#( added to all of this is the fact I was exhausted bc of the brat next door

[unprofessional-bard]

Don't Push It, Pt. 2

Unprofessional Bard's Masterlist

First Part (2/2)

Based on this request.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Warnings: Age gap (the reader is 26 and Joel is 53), angst, sexual tension, then smut: oral sex (m&f receiving), fingering, hair pulling, biting, choking, dom/sub vibes bc the reader is A Brat, rough & unprotected vaginal sex.

Summary: It's been going on for years. They both know better than to act on their feelings, but patience starts running thin when a few boundaries are crossed.

Word Count: 7.275 hehehe

Author's Note: This turned out to be a pure self indulgent smut but oh well. I have no shame and no excuses for this.

Like before, this fic changes POV's a lot:

• ----R and below: The reader's POV.

• ----J and below: Joel's POV.

• ----B and below: Both POV's.

The fic starts off with the reader's POV.

Enjoy!

"Jesse..." You called for him, voice breaking and tears around the corners of your eyes. He was chatting with two other people, but immediately diverted his attention to you once he saw your expression.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He turned to you. You were pouting and chewing on your lower lip, refusing to speak, so he held your shoulders as he looked into your eyes: "What happened?"

You blinked away the urge to cry, trying to find comfort in the fact that he hadn't witnessed your interaction with Joel. When you shut you eyes, though, Jesse's right hand went to cup your cheek: "Come on- Hey, it's okay-"

"I'm gonna go home," You finally whined.

"Okay, let's go then," Jesse instinctively looked over to the door, but you softly grabbed his wrist.

"No, you stay..." You looked away, nausea forming at the pit of your stomach: "I wanna be alone."

"You sure?" You unintentionally leaned forward, lightly tripping on your own feet.

"Yeah, thanks," You finally let the tears go and a pair rolled down your cheeks. You don't remember being this embarrassed, ever; normally you wouldn't cry, but the alcohol fucked with you too.

"Aw, (Y/N)..." He quickly pulled you into a hug, pressing your head into his chest. "You're so not getting away with this. We'll talk about it tomorrow okay?" You just nodded and forced yourself to stop crying or, rather, stop yourself from making a noise. After he pulled away, you let Jesse wipe away the tears glistening your cheeks: "Would a kiss make you feel better-? On the cheek, of course."

You chuckled at his panic and nodded with watery eyes, then he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your wet cheek - a kiss you wished you'd gotten from Joel, it was a comforting gesture which made you want to cry more. Instead, before you let anyone notice what was going on, you walked out with rushed steps. The sudden contact with the warm summer air made you realise how suffocating it had gotten in there, the calm and quiet of the town easing your stress on minimal levels.

You furiously wiped away your tears as you stormed to your house, trying not to trip on your feet as you did.

How could I be so stupid? You thought and sniffed. Of course he was gonna reject me.

The feeling of nausea and embarrassment started to take over your thoughts, so you found yourself leaning against a streetlight, groaning: "Fuck..."

"Shouldn't walk back alone," A deep voice spoke from behind you. "Especially when you're drunk, as you are."

You turned around, fixing your posture as best as you could before realising it was Joel. Your worried expression turned into a tired and angry one when you saw him: "What're you doing here?"

"Lookin' out for you," He replied, stopping before you, keeping a healthy distance so he wouldn't invade your personal space. "Your boyfriend clearly ain't."

"The hell are you talking about?" You groaned in a hostile manner. "I don't need you to look after me..." You gulped and turned around, walking towards your house, which was around the corner: "I don't need you."

"Like hell you don't, y'can barely stand up," Joel growled.

His words angered you because how dare he mock me? Humiliation and ridicule riled you up, therefore you turned around and shoved him away once he was close enough: "Fuck off!"

"Keep your voice down." Joel spoke calmly.

You found yourself obeying almost immediately, the exhaustion mixed with embarrassment made your voice crack when you spoke: "Go away, Joel."

Your anger was superior at that moment, but you still -god fucking dammit- wanted him.

Frustrated, you were absolutely irritated by this man whom you wanted; you wanted to kiss him, wanted him to touch you, grab the undersides of your thighs and press you against the wall as he bit your collarbone... You managed to throw that away- if there was anything to throw away in the first place. Hours ago, when he 'helped' you with your stretches- he also showed up to the dance, even though he had said he wouldn't. He clearly liked you, but didn't he want you?

Why didn't he want you?

"Stop bein' stubborn and let me walk you home-"

"I'm not being stubborn, I just don't want you to... to..."

"To what?" He took a few steps in your direction, slowly. In truth, you didn't want him to see you in your current state. You were a mess, not your usual self and it made you want to get swallowed by the ground. "What, (Y/N)?" His voice softened and quietened as he used the side of his pointing finger to gently push your chin up so he could look into your eyes. "Say it."

Your eyes- glowing, beautiful eyes stared into his own. For a moment, you almost leaned into the small touch, but instead you pushed his hand away reluctantly: "Fine. Once I'm inside, you leave."

Joel agreed and watched you lead the way to your house. You ran a hand through your hair and huffed, slowly starting to lose your nerve in the meantime.

He was right with almost everything he said and had to say: You were struggling to stand up, had a killer headache with the urge to empty the contents of your stomach. The bathroom floor seemed like the ideal place to pass out on, the cold tiles would help you with the hot night air of Jackson-

You found yourself on your doorstep, reaching for the key to your house in the pocket of your skirt. Deep in thought and not all too displeased by his existence behind you, you almost forgot Joel was there. Trying to mask the sounds of your failed attempts at fitting the key into the hole, you spoke: "I'm here, safe n' sound. You can leave now."

Instead of replying, he walked up and lightly pressed himself against you when he took your key holding hand in his, gently squeezed it and helped you push it into the hole. Your breath hitched at the touch, heat gathering at your cheeks as he slowly twisted the key for you (you had lost function when you realised just how close he was). His chest easily covered your back, his scent somewhat invaded your senses and made you lean back before he opened the door. Your gaze lowered to the floor once he pushed it open and realised you had to reach the bathroom as soon as possible.

----B

Snapping back to reality, you marched to the bathroom in a few quick steps, Joel following suit. He closed the door behind him and once he reached to the bathroom door, just in time, he saw you drop to your knees in front of the toilet. Instinct taking over, he immediately walked behind you and collected your hair from in front of your face, then gently pulled them into a ponytail in one hand.

Fuck.

The nausea suddenly disappeared and got replaced, once more, with need when you realised what he had done. Your heavy breathing started to slow down as you two stood like that for a torturous minute.

"You okay?" Joel hesitantly asked, trying to catch a glimpse of your face. You silently nodded, trembling hands gripping the toilet seat harder, then finally pushed yourself up and Joel stepped back, keeping a hand hovering by your waist in case you fell.

Without saying anything, you washed your hands and splashed some water on your face, rubbing it as a means to sober yourself. Once you were done, you spread your arms to the sides and placed them on the edges of the sink, leaning down. You felt too awkward to look him in the eye, so, while burning a hole into the sink with your stare, you asked: "What are you doing here, Joel?" He was caught off guard. Before he had a chance to reply, you added: "What- I mean, you're getting off to seeing me all... miserable and- and humiliated? Is that it?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" He crossed his arms.

"You've mocked me quite enough, sir," You hissed, faking a different accent and pushed yourself off the sink. Joel took a step back outside to the hall when you walked towards him. "First you reject me, then call me drunk and then-"

"Please, look me in the eye and tell me you aren't drunk right now."

"Well, I'm not," You dropped your hands in defeat and let them slap against the sides of your thighs. "Not enough to not see what I want."

Joel's heart started racing at your words. He gave you an indecisive look, along with shock, lust and a side of shame: "I..."

"Why don't you want me?" You whispered, leaning against the wall behind you. Your expression simply laid between fatigued and trying-not-to-cry. Joel, on the other hand, was shocked. He had no idea about what he should say or do, so he gave himself a moment to recollect.

"Aren't you- I dunno, datin' someone?" He tried.

"What do you think?" You asked, as if you couldn't have been more obvious.

"Wouldn't you..." He tried again. "Shouldn't you be with someone your age?"

"Should?" You repeated, frowning, but you weren't angry.

"You didn't seem to have a problem with kissin' Jesse in there," He took a step towards you. "You should-"

"What the fuck do you know about what I should or shouldn't do?" You groaned. "Are you jealous? Is that it?"

"Oh, for god's sake," He turned his head away in frustration before looking back at you. His expression and voice softened: "You're so young, (Y/N)..."

"So? I know what I want." You stated and crossed your arms. You're so young and beautiful with your 30s ahead of you and you shouldn't waste your time on someone old like me. He was standing an arm away from you when you spoke again: "I know what you want, too. If only you'd stop making excuses."

"Why don't we let this go, hm? What do you want from me?" He lowered his voice, now deep and husky.

You stared into his eyes for awhile, then fixed your posture and straightened up, still leaning against the wall. Determined, you spoke: "You either leave me alone- walk out of that door and I'll be out of your hair forever."

Joel hated the idea as soon as he heard it, so he impatiently grunted: "Or?"

Your eyes flickered down to his lips for a solid second, then went back up to his eyes. "Stay. And kiss me."

There it was. The moment of truth.

Joel knew you wouldn't be so insistent if you didn't know he wanted you as much as you did him. He also knew that you had him where you wanted and that you'd also keep your promise about staying out of his hair- he didn't want you to, though. He'd hate himself if he broke your heart and even more so if he walked out of that door. So, with one last hesitation, his self control slowly disappearing, he asked: "Where does Jesse stand in all this?"

Yes, your mind screamed. He's going to stay.

"He's just a friend. He kissed me on my cheek, I don't understand why you're-"

"Cheek?" He asked abruptly, brows raising and eyes widening in unison. In his defense, from the angle he was sitting, plus the whiskey he'd been drinking, he was pretty sure Jesse had kissed you on the lips. The way he'd grabbed your cheek and the look of worry after you left hadn't helped either.

You chuckled: "Just admit you were jealous."

He didn't say a word, instead he just stared into your puffy eyes for a moment too long, then closed the space between your bodies. Before he knew it, he grabbed you by the hips and, finally, pressed his lips onto yours.

It was a little embarrassing, just how quick you were to gasp and moan into his mouth. He then pulled back, placed a hand on the side of your neck gently and pushed your head up with his thumb on your chin, wrecking you with one move. He looked into your eyes, then growled: "You've been drivin' me up the wall, y'know that? This morning, then at the dance..." He sighed, looked down and when he looked back up, he said: "I won't be gentle."

Was it that obvious that you wanted to be totally ruined by him?

You never looked anywhere else other than his eyes, too afraid that if you did, he'd disappear. So when he spoke, the words sending a thrill down your spine, you whispered back: "No one's asking you to."

If your legs were keeping you up to some level, they sure as shit weren't going to do that anymore because of the roughness of the kiss. It had a side of gentleness and professionalism to it too- had he kissed or made out with someone recently? Or even for once ever since he arrived in Jackson? He must've had, he was just so attractive and must've pulled someone into his web like he did with you. It wasn't his fault, really, but he contributed.

His tongue parted your lips and you let him explore your mouth, whining and moaning as quietly as possible. God, you thought, this must be heaven. The way he easily dominated you and made you weak in the knees probably made someone as confident as you look really pathetic, but you couldn't care less. He made you a dripping mess and him only, the rest wasn't important.

While his left hand was on your waist, the hand resting on the side of your throat wasn't squeezing but you wouldn't mind if he added a little pressure. The heavy breathing, your occasional whimpers and the promise of a rough treatment made your pussy ache with excitement - you could tell, by the hardness against your core and inner thigh, he was about the same.

For someone who practically sealed a deal to fuck you until you couldn't walk for the entirety of next week, he was still holding back. As much as it warmed your heart, it was your cunt that demanded attention at that moment: You decided to bite on his bottom lip; he pulled back with a groan, surprised and his hand flexed around your neck. Bingo.

The space between your faces wasn't even a span away, but he took his time to stare at you as you grabbed his right hand and moved it onto your throat slowly. Joel's breathing faltered at the sight: You, lips swollen, eyes a little puffy and your hand on his larger one around your throat with the most devilish smile across your pretty face. If it was even possible, Joel dived back into your lips with more roughness.

You started tugging at his belt as he devoured you, pressing his whole body against yours, making you overheat and feel dizzy. The sounds you were making seemed to turn him on more, his aggressiveness and movement speed increased whenever he felt your throat twitch under his palm.

To your disappointment, he let his hands go to aid you with his belt, but his lips stayed on yours. As soon as his belt hit the floor, however, he took his shirt off. He didn't even bother with opening the buttons and threw it over his head, tossing it to the floor. You gulped at how well built his body was, a few scars here and there and a decent amount of chest hair that followed a trail down his jeans.

Before you could faint at the sight, he immediately went back to kissing you; this time he moved to your cheek briefly and settled on your neck. A gasp left your lips involuntarily when he hit jackpot, sucking a hickey on your soft spot.

"Joel!" You hissed, or moaned, didn't matter- you pulled on his hair and stopped him. "No marks."

"Why not?"

Fuckingshitfuckfuckingdammit-

His tone was so seductive, so inviting that you couldn't fight him. The only reason you didn't want marks was simply because it was summer and you couldn't wear the layers of clothes and neckwear you wore in winter - it sure as shit was going to get questioned a lot and rumours spread around Jackson quicker than wildfire.

He didn't wait for your response of course and sunk his teeth into the crook of your neck, making you let out a rather pornographic moan. His naked body was on fire under your fingers, nails embedded themselves into his upper back when he sucked and licked on the spot he bit.

You wanted to scream out, tell him to bite you again, mark you everywhere and claim you as his, but as expected, you were too overwhelmed to utter a single word.

Joel then grabbed your thighs and pushed you up when you jumped. He trapped you between his hot body and cool wall, both sensations sent your body into a frenetic struggle, his soft lips nipping at your collarbones and large hands groping the backs of your thighs. You let go of him in order to remove your t-shirt with urgency, revealing your bra to him. He was quick to attack the tops of your breasts, sucking and biting there too. The bites weren't rough like he was trying to tear into your flesh, but there was just enough pressure to paint the skin purple.

You loved every fucking second.

"Fuck," You sighed, running your hands through his gray locks as he pulled your nipple out of the cup of the bra. "Oh..." The wetness of his tongue against your nipple made your brain short-circuit. "Oh, Joel-"

He grunted when you said his name, his cock pressing against your heat: "Yeah? You like this?"

"Fuck, so good-" You choked out when he spoke, nails digging at his shoulder and the back of his neck, making you squirm in his grip. After a moment, your other nipple was seen to the same treatment. You couldn't wait to see the rounds of teeth marks and bruises on yourself when you woke up in the morning.

Before he could do anything further, you tapped his shoulder and removed yourself from his hold, stepping on the ground with unstable legs- you immediately dropped onto your knees. The sight made Joel produce a sound between a grunt and a moan, his hand going to rest along the side of your face. He wanted to tell you that you didn't have to, but the way you eagerly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants kept him quiet.

You pulled his pants down, only to reveal his rather big erection straining against his boxers. The scene made you sigh, then look up when you grabbed him through his underwear; he leaned forward, pushing your back against the wall once more. He then pulled your hair oh so slowly into a ponytail and gathered it in one hand, then tugged your head back: "Don't tease me, girl."

If it weren't for your urgency to put him in your mouth, you would continue to tease him; his voice was dangerously low, threatening even, you wanted to see the outcome, but not today. You never broke eye contact when you smirked and pulled his boxers down, but you had to when his cock stood tall and proud inches away from your face.

You stared, eyes widening and mouth falling open (and quite possibly drooling at how big he was), Joel tsked at your expression: "Look at you, so eager for me."

You simply nodded, before licking the tip of his cock experimentally. He was, unsurprisingly, warm. His right hand clenched around your hair as he leaned the other against the wall. After running your tongue over his slit you finally took him in your mouth. A rough grunt vibrated in his chest and he threw his head back when you looked up, making you moan around him.

It was a struggle to fit all of him in your mouth, you saw it coming, but you forced your throat to relax so he could finally fuck it without further ado. After pulling back for a moment and taking a deep breath while working your hand on his length to cover for the loss of your mouth, you took him back in.

He hit the back of your throat, making you gag and instinctively pull back, but the hand on the back of your head stopped you and you moaned.

"Fuck-" Joel groaned and placed his other hand through your hair. He was slowly giving himself to the pleasure. You grabbed the sides of his thighs and braced yourself, letting him know that he can do whatever he wanted to. Thus, he started thrusting his hips with a slow but harsh pace. You did your best to relax your throat more and went as far as to brush your fingertips against his balls.

"Shit, (Y/N)," He hissed and picked up pace, the roughness easing up a bit. "That mouth- Gonna fuckin' ruin me-"

It was satisfying to know how much power you held over Joel Miller, but it was only a matter of time that he found out just how much power he held over you.

He pushed your head against the wall, anchoring you in place and gave you a moment to breathe, before searching your eyes for permission to absolutely ruin, or rather, destroy you - you just wanted him to fuck your mouth until you couldn't take it anymore (you were also sure that, even if it got to the point, you'd still beg for his cock down your throat).

He firmly pressed his hands to the back of your head to keep your head from hitting the wall and began thrusting his hips again. You had nowhere to run, he literally had you trapped and it turned you on so much.

His pace became rougher overtime and he began making you gag with each hit to the back of your throat. The noises were bringing him closer to climax and you were more than ready to have him spill his seed down your throat, but he seemed to have another idea.

