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eideticallys · 1 year

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The Dangers of Tennis Skirts

request: based on this.

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: “you know, reid,” you said, “guys ask girls out on a date before they bury their faces into their thighs.”

genre: fluff

word count: 817

author's notes: this is my first ever blurb! i wrote this to practice writing blurbs & writing this was so fun. also, i hope anon doesn’t mind that i wrote this with a fem!reader in mind & reader noticing spencer getting flustered. i just think it would be a lot funnier that way. thank you for this cute request, anon! i got to practice writing blurbs and it's about shy!spencer? a win for me! i hope you'll love this ♡ also posted on ao3 (spencereids).

“REID, YOU OKAY?” Morgan asked the younger male.

Despite his blatant intelligence and many talents, Spencer Reid is just a man. And just like any hot-blooded guy out there who is interested in exploring the curves and dips of a woman’s body, Spencer can’t help but have his IQ slashed down to sixty, or whatever it was Emily said before. And unfortunately for him, hiding the effect of seeing you in a short, white tennis skirt for the first time is not one of Spencer’s talents.

“Yep,” Spencer said, popping the p as he tried to stop his ogling—cue the word, stop—but failed magnanimously, eyes wide, pulse racing, and mouth gaping.

Morgan frowned at the doctor's weird behavior. Usually, when asked how he is, Spencer would go on tangents that would be relevant to the conversation at hand. A single Yep! would not suffice for the boy genius.

Something is going on with him, Morgan thought.

Worried but still weirded out by Spencer, Morgan followed his line of sight and guffawed at what he found. You just entered the bullpen in a fluffy beige sweater, a white tennis skirt, and with your hair tied with a white ribbon.

"Oh, pretty boy," Morgan exclaimed between chuckles. "You are hopeless!"

"Who's hopeless?" Garcia, who just sat on one of the chairs available, interjected.

Morgan continued chuckling and motioned to Spencer, whose eyes were about to fall out of their sockets, and then pointed at you just entering the area. Garcia gasped in happiness. She always thought you and boy genius would make the perfect couple.

And like Spencer, Garcia has many talents. One of which is playing Cupid.

Making the most out of Spencer’s inattentiveness—busy staring at you—Garcia made quick work of calling you over to talk about your cute outfit.

“Hey, Y/N!” Garcia blurted out. “I love LOVE your outfit. We all do.”

She made sure to gesture at Morgan and definitely at Spencer. “Right, boy genius?”

This interrupted Spencer in reverie and unfortunately for him, he’s not the most subtle when he’s back from being lost in thought.

“Are you okay, Reid?” You asked, none the wiser at the obvious display of Spencer getting distracted by your outfit, specifically, your skirt.

Spencer’s eyes widened at your concern. Frightened you’d find out the reason he was dazed was because of you, he instantly stood up from his seat, failing to notice that an electric cord was stuck beneath the chair. And with his quick scrambling, coupled with the fact that his reflexes are akin to that of a toddler just learning to walk, Spencer ended up falling face-first into the floor.

At his clumsiness, Morgan snickered loudly, earning him a slap from Garcia with a matching, “You are not helping at all!” And a glare from you to which he raised his arms in defeat. You held your palm out for Spencer to reach, who was busy trying to dust off his pants, not noticing it was you helping him up until he looked up.

Aside from talents, Spencer was blessed with the gift of hard luck. And unfortunately for him, it seemed his hard luck always tripled in front of a pretty girl—you. Because instead of looking into your eyes when he looked up, his eyes landed on the plush softness of your thighs, which you haven’t failed to notice.

Spencer never wanted to dig a hole and jump in it so badly before today.

You were already giggling, cheeks reddening at the thought of your effect on the genius. Imagine reducing a cute guy with an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory to a clumsy mess on the floor. Quite flattering, especially if he happened to be the guy you have been crushing on for quite some time now. Not that he knew that, of course. But a girl has gotta take her chances, right? And what better way to tease the hell out of your crush than when he was face-first into your thighs?

“You know, Reid,” You said coolly, “Guys ask girls out on a date before they bury their faces into their thighs.”

Spencer’s eyes bulged out even more while Morgan was belly laughing at this point, Garcia right behind him, giggling in delight.

“I-I uh,” Spencer began to ramble, trying to come up with a tangent that could get him out of this mess, failing to remember that just like him, you were gifted with many talents as well. And that is making the most out of an unfortunate—not unfortunate, your crush is face first on your thighs!—situation.

“Sorry, Spence,” You chortled, ruffling his hair. “You’re not getting out of this one. We are going out after this case.”

This got Morgan falling out of his chair in laughter, Garcia giggling along, and Spencer’s pinkened cheeks resembling an actual tomato with their redness.

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kneelingshadowsalome · 3 months

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The other day I was reading about the “mail-order brides” during the Gold Fever/Gold Rush in USA. Men ordered/purchased a wife via mail, and one of the many reasons some of them did that was because of loneliness, and I couldn’t help but think “yep, that would be König”. Just imagine him living alone in his farm or ranch, he only goes to town once a month to buy essential supplies, hides his face, and barely socializes with folks. But deep inside he is just a lonely man who desires a family, and a woman to call his (and one who can help him with his… needs) But he is socially inept, so he takes the easy route and orders himself a wife, that way he doesn’t have to bother with interacting with other people and gets himself a pretty wife

Oh my god 💞

König wanting to wed and bed her the minute she arrives by train... She thought he would court her for a while before they marry, she thought they would do this decently, that they would get to know each other first, she’d rent an apartment from the small town and then decide if she wanted to live with him…

But he says everything’s settled, he already took care of everything, they’re getting married today and spend their wedding night in the saloon before leaving for his settlement tomorrow.

She’s too bewildered to even speak, so it's no wonder she gets herded to the altar right away, a pretty, meek little bride is just what König ordered! Gets wed to this giant hulking gold digger while still wearing her traveling clothes, the priest only looks drunk and bored as she peeps her vows. The man she's now wed to looks down at her with unbridled affection and curiosity, but soon enough, she catches him eyeing her waistline, her bust, the corset she wears feeling tighter still by his indecent stare.

He's far from a gentleman, and dresses like a weather-worn cowboy, and she suspected as much from the way he wrote and how unpolished his handwriting was. But at least he seems kind. If anything, he's smitten that she’s not some old hag who deceived him by claiming to be an unmarried young lady, that she is everything and more he wished for based on the few letters they exchanged.

The wedding is over in a few minutes, and there’s no coffee and cake, no party under some big tree, no relatives or friends to congratulate her on her wedding day. There’s only this huge, intimidating man who looks at her like she just dropped down from heavens, his eyes slowly sparking aflame with both softness and lust.

He takes her to the saloon to eat, and then she finds herself in a greasy little room upstairs, changing into her white nightgown, getting ready to sleep and only sleep, but her nightmare of a day is not over yet. Her hand flies over her mouth, she nearly screams as she turns around and finds this horrible man of lowly European descent thoroughly naked behind her.

She’s in so much trouble, that much was certain from the minute he saw this man, but seeing his… equipment in the dim candle light of the old saloon is too much after everything she's gone through. She's verily about to faint.

It’s just her luck to dream of adventures and a happy, exciting new life and then find herself thrown into the arms of some barbaric, foreign giant... He said he’s looking for a companion in life and hinted at being a little lonely, but men who wish to court a lady don’t do it like this: by dragging them to the altar and then presenting their cocks to them before even two hours have passed!

The rowdy noise of cancan downstairs is a filthy backdrop to seeing a naked man for the first time in her life, and she never knew male parts could be so... big. Or jumpy. Or leaky... This man is clearly serious about this commitment, and thinks there’s no need to get to know each other, she’s his wife now and they need to consummate the marriage right away.

He’s breathing heavily while grabbing that weeping weapon in his fist, telling her she’s more beautiful than he ever even imagined. He pleasures himself slowly while watching her try to cover herself in her thin, faintly translucent gown, and she still can't find any words – the man is behaving like a scoundrel or a highwayman, not at all like the sharp dressed, eloquent gentlemen she's grown used to in the city. The slick sounds of lewd fapping are accompanied by moans of how she’s the answer to all his prayers, and her hair stands on end, she feels like she’s walking on tar here in the distant frontier with nothing but greedy men and drunken brothel keepers around her, now face to face with a giant, throbbing cock out of all things...

She coldly orders him to sleep on the floor while she takes the bed – she’s not letting this nasty, hairy beast near her anytime soon, not when she still has her wits about her. Defeated when she won’t let him “consummate their love” tonight, the man withdraws to sleep on the floor with a sullen groan and a long sigh.

She never sleeps a wink that night in fear of finding him by her side, groping his way through her dress, but to her surprise this man only snores on the floor as if he's used to sleeping there.

Civilization is far away when he leads her to his shack the next day and shows her the first small specks of gold he has found, apologizing for the state of his abode so unkempt and unclean. She has to give it to him that he's indeed kind and doesn’t want to make her suffer unduly, because the table and the bench are wiped in a hurry before she sits down, as if she’s a queen visiting a humble subject. He makes her a bath next to the fire and washes in the water after her, giving her flirty, promising smiles throughout the whole splashy ordeal.

Before long, the giant cock is presented to her again as the man excitedly waits for permission to take her, telling her he has never seen anything like her, that she makes his heart run wild.

The only thing running wild in her sour opinion is his cock, bouncing up and down from the need to be inside her, nearly leaking seed on the floor she suspects she has to wash and scrub tomorrow anyhow as his wife. Evening after evening, she rejects his advances, but after a week or two, her will breaks.

She tells herself it’s only out of pity that she lets him finally crawl over her and lift her gown, that it’s only to stop the man from spiraling into madness that she allows him to test how nicely that thick, leaky cock glides through her folds.

“You’re wet, Sonnenschein,” he pants with happy excitement when she notices her swollen, sloppy state, then plunges his cock deep into his wet little prize with a filthy moan. He tells her she’s tight and hot, and takes her like she’s some kind of an angelic whore, falls panting all over her breasts when he’s sated and done, says that she’s his salvation and that he’ll do anything to make her feel at home here.

She feels exactly like a desperate mail order bride, lured here with the promise of a good life and gold, but when she starts to wait for him to come home instead of dreading the end of the day, that's when her hell truly begins.

It just won't do to start wanting him, to trick her heart to be content with whatever this is. To enjoy his "love" would be even more shameful than anything else so far. The truth of the matter is that she's tormented by a lustful, wild man who takes her on her knees or on her stomach like an animal while moaning about how tight she is, how soft she is, how he can’t concentrate at work because of her.

But when he groans that he loves her just before he cums, she feels a distant sting near her heart, a burst of a small bonfire somewhere in her gut from his words. Far from romantic, but so authentic and pure they’re ripped out of him with a pathetic, cry-like moan.

And just when her heart is about to turn and grow full with softness, he barges in and takes her standing, needy after work, deciding that she looks far too alluring while stirring the stew over the fire. His sunshine of a wife waiting for him with warm food and a soft little cunt, it's exactly like it was always meant to be in his dreams... He’s kind and attentive, but doesn’t know a thing about ladies and that they’re not supposed to be taken by the fire like this, but the dramatic pout on her lips turns into a helpless grimace before this animal has given her three full thrusts.

And it’s only by accident, she tells herself, that it happens. It’s only a coincidence that she finds herself short of breath and shivering, then crying with pleasure from the way his cock sails inside her, hasty and needy as if she’s nothing but a momentary relief for this man.

But she knows she’s far from that. He always stays after the hurried lovemaking – if you could call it that – swallows and tells her things that are supposed to be sweet, perhaps. He whispers loving nonsense in her ear with a stupid, quivering voice, tells her that she’s so tight he’s about to lose his mind. That she brightens up his life and makes this shack a home, a palace, even. That he wants to give her children and grow old together.

She prays the heavens to save her from such a future, but when she accidentally comes with his cock inside her, the man breaks down entirely. Repeats the awful, pathetic “I love you” until he comes, too, and sounds like a man who's getting his sould ripped apart from his bones. It’s sinful lunacy what he’s doing to her in that shack, and dares to sprinkle it with love out of all things, and she doesn’t know if she hates him, or if she loves him too.

Annulling this marriage is nearly impossible, and the sooner he gets her pregnant, the sooner she’s even more trapped, just like the poor rabbits this man lures into the snares placed around the shack. He spends every little speck of gold to buy her silks, satins and gowns, proper woolen scarves and soft little leather shoes, gives her a gentle kiss every morning before he leaves to wash gold. Every evening after meal, he praises her cooking skills and then takes her on the creaking old bed like she's a common whore. The silly, girlish dreams of being whisked away by a mysterious, romantic gentleman are somewhere far away when this giant spills his seed inside her with a thick, arduous groan, then proceeds to cover her in kisses too sweaty and hot.

