#either way I can’t even draw him without blushing

[acatalystrising]

Someone needs to take photoshop away from me…I was working on some Boba profile sketches for ✨reasons✨ and because of a certain trend I’ve noticed of people drawing him with an undercut I tried my hand at it and, well, HELP!

(Now keep in mind, I LOVE Boba as he is and due to the sarlacc acid it’s highly unlikely he’d grow enough hair back for this, BUT I have a weakness for undercuts so this is purely for the hell of it lol.)

#seriously I always forget I draw things #and that I legit have the power to draw whatever I want #and in this case it’s always Boba okay #and he’d totally rock an undercut because he’s dramatic but also practical #either way I can’t even draw him without blushing #you can send help but I think I’m beyond saving lollll #boba fett #book of boba fett #boba fett fanart #tbobf fanart #my artwork #acatalystrising art

[atlaswav]

FIRESIDE ✦

INFO: atla jet x gn! reader drabble, 1.4k words...... (bad writing i'm not proud💀) SYNOPSIS: you're the damsel in distress that falls for your saving grace. or: delusion WARNINGS: tiny bit of blood AUTHOR'S NOTE: not proof read (it wasn't supposed to be this long), I wrote this post without making it a proper fic to make up for the lack of jet fanfictions anywhere please take my contribution 😞 listen to fireside by the arctic monkeys 👍

You're a travelling merchant dealing in handmade weapons. Your craft is passed down in your family, and you recently left your hometown on your own for the first time to travel to Ba Sing Se to make a living there.

The day you two first met, you'd been on your horse all day, dragging behind you a creaky stand containing your life’s worth of materials and weapons (rattling with each step – it was beginning to grate on your nerves) with no signs of the glaring sun easing on your weary limbs. So when the forest suddenly falls far too silent for your liking, you don’t even notice in your heat stricken malady.

It’s only when a group of bandits abruptly seizes the reins of your horse, sawing loose your saddle straps when you realise you’re under attack. But by then, they’re already beginning to rifle through your belongings as you fall unceremoniously onto the hard dirt path, wincing as a bandit grabs you by the shoulders, pulling you up. 

You reach for the sword at your belt – the one that you crafted yourself under the guidance of your father once he’d deemed you skilled enough – but you didn’t even need to draw it before a bird call sounded amidst the cacophonous riot.

Emerging from the thick treeline, a band of – kids? Jumped out, wielding perilously sharp and comically large weapons for their ages and sizes. The bandits scoffed at their appearance, brandishing their vicious looking blades at the children who charged at them. 

Then the vice-like grip on your shoulders eased, and a hand appeared in the peripherals of your vision.

As you took the hand being offered – calloused and rough, yet warm – your saviour gave you a cursory glance, checking you for injury. When he finally met your gaze, you both froze in place.

Warm eyes, tanned skin, dark, unruly hair that loosely framed his face. In his other hand he held two long, hooked swords that gleamed in the harsh light. 

Jet couldn’t tell whether you were simply shocked or there was something wrong – either way, there was a fight surging around you, and there was no time for greetings and formalities.

(if you looked for any longer, you’d have seen the slight blush dusting his cheeks)

“Behind,” You had no time to process his meaning before he stepped in front of you, meeting the serrated blade of the bandit with his own weapons in a deafening clash of steel. You quickly drew your sword and slashed at the arm of another bandit whose club soared a high arc above Jet’s head, eliciting a howl of pain as they dropped the club onto the ground and scrambled for the trees.

You two seemed to make a pretty good pair. 

After the dust had settled, he offered you his flask of water, chest heaving, hair clinging to his forehead with perspiration, with a grin playing across his face.

“Thank you.” You take it, drinking your fill before capping the container. “But who are you?”

“We’re the freedom fighters.” His companions wave at you as they attempt to salvage the wreckage of your goods (which you supposed you should’ve also been doing, but you’d had a long day).

“And you?”

“They call me Jet.” he smiles, a glint in his eyes. “But you can call me whatever you want.”

I hate myself for writing that line but I can’t think of another thing for him to say

Anyway time skip a little, he showed you to the freedom fighter’s hideout, and you decide to pay them back for saving you by giving their weapons a little maintenance

They offer you further kindness by inviting you to stay for dinner, to which you accept – what choice did you have after the bandits spoiled most of your food on the ground?

You sharpen some swords, polish some daggers, and share a meal with the ragtag freedom fighters around the fire, laughing along with crude jokes shared about clumsy bandits. 

Then Jet comes up to you with his hooked swords hanging loosely from his grip – offering them to you for maintenance – and your curiosity gets the better of you.

“I’ve never seen anything like this before,” You observe the craftsmanship of his swords, testing their balance, running your finger along the blade’s hooked ends.

“Pretty neat, huh? They’re Tiger Blades. Traditional weapon.”

“Where’d you get them?”

“Stole it from a firebending soldier.”

You raised your eyebrows skeptically. “You fight off firebending soldiers regularly?”

A grin. “When the job calls for it.”

“That’s not… dangerous?”

“You’ve seen me fight, haven’t you?”

In the firelight, his eyes are alight with molten gold. 

“So your job isn’t just saving random people from bandits?”

He laughs, and the sound fills the air between you with warmth. 

“I wouldn’t say you’re a random person,” you look up, but his gaze is cast into the fire, unreadable. 

When he doesn’t say anything further, you sustain the silence, only rummaging through your bags to find another stone to sharpen his blade with before the thought occurs to you. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Ah, I’d rather not try to sharpen this blade. I don’t know how.” you attempt to hand it back, but he stops you.

“I can show you,” he leaves the unspoken question hanging in the air, watching you with a certain hopefulness in his eyes.

You nod wordlessly, and you hand him the stone, watching him tie his hair up. His brows furrow as he angles the blade, quickly running the stone along its edge. But you can’t focus on the blade – not really – as the firelight illuminates his features, basking them in a soft glow. 

“It’s not that hard – well it won’t be, for someone as experienced as you.” 

You’re grateful for the dim light, or he would’ve seen the blush highlighting your cheeks. 

“You just guide the stone along the edge as usual,” he absently says under his breath, “and use more force here.”

You nod blankly as he turns back to you, handing you the blade and the stone. 

“There you go.” 

You move to grab the handle of the blade, but your finger catches on its edge, drawing blood.

“Shit,” you lick the blood off your finger, wincing slightly as it rapidly flows out. 

“Sorry, I –”

“No, it’s not your fault. I wasn’t careful.” you shake your hand, grimacing at the throbbing pain. 

“Smellerbee, could you fetch the bandages?”

“What? Why me?”

“Just – do it. Please.”

Smellerbee grumbles something under his breath as he leaves.

You nurse your injured finger as it pulsates, face drawn in pain.

“You have a little something –” 

“Huh?” your gaze flickers between him and your finger, unsure of what he means. 

“Here,” his fingers graze your chin as he wipes off blood from your face – from the initial injury, when you tried to lick up the blood from your wound. 

Your face heats up as his touch lingers, skimming across your chin to your cheek. 

He’s utterly captivated, it seems. 

“Am I interrupting something?”

He snatches his hand away with a look of guilt, and you turn away. “Ah. Smellerbee.”

“...I’ll leave the bandages here.”

“Thanks.”

“.........Don’t mention it.”

He bandages your finger with deft movements. Neither of you speak a word, but nothing needs to be said. The tension between you is electric, and any onlooker can tell with a mere glance (especially after Smellerbee went and groaned about the two of you to Pipsqueak and Longshot).

After he bandages your finger, he gets up from his place at the fire. 

“You’re staying the night, right?” 

You nod.

“Smellerbee will show you to your tent.” your disappointment must be visible on your face, because he huffs a laugh. “I’m sorry I can’t. I have duties to attend to. But you’ll be here for breakfast, right?”

You nod. He seemed to have that speechless effect on you.

“Right then, uh, goodnight.” he smiles, appearing to hesitate for a moment before walking off. 

“You guys are gross.” Smellerbee mutters from beside you. 

“What?”

“Gross. Look at what you do to him. And don’t you give me that clueless look or I swear.”

Neither of you could sleep that night.

(but when you woke up there was a bright basket of fresh berries arranged with little flowers throughout it at the door of your tent. You can only wonder who sent it, and why there was a note reading “sorry about your finger, please let me make it up to you.”)

written by @atlaswav, published 3rd of March 2024

#atla #avatar the last airbender #atla live action #avatar the last airbender live action #jet atla #atla jet #jet x reader #jet drabble #it wasn't supposed to be this long #sebastian amoruso #sebastian amoruso is so MMHMETJAFK #jet #☁️. writing

[cannellee]

HII!!! i’m literally in LOVE with your alpha mikey hcs!!! (^ ^) what if mikey has a super sweet and cuddly omega that can’t help but want to cling to him 24/7, she just can’t get enough of him! whenever she sees him she releases her super strong n sweet pheromones and chirps loudly as she runs up to him, her heart is so full of love for her alpha it feels like it’s gonna explode!! every time she sees mikey she just swoons for him🩷

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha! mikey x omega! reader

— his reaction to a cute and extremely in love omega

my masterlist : ☆

(I looved writing this, this was such a cute idea. I hope I quite did what you had in mind!)

mikey would actually be ecstatic to have such a cute omega by his side! he's used to the harshness of his lifestyle and violent confrontations all the time, emma being his only source of warmth. mikey grows so attached to you and he lets you know it by how affectionate he is with you.

seeing you being so desperate for his attention, literally crawling over his laps just to get head pats and his eyes on you only, he feels all weird. it's still mind blowing that you reach for him in every occasion, look for him first in crowds and calls his name so happily like that.

he doesn't think he deserves all that love, you would be better off with a more gentle alpha, who doesn't have tons of enemies waiting for an opportunity to rip his throat off. someone who can give you a stable life and never worry you because of his night meetings he'd rather keep you out of.

still, he couldn't imagine his life without you in it. you're such a bundle of joy, your mellow voice and big doe eyes always do something to him. he never refuses any of your requests. you can hold his hands, play with his hair, ask for his food... everything is yours. he might crack a joke or too about how smitten you are, supposedly trying to make you shy, but you only nod excitedly and agree with a big yes. how cute is his omega.

mikey absolutely loves being the center of your life, despite what he tries to tell himself. he's aware your whole world revolves around him and he's thrilled to see your eyes always on him, even when you're in bigger groups. he would never take advantage of your attachment for him, but he does like to see you immediately cut one of your conversations short when he calls your name : watching you whip your head so fast in his direction, flashing him a big smile. he has that strange sense of purpose and pride every time you do, his chest feels so hot, why did you even take an interest in him when you're this precious and desirable? any alpha would kill for an omega like you.

and your scent... mikey doesn't think he has ever smelled something this good in his life. everything about you reminds him of home in the best ways possible. he can't believe he's the one drawing such a sweet scent out of you. it always amplifies in his presence, when he praises you, hugs you or kisses your temple. he can't get enough of it and he feels so lucky your pheromones never subside when you're together.

the adoration is mutual, you can't even imagine a life without mikey either. he's so strong and reliable, how can you not love him ? he teases you in ways only he can make you blush, pervert hands grabbing your ass or dirty promises in the crack of your ears. mikey feels really privileged to be able to touch and hold you in such ways, to be this intimate with you. he does things he would break another's arm's off for even imagining them.

he wants to protect that laugh of yours and wishes you will always look at him with heart eyes. he wants to make you feel safe and comfortable around him, no matter what he does outside.

he's quiet about his fondness for you, but he makes it up by snatching you up by the waist, carrying you in his arms, spending the day cuddling with you, literally breathing nothing but your pheromones. he never complains about your little 'outbursts' of affection towards him. he lets you grab his wrist - where his scent glands are - and rubs it all over yourself to smell just like him. or when you ask for his clothes : you actually don't even have to ask anymore, he'll let them on display in his room for you to take.

he loves you so much, he cherishes the fondness more than anything he has. he would go lengths to protect you and keep you safe, nobody should ever dare lay a hand on you or even wish to hurt you. mikey might not see himself as deserving of his adorable omega, but it doesn't mean he'll just let you slip away for another to win you over. he'll change for the best, he's sure that with your unconditional support he can do anything!

#cannelle★ #omegaverse tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers a/b/o #a/b/o tokyo revengers #alpha tokyo revengers #hybrid tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers hybrid #tokyo revengers omegaverse #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers headcanon #omega tokyo revengers #anime omegaverse #omega!reader #omegaverse anime #tokyo rev x reader #fluff tokyo revengers #mikey imagines #mikey x reader #alpha mikey #alpha!mikey #omegaverse mikey #mikey omegaverse #a/b/o mikey #abo mikey #mikey abo #alpha mikey x omega reader #omegaverse #tokyo revengers

[lustfulslxt]

What Are You Doing Step Sis? - Matt Sturniolo

summary : y/n and matt can’t keep the naughty thoughts out of their heads when matt helps her with her math. she tempts him, he gives in

warnings : step sibling kink, smut, swearing, 3rd person pov

a/n : again, i don't want to hear anything about how gross this is. THEY'RE NOT RELATED!!!!!!!! if you're not into this, keep scrolling! x

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It's been a good hour of Y/N staring at the man in front of her. Every word he said about anything even closely relating to the subject at hand went in one ear and out the other. She couldn't help but take in all of his features, indulging in the beauty of him. There was no denying the attraction Y/N felt towards Matthew. His innocence simply made her want to freak him.

His long slender fingers scrolling through the pages before them, tapping alongside the edges of the paper, flicking the pencil up and down. The veins in his hand prominently protruding, practically causing her to salivate in front of him. The way he would furrow his eyebrows in concentration, his tongue licking his inner cheek. His pink lips puckering and twisting every so often.

Without a doubt in her mind, Y/N was sure Matthew wasn't so innocent underneath the layers of the 'good little son' facade that he portrayed. He played the act very well, but she could see right through him. Imagining what he's truly like underneath had her clenching her thighs from the thoughts alone.

"Y/N, are you even listening?" His voice snapped her from her trance. "How am I supposed to help you if you aren't paying attention?"

She frowns, "I am paying attention!"

"To what?" He chuckles, his white teeth sparkling in the glowing light from her bedside lamp. "It sure isn't what I'm trying to teach you."

"Fair." She smirks, "You're distracting!"

He gapes at her, "I'm distracting? I'm literally talking about quadratic equations."

Y/N bites her lip to prevent her smile from growing. She shrugs, innocently staring up into his eyes. He clears his throat and breaks eye contact with her, ushering her to pay attention to the books before them. Y/N leans closer to him, directing her attention to the laid-out textbooks. She can hear his breath slightly hitch at their close proximity, causing her to grin to herself.

"Okay, continue." She speaks.

He clears his throat once more, shaking his head. "Right."

He can't lie, there's something about her that draws him in. He's so captivated by everything about her. Her sweet voice that he wants to hear in a different setting. Her glowing skin that he just wants to paint with his seed. Her soft hair that he just wants to wrap around his hand. Her body that curves in all the right places, oh, how he just wants to make it shake with orgasm after orgasm.

Y/N feels the same way. It doesn't take a genius to know Matt's a freak in the sheets. Her desire for him only grows more and more each day, tempting her to give in to the fantasy in her head. She struggles to control herself sometimes. Being stepsiblings doesn't help either, the thought of sneaking around with him turns her on.

A few days ago, she asked him to tutor her. She was failing math, and she didn't want to have to retake the class next year. He's a year older, so a year ahead as well, and he was the perfect person to help her, seeing as he's crazy smart. Sure, she really wanted to pass, but she couldn't help but daydream about naughty things every time he helped her.

"You're not a virgin, are you?" Y/N randomly asks, catching Matt off guard.

He coughs a little, choking on the built-up saliva from her being in his presence. "What?!"

"Oh, come on." She glances at him, noticing the faint blush spread across his cheeks. "It's just a question."

It's silent for a moment, the only sound being Matt's pencil dragging across the paper, leaving traces of lead behind. Y/N watches as his eyebrows furrow in thought, his lips twisting at the same time.

"I'm not." He answers, his voice quiet but firm.

She grins in response, "You're a slut, aren't you?"

His mouth falls open, his eyes wide. From the sudden bizarre question, the pencil falls from his fingers and hits the floor. Before he can grab it, she holds her hand up.

"I'll get it." She says in a sultry voice.

She places her hand on his upper thigh, using it as support as she leans down. Her ass slightly lifts up with her movement, the straps from her thong showing from beneath her shorts. Matt can't help but stare at the strings gripping onto her hips so perfectly. He wishes he could replace them with his hands as he takes her from behind.

She grabs the pencil and pops back up, holding it in between their faces. She can see his cheeks growing darker, his lips glistening with saliva from licking them as he stared at her behind. She smirks at him, grabbing his hand with her opposite one, guiding him to take the pencil from her, since he's just staring.

"Right. Sorry." He mutters, visibly shaking his head.

He grabs a textbook and places it over his lap, covering the slight bulge. His action doesn't go unseen, causing Y/N to smirk even more. Definitely a slut.

"Where were we?" She asks, her doe eyes gazing into his.

She'd look so innocent and sexy on her knees, staring into his eyes with his cock sliding down her throat. Her pretty luscious lips wrapped snugly around him, drool dripping from the corners of her mouth. Her small, manicured fingers placed onto his thighs as she gracefully let him shove his cock in and out of her.

"What are you thinking about, hm?" Her voice snaps him from his thoughts.

He looks like a deer in headlights, eyes wide like he's been caught. He quickly recomposes himself, "What's the difference between a mathematical sentence versus a mathematical expression?"

She groans, falling back onto her bed. "You're no fun."

He intently watches the way her boobs bounce with her movement, and the way her shirt lifts up to expose her stomach. He closes his eyes, deeply inhaling to calm himself down. She's not even doing much, and he's getting so worked up, but he knows she knows what she's doing.

"You asked me to tutor you, that's what I'm doing." He responds, firmly.

"Fair enough." She mutters, allowing them to get back to the subject at hand.

-

Another hour or so goes by, both of them strictly focusing on math. They both had internal struggles, wanting nothing more than to toss the books away and go at it on the bed. It's the simplest things that the both of them do, driving one another insane.

"Alright, we'll stop here." Matt says, closing the book he had.

Y/N pouts, "Already?"

He chuckles, "It's been two hours. We can start back up tomorrow."

She huffs, nodding in agreement. She really didn't want him to go. "Wanna stay and watch a movie?"

He gives her a look, like he knows what's on her mind, yet still shrugs. "Sure. Let me take a quick shower first."

"Okay, I'll take one too. Just come back in here when you're done." She says.

The two get up, Matt going to his room, Y/N packing away her school supplies. She feels giddy, knowing he's coming back to her room to watch a movie with her. She quickly grabs her a change of clothes and tosses them on her bed, before heading to the bathroom down the hall. Since Matt's older, their parents agreed he could have the bedroom with the conjoined bathroom. It didn't seem fair to Y/N, but she had no say in it.

After shutting herself in the bathroom, she got her shower started and began removing her clothes. Before she could get in, soft knocks sounded through the door. She grinned to herself, knowing her and Matt are the only one's home. Without a second thought, she opens the door, revealing her fully nude body.

"Holy shit." Matt breathes, unable to keep his eyes from trailing over every inch of her. He quickly catches himself and puts a hand over his eyes. "Why wouldn't you cover up?"

"I'm about to get in the shower." She states in an obvious tone. "Need something?"

"My speaker." He states, keeping his hand firmly placed over his eyes to block his vision.

She opens the door wider, trying to let him inside. When she doesn't say anything, he peeks through his hand, only to see her still standing there, naked. His breath hitches before he closes his hand and slowly attempts to walk towards the sink with no sight. Y/N smirks, walking over to the sink and grabs the speaker for him. Unbeknownst to Matt, she's now directly in front of him. He reaches his hand out, accidentally grazing the soft skin right below her chest.

"Oh my god." He mutters, breathless. He quickly yanks his hand back, grazing over her hard nipple in the process. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be." She whispers, "I liked it."

He drops the hand covering his eyes and stares at her. His cheeks grow hotter, his dick twitching at the sight before him. She looks like a goddess. He's frozen in his spot as he towers over her. She looks so innocent, but he knows it's all an act. She can't help but clench around nothing as she gazes up at him. He's so fucking hot, staring down at her like he wants her for his next meal.

"Here you go." She says, her voice barely audible.

He quickly grabs the speaker and turns around, practically running out of the bathroom. He's got a problem that he needs to go fix. Y/N lets out a soft chuckle, returning to her previous task. She gets in the shower, washing up as she's eager to get out and have a movie night with Matt.