A growl, gruttal, erupted from his throat and he pulled back at the same time. You panted, a thin line of saliva connected his cock to your lips and tears were gathered at the corners of your eyes, not to mention your throbbing pussy.

He groaned and held your chin in his palm, looking down at you while he breathed heavily. "So pretty down on your knees for me..."

You moaned when he leaned down to kiss you, not even thinking about the usual ew you just had my dick in your mouth I'm not gonna kiss you.

You sighed - What a man.

He was no boy, oh no. Joel was a man: Older, more experienced and was about to prove how he wasn't after just his own pleasure, that he also knew how to please his partner. He was also going to show how much your pleasure mattered to him and how much it turned him on to see you lose yourself in the euphoria.

He pulled his boxers up but stepped out of his pants which were pooled around his ankles, leaving his shoes with the bunch, then helped you up as he tasted himself on your tongue. He lifted you up again, making you wrap your legs around his waist while he carried you over to the table in your room. He carefully placed you on the hard, wooden surface and proceeded to take off your bra; you kissed his neck lightly as he did, which made him sigh into your hair. You then sucked a hickey right above his collarbone, which made him, quite literally, rip your bra off. You snickered at his reaction, taken aback by how harshly he threw your bra across the room. The gesture seemed to have awoken something primal within him: "What? You want another bite, sugar?"

You nodded, pushing your legs apart instinctively, your skirt doing a sinful job at covering you. He looked down to where you were inviting him, then looked back at you. Smirking, he lowered himself onto his knees: "I'm afraid I'll have to tend to the rest of your body another time, sweetheart."

You blinked and stared at him as he gently put your legs over his shoulders: "Another time?"

"Wouldn't you wanna... do this again?" He asked a little hesitantly.

"I..." Your dumbfounded expression stretched to an excited one, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I'd love nothing more."

Joel smiled back, then turned his head to place a kiss on the inside of your right thigh after grunting: "Good."

You gasped at how good the scratch of his beard felt against the sensitive skin of your thigh. His kisses were wet and accompanied by occasional sucks here and there, until he bit down at the soft flesh.

"Joel- Ah, fuck," You tugged at his hair, but this time without the intentions of stopping him from marking you. You absolutely adored the way he knew exactly what he was doing and it was perfect.

He then followed the same path on your left thigh: Kisses, sucks and a bite on the exact same spot. You bucked your hips forward with a desperate, pathetic moan.

"What's that? You want somethin'?" Joel looked up into your eyes, slowly sneaking his hands up to entwine them with yours. "Speak up, darlin'."

The pet names were an ache both in your heart and pussy, so you spoke up, barely: "I need you Joel..."

The words made him stand up, your legs still over his broad shoulders. He leaned down, made your legs drop onto the crooks of his arms. He held them as he leaned further down until your noses almost touched, your legs and arms wrapping around his body: "Yeah? Tell me what you need baby."

"I need you to-" You stumbled on your words for a moment because, as much as you wanted to experience how it was like to have your pussy eaten by Joel Miller, you also needed his cock inside you - ASAP. "Fuck, Joel, I need your- your mouth-"

He interrupted you with a deep kiss, then pulled back and sat down on his knees once more, pulling your legs over his shoulders. You didn't stop a long and loud whine from leaving your throat when he pushed your panties aside and licked all the way from the source of your juices up to your clit. His hands had a hard grip around your hips, hopefully hard enough to leave marks.

"Joel..." You threw your head back lazily as he lapped at your juices. You put one hand on the back of his head while the other supported you to stand straight on the desk, your legs squeezing around his head lightly. It was the breaking point for you when he pushed your legs apart and pulled back, his beard glistening.

"Be a good girl and keep them pretty legs open for me."

Your jaw hit the ground, hard, and you felt your soul leaving your body right before he dived back into your folds. A silent scream hung on the edge of your mouth when he sucked your clit, the sticky noises making your legs tremble uncontrollably. You had a particularly hard time keeping your legs open, so when they closed around his head again, Joel swatted your inner thigh, making you jump up with a gasp.

He looked into your eyes, pulled back and spoke once more: "What did I just say?" You immediately opened up for him, spreading your thighs as far as you could, almost at a 150° angle. That didn't seem to be enough for him, however, so he grabbed your ankles and pulled you towards him until you were sitting at the edge of the desk: "Don't push it, girl. Repeat it."

"Okay!" You cried out when he bit down on your sensitive skin, harder than before, adding another mark right next to the first one. "I'll keep them open, I'll-"

He experimentally licked at your clit and with all the power and strength you could gather, you kept them open. After a moment, he pulled back, gently kissed the place he bit and said: "Good girl."

You couldn't do this anymore, you were so fucking devestated. It was so incredulous, too overwhelming, that you dropped yourself on your back and cried out. Half of Jackson must've heard that, if not your neighbour next door.

He started to kiss your thighs again, and between the kisses he spoke: "Look at you... So wet for me, so good for me." He sucked another hickey -you'd lost count at this point- closer to your pussy and growled. "You gettin' off to this, hm? Some old man eating your pretty little pussy up?"

He wasn't just some man, though. He was Joel Miller. It was Joel fucking Miller between your thighs, talking dirty to you, setting your cheeks, neck and the rest of your body on fire: "Yes, oh god yes-!"

Joel smirked when he realised he was finally getting to you, but hissed when he shifted and his painfully hard cock protested against his thighs. It was time to speed things up a little, even though he was really enjoying having you squirming under his tongue.

He calculated his next move for a moment, then slowly, pressed a finger inside you. However, he ended up retreating the digit when your legs snapped shut around his shoulders at the feel, and you realised the mistake you made a moment too late. You immediately stood up where you sat and he got up with you, clicking his tongue disapprovingly: "Alright, if you're not gonna be good and listen to me..."

He suddenly pulled you off the desk, carried you bridal style and climbed onto the bed with you in his arms. It all happened so fast you couldn't even process how you were suddenly sitting on the bed between Joel's legs. He settled down and leaned his back against the headboard, then pulled you flush into his chest: "Open up."

You did as he asked and as soon as you parted your legs, he planted his feet next to the insides of your calves, so that you couldn't close them. Your head dropped against his right shoulder and he was quick to pepper your neck with kisses again. His right hand sneaked down to your panties while his other hand kneaded your breast. You whined, eyes closed: "Joel..."

"That feel good, baby?" He whispered against the shell of your ear, then lightly nibbled on it.

"Yes, yes-" You spoke, feverish, then interrupted yourself with a moan once he inserted a finger inside you. You tried to move, but he immediately wrapped his hand around your throat and inserted a second finger.

"Oh no," He snickered, placing a mocking kiss on your cheek. "You don't get to have whatever you want, not after that show you pulled off." You wanted to respond, but his erection digging at your lower back and the fast come hither motions inside you making your legs tremble gave you a hard time multitasking. "You don't get to be all cute to me- then go kiss other boys. Oh, no you don't..."

You were overheating, malfunctioning and feeling dizzy, the familiar white hot pleasure tingling around the corner. You couldn't move- you could only sink your nails into the sides of his thighs as he fucked you with his thick fingers - two buried, pumping deep inside you and five of them around your throat did indescribable things to you.

"Where'd all that confidence go, huh?" He chuckled after he suddenly pulled out and you cried out, not speaking but physically begging to have him inside you. "You pissed me off a lot, you know- Fuck, n' I'm still givin' you what you ask for. You see what you do to me, sweetie?"

You nodded, a phantom of the word yes left your lips, then suddenly you pushed yourself impossibly closer to him when he re-entered with three fingers, stretching you so fucking good: "Oh Joel, please~"

He listened to you say his name over and over like a silent prayer as his fingers produced incredible pleasure and noises from between your legs. Each thrust of his fingers equaled a high-pitched gasp- he kept at it for another moment, bringing you closer and closer to your climax, then pulled out and unexpectedly squeezed the hand around your throat: "You think you deserve this, huh? After everything you did- Think you earned it?"

"N-No," You replied hesitantly, thrusting your hips forward as you did, which earned you a smack across your oversensitive thigh. "Fuck-!"

"Tsk," He shifted his hand upwards, turning your jaw more to the left so he could pepper your jaw with ghostly kisses. "I'm spoilin' you... Don't even know your place-"

"No, I do-" You switched tactics and tried begging verbally, but it earned you another smack, this time right on your pussy, which made you jump.

He cooed, rubbing your clit: "Who does this belong to, then?"

"You- To you," You gulped, breath hitching at the sensation, your bare shoulders tensing against his chest.

He smacked your pussy again, then asked: "Couldn't hear you, darlin'." As soon as you moaned another series of yous, he kissed your neck affectionately, then whispered: "Atta girl."

He took his time while he coaxed your orgasm out of you. A soft yet effective press of the pads of his fingers against your nerves and, with a series of profanities spilling from your mouth with moans, you came undone- saw the stars when he helped you through your orgasm and overstimulated you afterwards.

Boneless was one word to describe your state, melted was another. You were practically both, you couldn't even lift a finger when he removed himself from behind you and laid you down on the bed. The both of you were covered in sweat and panting, you almost missed the adoration in Joel's eyes when he brushed some hair away from your face. Your legs were still trembling, hickeys were showing their colours on your skin and he couldn't help but place the most gentle kiss on your lips, then replaced his mouth with his sticky fingers. He stood on his knees between your legs and extended his arm to your face: "Suck." You obeyed immediately, taking at first two, then three fingers into your mouth. You sucked and licked them, making Joel hiss: "We're not done yet."

"Good," You sighed, leaving his fingers with a wet sound and smirking at him wickedly. You wanted him to unload on you, punish you for misbehaving.

"You're a naughty girl, ain't ya?" He growled, snickering down at you as he removed your panties and threw them... somewhere. You nodded, regaining your energy, that bratty smile driving him crazy. "Get up. On all fours."

"And... What if I don't?" You smiled innocently at him, dragging your foot up the insides of his thighs. Clearly, your confidence started sprouting again and that needed to be taken care of. He stared into your eyes all the while, then hissed when your foot pressed against his clothed crotch.

Without saying another word, he suddenly grabbed your ankles, yanked you towards him and turned you around in a single second, making you yelp. He pressed his body on yours, putting his forearms next to your head and leaned in to your ear: "Oh, that's not how it works, princess." He placed a kiss behind your ear and pulled you up by your hips, pressing on the back of your neck so you stayed down while he raised your ass up, arching your back. Your skirt, once more, sinfully and barely covered your ass and Joel moaned at the sight, then yanked his underwear down, a hand ghosting over your ass: "I'm gonna make sure," He grunted as he pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, then traced it up and down, coating it with your juices. "That you forget your name after we're done." He started to push in, slowly as he didn't want to cause you any discomfort. "But you'll still remember who you belong to."

"Ah~" You moaned, grabbing his hips as he pushed in. The promise of having your insides rearranged sounded too good to be true, but there you were, Joel's cock inside you and making you lose your mind. He stopped when he finally had his cock completely buried in you. "You're so- So, oh- So big-"

"Hm? Does it feel good?" His voice strained as he did his best to wait for you to adjust.

"So good, Joel- Feels so fucking good," You were practically crying at that point, without tears that was. You noticed how his behaviour changed when you responded to him, when you behaved like his good girl.

"Yeah?" He began moving very slowly, eyes closed, struggling to keep his posture. "Good-" He groaned, then removed your hands from his thighs and brought them together behind your back. He took your wrists in one hand, pressed them against your waist and started fucking you. His hips snapped against your ass and the backs of your thighs, the noises that came out as a result were absolutely amazing.

His thrusts were precise: For someone who had a hard time controlling himself, he had incredible control over his body while he fucked you into the mattress, setting fire to your insides once more.

It wasn't long before he brought you to the edge again, bringing down a few smacks down your ass here and there, making you gasp and push your hips down on his cock. However, the start of your unravelling was triggered when he grabbed a fistful of your hair. He didn't yank on it, but he held your head off the pillows and made you cry out: "Fuck!"

"You like this, sweetheart?" He growled when you clenched around him. "So tight- Goddamn-"

You wish you could say you were embarrassed when you let out another high-pitched moan- a sound you didn't know you were capable of making. Suddenly he turned you around and pushed you on your back, grabbed your thighs, hooked them over his own, then sunk into you again. He didn't move, though, which made you look up with a devastated expression, only to find him snickering at you: "Look at you..."

You sighed, pushing yourself up and down, telling him to start moving, but a hand around your throat had you paralysed on spot: "So pretty with my cock in your tight little cunt." You moaned and gripped his biceps which looked delicious under the moonlight: "You want me to fuck you, huh baby?"

"Yes, yes Joel-" You nodded furiously, thighs trembling around his waist. He started rocking into you again, making you look into his eyes as he did.

"You wanna know what it feels like when a man makes you cum?" He gritted his teeth and picked up pace, going deeper.

"Yes!" Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes, your juices leaking out of your pussy. "Please fuck me Joel-!"

You couldn't tell if it was a moan or a shout that came out of Joel's mouth (as well as yours), but it clearly had magical effects as you felt a second wave of orgasm wash over you. His hand around your throat joined the other on your hips, with a bruising grip that you already came to love.

He suddenly pulled out and a second later, had his seed spilling on your abdomen. He clearly waited for you to finish first, which made your heart do a few flips. He slowly lowered himself on top of you as he panted, a hand resting on the side of your head, caressing it gently. Your hand instinctively went through his hair and held him there, too shocked to actually say anything, legs trembling occasionally.

"Shit..." He finally sighed and dragged his head off your chest and looked into your eyes. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

It took you second to process what he asked. You blinked and nodded, eyes glowing and beaming at him: "I'm okay- No, you didn't hurt me, I'm fine. I really..."

"What?" He offered a small smile and moved his hand onto your cheek, noticing how you were suddenly shying away. "You liked it?"

You nodded once more, smile turning mischievous: "I did." You then slowly pushed on his chest: "Very much..." His heart started beating faster the second his back met the mattress and you straddled his hips. The short amount of time it took your insides to start coiling with desire again excited you. Joel was about the same- A simple motion such as getting on top of him, rubbing your wetness on his skin almost immediately had his softening member fully hard again. "We're not done yet, are we?"

There wasn't any indication that you were taking over as far as Joel could tell, but after what you both did, you were full of surprises in his eyes: "No, we're not sweetheart." You flashed your teeth at him before taking him in hand and pumping him a few times, feeling him grow larger in your palm. He growled and grabbed your hips, then slammed you down on his cock, making you moan loudly: "Oh, we're not done, alright."

You put your hands on his chest to get some sort of support, but didn't move, expecting him to start thrusting up into you. He didn't, though, so you gave him a quizzical look. Before you could ask what was wrong, his hands slowly began moving down your thighs.

"Go on," He groaned. "Show me what you got."

Your brain, once again, short-circuited but Joel made sure to snap you back to reality- literally. He snapped his hips up and the force made you let out a short squeal, immediately putting you to work.

The moment you started rocking your hips back and forth, the grip he had on your thighs tightened. You purposefully put your arms closer together so that your breasts pressed against one another, and the noises you made with your skirt still around your waist - the sight made him throw his head back on the pillows and had a moan escaping his throat. You started moving faster, which made him hold your waist with one hand and smack your ass with the other, making you jump forwards.

"Such a good girl," He praised. "Fucking yourself on my cock like this-"

The dirty talk shot right through to your clit and your movements faltered, your thighs squeezing around his hips. Something feral and raw poked its head out from its hiding spot, hidden amongst your fantasies, so you picked up pace but not without grabbing his wrists and slamming them above his head, keeping them there as you rode him.

Joel was, once again, surprised at the sudden move, but he allowed you to chase your pleasure for a while. He closed his eyes and focused entirely on the motion of your hips and the tightness of your cunt.

It felt so good.

To finally have you for himself- it still came with a side of guilt, but he simply couldn't bring himself to care. You wanted this, you needed him and you told him, this wasn't some stupid dream or his late night thoughts: This was quite real.

Not for too long, though. He was almost lost in the pleasure when he noticed your hand going down to your clit.

Your cries came to an abrupt halt when he suddenly wriggled his hands out of your grasp and had one wrapped around your throat, the other holding the hand on your clit behind your back. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly: "So eager to cum, are you? To fuck me over, huh?"

"Yes," You moaned, even though you weren't sure what he truly meant by fucking him over. "Only you- Only for you-"

The words made Joel's hips thrust up, touching a new spot deep within you, then set a brutal pace. You could only hold onto his forearm below your throat as he fucked you and stimulated that spot.

"Who does this belong to?" He asked, pressing a thumb right onto your clit, bringing you to the very edge.

"You, Joel," Your now free hand pressed on his thumb to move it, but he was quick to swat your hand away.

"Who do you belong to?" He growled and lowered you closer to him.

"You- I belong to you," You whispered, tears rolling down your cheeks. "Please, l-let me cum..."

"Such a good girl, ain't you?" He kissed your cheek and picked up the brutal pace as if he hadn't stopped in the first place. You couldn't take it anymore, so you let go.

No one had made you come like Joel Miller did, thrice in the same night.

With a final gruttal groan, he thrusted his cock deep inside you and spilled his seed, the exhaustion and the feeling knocking you on your face on his chest. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, thrusted a few more times and went incredibly still, save for the panting.

"That was... so fucking good..." You breathed and made Joel's chest tremble with a brief laugh.

"Oh sugar," He placed an affectionate kiss on your forehead. "You're gonna be the death of me."

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The Splendor of These Exploding Skies (Yet All I See Is You)

Chuck Grant x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, drug use to combat PTSD (also y’all’re in California and weed just happens sometimes I’m sorry but it’s very true), light angst, light jealousy, fluff bc I’M FEELING LONELY AND COULD USE SOME CUDDLES, fireworks (both literal and metaphorical).