“I know you don’t love me,” he whispers between the one-sided sucking and nibbling that’s about to make her cry. “But I will make you happy... I swear it, on my life.”

She can only stare at the ceiling, filled with the dancing flames of the fire as he falls asleep with his cock still inside her, the soft snore on her breasts both happy and sad.

#könig x you #könig smut #könig x reader #mail order bride #gold rush au #könig angst

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delugguk · 11 months

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is this okay?

pair: jungkook x reader

rated: mature

word count: 1.7k

warnings: sexual content.

Part two.

autor’a note: helllooooooo I know it’s been a while and since I haven’t finished my many fics that I have (I know, k word me pls but don’t, actually skdj) this live (or more like the way he looks) made me go kinda feral for him so I had to do this !! this is compleeeetely unedited because I wrote it super fast and I’m just posting it as it is !! with nothing more to say, I miss and love every single one of you that keep coming back to my stories or just finding out about it, believe me when I say I appreciate every single one of you, even if you’re new!! you’re here for a reason 🫶🏼 thank you for liking my stuff and I’ll be more open to you guys later since I one to make a while make over on this account lmaO, anyways, enjoy and let’s get feral together while kook’s cook his album🤍🧚🏼✨

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you blame it on him.

he didn’t had to seat like that, stare at you like that and even bite his lower lips like that. it was something so subtle and you swore his eyes glistened so much, you could almost mistaken them for desire.

but what if..?

no.

you needed to control yourself. you promised you wouldn’t be jumping his bones the moment he called you to make him some company. you know you two are close friends.

but damn.

can’t deny the massive sexual attraction that’s so intense with only doing something so innocent as much as sinful like eye contact.

it’s crazy.

or at least that’s what you think.

jungkook can be complicated at times. but, fuck. you suddenly remember his fainted voice when talking to that girl. “sure, but can you handle me?”. you didn’t know what he or they were referring to, you were just trying to pass by in those big echoing college halls.

of course, you thought about— the worst.

he was fine as hell, okay? to say he isn’t fucking around just makes NO sense.

but the day you met him or—no. the day you two met at that reunion.. fuck. just thinking about it already makes your pussy pop. how embarrassing.

he looked so fine.. he teased you just right.. ugh! stupid hormones! why does it have to be so rich to have sex.. you wanted to fuck him here and there. a little dance could do so much..

“..y/n?”

suddenly you’re back to earth. (with a flaming pussy as we speak).

“yeah?” disconnected, you blink once again. jungkook just smirks.

“I told you, not to worry about it. just come seat,” he pats his side of the sofa, two times. “next to me.”

stupid beanie, stupid white shirt and stupid tattoos.

why does he has to look so cute and fine at the same time? not only that but the way he smelled? a fucking perfect man. who the hell smells that good? it isn’t even a strong essence but rather a soft/sexy one..

“no.” oh.. you can’t help yourself anymore. “I want to seat here.” you said as each of your legs takes place beside his waist.

yep, you boldly seated on top of him. just like that.

it’s not that you do this often but jungkook didn’t seemed to reject your body language as soon as he holded your hips with both of his hands. somehow delicate but oh, so decisively.

that caused a whole electricity run over your entire body to the point you almost felt goosebumps if it wasn’t that already.

just.. how much did you really wanted him? seemed out of limits..

both of your palms rest on his shoulders and there’s no words but an intense eye contact full of temptation, desire.. all of the words you can imagine referencing to the same feeling you both were having right now.

what’s stopping you two? why don’t you move? why doesn’t he move? those were your thoughts until-

“it’s dangerous.” he mutters. you’re just biting your lips.

gosh, you wanted him right here, right now.

“eung” you say, but it sounded a little too sexy(horny) for jungkook’s ears and damn, did he liked that.

“eung?” but as he mimics the way you sounded (just a little more dominant) was enough for you to start moving your hips to his already increasing bulge. mm. it felt good.

you grab his neck as you move very slowly but surely as he looks at you with those dark shiny eyes slightly pulling his face towards the area where your boobs could make contact with him.

he acts fast into giving light, delicate but needy kisses through your also white crop top. the one that can mark how hard your nipples are just right.

you moan a little, more like a very hot exhale that makes jungkook go crazy internally. the way for him to expresses is to squeeze the side of your hips, right enough for you to take your shirt off.

“no bra..” he smirks. “just how I like.”

“mhmm” you slightly moan once again to acknowledge his words.

his hands immediately take a ride feeling you up from your curves, belly, ribs and finally, your boobs. his hands feeling so warm, so right as soon as he touched you. feeling like it could burn, it felt divine. it was to the point where you weren’t the only one that’s breathing so heavy but him.

kissing your nipples felt like heaven, his lip piercing somehow sort of cold made magic so you couldn’t help but take his shirt off, beanie staying on. you wanted him like that.

“I want to kiss you so bad.” breathless, you said.

“do it.” bold enough, he responds. “fuck me if you want. I’ll let you do anything tonight.”

“fuck.” you whisper. “jungkook..” hips intensifying its deep roll, still slow.

“take off your shorts. want you naked for me.”

you wanted to scream. (in many different meanings to it).

he follows you when you obey him so well, but instead of him going naked, he leaves his boxers on.

but you don’t mind, as soon as you caress the imprint of his hard dick drawing on his black Calvin Klein’s boxers. jungkook man spreads giving you the fucking gaze, while patting his well formed thighs and you’re crazy wet at this point. — as soon as you reveal his dick making a pop towards his lower stomach, you could feel yourself almost salivating for him.. and it’s something you’ll normally will feel embarrassing of, but with the way your pussy was crying for him.. yeah, a girl had to do what it gotta do.

“didn’t know how badly you wanted me..” he exhales. “guess I wasn’t the only one, fuck. come here.

pulling you and opening your legs towards him revealed how sticky you were in front of his eyes that jungkook couldn’t help but pass his dick through your entrance without dipping in yet.

“fuck..” he moans. “is this what you wanted? mm. how long were you waiting for this?” giving a little slap with his dick to your pussy. “and why didn’t you tell me earlier?” with hooded eyes, already looking like a mess.

god, was he gone and he hasn’t entered you yet.

you were almost to the point of crying with him barely starting. that’s how horny the both of you were.

“been wanting you for a while..” you’re breathing to exhale. it feels so good. “wanting to feel you just like this..”

“..raw?”

“mh-yeah.. fuck.”

he just stares at your expression for a moment, eyes closed, lips being caught up by your teeth.. pussy sliding so easily around his already wet hard dick.. it seemed so sexy the way you were moving. he wanted to eat you out when looking at you, but his need to finally be inside you was stronger.

“so do I..” he deeply answers as soon as he’s making your hips swallow his entire dick.

“agh, fffuck. it’s more of what I imagined.” he speaks more to himself.

you, on the other hand, was trying no to cum right there. breathing long and slowly to calm your pussy and feelings because somehow.. your heart started to felt as if it wanted to jump out of your body and you swear you could hear jungkook’s heart trying to do the same too.

“move.” he says, giving some gentle, little pats to your ass.

“give me a second-“ and after five seconds, you breathe and start rolling your hips back and forth. all you could hear was your juices having fun.

but the moment you lean into him and hug him with your face into the side of his neck, is we’re things start to get fun and nasty when you actually start to bounce on him.

“fuck yes.” jungkook’s voice rasp into a very hot moan. “‘knew you were good.” he pauses. “fucking lucky I am.” after grabbing your ass and start manhandling you like his personal fuck toy.

“ah-“ a moan escaping your lips, you clench your teeth sucking air to it. “s-so g-good” and it’s just that you speak along marking the secuence of how he bounces you on him.

“mm I’m feeling you close, are you?”

“y-yeah”

—in a moment where you both got to cum, having jungkook fuck you still with his cum innit because he founded so sexy the way your pussy looked so swollen and messy (and how well you take him and squeezed him) having you cum once again, things weren’t so awkward afterwards. it all ended up rather having jungkook asking you things.

“I noticed you got more wet when I started to control your bounces..”

“I.. um, I like when someone sort of.. uses me like that like..” you lower your voice, “I’m all yours?”

jungkook smiles. “oh.. y/n you aren’t getting shy right now, aren’t you?”

“no!” you feel embarrassed.

“I think you are..” he teases.

“shut up.” you roll your eyes.

“don’t worry though. as I’ve said it before things.. turned out to be this way,” you both giggle. “don’t worry. and.. y/n?”

“eung?”

“believe me when I say that this isn’t going to be the last time of us doing this. I will always want this to happen again, and it will.” he pauses. “unless you don’t want me to.”

“okay.” it’s all you say but in reality you can’t explain to him how much do you agree with this because sure, if it was hard standing by his side without doing anything ever since that night or the day you met him.. with today’s events it’ll be even harder to not want to have a taste of him once again.

and again..

and again.

and that’s when it hits you. you never kissed him, he never kissed you and you’re completely screwed.

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diorctrl · 10 months

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KISS MY LIPS yang jungwon x reader

𓂂 ˳ mean girl reader x class president jungwon fluff warnings: intentional lower case, reader is lowkey a bimbo

the air from the air conditioning of the class room blew on him, the teachers knowledge filling him as he wrote down his notes, he took a peek at the clock only 48 more minutes of class.

he went back to writing his notes but was distracted by the loud sound of the classroom door shutting, he didn’t have to look to know who it was, it was obvious.

the sound of his teachers voice is what makes him look up. “l/n, how wonderful it is for you to show up.” he looks at the clock. “yep, like always late, care to explain why?”

jungwon finally turns around to take a look at you in all your glory, your hair in a half up half down topping it off with a miumiu head band, your pink glossy lips and light sparkly eye shadow, your white leg warmers with and your mary janes with pink ribbons, he knows exactly why your late, no one puts this much effort into how they look and can show up to school early.

his gaze follows you as you walk up to your teacher at the front of the classroom, your mary janes clicking on the floor, you fan your face before speaking, “sir,I have a completely reasonable reason to be late today.” you stop right in front of jungwons desk, your perfume filling his nose she smells good like always.

your teacher crosses his arms while looking down at you. “right, and what’s that?”

jungwon eyebrows raise as he watches you pat out your outfit like you’re preparing to say the most tragic story ever known to man kind.

“okay, so first I woke up sorta late, not gonna lie but that’s beside the point.” you start waving your hands. “at first I thought my chauffeur was late because that’s what my dad wrote on the bored today since he couldn’t actually tell me when I woke up because he’s never home, you know CEO stuff, but you already know that, BUT, you’re never gonna believe this.” you talk like you’re gossiping. “he actually didn’t show up at all, all because his wife went into labour, can you believe her, how could she?” you ramble.

your teacher nods his head,entertaining you, “oh yeah, how could she.”

you smile. “I knew you would understand, I’ve had a very bad morning as you can see, I couldn’t even get my morning smoothie, so please don’t get mad me.”

a laugh was heard from someone in class, you snap your head towards them and the sweet smile that you had turned into the most bitchy face, that jungwon has seen multiple times.

“what’s so funny?” you ask the laughing girl, your mean gaze scans her, “you should be laughing at the tacky shoes on your feet.”

the girl goes quite, your hard gaze travels to jungwon, softening slightly before hardening quickly after. “that’s what I thought.” you finish before turning to your teacher. “am I free to sit sir?”

he lets out a sigh. “yes, you can go sit.”

you smile before, digging into your bag and pulling out a two 10000 won bills and putting in his shirt pocket. “buy yourself a nice lunch sir.” you pat his shoulder before shuffling to your seat at the back.

the person sitting beside jungwon leans in to him, “she’s never gonna graduate.” they say before leaning back but he doesn’t reply.

the rest of the class is haze and the sound of bells is what snaps jungwon out of it, he picks up his books, the sound of feet scurrying out the class fills his ears.

he makes his way out the class and down the hallway but is stoped by a familiar voice.

“Mr president!” you say teasingly, walking up to the boy, who looks down at you with amusement.

“you were really gonna leave me huh?” you say putting his arm over your shoulder as you guys continue to walk down the hallway.

he doesn’t respond just laughs shaking his head, “did you hear about the morning i had today? i still can’t believe it.”

“i think the whole class heard it yn.” he said leaning against the lockers beside yours.

“oh.” you pause for a minute, before continuing. “oh, and i can’t believe the audacity of that girl in class today to laugh at me? me? i could buy her.”

you take out the books that you need for your next class, “i’d have to ask for dad’s permission first though.” you say turning to your boyfriend rolling your eyes.

“oh how dreadful.” he says sarcastically he says taking your books from your hand and kissing your cheek as you close your locker.