While Matt's in the shower, his mind keeps going back to the sight of Y/N naked in front of him. She looked so good, and it's going straight to his dick. Her plump breasts sitting just right on her chest, her nipples poking out. He just wants to grip her tits, sucking and biting all over them. He wants her thick thighs to wrap around his head as he devours her pussy, his tongue gliding all over it, inside and out. Fuck. His dick began throbbing, needy for some kind of stimulation.

After pondering for a moment, he wraps his hand around it and shudders from the sensation. Slowly, he began pumping his hand, squeezing and twisting along the way. His thumb occasionally rubs over his tip, causing him to gasp at the pleasure. His arm flexes, speeding up its pace, jerking his cock with desperation. Flashes of Y/N naked run through his mind again, egging him on. What he would do to be able to get his hands on her.

He tosses his head back, a throaty moan emitting from his mouth. Precum dribbles from his red tip, he rubs his thumb back over it, spreading it around. He can't help but think about how pretty she is, and what she would look like sprawled out for him, legs spread wide open just for him. How wet he could get her, her pretty, pink pussy dripping with arousal. Watching her clench around nothing, desperate for him to fuck her.

His grip tightens around his cock, eliciting another groan from his throat. He can feel his release coming soon. Suddenly, he's very aware that he's touching himself to his stepsister, and quickly stops.

"What am I doing?" He groans and quickly turns the faucet, the hot water instantly running ice cold as it hits him.

He shakes his head, ridding it of the naughty thoughts of the girl in the room next door. He continues on with his shower, quickly washing up just to be in the same room as her again.

Once Y/N finishes her shower, she shuts the water off and wraps herself in her towel. Turning the light off, she heads back to her room. When she notices Matt's bedroom door open, she slows her pace, strutting pass the room. Inside, Matt sees her and feels his stomach tighten. That shower was no good for him, having denied himself of his incoming orgasm, he's now on edge. The way her body is covered in pellets of water, each drop glistening in the hallway light, only makes it harder on him.

When Y/N gets to her room, she quickly dries off and tosses her towel in the hamper. She slips on a clean thong, topping her bottom with the smallest pair of shorts she owns. Lastly, she pulls on small baby tee, purposely not wearing a bra. Just as she pulls it over her head, a couple of knocks sound through her door before it slowly opens.

"You decent this time?" Matt asks, and that's when she notices his eyes are closed.

She giggles, "Yes, Matthew."

"Just making sure." He chuckles, "Don't want a repeat of earlier?"

"You don't?" She asks in a seductive tone, her eyes submissively staring up into his.

He goes to respond, but no words come out. His mouth runs dry as he gazes down at her. He can see her nipples poking through her shirt and he just wants to wrap his lips around them.

He clears his throat, "Don't do that."

"Don't do what?" She whispers, stepping closer to him.

She can see him gulp, nervous from their close proximity. Even though he tries to hide it, she knows what he wants. She can practically see the sweat dripping down his forehead. Her hand runs up his arm, goosebumps rising along with it. Unfortunately for her, he takes a step back.

"That." He forces out. "Don't do that."

She shrugs, a smile playing on her lips. She motions to her bed, letting him pass her to take a seat. He sits on the left side, leaning against the headboard as he lays his legs out. She saunters over to her dresser that her TV sits on, bending over to make sure it's plugged in, even though she knows it is. She just wants to tease him.

And it works. Matt's breath catches in his throat for what feels like the millionth time tonight. His eyes burning holes into her behind. The shorts she's wearing leave nothing to imagine as they ride up her ass, hugging her center that peeks from between her legs. Imagining his cock prod against her entrance, he feels himself growing beneath his sweatpants. Matt quickly grabs one of her extra pillows and places it on his lap, folding his hands on top of it. When Y/N turns around, she instantly notices the pillow and smirks to herself, knowing what he's hiding.

She gets on the right side of the bed, but lies on her stomach at the opposite end, her feet closer to the top of the bed and her head at the end. Her hand takes the remote and flicks through Netflix, browsing for something to watch. Matt stares at the TV intently, forcing himself to keep his eyes there instead of wandering like they so badly want to.

"This, okay?" She asks, glancing back at him. 

He nods, not caring what they watch for he won't be able to pay attention to it.

Y/N clicks play and lets the fun begin. Matt's eyes involuntarily fall to her plump ass that's basically in his face. He wants to reach out and grip the plush skin, massaging it. He can't help but imagine himself removing her clothing and spreading her cheeks, letting a long string of saliva fall in between and drip down her core. He imagines himself rubbing her folds, mixing his spit in with her own juices, his fingers putting pressure wherever she needs it. He thinks about the erotic sounds she would make from his touches. His dirty thoughts only cause his dick to grow even more.

Suddenly, Y/N hitches her left leg up, her knee now beside her waist, perfectly exposing her clothed pussy. Matt has to suppress the moan that threatens to leave his mouth from the sight. She's driving him crazy. Y/N subtly shifts her hips, and Matt can't take his eyes away. The piece of clothing that is supposed to cover her up isn't doing a very great job, seeing as it's now pulled to the side a bit, revealing the smallest glimpse of her pussy.

Without thinking, Matt slides his hand underneath the pillow and grasps at his clothed cock. He's rock hard already. He slightly palms himself, his eyes boring into the girl lying in front of him.

"Not really sure I'm getting into this." Y/N's voice suddenly rings through the air, causing Matt to halt his movement as they lock eyes.

"D-do you want to put on something else?" He asks, his breath rather choppy.

She rolls onto her back, putting her knees up so she's spread just for him. "Or we could just talk."

Matt can't tear his eyes away from her center, yearning to remove the fabric covering it and dive in. He licks his lips, his teeth tugging on bottom one as he tries to control himself.

"Come down here with me." She speaks, pulling him from his thoughts.

He takes a deep breath before crawling down beside her. He lays on his side to prevent himself from crushing his hard on. He props himself up on his elbow, his hand holding his head as he faces her. She turns to look at him and smiles.

"Do you think we would've ever met if our parents never got together?" She asks.

"I don't know. Maybe." He answers, his eyes never leaving her face.

"We do go to the same school." She adds, "I'd like to think we would've."

He whispers back, "Me too."

She takes his free hand and plays with his fingers. He's desperately trying to make his erection go away, but to no avail, it's as hard as ever. Luckily for him, she hasn't noticed it. Yet.

"Do you ever wish our parents never met?" She questions, staring deeply into his eyes, trying to read every emotion.

"I don't know. Do you?"

She sighs, dropping his hand which so happens to fall on her chest. He tenses but can't bring himself to pull away. He can feel her heartbeat below his palm, the heat of her skin engulfing his hand. She loves the feeling of his hand on her, but still wishes the piece of clothing wasn't keeping them from being skin to skin.

She moves her leg slightly, accidentally brushing against his dick. His breathing comes to a stop from the contact, and he prays she doesn't feel how hard he is, but she does. However, she chooses not to speak on it. She only grins to herself as she moves her leg back to where it was, her heels below her ass, her center on show. After thinking for a second, she brings her hand down and places it on his cock, causing him to gasp.

"What are you doing?"

"Hmm?" She hums, innocently.

"W-what are you doing?" He repeats.

She locks eyes with him, "Do you want me to stop?"

His mouth parts as she begins to palm him. His eyes flutter close for just a second before they open and his hand wraps around her wrist. "No, but you probably should."

Despite what he says, he doesn't move her hand. She grabs him through his sweats, moving in a jerking motion. He bites down on his bottom lip, desperate to not make a sound, but the slightest touch from her feels so good. With her free hand, she removes his hand that’s on her wrist and moves it to her core.

"Fuck." He groans, feeling the heat of her on his hand.

"Want to?" She smirks, causing his eyes to widen.

"W-we can't." He stutters, shaking his head.

She only continues palming him through his sweatpants. "Then why haven't you moved your hand?"

"Because I don't want to." He chokes out, applying pressure to her pussy.

She lets a small moan slip, enjoying the feeling. The noise she lets out seems to go right through him, because he's suddenly pressing down harder as he cups her, eliciting another delicious sound from her. As if he can't help it, he's rubbing his palm into her, causing her to buck her hips. Her grip on his covered cock tightens, desperate to make him feel good.

"We shouldn't be doing this." He grunts out, thrusting into her hand.

She moans as he continues rubbing her through her shorts. "Then stop."

"I can't." He croaks out, suddenly hovering over her with his crotch pressed into hers. "You drive me fucking crazy."

With that, he smashes his lips onto hers in a hot and needy kiss. He grinds down into her, moans coming from both of them. His hand grips her throat as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss. He thrusts into her again, causing her to gasp from the sensation. He takes the opportunity to shove his tongue in her mouth, exploring it. Their tongues dance together, soft and wet.

His mouth moves from hers and onto her neck. Her breathing grows erratic as she pants in his ear, the feeling of his lips working her sensitive skin getting the best of her. She's been waiting for this moment ever since she laid eyes on him.

He can't get enough of her. Her honey vanilla scent floods his senses as he buries his face into the crook of her neck. Her soft skin tastes sweet under his tongue as he licks and sucks the skin. His teeth graze over it, nibbling down to leave behind bruises. He continues down her shoulder, leaving open mouthed kisses. He leaves a wet trail of saliva in his wake, Y/N moaning at the feeling.

"God, I want you so bad." He moans against her as his sucks on her collarbone.

"T-take me." She breathes out, arching her back into him.

He lifts up her shirt, revealing her supple breasts. It only takes a mere second for his mouth to return to her, licking up from her navel to the valley of her breasts. She continuously whines underneath him. His mouth licks down her boob, taking her nipple in his mouth and harshly sucking on it. His hands run up her body, caressing all over her curves. His fingers tweak her opposite nipple, pinching it, eliciting a high-pitched moan from her.

"Sound so fucking pretty." He groans, moving his mouth to the opposite nipple, trading places with his hand.

She suddenly pushes him back, sitting up while doing so. He looks at her with a questioning glance. She quickly removes her shirt, so, he does the same. As soon as the pieces of clothing hit the floor, she's pressed back into the bed with him on top of her, their lips reuniting. Their kiss is feverish, teeth clashing, panting into one another's mouths.

"Are we really doing this?" He breathes.

"Please." She begs in a whine. "I need you, Matthew."

His eyes practically roll back into his head from the sound of her moaning his name. His fingers poke into the waistband of her shorts, swiftly pulling them and her panties down in one go. Yanking them off of her feet, he tosses them aside. Spreading her legs, he groans at the sight between them. Just as he expected.

Her pretty pink pussy glistens with juices, clenching, ready to be filled. His hands wrap around the outside of her thighs, his lips meeting the inner parts. He trails soft kisses along the skin, fueling her arousal. His lips nip at her thighs, teasing her, leaving her whining for more.

"Fuck, don't tease." She pleads, bucking her hips.

He chuckles, before finally complying, eager to taste her. He pokes his tongue out, dragging it from her sopping entrance up to her aching clit, pulling a long moan from her mouth. His tongue glides over every inch of her pussy, sucking in her juices.

"God, you taste so fucking good, baby."

Her hands grip his hair, tugging as she arches her back at his words. He moans into her center, sending vibrations through her body. He wraps his lips around her clit, sucking on it softly. His hand trails up her thigh, inching closer to her core. His mouth pulls away, peppering kisses along her thigh as his fingers glide through her lips.

Her skin is on fire beneath his touch. The way his hands massage into her, the way his mouth devours her. She's on cloud nine. Her stomach tightens, her orgasm building quickly as he continues working on her. She's hot below him, panting out every second. Her mind is hazy, fogged with arousal.

Suddenly, he shoves a finger into her, causing her to gasp from the shock. His finger pumps in and out of her, causing her legs to shake as the tense feeling in her stomach grows stronger. His mouth moves back to her clit, flicking his tongue on it over and over. She clenches her thighs around him, her orgasm hitting her out of nowhere. Continuous waves of pleasure wash over her as she trembles underneath him, her juices spilling out of her. He doesn't stop. He keeps going, adding another finger to her soaked entrance.

"S-shit, Matt. Too much." She cries out, pushing his head away.

"Fuck, I can't help it. You taste so good." He sighs, licking her fluids from his lips.

He pulls his hand away from her pussy, bringing his fingers to her mouth, and hungrily sucking them, desperate to taste more of her. He hovers back over her, slamming his lips onto hers once again, the remnants of her still on his lips. She can't help but moan into the kiss, already needing more.

"Want to feel you inside me." She breathes against his mouth.

"Thought it was too much?" He teases, causing her to push him back.

His head hits the pillows at the top of the bed, and she crawls on top of him, straddling his legs. She pulls at his sweatpants, pulling them and his boxers down. He lifts his hips to assist her, allowing her to fully remove them. She slides higher up, hovering over his member. She grabs his dick beneath her, stroking it a few times, before lining it up with her entrance and sinking down on it.

"Oh my god." He moans, tossing his head back.

Y/N leans forward, her face buried in his chest as she breathes heavily. She leaves soft kisses over his torso as she adjusts to his size. She sits back up, placing her hands on his chest for support. Slowly, she begins to rock against him, both of them lowly moaning from the feeling. His hands meet her hips, helping her move. They trail down to her ass, gripping it and lifting it up, pulling it back down onto her. Her pussy clenches around him, her juices lubricating her enough to slide up and down as she bounces.

"Feel so good." She whines, her eyes squeezing shut.

He licks his lips as he takes in her appearance, indulging in the way she looks as she takes all of him. Her boobs bounce up and down with every movement. He can't help but take them in his hands, kneading them in his palms. He bites his bottom lip as he thrusts deep into her, hitting the spongey spot that drives her insane. Her mouth falls open and her eyebrows furrow.

His hands wrap around her back, pulling her flush against his chest, and thrusts up into her repeatedly. Lewd moans continuously emit from her mouth, her body shaking above his. He groans beneath her, loving the way she wraps around him so perfectly. His hand grasps her jaw, pulling her face to his. He studies it for a moment, taking in the way the pleasure consumes her. Within seconds, his lips are capturing hers in a sloppy kiss.

His strokes speed up, leaving her body convulsing. She can't help the outpour of moans at this point. Tears well up in her eyes, the pleasure building up quickly. His thrusts grow erratic, his orgasm reaching its peak. With a loud groan, he's spilling his nut into her, coating her walls. The feeling of his warm, gooey seed filling her up causes her to let go, cumming all over his dick.

"Oh my god." They both moan in unison, causing them to breathily laugh together.

She falls against his torso, wore out from their activities. He runs his hands up her back and into her hair, gathering it and pulling it to one side and placing a few kisses on her exposed neck. On shaky knees, she lifts herself from him and falls to his side.

"That was insane." He breathes.

"Yeah." She agrees, a smile playing on her lips. "Can't wait to do it again."

The two look at each other with goofy grins on their faces before Matt leans over her from the side, wrapping his arms around her as he places his lips on hers once more.

"We're home!" A voice calls out from the opposite side of the house, causing them to look at one another with wide eyes. They quickly scramble to get dressed, laughter pouring out of them as they scurry to hide their previous activities and act normal.

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You In My Arms

Chapter 10: I'm Yours

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summary: During those first few months of your relationship, you and Haechan explore each other and adventure into new areas with each other. Not without some bumps along the way.

length:  15,168 words

tags: friends to lovers, general perversion, smut, public sex, period sex, somnophilia, light consensual non consent, voyeurism, exhibitionism, etc.

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Falling in love isn’t just about having sex. Obviously. But for you and Haechan, it is a big part. 

You have a healthy, active sex life. 

Over those first couple months of your relationship, it’s hard to keep your hands off each other. 

Whether in private or in public, it doesn’t matter for either of you. At first, you definitely don’t care who sees. 

Like when you go over to Haechan and YangYang’s apartment, and after you’ve made a delicious dinner, Haechan fucks you against the sink in the kitchen, his hand over your mouth to keep your moans from echoing out of the room to where YangYang sits on the sofa. His back is to you, but all he’d really have to do is just turn his head and he’d be able to see you getting railed. Not that you care, and not that you think YangYang would really care if he caught you. Haechan has told you about all the times that he’s pretty sure YangYang let him listen to him have sex, that he even left his door cracked open for Haechan to watch.

There’s a time when you sleep over at Haechan’s, and in the morning he neglects to warn you that a visitor has arrived. YangYang isn’t there, so you feel comfortable enough to walk out of Haechan’s bedroom to where he stands in the kitchen, to draw him into a kiss, to let him lift you up to sit on the countertop, and you urge his fingers between your thighs. 

Of course, that’s when Renjun emerges from the bathroom and finds Haechan two fingers deep in your pussy. 

“Embarrassed?” Haechan teases, kissing you on the cheek, his kiss only serving to deepen the heat of your blush. “It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, right?”

Renjun laughs at that. “Should I return the favor, Haechan? Watch you with her since I know you watched us?” He gestures between you and himself. 

Haechan’s hand that rests on your thigh tightens. He leans over you a bit possessively, staring at Renjun until you lift a hand to Haechan’s cheek.

With your fingertips pressing against his cheek, you guide his attention back to you, his lips down to yours. 

Before you meet Haechan’s kiss, you groan, “Go away, Renjun.”

He laughs again. “You know, I was invited here by your boyfriend to go eat breakfast.”

Haechan’s lips twitch into a smile. “Plans changed. You can’t have any of what I’m going to eat.”

Then it is your turn to laugh as Haechan ducks down to kiss and nip at your throat. You grasp his shoulders, ignoring the way Renjun grumbles, “Gross,” before he turns and walks out of the apartment. 

Haechan and you have sneaky sex at work too. 

One horribly stormy day, the two of you are coming back from lunch when the power goes out in the building, stalling the elevator you’re in like a perfect sexy cliche. You take full advantage of it, and you sink to your knees for him. Haechan cums on your tongue and your chin, and then he spends the rest of the time that you’re trapped in there to kiss the taste of himself from you. 

There’s a late evening when you’re both still at work even though on a normal day you’d have left hours ago. You’re in the break room when Haechan sneaks up behind you and pins you against the countertop. “I’ve been thinking about doing this all day,” he groans, “This dress looks too good on you, baby.” You stand still, sinking into the feeling of his hands on your body, lifting the back of your dress up, and neither of you  make any attempt to hide what you’re doing. 

There are still a few people left in the office even at this late hour, but they’re all bowed over their work at their desks, not paying any attention to you and Haechan in the break room with the door nearly shut. But anyone could walk in at any moment, and that possibility sparks a thrill inside both of you. 

“Let them know,” Haechan says directly into your ear. “Let them all know that you’re a perfect angel for me, letting me do whatever I want with you, whenever I want.” 

You didn’t really consider Haechan to be a jealous man, but it certainly drives him a little wild when Yuta gets a little too flirtatious with you one day. Haechan knows about that brief little history you have with your coworker — you’ve both been perfectly open and honest about your sexual histories — which just invites enough jealousy in him that Haechan stays late with you that day so he can fuck you at your desk. He presses between your shoulder blades until your chest is flat against the desk, and with each of his deep, brutal thrusts your hips slam against the edge of your desk, hard enough to bruise. You love it, though; you love the way that he tries so hard to make sure that you don’t forget about him (which there is absolutely no risk of), and he tugs down the neckline of your dress, biting down on the soft part of your shoulder to leave a mark, as if laying his claim on you. 

During spring, right in that pocket of time when the days are finally warming up, when the air buzzes with insects and the heady scent of blooming flowers, freshly trimmed grass, and new green things sprouting, you and Haechan start to explore public exhibitionism a little more. Lunch dates in the park on warm days mean cute little sundresses that are easily flipped up for Haechan to finger you right there in the middle of a wide grassy stretch with passersby none the wiser. 

Warmer days mean that you break out some strappy tops, which are easier for you to slip off your shoulder, freeing a nipple or even the whole breast for Haechan to stare at hungrily while you sit across from him at an ice cream shop. 

You know people have to spot the two of you as you play these risky games. But if they do, no one makes it obvious.

Until one day.

You know for certain that an older man — mid-forties and handsome, his hair just beginning to get a bit silver at the temples, wearing a suit that is perfectly tailored to him — catches you during brunch one morning. 

It’s a small, crowded cafe. You’re in the back corner, but there are still a decent amount of tables around you, enough that it’s quite risky when you lean forward with your elbows on the table, revealing to Haechan the way that your dress has “accidentally slipped” and both of your tits peek out over the top of your dress. 

“Goddamn it,” Haechan groans. “You’re gonna do this to me now?” He glances around. “We haven’t even gotten our food yet.” 