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Even after knowing and loving you for almost half a decade at this point, Chuck Grant still found himself in awe of how beautiful you were.

Despite the fact that for the first year at Toccoa the two of you hadn’t been able to stand being in each other’s presence for more than five minutes at a time- he still was able to acknowledge how attractive he found you. If anything, that awareness only added to his resentment of you and anything to do with you. 

You were too easy on the eyes to be as annoying as he found you. It just wasn’t fair.

In hindsight, he’d made a complete ass of himself during your first interaction- he’d been too drunk and too confident in his abilities to sweet talk women and too hyped up from his friend’s encouragement when he’d decided to make a move on you. Chuck couldn’t remember exactly what he’d said, but what he did remember was putting his hand on your ass and being slapped so hard his ears were left ringing for the next few days.

And, because he was young and cocky, he’d immediately labeled you as a prude and made it his mission to hate your guts. Even though he knew that he was in the wrong. Because that’s just how he was back then.

Had anyone asked Chuck then if he’d one day willingly share a home with you, let alone a bed, he probably would’ve punched them in the mouth. He imagined your response would’ve been similar.

My, how far the two of you had come.

Chuck leaned against the doorframe at the mouth of your bedroom, crossing his arms across his chest and smiling at the sight before him. As much as he knew that you got embarrassed by his open admiration, he still couldn’t find it within himself to curb this bad habit.

The vision of you at ease was a sight to behold- especially after seeing you on edge for years on end.

Right now, you were sprawled on top of the bed the two of you had bought a month ago, dressed in one of your old stretched-out t-shirts and thick-knit socks and a pair of black underpants that showed the cute divet where your buttcheek met your thigh (a part of you that you also scolded him for paying so much attention to). The window towards the foot of the bed was open and the cool air from the ocean delicately tossed the finer strands of your hair around your head, the lights of the city at night making each hair glow like some radiant halo.

All of the lights in the bedroom were off, the skyline illuminating the room in a warm blue cast that never failed to make him feel at ease. Your head was propped up on your hand as you gracefully brought your joint to your lips and took a deep drag, tapping the train of ash onto the clay plate you’d made at a pottery class sometime before the war. Purple grey smoke slipped through your parted lips attractively, and Cuck felt his chest ache at the knowledge that only he got to see you like this.

“Are you going to stand there like a creep all night, silly boy?”

When Chuck refocuses, he realizes that you can see his silhouette reflected in the window’s glass, and he can hear the teasing smile in your voice. Stubbing out the smoldering joint onto the plate, he watches you press yourself up onto your elbow and turn to look over your shoulder at him.

He bites back a smile of his own as he hits the light switch in the hallway so the room is entirely dark, closing the door softly behind him as he starts to toe off his shoes.

“Sorry, Dollface,” he says in faux seriousness, using the terrible pet name he’d called you the first night he’d met you. “Got distracted by the view…”

You snort a laugh at that, turning back to look out the window and shaking your head.

“Careful, buddy- my boyfriend’s got a mean right hook.”

He rolls his eyes despite the fact that he knows you can’t see it, stripping down to his shirt and boxers and coming to join you.

“I don’t know,” he grumbles. “I’ve heard you’ve got a nasty backhand as well.”

Using his hands to map out where your legs are, he carefully fits himself behind you like a familiar and comforting puzzle piece. While the side effects of his head injury were relatively minor compared to the severity of the wound, he still wasn’t always able to trust his eyes when it came to their depth perception. You didn’t seem to mind his way of accommodating this certain handicap. 

You weren’t shy to admit how much you liked his hands on you.

With the sort of ease that only comes from years of routine, you turn your head at just the right time for him to pluck a kiss from your lips, the taste of chocolate and cannabis on your lips. Chuck lets his legs tangle with yours as he rests on his elbow beside you, bringing his other hand up to cup the back of your head and keep your lips on his for a few moments longer. When you hum happily, he can’t help but smile.

He knows that today is difficult for you- the noise and the bright light and the cool bay breeze bringing back memories of foxholes and biting frost and heartbreaking exhaustion. You didn’t smoke weed often, even less now that you’d been out of the military for a few years, so he knew that when you did that you just wanted to not remember for a little while.

You wanted to forget the bad and go back to the days when these festivities brought you joy and wonder. Chuck got that. The desire to shut it all off and just live was too familiar to him.

And if you were willing to be there for him, he’d be damned if he didn’t do the same for you.

Pulling back, he lightly presses his fingers to the base of your skull, chuckling warmly when you nearly moan in relief.

“Hey there.”

You slowly open your eyes at his greeting, gaze open and slightly lethargic.

“Hey yourself,” you say with a sigh. “I missed you today.”

Chuck knew what you meant. After living together day in and day out for so long, coming home and establishing lives and routines of your own had initially been difficult. He’d felt bad about leaving you this morning, knowing how difficult this day in particular was for you.

“Such a sap.”

Your easy expression twists into a comical scowl, your eyes rolling as you turn back to the window and make a sound of annoyance.

“Of all the idiots who propositioned me, I had to go and pick the most obnoxious—”

Chuck freezes at that, furrowing his brow in surprise and using the hand on the back of your head to gently fist a handful of your hair and turn you back to face him. 

‘I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

Your eyes scan his face before a slow smile breaks across your lips, clicking your tongue admonishingly at whatever it was that you saw.

“Charles Grant, as I live and breathe,” your voice has taken on a wicked quality, one that he both loves and hates at the same time. “Is that jealousy I detect?”

He frowns at that, hating how well you can read him- even in your slightly intoxicated state.

When he doesn’t reply right away, you purposefully lift your backside and press it against his stirring cock. God, you knew how to irritate him- you could be such a brat sometimes.

Luckily, he had learned long ago the most effective way of curbing your obnoxious provocations. 

Tightening his grip on your hair infinitesimally, you let him crane your head back and hiss quietly at the sweet sting of it.

“Y/N, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you were trying to make me jealous.”

You smirk, wetting your lips before rolling your hips against him once again.

“Me? I’m just being honest- you can’t truly think you were the only one to make a move….shoot your shot, if you will….”

Chuck feels heat curl in his stomach, shaking his head at your insinuation. When he angles your head to bite at the lobe of your ear, you tremble beneath him with excitement- your antagonizing behavior had become a strange turn on somewhere between Alderborne and Normandy.

“Who?” 

You said nothing, your breath hitching in your throat as you feel the press of him against your backside. You knew how much he hated when you did that- knew how frustrated your silence made him. It’d been your silence that had led him to kiss you for the first time- the arrogant way you’d held your tongue to his baiting teases driving him so crazy he was willing to risk your wrath just to get a response from you.

With an angry sigh, he fixes you with a glare.

 “Fine. Don’t tell me. I know how to get what I want out of that pretty mouth.”

Chuck swears he sees a self-satisfied glint in your eye, but before you can revel in your mirth he pulls away from you and makes you whine.

“Chuck, don’t go—oh!”

The feeling of his hands gripping your ass tears a gasp from your throat, your head bowing into the mattress as he grips your hips and pulls them up so he can reach beneath you and squeeze your sex possessively. As expected, you’re wet and warm for him- a confirmation of your desire for more.

His name sounds sweet on your tongue, your voice muffled in the soft down of the comforter as you arch into his touch. Chuck’s mouth waters at the sight of your shirt’s hem sliding up your spine and revealing the bare skin of your back to him, and he doesn’t hesitate to press hot kisses to the newly revealed skin by your hip bones.

“How about this, Sweetheart?” he asks innocently, using the hand not rubbing at your sex to yank your underwear down your thighs. “I’ll give you a name, and you tell me if they were stupid enough to try something with you, hm?”

 Your groan is unintelligible and unclear but when he looks down the slope of your back he sees you nodding vehemently.

God, you were perfect. 

Using his index and ring finger, he holds open the petals of your sex and begins to play with your clit.

“Luz?”

Even with your face in the blanket, he can make out your scoff of ‘no’. Good. he hadn’t thought so, but it still made him glad to hear it.

“Shifty?”

One of your hands swats at his thigh, and you turn your face so you can make your words clear.

“Charles, you were there when Shifty accidentally saw me changing- what do you think?”

Chuck chuckles at the memory of that- the poor kid had been so embarrassed that he’d nearly run into a wall in his attempt to escape the ‘improper sight’.

When you open your mouth to say something else, CHuck smacks your ass and your words are lost in a yelp of surprise.

“Chuck—”

“Bull?”

“No. Obviously no, geez…”

He goes through the roster of Easy Company, getting the obvious ‘no’s out of the way: Buck, Winters, Sink, Strayer, Sobel, Blithe, Lipton, Speirs, Welsh. With each negative response, he lets you roll yourself against his hand- the sight of you so desperate for him working him up so high that he knew he was going to have to get inside of you soon.

The first ‘yes’ you gave was for Talbert, which earned you a bite on the curve of your buttcheek despite the fact that Chuck had already figured as much. Same went for Christenson- which he’d known already because he and Pat had first bonded over the fact that you’d rejected both of their advances.

Then came the first surprise- Nixon.

“What?! Are you serious? Lewis Nixon?”

“Does that piss you off, Silly Boy?”

Your tone is teasing, but there’s a hint of genuine curiosity in your voice that catches him off guard.

It did, actually- piss him off, that is. Chuck didn’t want to think too hard about why.

Not when this little game of yours just started to get interesting.

With another resounding smack to your backside, Chuck grips himself in his fest and coats his cock with the slick from your sex that had soaked his fingers. The idea of you with someone like Nix simultaneously inspired rage and pride in his chest- anger at the concept of a married man, your SO, looking at you in a way that was less than professional and pride at the fact that you’d still chosen him despite Nix’s advances.

“Chuck,”

When he looks back at you, he sees that you’re looking over your shoulder at him with desperation, your face flushed with arousal and subsequent denial.

“I want you, please don’t make me wait anymore…”

Well, he never had been very good at making you wait. 

The sound you make when he slips inside of you almost has him bursting right then and there- the sound so broken and full of want and lewd promise that it almost hurts him to hold himself back. Your hand has reached up and behind your head to grip his hair, pulling him down and over you in a haunting pantomime of how he’d covered you from enemy fire in the hellish woods outside of Foy.

You’re chanting his name like a prayer, babbling as you slip into a state of carnal bliss. When he kisses you it’s desperate and messy but you are still craning your head back at an angle that must be painful in order to continue it.

All jealousy takes a back seat to the feeling of this- your skin under his hands and your breath on his lips and the squeeze of you around him. It doesn’t matter, none of those other men and their understandable attraction to you matters because you are undeniably his. 

You chose him- you chose him when he was the picture of health and when he was nearly dead on an operating table. You’d held his hand as he healed and you’d taken him as your husband in a shelled out Austrian church with a priest and Ron Speirs and God as your witnesses. 

You were his, and that was all because you wanted to be.

His throat feels tight with emotion as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, resting his forehead between your shoulder blades as you cry for more- taking each rough rut of his hips into yours with a beautiful moan and a challenge for another.

Sex with you was more than a physical release, it’s a renewal of unspoken vows of devotion and dedication despite the knowledge that neither of you had escaped your war unscathed. His promise that he’d be yours each and every night when the horrors of memory plagued your dreams, and your reassurance that you saw him for more than his experiences, his trauma.

It was more than he ever could have hoped for in this life. Pre and post war.

Your chest vibrates beneath his, and when he is finally able to refocus he realizes that you’ve been trying to talk to him.

“Look!”

The fireworks show has begun, the bursts of light looking magical and surreal over the glass surface of the bay. It’s beautiful, and he knows that despite your fear of the sound of explosives you cannot help but find yourself entranced by its splendor as well.

Chuck turns his face so he can see the reflection of your face in the mirror, the fireworks making the drawn pleasure on your face clear and coloring you in its brilliance.

When he makes you come apart beneath him, you’re awash in purple light and infinitely more glorious than the celebration outside. The bite of your nails into the meat of his thigh sends him tumbling into pleasure right behind you, and when he squeezes his eyes shut he feels like a firework himself- hot and infinite and sparkling in the cold air coming through the open window.

Your body is quaking beneath him, the electricity of your orgasm still dancing through you and making you clench around him painfully every so often.

Blind from his own pleasure, Chuck moves his hands up your sides to get a feel for where you are, repositioning his weight so he isn’t crushing you with his boneless body. The boom of the next firework shakes through his chest, and as he feels you coming down he smooths your hair from your face clumsily.

“You married me.” his voice sounds far away, his mind just as lost as he reminds himself of the most important part of his life. “You married me and you make me happier than I can say.”

The feeling of your lips kissing his palm has him opening his hazy eyes to take in your state of disarray. You were looking at him with more love than he had ever thought to wish for, and when you nod it brings tears to his eyes.

“Happy Fourth of July, Chuck Grant.”

Lifting his gaze, he looks back out of the window, where the firework show is coming to an end and soon the two of you will be left with the warm blue light once more.

You were right. This was a happy Fourth of July.

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THIS IS JUST OKAY AND I UNDERSTAND THAT BUT THANK YOU FOR READING IT ANYWAY! 

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can i pls request poly hcs for chuuya/reader/dazai bc i love them very much and also i just wanna date them both. perhaps just like “how they met” + cute relationship hcs if that’s ok!! nsfw is optional! Thank u so much ^^

THIS IS SUCH A GREAT REQUEST! Thank you so much anon! Also since I felt like it would be easier to establish a relationship like that I took the liberty of making the reader a part of the Port Mafia. It just seemed easier then to write reader as a part of the agency,  I hope you enjoy, this was super fun to write!!!! Also I love writing poly relationships so feel free to requests more!

also ofc im writing nsfw it’s a shame that you even considered that i might not lol

Warning: Explicit sinful content at the end

Commissions | Ko-Fi

Your relationship with Chuuya was already well established on the day you met Dazai. Your relationship with Chuuya was of being flirty friends that always came to the edge of being something more. You weren’t going to lie, after working with the red head for so long you had developed a minor crush. 

Meeting Dazai for the first time was one of the most confusing instances that happened to you. First of all, for someone who was imprisoned by the Port Mafia he had quite the mouth on him and second you’ve never witnessed Chuuya act so irrationally annoyed at someone before. At least someone other than you. 

You’ve heard many stories about Dazai Osamu before, especially from Chuuya. You’ve expected the man to, at least, look more threatening. But after the interrogation began you noticed where his true weapon layed, his mind. That same weapon was the reason why you were so mesmerized by him. You could never admit this to Chuuya though. Dazai was the enemy and from the seeming of it, Chuuya absolutely despised him. 

Dazai, noticing your lingering stares and open body language, was quick to engage in conversation. He was much more flirtatious then you anticipated and to be honest, it kind of worked. Blood rushed to your cheeks as you looked the other way. Dazai wasn’t the only one to notice your reaction. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” 

“What?”

Meanwhile Chuuya was the embodiment of mixed emotions. Seeing Dazai after so long made him want to kick his face in to the wall and hug him. He was highly confused about the latter. But his rage grew when Dazai shamelessly flirted with you and that it worked????? he was appalled.

He never acted on it but he kind of figured you had a crush on him but apparently you also are head over heels about Dazai? He took in a deep breath. He might’ve over exaggerate the second part a bit. 

After the encounter, Dazai visited both you and Chuuya frequently and as time passed it was harder and harder to consider Dazai as the enemy. Even Chuuya didn’t seem surprised anymore that the man just showed up in your shared apartment. After a certain hour the two of you grew accustomed to hear a knock at the window. 

The only issue was that Dazai and Chuuya fought all the time. It was tiring for you. Especially when their competitiveness over you grew, you felt like a toy that was trying to be shared among two toddlers. 

The first sudden realization that you might have feelings for the two men you have grown accustomed to is when Chuuya blatantly told you that he wouldn’t mind if you wanted to be with Dazai and that he would understand. You couldn’t be with either of them because you had fallen for them both. 

Chuuya is relieved when you don’t choose. Even if he wanted you happiness he couldn't bare the idea  of losing two people he cared about. He could still argue that he hated Dazai with a fiery passion but he would be fooling no one. 

Dazai is the first one to suggest a poly relationship as the three of you were lounging on the couch. Your head resting on Dazai’s lap as your legs rested on Chuuya’s. With confusion both you and Chuuya stared at him. You’ve heard the term before but you had no idea how it would work. 

When Dazai explained the fundamentals of a poly relationship, you’re relieved. There was nothing wrong with you. You weren’t selfish or insatiable. Dazai’s proposition felt like a blessing and eased your troubled heart. 

Chuuya on the underhand, still felt confused. He felt that trouble and heartbreak was inevitable in such a relationship. Especially because he had convinced himself Dazai was only suggestion such a thing for your sake. It wasn’t hard to see how you felt about the both of them so to him, it seemed like Dazai was just trying to spare your feelings. When your sparkling eyes landed on Chuuya, he felt as if he had to say yes, for your sake at least. 

Dazai eased Chuuya’s mind when he admitted that he cared for the both of you and that he simply didn’t want to choose. He also added that they practically lived together anyway. This was enough to convince Chuuya but due to Dazai being a part of the Armed Detective Agency they had to keep it a secret. Dazai had no problem with this but both you and Chuuya weren’t really known to be good at being secretive. You were just too impulsive. Besides what if they had to attack the agency, what then? 

But then again, none of you wanted to back down, therefore your relationship began. 