“walk me to class?” you ask.

“always.” he replies.

“kiss me.”

he kisses your cheek.

“my lips dummy.”

taglist: @doublasting

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen jungwon #yang jungwon #yang jungwon x reader #jungwon x reader #jungwon fluff

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livyjh · 7 months

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Slumber Party

Co-written with @fhatbhabie

Best friend’s dad!Joel x Plus size!Virgin!Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 4.8k

Summary: you and a couple other friends stay at Sarah Miller’s for a sleepover. Sarah’s father, Joel, overhears something, you spill something, and eventually Joel sweetly takes your purity.

A/N: we wrote this up in like two hours in a frenzy of Joel x virgin reader madness. We love to see it, right??

Warnings: smut (duh), filler OC friends of reader and Sarah, reader is literally so clueless and innocent when it comes to anything sexual, soft!Joel, AGE GAP (reader is 22/23 and Joel is like 50), mentions of drinking alcohol/being intoxicated, wet t-shirt 👀, Joel is low key kind of a perv 🤷🏼, fem gendered terms used for reader, use of condom for once, loss of virginity, nipple play, I think that’s it??

Joel Miller Masterlist

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“Should we get wine for the sleepover?” You asked Sarah.

“Heather and Kayla are gonna bring some. Dad would kill me if he saw me coming home with alcohol.” She rolled her eyes.

“But you're 23… You're old enough.”

“You know how my dad is. Still thinks I’m a virgin and that I’ve never had a boyfriend before.”

“Thought you told him everything?”

Sarah shrugged. “2 things I don’t talk to my dad about and that’s booze and boys. Much less when I mix those things together.” You both giggled. You paid for the snacks and other things you had picked out for the night and tossed all the bags in the trunk of your car.

“I got some fun things we could do too.” Sarah smirked.

“Jesus… Like what?”

“You’re gonna have to wait and see.” She smirked and let out an evil laugh.

“Think I’m just gonna go home...” you mumbled, making her laugh.

***

You walked into the house with Sarah, helping her bring in the snacks and things you bought.

“Dad, we’re back!” Sarah yelled out. You heard heavy footsteps walk down and he walked into the kitchen. Joel Miller. Your best friend’s dad and the one man you somehow can’t ever stop looking at with heart eyes… like the damn emoji.

“Hey, baby girl. Get everythin’ you girls needed?” His thick Texan accent was smooth as fucking honey to your ears. Made your heart and stomach flutter when you heard it, along with a different feeling that you couldn’t really explain… because you didn’t even know where the feeling came from.

“Yep. Heather and Kayla should be here shortly so we’ll be in my room.”

“Why don’t you girls take the livin’ room?”

“Because we’re gonna be sharing our deepest, darkest secrets.” She teased, making Joel laugh. Jesus Christ… his laugh. Definitely made that unknown feeling grow stronger.

The sound of the doorbell pulled you out of your thoughts. Sarah walked over and opened the door, leaving you and Joel alone in the kitchen.

“How have you been, Mr. Miller?” You asked sweetly.

“Good darlin’ how about you?”

“Good, just working.” You shrugged.

“Must be workin’ an awful lot. Haven’t seen much of you around.”

“Yeah trying to save up to move out of my moms. Maybe even get a place with Sarah.”

Joel nodded. “Yeah, she mentioned it. You know if you ever need anythin’ you can just let me know darlin. I don’t mind helpin.”

You blush when he calls you darlin. “Thank you, Mr. Miller.” You gave him a sweet smile and walked up to Sarah’s room.

“I’m gonna go change into my pajamas.” You smiled at the girls and grabbed your overnight bag.

You stepped into the bathroom and slipped on a white tank top with a pair of hot pink pajama shorts that hugged your ass perfectly. Granted tonight you didn’t care about looks but it was your favorite pajama set and your most comfortable. You walked back into Sarah’s room and sat down in the circle everyone was sitting in on the floor.

“Here.” Kayla handed you a glass of red wine. You took a small sip, letting out a groan when the bitter taste hits your tongue.

After almost 2 bottles of wine later is when the game started. The classic game of Truth or Dare.

“Okay okay, Kayla, truth or dare?” Heather asks.

“Mmmm dare.” Kayla replies.

Heather thought for a second. “I dare you to ask your most recent Tinder match for a dick pic.” She smirked.

“God you’re such a perv, Heather.” Sarah laughed.

Kayla pulled out her phone and did what Heather said. Seconds later her phone went off and she pulled up the text and started blushing.

“Fuck, I might end up meeting with this man…” she mumbled.

“You slut, let me see!” Heather yelled out, making Kayla turn her phone around and show everyone. You felt your chest tighten at the sight of the picture. It wasn’t long, but it was thick. So thick that his hand didn't fully wrap around it.

“Is… Is it supposed to look like that…?” You whispered.

“You’ve never seen a dick before?” Heather asked.

“Umm, okay who’s next?” You called out, trying to quickly change the subject.

“Y/N. Truth or dare?” Kayla asked, looking at you with a smirk. This can’t be good.

“Truth...”

“Is it true that you’re still a virgin?” She says; a little too loudly.

You felt heat rise quickly to your cheeks, almost making them the color of your shorts.

“Yes...” you mumbled into your glass of wine.

“No way! You’re fucking joking.” Sarah said.

“No, it’s true...” you said, a little embarrassed.

“Are you just waiting, or…?” Sarah raised a brow.

“Not really. Not waiting for marriage or anything, I just haven’t found the right guy I wanna do it with…”

“I bet you there’s plenty of guys that wanna do it with you.” Heather added.

“Yeah, but the only reason they want to is ‘cause they wanna bang a big girl. I don’t wanna lose my virginity to some sleeze ball like that.” You took a sip and let out a sigh. “Plus I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to that.”

“Babe, I can teach you.” Heather smirked, making you all burst into laughter.

***

After you all finished the third bottle of wine, everyone fell asleep. You woke up and looked over at the clock Sarah had on her bedside table and saw it was a little past 1am. You stretched your body out and got up slowly and quietly, moving around the sleeping girls on the floor. You walked down to the kitchen and turned on the sink, filling a glass of water.

“Everythin’ okay?” Joel said, making you jump.

“Christ… You scared me, Mr. Miller.”

He let out a small chuckle. “Sorry darlin, didn’t mean to. You okay, though?”

“Yeah, just thirsty.” You said, giving him a small smile. You bring the glass to your lips, sipping at the cold water. It felt so good going down your throat that you couldn’t help but gulp it down as fast as you could.

The water spills over the sides of the glass and drips down your chin and onto your thin tank top. You quickly lower the glass and wipe your face, then look down at your wet chest. Joel’s eyes follow yours.

The water wet the center of the shirt, really showing the cleavage underneath. From the cold temperature of the water, your nipples quickly hardened and started to poke out under the tank top. Joel groans in his throat, causing you to look up at him.

His eyes are focused on your chest, strong jaw clenching and unclenching. He gulps and then his eyes meet yours. “You- you got another shirt you can change into?” He asks, voice an octave deeper.

“Yeah… it’s upstairs.” You bite your lip as you look up at him through your lashes. There was that feeling again… the one you couldn’t identify. It was somewhere in your pelvis.

“Why don’t you take that off? Don’t want you gettin’ too cold.” Joel glances down at your cleavage once more.

That sent fire through your body and blood straight between your legs. You squeezed your thighs together, barely holding back a moan that dared to escape. “O- okay.” You nod.

You couldn’t help but agree, the way his eyes were on you… the way it was making you feel… you don’t know why, but you want him to touch you. Everywhere.

You set the almost empty glass on the counter and reach for the hem of your tank top. Your fingers fiddle with it for a moment before you slowly lift it up, revealing your belly and then your breasts until it was all the way off.

Joel made another choked sound in his throat, staring at your lips for a long second before his eyes drifted back down to your chest. You feel like you should be uncomfortable. Like you shouldn’t want him to see your naked torso right now, but it’s not how you feel.

“I hear one of the girls ask if you were a virgin earlier?” His voice was soft as his eyes went up to meet yours again.

You nod.

“Didn’t hear your answer.” Joel shifts his weight to his other leg.

“Y- yes. It was… yes.” You breathe.

“Can’t believe that. Pretty girl like you…” he takes a deep breath and steps closer. “If it were me… I’d treat you real good. Take it as slow as you wanted.”

Your heart starts beating faster and you could almost feel the warmth coming off the older man’s body. You can feel your heart beating between your legs too. That was new.

“Mr. Miller… I-“ you swallow thickly. “W- would you… teach me?”

“Teach you what?” He pauses. “Need to hear you say it, honey.”

“Teach me how… to have sex. To- to feel good… like that.” You raise your brows just slightly.

“More’n happy to, darlin.” He smirks, just barely. “You comfortable comin up to my room?” He gently tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Yes, Mr. Miller.” You smile.

He smiles back and nods his head towards the stairs, encouraging you to follow him.

Once you’re in his room, you’re overtaken by the pure smell and essence of Joel.

The door closes and you spin around to look at him, top half still bare, wet tank top in hand.

He stands there for a moment, not moving in just yet.

You’ve only just noticed he’s wearing gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt. You could… see things… through the sweatpants. It made your stomach twist in the best way.

“Have a seat, honey.” He motions to the bed, letting you sit before he starts to walk over. He plops down next to you, taking your tank top from your hands and tossing it onto the chair against the wall.

“Mind if I touch?” Joel hovers a hand over your thigh.

“Y- yeah. That’s fine.” You nod, breath a little shaky.

He rests his large hand on your upper thigh, the warmth of it making you gasp softly.

“Now, if at any point you wanna stop, just say so. Okay?”

“Okay.” You smile at him.

“So… you’ve never done anything?” He asks, thumb rubbing up and down on your leg.

You shake your head. “Well, I’ve like, done heavy making out before but that’s it.”

“You ever do anything by yourself?”

“By myself?”

“Yeah. Masturbate.” He looks up and down your body throughout the conversation.

“Oh… um, no. I mean, I’ve kinda tried but I don’t really know what I’m doing.” You admit, blushing hard.

He smiles. “That’s okay, sweetie. I’ll teach you anything you wanna know.”

You nod. “Can we start with the basics?”

“Of course.”

“Now the most important part, especially for your first time, is the foreplay.” Joel brings up the hand on your thigh, turns it over, and runs the back of it over your breast, his knuckles brushing against your nipple.

You shiver slightly. “F- foreplay?”

“Gettin you warmed up. If you’re not warmed up, it’s not gonna feel good.” He moves his hand up, pushing your hair over the back of your shoulder and moving his palm down your back and to the top of your ass.

“What’s the best way to do that?”

“Depends on the person. I like to start with kissing and touching.”

“Okay.” You breathe.

“Can I kiss you, baby doll?” He leans in just slightly.

“Yes, Mr. Miller.”

He laughs softly. “Call me Joel if you want to.”

“Okay.” You smile and the next thing you know, you’re both closing your eyes and leaning in.

His lips press to yours gently and you instinctively wrap your arms around the back of his neck. Both of his hands find the sides of your waist and pull you in closer as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth.

You whimper as he barely bites your lower lip before releasing it. His left hand moves up to cup your right breast, making you giggle.

“What’s so funny?” He laughs along.

“Just tickled a little.” You smile.

He laughs again before leaning in once more. As you start to kiss repeatedly, making out with each other, he palms at your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple.

Whatever he was doing, it was making you feel like you had to pee. You’ve had a similar feeling before, but you could never figure out the cause of it.

You squeeze your thighs together, something Joel notices. “Does that feel good?”

“Really good.” You assure him.

“May I?” Joel moves his hands down to your shorts, slipping his fingers into the waistband.

“Yeah.” You move your arms behind you to support yourself as you lift your hips and he takes off your shorts.

“Mm. Look at those. Very cute.” Joel smiles when he looks at your panties.

They’re white, with small bundles of pink flowers scattered across the fabric, and edges that were slightly frilly.

“Thanks.”

“‘Course. C’mere.” He stands and motions to the bed. “Lay down.”

You do as you’re told, turning and moving up the bed to lay down, resting your head on one of the pillows. “Like this?”

“That’s perfect.” He nods.

“Um, Mr. Miller?” You feel nervousness churn in your stomach.

“What?”

“I think I would like it if you took some of your clothes off too.”

He grins. “Of course.” He reaches down to the bottom of his shirt and pulls it up and off over his head before letting it drop to the floor.

You look down at his sweatpants and notice that the bulge there has grown and tented the pants slightly.

“These too?” He asks, hooking his thumbs into the gray waistband.

“Yeah.” You nod.

He smiles and slips the sweatpants down over his hips and thighs, stepping out of them when they hit the ground.