“And?” You do your best to maintain a face of perfect innocence even as your nipples grow hard beneath Haechan’s attention and the cool air of the cafe. “That just means we have more time for fun.”

You slide one foot out of your sandal, and you lift it into Haechan’s lap. He reaches down, curling his hand around your ankle as your toes explore along the length of his thigh, dipping against the front of his pants until you find the rise of his cock. Of course he’s already half-hard from the sight of your tits. And as you caress him with your toes and the arch of your foot beneath the table, as he keeps looking at your tits, Haechan only grows harder. 

You pull your dress back up over your chest when the waitress returns, sliding your brunch onto the table, replacing your half-drained mimosas. But you leave your foot in Haechan’s lap. There’s a table cloth draped over the table anyway, so it’s not like she notices anything amiss. But after she walks away, after one of the few tables around you in this back corner finishes their brunch and leaves as well, you tug your dress down enough that your tits are at risk of spilling out. You keep your foot moving over Haechan’s erection straining against the front of his pants. 

Someone nearby loudly clears their throat, but you don’t look away from your plate. Haechan however tenses up a little, his hand squeezing your ankle. But he doesn’t push you away, doesn’t tell you to stop. So you keep going, eating and enjoying your brunch while you also enjoy getting your boyfriend off. 

Haechan ordered more food than you, so he takes longer to eat. You’re completely finished when he’s only about halfway done. And since you are somewhat bored, you pull your top back up and instead put all of your attention into what you’re doing in his lap instead. Haechan, to his credit, only twitches a little when your toes suddenly find the zipper of his pants, when you pinch the zipper between your toes and drag it down. The button fastening his pants is a little harder to navigate, but luckily he helps you out with that, reaching down and quickly flicking it open so you can get your toes there to stroke him over his underwear now. 

“What is it that you want here?” Haechan asks. He glances around, his eyes lingering a little extra long on a table to your left. 

“Take it out,” you tell him. 

Haechan’s attention lowers to his plate, his lips curving upwards as he asks, “And then what?”

“Then that’s up for you to decide.” You draw your foot out of his lap. “But if you finish your brunch and finish yourself, I may have a special gift for you later.”

Usually Haechan is in charge of special gifts for you. You don’t usually give him things, rather allowing him to dote on you. Over the weeks that have suddenly stretched into months since this relationship began, you’ve fallen a lot more comfortably into the idea of Haechan being in charge, Haechan being dominant. Not that he’s extremely dominating or anything like that, but he likes taking care of you, likes being in charge and seeing you submit to him — though sometimes that means fucking you until you’re crying and letting him do pretty much anything he wants until you spit out a safeword;  sometimes it means something entirely non-sexual like just letting him baby you and take care of you after a long day with cuddles and a nice warm shower; and then in either a sexual or non-sexual situation he gives you gifts, just little things that range from a snack to a sex toy.

But overall, you’re not the one with special surprises for him. So this catches his attention. 

You can tell the moment when the hand Haechan drops into his lap frees his cock. You can tell by the ease of his shoulders, the quick flicker in his eyes when he glances around at the surrounding tables. He’s tucked up beneath the table cloth, but you’re sure he’s wondering if they can still tell what he’s doing. This is more exposure than Haechan is used to. Typically it’s you exposing yourself while Haechan watches or touches. The roles are reversed this morning, and you can’t even see him touching himself really. But you can see it in his face, you can see the movement in his arm, feel the shuffle of his feet beneath the table as they bump against yours in an effort to maybe hide his actions even more beneath the table, and you can hear the way his breathing changes as he strokes his cock with one hand while attempting to maintain a semblance of normalcy by continuing to eat his brunch with the other hand. 

You watch Haechan’s expression, noting the way that he’s quickly edging up to his breaking point. He drops his fork to his plate, lifting his hand instead into a fist in front of his mouth. His eyes snag on yours, telling you without words that he’s about to cum. 

Your elbow knocks into your own plate, dislodging your utensils. The knife falls to the floor, and before Haechan has time to react, you drop to the floor. Your fingertips bump against the knife, pushing it deeper under the table, and you sink beneath the table cloth on your hands and knees. And come face to face with exactly what you’d hoped to see. 

Haechan’s hand looks beautiful as he pumps his pink-tipped erection. 

To his credit, Haechan only barely flinches when you lean in, lifting a hand to take over from his, and you put your mouth right over his tip to suck. Just a couple pumps of your hand along his length, and Haechan cums, spilling on your tongue. 

You’re a good girl, as he tells you all the time, so you swallow it all down.  

You even tuck his cock away again before grabbing the knife from the floor and climbing out from under the table into your seat. 

And that’s when you notice the suited older man watching you. Haechan spots him too. You both know you’re caught, and Haechan immediately blushes with embarrassment. 

It’s when the man doesn’t look away that the blush fades from Haechan’s cheeks, and instead anger begins to paint his expression. By that point you’re sitting fully back in your seat, your back to the man, and the pair of you are waiting for the waitress to come back after you’ve given her Haechan’s card to pay. But it’s clear in the way that Haechan keeps looking over at the man, with your boyfriend’s expression growing darker and darker, that the man is still looking. 

Haechan is not an overly jealous man – he has admitted to you on more than one occasion that he still sometimes thinks about you with Renjun, even rewatches that video in his phone when he can’t be with you, and it’s not jealousy he feels in those moments but intense arousal – but sometimes he can’t help displaying a bit of jealousy and possessiveness. And that morning is one of those moments. 

The man gets up to leave before the waitress returns with Haechan’s credit card. You watch Haechan’s expression as he looks the man up and down as he approaches your table on his way out, and then to your surprise the man pauses right beside you. 

You’re tense. Haechan looks ready to spring. 

The man slides some cash onto the table right in front of you. And then he touches your shoulder, saying in a greasy tone, “For the show, darling.”

Haechan shoves angrily back from the table, but his face is impassive as he reaches over and calmly removes the man’s hand from your shoulder. “Don’t touch her.”

The man snorts derisively. 

The waitress obliviously slides Haechan’s card back onto the table and bustles off to one of her other tables. You grab the card, grab the cash the man slipped you, and you stand up. 

“For the record,” you tell the man, “I’m not a whore, but I will take your fucking money.”

You pocket Haechan’s card and the man’s cash, step clear around the man, and take Haechan’s hand. 

You leave the cafe quickly, hoping to get clear away from the man. This is of course a risk of doing anything sexual in public — getting caught by a pervert. It was one thing when the pervert you hoped to be caught by was Haechan, but a perfect stranger who feels entitled to come up and speak to you? To touch you? To pay you as if you’re a common whore?

Haechan fumes beside you the whole walk back to where you parked your car. And as soon as you’re alone behind the cover of your car’s tinted windows, he reaches over the center console and cups your face in both of his hands, dragging you into a ferociously possessive kiss. 

You lay off the exhibitionism for a short time after that. You take the time to truly savor having each other in the privacy of your bedroom or his. You kinda chill it on the crazy sexual hormones then for a bit as you slip out of the honeymoon phase of your relationship where everything still feels brand new and exciting and you’re both constantly horny for each other. Instead, you focus a little more on work to aim for a promotion that Taeil has been hinting someone will be receiving. And when that time arrives, and the promised promotion is given to you over everyone else, you celebrate with Haechan. 

You take him out to dinner somewhere nice where the two of you gorge yourselves with delicious, rich food and sweet wine. For dessert, you feast on each other at home in your apartment, savoring each last bit of each other until you collapse in a tangled heap of sweaty limbs in your bedsheets. 

You don’t leave bed the next morning, just pick up where you left off the night before. You forget everything that morning except for the taste of Haechan’s skin, the feel of him inside you, the sound of his breath and his moans and your name from his tongue. 

Both of you are still deeply caught up in each other, though in a more gentle and intimate fashion as he holds you against his chest beneath the covers, rolling his hips forward while he buries his face in your hair. 

To anyone who might happen upon the scene, it could maybe almost look like you’re just spooning while oversleeping late into the morning. 

Or at least that’s what you hope it looks like when your family surprises you by dropping in for a somewhat unannounced visit. 

Truthfully, you’d just forgotten that you had plans with them that day, that they were in the city to visit with you. You’d thought any plans you had would be much later in the day, but also you had certainly lost track of time all tangled up with Haechan. 

So when your bedroom door suddenly opens and you look up into the faces of your parents and one sibling, you pray to every god that anyone has ever believed in that your family members don’t realize that Haechan is currently balls-deep inside you. 

It’s your dad that reacts first. 

He laughs and then backs out of the room, pushing your sibling behind him, pulling your mom along too. The door closes. 

“Fucking shit. Oh my god. Haechan….” You make a valiant attempt at suffocating yourself in your pillow. 

Haechan laughs a little, although the sound is halfway between amusement and awkwardness. He pulls out of you, rolling over to the edge of your bed. He starts getting dressed, but you don't move until Haechan slides back in bed with you, his hand stroking along your spine. 

“Let’s go face your family.” He whispers, placing a kiss right behind your ear. “Maybe they’ll be so proud of your promotion they’ll forget what they just walked in on.”

Doubtful.

“I can’t go out there,” you groan into the pillow. 

Haechan makes a sympathetic noise. “Should I at least go introduce myself?”

You twist around, catching his hands in yours. “No! You can’t go out there either!”

Now he fully laughs at you, dipping down to kiss you briefly. “You’d rather we stay in here and they think that we’re still having sex even though they’re sitting in your living room, baby? Come on, get up.”

You get dressed quickly, and you leave the bedroom first. Haechan lingers behind. 

Your family is arrayed on the furniture in the living room, and you curse yourself mentally for ever giving them a copy of the key to your apartment. Your sibling is still laughing, and your parents are silently communicating with each other through a series of facial expressions and direct eye contact. 

Only once you sit down across from them do any of them actually look at you. And a second later when your dad’s eyes slip behind you toward the direction of your bedroom door, you know that Haechan has emerged. 

“This is Haechan,” you announce, “My boyfriend.”

That causes a few raised eyebrows. You’ve mentioned Haechan several times over the years, and within the last couple of months you’ve definitely mentioned that you’re dating someone. You’d just not ever told them that Haechan and your boyfriend were one and the same. 

Haechan comes to sit right beside you, immediately reaching for your hand to hold one in both of his. You try to tuck away a rising smile as you notice the way his fingers are trembling nervously. 

“Hello,” he nods, greeting your family. “Nice to meet you all.”

You squeeze his hand and he squeezes back, glancing over at you. Now you really smile at him, unable to hold it back.  Yeah, this is kinda awkward having your family meet him right after they walked in on you together, but with Haechan by your side, you know it’ll be alright. 

And it certainly is. 

Haechan charms them spectacularly. It probably helps that he spends the entire day praising you, boasting to them about how you just received a promotion at the Moon Corporation where you work together. Apparently his constant adoration of you makes the fact that they walked in on you and him this morning okay. How can your parents disapprove when Haechan puts on his best face with them? 

He makes recommendations for a place for all of you to grab dinner later that evening, and he compliments both of your parents and cracks jokes with your sibling, and every chance he gets, he holds your hand or puts his arm around you, looking hopelessly devoted and in love with you. 

He completely wins your family over. 

Later that night after dinner, Haechan goes back to his own apartment. Tonight you’ll be sleeping separately for the first time in weeks, and the thought of that is slightly upsetting, but your family comes back to your apartment with you. 

There’s some maintenance thing that your dad agrees to help you and your roommate with, and she’s better with tools than you are. She’s back at the apartment by that point, so she assists your dad with the project. Your sibling watches, and you and your mom sit in the living room to talk. 

“He’s nice.” Your mom has been quiet for a while when she says that, and after a split second pause, she clarifies, “Haechan. He’s a good boy.”

“He is,” you agree. Nevermind all of his qualities that you’re quite intimate with that would definitely make him fall into a Not Good Boy category if your mom knew about them. 

She smiles. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this with anyone before. Smitten. You’ve always kind of had a look in your eye when you’ve talked about him. Even years ago, when you went away for school, you would FaceTime us and tell us stories about your friends, and you would get this smile on your face when you mentioned him.” She laughs lightly and gestures at your face, “It’s the same smile you’ve had all day when you look at him. Back then I knew it was only a matter of time, but I never thought it would take this long for your little crush to become something more.”

“Trust me,” you sigh, “Neither did I. I was resigned to just being his friend, but then he finally made a move.”

Your mom nods. “How long has it been?”

“A few months.” You can’t believe that the time has passed by so quickly. The first kiss still feels fresh in your mind, the first date like it’s just happened although the temperature has long since turned from the bitter cold it had been that night. 

“You look happy,” she comments, and you notice a shimmer of emotion in her eyes as she says, “I’m so happy for you. He seems really good for you, and even if your dad teases you about him, just know that he really likes him too.”

That blooms a warm feeling in your chest. Not that you need your family’s approval to validate your relationship with Haechan, but it certainly still feels really good to know that they’re happy that you’re happy with him. 

“Just, please,” your mom laughs, “Don’t think I’m rushing you when I say that I would love some cute grandbabies sooner rather than later.”

“Mom!” 

With the pair of you taking a step back from the riskiness of public sex, you decide to instead explore some other interests of yours and his in the safety and privacy of your apartments. 

Haechan wants to try out a bit of consensual non-consent, which here means him surprising you while you’re asleep, doing what he wants to you — light touches to turn you on without waking you up, his fingers buried inside you while he feeds you just the tip of his cock. 

You were intrigued by the idea of being a toy for him, so you agreed on the condition that you wanted to know afterwards what he’d done. 

Haechan filmed it so you could see how he took his time exploring your body, leaving hickeys scattered across your belly. He played with your tits for a while before he started to finger you, and that was when he finally hit the point where he seemingly couldn’t take it any longer, and he just had to feel your lips around his cock. 

You’d woken as soon as he came down your throat, startled awake, coughing and gagging on the taste of it. 

You’d returned the favor a few days later, curious about what it was like to play with someone sleeping. 

Haechan had stayed out late the night before, letting himself into your apartment at half past three. He’d passed out on your bed, and stayed in exactly that position from that moment until even after you woke around eight o’clock. 

He was unaware of the world around him, and when you knelt on the floor beside his side of your bed, he’d not even twitched as you pulled away the covers to free his dick to your access. You kissed his thighs and hips, stroked your fingers along his inner thighs. 

And then you’d given him your mouth. Kisses along his cock from balls to tip. You’d used your hand to touch him too while you moved your mouth to his chest to tease his nipples. Haechan’s cock swelled in your hand, and you couldn’t help but feel powerful to have him reacting to you like this even while he was asleep. 

Is this how he felt when he did this to you?

You blew him, pausing when he would move or when he would make noise. You didn’t want him to wake up yet, you wanted to savor this opportunity to do what you pleased with him. Such as when you got him flat on his back, you kneeling between his legs, your tongue tasting the salty precum at his slit, and you’d slipped a wet finger down to just glide over his asshole. 

Haechan had moaned, loud enough that you thought he’d woken. But a moment later he’d settled again, and once you were satisfied with how hard he was, you dug a condom out from beneath your bed, and you climbed up to straddle his cock. You put the condom on him before you sunk down on Haechan’s cock, and you were glad you’d thought of the condom. 

The moment that Haechan registered the weight and warmth and tightness of your pussy swallowing his cock, he woke up. His hands grasped at your hips, he thrust up into you, impaling you on his cock. He made it clear that your moment of being in charge had passed. 

Quite literally, Haechan flipped things around. 

Your shoulders hit the mattress, and he fucked you as if he hadn’t been asleep just moments before. Haechan fucked you while he scolded you for being a slut, for having fun with him while he slept, degrading you which only excited you more. 

In the end, it turns out that you both kinda like that sort of sleepy sex. 

You explore angry, hateful sex, too. 

Your first big argument comes in late April at Jeno’s birthday party. You and Haechan turn heads with the ferocity of your argument, but fifteen minutes later, you’re fucking Haechan in the bathroom, riding him on the toilet until he picks you up, spins you around, and fucks you against the bathroom wall. He’s rough in exactly the way you wanted him to be when you angrily dragged him in here, when you attacked him with biting kisses. 

He leaves bruises at your hips, yanking at your hair, he even closes a hand around your throat, applying pressure just perfectly to make your body thrill with excitement, your orgasm overtaking you. You like it a little rough and angry, the way that he bites and pulls and grabs in the moment, followed by tender kisses and apologies, a warm embrace and a conversation about how to resolve whatever your argument has been about. 

You explore the properly dirty type of sex, too. 

On the most brutal day of your period, you’re absolutely miserable. Cramps and a headache, emotional and horny and hungry. All the worst of your symptoms it seems are rolled into this one day. 

But Haechan is the best. 

When you’re laid up at his apartment in his bed, he gets up to grab snacks to satisfy your hunger. He gets a heating pad to help your cramps, a cold compress for your headache. There’s not much he can do to help ease the annoying mood swings you’re dealing with, but the horniness….

“I don’t mind,” Haechan tells you when you whine about how what you’re craving isn’t the snack he just brought you but rather an orgasm. “I can help you with that, babe.”

You move the cold compress away from where you had it covering your eyes. “Don’t be gross, Donghyuck.”

He makes a face at the sound of his full name. “It’s not gross,” he argues. “I’m not gonna eat you out, but I don’t see why I can’t help you cum if you think it’ll make you feel better. We have a variety of options.” He holds up his hand, ticking the options off as he lists them. “You can just dry hump me, ride my thigh. I could just use my fingers. I could get one of your toys. I could just fuck you; I don’t mind getting a little messy.” 

You just stare at him for a moment, dealing with an internal conflict of giving in to your base desires and letting Haechan get you off, or you could save yourself the embarrassment of Haechan getting disgusted the moment that your pants are off. 

“Please?” Haechan asks, “You know I love you. I just want to make you feel good.”

“And this has absolutely nothing to do with how horny you were complaining you were yesterday before I told you I’d started my period?” 

Haechan’s grin grows. “I didn’t say I was offering for only your benefit, angel.”

“Go grab a towel at least.” You roll your eyes a little, but inside your heart is racing with excitement. In the past, the guys you’ve been with have all been utterly disgusted by your period, bummed out that they wouldn’t be having sex with you for a week because period sex would be too gross. You’ve never had a guy be as attentive to you during your period as Haechan has been over these months you’ve been together, and certainly none of them have ever been as interested in having period sex as he is. But you shouldn’t be too surprised. He’s a pervert, enjoying these things others often find off-putting. 

When Haechan returns with a towel, you rearrange so you’re lying on top of the towel. 

“What would you like?” Haechan asks, kneeling there patiently. “Which of the options?”

You roll your eyes at him again. “Just come kiss me, then I’ll decide.”

Haechan lets you take control. He sinks in against your side as you curl an arm behind his head, drawing him in deeper for your kiss. He drapes an arm over your belly while you lift a leg to curl it over his hip. The two of you tangle yourselves together, sinking into the kiss and into each others’ bodies. You play with Haechan’s hair as you kiss him, languid kisses tasting sweet and syrupy, building the heat between you. You can feel him growing hard against you, you can feel your heartbeat throbbing between your legs as your arousal grows. And when you’ve finally reached the point where you can’t just lie still anymore, you start rocking your hips. 

With your leg slung over Haechan’s side, his thigh is bent forward between your legs, and when you rock your hips, you’re rocking right against his strong thigh. 

You sigh into the kiss, and Haechan smiles. 

“Does it feel good?” He kisses the corner of your mouth, and when you nod, he says, “Keep going.”

And you do. Your body moves on autopilot, like you’re starved and insatiable, just taking what you need, what your body desperately craves. You hump Haechan’s thigh as he sponges kisses along your jaw, as he murmurs praises and encouragements. “That’s a good girl,” he breathes against your ear, and, “Just like that, angel.”

Haechan lets you take what you need, and when the sweet friction from humping his thigh carries you over the edge with a cry, he drops his hands to your hip and keeps you moving until you’re whining from sensitivity, but you’re still not finished. 

“More,” you beg, twisting your fingers in the front of his shirt. There are tears burning from the corners of your eyes as you keep grinding against Haechan’s thigh, but it’s not enough. You still need more. 

“I can give you more.” Haechan rolls you over flat onto your back, and he pulls away from you which is the exact opposite of what you were asking for. He reaches down and pulls his shirt over his head, and then he reaches for the waistband of the sweatpants you’re wearing, and when you lift your hips, he drags them down your legs. The tank top you’re wearing is next; Haechan draws it over your head, tossing it aside in the same moment that he kisses you again. His hands rise to your bare tits, drawing a new whine of sensitivity from you. 