General Relationship:

 Dazai is a brat. He wants everything to go according to his plans. The fact that he’s very good at reading the both of you makes it easy for him to get his way. He doesn’t mind playing minor tricks or manipulation tactics to get you and Chuuya to do stuff you don’t originally want to do. It’s exhausting to constantly trying to understand if Dazai was genuine or just wanted you to do something. Chuuya suggested that he should just kick him in the face as a punishment but you preferred to actually communicate. The two of you sit Dazai down and tell him how awful you and Chuuya had been feeling. He’s shocked at first because he had no idea the issue had gotten that big, but he’s quick to apologize. 

You and Chuuya mostly do the cooking. In fact you’re not going to even take credit, Chuuya is the actual one who cooks. You’re usually there more as an assistant. Since Dazai, for the sake of keeping the relationship off grid, comes home late the meals are usually prepared and waiting for him. Also Dazai tried to cook once, the kitchen caught on fire so Chuuya forbade him to cook ever again. 

Dazai tends to tease the both of you a lot. Whenever the mafia and agency clashes in some way, he says the most inappropriate things and it flusters both of you. In fact, you saw the whole agency looking at Dazai with utter confusion and discomfort whenever he opened his mouth near the two of you. Chuuya ended up strangling Dazai when he got home and honestly, you let it go on more than necessary. 

Unfortunately, since the relationship is secret you can’t really go on outside dates. The three of you stay indoors and your dates would usually consists of binging movies or reading books. The three of you decided to go out on full moons only. Chuuya would prepare a basket filled with you and Dazai’s favorites and would go on a moonlit picnic. 

Chuuya is the jealous one. He hates when anyone so much as glances at you or Dazai. Of course, Dazai loves to play it up a bit especially if he KNOWS Chuuya can’t say anything or else he’ll be in trouble. In the end both you and Dazai shower the redhead with extra affection when the three of you are at home or else he’ll be super cranky for a week. 

Dazai and Chuuya are both very open with their affection. They love to shower you with kisses and hugs. Chuuya especially. Since you and Chuuya work together it’s more easy for him to hold you hand or hug you from behind in the day time. Even if he would never admit it Dazai does get jealous because you two get to spend more time together while in the meanwhile he has to jump through hoops to see the two of you. 

Chuuya smokes when he’s stressed and basically WW3 begins in the house. The two of you hate the smell and want him to stop. 

“It’s just one smoke. It’s not like I smoke all the time.” 

“SMOKING KILLS!”

“OH MY GOD IT’S JUST ONE SMOKE, I’M STRESSED!”

“DON’T TRY THAT CRAP ON ME WE WORK AT THE SAME PLACE!” 

“Look you ALWAYS leave an empty carton of milk in the fridge and don’t get me started on Dazai!”

“What do I do?!” 

“IT’S LIKE YOU DON’T EVEN TRY TO AIM WHEN YOU GO TO THE TOILET!”

When the three of you drink, usually wine, you and Dazai’s favorite thing is to get Chuuya drunk. He gets super clingy and affectionate and downright adorable when he’s drunk. Even with Dazai, Chuuya doesn’t hesitate to sit on his lap and give him a sloppy kiss and mumble how much he likes him. Then he starts to cry because he just loves the two of you so much and in the end he ALWAYS falls asleep on either yours or Dazai’s lap. 

The fact that Chuuya and Dazai are absolute troublemakers you worry constantly. Even if you can keep an eye on Chuuya and make him not fight literally everyone that he sees, there’s really no telling what Dazai is up to. It gets to such a point that you end up crying in secret because the constant fear of losing either of them is just too much for you. When the two men learn of this they console you and decide to come up with a system where Dazai notifies them in every three hours by any means necessary. If he can, he also tries to texts more often.   

While you and Chuuya love to cuddle, Dazai isn’t that much of a fan. Despite that he would entertain the two of you by wrapping his long arms and legs around both of you when you go to bed. You would usually be in the middle whilst Chuuya would be the little spoon. On days where Dazai came back especially late, he would find the two of you huddled up together. His heart would melt at the sight and after giving you and Chuuya a peck on the forehead, he would settle in, pulling you both closer to his body.

NSFW:

Chuuya is the most nervous one among the three of you. Considering his former relationship with Dazai it’s hard for him to let himself be so vulnerable in front of the other. Much to Chuuya’s surprise, Dazai is patient with him and doesn’t do anything that might make him uncomfortable, he does love to tease Chuuya though. At this point teasing his loved ones is pretty much Dazai’s drug. As time passes Chuuya starts to trusts Dazai with his body and needs. 

Dazai just screams dominant energy to you and you’re not mistaken. He would make you beg for his cock and tease you until you started to hump the nearest pillow with saliva dribbling down your mouth. He would want a show to say the least. He would tie Chuuya to a chair with his cock out and ready, then he would fuck you right in front of him, teasing Chuuya as he had his way with you. Asking Chuuya if the view was good, if he liked what he was doing to you, if he wanted to join them. He was also a fan of trying new things and toys as long as the two of you were okay with it. 

Chuuya on the other hand was gentle as gentle could be. He would litter your flushed skin with soft kisses and make you feel like a true goddess. He would like to tease you in his own way. Chuuya would have his way with you in a slow and steady pace, sucking, licking and kissing every inch of your body. In the end you would writhe underneath him, begging him to put his cock in you and just fuck you already.  

Seeing the two men for the first time together makes your cunt drip with want immediately. Dazai is quite tender with Chuuya and the way he slowly works him open with his long fingers and then fucks him is a huge turn on for you. The sight of Chuuya being filled with Dazai’s cock to the brim and the sweet noises of his moaning made you lose control. Your body would move on its own as you nestled yourself between Chuuya’s legs and sucked his hard cock. 

When Dazai and Chuuya get together you are pretty much guaranteed to see stars. You love being filled up by both ends and feeling the two men you absolutely adore inside of you. Dazai would fuck you as you sucked on Chuuya’s cock. Both men groaning and moaning as they had their way with you. Being the one who has no self control Chuuya would wrap your hair around his fingers and started to blatantly fuck your mouth. You would the tip of his cock deep in your throat as you swallowed around him. Not liking to be ignored Dazai would snap his hips faster and harder, making you moan around Chuuya’s length. Your inner walls would clench around Dazai’s cock as you came. The two men would follow suit, both of them filling you up with their delicious cum to the brim. 

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[princesircastic-archive]

so remember how I was having a super shitty day? well, here’s why

warning: long rambling post 

last year - August 22nd/23rd, I was in hospital. I was taken to accident & emergency via the advice of the non-emergency phoneline, where I was subsequently left in agony for five hours before I was finally given a competent doctor who knew how to correctly administer painkillers (seriously, the first idiot missed a vein and pumped my soft tissue full of morphine instead. which, by the way, hurt like hell). But I won’t get into that horror show of an experience - just laying the groundwork here. it was discovered that I was suffering from gallstones, which I’d brought up to my doctor a year ago and told it couldn’t possibly be gallstones because I was only 25, despite the fact I made it clear my mother suffered them at the same age. but doctors know your body better than you, obviously, so of course I was an idiot for thinking it. mm. yeah. 

before I was discharged from hospital I was told I’d need surgery to remove the gallbladder to avoid further problems like this, and that I’d hear from the hospital in 4-6 weeks for that surgery.

it was three months before I had to ask my doctor to find out what was happening with it. I’m very much aware that people get bumped down the list because of emergency surgeries, and I’m cool with that - it can’t be helped. which is why I didn’t think twice when I hadn’t heard back in that timeframe, and why I didn’t immediately think anything of it when three months had gone by. it was only early this year that I discovered something had gone wrong.

basically, someone at the hospital fucked up. they were supposed to put me on the waiting list for the surgery and arrange everything, and they didn’t. maybe they got distracted and forgot, maybe they lost my information, who knows what happened exactly - but they fucked up. that is the important thing here. They. Fucked. Up. 

when I finally discover this, I’m sent a letter to put myself on a waiting list to see the consultant surgeon. not for the surgery itself, mind, but to have the same conversation I’ve already had with a surgeon. the waiting list is three months long. I speak to my doctor and she says she’ll write to the hospital to stress the urgency of my case, and to put myself on the waiting list as a back-up. only when we go back to do that, there are now no available spaces left. wonderful.

whilst we’re still working out what to do, I get a letter telling me my clinic appointment at the hospital has been cancelled. what clinic appointment? this was the first I’d heard of it, but apparently I had one on June 12th that no one had bothered to tell me about - and now it was cancelled. okay. sure. at this point I’m thinking maybe they’d put me on the list for an appointment due to my doctor’s letter, and they’re respecting the urgency and bringing my appointment forward, so I await the new letter to tell me when my rebooked appointment is. is it next month? next week? 

no. it’s actually the same date as the cancelled one, only two hours later. what the fuck, right? yeah. I wasn’t pleased. so fast forward to today, June 12th. Ten months since I was admitted for emergency care in the hospital, ten months since I was told I was going to have surgery and I’d hear from them in 4-6 weeks. I spend all of five minutes with the consultant surgeon I’ve had to wait half the year to see, and she tells me I was never put on the waiting list like I should have been, and now that I am going on it, it’s six months long.

Six months. for a surgery I should have had ten months ago. and the only cases she can put as emergency or priority are cancer patients. (whilst I totally respect that, of course, I’m more than a little pissed off at that. I might not have cancer but this was the hospital’s error and not mine and I shouldn’t be punished for it).

I can’t even be put down for any cancellations because I’m a full-time carer and I need a good few weeks’ notice to make necessary arrangements for at home, so I’m stuck at the bottom of a six month waiting list. because they fucked up ten months ago. 

now just in case it isn’t obvious why this is such a problem (beyond the fuck up and having to wait six months), and for anyone who doesn’t understand what gallstones are or what they do, I’ll just explain for you-

ever heard of kidney stones? yes? and how they can be incredibly painful and dangerous? gallstones are very similar. they’re not quite as painful as kidney stones, but they’re not a fucking walk in the park either. I have a naturally high pain tolerance (example: I had major surgery and shocked/confused all the nurses after because they kept offering me pain meds I didn’t need), and I screamed myself hoarse for those five hours until someone gave me morphine correctly because of the agony I was suffering. yeah. it was bad.

what causes gallstones, you might ask? no one really knows yet. they can guess at some triggers, but there’s no definitive cause. gallstones are thought to be caused by an imbalance in the chemical make-up of bile inside the gallbladder. this helps digest fats, for example - which is why one of the suspected triggers for gallstones can be fatty foods. but these vague triggers mean attacks can happen anytime, and anywhere, without warning. I’ve suffered them whilst at conventions in London, which was terrifying in itself, and whilst I was on holiday in Amsterdam. thankfully so far only the one has been serious enough to send me to hospital.

I can do absolutely nothing to stop them

even minor attacks will put me in bed for the entire day, and more serious ones can essentially cripple me for 2-3 days afterward because of the pain and muscle cramping that occurs. you can imagine how this might make life difficult, especially when I’m a carer for a disabled person. my diet is already fairly restricted bc I have several other issues and a lot of foods have negative effects on my health, but now I’ve spent the last ten months in particular constantly worrying if what I’ve eaten is going to trigger an attack. the stress in itself is having lasting negative effects on my health. I haven’t been right since before August last year. it’s even given me some serious body issues that I can’t shake off (and have resulted in me hating 99% of cosplay photos taken of me for various reasons).

I don’t have the money to go private. I have to rely on the free healthcare that is already struggling because our government are complete fuck-ups and liars. I’m aware that because of this, even though I’m on the list, it could be a year before I get my surgery because there are always emergencies or patients who are deemed more urgent than me. I know how hospitals work. I know the shit decisions that have to be made by the people in charge of surgical admissions. I have to live another 6-12 months under this constant fear and anxiety, all because the hospital fucked up.

I’m writing to a service that helps and advises patients to see if I can get something sorted, but I’m not hopeful - and once I’ve had the surgery, my mother has assured me she’s going to make a formal complaint. I doubt it’ll amount to anything, but by now it’s the principle of the matter. 

and then some idiot tried to run me over and had the audacity to imply I was at fault for it. it’s okay. I told him to go fuck himself.

#ooc: out of charm #;Mun's rants #( this covers a medical issue so sort of tw for that ? just in case ) #( added to all of this is the fact I was exhausted bc of the brat next door #and allergy season is kicking my ass so much that I'm sneezing so often and so violently that my nose keeps bleeding ) #( I'm just. today has not been a good day. at all. )

[heartbreakdolan]

Quickie (G.D.)

original a/n from June: Hi hello yes so I know Coachella was like two months ago, but I promised I would write one for Gray too, and I realised I’ve written way more Ethan smut than Gray smut, and inspiration struck this morning so here we are updated a/n: Yeah... so it’s September now (and almost the end). It’s been a while since I wrote anything, so here’s this. It’s not super graphic, bc I’m not that good at writing stuff like that lol. Thank you for being so incredibly patient with me. Love you guys x 

Summary: the heat and fun of the festival leads to mutual frustration, and ultimately car smut with Grayson 

You let out a heavy sigh as you waited for Ethan and some other friends to return with food and water, lifting your hair off the back of your neck as you leaned into Grayson’s side. His hand instinctively slid around your body to rest on your hip. “You good?”

You turned your face up to Grayson, Gucci face mask hanging from one ear, squinting from the sun beating down from the sky behind him, mumbling a “Yeah, I’m good.” He lifted a hand above his head, blindly waving it around to try and block the light for you. You giggled, wrapping your free hand around his forearm, guiding him to the perfect spot to provide you shade. “Don’t move your hand,” you warned before letting go of your grip on his arm. 

He smiled, squeezing your hip where his other hand was resting. “What was the big sigh for?”

You let your hair fall from your fist, dropping down your back and around your shoulders again. “Oh, it’s just really fucking hot.”

Grayson groaned, still holding his left arm above his head, shading your face from the sun. “Tell me about it. These black jeans were a fucking mistake.” 

You eyed him up and down for what had to be the hundredth time that day, glancing over his ripped jeans and cropped shirt, exposing a gorgeous sliver of his tanned skin. This outfit was the furthest thing from a mistake. “Yeah...” You slid your arms around his waist, running your thumbs over his hip bones. “But you look hot, and that’s all that matters.” 

Grayson’s arm dropped, and your face scrunched up from the sudden light shining directly into your eyes, but it was soon blocked again by his head as he leaned down to kiss you. His hand splayed out across your back as he gently guided you closer against your body as he moved his lips against yours. Despite your skin burning, you craved his warm touch and gave into him, gently pushing your hips forward to touch his. 

Just as you lifted your arms to settle around his neck, he abruptly pulled back. A little hum left his throat as he took a small step back, and you pouted up at him. You saw his eyes subconsciously dart around, and you knew he was just being paranoid someone would be doing something like filming the both of you. Despite becoming accustomed to being careful in public with Grayson, all you wanted to do was keep kissing him. 

Grayson pressed his lips gently to your cheek, giving you an apologetic smile as he pulled away. Your mouth settled into a small, understanding smile as you lifted his mask to cover the lower half of his face, tucking the elastic behind his ear. 

You’d been on a high all weekend from being around your favourite people, seeing your favourite artists perform and getting to finally wear the outfits you’d been planning for weeks. But between being out in the sun and among crowds of tens of thousands all day, to being exhausted by the time you got back to where you were staying, you barely had time to get Grayson to yourself. And the fact that you had to restrain yourself made everything that much harder. Over Grayson’s shoulder, you spotted a couple making out, so you huffed again, turning around so you didn’t have to look at them anymore. 

Grayson leaned down so his cheek pressed against yours, wrapping both his arms around your waist. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice muffled.  

“It’s okay,” you mumbled, lifting your hand to gently pat the back of his head.

*

It didn’t get any easier. If anything, it only got more difficult as the day went on. Any time you distracted Grayson enough to let his guard down for a minute and let himself touch and kiss you, he’d sense someone watching and pull away, or Bryant would see a photo opportunity and he’d drag you along to that instead. And the fact that Grayson was being so casual about everything made you even more annoyed. 

You were standing towards the back of the crowd where it began to thin out, watching a minor act perform. Truthfully, it was one you’d never heard of before.

Swaying back and forth by yourself as the twins talked to Bryant, you closed your eyes for a moment just to listen to the music. They opened again when Grayson’s hands grabbed your waist and pulled you against his front, fingers tapping against the exposed skin of your waist. 

You turned your head to smile at him as he leaned down to rest his head on your neck. “Bryant’s got to meet someone else, so we’re gonna meet up with him later,” he told you.

You nodded, “Okay.” He pecked your shoulder, then stood up straight again, and moved his arms to rest around your shoulders, his right hand holding onto his wrist on the opposite arm. With him guiding both your movements, you swayed back and forth to the music for a couple minutes. Every now and then, you’d tilt your head back and he’d give you a chaste kiss on your temple, hugging you closer for a few moments. When the song ended, you let your back fall back against his chest, feeling every bump and the firmness of his body against yours.  

How far would he let you go? You moved yourself even closer to him, pulling his arms tighter around you as your back completely connected to his front. Okay. 

You subtly arched your back, tilting your head back on his shoulder to lightly peck his jaw. His face remained stoic; eyes glued to the stage. 

Biting your lip, you arched your back again, this time purposefully pressing your hips against his crotch. He shifted his eyes down to yours, and you innocently raised your eyebrows. 

“Y/n.” Grayson pulled your hips against him, stopping your movements.

“What?” you asked, leaning your head back against his shoulder again. 

He squeezed your waist, lips dropping down to brush against your ear. “Stop.”

You turned around and slipped your fingers into the waistband of his jeans, biting your lip and looking up at him. “Stop what?” 

Grayson put his hands on top of yours, fingers creeping under yours. “Babe.” He nervously laughed, pulling your hands away. “You know what. What has gotten into you?”