You can’t help but look at his dick in his boxer briefs. It looks big, you think. Not that you really had anything to compare it to. Had to be longer than the one from Kayla’s phone earlier. And about the same thickness you’d guess.

Joel lays down in the bed, facing you, so close that his chest is touching your arm. It’s so warm. He’s so warm.

He leans in closer, kissing your cheek. Then another kiss at the base of your jaw. Then another below your ear and a few more down your neck.

You squeeze your thighs together again as he trails kisses down the center of your chest. You watch him as he does this, his lips brushing over your left breast until his mouth surrounds your nipple.

He presses an especially wet kiss to it before his tongue peeks out and flicks the pink bud. You gasp at the feeling, something tightening in your core.

“How’s that feel?” He asks, making sure he’s taking care of you.

“Kinda weird I guess. But- but good. Like, really good.”

“Alright.” He nods and swirls his tongue around your nipple as his hand moves to the lower part of your belly. He starts to gently rub his hand back and forth over it as it slowly gets lower, stopping at the top of your panties.

He suddenly sucks your nipple into his mouth and you reach up to grab his hair, your eyes rolling back in your head.

His hand, laid flat, moves down further, over the fabric of your underwear until his fingers are gently cupping your sex.

You’re ready to start squirming at this point. You don’t know what you need. Just… “more.” You whine.

“More what?” Joel looks up at you.

“I- I don’t know.” You frown.

“Alright, baby, don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He promises.

You nod in return and he leans back down to your breast, sucking your nipple once more. You gasp when his fingers press against your slit through your panties, just noticing how wet they were.

“You’re soaked, honey.” He smiles up at you, his middle and ring finger rubbing up and down the slick spot on your underwear.

“W- what’s that mean?” You ask shyly.

“Means I’m doin my job right.” He explains.

You lick your lips and nod, watching as he moves his fingers up to your waistband. He watches your face as he slips his hand underneath the white fabric, calloused fingertips brushing over a special spot that makes you buck your hips.

“What was that?” You whine quietly.

“That’s your clit. Has a lotta nerves. That’s your best friend.” He smiles and then looks down, following your gaze.

He moves his middle finger over your clit again and you gasp.

“We’ll come back to her.” Joel smiles up at you before his finger is dipping lower, pressing against your entrance.

“Ever had anything inside?” He asks.

You shake your head.

“Alright. I’m gonna go slow. You tell me if you want me to go faster.”

“Okay.” You bite your lip.

He starts to insert a digit inside of you, slow, like he promised.

It feels… well, it’s certainly not bad. Not yet. You’ve heard though that the deeper something gets, the more it hurts.

He’s in to the first knuckle when you start to feel a slight stretch. It’s not painful, but you can tell that things are tight down there. You have no idea how you’d get a penis in there.

You clench your pussy around his finger as he starts to move it again.

“Relax, honey.” He coos.

You relax your muscles and spread your legs further. He keeps pushing until he’s to the second knuckle and then he stops to let you adjust.

“How’s it feel?” He asks.

“Like… pressure.”

“Doesn’t hurt?”

“No.” You smile.

“Good.” He grins back at you.

He starts to pull his finger out. You begin, “What are you- oh!” Then he cuts you off when he starts to push his finger back inside.

He does it again, and again, beginning to slowly thrust the digit in and out of you.

“That’s feels r- really good, Mr. Miller.” You sigh with pleasure.

“Good, baby. It’s s’posed to… I’m gonna keep pushing a little deeper each time, but you let me know if it starts to hurt, okay?” He raises a brow at you.

“Yes, Joel.” You smile, using his first name for the first time.

“Good girl.” He smiles back.

He keeps moving his hand back and forth, slowly getting deeper with each thrust. Eventually, he’s got his middle finger fully engulfed by your swollen pussy.

“It doesn’t hurt yet.” You explain.

“Good. I’m gonna do two fingers now, k?”

You nod, giving him permission.

He withdraws his middle finger and then lines up again with his ring finger next to it. He starts to push in and you immediately feel the stretch this time. Even at the first knuckles.

“Okay that- that feels like more.”

“Hurts?”

“No.” You shake your head.

He keeps pushing to the second knuckles, letting you adjust again.

“Starting to hurt. Just a little.” You explain.

“Alright. Trust me on this, you can stretch out. Just gotta work at it a little.”

“Okay.” You nod.

“You’re- I mean, Jesus, you’re plenty wet. Soakin my fingers down here.”

You blush again.

“That’s a good thing, darlin.” He smiles and starts to pull his fingers out before pushing them in to the second knuckles again.

He does this for a few seconds and he was right, the pain was starting to fade and turn into pleasure.

Before you know it, you’re asking him to go faster, Joel speeding his fingers up. Something is building inside you, a feeling you’ve never experienced before. But, god, it felt fucking amazing.

He’s able to get two full fingers inside you now as he’s thrusting them at a quick pace. His thumb moves to press against your clit and you almost scream at the way it feels.

“Baby, you gotta be quiet. Don’t wanna wake up the girls.” He says in a hushed voice.

You nod, biting back another sound. He leans in to kiss you, swallowing your moans as you feel yourself get closer to exploding. You knew what an orgasm was… you’ve just never had one.

“Joel-“ you cry against his lips. “Feels- ohhh fuck… it’s gonna happen.” You gasp.

“Alright, honey. I’ve got you. Don’t worry. You just enjoy it.” He breathes the words before kissing you again.

The shockwave finally hits you, sending your brain and body into a frenzy. Your legs shake and your hips buck, you’re moaning into Joel’s mouth helplessly, feeling liquid spread over his fingers and into your panties. You’re almost sobbing as Joel continues, eventually starting to slow his hand down.

He pulls back so you can breathe as hard as you need to, cunt still pulsing as he takes his fingers out of you. “You okay, darlin?”

You take a deep breath and nod. “Y- yeah. That felt really good.” You whine.

“You like feeling full like that?”

You nod frantically.

He laughs a little, nodding as he helps you pull off your now completely soaked panties. He throws them behind him, them landing somewhere on the floor next to the bed.

He rolls onto his back and removes his own underwear before reaching into his nightstand drawer and pulling out a condom. When he gets on his knees and moves between your legs, his cock bounces and drips down onto the bed.

“Is it gonna hurt?” You stare at his groin.

“Maybe at first. But don’t worry, honey, we’ll do the same thing. Take it nice and slow until you adjust.” He smiles and opens the condom, rolling it onto his hardness.

He tosses the wrapper aside and positions himself above you, leaning down to kiss you as one of his hands guides him to your entrance.

The head of his cock slides up and down through your wet folds, making loud wet noises. You blush a bit at how filthy it sounds. But it turns you on even more.

When his cock brushes over your clit, you reach for his shoulders to ground yourself and keep from being too loud.

All at once, it hit you. You were dangerously close to losing your virginity.

He senses your nervousness and looks up at you. “Hey, we can still stop. Don’t have to go through with it.” He hums against your lips.

“No, I want to. I want it to be you, Joel.” You kiss him.

He kisses back happily and then he’s pushing into you. You gently bite his bottom lip as you whine. He’s going so slow and it feels so good, so full.

“J- Joel…” you breathe against his lips, forehead pressed to his.

He pauses, almost halfway in. “Can I work you open, baby?”

You let out a shaky breath, hips rolling against his. “Yeah.”

He groans as he pulls out of you until the head of his cock catches your lips, then he’s pushing back in. He goes a bit deeper every time, still moving nice and slow so that you don’t hurt too much.

With each thrust in, you breathe a soft moan into his mouth. He’s swallowing your noises like it’s his last meal, his hand moving up from between your legs to cradle your face as he kisses you.

“You’re so-“ he groans. “You feel so good.”

“Y- you do too.” You whimper. “Please… go all the way in.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

He lets out a low moan as he pushes all the way inside now, sheathing his cock in your tight cunt.

It does hurt a little, but you’re so aroused you couldn’t care less. The pain and pleasure mix is making you dizzy. He pulls most of the way out before pushing all the way back in. You gasp at the feeling and dig your nails into his shoulders, clawing at the skin there. It only encouraged him.

He began to speed up, letting out little grunts as he thrusted. You kept making out all the while, swallowing each other's noises and trying not to be too loud.

After a few minutes, Joel’s hips were slapping against your thighs, the sound of it filling the room. He hooks his arms under your knees and lifts them up, getting even deeper as he keeps his fast pace.

“Ohh fuck. M- more. I- I need more, Joel.” You cry against his lips.

He reaches down and starts rubbing circles against your clit and that’s exactly what you needed.

You’re gasping for air as his hips start to stutter. “Baby I’m getting close.” He groans.

“M- me too.” You whine.

He rubs your clit even faster and then you’re tipping over the edge. You stifle a scream as you kiss him, orgasm hitting you like a train.

That’s all it takes to finish Joel off and he cums, thrusting especially hard as he did so.

You’re both panting, holding onto each other tight as he slows down. He pulls out of you and you whine at the loss.

After removing and tying the condom, he puts it in the little trash can next to the bed and lays down next to you.

His fingers trace up and down your side, his lips pressing kisses to your lips and cheeks as your breathing evens out. “Congratulations.” He whispers.

“Hm?” You hum against his lips.

“You lost your virginity.” He smiles.

“Yeah.” You laugh.

“You still feeling good about it?” He pulls back enough to look into your eyes.

You nod. “It was perfect.”

“Good.” He grins. “As much as I want you to sleep in here with me… I don’t know if you want your friends finding out about-“

“It’s okay.” You smile. “Can we just cuddle for a little bit before I go back to Sarah’s room?”

“Of course.” He nods and pulls you close. “I did have a question…”

“What?”

“Can I keep those panties of yours?” He blushes a little.

You grin, happy not to be the nervous one for a moment. “Yeah.”

The next morning you and the girls were downstairs enjoying breakfast when Joel walked down dressed and ready for work.

“Mornin girls.” He called out, smiling.

“Good morning Mr. Miller.” Everyone but Sarah called out in unison, making him chuckle. You got up from your seat and took your empty plate to the kitchen.

“Still have my number right?” Joel whispered.

“Yeah I do...”

“Feel free to send me a text any… time.” He whispered, giving you a wink. You tried so hard not to giggle and smile like a stupid school girl but you felt the heat rush to your cheeks, not really helping trying to hide your emotions.

“Didn't know you knew how to text.” You teased.

He looked around and saw the girls were still sitting at the table talking away. He leaned down to where you could feel his lips brushing against your ear. “There's a lot of things you don't know about me, baby doll.”

It felt like someone had poured ice down your shirt. Chills went up and down your spine and thankfully the new t-shirt you had on was a lot thicker than the tank top from last night, so Joel couldn't see how hard your nipples got just by the words he whispered to you.

He placed a soft kiss on your temple and made his way out to the dining room with you not far behind.

“Alright, I'm out. Shouldn't be home too late.” He said as he kissed the top of Sarah’s head.

“I'll be here.” She smiled.

“Bye, girls.” He waved as he walked towards the front door.

“Bye Mr. Miller.” You and the other two girls said in unison. He glanced back up at you one last time and made his way out of the house.

“God your dad’s so hot…” Heather muttered, making you all laugh and Sarah groan in disgust.

Joel tossed his work belt in the bed of his truck and made his way up front. He pulled out your panties from last night that he had tucked into the pocket of his jeans and wrapped them around his rear view mirror. He leaned back into his seat and chuckled at the sight of your pure innocent panties in his truck reminding him that he was the one that took away your innocence and purity. He fucking loved it.

He heard his phone go off in the seat next to him. He picked it up and saw your name pop up.

You: so when's the next lesson?

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making slime with bf!eren ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

ღsypnosis: the title…that’s it!

ღan: i wrote this already but changed it up a bit and boom here it is

“bro, why can’t we just get the big things of glue instead of buying these small ass bottles?” it was late at night, possibly around 11 pm, and you and eren were currently in walmart after he brought up the cute idea to make some slime. “because, it’s just for us two, we’re only getting one clear and one white glue bottles, now what’s next?”

“uh the borax solution…but all i see is this big ass white box.”

“that’s the solution.” eren examined the box, “how in the fuck does powder and glue make slime?”

“you have to add water i think, that’s what mikasa said, now we need food coloring, choose a colors, “ he picked out the yellow one and you chose pink (obviously), “do you want your slime to have a scent? or any add-ons?”

“you can do that?!” he screeched, scaring the other few shoppers, “sorry,” he bashfully said, rubbing the back of his neck, “why’re you apologizing, people have heard worse, they’ll live. anyways, yes you can do that so pick the ones you want, imma do strawberries…”

he scanned through them, picking out a strong vanilla scent, “okay and we’re gonna get some glitter and a couple of spons and bowls, that’s it.”

paying for your things, you drove back to the house with all your slime supplies and some extra snacks and when you walked in, you saw your cat in armin’s arms, being swung around like nothing, “boy put my baby down?!”