“Careful,” you moan. “They’re sore.”

“Sorry, baby,” Haechan apologizes, lowering his head to place a kiss over each nipple. And then a little kitten-lick to one, his lips and tongue warm and soft against your sensitive nipples, his hand gentle and warm on the other breast. 

Your tits are so sensitive it doesn’t take long for your heart to be thundering, your body pulsing with hot need, your chest arching against Haechan’s lips. 

All it takes is a desperate whine and your hand lightly pressing against the top of his head for Haechan to leave your tits and start mouthing his way down over your ribs and your belly. And then he reaches for your panties to remove them. 

“Wait,” you exhale, grappling for his wrist. 

Haechan freezes, face hovering above your belly, his fingers tucked into the elastic of your panties ready to pull them down. He looks up at you. 

“You don’t have to do this,” you reassure him. You don’t want him to feel like he has to have sex with you just because you’re horny right now. You’re gonna be a mess down there. 

Haechan just smiles. “You’re not making me do anything I don’t want to do. This isn’t gross, which I know you’re worried about. It’s hot. I promise.”

You let your fingers go loose around his wrist, but Haechan waits until you nod, until you murmur, “Keep going,” for him to move again. He pulls your panties down, and you wish you could say that it was super weird and uncomfortable to have your boyfriend’s hand between your thighs removing your hygiene product. It should feel awkward as Haechan does that, but looking down at his face as he looks up at you while smoothly doing just that, you’re just lost in the moment. 

Haechan climbs off the bed for a moment, walking over to the en-suite bathroom. You don’t even want to think about the fact that he’s going in there to dispose of your used sanitary product, because if you think about that for even a second you’ll be too embarrassed. So you think about the sound of Haechan rummaging around in the bathroom for a moment, and when he comes back, he’s brought a condom with him. 

“For a little more ease of cleanup,” he explains. “I don’t want to have to clean period blood off my dick. No offense.” He’s teasing, but you groan and cover your face with your hands. Haechan laughs, reaching for your wrists to pry your hands away. “I’m only joking, babe. Do you still want to keep going?”

Of course you do. You’re a bit embarrassed, but more than that, you’re still incredibly horny. 

“Yes, I want to keep going.” 

You eagerly pull Haechan back between your legs, barely waiting for him to stop and roll the condom down his length. But then he’s there, and he’s sinking into you, and you forget everything else. You forget your headache, your cramps, your hunger. You forget every mood other than just this — the arousal, the love, the endless need to just have Haechan. 

You can’t even say that it’s weird or all that different to be having sex while on your period. Haechan doesn’t make it weird, so it’s not weird. And even if there is some slight discomfort for a moment, it goes away, quickly overcome because of Haechan’s hard-earned knowledge of what you like. Sure, it’s a little messy, and you’re glad you put the towel down, but it’s not the massacre you’d been imagining. It’s as wonderful as you could’ve hoped for. 

“See, no problem,” Haechan had told you afterward. 

You continue exploring kinks and fetishes, trying things out, falling deeper in love with Haechan, in awe of this pervert who loves you and you love in return. 

You never have to question if you love him. It’s just something innate, something you know as well as if it were just always a part of you, just built into your DNA. And you know he loves you too. Haechan doesn’t miss any opportunity to tell you so, not since the first time you said it to each other. You don’t question it. 

As spring begins to bridge into summer in May, there are questions. 

Your lease on your apartment is about up. Haechan’s is up at the end of June. So the question of moving in together properly comes up. And with that comes more talking, discussing, theorizing and dreaming and just lots and lots of future-talk. Talks about wants and desires. 

One day during May, you’re shopping together, looking for new clothes to wear on the trip you’ve planned to take with your friends in July. The shopping center you’re in is busy, full of other couples, of young families. The shops all have vibrant, summery displays and bold signage announcing sales.

You pass by a nice menswear shop, their window display showcasing a stunning tuxedo and a row of groomsmen in dapper suits.  

“I want to get married,” Haechan says casually as you pass the shop together. “I’ve always thought that I can’t wait to be a husband and a father someday. I’ve never given too much thought to the actual details, honestly, like the wedding or any of that. But being a husband, having a family, being a dad…” He smiles brightly, then says, “I want to raise a kid who knows that I’ll always be there for them, love and support them unconditionally. What about you?”

You’ve talked about kids with Haechan before. In vague terms. Like when you would be out together and see a baby or little kid, commenting on the kid being adorable, laughing at their behavior. When a coworker had a baby and she brought it into the office to visit, you’d both taken turns holding the baby and talked about it later. 

But you’ve never really talked about wanting kids. More specifically, you’ve never really talked about wanting to have kids together. 

You certainly never told him about your mom’s comment from just after they first met him, the comment about wanting cute grandbabies from you and him. It’s a comment she’s reiterated a few more times to you since then.

Haechan is looking at you, waiting for you to say something. 

“I think most girls dream of their wedding, a spouse, a family. I used to look up wedding dresses online when I was still far too small to even know what kind of dress I could fit into someday. I would picture my celebrity crushes waiting for me at the end of the aisle, flower petals cascading from the sky.” You laugh, and Haechan smiles right along with you. “I used to think up lists of baby names and imagine what it would be like to hold a little life in my arms that I’d created.”

You wonder if Haechan notices all the past tense in the way you’re speaking. The hesitance when you speak of children. 

Babies used to be something you were once so certain of. When you were young, before your eyes had been entirely opened to the world, it wasn’t something you ever thought twice about. Of course you would someday have babies. Why wouldn’t you?

But growing up meant seeing things from different perspectives, having realities laid out before you. Some people couldn’t have babies, some people chose not to have them. Sometimes terrible things happen. Sometimes pregnancy can feel alienating. You’d heard of childbirth as a blessing and a curse from friends, coworkers, acquaintances over the years, and as time passed, as you moved through your life and reached the point in time in which having a child would be appropriate, you still weren’t sure what you wanted. 

Did you hope to become a mom? Did you want to carry a child if you could? Having a child in your life, especially with the right person beside you was an obvious yes, but sometimes you weren’t entirely sure if carrying a child was the right option for you; maybe you would give birth someday, maybe you would adopt, or maybe it just wasn’t in the cards for you.

Right then, with Haechan still looking at you, you only know that you want him. 

Always. 

Everything else can wait. 

“I don’t mean any of this right now, by the way,” Haechan clarifies a few moments later. “Just… putting it out there.”

And you felt the usual sunshine-warm glow in your chest, thinking that this conversation was a good sign. These future talks you’d been having were a good sign. 

The thought of getting married to Haechan makes you giddy. Is he thinking of marrying you too? Is he making plans, and that’s why he’d mentioned it?

You wrap yourself in that warm feeling and let it carry you through the next few days. 

Work is busy throughout the month of May. So busy that you don’t get to see much of Haechan inside or outside of work. You have to travel abroad for research purposes, and the distance makes your heart ache. You hate being apart from Haechan, hate that you’re stuck in another country with only Johnny as a companion for two weeks in the middle of the month.

Long distance isn’t really anything you’ve had to try before, but you try to make it work. You call Haechan, he calls you; you exchange messages as often as you can. But there’s a time difference, which means that he’s often asleep while you’re awake, or you’re bogged down with work when he’s free. 

“I miss you,” you sigh over the phone late one night once you’re tucked back in your hotel room for the night. 

It’s eleven o’clock at night in London where you are, but it’s early back in Seoul, and you know your call probably woke Haechan up. He just mumbles something sleepily into the phone.

“I’m back at the end of the week.” You fight back a yawn. “I’m thinking of taking the week of your birthday off, honestly, because I’m sick of seeing Johnny’s face.”

That at least draws a little laugh from Haechan. “I’m already taking that week off,” he murmurs, “Take it off with me.” 

“Should I?” 

Haechan hums a small sound of agreement.

“If I do take it off, what should we do? Should we take a trip together? Get out of the city for the week?” You cradle the phone against your cheek, trying your best to not look at the time displayed on the clock sitting on the bedside table. You have to be awake in a few hours for a breakfast business meeting, but you want to have a moment with Haechan. 

Haechan is quiet for a few seconds too long, and you wonder if he’s fallen back asleep. 

“Hyuck?” You keep your voice soft, just in case. 

“Uh, I’m not sure about any plans yet.” He clears his throat. “I don’t…. I don’t know. Listen, I’ve gotta go. I just realized the time and remembered that I’m supposed to head into the office early today.”

Abruptly, he ends the call. 

Weird. 

You try not to dwell on it too much as you settle in to sleep. You try not to let the memory of it bother you in the morning, or throughout the rest of the day. But it’s difficult to brush off the weirdness of Haechan’s behavior ending that phone call when his behavior over the last few days of your business trip is weird too. Long gaps between responses to your messages, excuses to not answer your phone calls. 

And finally, at the end of the week, you and Johnny fly back to Seoul. 

Haechan picks you up from the airport, sitting there waiting in a pick-up zone. He waves at Johnny cheerily enough as your coworker heads off for his own pick-up. He kisses you like he’s never missed anyone more, and he holds your hand the entire drive back to your apartment, listening to you chatter about the two weeks you were gone in Dubai. 

“Oh, and Taeil approved my days off!” As he pulls in to park, the words fall out of you excitedly, and you squeeze his hand. “So whatever you want to do for your birthday, babe, let’s do it!”

Haechan’s fingers wiggle against yours. He looks around, checking his mirrors as if to make sure that he’s within the lines. “That’s good, baby,” is all he says. His eyes dart towards yours and then away again, and he withdraws his hand from yours to turn the car off. 

Odd. 

You continue to try not to let it bother you. 

You try to ignore it, to just pretend like Haechan isn’t acting distant over the next few days. You tell yourself that it’s just the stress of work because in this interim week between your trip and his birthday week, Haechan has several important meetings and three separate project deadlines. Obviously, that is where the majority of his focus is all week, and that’s why when you ask him to come look at a new apartment availability with you, he tells you that he can’t. 

You look forward to Thursday. His heavy workload — the last big meeting and project presentation of his falls on Thursday, so he should feel that relief and hopefully get over this strange distance that has grown between you this week. 

After Thursday, it’s just Friday, which should be smooth sailing right into the weekend, and then, luckily, it will be Haechan’s birthday week, the exact day landing on Tuesday. You’re ready to spend the week with him, to give him a birthday to remember. 

Thursday evening as you finish up in the office, you make up your mind to go over to Haechan’s tonight. 

You’re going to pick up some food on your way. You’re going to shower and steal some of his comfiest clothes (although you do have a decent amount of your own clothes stored at his apartment) and eat together while you watch a drama. You’re going to start this weekend a little early with relaxation tonight, and you’ll take it easy tomorrow. 

He’s already home by the time you’re leaving the office (a call with the team in Dubai meant hanging around the office a little bit later than you’d have really liked), and when you arrive at Haechan and YangYang’s apartment, he’s in his bedroom, playing games online. 

Haechan offers up his cheek for you to kiss, hums an acknowledgement when you mention that you brought dinner but you want to shower first, and then you notice the way his eyes keep darting away from the game he’s playing to follow you around his bedroom as you strip on your way to the bathroom that’s not even connected to his bedroom. 

And several minutes later when you return, he’s done playing the game, but he’s still sitting in the desk chair, on his phone. 

Again, you notice his eyes following you as you move around. You notice the way his lips part when you drop the towel you’d had wrapped around you, the way he can’t look away as you stride around fully naked towards his closet. He watches you sort through his T-shirts and find one you like. Haechan makes a small throat-clearing noise when you bury your nose in the fabric, breathing in the smell of him before you pull the shirt on over your head. 

He sucks in a breath through his teeth when you bend over, flashing him your ass beneath the shirt. You’re maybe doing this bit on purpose, stepping slowly into your panties, sliding them up your legs, all while bent over and showing off your ass and pussy to him. 

But when you straighten up and look back at him, Haechan looks away, back down to his phone. 

His phone seems to hold a lot of his attention, you notice as the night continues. 

You sit out in the living room together on the sofa, eating the food you’d brought, watching a drama together. Or rather, you’re watching the drama while Haechan looks at his phone with an empty sofa cushion between you. 

It feels like miles of blank space. 

And you can’t pretend anymore that you’re not bothered. 

Usually Haechan would be the first one to close that gap, unable to resist touching you. He would usually have to have a hand on your bare thigh or his arm around your shoulders to brush his fingers up and down your upper arm. He would have to pull you into his side or against his chest or drag you down so you’re both lying down with him spooning you from behind. 

But tonight. 

It’s you, him, and his phone. 

You sigh loud enough it should’ve caught his attention. 

He taps his fingers against the back of his phone, glances up at the drama playing, and then looks right back to his phone. 

The longer this goes on, the more you feel like he’s just avoiding you. The more you begin to think that maybe the distance between you this last week and a half hasn’t solely been because of work. But what is it? Is there something on his mind that he just isn’t telling you? His silent distance, specifically his distraction with his phone, bothers you more and more the longer it goes on. One episode ends and a new one begins, and Haechan is still looking at his phone, still ignoring the heavy way you sigh in a subtle grab for his attention. 

You begin reading into the silence, seeking answers, seeking attention. 

So you do the one thing you know will grab Haechan’s attention and hold it. 

Sex. 

Haechan is slouched down on the opposite end of the sofa from you, his head propped up on a throw pillow against the arm of the sofa. His phone still holds his attention, but as you climb forward, climbing up the length of his legs, Haechan looks up at you. 

At last. 

“What’re you doing?” His smile grows slowly. 

“I think it’s pretty clear,” you tell him, coming up to straddle his hips, sitting down right in his lap. You slide your hands up his chest. “I had my dinner, now I want dessert. I want you, Haechan.”

Haechan tsks at you. His phone calls to the side, forgotten on the cushion at his shoulder. 

“Always horny, aren’t you, my love? What am I to do with you? Just give you what you want?” As he says it, Haechan reaches for your thighs, smoothly dragging you from your spot in his lap now up his chest while he slides even lower to be lying flat on his back. “Baby, maybe I want a taste of my dessert,” he croons, his hands making quick work of pushing up the oversized shirt of his that you’re wearing. 

His hands are on your chest before you can get a word out. His fingers tease your nipples, palms warm against the softness of your breasts. 

His phone vibrates at your knee. Once, twice, a third time. 

Haechan is finally distracted by you and doesn’t seem to notice the notifications lighting up his phone screen. But you do. Who is texting him?

You risk a glance towards the illuminated screen, and see a cluster of message notifications. For a split second, your heart does a weird flippy floppy act, and then you read the name at the top of the notifications: Eomma-ya. 

His mom. 

Another one comes in, but you can’t read the messages themselves, and at this point you don’t need to. It’s not any of your business, and you relax, letting some of the tension ease out of you, your body reacting eagerly to Haechan’s touches now that your worries have been somewhat assuaged in knowing that it’s just his mom that he’s been messaging. 

Haechan, all of his focus on you now, pinches one of your nipples in a way that sends a jolt of lusty heat right down to your core. 

You whimper quietly, just “Haechan” before all words melt on your tongue when Haechan drags your panties to the side and starts touching you. His fingers tease along your slit, never giving you quite what you want. He keeps it going until you’re dripping, arousal clinging to his fingers, a few drops leaking down to dampen the front of his shirt. And all the while he’s doing this, Haechan watches you with this amused, almost predatory look. 

He watches and waits until he can see that you’re right there on the edge of cumming, and he withdraws his hand. He waits a few moments while you whine and squirm on top of him, and then his fingers are back, drawing intense circles on your clit, edging you right back to where you were before but then he backs off again. Several times he does this until you’re actually starting to get pissed off, but then instead of pulling his hands away from you, he slides down fully onto his back on the sofa, and Haechan drags you up until you’re straddling his face. 

“Go on, baby. Take what you want.” Haechan licks his lips as he says it, and then he leaves his mouth parted, pink tongue laying against his plush lips. 

There’s only one thing you want in that moment and it’s to sit on his face and ride his tongue until your body goes numb from the overstimulation of orgasming. You want to cry his name, to squirt on his tongue, to leave your taste in his mouth for days.

Haechan moans when you sit on him, his arms wrap around you, holding you against his mouth as he eats you out, as you ride his tongue. 

You alternate between tugging at Haechan’s hair (which only makes him moan exaggeratedly against your pussy) or clenching your hands in the shirt you’re wearing. Occasionally, you’ll look down and find Haechan already watching you, his dark eyes drinking in the awed look of pleasure on your face, or staring at your tits if you’ve got your shirt lifted that high. All you know is you feel high, electric, like your body and the entire world are just static, and each stroke of Haechan’s tongue is a shock to your system in the best way. 

Your first orgasm feels weak, just a pulse of sweetness, barely enough for you to really feel before Haechan is doubling down, hands gripping your thighs to pull you down more heavily onto his face. Like he wants you to just suffocate him like this. 

He doesn’t slow down at all, moaning against you as the taste of you continues to leak across his tongue, and you can’t help yourself as you essentially fuck his face, rocking your hips to feel his nose against your clit and his tongue buried deep inside you. 

He’s moaning and you’re moaning, and it’s no wonder that neither of you hear the door to his apartment open until it’s too late, until YangYang is standing there in the door just staring at you losing control of yourself as another orgasm — this one so much more intense and fantastic — crashes through you. 

He watches, and you notice him, but you decide not to pay him any attention. He can stay or he can leave, it really doesn’t bother you either way. 

Haechan’s fingers only slightly loosen the tight hold on your thighs as he licks you through your orgasm. His cheeks are sticky against your thighs, lips sliding against your labia from where you’d squirted. You easily slide backwards, collapsing to sit on his belly. You let your shirt fall down to cover your panties again, and you push your fingers into Haechan’s hair, lower your head to his, and you kiss him, not caring about the mess you’d made on his face. You can taste yourself, but you don’t care, and besides, it seems like Haechan likes that. 

Somewhere, YangYang clears his throat. 

“Stay or leave, dude,” Haechan mumbles against your lips, the words just loud enough for YangYang to hear. “We’re not stopping.”

You don’t know what decision YangYang makes. You don’t hear anything to indicate one choice or the other, and you don’t look around the room either. You just sink against Haechan, sucking on his tongue, at his bottom lip, using your tongue to clean the taste of yourself from his chin. 

Haechan twists you beneath him so he’s on top, pressing you into the sofa, and he peels your shirt off, tossing it over the back of the sofa, and then he has unrestricted access to your chest. Haechan attacks your tits with lips and teeth, his hands giving attention where his mouth doesn’t. 

It’s all a hot blur of lips and skin and teeth and high heat when Haechan’s pants disappear between one breath and the next, your bodies colliding, and his cock filling you smoothly and perfectly. You clutch at his shoulders and bite at his neck while he fits into you, and you arch against him, trying to pull him closer, wanting him to smother you now between the somewhat rough material of the sofa and the smooth press of his skin. 

At one point, he pulls away from you, and you sit up to follow, letting him manhandle you around onto your knees, facing the arm of the sofa as he fits himself against you from behind. He grips your arms up by your shoulders, and the way Haechan thrusts into you is so deep and rough that your teeth clack together and tears burn in your eyes, but you love it. You love the raw passion as he fucks you, and the way that he soon wraps his arms around you, drawing your back to his chest as he rolls his hips forward, dragging his cock in this gliding motion inside you, a slow, smooth pull in your belly that has you cumming again. 

Haechan mouths at your throat while your walls pulse around his cock. You can feel sweat clinging to your skin, both from yourself and from him. His tongue drags up the line of your throat, from the base all the way up to just beneath your ear. 

When Haechan takes your earlobe between his teeth, a pathetic sound spills out of you, one that you’re not even sure where it came from because you’ve never heard that sound before. 

“He’s still watching,” Haechan whispers, his words right against your ear. “YangYang pretended like he just went to his room, but the door is still cracked open, and he probably doesn’t know that I can see his shadow pressed up against the door, watching.”

Your eyes flash open, shooting a look right towards YangYang’s door. It does stand partially ajar, but you couldn’t say if YangYang is standing there or not. He could just be making it up for your benefit, knowing how much you love the idea of being watched, how long it’s been since the two of you did something even slightly exhibitionist.   

One of Haechan’s hands slides up to your throat, his skin burning against yours as he applies the perfect amount of pressure. “I don’t care if he watches,” Haechan growls, “Just so long as he knows who you belong to. Just as long as he knows this is just a pretty show, a one time ticket to view. Because whose are you, angel?”

His hand releases a little, and you breathe in deeply, more than happy to profess, “I’m yours,” with a sigh. 

“Good girl.” Haechan brushes a kiss to your cheek. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours, Haechan.” 