You laced your fingers with his, letting both of your hands fall to your side. “I was hoping maybe you.”

Grayson scoffed. “Oh my god.”

You laughed, letting your shoulders drop. “I don’t know, Gray. I’m just... frustrated.”

A sympathetic smile overtook his face. “Well, we can take care of it tonight. I promise.”

His dismissiveness of your needs was annoying. You pouted, and he lifted a hand to run his thumb affectionately over your cheek. “Promise. Okay?”

You pursed your lips, returning your fingers to their place under the waistband of his jeans and pulling yourself towards him. “That’s too far away though. I need you now.”

“Y/n.” His eyes slowly fell shut, and you had to fight a small smirk. You were being a brat, but you were wearing him down.

“Grayson,” you mimicked. “We could just have a quickie,” you insisted, widening your eyes, as if that would persuade him faster. You traced a finger down the prominent vein running along his bicep. “Find a bathroom somewhere. A nice one in VIP.”

He rolled his eyes as you watched him with an amused smirk. “Don’t think they’d be any better there.”

You laughed, and shrugged before gripping his wrists. “You just look so good, and we haven’t had a chance to do anything with Ethan and Bryant and everyone else around. And it’s been, like, four days.” 

Grayson sighed, lacing his fingers with yours again, lightly swaying your arms back and forth. “I know. It’s hard for me too.”

Stepping closer so you had to look up at him demurely through your lashes, you pressed yourself flush against him again, and softly asked, “How hard?”

Grayson’s jaw clenched and you continued. 

“I can’t wait anymore, Gray,” you whispered.

His forehead fell to your shoulder and you heard him sigh. “Fuck.” You pressed your lips to his neck, lifting your hands to run through his hair. “You’re making me so horny.” The weight of his head lifted from your shoulder, and you felt his cheek against yours. “We could go to the car?” 

“Really?” 

Not even a second later, Grayson had let go of you and started walking over to Ethan. You skipped to catch up with him, falling alongside him as he slowed down. 

Grayson clapped his hand on Ethan’s shoulder, slightly turning him around and drawing him out of the trance he was in watching the screens beside the stage. “Yo, E, I gotta go to the car.”

“Are you fucking kidding?” he grumbled, looking from Grayson’s grip on his shoulder up to his face.

“No. Dude, come on, I need the keys.”

Ethan frowned, shrugging his shoulder to remove his brother’s hand. “What? Why?”

Grayson licked his lips. “Y/n left something and she needs it, I don’t know,” he said casually, rolling his eyes. You stood beside him, sucking on your lower lip. 

Ethan’s eyebrows furrowed together, turning his head to address you. “The car’s almost a twenty minute walk from here.”

“I know, but it’s kinda important,” you pleaded with him. The only thing standing between you and Grayson fucking were the keys residing in Ethan’s pocket, so he needed to understand the urgency of the situation. When he only hesitantly stared at you, you added, “Girl stuff, Ethan. Really important.”

Ethan stalled for another moment, then sighed, digging into his pockets for his keys. He handed them over to his brother. “You remember where it is, right? In the third lot from-.”

Grayson squeezed your hand, turning the keys over in his hand. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” 

You could hear Ethan telling you both to call him when you got back, but his voice was drowned out by your heart beating hard as you focused on Grayson’s eyes. He blinked, turning his head to Ethan, shaking his head dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, okay. I know.” 

You weren’t sure Ethan was finished talking, but Grayson was pulling you away before you had the chance to check. 

*

Grayson groaned as you rolled your hips into his. You gripped his shoulder for support as you positioned yourselves across the backseat of Ethan’s car. The way you’d been giggling, stumbling to keep up with Grayson, and telling him to slow down as he took long strides towards the parking lot was a complete contrast to the intensity between you two now. The feeling of him getting harder under you with every moment that passed had you breathing heavily, and clenching in anticipation.   

“Gray,” you choked out, as his hands tightly gripped your waist, lips travelling down your neck. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

Without replying, he slipped two of his fingers in your shorts, running them over your underwear. He moved it to the side, sliding his fingers inside you, almost instantaneously groaning as he watched your eyes fall shut. 

“Holy fuck. You’re so fucking wet. You’ve been like this all day?”

You whimpered, nodding. You reached down, placing your hand over the bulge forming in his pants and he closed his eyes, sighing as his jaw fell slack. You gently pressed your lips to his cheek, hot breath hitting his skin as his fingers slowly moved inside you. It felt even better than you were imagining. 

Just as the tip of his finger pressed that sweet spot and you gasped, he pulled his fingers out of you, and lifted his hand to his mouth. Sticking his tongue out, he licked and began sucking on his fingers, closing his eyes. “You taste so good, babe.”

You wanted to taste him too. To have him in your mouth. It had been days, but you didn’t have the time or space for that right now. 

Pouting, you climbed off his lap and shuffled to the opposite side of the back seat so you could pull your shorts off. As you undid the button, Grayson slumped down in the seat, legs stretched out under the front seat as he clumsily unzipped his jeans and pulled them down his legs until they pooled around his ankles. You barely had time to admire the sight of his erection straining against the fabric of his underwear before he had shoved them down to his ankles too. 

Both of your pants and underwear now on the car floor, Grayson greedily reached over to slide a hand up your thigh. You guided his hand to grip your waist and crawled back over to him, his arms also pulling you closer. You lifted your left leg to straddle him again, settling on top of his thighs. 

You lifted your eyes to meet his as you got as comfortable as you could on his thighs, hunched over on the backseat, and you both subconsciously froze your actions for a moment. He cupped your face in his hands, and pulled you towards him to kiss you softly amid your hastiness to get straight to business. 

His thumb stroked your cheek, soft lips moving against yours and you sighed. He was finally giving you what you’d been craving all day. You felt your cheeks flushing, both from Grayson’s touch and the fact that it was hot and you were squeezed into the back seat of a car with all the doors closed. 

Grayson’s hands fell down to your neck, and he wrapped his left arm around your waist, guiding you slide closer so your chests were touching. Pulling away from his lips, you put both your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you lifted yourself. He removed his hand from the back of your neck, sliding slowly down your back to finally rest on your ass and pull you into him. 

You slowly lowered yourself onto him, both of you letting out shallow breaths. Grayson’s eyes began to roll back as he closed his eyes. You burrowed your face into his neck, smelling remnants of his cologne from the morning. 

Hands gripping you hard, you helped you rock against him. You fell into a rhythm, you soft moans filling the car. The feeling of him stretching you out was enough, and with him sliding in and out of you, you already knew you weren’t going to last long. 

Grayson swore, clenching his jaw. “If you cum, will you be good for me?”

Fuck, you loved his voice. “Yeah,” you sighed breathlessly. 

“No more teasing?”

You loved the way he was holding you so tight. The way his jaw was clenching. The way he was saying ‘fuck’ every time he hit that spot inside you that made your back arch and your eyes close with a moan. 

“No. Gray.”

A few more moments of him thrusting inside you, and Grayson groaned your name, fingertips digging into your soft skin, abs flexing as he came in hot spurts inside you. Seeing and hearing him, feeling his warmth spread inside you, pushed you to the edge, and his name fell from your lips over and over again as you clenched around him. Your thighs started to burn as you came down from your high, and you let yourself rest the entirety of your weight on top of him, unable to hold yourself up anymore. 

You reached forward to hold his face in both your hands, peppering sloppy kisses all over his cheek and jaw. You slumped against Grayson’s chest and stayed like that for a minute, listening to his heart beating just as hard as yours, and feeling his breathing return to normal. 

Grayson shuffled underneath you, and you slowly leaned back and lifted your leg over his, whimpering as he slid out of you. 

You collapsed on the seat next to him, and he sighed, putting one arm around your shoulders. You let your head drop back, giving him a lazy smile. 

“We should probably start heading back.”

You nodded, closing your eyes. “M hm,” you replied, voice breathy, “Just give me a second.”

Grayson chuckled, and you opened one eye to see him smirking at himself, a smug look on his face. He groaned as he leaned forward to pull his underwear and jeans up from around his ankles, and you let your eyes fall shut again, sighing contently.  

His phone started buzzing, Ethan’s contact popping up on the screen. You groaned, sitting up. “We should probably head back.”

Grayson nodded, zipping up his jeans as you reached down to the floor for your underwear and shorts. He waited until you had your shorts on before opening the car door and getting out, cool air instantly relieving your burning skin and the stuffiness of the car. 

You slid across the seat, taking Grayson’s hand as he help you out. Your legs still felt like jelly, and you were in a daze as you made your way back to the festival. You smiled to yourself as you thought about how you had literally just walked twenty minutes to the car just to fuck because you were both horny. 

“That was fun,” you said, squeezing Grayson’s hand and looking up at him as you began the walk back. 

He laughed. “Yeah, it was.” You closed your eyes as he dropped his head forward to kiss your temple. 

Grayson texted Ethan you were on your way back, telling him where to meet you both, and you walked the rest of the way in comfortable silence, only breaking it to compliment each other.

You spotted Ethan from a distance, standing alone and on his phone. He looked up and saw you both approaching, and his shoulders slumped as he pushed his phone aggressively into his pocket. 

“He’s pissed,” you mumbled to Grayson. 

Grayson chuckled and retrieved his brother’s keys from his jeans. Ethan grabbed them from Grayson’s outstretched hand. “What the fuck took you so long?” he asked, shoving them in his front pocket. 

“We couldn’t find the car,” Grayson effortlessly replied. 

Ethan rolled his eyes. “Of course you got lost. I literally told you where it was before you left.” 

Grayson shrugged. “Well your instructions sucked.”

“No, you’re just an idiot.” Ethan turned his attention to you, softening the attitude in his tone. “Did you get what you needed?” 

You squeezed Grayson’s hand as he raised his arm to rest around your shoulders. “Yeah, I did.”

#omg i finally finished it #im so happy I actually got it done lol #honestly not even good writing #but like #fuck it #its been like six months #dolan twins #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan fluff #my writing #dolan twins smut

[ukulelewrites]

Con Amore

A/N: A full fledge fic from ukulelewrites??????? I’m shooketh yall. Sorry for the wait, I just fell in a major writer’s rut until very recently tagging @albdajirk bc she knows what’s up @ladynightmareii bc she deserves some “quality fics” @seungkwanslowqualityenglish for not yelling at me to sleep instead of write and the rest of @smols-n-tols

Pairing: Stray Kids’ Jisung x Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst/shade thrown @ jyp/Trainee Reader!AU

Word Count: 7.5k

Con Amore: an Italian musical term designating the singer to sing the melody with love

The beat played in the background of the studio as Jisung stood in the recording booth, meticulously rapping his part for Stray Kids’ upcoming track. Suddenly, the back track stopped.

“Can you redo that last line?” you asked into the mic, “Your intonation sounds weird.” Chan nodded in agreement from next to you. “Also,” you leaned towards the mic again, “add more emphasis on the first syllable please.” Jisung gave you a thumbs up before going back and rapping his line again, now fixed with your suggestions. You smiled at him through the glass, even giving him a thumbs up when he finished.

“Amazing work, Jisung,” Chan said as his bandmate entered the studio.

“Couldn’t have done it without my favorite producer’s help,” Jisung replied as he ruffled your hair. You stuck your tongue out at him playfully

“I’m hurt,” Chan exclaimed dramatically, clutching his chest. You rolled your eyes at their banter.

“Wait, what time is it?” you asked both boys, already shoving some of your things into your bag.

“4:20pm,” Chan said after glancing at his watch.

“Oh shit,” you mumbled before scurrying towards the door. “I gotta go, guys. Monthly evaluations start in 10 minutes. See you tomorrow!”

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you dropped to your knees and slid across the floor, bending yourself backwards, and watching as Sera flipped over you. As the song entered the next verse, you got up off of the floor and went straight into rapping, losing yourself to the beat you had produced just weeks prior. Sera quickly went into her rap verse, her energy bouncing off of you. Then the two of you got back into formation with the rest of the girls, moving along to the choreography Sera perfected just 3 days ago. The chorus came, and a girl named Haeun belted out your lyrics. When the climax of the song came, you and her stood in the center of the formation, going back and forth with high notes and ad libs. The music from the stereo stopped, and the entire group lined up in age order in front of the trainers.

“So the song is self-produced?” Ms. Kim, the vocal trainer asked. The group nodded. “Who produced the track?”

“I did, Ms. Kim,” you said politely, raising your hand, “I also composed the track and wrote the lyrics with Sera’s help.”

“And Sera choreographed the entire thing?” Mr. Park, the dance trainer asked.

“We worked together to come up with the big picture,” Sera stated.

“But Sera pulled together our ideas to form one cohesive choreography,” you chimed in. The trainers nodded at your statement but kept their eyes trained on the papers in front of them: the papers that outlined your age, talents, weights, and other info.

“You’ve been producing a lot haven’t you, Y/N?” Ms. Kim asked, eying your profile.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You assisted producing and composing for Twice’s latest album, GOT7’s sophomore album, and Stray Kids’ upcoming mini-album?”

“She also wrote most of 15&’s songs,” Sera chimed in this time.

“Who?” Ms. Kim asked. You chose to stay silent for her sake. After another beat of silence Ms. Kim spoke again, “Nice work on the song, Y/N.” You bowed gratefully at her compliment, hoping your curtain of hair hid your triumphant smile.

“Clean choreography as well, Sera,” Mr. Park said. Your best friend also bowed down a full 90 degrees. “No laggers this time,” he stated. You could see the two youngest trainees in your group let out a sigh of relief.

“Also amazing high note, Haeun. Good usage of the JYP technique,” Ms. Kim complimented. Haeun beamed and also bowed. You chewed at the inside of your cheek. Let’s say you weren’t exactly too fond of your agency’s infamous technique.

“Now, girls, I’m pretty sure you’ve heard the rumors by now,” Mr. Park started, “And I’m going to tell you that they’re true. We are looking at debuting a new girl group by the beginning of next year.” The excitement in the room grew tenfold. “No decisions are final yet, but we will let you know in the following week who will make the final group. You’re dismissed.”

The moment you exited the stuffy dance studio, you let out a giant sigh of relief. “Jesus, I really thought I was going to get cut this time,” you said, pulling your water bottle out of your duffel bag and chugging half its content.

“Shut up,” Sera replied, rolling her eyes, “you’ve been here for what? Eight years now? How could they possibly get rid of you? You produce half of their artists’ albums now. You’re a triple threat. Plus, you’re my best friend, and you know if they kick you out, JYP’s finna catch these hands.” You giggled at her comment before pulling her aside.

“They almost got me for my weight,” you whispered, “I was half a kilogram over.” Sera looked at you incredulously.

“But you’ve been dieting for the past month? Like, for a whole week you only ate an apple a day!”

“I just need to hit the gym a couple more times a week,” you sighed, “And cut down on the snacks.”

“But,” Sera dropped her voice even quieter when Haeun walked by, “they’re not gonna cut you from the debut group because of your weight, right? Like, they didn’t kick you out because of your weight, so why exclude you from the group?”

“They didn’t kick me out because everyone knows I’ve been here for years, and this is just a minor fluke. Ms. Kim even brushed it off saying it’s my time of the month.”

“So you won’t get excluded from the final group?”

“Probably not, but I just need to step up my game for now. Can’t be known as the girl who got cut from joining SIXTEEN and from debuting in any of the girl groups,” you said wryly.

“Chin up, buttercup. We’re debuting together, and that’s a fact!”

“Y/N, do you think you could rearrange this song for me?” Haeun asked you the following day.

“‘Honey’ by Kehlani? I feel like the acoustic guitar is really the identity of the-”

“But can you rearrange it?” she asked, this time a bit more impatiently.

“I can, but how do you want it rearranged?” you asked, plastering on a smile.

“More pop, dance music-esque. I need a beat added to it, and, well, I don’t know. You usually do that part for me!”

“Yeah, just give me a couple hours,” you said, already putting on your headphones. Haeun prances out of the practice room, only to be replaced by Sera.

“What did the princess want?” Sera asked.

“Just a rearrangement done,” you replied blandly, already focusing on the beat you were conjuring up.

“Ya know, I can’t hate her because she’s so talented, but god, she’s irritating.”

“She’s not that bad,” you said, already laying down the track, “She just doesn’t really understand what it means to be part of a team yet, which makes sense because she’s an only child and has only been a trainee for 6 months.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Sera said before looking at the clock, “Hey, Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Aren’t you helping Chan oppa today?”

You nodded, not really looking up from your laptop.

“Shouldn’t you go now?” Sera insisted. You finally tore your attention away from your rearrangement to see that, yes, you should definitely head to the recording studio now.

“Sorry I’m late,” you exclaimed, bowing to the many people that filled the studio.

“It’s fine,” Chan said, “Just help us make an awesome song and you’re forgiven.”

“Sounds like a plan!” You looked down at the sheet in front of you, “So Felix is recording today?” The freckle-faced boy sent you a little salute before heading into the recording booth.

“Ah, Y/N, Jisung’s going to help you with recording today,” Chan said, “I still need to finish up the last two songs for the mini-album.”

“Yeah, that’s fine! Jisung’s fun to work with too.”

“See, hyung, Y/N likes me better,” Jisung said, cheekily sticking his tongue out too.

“Hey! Don’t go starting rumors about me now,” you said, laughing.

“Mhm, you owe me one, brat!” Chan’s voice rung out even after the door closed after him.

“Anyways…” Jisung stalled, “Let’s just get the rest of them done?”

“Okay, Felix,” you said into the mic.

“Yeah?”

“From your first line, okay?”

“I’m exhausted,” you exclaimed, slamming your head down on the table.