“oh come on, she likes it, right??” the cat just meowed and meowed, “right! talk yo shit, pookie!”

“girl hush, come eren,” you went to the back and got the materials laid out on your spare table you made armin set up for you, and began to make your slime. when you poured the amount you wanted, eren leaned over, “wow, you’re like insanely cool, and talented, and beautiful, and also really intelligent-“

“what do you want, eren?”

“could you pour my glue i’m scared ?”

“scared- i’m not even gonna ask, hand me the one you want,” he handed you the white glue to pour, “what color?”

“the one that’s not pink.” you dropped a couple of yellow dye in, “now i wanna make my slime. mix it until you see no white left,” he began mixing while you started on yours, hearing the loud music from the living room armin blasted, “i don’t know who’s worse, you or armin-“

“woah i’m like the perfect boyfriend ever-“

“you literally thought dwayne johnson and the rock were twins eren..”

“hear me out cause it makes sense if one was wrestling and the other twin acts!” staring at this man in disbelief, “eren why do you think they added “the rock” in parentheses of dwayne johnson?”

“to acknowledge the limited space on the screen?”

“okay, you know what! let’s just finish making this,” you chuckled, trying not to laugh in this man’s face. you added the glitter in, “alright now add your vanilla scent in and added a small amount of mine in the pink one as well, i’ll make the solution.”

once you were finished, you both begane pour solution in the bowl and watched how it clumped together, “alright you got your gloves on?”

“yep, let’s knead it together,” you both began playing with your slime, “uh y/n…” you turn towards eren sighing deeply, “oh my god.”

he was covering in slime from the top of his head to the middle of his chest, “how did you- i don’t even wanna ask, come here.”

and the rest of the night was spent with you and armin trying to get slime out of his hair, “eren! stay still goddamnit!”

“ow! you popped me!”

“oh shut up!”

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it all started with my headcanon of Vincent being good at pool and teaching Kerry, hence having to eject it from my brain in some form,

...then I got sentimental about lore BIG TIME so I did something unthinkable and I ....wrote :tm: !!! 100% forgetting that I am no native speaker and I can't write for shit so venture forth at your own risk (fluff, it's fluff, andthere's a funny pic at the end)

Curved over the green woolen surface, his brow furrowed in concentration, V. held his breath - then arm and cue moved in a smooth stroke. The white ball hit its target with a sharp ‘knock’, sending the 8-ball rolling straight into the pocket. Nice. He didn’t have the time to smile however, as a frustrated exclamation came from somewhere behind him.

“Ugh…goddamnit!” Perched upon his stool, Kerry smacked his thighs in a show of disappointment. “Looks like I’m gonna have to pay for yet another round. Fuckin’ awesome, really.”

Vincent, still hunched over the table, quickly turned in worry - only to see that the man was actually amused, a cheeky grin upon his face. Relieved but still trying his best not to look too chuffed about having landed the winning shot he straightened up and did a little stretch before fetching the glass he’d left on the table rail.

“Whev, you almost had me. For a second I thought I had really hurt your pride”. He gave Kerry a little wink and took a sip of whiskey. “Gotta say, you put up a fight this round”.

“Well, I’ve got a very good teacher…and he’s quite the looker, too.” Kerry hopped off his seat and walked up to him. “But seriously, how come you’re this fuckin’ good at it?’’

Vincent gestured at the other tables. “See for yourself. Take a look around and watch who else is playing.’’

Kerry craned his neck. He had not given the other customers much thought until that moment, but now he could see it - little groups of youngsters in dusty leathers and bomber jackets were gathered all around, chattering and having a pint - some of them bearing Aldecaldos patches.

“Riiiight. Nomads. Heh, makes sense. Guess you had many a night like this.”

Leaning against the wooden edge of the table, V slipped a cigarette between his lips and lit it.

“Yep”, he said between puffs of smoke. “This is pretty much the best you can find in terms of nightlife, if you’re not from the big cities. Booze is decent, people are nice save from the occasional fight, and you get to wind down away from camp after a hard day of work”.

He looked down into the glass as he spoke, swirling his whiskey. Kerry could see something - nostalgia, or something else? - suddenly cloud his eyes, lost in distances only V.’s mind could see. It only lasted a moment before he snapped out of it, quickly turning his gaze back on Ker.

“Anyway that’s the secret: hundreds of matches - half of those, I played drunk as a skunk.” he quipped with a little smile, wrapping his arms around Kerry’s waist. Then his voice turned soft. “Though for city folks this kind of thing must grow old very quickly, I guess. I hope you’re not…well, bored?” It was there that it truly hit Kerry - those nights were not only about leaving the City and all its weight behind for a few hours, looking for something different - letting their hair down at some roadside bar where nobody gave them a second look or cared about who was who. Him - he could simply drive around NC and have a tale to tell for every corner of it: crashing the car with Johnny, playing this or that gig, hell, even where his favorite record store in the 30s used to be. Meanwhile, severed from it, all Vincent had to show for his past were an old car and a bunch of sun-faded pictures on the wall near his bed. A night on a highway across the Badlands was as close as V. could get to showing him something of it, a semblance of his world and the places he’d loved, or what his life had been like: in short, who he was. And hoping Kerry would like it - would like him as he truly was, with his lack of frills and sophistication, one who found joy in the little things. A bittersweet act of vulnerability: those nights together - he’d be cherishing them even more now, Ker thought, pressing himself against V. He nuzzled his neck, kissing one of the roses inked on his skin. “Not a chance. ‘Sides, even an empty room could be my favorite place, if it had you in it. But now…” he looked up at V mischievously, playing with the bullet pendant on his neck. “...I was thinking you could give me a few more pointers, y’know. Not quite sure my grip is quite right yet… and my uh… posture…”. Kerry stepped backwards, tugging flirtatiously at the neck of V's shirt while he did so. “Gotta get good, so you can stop missing easy shots to make me feel better.”.

Vincent’s eyes widened. “I don’t –” “Yes, you do. And it’s goddamn sweet, you gonk.”

His gaze never leaving Vincent’s, he retrieved the cue stick he’d abandoned against the stool, then slowly made his way back to the table and curved over it right next to V, playful eyes looking up to him from over his shoulder, his smirk an invitation.

“So, whatcha waiting for?”

The merc put down his glass. A moment later he was behind him, and Kerry welcomed the feeling of V’s chest pressed against his back, of his hand on his waist pulling him back. Nothing in Night City, hell nothing in the world could ever come close to the way he made him feel just standing next to him: transformed, new, fearless, alive with feelings he had no names or words for yet. He shivered: V’s breath caressed his neck as he whispered in his ear.

“Farther from the table. Find your footing, you gotta distribute your weight. And… bend down lower, sunshine.”

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Puppy Love

Sachiro Hirugami x fem! reader Warnings: cuteness and fluff Summary: You work at a puppy hotel and Sachiro comes to check up on the puppies. Word Count: 651 This is held post time skip and there will be no manga spoilers.

You peacefully enter the puppy place to be tackled by a bunch of fur balls of different shapes and sizes. One licked your cheeks all wet, while another one pulled your hair tie off.

“Hey! You cuties.” You giggled of pure joy.

“Hey y/n, the veterinarian is going to come soon. So these puppies better be in order.” One of your colleagues came in to feed them.You get up from the ground to look at their adorable faces, waiting for one in particular to come and place big brown eyes at you from below. How could you not resist them?

“Why hello there little bud. Are you hungry?” You cuddle his fluffy head.

You go to the counter where you keep doggy treats for the pups and grab one out of the jar.The puppy treat had a bumpy texture with little holes on top. The bone-shaped snack had a hint of red, but it was brown.You went over to the white fur ball and fed the treat to him, while he wagged his tail in excitement.

As he was done eating the doggy snack, the door opened to reveal a tall man with brown wavy hair. His chocolate eyes were soft and welcoming. His body was lean, but well-built. He inched towards where you stood.

“Hello miss, I am here to check on the puppies today.” His soothing voice felt like a lullaby for your eardrums.

“Oh, yes. They are going to be adopted pretty soon, and we wanted to make sure that they are all ready for their new family.” You picked up the puppy you just fed.

He smiled at you, examining your beauty. You were gentle while carrying the pup and he just adored it. Your h/l h/c hair fell perfectly framing your face. Your e/c eyes shining radiantly, making the stars from above jealous. Your smile, warmer than the sun. How could he not help to fall for your charm?

“I am l/n y/n, but you can call me however you want.” You smiled at him.

“Well Ms. l/n, I am Hirugami Sachiro.” He shook your hand.

One by one, the puppies were being checked. Some were still and quiet while being checked. Others were chaotic (✨ chaotic ✨). Others on the other hand, let's just say they looked like they were going to fight Sachiro for no reason, in a cute way. Others were drama queens while vaccinating.

You held each pup and cuddled their furry heads to comfort and distract them from the check up.

Oh, poor Sachiro thought you were an angel that fell from the highest altitude. Just by being the most caring and gentle person ever.

“And this one is the last one.” You carry the white fluff ball that you had a connection with.

“Oh, he seems like a cutie.” He grabbed his tiny paws.

Just like you. He thought.

The two of you finished checking all of the pups and it was kind of exhausting. They acted like a bunch of tiny little humans, running around and sucking things that weren't edible.

“So, I will see you the next time, I guess.” He rubbed the back of his head.

“Yep.” Your cheeks tinted pink.

“Hold on, I wanted to ask you if you are willing to exchange numbers.” Sachiro gave a toothy grin.

You look into his warm brown eyes. Sure, you just met him today, and of course you had a tiny crush on. Why not?

“Sure, you can have my number.” You hand your phone over to him.

You dial each other's numbers and give each other's phone back.

“Thank you!” He bows down.

“No, thank you for coming to check up on these puppies.” You smile at him.

And there he goes again, his cheeks grew warm and with a hue. How adorable he thought you were.

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Save a horse, ride a cowboy | a.b

pairing: dom!cowboy!austin x sub!reader

warnings: smut, chocking, mirror sex

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summary: 'Save a horse, ride a cowboy' is a saying that’s been in your mind for quite a long time already and you were always able to resist your wild fantasy… until now.

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As soon as you saw your boyfriend, Austin, wearing his light brown cowboy hat that he was allowed to keep after a photo shot, you knew that it was over for you.

You talked about the term 'roleplaying' with your friends before, but never with Austin. It’s not that you are ashamed of admitting that you want to try it with him, but you just didn’t know how to bring this kind of conversation up…

Hey baby, could you please pretend to be a cowboy from Texas and fuck me?

Hey sweetheart, why don’t you let me ride you in that nice little cowboy hat that you got?

To be honest — the saying 'save a horse, ride a cowboy, doesn’t exist for no reason… right?

You dreamed of it, fantasised of it, even thought about while he was fucking you — but you just never knew how to approach him and tell him your biggest wish.

Until today.

“I really like this place.” You told your boyfriend of about only 5 months while you let your eyes explore the fancy place that Austin picked out for tonight’s date night.

An old, rather small, restaurant that carries the perfect Texas/Cowboy vibe.

The perfect occasion for Austin to wear his shirt covered in blue and white flowers, paired with a normal black jeans and dark brown cowboy boots.

You were literally about to scream.

“Yeah, me too, I love this cowboy vibe, they really designed all of that, perfectly.” Austin explained with a tiny grin on his oh so soft lips.

You smiled at your boyfriend who’s sitting right at the opposite site of the small wooden table, gently putting your menu card back down after you decided to go for the classic, chicken wings with the good old barbecue sauce.

“Chicken wings with barbecue sauce?” The handsome man in the cowboy outfit, which is by the way making you feel feral, asked you.

You nodded, “yep.”

“Me too.” The waiter quickly then came and wrote your orders down before he left your table again.

“Have I already told you that you look drop dead gorgeous, my love?” He asked you, leaning his chin on your palm as he admired you with those ocean blue eyes.

You giggled, “Yes, like a thousand times already, sweetheart.” You replied.

For today’s date night, you picked a cute summer dress paired with a brown leather jacket and brown cowboy boots, basically matching with your handsome boyfriend who’s eyes just can’t seem to leave your figure.

“Good, because you really do look stunning, my pretty girl.” Austin whispered, hand reaching up to brush a piece of hair behind your ear as you smiled and bit your lip.

His smile slightly dropped, “Don’t do that.”

You furrowed your brows at his sudden change, “Don’t do what?” You curiously asked him.

“Don’t bite your lip, not here.” He muttered before you saw in the corner of your eye that the waiter already made his way over to your table.