He lets you fall forward. Your ass is still lifted, but your cheek rests against the arm of the sofa as Haechan keeps thrusting forward, and you can feel yet another orgasm building inside you, the heat swelling in your belly as a tingling sensation spreads. 

“That’s right, baby. We were made for each other. You’re mine.” He rolls his hips forward, grinding his cock in deep, a hand flat on your tailbone. “Fuck, say it for me?”

“I’m yours,” you whimper, already feeling the druglike pull of your orgasm as your vision whites out. 

Haechan keeps moving, his movements speeding up as he races to follow you to his orgasm, and as soon as you realize that, a bolt of panic passes through you. 

You lift onto your elbows. “Pull out! Pull out,” you moan, pulling yourself forward off his cock even as Haechan jerks backwards. 

Your pussy clenches uselessly around nothing as Haechan’s cock leaves you, but a second later you feel the warm streaks of his cum paint your lower back, his moans accompanying the sensation. 

Haechan falls over you, his weight only there for a moment before he’s shifting onto his side, his arms wrapped around you to pull you back against him. From this position, you have a clear look at YangYang’s door again. Now, it’s clearly shut. 

“God, I’m glad we did that,” you sigh, “I was tired of you ignoring me for your phone. What was so interesting anyway?” You ask with a laugh, trying to keep it sounding lighthearted as you reach up to push your fingers into Haechan’s hair. 

He tucks his face between your neck and your shoulder, humming a noncommittal sound. He just holds you like that for a little while until you swear it feels like your heartbeats and your breathing have synced with each other. It’s only after several minutes that he lifts his face from your neck. 

“I’m going to tell you something, and I don’t want you to be angry,” he says. 

Already, not off to a great start. 

You tense up, holding your breath. A feeling like an ice cold rod sets itself rigid down your spine. Why does he sound so serious? He was just texting his mom; you saw the new messages coming in from her, so what about that could make you angry? What is he going to say?

Haechan sighs, lowering his chin to rest on the curve of your shoulder. “I’m going home for a bit, a few days,” Haechan tells you, “To Jeju. My mom still lives there, and she wants me to come visit for my birthday this weekend.”

You almost let out a sigh of relief. You know that he can probably see the way that you actually relax, shoulders sinking down now with ease into the cushions. He’s just going to go visit his family for his birthday, and it’s probably about time. He’s told you about them, and you know he hadn’t seen them in a while. 

It’s a good thing. 

“Why would I be angry about that?” You lift a hand up to touch his hair as he lowers his mouth against your shoulder. 

Of course, you wanted to spend his birthday with him. His first birthday while you’ve been together like this, but if he was going out of town and just wanted to spend time with his family, you understand. 

“You took the week off,” Haechan says slowly. “You took it off at least in part because it’s my birthday. You wanted to make plans, but now my mom wants to decide on some different plans.” 

You nod, wondering if that was all he had to say. That’s nothing big. Is this why he’s been distant since last week when you mentioned making plans for his birthday week? Had he already known that his mom wanted him to visit? Was he worried you were going to be upset that he’s going to Jeju? Or maybe he’s wanting to ask you to come along, to finally meet his family? The fact that he’s not saying anything, although you can almost hear his mind silently buzzing with unspoken words, reinforces your theory a bit. 

But if he’s not going to ask then you will. 

“When do I finally get to meet your family anyway?” You twist around to face him, trailing your fingers up his chest. 

Haechan grabs your hand, pulling it away from where you reached his face. He clears his throat and looks over your shoulder into the middle-distance. 

“What?” You laugh, twirling your fingers with his. 

Haechan clears his throat again. Opens his mouth. Closes it. He mumbles, “I’m going to tell you something else. Please don’t be angry.”

The fact that he’s repeating that plea doesn’t bode well at all. 

“Donghyuck?” An uncomfortable weight begins to settle through your belly. What’s his deal right now?

Silence for a beat. 

He swallows hard. 

“I haven’t told my family about you. That we’re… together. They don’t know I’m seeing anyone at all,” he blurts. And then as an afterthought, he tacks on, “Like I said, please don’t be angry.”

Don’t be angry. 

Are you angry?

The feelings flooding through you don’t quite feel like anger — not that bright, burning bite of emotion — but something heavier and deeper, something that slides through your veins like an oil slick. 

What does he mean he hasn’t told them about you? That they don’t know that you’re…. Together. And the way he’d hesitated when he said that?! What does that mean? 

He’s your boyfriend! So what was with the hesitation?

You’re almost living together. Spending pretty much every single night together at one apartment or the other, with plans to find an apartment — and now you remember him backing out of the apartment viewing you’d found the other day — and move in together. He’s met your family, who adore him. You’ve talked about the future: marriage, family, kids, and dreams. 

You’re in love with him and he often tells you he loves you, too. 

But Haechan hasn’t even mentioned your relationship to his family. 

You can’t believe it. 

You draw yourself away from him, lifting yourself off the sofa. 

“Are you mad?” Haechan asks again. You feel his fingertips brush against your tailbone. 

“Am I mad? Are you fucking kidding, Haechan?” Ah, there you can feel a bit of anger flickering to life in your sternum, catching at the tail ends of your words. 

Haechan can’t even look you in the eye as you stand above him. 

“You haven’t told them about me? Can I ask why?” You’re trying to tame the anger in your voice, to keep that fiery heat from swelling inside you to an inferno, but it’s not working. “Is it because of me? You don’t actually want to be with me?”

“That’s stupid, of course that’s not it!” Haechan stares up at you, shock in his eyes before he looks away again, down at his hands. “I haven’t told them about you, about us, because I don’t want them to judge.”

And that only incenses you further. 

The sound that leaves you is anger, frustration, and hurt all blended into one. A scream and a shout, a cry as you search the floor for the shirt of his you’d borrowed earlier. 

You find it halfway tucked beneath the end of the sofa, and you snatch it up, drag it on. 

“You don’t want your family to judge me? Fine. I guess it seems that you’ve already decided that they’ll find me lacking.” You know you’re shouting, but you can’t help it. Tears sting at your eyes, burning as the words fly from your mouth. “Fuck you, Lee Donghyuck.”

Behind you, there’s the sound of a door opening, and then YangYang’s voice asking, “What’s going on?”

You snort, spinning around to head for Haechan’s room, leaving him and YangYang behind in the living room. You can hear them speaking as you dig around in Haechan’s room for a clean pair of pants for you to wear. 

When you walk back out a moment later, your bag on your shoulder, both of the men turn to look at you. 

“Where are you going?” Haechan asks. 

“I’m fucking leaving.” You stride past him. 

“Fuck, Haechan,” YangYang groans. “I told you not to fuck things up with her! What the hell did you do?”

Before you reach the door, Haechan calls out your name. You pause, hand reaching for the door handle, waiting, but he doesn’t say anything else, and you don’t turn to look at him. 

You wait, seconds tuck by, and still he remains silent behind you. 

He can’t even ask you to stay? Not even that?

You open the door, and you leave. 

Haechan doesn’t follow. 

Friday morning, you call in sick to work. 

In a way, you are sick. 

You don’t want to see Haechan today, but at the same time you don’t not want to see him either. The two conflicting desires leave your stomach in knots. 

He’s going to leave for Jeju today, spend the whole weekend and his birthday there with his family and not thinking about you. And you already know you’re going to spend the whole week only thinking of him. Maybe you’ll get drunk tonight and tomorrow and Sunday too. Or maybe every day of the week, since you’ve got the whole thing. Maybe you’ll drink until you can forget that Haechan doesn’t love you as much as you thought he did, that he must not actually dream of a future with you even though you’ve both talked about it. 

You spent the whole night crying and choking down a quart of ice cream with your roommate and her partner comforting you. 

You miss Haechan. 

It’s been twelve hours and you miss him because you never argue with him and then don’t immediately make up. You’ve had big fights, but up until last night you’ve always made up shortly after. You’ve lived by the rule of never going to bed angry. 

But last night you were angry and upset when you finally fell asleep, clutching your phone and wondering why he hasn’t called or texted. 

Friday morning ticks by and you mope in bed, glancing at the clock, knowing you should get up, that you should shower and eat. But you can’t. 

You ignore a call from Yuta at work, ignore a couple texts from YangYang. You consider letting your phone just die or putting it on do not disturb, but you can’t deny that you’re really hoping that one time when the phone rings or buzzes with a message notification that it’ll be Haechan. 

He really just let you walk out of there last night. 

He really hasn't told his family about you. 

You roll over and hide your face in your pillow. 

Some time later, a series of buzzes from your phone draws you out of the light doze you sank into. Your heart lifts, and when you check the screen you see….

YangYang.  

What does he want? Why is he calling?

“Mm?” Is all the sound you can muster when you deign to answer the call. 

“Hello?” YangYang says. “Are you there?”

“What, YangYang?” You hate the way your voice sounds right then. Like it’s clear that you’ve been crying all night and periodically over the past few hours. 

You can hear YangYang walking around, trying not to make noise. And then he whispers, “I think you should come over here. He’s about to leave for the weekend.”

“Excuse me?” What exactly is YangYang asking you? Does he think that because he watched the two of you last night, because you let him watch last night, because you and Haechan had a big fight last night that you’ll just sneak over there to hook up with him as soon as Haechan leaves for a few days?

“What?” YangYang asks, and then a brief pause before he exclaims, “Oh! No, like…. I don’t mean….” He sighs, then clarifies, “I really think you should come over here, and Haechan is about to leave for Jeju, and I think you should go with him. He told me last night after you left what the real problem was. I thought you’d just finally found out what a freak he is, but he assured me that you know and you don’t care. That he’s just a fucking idiot who hasn’t told his mom that you’re his girlfriend. There's an obvious solution here.”

You grunt in acknowledgement. “But you’re the one asking me, not him.” 

“Just come over.” YangYang’s tone doesn’t leave much room for arguing. “He’s an idiot, but surely you knew that before you started dating him. Come over, talk to him, and go with him.”

“I’m hanging up,” you force the words out just a split second before you end the call on YangYang. 

You lie there for a few minutes, holding your phone, staring up at the ceiling. Thinking. 

Is Haechan, like, fucking embarrassed to be with you? Is that why he hasn’t told his family about you? Why would you want to show up right before he leaves on that trip, to argue with him some more about it? You don’t want to ruin his trip, even if you are upset with him right now. 

And why should you go without him making any sign of apology first? It’s YangYang reaching out to you, not Haechan, and that doesn’t feel right either. If Haechan isn’t going to make the effort to say that he’s sorry, that he sees the wrong he’s done in this situation, then why should you put in the effort?

You lie there for a little while longer, turning your phone over and over in your hands. 

Your phone buzzes with a message, and you turn it over quickly just to see that it’s a message from YangYang. 

“Don’t know if you’re on your way over, but he just left.”

Your heart does a strange tumble in your chest. 

Not that you were really thinking about going over there, but it gives you a strange feeling to know that it’s not an option anymore. Haechan is gone, on his way to Jeju island. 

But something about that is the impetus you needed, and you finally lug yourself out of bed and into the shower. 

Maybe you should just text Haechan, you think as you massage your shampoo through your hair. Just open up that pathway with him so he knows you’re not totally pissed off to the point that you want to break up. Because you definitely don’t want to break up with him. He’s Haechan, the love of your life. 

You spend the rest of your shower drafting up different versions of the message you want to send him, so as soon as you step out of the shower, you reach for your phone, ready to send the message. 

But then you see you have several notifications. A couple texts. Three missed calls. 

All from Haechan. 

Then, somewhat muffled by distance, you hear a thud and your phone rings again. Haechan. 

And the thudding noise again, but you now recognize it as knocking on your apartment door. 

You don’t even bother to dry off. Instead, you just wrap the towel around you and beeline straight for the front door. The knocking continues as you approach. 

Through the peephole you can see Haechan standing there, his phone pressed to his ear while he knocks with the other hand. You can see his lips moving, and through the door you hear his muffled voice saying, “Come on, please. Please don’t just ignore me, baby.”

Your phone rings again in your hand. 

Haechan drops his head against the door. 

The moment you touch the deadbolt, Haechan straightens up, and when you pull the door open a few inches, you can see him standing there and looking at you with heavy emotions weighing down the corners of his mouth. 

“What, Donghyuck?” 

His lips, which had begun to lift into a smile, sink once more. You know he doesn’t like when you use his real name, especially not when the tone you say it in is sharp and hard, not at all softened by a smile as it usually is with him. 

His eyebrows furrow together a bit. “I’m sorry. I came here to say I’m sorry. All last night after you left, I kept thinking about you, about how I made a mistake. How I wanted to get out of bed and come over here to apologize and make things right. But I figured that you wouldn’t want to see me.”

Frankly, if he’d shown up last night, you probably wouldn’t have even granted him the courtesy of opening your door even this much. But right now you open it a few inches more, with your body barring the way. 

“Do you realize how much it hurt me to hear you say that, Haechan? To realize that I love you so much, that all of our friends and my family know that we’re together, that you and I have discussed the future and have made tentative plans to move into a place together, but you haven’t even told your family that I hold even a small place in your mind? That makes me feel like shit, Haechan. How am I supposed to take anything you say seriously now? Do you mean it when you tell me you love me? Do you really want to move in together? Do you mean it when you tell me about how much you want to get married and be a dad, and if you do mean it, do you mean you want it with me?”

Silence follows your words for a moment. Haechan stands there in front of you, wringing his hands together. 

“I’m an idiot,” he says finally. “I just… I know I should’ve told them about you. But there’s some things that I just want to hold close, and you’re one of them. Because I’m embarrassed. Not by you!” He quickly says, looking up at you with wide eyes. “I’ve never…. I’ve never brought anyone home before. They’ve never met anyone I’ve been in a relationship with, never seen me with anyone in a romantic way. That’s what I’m embarrassed about. They’ve never seen this side of me, this totally over-the-top in love side. Not to mention that I’m embarrassed by how for years we were just friends, but when I realized I had feelings for you, I fell so hard and fast.”

“You are an idiot,” you agree. “Do you think it wasn’t embarrassing for me? To have my family walk in on us? To have to introduce them to you minutes later? As soon as I told them your name, I could tell that they were laughing because for years, Haechan, I’d been talking about you. My mom teases me about it later that night. But never once, not for one minute, did I think it would be too embarrassing for them to know that I was dating you, that I’m in love with you.”

Haechan lowers his head. 

You tighten your hold on the towel you’re clutching around yourself. “But you have to see this from my side, right? You’ve been telling me that you love me, but then you tell me that I’m a huge secret from your family, they’ve never heard about me. You have to see how I would take that, don’t you? How I would hear that and believe that I’m nothing more than a fun fuck for you, a way for you to get kinky?”

“No,” Haechan interjects. “No, you’re not that. You have to know that.”

The way he’s staring at you tears at your heart. You’ve pretty much already forgiven him. You don’t want to be mad at him, after all, and he’s made this effort to come here and apologize. But, you’d like to see him grovel a little longer. 

Haechan says, “I was just embarrassed to realize I was so dumb and blind for so long, to go from telling myself that all the feelings I had for you were only friendly to suddenly being so in love with you and wanting you so much that it hurt me to watch anyone else touch you or look at you for too long. I love you, I want you. I want to live with you and be in love with you for the rest of our lives. But I need you to forgive me for being ridiculous. There’s really only one way to make things right, isn’t there?” 

Haechan takes a half-step backwards. 

Your heart lurches in your chest as he begins to sink down on one knee. 

You open the door fully now, staring in unmitigated shock at Haechan as he lowers himself down.

“Lee Donghyuck—“ Your tone is one of warning. 

He glances up at you. His lips tilt into a smirk, and he drops the other knee so that he’s just kneeling on the floor in front of your door. He folds his hands together, looks up at you with amusement lighting his eyes, hands lifted in a pleading manner as he begs, “Will you please forgive me, baby? My angel? Forgive me and come with me this weekend. Come meet my family.”

With a groan, you reach over and shove at his shoulder. 

Haechan laughs, dropping down to sit on his ankles. 

“You’re a dick,” you whine. 

“What? Did you think I was going to ask something else?” Haechan laughs, still looking up at you. 

You simply roll your eyes at him, turn around and walk away into your apartment, leaving the door open behind you.

Haechan calls out after you, “What’s your answer?”

“Just come inside!” You’re already walking into your bedroom, already reaching for a bag and some clothes. You hear the apartment door close, and then the sound of his footsteps crossing the floor. “Are you at least going to give your mom a heads up that you’re bringing someone with you?”

Haechan leans in your doorway, watching as you collect clothes and fold them nicely into your bag. He hums a little sound, “I may have called her earlier. I told her that I’ve been seeing a girl, and she asked me a thousand questions about you, and I told her that you’re coming home with me this weekend, so she’ll be able to ask you everything.”

“And what if I’d told you no? What if I really was ignoring you and just never answered?” You glance over at him, and Haechan is just watching you with this gentle smile. 

“I didn’t want to even consider that possibility,” Haechan says with a shake of his head.

You walk away to your bathroom, gathering your toiletries together. 

While you’re in there, Haechan says, “I love you, you know that, right? Like, I’m so in love with you, I’m sure I’m gonna catch shit about it this weekend from my mom and my siblings. They’re gonna tease the hell out of me, especially once my mom realizes who you are. Like I said yesterday, and never really got the chance to explain, I feel like there’s gonna be some judgment this weekend.”

You pop your head back out of the bathroom. Yes, that statement from him the night before had certainly triggered some of the more heated emotions that sent you walking out of his apartment. So right now, hearing it again, you can’t help asking, “And what does that mean?”

“Nothing bad.” Haechan rolls his eyes with a good-natured smile. “You’re wonderful. I don’t think they would find you lacking. If anything, they’re going to judge me against you and wonder why the hell you would put up with me.” 

That’s bullshit. “As if. Haechan, you’re perfect. I’ve heard the way you talk about your mom, and I know you, so there’s no way that she doesn’t believe you’re perfect.”

Haechan snorts. “I know you think I’m perfect, angel, but not everyone feels the same. Especially not when you’re there with all of your… you-ness.”

“Meaning what exactly?” What does your you-ness mean? Is it a compliment?

Haechan stands there for a moment as you emerge from the bathroom to pack your toiletries into your bag, and you can see him mulling over the words, rolling them around in his mind and on his tongue for a moment before he finally lets them out. 

“You are perfect. Like actually. I’m good at imitating perfection maybe, but you just… are.” Haechan sighs suddenly. “Everything about you just fits into this bubble of perfection in my mind. You’re an angel in my eyes, and I know you know it.”

A warm glow through your chest, melting the last bits of icy bitterness remaining from your fight yesterday. 

And you dissolve just a little more when Haechan walks closer, when he clutches one of your hands, bringing it to his chest, against his heart. 

He tells you, “You’re beautiful, kind, hard-working and smart. You’re one of the only women in our company, the best in your area, and you just keep excelling. When you got that promotion, oh my God. I’m so proud of you, proud to call myself your boyfriend. You’re living your dream, and I wish I could do that.” 

It is your dream to be working this job, to have a successful career in this field. You know that Haechan enjoys his work in this area too, but after that night of your first date, when you’d encouraged him to sing, you’d reawakened his youthful dream of being a singer, one that he hasn’t made much progress towards achieving, though not from lack of trying. 

Haechan’s heart beats steadily beneath your hand. He holds your gaze as he continues speaking from the heart. 

“I couldn’t possibly find anyone in this world to love me better than you. You’re a daydream, and my favorite  wet dream, to put it bluntly. So, yeah. You’re perfect, my angel, and as soon as my family realizes that you’re the one I’ve been telling them about for years now, the friend I met as a freshman, my mom is gonna call me an idiot for waiting so long to realize that I was in love with you.”

That makes you laugh, genuinely laugh from the belly. 

You pull your hand away from his chest so you can instead throw your arms around his shoulders and pull him into a tight hug.

“You are an idiot for waiting years to realize that you were in love with me.” You crush yourself against him, unable to disagree with his mom’s hypothetical words. “I had a crush on you from day one, Haechan, and we were friends for so long. It’s only because of you that it took us so long.”

Haechan makes a face. “I don’t know about that.”

You scoff. “It’s true. You were so blind to me for years, and now look at you.” You pull back from the hug so you can see his face. “You’re a total sucker for me, wrapped around my finger.”

A slow-growing smile appears on Haechan’s face. “Oh? I am wrapped around your finger?”

You nod.