“Really? You’re usually fine after a session,” Jisung replied. He was the last member left in the recording studio; the rest had filed out of the room ages. “Want a snack? That usually brings your energy back up.” He starts digging around his bag.

“Nah, I can’t. I’m dieting.”

“Dieting? What for? You seem fit to me.”

“It’s just, well, there’s a lot going on right now,” you said.

“Really? Like what?” he asked, leaning forward.

“You really want to know?”

“C’mon, we’re close!”

So for the next two hours you found yourself curled up in a ball on the recording studio’s couch across from Jisung as you spilled out everything. He learned that you were up to be part of the next girl group, but nothing is certain. He empathized with you when you let out all of your concerns: your weight, your ancient trainee status, your seemingly plateauing skills. Heck, he even heard you slip out your slight dislike for a certain six-month old trainee. After speaking him for so long, your chest felt itself lighten from all the stressors that had buried you over time.

“So what now?” Jisung asked after your rant.

“I find out sometime this week if I’m in the final debut group or not,” you said, “I find out if my 10 years of training is really worth it.”

“But you’re one of the most talented people I know!” he exclaimed earnestly.

“Thanks,” you said shyly, “But it takes more than talent to debut.”

“And you have all of those things! I swear, Y/N, you’re talented, hilarious, passionate, beautiful-” his eyes widened at his last adjective. “Wait, I didn’t mean that! Wait, no, like, you are beautiful, but I meant that in a completely non-creepy-” He immediately closed his mouth when he felt your lips pressed on his cheek.

“Thank you, Jisung,” you said when you pulled away, “It means a lot hearing that from you.”

Beads of sweat trailed down your face as you amped up the speed of the treadmill just a hair faster. Your legs burned, but you kept at it; the looks of your trainers’ faces when they saw your weight fueled you.

“Tsk,” Ms. Kim only glanced at the scale before writing it down. Mr. Park tried to give you a reassuring shrug, but the extra pound glared right back at you.

“Can Mr. Park leave the room?” you asked, steadying your voice. The dance instructor didn’t utter a word as he left the room. You stripped yourself of your hoodie, jeans, and t-shirt. The number dropped a mere half pound; a sob almost escaped your lips.

“I’ll round down this time around, Y/N,” Ms. Kim said, already scribbling the goal weight down, “But don’t expect it next time around.”

“Thank you so much, Ms. Kim,” you exclaimed, giving her a full 90 degree bow when you got off the scale.

“Don’t let me down, kid. You’re probably the best vocal trainee we got in this company; I’d hate to let you go.”

Your limbs were screaming at this point, but you kept at your robotic pace, keeping your eyes trained on the clock on the opposite wall.

2:43am. You still had so much left to go.

“Yo, Y/N, you okay?” Sera asked the next morning. She had a hand on your arm, steadying you as you almost trip over your own two feet.

“Yeah, I just spent some extra time in the gym yesterday,” you tried waving her off.

“How much extra?”

Your silence gave it away.

“Did you spend all night in the gym?” she exclaimed, “Do you not remember what happened last time that happened? You were in the hospital for two whole days!”

You winced at her words. “I’m sorry, Sera. I just really need to make the debut group,” you sighed.

Your best friend engulfed you in a hug, “Don’t stress! We’re getting in together!”

A week has passed, and you were finally safe under the weight limit. The anxiety of possibly debuting was pushed aside as you spent your hours awake producing, arranging, and practicing music. You’ve been so caught up in work, you didn’t realize you were staring into space for a solid five minutes in the corner of the dance studio.

“Y/N?” Jisung called your name for the sixth time as he waved his hands in front of your face, “You good, fam?”

“Y-yeah, I just find out if I debut today or not,” you said, trying to shake the nervousness out of your voice, “Nothing major.” You cleared your throat, “Anyways, what are you doing here? Thought you were still working in the recording studio.”

Jisung sat down next to you, “I finished earlier than expected and wanted to check on you. Chan-hyung mentioned you were finding out if you debut today. Don’t be too nervous, Y/N!” He gave you a bright smile causing you to send him one right back. “There’s that pretty smile,” he said softly, “Don’t let it fade away, Y/N, things will work out for you.”

“Thanks, Jisung,” you replied, your voice barely over a whisper. The air shifted between the two of you. The loud banter usually exchanged between you two was replaced by a softness characterized by lingering looks and bashful smiles. “Um,” you broke the silence awkwardly, “I better head to the meeting room now.”

Jisung stood up first and held out his hand for you. Slowly, you extended your hand and allowed for him to help you up. “Good luck, Y/N,” Jisung said, his hand still clasped around yours.

“Thank you, Jisung,” you slipped your hand out of his after, “I’ll let you know what happens!”

“We’ll be announcing the girls debuting today,” Ms. Kim announced.

“Kim Sera, main dancer,” Mr. Park said. Your best friend burst into a wide grin, bowing and thanking the trainers profusely.

“Kwon Hyorin, main rapper, and Lee Suji, lead rapper,” Ms. Kim read off from the list. The two girls smiled and thanked the trainer.

“Lee Minju, lead dancer,” Mr. Park added, “You worked hard in this past year.” The young girl smiled in reply and softly thanked him.

“Lee Haeun, main vocal & visual,” Ms. Kim said. The girl beamed proudly and thanked the trainers also. “Those are the only girls debuting. Hopefully you all can pick a leader for yourself; we’ll inform you of the group name in a couple of days. Good work, girls.”

It was like the world came crashing down. You bowed respectively to the trainers as they left the room, but your feet wouldn’t budge from your spot. The whispers started around you as the girls eyed you strangely.

“How’d she not make it again?”

“Just look at her body? How could anyone looking like that debut?”

“God, it must suck to be her right now.”

“Y/N, you alright?” Sera asked. She was already ready to engulf you in a big hug. You allowed her to comfort you for a bit before pulling away.

“I have to go practice,” you muttered, “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Did you hear?” Felix asked the guys scattered on the floor of the dance studio; their heavy breaths fogging up the mirror after hours of choreo practice.

“Hear what?” Seungmin asked.

“Y/N didn’t make the debut group.”

The sound of a water bottle crashing to the ground rung throughout the studio. The guys looked up to see Jisung standing in shock, a pool of water forming around his feet.

“What?” the rapper asked, “What do you mean she didn’t make it? She was practically leading the whole girl trainee group for the past five years!”

Felix just shrugged. “It’s JYP. When is he never a snake?”

The light guitar strums and snaps of “I Like Me Better” played over the speaker as you moved fluidly with the music. You kept your eyes trained on the mirror, making sure your expressions matched the tone of the song and that your limbs didn’t look too forced or stiff while you moved through the choreography.

“Y/N?”

You almost tripped over your own feet at Jisung’s voice.

“H-hey, what are you doing here so late?” you asked, scurrying over to the speaker to shut the music off.

“I wanted to check on you, and I figured you’d be in here.”

“Well, here I am,” you said with an awkward flourish.

“You alright?” Jisung approached apprehensively, stopping only a foot in front of you. You looked over at the stereo as you nodded in reply, but his eyes stayed in the same soft, worried way they had been since he’d entered the room.

“I got cut, Jisung.” Your voice was barely over a whisper, but he could still pick up on the little tremor at the end of his name.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he put his hand on your arm, “It’s alright, Y/N. C’mere.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him. You looped your arms around his waist and buried your face into his shoulder. Jisung’s words of comfort wafted through your ears, an absent-minded hum to the overwhelming feeling of weight pressing on your chest.

“I’ve just worked so hard,” you cried into his shoulder, “And I don’t know what else I can do.” Jisung tentatively lifted his hand to run them through your hair soothingly. “What if this is my best, and I’m never going to get good enough to debut?”

“Hey, Y/N,” he held you at arm’s length now, “I can 100% assure you that you are worth way more than what those trainers picked, okay?” A small grinned played on his lips. “I swear that I’m not lying to you when I say you’re the most talented trainee in this whole damn company. It’s just,” he paused, “Sometimes the opportunity we think we missed is just something that will open a door for us later on in life. Don’t beat yourself up over this, Y/N. Prove them wrong. Show them that you’re meant to debut.”

You let out a derisive scoff. “I think they made it obvious I’m not debuting.”

“Talk to Momo-sunbae, Felix, Minho-hyung, and maybe you’d get a different answer. Trust me, Y/N. I think you are perfectly awesome just the way you are, and I know most of your peers know that too.”

You went back into his arms for another hug. There was always something about Jisung that made you feel safe and sound. Maybe it was the warmth he emitted whenever he came in contact with you, arms snuggly wrapped around your figure. Maybe it was the way his voice made the back of your neck tingle just a bit when he lowered his voice to give you words only meant for your ears. Or maybe it was just him. Jisung. The guy that’s been by your side since he joined JYP.

“Thanks, Jisung,” you murmured, pulling yourself back just a bit. From this angle, you realized exactly how expressive his eyes were. It was as if he was pouring every single one of his thoughts into his gaze.

“No problem, Y/N.” Neither of you had let go yet. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?” Your voice was breathier than intended.

“You feeling better?” He was already leaning down.

“Yeah.” You decided to meet him halfway; your lips meeting in the middle. Was it awkward? Yes. But did you hate it? No. Jisung brought his hand up to cradle you cheek, trying to figure exactly what to do with his hands. Suddenly you pulled away. “What about the cameras?” you asked, wanting to kill yourself for pulling such a rookie mistake.

“Blind spot.” Jisung gestured to the cameras, “They don’t catch this corner for some reason.”

“Thank god,” you sighed, “So we can continue.”

“W-what?” Jisung’s eyes blew up comically.

“C’mon, Romeo, you’re the one that took advantage of an emotionally wrecked girl,” you teased.

“Hey, weren’t you the one that kissed me?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Just shut up and kiss me before I get sad again,” you replied, laughter threatening to spill past your lips.

“Did you finish my arrangement?” Haeun questioned you one day in the hallway.

“Yeah, I sent it to you, like, 20 minutes ago?” you replied.

“Awesome! I’m planning on using it for the pre-debut showcase. They’re letting all of us have our own solo stages to showcase our individual talents!”

Ah yes, another twist in the knife already impaled in your heart. “Sounds great, Haeun,” you gritted.

“Plus, I’m going to the salon tomorrow. I heard they’re going to dye my hair blonde for debut! Do you think the managers will let me dye it another color?” Hauen pouted. “I heard all the visuals nowadays get natural hair colors while their members get weird ones.”

You were six steps away from throttling the poor girl.

“Haeun! Help Minju with her vocal warm-ups!” You had never been so glad to hear Sera’s voice.

“Thanks, Sera,” you uttered as Haeun pranced away from you.

“Anything to get rid of that brat,” Sera joked before looking at you with concern. “You okay, Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m just getting some background work done. Ya know, arranging and producing and all that.”

“I heard you’re composing our debut track,” Sera said with a wry smile.

“Yeah, composing, writing, producing,” you counted them off on your fingers. “Make this debut lit, Sera. I’ve always wanted to swim in a pool of money from all my royalties,” you jested.

Your best friend hesitantly smiled right back. “I swear I will, Y/N. I’ll make you proud!”

“Again,” you demanded into the microphone. Haeun readjusted her headphones before belting out the bridge again. You winced at the strained quality of her voice. “It’s fine for now, next up is Sera.”

You were used to this already. In the weeks leading up to the showcase, you were tasked with ensuring the success of the girl group’s music. Funny how JYP could trust you with the future of his next big thing, but he couldn’t trust you to be in his next big thing. Time ticked away quickly as you settled into your zone. That was until an incessant cough kept snapping you out of it.

“Do you need water, Haeun?” you inquired.

“I’ve got some,” she said.

“Then drink it.” You returned your attention back to Minju standing in the recording booth. “We can’t have you getting sick when the showcase is next week.”

“I know,” Haeun replied matter-of-factly. “I’m going to rest my voice for the rest of the day,” she got up off of the couch, “Am I dismissed?”

You waved her off. “Don’t forget to drink warm water with honey and lemon, you brat!” The girl might be growing on you.

Hauen rolled her eyes at your advice.

Okay, maybe not.

Recording goes by smoothly, and you find yourself burning the midnight oil as you work on mixing all the components together. However, you kept on being pulled back to the bridge of the song, wrinkling your nose at how the audio sounded no matter how much you tweaked it. You were so engrossed in your work that you didn’t notice a certain someone sneak up behind you.

“Boo,” Jisung whispered, tapping on your shoulder. You jolted in surprise before turning around to see his grinning face.

“Not funny, Jisung.” You scowled at him.

“C’mon, Y/N, don’t give me that face.” He poked your cheek, but you continued to glare at him. “I won’t do it again?” he offered.

“Fine,” you sighed before turning back to your work. “What do you want?”

“Just wanted to see what you were up to at,” he turned to look at the clock, “1:34am.” You didn’t verbally reply, instead handing him the headphones you were wearing earlier. He placed them over his ears, and you played him the rough mix. Jisung bobbed his head along to the beat, smiling at a really cool switch up you did in the second chorus, and then wincing when he got to that part in the bridge.

“It’s bad isn’t it?” you grimaced, taking the headphones back from him after the song ended.

“No! The song is good! It’s just,” he paused, “whoever is singing the high note and adlibs during the bridge sounds really strained.”

“Yeah, the main vocal’s throat hasn’t been in the best shape, and the company wants the song to be pretty much perfect in two days, but I can’t get her to redo her recording of the bridge part because I really don’t want her to mess up her throat even more.” You slammed your head down on the table and let out a frustrated groan. “I don’t know what I should do.”

“Why don’t you just do the high note and adlib recording and mix it in?” Jisung inquired. His voice was so soft, you barely heard him say it.

“What?”

“Well, it’s just a high note and adlib, right? Your voice shouldn’t be too distinct? Plus, it’ll get the recording done just in time for the company’s deadline?”

You mulled over his words for a second. Maybe it’ll work? Your mind couldn’t pull up any other solutions, so you found yourself standing in the recording booth, belting out the notes with ease. Jisung manned the recording equipment, giving you a thumbs up whenever you hit a high note perfectly. For the first time since the debut group was announced, you were genuinely smiling. It felt so good to be able to sing out to your heart’s content, knowing that it’ll end up being heard by thousands of people.

“Was it good?” you asked Jisung once you stepped out of the booth.

“Good? That was the best I’ve heard you sing since you joined this company,” he teased.

“Gotta make sure the girls do well. Even if it means someone else taking credit for my work,” you stated. Jisung frowned at your words.

“What? No! Just let the company know that you sang the high notes and adlibs since the main vocal was sick. I’m sure they’ll give you credit.” He sounded extremely unsure on his last statement.

“And completely expose the main vocal for not doing the main vocal’s job?” you snorted. “It’s fine, Jisung. This is just a one time thing.”

You had lied to yourself that night. It was definitely not a one time thing. This was being proven to you just this second as the stylists fitted you in an outfit probably worth ten times more than you ever will. How exactly did you get to this moment?

“Haeun is sick,” Ms. Kim stated the Friday you presented the debut track to the board, “We just rushed her into the hospital last night.”

“What are we going to do?” Sera asked, stepping into her appointed leader position, “Our pre-debut showcase is Monday. How can we perform if our main vocal is sick? We didn’t even record the pre-recorded tracks yet for our stages!”

“We can always just delay the showcase? Cite that our main vocal had fallen ill due to overworking herself,” a board member proposed.

“How can we do that when the girl’s stricken with Mono?” Ms. Kim snapped, “She wasn’t even working that hard!”

“We also can’t delay it since our fans have been excited for this for weeks now,” Sera chimed in, “We might get a lot of backlash for this.”

“What do you propose we do then?” Mr. Park asked.

“Why don’t we just have a stand-in for Haeun?” Ms. Kim said in all seriousness, “Have some trainee do her part during the showcase; we’ll just have Haeun pre-record her introduction part or any other speaking parts for the showcase.”

“What trainee has the same vocal prowess as Haeun? Same build? You can use make-up all you want, but you can’t copy Haeun’s natural looks and talent,” a board member countered.

“If you throw a cap over anyone’s head, their face is 95% covered,” Minju threw in.

“But who can we use as a stand-in?”

“Why not, Y/N?” Ms. Kim inquired, gesturing towards you. “She is one of the strongest vocal trainees in our company, and she’s been extremely involved with the debut group’s production, so she knows all of the setlist in terms of music and choreography.”

“Aren’t their voices different?”

“If you thought the high note and adlibs in the debut track were Haeun, I’m here to inform you that you should retract your statement right this instant.” Her voice was strangely cold when she reprimanded that board member. It was weird to have the usually stoic teacher be by your side. “It’s settled then. Y/N will fill in for Haeun during the showcase.”

You stared at yourself in the mirror. It was strange to see yourself dolled up: your eyes smudged with peachy eye shadow and glitter, your lips tinted a pretty pink, and your hair slightly curled. It was also strange to see yourself wearing something other than a hoodie and training shorts; the peach blouse and high-waisted white shorts combo made you look way prettier than you could imagine. It was almost like you were going to debut. Almost.

“Ready?” Sera asked, handing you the white cap you’d be sporting during the showcase.

“To pass my voice off as Haeun’s? Ready as I’ll ever be.”

The showcase went without a hitch. You easily lip-synced along to Haeun’s pre-recorded talking segments, flowed along to the choreography, and belted out the lyrics to Haeun’s parts in all the songs. You were showered with the thunderous applause and cheers of the fans that had filled the theater. However, your smile faltered when you heard exactly what they were cheering.

“Haeun! Haeun! Haeun!”

That’s right. It wasn’t you they were cheering for. It’s the girl you’re pretending to be that they’re cheering for.