“Sorry.” You mumbled with a smile before he nodded winked at you, making you blush before you two started to enjoy your chicken wings.

- - -

“Are you sure that you're okay? You looked a bit tensed up tonight, suga.” Your sweet (and unimaginable hot, handsome and sexy) boyfriend asked you as soon as he started the engine of his black Cadillac and drove you two home.

You gulped, squeezing your thighs together before you briefly glanced over into the direction of your boyfriend.

“Yeah, no, I-I mean, yes, I am o-okay.” You said as you slowly brushed your hands over your dress right above your panties, desperately trying to hide the fact that your are unbelievably horny right now.

Austin smirked and bit his lip as he noticed how your hands clutched onto your pretty dress that he bought you a few days ago.

After he caught your starring up at his brown cowboy hat, he started to speed through the noisy streets of California like a mad man, hands having the thin wheel in a tight grip as you gulped and furrowed your brows.

You waited in your seat as soon as you arrived at home, knowing that Austin gets a bit mad every time when you open the car door by yourself since he always says that a real gentleman always opens the car door for his beautiful women.

“Here you go, sweetness.” He mumbled after opening your door and offering you his hand to take it and intertwining your fingers with his.

You smiled up at your man, “thank you, baby.”

“No problem, my love.” He said before he fished his key out of the pocket of his black jeans and swiftly opened the big door, letting you enter first.

While Austin helped you out of your jacket, you though about only one thing.

Save a horse, ride a cowboy.

And which moment would be better than this one now? Exactly, none. You’ll never know when he’s gonna wear this outfit ever again.

Austin came up behind you and pulled your back further onto his chest as his long arms slung themselves around your waist, thumb slowly caressing your skin.

“Austin?” You shyly spoke up, eyes now looking at him through the mirror.

“Yes, pretty girl.”

“Do you know the saying, 'save a horse, ride a cowboy'?”

Austin’s thumb suddenly stopped caressing your skin, arms now falling off of your waist before his big palms grabbed your hips, squeezing them while he gazed at you through the big mirror.

He gulped as you saw how his eyes got darker, “Of course I do, baby.” He answered. You nodded as you heard his raspy voice answering your question, not daring to say anything else as you started to blush.

Suddenly, Austin walked backwards, pulling your standing figure with him until the two of you landed onto the small red couch that’s placed right in front of the mirror.

Oh, that’s why he placed the mirror right in front of the couch.

His hands were still gently placed on your hips before you felt his mouth hovering above your ear, nose running along your red cheek.

“You wanna ride me while I’m dressed as a cowboy?” He asked you softly, hand now slowly making its way down to his belt, slowly opening it.

You couldn’t form a sentence right now, so you nodded.

“I wanna hear words out of that pretty and useful mouth, suga, words.” He replied to your nod, making you gasp as soon as he slid his jeans and boxers down and revealed his big erection.

Your hands had a rather tight grip onto your boyfriends jeans, “Yes, I w-wanna ride you.” You quietly told him.

“Go on, sweetheart.” Hips giving you a tiny thrust, making you aware of his erection as his hands slowly lifted your dress.

“dressed as a cowboy.” You finished the sentence in a soft and quiet tone. Austin proudly nodded,

“Then let’s save a horse and ride a cowboy, huh?” He mumbled into your ear before he gave the side of your neck a tiny peck and removed your already wet panties.

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The Period Incident /blurb/

AN: can you guess? yep, another random idea that popped in my head and now is wrote out for you to read. i really enjoyed writing this and i hope you enjoy. please reblog and leave your feedback : ))))

This story contains: implements of sex, kissing, talks of period blood, crying, embarrassment, comfort, fluff

{ boyfriend!harry - softrry - any harry era }

word count- 1,275

When you arrive back to Harry's house from a date night, things start to get heated quickly but as he goes to pull your panties off, that's when he realizes you aren't wet from arousal but are wet from aunt flo.

You'd just been out on a lovely date and as soon as you arrived back to Harry's house, things started to get heated very fast. When you made it passed the front door, Harry lifted you up from your thighs and carried you up to his bedroom. The whole way there he had his tongue basically in your mouth and you couldn't help but moan at the hunger you were feeling for this man.

Entering his spacy bedroom, Harry stumbled his way over to the bed with you still attached to his body and carefully laid you down on the soft mattress. With eager hands, you both started to pull and tug each others clothes off, so horny driven you couldn't think straight. By the time Harry made it to your panties, he was only left in his boxer briefs and you were completely bare on the top of your body, round breasts on full display.

But when Harry goes to tug down your white cotton panties from your hips, he notices something is wrong immediately. The crotch of your underwear was soaked in a reddish brown substance and your shaven pussy had smeared blood all over it. It looked like a total crime scene. Being the mature adult he was though, Harry knew all it was was you'd started your period.

When you feel Harry pause in his movements of removing your last bit of clothing, you look up at his flushed face and ask hesitantly, "What? What is it?" He really didn't want to embarrass you because realistically periods aren't meant to be embarrassing. But Harry knowing you, he knew you'd get embarrassed and upset. He just didn't know to what extent.

Slowly pulling his eyes away from your bloody vagina, Harry gently explains, "Um...... it appears you may have started your period, love. But hey, it's okay. No need to be embarr...."

Your boyfriend was cut off by you shakily muttering out loudly, "Oh GOD!" as you looked down between your legs and seen the horrid view of what you thought was arousal forming in your panties from being turned on but turns out it was your period that came a day early. You give no warning as you quickly jump out of bed before ruining Harry's sheets and run into his bathroom.

As soon as you step foot in the bathroom, you slam the door shut, lock it, and scramble to find a tampon under the sink. Harry always kept tampons and pads for you or any female that may need it when using his bathroom. A thoughtful *king*. Then you grabbed a dark colored washcloth and wet it before sitting on the toilet. You kicked your bloody panties off and began cleaning yourself up.

You wiped all the wet and dried blood from your pussy and then patted yourself dry with some clean toilet paper. After that, you quickly opened the tampon package and inserted it in before you started leaking again. When the tampon was correctly inserted, that's when the full length of your embarrassment came flooding in and you quietly begin to sob on the toilet, fully naked and feeling vulnerable.

You and Harry have only been dating for about five months and you were never embarrassed to share with him when you got your period or talk about periods with him. But this, this was so much worse. He was literally about to go down on you when he came face to face with your bloody vagina and bloody underwear. How will he ever look at your pussy the same way again, you think to yourself.

Back in his bedroom, Harry was left sitting on his bed, still half naked and hard, unsure of what to do. He was going to come straight after you and repeat you didn't need to be embarrassed but after some quick rethinking, he realized you probably wanted some privacy for a few minutes. To clean yourself up and get yourself situated.

After sitting on his bed for about ten minutes at this point, Harry starts to hear your soft cries from within his bathroom. He knows he must get up and do something, anything to bring comfort to his vulnerable girlfriend. So he walks over to your overnight bag that's sitting on his bedroom floor and rummages around for you a fresh pair of panties. Then he goes over to his dresser and finds you one of his large t-shirts because he knows you like sleeping in his clothes verses your own.

Once Harry has the clean clothes for you to put on, he hesitantly walks to the bathroom door and knocks softly. "Love, I've got you some fresh clothes to put on for sleep. Um, I know you feel quite embarrassed but I want you to know that I'm not mad or upset with you. Periods happen and it just means you're healthy which is all I could ask for."

You hear his words from behind the closed door and feel even more emotional at his kind words. You always knew Harry was understanding but this, this is too sweet of him. If it was any of your other partners in the past, they would have kicked you out of their bed with discussed and gagged at the thought of your period blood. But Harry, he was so compassionate and loving that you should have known this would be his reaction.

Hoarsely from your raspy voice due to crying, you reply, "But..... but, I've ruined our night. We had such a good date and then we were gonna have some great sex and..... and I've ruined it."

"Baby," Harry speaks gently, "you did not ruin our night. Sex or no sex, it doesn't matter as long as I'm spending time with you. How 'bout you finish up in there and come out to the room where I'll have your clothes laying on the bed. I'll give you some privacy to change while I go make you some hot tea in the kitchen. Then we can cuddle and maybe watch a film in bed."

Weakly, you agree with, "Okay."

Harry goes down stairs to get your tea started and you come out of his bathroom to put on the fresh clothes he has laying out for you. Once you're in the clothes, you crawl under his heavy duvet and wait for him to return.

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Five minutes later Harry came back with the cup of hot tea in his hands and he carefully sets it on the table beside the bed for you. Then he grabs the tv remote and climbs into bed beside you. What you didn't know was the tea had some natural sleeping agents like melatonin in it because he thought it would help you relax and get a good night's sleep. So that explains why half way through the movie you fall asleep against Harry's bare shoulder.

When he notices you're asleep, Harry turns the tv off and slides down further in the covers to keep warm. And to keep you warm, he turns on his right side to spoon you. He places one arm under your neck and his other arm hangs over your hip. Then Harry carefully slips his right hand on your lower tummy and rubs it in soothing circles because he knows your cramps will set in by morning and he wants to help as much as possible. Not long after, he drifts off to sleep as well, holding his girlfriend nice and tight to his warm body, not hard anymore because all his worry and concern for you turned him soft rather quickly.

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1. she's american // george daniel x oc

a/n: erratic is literally the only word i have to describe it. like i don't have a posting schedule, i don't have a masterlist for it yet (i'll add the link when i have one). idk how many chapters. this literally doesn't even have a canon-accurate timeline!! but i wrote something and i wanted to publish it so i did. hope you enjoy! discussions about it in my asks are always welcome hehe <3 cw: arguments and yelling?? can't really think of any hard warnings wc: 3.2k masterlist

it is a truth universally acknowledged that something must go wrong every time i land in london. this time, it’s matty texting me that he can’t come pick me up from the airport.

soz, mate. his text reads, really urgent work came up. i’m sending a friend to pick u up tho. i’ll make it up to u tonight. xx. to compound the annoyance of it, a blast of july heat hits me square in the face when i step off the plane and onto the tarmac.

“make it up” i lightly scoff to myself; make it up is code-word for plying my with cheap beer, greasy pizza and, sure, great weed. i have this routine rehearsed—it’s the same thing we’ve been doing since the age of 14.

friend? i text back and start making my way towards immigration and the luggage carousels. heathrow is just as big as i remember—massive and winding and really fucking beige for some reason. stepping onto the escalator, i take another peek at my phone and at the three dots bouncing in place, waiting for him to finish typing his message.

yeah. george. he responds.

george… i try to conjure up a face for the name. somewhere in the back of my mind, i know it’s familiar. george…matty’s friend george. my phone dings again.

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it’s a photo of a man, a boy really… he looks like he’s matty’s age and it clicks in my head. this is george and i have most definitely seen him before. his wavy, dirty blond hair is piled on top of his head haphazardly, like he couldn’t be bothered with them at all. the dark roots peek from underneath. george stares directly at the camera, a straight face—straight nose and straight full lips. everything about him screams cool nonchalance. right down to the nondescript white t-shirt he’s wearing.

and this boy is coming to pick me up after i’ve just travelled for eight hours all the way from new york.

subconsciously, i sniff at my t-shirt. yep, the sweat combined with the general stink of the airport clings to me like cobwebs. what i really need is a long, cold shower followed by an even longer nap. what i get, however, is a long line at the immigration counter.

passport clutched in my hand, i look around the area. behind me, an american couple chatters excitedly and plans their itinerary. ahead of me, a british mother reprimands her child for biting his nails. it’s jarring that the american couple’s accents are more familiar to me than the mother and her child’s.

it’s jarring that despite being gone only four years, everything about london already feels foreign.

“next please,” the immigration officer calls out, jerking me out of my thoughts. it’s a simple process really. once he sees my british passport, all he has to do is match my face to it and stamp it.

“thanks,” i mumble when he hands it back to me.

“welcome home,” he responds and smiles that kind, old man smile.

my heart snags on the word. home. and my life back in new york briefly flashes in front of my eyes; a quick montage of tall skyscrapers and glittery new york nights—but i shake my head and clear the thoughts away.

yep, home is here now. and that’s all that matters.

bags in my hand, i make my way to the exit, craning my neck and looking all around me for any sign of the dirty blond hair from the photo.

this is not how i had imagined it would be. i had imagined running into matty’s arms and breathing in his familiar scent, shoving each other playfully until we dissolved into fits of giggles. i had imagined familiarity and comfort; not having to find a practically unknown man in a sea of other unknown people. and even though i had his picture on my phone, i had no way of—

“cleo?”

i turn mid-thought at the sound of my name. the voice that speaks it is rich and deep, gravelly even. yet it’s not a voice i recognise. and then i spot him standing about ten feet away from me. george.

he stares at me in a scrutinising way, then looks at the phone in his hand and looks back up at me. looks like i’m not the only one with a stranger’s picture in my phone.