Haechan tsks at you. “I think you’re mistaken, angel. You’re the one wrapped around my finger, baby, and sometimes around multiple fingers.” As he says it, Haechan tightens the arm around your waist. He touches his lips to your ear. “You’re often wrapped around my tongue, like last night.” he croons. 

You shiver a little, recalling the pleasure of riding his face on the sofa last night. But you don’t have time for that sort of distraction right now. If you’re going to make it to Jeju island today, you should probably be leaving soon. 

“Just admit it, baby,” Haechan is still saying, “If one of us will do anything the other asks of them, it’s you.”

Again, you scoff. You push out of his hold. “Why don’t you take my bag while I get dressed.”

You’re still just wearing your towel after the shower. And you don’t think traveling to meet his family in just a towel would give them a very good first impression. 

Haechan grins, pecks a kiss to your cheek, grabs your bag, and heads out your bedroom door. 

a/n: Haechan in the story is a bit of a dumbass tbh, like??? Just tell your family about the woman that you're literally so in love with!!! But... anyway, you'll get a little bit of his POV in the next chapter about that! You'll also be getting more of totally, fully, completely in love Haechan waxing romantic about Y/N.

I can't believe that next chapter is gonna be the end already, I feel like I just started writing and posting this fic not too long ago!

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Tattooed Heart - Part IV

SUMMARY: You are a cocktail waitress at a swanky lounge. Harry comes in one night, and you instantly dislike him. But another encounter eventually changes your opinion.

PAIRING: Waitress Y/N x Artist/Tattoo Artist Harry

TROPES: Enemies to Lovers

MUST BE 18+ TO READ

WORD COUNT: 7k+

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“Ugh, look at him,” groaned Jill, nudging your shoulder with hers when she walked behind the counter to bring empty coffee cups from a nearby table.

You stopped mid-pour, turning to see whom she was talking about, but the only table occupied now besides Harry’s was the older woman whose coffee you were preparing.

“Who, Harry?” you asked, holding back a grin.

“No, Stan,” Jill scoffed. “Yes, of course Harry.”

“What about him?”

“He’s just so….ugh. Infuriatingly handsome.”

Your cheeks a rosy pink, you turned back to your task at hand. After only one date, you weren’t ready to tell your co-worker that you were interested in Harry in any way. Fortunately, you’d had the early shift that Monday morning, and Harry had arrived an hour before Jill’s shift. So she hadn’t seen your exchange when he’d walked up to the counter, a lopsided grin on his face as he’d ordered his flat white.

“I’ll get that right out to you,” you’d mimicked his smile before taking the next customer’s order.

He’d chosen his usual table by the window, opening his backpack and setting up his tablet. When you’d brought his coffee to him, he’d whispered so softly, you had to lean over to hear him.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“I still can’t stop thinking about you.” His hand had covered yours on the table, and he’d given it a quick but tender squeeze.

“Then we may have a problem.”

“Why’s that?”

Boldly, you’d leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Because I can’t stop thinking about you either.”

“Y/N!” called Jill, snapping you back to the present.

“Yeah?” you blinked. Somehow, you’d managed to finish making the older woman’s latte, and brought it to her table without even realizing. You’d had Harry brain for the last two days. And with him currently present in your cafe, minding his own business, it was a wonder you were even able to function. Especially after his previous admission.

“Come see,” your co-worker waved you over to Harry’s table. “He’s working on something new.”

Wiping your hands on a towel, you joined Jill, standing beside her to see what Harry had drawn on his tablet. As he held it up, you felt a flutter in your chest.

“Oh, that’s…” you started to say, pointing. It looked a lot like the painting you had seen at his apartment on Saturday. The one of the moon dripping. But you quickly side-stepped, not wanting to divulge your weekend whereabouts with your new friend.

“That’s really cool,” you croaked instead, clearing your throat. “I like how the drops make a heart.”

“Thanks,” muttered Harry, turning slightly to give you a smirk.

“Ugh! So talented!” Jill spun around, heading back to the counter as a customer entered.

You stood in your spot, your feet frozen to the tile as you watched Harry’s stylus pen continue its magic on the screen. Clutching your hands at your chest, you noticed the slightest differences in the current drawing and the painting from the other night. Completely mesmerized, you almost missed it when Harry’s finger beckoned you closer.

“Sorry…” you let out a breath, speaking softly as you scooted closer to his table. “I shouldn’t be staring.”

“At the drawing or me?”

You weren’t sure if it was his question or his low, raspy tone that caught you off guard, but you felt a sudden high-pitched laugh rise from your throat and escape your lips. Shaking your head, you cursed yourself for blushing. You hated sounding like a giggling schoolgirl.

“Both,” you finally admitted.

Harry’s mouth spread slowly into a sexy grin, his eyes on you. “What time should I pick you up tomorrow?”

Stealing a swift look over your shoulder, you noticed Jill was still helping the customer.

“That’s up to you. I’m free all day.”

“Yeah?” Harry raised a brow. Then folding his arms on the table, he leaned closer, licking his lips. “That opens a world of possibilities, then.”

With a laugh, you pushed your hair behind your ear. “Does it?”

“Well, that depends on what you’re into.” You felt the color rise in your cheeks again, and Harry chuckled. “I’ll think of something. How ‘bout I pick you up at noon? We’ll have lunch and go from there.”

You smiled gently. “Sounds good.”

Realizing Jill had finished with his customer, you made your way back to the counter.

“So, what were you two chatting about over there?” she asked you.

“Huh? Oh, nothing.”

“Well, he made you laugh, whatever it was.”

“It was silly,” you shook your head, waving off her comment.

“Mhm.”

“What?” you shrugged, turning toward the espresso machine. “He’s funny.”

“He’s also staring at you.”

“What?” Nearly bumping into Jill as you twirled around, your eyes caught a glimpse of Harry’s just before he returned his attention to his iPad. A sudden warmth filled your senses and you felt like you might melt.

“Well…” you heard Jill remark. “That was…something.”

You pursed your lips as you glared at her. “It was nothing.”

“I beg to differ. First he makes you laugh, then he’s staring at you?”

“Jill!”

Breaking your train of thought and protest, the cafe door swung open then and two businessmen walked in. As soon as you took their order, a young woman entered, followed by three more. The lunch crowd was starting to trickle in.

Just as you had taken the two men’s orders to them and returned to the counter, you noticed Harry had packed up his things, his rucksack slung over his shoulder. You saw him look up and meet your gaze, an easy grin on his face. Lifting his hand, he gave you a wave, and you waved back as he exited the cafe.

Soon enough, the end of your shift arrived, and Melaina, another waitress, greeted you behind the counter to take your place. You couldn’t get home soon enough, prepared to take the longest, deepest nap of all time. But as soon as your head hit the pillow, you heard your phone ping with a text.

What was with the secrecy?

Confused, you simply typed, ???

You pretended you hadn’t seen my art before. You don’t want your friend to know?

To know what?

LOL ok, I get it. I can play along.

I’m not sure I know what you mean.

That was a lie. You knew what he was getting at. You also knew you weren’t interested in telling Jill - or anyone for that matter - about you and Harry because…you weren’t sure where this was going yet. It was too soon. And with everything that had led up to the first date, you certainly didn’t want everything to unravel and get worse than how it had started.

At least you think about me. Glad to know that.

You texted back the blushing emoji since that’s exactly what you were doing. Again.

Do you work tonight?

Yeah. I’m in my office now. Just wanted to text you first.

Oh ok. I’m about to take a nap. Have a good day!

Can I ring you tonight? Might be late.

Sure, that’s fine.

Have a great nap babe. xx

After laying your phone on your bedside table, you drifted off to sleep with a smile on your face.

“Want some more popcorn?” asked Shae, holding out the bowl between you.

“No, thanks,” you shook your head.

You were getting sleepy, your eyelids weighing down as you tried to focus on the end of the movie. A buzz from your left side startled you, and as you picked up your phone, a sly grin twitched your lips.

“Hello?”

“Hey. What are you doing?”

“Just a sec.” Rising from the sofa, you addressed your roommate. “I’m gonna take this in my room.”

“Aw, but Y/N, the movie’s almost over!”

“It’s okay. Tell me how it ends.”

Shae huffed as she watched you round the couch and head for your room, shutting the door behind you.

“Sorry about that. I was watching a movie.”

“Oh. Don’t let me interrupt,” Harry insisted.

“It’s fine. I’ve seen it already.” You heard Harry chuckle low as you sat on your bed. “How was work?”

“Good,” Harry sighed. “But I’m glad it’s over so I can talk to you.”

“Wow, you’re laying it on thick already,” you teased.

“Heyyy. It’s the truth! I told you I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

“Mhm.”

“Almost came by the cafe yesterday just to see you. But I was afraid it might be a bit much.”

“Why? You should have. I was bored out of my skull yesterday.”

“Were you the only one working?”

“Yep, until closing.”

“Then I’m a stupid twit.”

You laughed out loud, quickly covering your mouth with your hand. This guy was already making you feel…things. You weren’t sure if you were ready.

“At least we have tomorrow. We’re still on, right?”

“Yes, of course,” you replied.

“I was thinking we could have a picnic if you’re up for it. The weather’s supposed to be lovely.”

“A picnic?”

“Yeah. Too cheesy?”

“No…” you swallowed hard and laid back on your pillow. “No, not at all. I’d like that.”

“Good,” Harry said with a smile in his voice. “Can’t wait to see you, love.”

You chuckled lightly. “You just saw me this morning.”

“I know. Funny, innit?”

“If you keep this up, you might get sick of me,” you jested.

Harry’s laugh rang through the phone, and you felt your heart skip. “I sincerely doubt it.”

You bit your lip as you tried to keep your thoughts in line.

“Honestly, babe?” Harry continued. “If I’d had my way, I would have come to yours straight from work to pick you up. And you’d be here with me in this bed now instead of there on the phone.”

Your breath caught in your throat before you gasped aloud. “Harry…”

His low chuckle only fueled the fire. “See what I mean? It’s a bit insane how much my thoughts revolve around you. I’m trying to be a gentleman though.”

You swallowed. “Are you saying you regret what happened Saturday night?”

“Fuck, no. I loved it. If I think about it hard enough, I can still taste you on my tongue.”

“Oh my God, I should probably hang up now.”

“Why?” laughed Harry. “Are you blushing, babe?”

“Indubitably.”

Harry chuckled harder. “You’re cute.”

“And you’re an insatiable flirt.”

“Can’t help it, honey. I enjoy teasing you.”

“And using pet names,” you remarked.

“That’s only ‘cause I like you. But if you don’t want me to…”

“I didn’t say that.”

“No? Which one do you like best?” asked Harry.

“Hmm. I don’t have a preference. I just want it to be natural.”

“Good answer. I like that.”

You chatted for a little while longer until you noticed the time was after 1AM. It was Harry, surprisingly, who suggested you both say goodnight.

“I’ll see you at noon, Y/N. Sleep well.”

“Goodnight, Harry.”

“Sweet dreams, baby.”

You laid on your bed, atop your covers for another ten minutes or so, arms spread wide as you stared at the ceiling.

How had he managed it? In one day - not even a whole day because you’d only seen him for a couple hours at the cafe, and then talked to him on the phone for maybe another hour - Harry Styles had already turned your world topsy-turvy. You were feeling it. No, not love…that was silly. It was way too soon to have those kinds of feelings. But…feelings nonetheless. Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to recall the last time you’d felt this way.

Excited. Blissful. Giddy.

Yeah, it was way too soon for this.

He was going to be there any minute. Having already gotten his text announcing he was on his way, you rushed to double check yourself in the mirror, pleased with your choice of the peasant blouse and jeans. Quickly slipping into your shoes, you nearly bumped into Shae when you opened your bedroom door.

“Oh. Hey. I thought you were working today.”

“Nope,” she said, popping her P. “I’m off. You look nice though. Where are you off to?”

“Um…nowhere.”

The sound of the doorbell made you jump. And when your roommate made a move toward the door, you wanted to scream or crawl under the table or…something. But you knew your time had run out. Stood frozen, you cringed as you watched Shae swing the door open.

“Oh! Hi…” she furrowed her brows.

“Hi…um, Shae, right?” you heard Harry mutter.

“Yeah…what…”

“I take it Y/N didn’t tell you.”

���Tell me what?” Shae’s glare shifted from Harry to you. “It’s that Harry guy.”

“Yeah, um…” you cleared your throat, opening the door wider. Your stomach flipped when your eyes met Harry’s who stared at you with a questioning gaze. “Harry and I are…on good terms now. We made amends.”

“Made amends? When? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s…” you sighed, looking at your friend, “it’s a long story. And it’s complicated. I probably should have told you, and I’m sorry. But I’ll tell you more about it later, okay?”

You stepped out onto the landing, giving Harry a smile. “Hi.”

“Hi, babe. You look beautiful.”

“What the hell is going on?” exclaimed Shae, her hands on her hips. “Are you seeing him now? After what he did to you?”

“Like I said, I’ll explain it all later. But to answer your question, yes.”

Her mouth agape, Shae stared at you incredulously as you waved goodbye and took Harry’s hand.

“Your roommate’s gonna hate me now,” remarked Harry when you reached his car.

“She already hates you. Because I hated you, remember? Don’t worry, once I tell her everything, she’ll adore you. She already thought you were hot. She’ll be relieved you’re not really an asshole.”

Harry cackled as he held open the door for you. “I dunno if I should be flattered or offended.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you grinned, rising on your tiptoes to give him a peck on the cheek. “I think you’re hot and a sweetheart.”

Harry beamed his dimpled smile as he rounded the car and got behind the wheel. His expression matched the gorgeous weather that he’d proclaimed was imminent. Without a cloud in the sky, you rode next to Harry in his car as he drove down familiar roads until he turned down a side street that led to the park. While it had regretfully been a while since you’d visited, you still considered it one of your favorite places. Even though there had been no way for Harry to know that, you still felt grateful.

After finding a place to park, Harry opened the back door to retrieve a tartan blanket which he handed to you, along with a large basket. Grinning, he took your hand to lead you across the grass. Stopping near a tree, he set the basket on the ground and reached for the blanket which you helped spread out on the green.

“I have to say, Harry,” you paused, biting your lip, “when you mentioned a picnic, this was immediately what I was picturing. But then I told myself I was being too literal. I truly was not expecting you to have an actual picnic basket.”

“It wouldn’t be a picnic otherwise,” he stated matter-of-factly, sitting on the blanket.

“I don’t know. You could have very easily brought something in a paper bag. Or even stopped off at McDonald’s.”

Shaking his head, Harry snorted as he reached inside the basket. “You need to give me more credit than that.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. This is just very out of the ordinary for me.”

“How so?” Harry asked as he set out what looked to be individually wrapped mini sandwiches.

“Well, I…no one’s ever…did you make these?”

Harry raised a brow. “Of course.”

“Wow. These look fancy! And delicious. What’s in them?”

“Um…salami, mozzarella, pesto, basil, spinach and tomato.”

You continued to stare at Harry as he pulled more items from the picnic basket. He had a mix of fruit, some kind of layered salad in mason jars, a small quiche, and a large carafe of water with lemon and mint. With a sense of contentment, you settled comfortably on the blanket as Harry poured the water into plastic cups. Handing you one, he smiled.

“Dig in, babe.”

Clearing your throat, you blinked. “Sorry, I…I’m overwhelmed.”

“It’s just food, darling.”

Your chest felt tight and heavy as you shook your head. “No, it’s not. It’s incredible. You’re incredible.”

Setting down your cup, you leaned over and planted a kiss on his lips. He grinned against you before reciprocating, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you into his lap. Your kisses continued, his soft, pillowy lips combined with his intoxicating cologne making you light-headed, until you finally broke away.

“Sorry…” you breathed.

“Don’t be,” Harry blinked slowly, his long lashes brushing softly against his cheeks. “Reckon I started off on the right foot this time. I only hope I didn’t peak too early.”

A small giggle escaped your throat as you sat back. “Well, let’s not forget, I haven’t actually eaten the food yet.”

“What will you do if it’s rubbish?” Harry laughed.

“Guess I’ll have to walk home.”

Harry continued to snicker as he playfully rolled his eyes, handing you a plate. “I guarantee you’ll at least like the fruit. And probably the sandwiches.”

Grabbing one of the mini baguettes, you unwrapped it and took a large bite. Immediately your mouth danced with glee as you took in the delectable flavors. Pleased by the reaction on your face, Harry opened one of the mason jars and spooned out the salad onto your plate. Then he cut a portion of the quiche and laid it beside the salad.

“You don’t have to feed me,” you insisted.

“What if I want to?”

“Hmm…then I guess I’ll let you.” Picking up the small pie with your fingers, you took a savory bite. “God, this is by far the best lunch I’ve ever had.”

“Glad to hear it,” Harry beamed, handing you a plastic fork for your salad and taking a bite of his own.

“Do you like to cook?”

“I do, actually. It’s one of my hobbies, you could say.”

“You’re full of surprises, Harry,” you commented before taking a sip of water. “Although, I shouldn’t be surprised. I already knew you’re a man of many talents.”

You caught the smirk on Harry’s lips as he looked down at his plate. You both ate in silence for a bit, enjoying each other’s company and the ideal weather. You gazed around you, taking in the atmosphere. You watched a couple who tossed a frisbee back and forth, and a young mother pushing her child in a stroller. When you took the last bite of your quiche, Harry surprised you again by leaning over with a strawberry between his fingers. With a grin, you popped open your mouth and allowed him to feed it to you.

When nearly all of the food had been devoured, and you helped Harry pack up the remains into the basket and discarded the trash in a nearby waste bin, you laid back on the blanket, enjoying the warm sun on your face. While it was still a rather cool day, the sunshine made it pleasant.

“Be right back,” you heard Harry announce. “Gonna get something out of the car.”

Squinting your eyes, you watched him pick up the basket and take it with him. When he returned, you noticed the notebook in his hand.

“What are you doing?” you asked, lifting yourself up on your elbows.

“No, lay back down,” he instructed, taking his seat next to you.

When he opened the notebook, he slid a pencil out from beneath the spiral and began to sketch.

“Are you drawing?” you inquired softly.

His green eyes lifting from his paper, he gave a sly grin.

“What are you- you’re not drawing me!” you exclaimed rolling onto your side.

“Stay still,” Harry chuckled. “Lay back the way you were.”

With a huff, you slowly moved to your previous position as you listened to the sound of the pencil against the paper. You silently wondered how long you had to remain still as you continued to watch Harry’s gaze shift from you to his notebook. Your breaths quickened as his eyes roamed your body, making you a bit self-conscious. Finally, you saw his lips twitch into a sexy grin, and he lowered his paper and shut the book.

“Do I get to see?”

Instead of answering, Harry laid down next to you, his shoulder brushing yours.

“Harry!”

With a snicker, Harry lifted the notebook. “Alright. But just so you know, it’s just a quick sketch. And it does not fully reflect the way I see you.”

Grimacing, you glared at him. “Is that good or bad?”

“Here,” Harry laughed, opening the book to the page he’d just sketched and handing it to you. While it was indeed a quick sketch, maybe even a bit messy by some standards, you were amazed at how much it looked like you.

“That’s…remarkable,” you commented softly, choosing the best word.

Turning your head to look at him, you noticed he was already staring at you. When he rolled over and brushed your hair from your face, you lowered the notebook to your side. He kissed you tenderly at first, so softly that your entire body felt like you were lying on a cloud, and not the blanket on the ground. Your hands traveled around to his back while he hovered over you, lifting his head slightly to look into your eyes. Though he didn’t speak, his eyes spoke volumes. The only words you really needed right then. And when his mouth met yours again, and you eagerly allowed his tongue access, you knew he’d heard your words as well.

“Hmm,” Harry hummed when he broke free, his forehead resting against yours. “Your lips drive me mad, baby. I could kiss you all day.”

With a smile, you lifted your hand to his jaw, rubbing his scruffy chin. “Same here.”

After a few more kisses, Harry sat up, running his fingers through his hair. “I had another idea for this afternoon, but do you mind if we stop at my flat first?”

“Not at all. What is your other idea?”

“If you’d like, we could visit the art gallery.”

You sat up urgently. “Where your art is? I would love that!”

“Yeah?” Satisfied with your response, Harry rose from the blanket and reached his hand out to help you up. Then lightly brushing the back of his hand against your cheek, he looked like he was about to say something, but his words escaped him. You didn’t mind, however. When you helped him fold up the blanket and walked with him to the car, you had a feeling the day was going to be filled with unspoken words - gestures of mutual feelings.

After putting away the rest of the food and freshening up in Harry’s bathroom, you were excited to go see his art on display at the gallery. 