“Awesome work, Y/N,” Sera said, giving you a high five once the group filed off of the stage. You forced on a smile in return and handed your headset to the stagehand.

“Good work, everyone!” you said while bowing to each person respectively before ripping the white cap off of your head.

“Haeun is just sooooooo good!”

“Can we talk about Queen Haeun’s high note during her solo? Your fave could never!”

“Can’t wait for her debut!”

The fancams for the showcase had been released onto the internet, and the netizens were ready. You scrolled past comment after comment praising “Haeun’s” talent: proud that your voice brought about such a positive reaction, bitter that it was Haeun getting all the praise.

“Hey Y/N!” You didn’t even bother to look up.

“Hey, Jisung,” you mumbled. Your eyes were still glued to your phone screen, thumbs scrolling absentmindedly as you poured over the seemingly endless comments.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, brows furrowing together in concern. You just held out your phone for him. He plopped down next to you on the floor and took your phone from your hands. “I don’t see the problem? It looks like the public is excited for the girl group’s debut?”

“Play the video,” you deadpanned. At this point, you leaned your head against his shoulder. Jisung stiffened beneath the sudden contact but obliged.

It wasn’t even a minute in before he went, “Oh shit.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s you.”

“I know.” You readjusted your head on his shoulder and interlocked your fingers with his.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” he stuttered out. Cheeks flushing at the sudden amount of contact you were enacting with him.

“I’m upset, and you’re always here when I’m an emotional mess, so accept the fact you’re now my source of comfort,” you grumbled while snuggling into his side.

“I’m your source of comfort, huh?” Jisung asked with a stupidly cheeky smile.

“Don’t make me say it again, you fool. I’m upset right now, and you don’t want me to get more upset,” you warned.

“Yeah, I know.” He sat with you in silence for a good five minutes before saying something. “What are you going to do? With this whole ‘Haeun is getting all the credit for your work’ thing?”

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, “The company’s gonna kick me out if I say anything since I’d be slandering the upcoming group. Plus, this is a one time thing, so I guess I’ll be fine?”

“But you deserve to be in the debut group if they keep making you do all of her work!” Jisung countered. For once in your life, you heard Jisung sound angry.

“What do you expect me to do?” you cried. Your head was no longer on his shoulder.

“I don’t know, Y/N!” he shot back. His expression immediately softened when he realized you were tearing up.

“You don’t think I’ve already tried everything, Jisung,” you whimpered. “The board threatened to kick me out of the company if I say anything about this.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” He engulfed you in a hug. “I’m not angry at you, Y/N. I’m just angry at the company for treating you this way.” He could feel his shirt getting wet from the tears you were shedding. “It’s okay, Y/N. Just let it out. We’ll fix this.”

You didn’t know exactly what Jisung meant when he said those words until exactly two days later. You had awoken to your phone being bombarded with texts from Sera (she had not had her phone revoked just yet).

Sera - “Y/N CHECK WHAT’S TRENDING!!!!!!!!!”

You groggily rubbed your eyes before pulling up the link Sera just sent you. Suddenly you found yourself fully awake. You jolted upright, proceeding to bump your head against the ceiling, and scrolled through the article detailing the truth behind the pre-debut showcase.

“Hi everyone,

I don’t know where else I can put this, so I decided to put it here. So everyone know JYP is debuting a new girl group, and they had their first talent showcase recently. Well, I have some information to share. The main vocal debuting isn’t the main vocal that sang at the showcase. They used a different trainee to sing her part since the main vocal fell ill. I wanted to let everyone know that the main vocal can sing, but it hurts me to see her get credit for someone else’s work.

Everyone might be wondering how I know this. I’ve been working at JYP for a very long time now, and I personally know both girls involved in this situation. Thank you for reading my post; I just wanted to get it off of my chest.”

Oh shit.

You scrolled through the thousands of comments on this post. A good portion were of netizens demanding proof or calling the OP a liar, but the majority of them seemed to have believed the OP, demanding JYP to release a statement. Your phone then buzzed, indicating you received another text.

Ms. Kim - “Come to the office now.”

You sat in front of the debut team’s board members, furiously gnawing on your lower lip.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” the man sitting at the head of the table.

“I didn’t post it, sir,” you meekly replied, “I don’t know who did.” He simply scoffed at your reply, but Ms. Kim stepped in.

“We checked the IP address of where the post came from, and it was traced to an internet cafe. Y/N was in the practice room at the time of the post according to our security cameras,” she stated. She glanced over to you for a split second before turning back to the board member. “For now, we can deny all allegations. The post never gave verified evidence of them being part of JYP to back up their claim.” The board murmured amongst themselves for a couple minutes before agreeing and letting you go.

Once you exited the meeting room, you stormed towards the dance studio, knowing very well who’d be there.

“Y/N?” Jisung asked in surprise when he heard the door slam open.

“Why would you do something so stupid?” you retorted, stomping up to him. “I could’ve been kicked out of the agency because of what you did!”

“I-I’m sorry, Y/N, but I couldn’t just sit around while the company screws you over!”

“Why does it matter, Jisung? Why does it matter so much to you what happens to me?”

“Well, I don’t know, Y/N! If you hadn’t noticed from all the kissing and touching we do, I actually do care about you a lot, and I’m so sick and tired of you being treated like you don’t matter because, well, you do matter!” He turned away from you and lets out a resigned sigh. “You matter a hell of a lot to me,” he mumbled before brushing past you and leaving the room.

The mess died down in the following handful of days after JYP denied all allegations of a stand-in singer for upcoming debut group’s main vocal. You continued through your normal routine: practice in the morning, working with the debut group for the rest of your day, and more practice in the late nights. It was a numbing process really. Sera was so busy preparing for debut that you couldn’t pull her aside for a chat like you used to. Chan no longer needed your help with producing since he was in the final process of completing Stray Kids’ recording. And Jisung, well, Jisung’s been avoiding you since that day in the dance studio. Life was slowly reverting back to normal, until another storm came your way.

There was another post trending this time. Another accusation towards JYP for using a stand-in vocalist. However, this one was different. This one had proof.

“Hi everyone,

I’m a different OP from last time, but I felt like I had to share this. I’ve been working for JYP for a very long time now, and I’m disappointed to see them try to cover up something like this. Honestly, they used a stand-in vocalist, another trainee, for their debut group’s main vocalist, and I have proof.

Linked to this post is a video I compiled. It compares the voice of the girl at the showcase to the voice of the debut group’s main vocalists. You can easily hear the difference in timbre and how they hit the high notes. It then compares the voice of the girl at the showcase with the voice of the best vocal trainee in our company. Hear how their voices are identical? Hopefully this clears everything up, thank you for reading.

P.S. The comparison recordings are from their most recent monthly evaluation.”

You could barely believe your eyes once you scrolled down to the comments.

“Oh my god, I knew JYP was a snake, but I didn’t know he was this much of a snake.”

“#JYPISCANCELLED Can’t believe they’d do smth like this smh”

“Why won’t they debut the other girl??? She’s so good!!’

The last comment caused you to tear up, but the tears overflowed once you realized that person wasn’t the only one with those sentiments.

“Please debut mystery girl!”

“#mysterygirldebut”

“Just debut the other girl @snekyp”

“What are we going to do now?” the head board member asked, “Our stocks are decreasing, and the interest for the upcoming girl group is too! And it’s all because of her!” He pointed an accusatory finger at you.

“I didn’t do anything, sir,” you replied calmly.

“It’s true,” another board member chimed in, “The IP address doesn’t match Y/N’s location when the post was published.”

“She could’ve queued it!” someone else chimed it.

“This isn’t Tumblr. You can’t just queue posts.”

“Well then,” the head member grumbled, “what are we going to do?”

“Listen to the people of course,” Ms. Kim spoke up for the first time since the meeting had started, “Put her in the debut group.” You swear you could’ve heard a pin drop after her statement.

“What now?”

“Put her in the debut group,” Ms. Kim said matter-of-factly, “People want her to debut. If we debut her, we’d appease the public, and the debut group will get a good boost after this ‘publicity’ stunt.” The board looked as equally shocked as you did. “Am I wrong?”

“I don’t see how it could hurt…” the head member murmured, mulling over the proposal.

“According to my calculations, we’d have an 154% increase in interest from the general public if she debuts in the group. We could sell it off as an underdog story. ‘Rising up to the challenge when a friend falls ill,’” another board member chimed in. You cringed at the cheesy underdog story they were trying to give you, but you kept your mouth shut. You might actually get to debut.

“Well, I think we all know the answer here, gentlemen,” Ms. Kim said. She then turned to you. “Looks like you’ll be debuting, Y/N.”

“Jisung!” you exclaimed, barreling through the dance studio door. Unsurprisingly, he was there sitting on the floor next to the stereo.

“Y/N?” He got up onto his feet.

“You’re an idiot, I swear to god, Han Jisung,” you said, marching up to him. You stopped right in front of him, toe to toe. “But you’re an idiot with a giant heart that’s way too big for me to handle, and you do stupid things because you believe they’re the right thing to do, and I want to thank you so much for being my big idiot because I’m debuting!”

Jisung could only stare at you in shock as the words began to register in his brain. Suddenly, he breaks out into a grin and wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up and twirling you around. “Hell yeah you’re debuting!” he cheered. You giggled at the excitement that paints the entirety of his face.

“I’m so sorry for being such a ass about the whole thing, Jisung,” you said once he placed you back onto the ground, “I was just so scared about what would happen to you if they found out.”

“Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t ask for your consent to post it first. I should’ve thought about what would happen to you once I post the truth.”

“Now that we’re done apologizing,” you paused to pull him down by the collar to your face-level, “I want to give you my thanks.” You pressed your lips against his softly. Jisung quickly threw away his shock and molded his lips with yours before breaking out into a small smile.

“Wait, what about the cameras?” he mumbled, pulling away slightly.

“Blind spot,” you replied cheekily, “Now are you going shut your mouth and kiss me?”

“Happily.”

After a good twenty minutes of making out with Jisung, you found yourself cuddled into his side whilst sprawled across the dance studio’s floor.

“Jisung?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Hm?”

“How exactly did you get the footage from my monthly evaluation?”

The boy turned to give you a cheeky little grin. “Let’s just say I’m not the only person that really wanted you to debut,” he hinted.

“Oh really now?” You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Yup. A certain Ms. Kim was very adamant about sharing the monthly evaluation videos with me for some odd reason.”

“Oh my god, you’re joking.”

“Dead serious. Now I think I need another thank you present for pulling that off,” he teased while puckering his lips.

“Shut up or else I’m never kissing you again,” you replied with an eye roll. Jisung’s hands find themselves on your torso, and they pull you towards him. Your eyes widened at the sudden movement. “Jisung!”

“Take it back,” he pouted.

“You’re such a baby!”

“Take it back!”

“Never!” you replied, trying very hard to hide your smile.

“Fine then, you leave me no choice.” Jisung pressed his lips against your neck. You freeze at the sudden contact, but instantly tried squirming away once he blew a raspberry against your skin.

“Jisung!” you screeched while futilely trying to escape his grasp.

“Take it back!” You could practically hear the laughter in his voice.

“Fine! Fine! I take it back!” The raspberries ceased, and he turned you to face him. Jisung looked at you expectantly. You only let out a sigh before leaning in and placing a kiss on his lips. “Happy now?”

“That my girl is debuting and just gave me a kiss? Definitely. I’m definitely happy.”

A/N: omfg that was so long lmao. Also sorry if it was more reader centric than romance with Jisung centric I guess? Idk I really liked writing this fic, so I hope you enjoyed!

#stray kids #kpopwritingnet #han jisung #stray kids han #stray kids han jisung #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #han jisung imagines #han jisung scenarios #han imagines #han scenarios #3racha #3racha imagines #3racha scenarios

[inurnctdreams]

falling in love with a dreamie's older sibling - taeyong!au

:: first post on this new blog!! i'm a lil rusty so pls bear with me, it's been a few ｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

(I also got super carried away but I have more ideas for this au if anyone wants a part 2!)

ok so taeyong was a lil (a lot) scared when they told him he'd be the leader of this new group with infinte members

but he took it in his stride bc hey four's not so bad, they're all around his age and mark's very mature and hardworking

six he can deal with, plus, hey! a friend for mark, even if donghyuk can be a brat

and then the dreamies debuted

he was like "yes i know i said mark was mature and hardworking but you're putting him in charge of six babies. he's still a (my) baby!!"

so ofc, even though he wasn't their official leader, he took them under his wing and looked after these children bc that's just who taeyong is

and yeah maybe they're rowdy and hyperactive but they're good kids and they understand what being an idol expects of them

he wouldn't change them for the world and he loves his crazy (not so) little family

the other older members help out a lot too so he never feels too pressured

he can do this!!

then you came along

your parents had asked you to keep an eye on your younger brother when you moved into seoul for school

you attended their debut showcase with your parents but you only had time for a quick hug and an "i'm proud of u!!" before you had to rush back for work so you didn't really see any of the other members

hey you gotta support yourself in the big city somehow

you ofc streamed all of ncts stuff and supported them in any way you could, which wasn't a lot being a student in the city with your own lil apartment

though you always tried to text your brother often to make sure he was eating and taking care of himself/he was being taken care of

and you managed to sneak in a few visits to the dreamies' practices or between schedules

but you'd never actually been to the dorms

you got to know the other dreamies too as they hung out while you facetimed him or appeared in the vlives you could catch

but! finally, there was a day where miraculously you were both free

so you planned to go for ice cream and ofc some of the other dreamies heard of your plan and begged until your ice cream catch up with your lil bro turned into an ice cream catch up with ur lil bro and two of the other dreamies

so the day finally arrived and you were stood outside the dorms after being waved through by security, not exactly knowing what to expect

there were like 18 teenage-early twenties boys living in those three conjoined apartments with almost no adult supervision

so while you were sorta expecting dirty laundry everywhere, stained walls and sweaty smells, surely someone had to be keeping them in check??

the door swings open to reveal your excited little brother and a relatively clean living room

a couple of guys you recognise from various performances/ads/general idolness are lounging on the sofa

you can hear music coming from somewhere further in the apartment

and something that smells absolutely divine is coming from the kitchen

"(Y/N)!!" your brother pounces on you and drags you inside, introducing you to all the members in the room and shouting for his fellow dreamies to hurry up getting ready

they're all lovely and you're glad they all seem as nice as your brother described them, glad that he's got friends and support here when you can't give it to him

the three boys all put their shoes on by the door and you're exchanging polite goodbyes with the other boys when a head pops round the doorway on the other side of the room

and oH

you definitely recognise this one

lee taeyong, general leader of nct and the guy you'd sorta maybe taken a small (huge) liking to from the moment you clicked play on the 7th sense MV

he's even cuter in person

"you guys off?"

"yeah taeyong-hyung! (Y/N)'s taking us out for ice cream!"

"Hey, I'm your elder, brat! How come you use honorifics with him and not me huh?"

and ofc you're joking but the look on all the guys' faces as you reprimanded and simultaneously embarrassed your little brother was golden

then you started laughing as you were practically dragged out of the apartment

but not without a lingering look from one lee taeyong

you start hanging around the dorms more often after that

you're on break from studies and now you've broken the ice with the rest of your brother's group members, it's quite a nice escape from the world

if you count them whining about teasing and pranks a nice escape anyway

and it has nothing to do with taeyong no sir

speaking of ty track

you were not what he was expecting

when the dreamies would go on about you they described you as such a nag

always making sure they were eating/sleeping/resting/working hard

"honestly more of a mom than you, hyung!"

and what was wrong with that?

you were concerned about your lil bro all alone in the idol world, in his eyes it just made you a good older sibling

but he wasn't expecting you to be so... carefree yet caring along with it

like how you tricked them all the day you met about scolding your brother

or how you'd help the dreamies (and johnny and taeil) prank each other then act like you had no clue what was going on once caught

or how you'd try dancing to nct's choreo when you visited the practise room and fail adorably yet pridefully every time

or how you'd help the kids with their homework when the other members were busy, even though he could see the pile of your own in your bag when you opened it to get your pencil case out

or how you offered to help him cook/clean despite not living there

or how you'd sneak in with the spare key they'd given you when you knew they were out all day and would come home exhausted, only to find the laundry done and folded, dinner portioned in the fridge and you snoring sweetly on the sofa at 3am

or how you'd basically become a part of that crazy (still not so) little family

or how he'd pretty much seemed to have fallen in love with you without even realising it

it hit him suddenly though

one night, you'd texted him to say you wouldn't be able to make it to dinner at the dorm tonight because you'd been called into work

and he was disappointed, sure, but work was work and he admired your ability to support yourself in the city

he looked around at everyone at dinner and realised how much he missed your laugh, and your witty comments, and your habit of scolding your brother for talking with his mouth open

and wow... how did this person become so important to him so quickly??

so dinner had been cleaned up and everyone was chilling/in bed when he gets a text

"hey tae i know its really late and i know you told me not to but i missed the last bus so i started walking home from work and i think someone's following me. i know it's probably nothing but we should've listened to yuta when he said not to watch that horror move last night and i'm scared"

and this feeling just swells up inside him

this need, to protect you, to find you and never let you out of his sight again

and before he knows it he's shoving on a hoodie and sneakers and shutting the apartment door softly behind him, texting simply a "where are you?" in reply

never mind it's like one in the morning, and he's kinda angry because he told you he didn't like you walking home alone late at night, but that's just fuelling him more

you tell him you're a few streets away from your apartment and the boy just does a complete 180 and starts running in the other direction

he comes to a stop at the beginning of her street, panting a little

and then he sees you

tired? i don't know her??