“george?” i raise my hand in greeting and smile slightly. there’s no doubt it’s a tired, pathetic smile but it will have to do.

this is the first time i’m seeing him properly. and wow, he’s tall. all my life i’ve been used to matty and his almost six feet (the thought makes me smile, i know how mad he gets at the “almost”) but george is so much taller, with broad shoulders and toned arms that are littered with tattoos; colourful tattoos that i try not to gawk at but fail anyway.

he nods once and starts walking in my direction; long graceful steps that should not belong to someone so huge. and yet in five long strides, he’s covered the entire distance between us.

subconsciously, i lose a sigh. after the last 24 hours, all i want is for someone to carry my bags for me and preferably gently manhandle me so i won’t have to do the laborious task of walking.

george does no such thing.

he walks towards me and right past. and then, while i stand there gaping slightly, he turns around. “the car is parked this way.”

translation: are you an idiot?

that’s what his tone screams anyway, and confusion along with annoyance washes over me. what the fuck is his problem? i get that he probably got saddled with the task of picking me up on a hot summer day but taking it out on me is hardly the fair thing to do. i roll my eyes and follow him out of the airport and towards the car park.

dragging my two large trolley bags behind me and trying to keep up with his long strides is no easy task. by the time the entrance to the car park comes into view, i’m jogging lightly and panting to keep up with him. sweat rolls down my back in rivulets while the sun blazes overhead. it’s only 10 am but i am ready to go back to bed for six hours preferably.

fuck george and fuck his long legs. i refuse to ask him to slow down.

a mildly beaten-down ford focus comes into view and george opens the trunk before motioning at my bags. i resist the urge to baulk at him—so now he wants to help? wordlessly, i hand the luggage to him and mumble a quick thanks.

then i turn around and make my way to the passenger side door.

i realise my mistake far too late. or rather as soon as our hands brush, attempting to open the same door and i jerk mine away like i’ve just touched a live wire. george looms behind me, quiet judgement radiating off of him, probably wondering why i’m on his side of the car.

i turn around, face burning with embarrassment and something unexplained, only to come face to face—face to chest, rather—with a very unimpressed george. heat radiates off his body this close, heat and an earthy, sweet perfume that i’ve never smelled on anyone else before.

“sorry,” i back away, “american habits.” but his face remains passive and his eyes trained on the door handle.

“right. sorry,” i squeak and practically run back to the right door this time.

i curse softly, at the wind, this entire day. this city and this entire fucking island. but mostly i curse at stupid american habits and stupid british girls who get used to them.

london is crowded as always; at least, that part is similar to new york. except here i see red double-deckers crawling along leisurely instead of yellow cabs zooming by, waiting for no one. in the twenty minutes, we’ve been on the road, the sun has disappeared giving way to grey clouds. the only sound in the car is the whirr of the aircon and the radio playing some old 80s hits at a low volume. everything else is an awkward silence.

“so matty’s not free today?” i ask. well, i try but all i get from him is a shake of the head before he angrily overtakes the car in front of us.

“and he’s not going to be free all day?”

“dunno. later maybe, in the evening.”

that’s the most words he’s said to me at one go. and it’s also a pretty clear indicator that he’s done with this conversation—well, ‘conversation’ is pushing it anyway. i just look out the window and at the taxi next to us.

it’s the american couple from before; excitedly looking out their windows and pointing at all the buildings. i imagine it’s their first time, they certainly have the ‘americans in europe’ air about them. i imagine their day is going leagues better than mine is; i imagine them going back to their hotel room, spending their day being loved up and excited about their holiday. they’ll take photos, eat nice food. they’ll laugh around being silly and saying exaggerated british slang in exaggerated english accents. and then they’ll go home, back to some place that is theirs.

i snap my gaze back to my lap.

london is not so bad. matty is here. if i could make a life in new york from scratch then i can do it again. besides i already have friends here, it can’t be that difficult. right?

my phone buzzes in my hands bringing me out of my thoughts.

nate.

i have the sudden and violent urge to be carsick. nate, after everything, he has the nerve to try to call me. with more force than necessary, i stab the red button and close my eyes. if george has noticed any of this, he doesn’t react.

images flash in front of my eyes in a dizzying blur after that—nate. new york. nights that used to blend into dawns. nate. champagne that flowed freely. laughter. friends. happiness. nate. heartbreak. and quite possibly utter ruin, if i want to be dramatic about it.

my phone buzzes again and this time i don’t even pay attention to it.

george, however, side-eyes it and then shakes his head. “are you gonna get that?”

i whip my head to look at him, riffling through several responses in my head to politely tell him that this is none of his business.

half an hour of knowing him and i can already feel annoyance settling between us. george stares at me while we wait for the light to turn green. one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows is raised high, his mouth twisted in almost a grimace. what the fuck is his deal? has he never heard a phone buzzing before?

“no,” i reply curtly and go back to staring straight ahead, glaring at the double decker blocking my view of anything else.

half a minute later, the phone buzzes again. and george stares. again.

“for fuck sake,” he grumbles to himself, looking like he’d rather run us straight into the bus than sitting here with me for two more minutes.

“have i done something to you?” i turn to face him fully, eyes trained on him as he shifts the gear and starts driving again.

his jaw ticks at my question. i imagine his molars grinding down hard against each other in frustration as his fingers drum restlessly on the steering wheel.

“no,” he grits out in the same tone i had before.

“then what the f–then what is your problem with me?” i ask, controlling myself last minute. there’s no need to get rude just yet.

george, obviously, ignores that and continues to mutter something to himself that i can’t quite clearly make out.

fuck this and fuck him.

i think back to the last 24 hours i’ve had. i think back to packing my bags while sobbing so hard that i couldn’t see two inches in front of me. of having to figure out a way to get to the airport without nate. of having no one to say goodbye to, no one to tell me that they will miss me. i think back to four years in new york and how by the end of it i was almost back to square one.

“it’s distracting,” he replies and i resist the urge to scoff. it’s hardly that bad. it’s literally just a phone buzzing. “if you don’t want to get it then turn it off.”

i’m almost certain that by now my jaw is on the floor of his messy car—no, seriously. i don’t know how someone would want to have that many receipts and empty beer cans in their backseat—but george has some nerve!

“what the fuck!?” i glare at him, not even bothering to conceal my irritation now and i have no doubt that if it weren’t for the busy road, he would be glaring right back at me. his hands grip the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turn white.

“listen,” i continue, “i know you’re mad that matty made you come pick me up—”

“oh you think you know why i’m pissed off?” he retorts, cutting me off halfway. strike fucking two.

“but i’m not going to sit here and take your shit.” i finish, ignoring him entirely. almost as if the universe were on my side, george turns onto a familiar street. extremely familiar, in fact. i know where i am, i know matty’s house is a five minute walk from here. internally i whoop with joy.

“in fact,” i continue, mustering up all my snark, “i am not going to sit here at all.” then like a maniac, i put one hand on the door handle and jut my chin up in defiance. “stop the car right now and open the trunk.”

predictably, george stares at me like i’ve lost my mind. and maybe i really have because the next thing i’m doing is unbuckling my seatbelt and tightening my hold on the door handle.

“stop the car right now, george or i swear to god, i’ll start screaming for help.”

if i weren't so pissed off, it'd be funny how his eyes go as wide as saucers in the span of half a second, how fast his head whips to me.

“you are fucking INSANE!” he yells and pulls over as fast as he can, “fuck, i don’t know what matty sees in you,” he spits and yanks his door open.

i sit there frozen for a second, all the anger and snark almost leaving my body at his words. almost. but then i hear the trunk opening and the sound of two bags being harshly thrown onto the pavement.

letting out a string of curses that are aimed at him, his family and at least ten generations of his ancestors, i stomp over to where he’s thrown my bags casually. i don’t stop there. i march up to him, staring him right in the face until i am on the curb and tall enough to reach his chin.

“you!” i stab my finger in his chest, “don’t get to say that about me.”

george rolls his eyes looking down at me as if i were about as threatening as a baby penguin. and i have the sudden and insane urge to climb on his car so i would finally be tall enough to look down my nose at him.

“i don’t know what matty sees in you!” i continue the finger-stabbing, just once more to drive the point home but the insufferable man in front of me only scoffs lightly.

“very original of you,” he drawls, “now if you’re done…” he trails off before his massive hand wraps around my wrist and pushes my hand away. his fingers are warm and rough. calloused hands.

someone who’s used to being rough with everything he touches.

and just like that, he’s walking away and back into his car while i’m left fuming on the pavement. honestly fuck george and fuck everything else, i’m just ready to write this entire day off and rot in bed.

with more force than necessary, i start yanking my bags behind me, practically stomping till the end of the lane where matty’s house stands. george and his car don’t move.

i imagine him in there fuming like i am right now and then scream out in frustration. a bird in a nearby tree flies away in panic.

i should not be thinking about that dickhead at all.

when i’m halfway through the lane, the car starts back up. driving behind me, following like a creep. well, that’s an exaggeration—i imagine he has to report back to matty that i made it to the house safe. still, i want to turn around and yell at him to fuck off.

between planning his evil demise and chanting all my angry thoughts, i finally reach the house at the end of the lane and freeze. because i realise i don’t have his keys, matty’s not home and i have no way of getting in. and the only person who probably has said keys is currently sitting in his car right behind me.

slowly, like in one of those cheesy horror movies, i turn around and look in the direction of the car. through the window, i see george rhythmically tapping on the steering wheel, glancing at me while a slow smirk curls onto his face. i can feel the smugness radiating off of him all the way to where i’m standing.

evil little shit.

he takes his sweet little time, getting out the car and sauntering toward the front door. before he gets to the door, he stops in front of me, face carefully blank once again with only a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

“need my help again?” george asks and my god does it take all my restraint not to punch him right in the face.

“just give me the bloody keys and leave, george,” i spit at him and watch his face morph into confusion.

he stares at me for a second longer than he should, eyebrows creasing and eyes hardening as wariness creeps in. “why would i give you my keys?”

“so i can get in, you idiot—wait your keys?”

i open and close my mouth like a fish, trying to make sense of his words. he doesn’t mean what i think he means, right? this is all just a stupid misunderstanding?

“my keys,” he confirms and dangles them right in front of my face so that a tiny metal g smacks me in the nose.

my throat feels drier than the nevada desert. beads of sweat roll down the back of my neck. and it’s not just sweat from the humidity—no, this is a cold sweat. impending doom and bad omens and whatnot.

trying to clear my throat, i speak again in a rough, whispery voice, “why do you have keys to matty’s house?”

but even i know how stupid that sounds before it’s even left my mouth. because why would he have keys to matty’s house. unless…

unless it’s not just his house. and george is not just his best friend. no, george, stupid and utterly infuriating george is also his housemate.

and now he’s about to be mine too.

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lilithfairen · 1 year

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How to accuse a work of "wish fulfillment" because it isn't about telling women they need to stay in the kitchen~

I'm going to delve deeper into this pathetic screed the loser head mod of /r/RWBYcritics wrote, because it's so very telling about the way RWBY "critics" view stories that don't blame women for everything~

Let's see, just off the top of my head in instances where characters in Team RWBY were depicted as "wrong" in any way:

Ruby overburdening herself as "the leader".

Weiss not understanding her brother is the result of the same upbringing she went through.

Blake being a member of an extremist group, then abandoning her friends after the fall of Beacon.

Yang's overreliance on letting loose with her Semblance.

Just a few examples, off the top of my head, because the protagonists of this show have a thing called "character development". It's this funny thing where, when a character of a story has flaws, they often work to address or grow out of these flaws. So it's not that RWBY has never depicted Team RWBY as being wrong, it's that RWBY doesn't always depict Team RWBY as being wrong that pisses off this loser.

So it's "wish fulfillment" to have a story where...characters suffer defeat and tragedy, but rather than wallowing in their loss and suffering, they rally themselves and return to the fray, determined to fight for those they love?

I can see that sort of thing being a form of "wish fulfillment" for people who've experienced trauma and depression, in that stories that tell such people that Things Get Better can be invaluable to them. All the more so when these stories feature characters that those people can identify more closely with, perhaps because of gender or sexuality. But I can see the idea of disparagingly referring to such as "wish fulfillment" for the sort of people who don't believe anyone but strong and confident white men can handle such a burden.

Was Ruby told that she was "perfect"? Nope, the specific word was "enough". Ruby felt like she couldn't live up to the burden of leading the fight against Salem, only to be reassured that it would be as much a burden on anyone else's shoulders. This is an interesting thing, because our angry white guy writing this conflates a story saying a woman isn't a complete loser responsible for everything bad that happens with claiming the story is declaring her to be "perfect".