“Harry! So good to see you!” greeted a man in a suit.

“You as well, Sherod,” said Harry, shaking the man’s hand. “How are things?”

“Can’t complain, can’t complain,” Sherod nodded emphatically. “We are still waiting patiently on your newest project, yes?”

“Yeah, I’m still…tweaking it.”

“Ah, don’t tweak too much, Harry. You know the best art is always what comes naturally, from the heart.” As Harry shrugged, you noticed Sherod making eye contact with you. “And who is this delicate creature?”

“Sherod, this beautiful lady is Y/N. I’ve come to show her around.”

Color rose in your cheeks at both Sherod’s and Harry’s compliments. Not to mention the way Harry had his hand on your lower back.

“Miss Y/N, so lovely to have you here today. Please enjoy your visit.”

Once Sherod was out of earshot, Harry grinned at you and gestured to the left. You joined him in the large room where many art pieces were displayed on the walls and on pedestals, some encased. For the most part, you simply nodded as Harry pointed out some of the art he liked, commenting a bit when something caught your eye.

“I especially like this one,” Harry said when he stopped in front of a large canvas of greens and blues, tiny streaks of gold in between that resembled marble. “I sometimes come here just to stare at it for a bit. It calms me.”

“It looks like the ocean,” you agreed. “But also…a little like an enchanted forest, if that makes sense. Very tranquil.”

Turning his head to look at you, Harry opened his mouth. Once again, he seemed unable to speak, so you simply smiled back at him. Running your hand down his arm, you walked behind him to inspect the next painting.

“This one, however, has a different feeling altogether,” you remarked. “It’s sexy…a bit sensual, but not necessarily in a calming way. Kind of reminds me of pent up energy, ready to explode.”

Standing behind you, Harry placed his hands on your waist. You felt his breath in your hair before he pressed his lips to your head. You hummed softly at his sweet gesture, covering his hands with yours.

“Where’s your art, Harry?” you whispered.

Clearing his throat, he released his hands from your body and stepped toward the right. “Over here.”

At the end of the room, Harry stopped in front of a display of art that you recognized from his website. Seeing it in person was different from seeing it on a screen. It took your breath away. Mesmerized, you inspected each detail, every line, every stroke. You could feel Harry’s stare as you walked around his mini gallery. When you took in the last piece, you looked up at him.

“You’re amazing,” you declared. “It’s all so extraordinary.”

“Thank you, love,” he blinked slowly.

Taking his hands, you smiled. “Is it okay to kiss you in here?”

Harry chuckled, his eyes dancing. “I think it’s perfectly okay.”

His lips met yours as you lifted your hands to his neck, pulling him closer.

“I know, I have nothing really to go on,” you added when your mouths separated. “I’m not all that knowledgeable in art. I just know what moves me and what doesn’t. And yours definitely does.”

“Baby…” Harry breathed. “God, love, you’ve rendered me speechless today.”

Giving him one extra kiss, you took his hand again and gave it a squeeze. He didn’t need to say anything.

When you rounded the corner, however, Harry stopped in his tracks, an immediate look of disdain on his face. Following his point of vision, you noticed a familiar looking blonde at the reception desk. When she turned around, she tossed her hair behind her shoulder and lifted her chin.

“Hello, Harry.”

“Nicolette. What are you doing here?”

Of course. The former arm candy.

“Came to do some business with Sherod. Daddy’s having one of his restaurants remodeled, and he wants to buy all new art for it.”

“I see,” Harry frowned. With almost a shutter, he quickly cleared his throat and addressed you. “Sorry, Y/N, this is Nicolette Eisman, Nicolette, Y/N Y/LN.”

“Nice to meet you,” you greeted, gritting your teeth and hoping she didn’t recognize you from Zelda’s.

“Pleasure,” Nicolette said thinly, not bothering to even look you in the eye, her glare still on Harry. “How’s the moon series coming along? Have you finished it yet? Or are you going to wait another three months agonizing over it?”

“I don’t reckon that’s any of your concern anymore.”

“Ouch! Come now, Harry,” Nicolette retorted. “I thought we ended on better terms than that.”

“You thought wrong,” Harry said flatly.

Wanting to crawl into a hole, you were relieved when you saw Sherod emerge from a back room, holding out both hands to Nicolette.

“Darling! So good to see you!” he greeted her with the same emphatic energy he’d given Harry.

“C’mon, let’s go,” you heard him mutter before guiding you to the exit and out the door.

Once in the car, Harry revved up the engine before running his hands down his face with an exasperated sigh.

“Harry…” you said softly.

“I’m sorry,” he shook his head. “I definitely didn’t mean to run into her.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“She just…infuriates me. But…ugh, it has nothing to do with you. I don’t want this to ruin our day. I’m sorry.”

“Harry,” you said again, reaching your hand out to touch his arm. “It’s okay. It was bound to happen sooner or later. She obviously still does business here. Nothing you can do about that.”

“Yeah.”

Scooting closer to him, you smiled reassuringly. “Besides. I’m already having the best day with you. One snarky blonde is not going to ruin it.”

His million dollar smile sent a spark through your bloodstream and made you weak in the knees. When he pulled you into a kiss, he didn’t hesitate to let you know he wanted to deepen it, his tongue eager to fill your mouth. His hands cupping your face, he moaned against your lips, sending a whole other surge of arousal to your privates. You nearly gasped when he released you, your face warm with desire.

“Come home with me?” He asked it in a question form, but it sounded more like a demand. “I don’t want this day to end.”

“Me neither.”

“I’ll cook us dinner and we can watch the sunset. Then if you want, we can go to the shop, and I’ll give you your tattoo.”

“My tattoo? Tonight? But I still don’t know what I wanna get.”

“The heart moon. That art of mine you’d liked. I was working on it yesterday at the cafe.”

“You were working on a tattoo for me?”

“Yeah…” he smirked. “Rather presumptuous of me, I know. But I thought you might like it.”

Your smile widening, you nodded. “I do.”

You sat out on the small terrace of Harry’s apartment, overlooking the city, the sun descending before you in shades of orange, purple and red. Harry had cooked another lovely meal, this time bringing out a bottle of rosé as you sat barefoot on the same blanket from the picnic.

“Gorgeous, innit?” you heard him ask when you took a sip of wine.

“Breathtaking.”

“It’s my favorite thing about this flat. When there’s a full moon, you can see it clearly, like a big ball in the sky. It’s what inspired those paintings.”

“Harry, this…this is so romantic. This whole day. It’s been incredible.”

Harry feigned offense, a tiny smirk on his face. “What? You didn’t think I could be romantic?”

“No, I…well, the restaurant the other night was romantic too, it’s just…I wasn’t expecting this.”

“What were you expecting?”

“I dunno,” you shrugged. “I guess I figured…you know…after Saturday night, at the tattoo shop…”

“I’m not after a quick fix, Y/N.”

“No?”

Harry ran his fingers through his hair. “Let me make something clear, Y/N,” he said, scooting closer to you. “I’m immensely attracted to you. I’m excited to explore every single inch of your body, and to share mine with you. In every way you can imagine. But I reckon, if we’re on the same page…and I’m pretty sure we are…then we have plenty of time for all of that.”

You gulped, then blew out a breath. “We do?”

Harry reached a hand up to push a curl from your cheek. “I hope so.” His fingers lingered against your skin before he lightly ghosted the tips across your jaw. “You like me, yeah?”

You shivered at his touch as well as the way he was staring at you so intently. “Of course.”

“I like you, too. And the fact that I haven’t been able to get you off my mind tells me there’s something between us. Something I’m eager to explore further.”

“Really?”

Nodding, Harry set down his glass and reached for yours, placing it next to his.

“I’ve been…feeling something today, haven’t you? It’s like…you get me.”

“Yeah? How?” you asked.

“Like at the gallery. When you told me what those paintings made you feel. I feel the same thing. And when I sketched you at the park. You didn’t laugh at me, even though it was basically a rubbish scribble. It’s like you’re willing to open up a space for me in your heart. And I appreciate it so much. I…fuck, I dunno what I’m saying…I-”

Silencing him with your kiss, you moved even closer to him, and he ardently pulled you into his lap. His kisses were thirsty, as though it wasn’t the hundredth time your lips had touched that day.

“Harry…” you breathed. “I do get you. And I’ve been feeling it as well, all day. Just the fact that you wanted to show me your art at the gallery said so much. Not in a show-off kind of way; I didn’t take it like that. But more like you were willing to share a little bit more of yourself with me. Something you take pride in. That’s special to me, and means a lot.”

Harry smiled wide, running his hands up and down your back.

“Does that mean you might be willing to share something with me?”

“Like what?” you blushed.

“Like…your writing.”

“Oh,” you scoffed. “I haven’t written anything in ages.”

“Well…when you do? Can I read?”

You smiled. “Deal.”

“Good. Now…you ready to go get your tattoo?”

“No,” you sighed and shook your head.

“No?”

“Let’s save it for another day.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. I hope to have lots more of these with you.”

“Alright. I can’t promise anything though. I reckon I’ve run out of ideas.”

You playfully pushed his shoulder, making him lean back. “Stop it.”

“No, I’m perfectly fine with that,” he grinned. “Elated even.”

He kissed you fervently then, his tongue wanting nothing more than to wrestle with yours. He filled your mouth with wanton and shameless desire, your own appetite growing so much, you thought you might come undone. When his left hand cupped your breast while his right held your neck, you gasped.

“Can we go to the bedroom?” you inquired against his lips.

“Are you sure?” Harry asked, his chest falling with heavy breaths.

“Yes. I know you’d been holding back all day, trying to be a gentleman. And I appreciate the chivalry, I do. But I need to feel you now.”

A mere nod is all it took for you to rise from Harry’s lap. This time you held your hand out for him the way he had for you at the park. Taking your hand in his, he led you to his bedroom, his large bed claiming the majority of the space. You caught a quick glimpse of another painting above his bed before he laid you down and kissed you passionately.

“Baby…” he cooed. “Tell me what you like.”

With an inward chuckle, you grinned. “Somehow I knew you’d be the kind of guy to ask that.”

“Why? Don’t you want me to please you?”

“Very much.”

“Then tell me. I wanna make you feel good.”

“I think we both know you have no problems with that.”

Harry chuckled then, his sly smirk returning to his handsome face. “Alright then. Can I undress you?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded, sitting up slightly to allow Harry to pull your peasant blouse over your head. When his eyes traveled down your chest, you saw them darken with lust. And when he unhooked the front closure of your bra to reveal your bare breasts, his breath hitched in his throat.

“Jesus, babe, you’re beautiful.”

As you laid back down, Harry removed his own shirt, tossing it on the floor. Then he hovered over you, kissing you deeply once again. His necklace tapped against your bare skin as his mouth traveled down your neck and chest and between your breasts. His hands cupped them while his wet mouth sucked hungrily on your nipples, giving each equal attention.

When his lips moved further south, you felt him unbutton your jeans, tugging them as you lifted your butt so he could pull them down and off. Harry grinned when he spied your lace panties, a black pair this time.

“One day,” he commented, “when we’re both off from work and have nothing to do, I want you to spend the day here with me wearing nothing but your sexy lacy panties.”

You giggled delightfully as he grinned at you, his hands running up your thighs.

“You are so fucking sexy. I wanna make you scream my name, babe. But I’m afraid I might not last. Just being honest.”

Before you could retort, Harry slid your panties down your legs, caressing your feet on the way. Then he stood up and removed his own jeans and underwear. You barely had time to process the view of his delicious body before he was above you again, kissing you on the way up.

“Harry…baby…” you breathed hard when his mouth found your nipples again and his hand slid between your thighs, finding your wetness.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Tell me.”

“I need you. Now. Please.”

You gulped hard, trying to catch your breath as Harry’s thumb teased your clit. You could already feel yourself dripping, and when he slid his fingers up your slit and brought them to his mouth, you whined his name again.

“I’m here, babe,” he promised. “Just need a condom.”

Retrieving one from his bedside table, he rolled it over his length as you watched. You bit your lip, bracing yourself for his size. Then when he situated himself between your legs, he kissed you once again. When he lifted his head, his eyes were a dark, emerald green, his lips pink and swollen. You ran your hands up his inked chest and down his shoulders, grabbing hold of his biceps.

“I’m ready for you, love. Are you ready for me?”

You nodded as you looked into his eyes just before he pushed into you. You gasped even though he was considerate to be slow and easy as he moved. Before long you adjusted to his girth, your juices quickly dripping down your thighs.

You moaned at the sensation, the friction good enough to make you want to weep. Harry’s own groans and low pitched sounds sent your body trembling until you wrapped your legs around him, holding on tightly. 

“Taking me so well, Y/N,” you heard him say. “That fuckin’ pretty pussy of yours. So wet.”

Mumbling sweet nothings in your ear, Harry rolled into you deeper. You thought he whispered something else about you feeling so good, but you were already on too much of a high to make out the words. Finally, grasping for the covers underneath you, you threw your head back and called out to God.

“Yeah baby,” Harry moaned. “I’m so close already.”

“Me too,” you breathed. “Holy shit, Harry. Fuck me!”

With a grunt, Harry shifted his body, grabbing your wrists and holding them down as he thrusted harder and faster. He cursed between heavy breaths, his voice quivering as he called you baby and honey while you took him deeper. Your toes curled and more moans escaped your lips until you knew you were close to the edge. Raking your fingernails down his back, you grabbed hold of his ass, pulling your legs back and wide.

“Fuck! Yesss!” Harry cried, pounding into you so hard, the headboard hit the wall. He propped himself up by grabbing it, sending you both sliding toward it until your head was flush against it.

Reaching between you, you took Harry’s balls in your hand and caressed them. You watched his eyes roll back in his head, his mouth gaping open as he continued to fuck you. He cursed again as he licked his lips, veins in his temples thick and prominent before you heard him let out a guttural moan, his hips thrusting a few more times. Then with a tiny whimper, his body fell against yours, his face buried in your neck.

“Shit,” he exhaled. “God damn, baby, you’re amazing.”

“Hmm, so are you,” you cooed, tracing invisible shapes across his back.

“No, ‘m not. I wanted to make you come first.”

With a giggle, you whispered, “I’m not even mad about that.”

Harry lifted his head then to look at you. You smiled at him, his beautiful face wet with perspiration, his curls messy atop his head. As he removed the condom and threw it away in the bin, he grinned at you shyly.

“I told you I might not last.”

“It’s totally okay.”

“Mmm, no it’s not. But I can still make you come.”

Harry crawled down your body like a snake, stopping at your waist. You opted not to protest. After all, he was willing to please you. Who were you to say no?

Gliding his hands down your thighs, he lifted them, wasting no time. His mouth was on your clit before you had time to take a breath, and a small cry left your lips at the contact. He hummed against you, creating a vibration that nearly made you come right then. Clutching at the sheets again, you felt your knees shake, your entire body reaching a new climax. Panting, you felt Harry’s tongue play with and tease your pussy. Wanting to come so badly, but also not wanting the unbelievable sensation to end, you bit your lip, moaning as tears began to well in your eyes. Finally, as a loud cry rose from your core, you grabbed hold of his head, thrusting your hips against him. With jagged breaths, you moaned his name over and over until your legs fell slack and he released his mouth, sucking up the remaining juices.

“How was that, sweetheart?” you heard him ask from far away. Or at least it seemed far away. You couldn’t tell. Time and distance did not exist in that moment. You barely knew your name. Your reply was a mere cry of exhaustion, and you heard Harry chuckle.

“I’ll take that to mean it was good.”

With a sigh, you managed to open your eyes and look at him. “Better than good.”

Harry grinned, crawling back up your body. “I’m glad. I really enjoy making you come. But I hope next time it won’t just be from my tongue.”

You would have joked then and told him his tongue was pretty magical, but you decided instead to just stare at his gorgeous face as you ran his fingers across his jaw and traced his lips. He seemed to enjoy it, his eyelids fluttering softly, a content peaceful expression making you want to pull him closer.

“Y/N,” he whispered low after a minute or two.

“Yes?”

“Will you stay here with me tonight?”

Though your heart was pounding in your chest, and butterflies danced in your stomach, the request combined with the look on his handsome face felt more calm than the tranquil painting at the gallery.

“I can’t think of a better way to end the most perfect day,” you replied.

Pulling you even closer, Harry’s lips met yours, fitting together like puzzle pieces. You melted into the kiss, just like the melting moon, dripping into a perfect tattooed heart.

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[pollenallergie]

cassie my love, i need more of this in my life. getting high post-sex w older!tom just seems soooooo <3

So…. it took me an embarrassing amount of months to get back to you on this but um…. here you go… this took a turn??? and then a swift turn back in the other direction???? so um…. horny whiplash warning??? ig????

Tagging @ali-r3n bc she asked me to and also @ghosttownwherenoonegoes because Eri helped me out with a lot of the british specifics (the britifics??) so thank youuuu

Okay, okay, without further ado:

Your First Introduction to Older!Tom’s Post-Sex Ritual

(except I can’t stick to a prompt)

Word Count: 2.1 k

Warnings: Nudity, allusions to sex and also some *ehm* inappropriate touching, reader has boobies and a bajina.

18+ only!! MDNI!! Minors do not read this!!! This is not for you!!!! This is for adults only!!!

“Fuuuuuck,” Tom exhales as he lays on his back, staring up at your bedroom ceiling.

“Fuck,” you agree weakly, still slowly drifting down from cloud nine. Tom chuckles at your response as he sits up and eases out of bed. You smile at the sweet sound of his laughter, though you don’t immediately register the movement; still just a bit too far gone.

When Tom struts past your line of sight, still naked as the day he was born, on his way out of the room, that movement manages to catch your attention finally. You frown, at first, because you were already missing him, and then because you were disappointed in yourself for already missing him. Casual, this is just casual, keep it casual, you remind yourself. Tom doesn’t do the whole dating thing, you know that, so keep things platonic and casual. Don’t scare him off.

Suddenly, you’re pulled out of your internal self-lecture by the sound of a distant, but not distant enough, crash and Tom exclaiming, “shit!”

You sit up as quickly as you’re able to, your whole body still feeling pretty limp and boneless after Tom spent the better half of the evening pulling as many orgasms from you as he could. Once you’re upright, you call out, “Tom? Are you alright?”

“Yeah! Yeah. Shit! Er, yeah, just, erm- hang on,” Tom calls back. You hear more shuffling and clattering from the other room, and then you hear the undeniable creak in the floorboards from Tom’s heavy-footed steps as he approaches the bedroom. Soon enough, he appears in the doorway, still shamelessly nude but now with a joint in hand and a sheepish expression on his face.

“Have you got a lighter or, er, matches or anything like that? I tried looking ‘round for either of ‘em, but erm… Yeah, I couldn’t find anything,” he asks, his cheeks blushing as he carries on.

“Is that what all that crashing was?” You ask amusedly, failing to stifle the grin that curls on your lips.

“Yeah… I erm, I might’ve knocked some of yer shit over,” Tom admits sheepishly.

“Tommy,” you say, your tone a perfect mix of amused, exasperated, disappointed, and scolding.

“But, but!! But I put it all back, and none of it’s broken. Swear on me granda’s grave,” he promises.

You can’t help but roll your eyes fondly at that before chastising him a bit, good-naturedly, of course, “Don’t swear on that poor man’s grave. Knowing you, you probably already put him through enough when he was alive.”

Tom chuckles, “Fair enough,” he concedes before raising up the joint to draw your attention back to it, and then simply asking, “Lighters? Matches?”

“Er, right. Lighters. Kitchen, the counter to the left of the fridge, top drawer, it’s my catch-all drawer, there should be a few lighters in there, take your pick,” you inform him.

Tom grins at your response as he makes his way over to the bed. His grin widens tenfold and becomes much more smug when he notices your gaze flit down toward his cock, which gracelessly flops around with his strides, still limp and spent from your previous activities. When he reaches your side of the bed, he places his hand down on the mattress near your thigh, using it to support his weight as he leans over and plants a kiss on the crown of your head. He holds his lips there for a few moments, softly inhaling the residual scent of your shampoo as he does so, deciding to allow you both to enjoy this moment of peace without even being truly aware that that’s what he’s doing.

When Tom finally breaks away, he leans down to whisper into your ear, “Don’t get any ideas, love,” he warns cheekily, “You and that heavenly little place between your thighs milked my cock dry; don’t think I’ll be able to get it up again anytime soon,” he finishes teasingly before kissing you again, this time pressing his lips against your cheek to punctuate his teasing.

You scoff and stifle a smile as you push him away. Cocky little bastard, you think.