you're standing under a street lamp and you're shivering and before he knows what he's doing he's tugging you into his chest and holding on for dear life

you scream but then you recognise the cologne and the set of arms wrapped around you and you relax, hugging him back and burying your face in his chest

and all that built up tension and terror from being alone in the cold and dark leaves you

bc taeyong's here, he came to your rescue

"i'm sorry" you keep mumbling, and eventually he pulls back to look you in the eye

"stop it. yeah i'm a little mad you put yourself in danger, but right now i don't care. i'm just glad you're okay"

and you nod, looking down at your feet

and then you start giggling

and he's like wtf

now he's genuinely concerned something's wrong with you

"your shoes don't match"

and he looks down at his feet to see that, in his haste to get to you, he'd put on very mismatching sneakers

and yeah, that is kinda funny

so you're both standing under this street lamp at half one in the morning, after he'd run from the dorms to make sure you were safe, laughing over the fact that he had on one bright orange sneaker and one black and green

and you both look up at each other at the same time

and he stares into your eyes (which happens quite often now he thinks of it... you two always seem to be subconsciously seeking each other out)

and he just knows it: he's in love with you

#l havent written in ages forgive me if its terrible #nct scenarios #taeyong scenarios #nct #lee taeyong #taeyong #neo culture technology #nct imagines #taeyong imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

[ofmcna-blog]

( baby !! angel !! my belOVED ! )

HEY BABES !! i’m kat, i’m 19 ( and i never fucking learned how to read !! ) and i’m so excited for this rp to open ! the concept is.. wow i love ?? especially with this messy, sad bitch i’ll introduce in a sec fajdslk. but i’m a k*rd supremacist, i haven’t gotten pcy’s verse in going crazy outta my head in days, i’ll always love parks and rec, and i’ve had three instances of deja vu so far today and it’s got me rly fucked up. i’m also from the ( weirdest fucking tz.. get it together nl ) gmt-2:30 tz if you’re wondering, which i doubt but still lmao. anyways, onto the opposite of my precious meme queen !! also, if you would rather plot over d*scord bc it’s easiest for me if i’m being honest, mine is FUCK ME UP S*WOO#2030 ( take out the asterisk and replace with an o, don’t want random fans adding me fjadsl ) ok ok now onto mona !!

i was gonna add my app for her here but i’m too lazy to make it all lowercase so fuck that jfkadls

ok mona jiyu choi, born and raised in toronto, ontario, aged 21 ( haven’t figured out her birthday yet so i’ll let you know what her signs are later lmao ), certified mess™

labelled the despondent which you’ll understand shortly ofc

born into a more affluent family, her dad was an ada and her mom a rising executive in a marketing firm, she was an only child and spent most of her days with her nanny and her neighbours’ kid — who was a rl fucking brat btw, atrocious, a mess, god

she was a fairly timid but happy-go-lucky kid, always a little nervous meeting new people but would immediately open up once you got ast that initial barrier

was fairly smart as well, her mom saw a lot of potential in her from a young age to make something of herself and was super encouraging, so was her dad

and it’s worth mentioning that while her parents didn’t have a lot of free time, they always tried to make it for her, they aren’t your basic neglectful rich parents but they are.. a bit much as of recently

anyways, so she grew up quite content all things considered, was well-mannered, enjoyed knowing that she was able to have whatever she wanted but never rly exercised that until she was older, just an overall p chill girl

also her parents divorced when she was sixteen and thankfully it was amicable and they're still good friends so !! that trope didn't fuck her over so moving on

but upon entering uni, pressured into joining her parents’ alma mater, she came to realize that they were, for a lack of better words, grooming her to become just like her mother — who had worked her way to being ceo of her company abt four years prior

and while becoming a high ranking employee for a business that she would be passionate abt was something she was here for, that’s not the direction she seemed to be heading in

her mom is.. quite hard-headed, dictatorial in some ways, and mona’s major, residence and co-op programs were all decisions that she had talked her into, bc it would make mona’s life easier and so she could hand over the reins to an heir

and bc of that, mona slowly became more closed-off, she felt rly unhappy but knew that fighting her mom on these things would be useless, so her complaints always went ignored

it’s all kinda hard to explain tbh, but she’ll tell you straight up that the second worst moment in her life was being accepted into marketing, and that the worst was the day that she let her mother dictate her future in every aspect

which was also the day that she gave her mom’s business partner’s son a chance just to appease her and keep her quiet

she does care for the boy, he has his life together and is very kind and driven, but she isn’t in love with him and that's perhaps the last thing to make her feel completely lost and displeased with herself

now they’ve been together for almost four years and she knows he’s going to propose soon; and while she doesn’t want this to happen, she’s all but accepted that this would be her life once she was no longer that happy, carefree child: appeasing others, feeling restricted, wishing she were someone else, somewhere else

entering the virtual world at complete random had her mortified, she didn’t know where the hell she was or what she was doing, but sooner or later she realized that here, she had the liberties she felt that she lacked and that had her intrigued

soon enough, she was dyeing her hair purple ( bc pls, purple!jisoo is a gift ), frequenting somewhat immoral places for the adventure and sleeping in past noon, something she hadn’t done in years

so now, coming to grips with the fact that here, she doesn’t have that looming engagement or her mother’s overbearing nature weighing her down, she can rediscover the girl that she once was in peace

PERSONALITY AND OTHER SHIT

a rly sad bean ok ??

like she’s discontent on so many levels and doesn’t rly know who she is anymore

that being said, she was a pessimist back in the real world, worn down by commitments and super indifferent abt many things

like she didn’t care if she got hit by a car, mugged, anything — it just felt like another bearable inconvenience to an already exhausting life

blunt, a bit jaded and vexing, just a v odd, negative girl ??

lost a lot of respect for her mom even if she still loves her, this whole thing made her bitter towards the older woman and even others ?? so she feels a bit guilty abt not wanting to go back even after all of that madness just after high school

here, she’s emerging from the cold hard exterior she’d seen slowly build itself up and desensitize her, she’s more fun-loving and becoming increasingly outgoing as time drags on

um

i had more to work with i swear

but i hadn’t expected this to open for intros and shit tonight so i’m just ???

i’ll make a follow-up tomorrow evening when i set up a proper plots page bc it’S LATE AND I HAVE TO BLOWDRY MY HAIR STILL !!

also just.. someone show her love, happiness, passion, creativity, all that good stuff again bc she misses it so much

so that’s mo in super simple terms, just hmu here or on d*scord if you wanna plot angels !!

#╳┊: — *taps mic* can you hear me ? •「 ooc. 」 #virtualintro #i'm around for a couple of hours i think !! but yeah it's late here and i have work at 8:30 so

[spacednp]

Okay (Part 2)

MULTICHAPTERED VAMPIRE AU BASED LIGHTLY OFF OF PLACENTAANDLLAMA’s FIC COMING OF AGE (WITH PERMISSION)

TW: blood, gore, angst? kinda? Phil's pretty dominant of Dan... just read it bc the bit of BAMF!Phil makes it so it'll be good lol also Dan's such a bottom in this oml (no smut tho srry)

WC: 12k for the entire fic

Dan awoke in an unbelievably soft silk bed, covered in a heavy duvet that he knew wasn't his bed at home. He stirred sleepily, not really having the will to sit up. Then he remembered the events leading up to his falling asleep, or more like being knocked out. He sat up quickly and groaned at his headache. It was like a hangover only thirty times worse. His eyes adjusted rather quickly to his surroundings.

He was in a rich looking bedroom in a large bed that he could roll around in. There was two dressers and two doors, one that was open and looked as if it led to the bathroom and one that was obviously locked. There was no windows but there was a mirror on the far side of the room that Dan could see his reflection in. His hair was a mess. There was also a coffee table, two comfortable looking chairs and a bookshelf. There was two rugs, one under the bed and nightstands next to it and one under the chairs, bookshelf and coffee table. Dan noticed a note on the nightstand closest to him so he leaned over to pick it up, ignoring the aching in his joints.

Dan,

Went to training for lower Levels. Be back soon.

-Phil

That was it. No 'sorry for knocking you out' or 'sorry for kidnapping you' or 'sorry for forcing you to be my mate'. Nothing that showed he cared even remotely about Dan or his wellbeing. He left Dan to fend for himself. Dan was sure Phil knew that Dan felt like he'd been hit by a train, and then a bus. He just didn't care. Comforting.

Dan decided to stop feeling sorry for himself and check out some of the books in the bookshelf. They were all about vampires. He grabbed a random one and flipped to a random page. Of course it was on mating. It wasn't like the sexual reproduction unit he went through in science class, no, it was different.

If one doesn't complete the mating ritual by Level Four, the possibility with mating with one of their species is impossible. In order to mate after Level Four xhe must mate with one of the human species.

Dan took a moment to let that sink in. Before Level Four seemed to be the ideal mating age, but why didn't Phil mate before? It would of prevented the entire situation. Dan was confused, but he thought he understood that concept enough from those few sentences, so he skipped to the next page, still on mating.

If a vampire doesn't mate by the time they reach Level Five, xhe will grow weaker with each moon. Eventually xhe will be too weak to be of use to the clan. At any point of a vampire being in Level Five the clan may choose between three options to prevent this situation:

•Visit the nearest city and clam a suitable human for the vampire •Put the vampire to rest •Exile

These are the only options the clan has as it is against The Code to have a useless member in the clan. All members, unless pregnant, nursing, seriously injured or training, must contribute at least one Job a moon. If a member fails to do so, their clan must perform one of the above.

If a clan fails to do so, therefore breaking The Code, they will be forced into disbandment, resulting in all former members to become Loners or join a new clan.

Dan wondered if this was something he shouldn't be looking at. Was it even his right to know? Of course it was, that was a ridiculous question. He was just educating himself, right? No harm in that. Anyway, even if Phil did get upset with Dan, it wasn't like he was going to do anything too drastic, he needed Dan. If not, he'd been in a bad situation. Dan decided to keep looking through the book, flipping through the pages, reading random things.

Dan learned that a clan was just a group of vampires that chose to live together, which apparently was the most ideal way to live. Loners were vampires that decided clan life wasn't for them/got exiled/clan got disbanded. While Loners weren't all necessarily evil, it was frowned upon as they didn't all follow The Code, which was a set of laws all vampires must follow, which including things like not harming humans unless it was absolutely necessary for survival/training. Apparently killing a set number of humans was required to reach Level Five, which was the highest 'level' of training a vampire could achieve. Dan recalled that Phil was a Five and shivered at the thought of his not-consensual-but-still-future-mate being a killer. Most clans only had a few Fives though there were a few exclusive clans that was comprised only of Fives. Jobs were just assignments that needed to be done for the good of the clan and moons were months, but Dan figured that much. That was all Dan could find before the sound of the door opening made him jump.

"You're awake," Phil commented as he walked into the room. He shut the door behind him, making sure it was locked before sticking the golden key into his pocket. Dan couldn't help but notice how exhausted Phil looked. Dan didn't think vampires needed sleep, but it appeared he was wrong. Phil's steps were heavy and looked forced. His face was sunken and there were bags under his eyes. He was dressed in a black tee shirt, dark skinny jeans, and black high tops. Part of Dan was upset by how spent Phil looked, but then the rest of him didn't care because he hated the man. Hated him for what he did-and what he was going to do-to him, even though he knew it was something he had to do.

"No thanks to you," Dan retorted bitterly. He slammed the book shut, throwing it on the coffee table before leaning back into the hair he was sitting in. Phil sighed.

"You're so melodramatic," He scoffed, looking around the room, not meeting Dan's gaze. Dan narrowed his eyes at the vampire.

"I don't think so, you locked me up in a room God knows where while you did what? Training? The hell does that mean?" Dan near yelled, not fearing the blue eyes man in the least anymore. Dan was sassy, and well, a brat, he'd admit that. This case was no different than telling his mom off for yelling at him for failing a test he didn't study for.

"It means I was teaching younger clan members how to defend themselves," Phil rolled his eyes. "I'll have to train you soon as well," He walked over to the bed and plopped down, sitting on the side of the bed Dan slept on so he was facing the human.

"Well then do it! I wanna learn things!" Dan exclaimed, ignoring the part of him that despised Phil and everything associated with him. Phil chuckled lightly.

"Can't yet," He stated simply. Dan frowned, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Why not?" Dan whined. Phil gave Dan a crooked smile, the white gleam of his teeth showing slightly. Dan envied his teeth for a moment.

"Well for one, I haven't slept in weeks and I'm starting to get tired," Phil began. Dan thought that was an understatement but said nothing. "Second, you're not ready and third, I have jobs I need to do," Dan whined and pouter slightly.

"Do I get no privileges with having to be your mate?" Dan groaned. Phil laughed lightly.

"Not until the mating ritual begins, which I'm dreading by the way," Phil said weakly. Dan couldn't help but notice how calm and relaxed Phil was being. He didn't seem like someone-er... something-on death row.

"Why? Am I not good enough to mate with?" Dan asked sarcastically. He knew he was decent on the eyes, or at least he'd been told so on multiple occasions, but it didn't help his ego. In fact, it probably added to his little attitude problem.

"Eh, I just really don't want a repeat of last-never mind," Phil shook his head and looked away from Dan. Dan furrowed his eyebrows and uncrossed his arms to push himself out of the chair. He walked over to where Phil sat and crossed his arms again, looking at him expectantly.

"Continue," Dan commanded, sass lacing his voice. He still hated Phil, after all. Phil cocked an eyebrow at Dan, who didn't look intimating in the least with his messy brown hair and Pokémon pajamas.

"Oh? You think you can boss me around, hm?" Phil questioned, his voice dropping an octave. Dan felt his stomach sink and his knees buckled. A voice wasn't supposed to effect him that much, what was wrong with him? Dan nodded once, swallowing at the lump in his throat that prevented him from speaking. "Well, we'll have go work on that attitude if yours, won't we?" Dan almost felt sick at the thought, but in a sick way it excited him. God, a vampire threaten him wasn't supposed to excite him. Dan had a problem.

Before Dan knew what was happening Phil had him pinned to the comfortable bed, holding both his wrists with a single hand. His legs were on either side of Dan's hips. Phil was dangerously close to Dan's face, to the point where he felt his breath when he spoke. Phil still smelt like vanilla and Dan was sick of the sent. He hopped getting pinned by Phil wouldn't become a natural occurrence. Phil brushed Dan's fringe out of his face gently with the hand that didn't hold his wrists, eyes scanning the boy's face.

"You're going to learn pretty soon who controls who, got it?" Phil breathed. Dan didn't responded, lump in his throats preventing it. Phil didn't like that. He tightened his grip on Dan, causing the boy under him to wince. "Got it?" He repeated harshly.

"Y-Yes Phil," Dan gasped, silently chiding himself for stuttering. Though it was pretty hard to not stutter when an actual vampire was pinning him down.

"Good boy," Phil sung, loosening his grip on Dan's wrist slightly. "The sooner you stop being such a brat, the sooner our training begins, got it?" Phil's voice had a sharp edge to it and it caused Dan to wither beneath him.

"Yes," Dan whispered, warm brown eyes glued to Phil's icy blue ones. Most of him hated this, but a small part of him loved it so much he didn't want it to end. Loved that side of Phil.

"Now, I have to sleep now, you'll be good, got it?" Phil hissed. It wasn't a question. He was telling Dan he got it, 'no' wasn't the right answer, and Dan knew that.

"Yes," Dan breathed, still watching Phil closely. Phil nodded before getting off of Dan. He crawled over to the opposite side of the bed than Dan slept on earlier and Dan realized that they would be sharing a bed. He didn't say anything though. He sat up slowly and watched Phil closely as he turned away from Dan and his breathing deepened.

Once Dan was sure Phil was asleep he stood up, going back to the book he was reading. He flipped to a random page. It was on mating again. Just his luck.

Vampires naturally dominate their mate, not only during reproduction but also in everyday activities. It is their way of showing ownership. This also includes the short time in between choosing a mate and beginning the mating ceremony, which begins soon after the vampire deems their mate ready to begin training.

Dan furrowed his eyebrows at the page before looking up at Phil nervously. He felt like a teen girl hiding smutty fan fiction from her parents. He figured Phil was still sleeping and looked back to the page.

Mating must be consensual to some degree. If a vampire must make their mate comfortable. If not, it is against The Code and is punishable by exile.

Dan shook his head. He'd never agree to mating with Phil. But the training thing excited him enough for him to decide he wasn't going to try and run away, so maybe he would agree to be Phil's mate because of Phil was a Five, it meant there was lots of things he could teach to Dan. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise, maybe mating with Phil wasn't the worst thing in the world.

However, it wasn't really worth never seeing his family again. He loved them, but he didn't love Phil. At the time, Dan despised Phil. Tears clouded Dan's eyes as he looked down at the book. The once crystal clear text began to blur into a black and white blob as tears started to drip onto the yellowing paper. He'd never see his mother again, nor his father, or his brother. Never wake up to Mum cooking pancakes. Never laugh as his father tried in vain to explain sports to him. Never help his brother with homework at the dinning room table. All of that was ripped from him. He loved his family. Would he ever feel that way about Phil? Probably not. Could he enjoy Phil at times and appreciate him as a person? Perhaps, one day, many years in the future.

Dan wiped at his face, slapping his cheeks lightly to get himself to calm down. There was nothing he could do about his situation, best to not cry over spilled milk. It was bound to happen, he'd have to make to most of it. Dan wasn't really tired and he had just woken up, but he forced himself to set down the book and walk over to the bed Phil slept in and lay down on the other side, back facing Phil's.

He thought about his family until he finally drifted off to sleep, matching his breathing to Phil's.

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