Remember, kids: men are the only ones allowed to protect the ones they care about. Ruby tries to help her uncle fight off a psychotic assassin, unaware of the Semblance he never told her about? What a selfish fucking bitch amirite!

Ah yes, the selfish desire of "not standing around and letting the Grimm be lured to Argus". Why didn't she just fucking walk to Atlas, huh? Or send her friend back to her abusive father? What a selfish fucking bitch amirite!

This is 100% the sort of thing that comes out of the mouth of the kind of man who takes a woman out to an expensive restaurant on a first date, then screams abuse at her because she won't have sex with him afterwards. The attitude of "this man gives her things, how fucking dare this woman not unconditionally obey him in every fucking way".

Again: What a fucking selfish bitch Ruby was to try to help her uncle fight off a psychopathic murderer, huh?

"Why isn't this selfish bitch being punished for being a bitch?"

Yep, the wish fulfillment of "sometimes doing the right thing pays off". I can see how you'd resent this when you're a drooling stan of the authoritarian who decided to leave thousands of people to die at the drop of a hat, because he wanted to be The Hero and only he was allowed to be The Hero because he was a Manly Man Who Mans.

Get out the Anti-Strawman Spray, Batman!

Yep, because we saw that Ruby's plan ultimately did unite the people of Remnant in Vacuo, that means there was literally no panic whatsoever following the announcement! That's how logic works!

The "end point" was Ironwood's original plan before he threw it out the window, because there wasn't really anything wrong with Ironwood's original plan. Get the folks in Mantle to Atlas, evacuate with Atlas. That Ruby and her teammates were forced to work in secret, infiltrate Atlas command, and then seek medical attention for their critically-wounded friend as a result of Ironwood going Full Fascism is obviously all her fault. Bitch bitch bitch etc.

Man, I can think of nothing more despair-inducing than the idea that the Man in Charge doesn't have the one and only possible solution to any problem!

Hope is leaving thousands of people to fucking die, because the white man who wrote this does not identify or sympathize with anyone in Mantle.

Hope is the Man In Charge doing whatever he fucking wants and stupid bitches like Ruby falling in line and accepting their place.

Hope is adamantly clinging to a male authority figure, despite the glaring logical flaws with his plans and the glaring moral flaws he exhibits with every passing second.

But if it's a woman who keeps fighting for the right thing, she's a selfish bitch.

You notice how this screed somehow juggles between "Team RWBY are depicted as if they can do no wrong and always succeed in everything" and "Team RWBY ruins everything and makes everything worse for everyone"? It's a common tactic of fascists, actually; the enemy is both strong and weak at the same time. But why would the white man who idolizes a male military authoritarian and vilifies women, the poor, and minorities utilize fascist rhetorical devices?

The best part about "critics" like this is that RWBY is a story that introduced a plot device and exposited specific limitations to its power in the story, and none of these idiots can wrap their heads around a single part of that.

"When Salem does not do things the Staff has never been claimed to be able to do, that will just be wish fulfillment."

Well, anyway, here's me calling you stupid (and a drooling sexist pig) (and a racist fucko) (and a fascism stan)~

#rwby critics

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catmaidetho · 1 year

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🍁🍁WHY YOU SHOULD VOTE FOR ETHO IN THE MCYTBLR SEXYMAN POLLS🍁🍁

a text post this time!

he ticks so many sexyman tropes.

tropes sourced from here

ANIMAL THEMING. (speaking of llamas! also arctic foxes!)

ANGST. (last life ethubs

CAPITALIST. (he has a shopping addiction. he's admitted to it.)

CHAOTIC. (have you seen the recent anvil wars pettiness??)

CON ARTIST. (DOES SHADE-E-E'S MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?)

MILF.

QUOTEABLE CATCHPHRASE. (oh snappers! uh-huh, yep yep! SPEAKING OF LLAMAS!)

DIVORCED. (LAST LIFE ETHUBS....)

EYE IMAGERY. (only look in one eye. dont look in the other bad things will happen.)

SMARTDUMB. (he is so pathetic and floppy but he builds the most impressive redstone contraptions you've ever laid your eyes on)

KNIFEMURDERER. (fishingrods you fishingrods you fishingrods you)

CANON/FANON DIVERGENCE. (he is simply not that mysterious or aloof i wrote a whole characterization post on how to get him right)

FLANDERIZATION. (he does this to himself half his personality is being canadian, saying sorry, and drinking coffee. we also do this with his sleeplessness)

MYSTERIOUS. (GOODTIMESWITHSCAR HIMSELF said that etho is "mysterous" on a recent livstream.)

COVERED FACE. (we love a man in a mask)

PERPETUAL SMILER. (you can always tell he is smiling in his videos, he's such a smiley guy)

SCARS. (eye scar! also fanon gives him mouth/lip scars a lot!)

TALL. (listen we dont know for sure that he's that tall but he's taller than bdubs)

THEME SONG. (resource gathering by elybeatmaker)

WHITE HAIR. (kakashi naruto)

OTHER THINGS OF NOTE

i have so much etho trivia in my brain always

he is a paramore stan. [x]

his lets play series is at 575 episodes and has been running for 12 years with only one world reset when the end was released.

his style has influenced many of the hermits, to the point doc has called him their mother (in a sense). [x]

literally all of the hermits love him. you should too. [x]

VOTE ETHO.

#khaos.txt #etho #mcytblr sexyman #ETHOSWEEP #hi i have so much to say always #id's provided by synnie ilyy <3

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writemekpop · 2 years

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Hard Enough | Kim Junmyeon (Suho)

5K Follower Series Ep. 25

Summary: Suho can’t hide his desire for you when he watches you get changed in front of him...

Genre: Friends to lovers, suggestive

Word Count: 1.4k

Prompt: “Judging by your… reaction, I’m guessing I look good?” & “Can I stay here tonight?”

As Suho opened his front door, you pushed him against the wall.

“Wanna fuck?” you whispered.

Suho’s heart was throbbing. Was this a dream? This had to be a dream. You were his best friend - his bad-ass, genius, way-too-hot-for-him best friend.

Well, you saw Suho as your best friend. Suho, meanwhile, spent every night imagining your body on top of his. Imagining this moment.

Suho was in love with you. And you had no idea.

“Y-yes,” he cried out.

You froze. A look of confusion crossed your face. Then, you threw your head back and laughed. You ruffled his fringe. “Just kidding! The look on your face is priceless. God, you are easy to mess with.”

Suho nodded, cursing himself in his mind.

“Yep.” His voice was dry. “You got me.”

You barrelled up the stairs and into his bedroom, trailing popcorn crumbs and destruction. You had a massive pile of dresses in your hands.

As soon as you reached Suho’s bedroom, you ran into his ensuite bathroom.

“Okay, I’ll start trying them on!” you called. “Thanks so much for helping me.”

Oh yeah. You were going on a first date with some jerk called Chanyeol today. And Suho, like the idiot he was, had agreed to help you pick an outfit. Did he enjoy getting his heart trampled on? He had no idea why he did this.

Suddenly, you leaned out in just a bra, your brown skin glowing deliciously in the light. You kissed him on the cheek. “You’re a lifesaver.”

The world wobbled a little as Suho drowned in happiness. Oh yeah. That was why he did this.

His cheeks burning painfully, Suho took a seat. With each dress – a black silk with a slit thigh, a puffy white one made of tulle – Suho tried to give a considered opinion.

You see, you and Suho were both journalists at the same women’s magazine. When he first met you four years ago, his career as a writer was struggling. He had no inspiration. There were only so many “21 cute throw blankets for your apartment” that he could write.

And then he met you. The girl who teased him mercilessly for being a man working at a women’s magazine, (you called him the “Lady Whisperer”) wrote so much better than him, and made him smile for hours every time you sent him a stupid sloth gif.

That was when he started the series, “How to Get Over A Crush (Hint: You Can’t)” and quickly became one of the magazine’s most popular writers. Suho told you the series was all made-up. Not once did you suspect that it was about you. That hurt Suho a little. Was it that hard to imagine you dating him?

“Okay, picky… what about this one?”

You came out, grinning breathlessly, in a dress covered in red lace flowers. Well, it could barely be called a dress – it cheekily revealed so much of your bronze skin. The neckline rippled down your chest, and Suho’s eyes felt glued to it.

For a moment, Suho was so overcome he couldn’t speak. His whole body pulsed and shivered with excitement.

“Well, silly? Can you speak or what?”

You jumped onto the bed next to him, and squished your fingers to his lips, pretending to open and close them. “Speak, speak, speak,” you chanted.

As soon as you touched him, Suho felt a jolt of excitement. Then a very familiar and very, very disturbing sensation in his pants. He had an intense erection.

Inhaling sharply, he leaned forward with his elbows on his thighs, as if thinking very hard.

You frowned at him. “What’s wrong? You’re acting funny.”

He cleared his throat. “N-nothing, just… more comfortable this way.”

You stood up, spinning slowly in front of the mirror. “Well? What about the dress?” you murmured.

Oh god. Seeing your whole body – including your very sculpted ass - was not helpful.

In the mirror, you noticed some little buttons at the back of the neck. “Oh, would you mind doing these up for me?”

Suho shook his head. “I’m think… you can manage.”

You spun to face him. “Oh my god, you’re being so weird right now. Just help me.”

Suho’s face was blushing up a storm. “Yeah, about that… I don’t feel like getting up right now.”

You pouted for a second. Then, suddenly, you pushed a fist in front of your lips. A tiny chuckle burst from your throat.

“Judging by your… reaction, I’m guessing I look good?” you said.

Suho screwed his eyes shut, wishing he could die right now. “Is it that obvious?”

A sweet, soft smile came to your lips. Suho was surprised. It was like you were letting your guard down for just a moment. “I’m flattered. I didn’t know I was that attractive.”

Suho smiled. “You are. Dangerously attractive. A guy should have to sign a form before dating you.”

“Like a gun license?” you asked.

“Exactly. A Y/n license.”

You stood up. “Well, I think fate is telling me to wear this one.”

You started to pick up the dresses from the bed.

Suho felt crushing disappointment. In a few minutes, you’d be out the door, flirting with that Chanyeol idiot. And he would lose you. Maybe for good this time.

Suho did something very uncharacteristic for him. He took a chance.

“Don’t go,” he called out, his voice thick.

You turned to him. “What?”

“Don’t go on the date,” he said, meeting your eye. He could barely believe what he was doing. Suho? Confident? This was crazy. “Can you stay here tonight?”

“Why?”

“Because… I don’t want you to date that Chanyeol guy. I want you to date me.” Suho took a deep breath. “I really like you. I’ve liked you ever since you walked into that office and called my tie ugly. And I’ve been too afraid to say anything till now, but, if that goddamn Chanyeol guy turns out to be the love of your life I’ll never be able to forgive myself.”

You sat down on the bed again. Your eyebrows pulled together, like you were doing a difficult calculation.

Suho groaned. “What? Stop looking like that! Just say something!”

You bit your lip. “No, it’s just… your crush. The one you write about in the “How to get over your crush” series… it’s not…”

Suho nodded. “It’s you. It always has been.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “The girl you write secret poems about? The girl who makes your throat dry every time she comes near? The one you call the boy-whisperer…” You realised the connection. “Oh my god…”

You fell into stunned silence. Then, quietly, you said, “I read that in bed every Sunday morning, and every time, I wish I could find a guy who loved me that much.”

You shuffled closer to Suho. “You goddamn idiot!” you cried.

Suho’s heart fell. This was it. The rejection he had always known was coming.

“Why the hell did you not tell me till now?” You were grinning, red spots of blush blazing high in your cheeks.

Suho’s stuttered. “W-what? You mean… you’re not mad?”

You laughed. “Mad? Suho, I had a crush on you from the start! That’s why I teased you. I just- I felt so many things and I’m not used to… feeling things.” You looked down. “I kept looking for signals that you liked me back, but after a while, I gave up. I thought you just wanted to be friends.”

Suho shook his head. “Well you could not be more wro-“

You interrupted him - by pressing your lips fiercely to his. The kiss- the kiss was like being born again. Your lips were just as soft as he’d imagined. He was so absorbed in the feeling of your mouth on his that he totally forgot about his embarrassing hard-on.

When you pulled away, you grinned at his lap. “Sorry. That probably isn’t helping… that situation.”

Suho shrugged and pretended to look thoughtful. “Well, you know, I’m starting to think it won’t go away on its own…”

You smirked, running your hand over his chest. “Fuck Chanyeol. I’m staying here. Coz I know just how to help you with that.”

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