Tom holds his hands up in surrender as he backs away from the bed, joint still clutched between his index and middle finger and a smug grin still on his face.

“Don’t shoot the messenger, baby. It’s yer fault for bein’ greedy,” he teases as he walks off into the other room, still refusing to put on clothes.

God, how are you supposed to keep your feelings in check when he treats you like that? He’s just one of your mates, and yet he treats you better than many of the dickheads you’ve dated in the past ever had, better than some of your mates’ current partners treat them, even.

As if he can sense that you’ve begun to spiral from the other room, Tom calls out to you, effectively pulling you out of your fretting, “Ay, me lover, think I’m gonna light up and make meesen a bacon butty. You want anything while I’m out ‘ere? Water? Bacon butty? Some wine? This Crunchie you’ve got hidden in your cupboard? Actually, wait, nevermind, I call dibs on the Crunchie.”

“Maybe some wa- Hey, wait, Tom, no! Leave that Crunchie alone! I’ve been saving that!”

Of course, you frantically try to get up to rescue your precious candy bar from Tom’s thieving grasp. However, your legs are still a little unsteady, which forces you to walk to the kitchen looking like a newborn giraffe, all while Tom’s grating (read: annoyingly sexy) chuckle fills the space of your flat.

You find him cock out, lit joint pursed between his lips, standing in front of your stove, hands on his hips, heating up a frying pan for his bacon, and, annoyingly, nowhere near your candy stash.

“I haven’t got any bacon, so, it’ll just be a butty, I’m afraid. No use heating up a pan for that,” you grumble as you walk over to the cupboard where you stash your candy. Might as well snag that Crunchie before he can.

At the sound of your voice, Tom turns around and looks at you, bemused, albeit amused as well, and says, “the fuck are you doing out ‘ere on those wobbly li’l legs, Bambi?”

His words come out a bit muffled, thanks to the joint perched between his lips.

“Thought you were gonna steal my Crunchie,” you shrug and admit sheepishly through a mouthful of chocolate and honeycomb. At that, Tom barks out a laugh, which quickly morphs into a cough from accidentally inhaling during said laugh. He promptly removes the joint from between his lips, ashes it in the makeshift ashtray he’s made out of foil, clears his throat, and goes back to smoking.

“Jesus, you’re a strange one, aren’t you,” he remarks fondly, his voice slightly hoarse from coughing, as he begins to gather the ingredients for his sandwich.

“I’m very serious about my Crunchies,” you reply, half-jokingly.

Tom chuckles as he rifles through your fridge.

“Yeah, I’m well aware of that now,” he replies, pausing to inhale before continuing to speak on his exhale, “Sit down at the table then, yeah? I’ll get you some water and make us some toasties if that sounds alright?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, okay,” you agree awkwardly as you sit down nearby at your kitchen table, watching him as he works on preparing the food.

Soon enough, he comes over to you with a glass of water and that same cheeky smile.

God, that smile will get you in so much trouble someday, won’t it?

“What’s that grin for?” You ask as he sets down the water, though you can’t help but reciprocate it with a smile of your own.

He shrugs before leaning over to press his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss when you needily take the initiative to deepen it, parting your lips eagerly for him. Far too soon for your liking, though, he’s breaking the kiss, pulling away just slightly to look into your eyes with his lovely brown ones.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have really, really great tits?” Tom asks, his voice low, sultry, and serious, but you can see the mischief swimming in his gaze.

You roll your eyes and scoff at his question, leaning back in your seat, though anyone could see the amused smile you fail to keep from tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“Yeah, you have like a million times since we started hooking up,” you reply with a chuckle.

“What can I say? I’m a man of honesty,” Tom teases, making you huff out a laugh; he smiles at the sound of it before holding up the joint in your line of sight and asking, “Do you want to take a few tokes ‘a this while I finish up our sandwiches?”

You nod and purse your lips, and, as if it were already second nature to him, Tom slots the joint between your lips.

Instead of immediately going off to work on the food, he sticks around to watch you take your first few puffs, still leaning down so he’s just about at eye level with you, his hands boxing you in on either side, one palm pressed onto the tabletop and the other holding onto the back of your chair. Meanwhile, you sit diagonally in your seat, facing him and maintaining eye contact as you smoke. The haze of your high slowly but surely begins to set in, lowering your eyelids to a relaxed level and easing your posture. Between your new relaxed state, the sex hair you’re sporting, the fact that you smell like you’ve just got done having sex, the fact that you’re completely naked right now, and the fact that you’re, well, you, Tom thinks you might be one of the prettiest things he’s ever fucking seen in his whole life.

But he mustn’t forget about the toasties!

So, he plants one last kiss on your cheek because, hey, he fucking feels like it. Then, he surprises you by kneeling in front of you to say goodbye to ‘his girls’ (your tits).

“I’ll see you ladies in a minute, yeah? Be good while I’m gone, try not to miss me too much,” he whispers to them, making you giggle.

“Tom, you’re so fucking wei-” That (affectionate) jab immediately dies on your tongue the moment he leans forward and wraps his lips around one of your nipples, engulfing it in the warm, wet heat of his mouth and applying just enough pressure to make a heated, buzzing sensation spread beneath your skin as he sucks on it. Then, just as you feel that pleasant sensation spread down through your core, Tom’s pulling away, but only so he can give your other, neglected nipple the same attention.

Small mewls and moans spill out from between your parted lips as the long forgotten joint, still clutched between your fingers, hovers over your table, where the ashes fall from it carelessly, sure to leave a mark. Once Tom’s had his fill, he places a final kiss to the center of your chest before pulling away completely and leaving to go finish preparing your sandwiches, waltzing back over to the stove as if he hadn’t just done, well, that.

“Tom… what the fuck was that?” You ask breathlessly. Still too bewildered to notice the damage the neglected joint is doing to the surface of your table.

Tom has to stifle a cheeky, mischievous grin as he feigns nonchalance, shrugs, and simply replies, “Just giving the ladies a proper goodbye, love. They get nervy when I leave ‘em just out of the blue. You know, separation anxiety, and all that?” Tom tuts, “Poor girls. Think maybe you should start keeping a couple pictures of me in your bra, one in each cup, so they can still see me when I’m not around.”

“Tommy, you’re ridiculous,” you laugh as he dishes up the toasties onto plates and turns off the stovetop.

“Ridiculous…ly fit? I know, baby, but why don’t you finish that glass of water and eat some of that sandwich before you go jumpin’ me bones again, yeah? Gotta stay fed and hydrated,” He teases you as he brings the plates over to the table.

“Oh, and, you’re ashing on yer table, love,” Tom informs you with a kiss on the head as he sets the plates down and goes to grab a wet rag to wipe the table off with, along with the makeshift ashtray.

“Shit!” you exclaim as you lift the joint away from the table. You hand it to him when he gets back, trading it off for the rag so you can wipe up the mess you’ve made whilst he gets everything else sorted.

Tom tuts and shakes his head, feigning disapproval, “that’s the devil’s lettuce, it’ll do that to you.”

“Shut up, Tommifer,” you reply, feigning annoyance all while sporting an amused smile. He chuckles at that, though he also appreciates the fact that you neglected to call him ‘Thomas,’ his full first name, when you very easily could’ve.

“Eat yer toastie, me birdie,” He says as he nudges you teasingly, “sooner you finish it, sooner I can get back between those thighs, yeah?”

#is this anything??? #this does not mean i’m taking requests again!! just that i’m going back to answer old ones!!! #ask and i shall reply #RJ <3 #older!tom grant #tom grant #tom grant smut #tom grant x reader #older!tom grant smut #older!tom grant x reader #older au #tom grant make up #make up (2019) #joseph quinn characters #joseph quinn x reader #tom grant x you #older!tom grant x you #joseph quinn x you #moots my beloved <3

[pitinthelanepages]

me gustas tu

summary: juan likes airplanes but he likes you more. based on the song 'me gustas tu' by manu chao.

pairing: juan manuel correa x reader

word count: 3.6k

genre: warning! smut, fluff and a bit of angst

a/n: i have been working on this oneshot for the past 7 to 8 hours. please show this lots of love! asks or comments are really appreciated. love you all!

Me gustan los aviones, me gustas tú (I like airplanes, I like you)

More often than not, people harbour a fear of airplanes, even if they claim they don’t. For some people, the lack of control that they have on the plane and the lack of understanding that they have on the technical aspects of flying plays a big part. For other people, it’s the fear of height or enclosed places that plays the part. As for Juan, it’s quite different. 

As he looks out the window of the plane he is in, he finds himself absolutely captivated at the sight of it soaring through the white fluffy clouds. People often do not see the positives of being on a plane, but he does. There's something breathtaking about being thousands of feet up in the air, watching the world below him pass by him just like that. He feels a sheer sense of freedom wash over him, making him feel freer than ever. 

He turns to look at you, who's dozing in the seat next to him, accompanying him to one of the races after finally being to take time off from your work. He finds his eyes trailing across your features. From the curve of your jawline to the way your lashes touch your cheeks, from the blush that takes over your skin due to the air blasting from the air conditioner above you to the delicate slope of your nose. He feels his breath catch in his throat at the sight, as if he is falling in love with you all over again.  

He thinks of how lucky he is to have you, how you make him feel free and happy in a way that no airplane ever could. And yet, there's a strange similarity between the two of you. Both airplanes and you have the power to take his breath away, make him feel free, give him a different perspective of life, show him the world in a new light and make him appreciate experiences he never did before. 

He reaches out to brush a strand of hair away from your face, and you stir, eyes fluttering open.

"Hey," you say, voice thick with sleep.

"Hey," Juan replies, his soft gaze boring into yours. "I was just thinking about something."

You rest your jaw on your palm, facing his side. “Hmm? What is it that you’re thinking about?”

“I was thinking about how much I like planes.” He answers, completely facing you this time. 

You chuckle but can’t help but let the confusion take over your face as your brows furrow. “Huh? Where is this coming from?”

“I was just thinking about what I like, you know?” He adds, sighing before clasping your smaller hand into his. He begins to draw circles on it, sending shivers down your spine.

You feel like teasing him. “Hmm, I see… so you like planes more than me?” 

Juan shakes his head, a grin spreading across his face. "No, no. I like planes, sure. But I like you more."

A smile takes over your face as you reach out to take his hand with your free hand. “I like planes, too,” you say. "But I like you more, as well."

Juan feels a rush of warmth spread through his body, and he leans in to cushion your soft lips with his. The kiss is soft, sweet, full of tenderness and affection. He knows that there are many more flights in his future, many more journeys to take and new horizons to explore. But as long as he's with you, he knows he'll always feel like he's flying.

Me gusta viajar, me gustas tú (I like to travel, I like you)

Both of your careers took over your life more often than not. You having a demanding job in the field of public relations whereas him having to train during free time when he wasn’t racing didn’t help his case either. However, when you two finally had time to spend with each other without having to stress over work, Juan insisted on travelling. So you did. You didn’t think much before planning a trip to Budapest. 

That is how you found yourself with your boyfriend, hand in hand, walking through the streets of the city that has people in awe. It isn’t any different for the two of you. Both of you are gaping, as you take in the breathtaking architecture and vibrant energy of the city. The streets bustling with ordinary people and countless tourists like you. 

As you walk, you can't help but admire the grand buildings that surround you, each one more beautiful than the other. The intricate details of the historic buildings, with their colourful facades and elegant balconies, leaving you speechless. 

Juan squeezes your hand tightly, as if he can feel your amazement. He chuckles at you before pointing out some of the city's most iconic landmarks, like the majestic Parliament Building and the ornate Fisherman's Bastion.

As you two cross the Danube River on the Chain Bridge, you feel a sense of wonder wash over you. The stunning views of the city from the bridge are unlike anything you have ever seen before. Your clasped hand, though smaller, squeezes his every time you felt a jolt of excitement pass through your veins at the sight you are witnessing before you. 

Juan feels his heart beat faster as he looks at you. He notices the way your eyes light up the entire time with excitement and wonder as you walk through the beautiful streets of Budapest. The warmth of your hand in his fills him with a sense of comfort and happiness that he has never known before.

As he takes in the breathtaking architecture around you, he can't help but feel that it pales in comparison to the beauty of the woman beside him. He begins to think of the time you moved to a new country just to support him in his dreams of becoming an F2 driver, leaving your stable job with much higher pay behind, just for him. He thinks of how you took in loads of work home and worked overtime whenever you could just so you could take time off to travel with him to races he felt more anxious about. He remembers all the late nights and early mornings you spent by his side, cheering him on and helping him train when he felt like giving up.

Juan's chest tightens as his mind drifts more and more into everything you have done, just for him. He knows that he wouldn't be where he is today without your unwavering support and love. He thinks about all the moments you have shared together, the highs and the lows, and how you have been there for him through it all.

As he tugs your hand and pulls you close, he feels a wave of emotion take over him. He looks into your eyes and feels his heart swell with love and gratitude. He knows that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, exploring new places and experiencing all the beauty the world has to offer, together.

"I like travelling," he whispers, his voice filled with passion and sincerity. "But I like you more than any city in the world. No matter how beautiful it is." With that, he pulls you in for a tender kiss, his hand slowly cascading from the nape of your neck to your back and finally to your waist. From the point of view of a passerby, both of you sharing a passionate kiss in the middle of a city as beautiful as Budapest, is a sight to behold.

Me gusta la mañana, me gustas tú (I like the morning, I like you)

Me gusta el viento, me gustas tú (I like the wind, I like you)

Juan and you are woken up by the sound of wind howling outside. The gusts of air passing through the open window causes your hair to fly about and land on Juan's face. Juan instinctively wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to him. "Good morning, beautiful." Juan whispers.

"Good morning.” You reply, sleepily. You snuggle into Juan's embrace, savouring the warmth and safety you feel in his arms. Juan's strong arms wrap around you, and you feel secure and loved. 

The wind outside intensifies, causing you to shiver. Juan tightens his grip on you, rubbing your back to warm you up. "Are you cold?" he asks, concern laced in his voice.

"A little," you reply, looking up at him with sleepy eyes.

Juan pulls the blankets up over you, covering you both and trapping in your body heat. "Better?" he asks, grinning.

You nod, smiling back at him. "Much better."

As you lay there, wrapped up in each other's embrace, he leans down, softly pressing a kiss on your forehead. "I love you," he whispers, his husky voice filled with tenderness.

You blush, feeling a surge of warmth spread through your body. You tilt your head up to look at him, meeting his gaze as he leans in to press his lips gently against yours. 

You feel Juan's hand run through your hair, cradling your head to deepen the kiss. You respond to him, your hands moving up to tangle in his hair as you pull him closer. As the gentle kiss turns into a tug of war as he tugs at your bottom lip harshly, you feel one of his hands untangle from your hair and move to your waist, where he grazes his fingers softly yet intense enough to cause you to jerk in his embrace as it tickles. 

Your breath hitches at his action. “What are you doing?” you gasp, pulling away, the lack of air causing your chest to heave up and down faster, trying to catch up on it. 

“What do you think I am doing?” He asks, not answering the question, seeming intent on teasing you as you witness a smirk taking over his face. 

You roll your eyes. “It’s ticklish.”

“Well, that’s the point.” He whispers and before you could respond, he pulls you into his lap. Your front pressing onto his. You could feel his heartbeat against yours. His hands trail on your back, soft and ticklish, sending goosebumps through your body. 

You run a finger from his chest to the hardness of his abs, his breathing getting ragged in the process but before you could continue any further, he traps your wrists in his and begins to pepper kisses from your jaw down to your neck. Your skin flushes and you find yourself closing your eyes at the sensation, soft sighs leaving your lips. 

His lips soon land between the valley of your breasts and licks it before moving to find your nipples, trapping one between his teeth. You groan at the pain that shoots through your system. He flicks his tongue around one of your nipples, the coldness from being wet making it hard, the pain making it sensitive. He does the same to your other nipple before moving down to your stomach and towards your core.

The moment you feel his warm breath against your core, you know what is about to come. He grips your thighs and rests them on his shoulders, his eyes locking onto yours as he sends you a look that, you’re sure, makes you even wetter. He bites his lips, staring at your core with a look of such concentration that makes you anticipate what’s about to happen more than ever and then, he dives in. He licks a stripe before using two of his fingers to find the soft bud and when he does so, successfully, he doesn’t wait. His mouth encloses in around the bud, making you let out a cry. 

As if something in him is switched on, he is no longer the passionate man he was just a moment ago. His mouth shows no mercy as it ruthlessly sucks into the pits of your core. One of his fingers soon enters you and joins in with the rhythm of his mouth. You begin to feel tears streaming down your face as you gasp more and more loudly for air with time, having a hard time breathing at the lack of mercy he was showing you.

You finally let out a loud cry when you feel the bundle of nerves giving up on you, reaching the point of ecstasy. Hearing a breathy chuckle, you look down and send the man who did this to you, a chuckle. “Very funny.” you huff, rolling your eyes. 

He laughs, looking amused at your annoyance as he climbs back up on the bed like he didn’t just commit an act of sin. He wraps an arm around your frame before bringing you closer to him so he could rest his head on your chest.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you ask, your hands raking into his hair, feeling his scalp.

He hums at the feeling, eyes closed, looking peaceful as ever. “Going back to sleep?” he murmurs.

“Are you serious?” you poke at him. “I am not done with you.”

He turns his head to face you, his eyes are crinkled with mirth, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “You what?” There is a teasing tone in his voice that you could sense.

You furrow your brows in annoyance. “Who do you think you are? What is funny?”

He sits up, giggling that soon turns into a full blown laugh. “Oh my God, baby… I know you are tired. Let’s not lie.”

“So you mean, you are taking a break for me? No way.” You say refusing to back down.

A grin takes over his face. “Yes, absolutely. You got that right.” 

You narrow your eyes at him, a smile too sweet taking over your lips. “You know what? I’m gonna get you.”

“And what are you gonna do?” He challenges, smirking. 

“You underestimate me.” You say, before lunging towards him.

But Juan is quick to dodge your playful attack with a laugh. He jumps out of bed and darts across the room, you being hot on his heels. You chase each other around the room. While you’re struggling with the duvet wrapped around you, he darts out of the room and down the hallway.

You finally catch up to him in the hallway and find yourself collapsing on the floor with him, catching for breath. 

He looks at you, his gaze softening at the sight of you being happy. You raise a brow at him, wondering what’s in his mind.

He shakes his head, smiling. “I like mornings like this, you know? Bright and windy.” 

You hum, agreeing. “It’s beautiful to wake up to such weather.” 

“But, I like you, more.”

Me gusta soñar, me gustas tú (I like to dream, I like you)

Me gusta la mar, me gustas tú (I like the sea, I like you)

Juan stands at the altar, his heart pounding in his chest as he waits for his bride to walk down the aisle. He can feel the sweat beading on his forehead despite the cool air-conditioning in the church. He adjusts his tie nervously, his eyes scanning the crowd of guests, but he can't find you. He begins to feel a sense of panic rise in him, but then he catches a glimpse of you in the distance. You’re breathtakingly beautiful, clad in a white gown that flows down to the floor in a soft, elegant cascade. Your hair is styled in loose waves, framing your face perfectly. As you walk towards him, Juan feels a rush of emotion. It's as if time slows down, and all he can focus on is the woman in front of him.

As you reach him, Juan takes your hand and guides you to the altar. He can feel your fingers trembling slightly in his, and he gives you a reassuring squeeze. The priest begins the ceremony, but he is barely listening. His mind is lost in the moment, in the way the sunlight is streaming through the stained glass windows, casting a rainbow of colours across the church. He's lost in the way your eyes are fixed on him, full of love and trust. 

When the priest asks Juan to say his vows, he feels his throat tighten. He takes a deep breath and begins to speak. He tells you how much he loves you, how much you mean to him. He promises to always be by your side, to be your partner and best friend. He vows to support you in all your dreams. As he speaks, tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He's never felt so vulnerable and exposed.

Finally, the priest pronounces you husband and wife, and Juan feels a wave of relief wash over him. As you kiss, the room erupts into cheers and applause. 

But then suddenly, the scene fades away to the sound of sea waves crashing onto the shore. He blinks blearily, his eyes adjusting to the bright sunlight. He finds himself on your lap on the beach, and the sound of the waves has become part of his dream. 

He sits up, rubbing his eyes and taking in his surroundings. The waves are gently lapping at both of your feet, and the sun is beginning to set, casting a warm glow across the horizon. He looks over at you, and feels a surge of warmth in his chest. He likes dreaming, but he likes being here with you even more.

"Sorry, I must have dozed off," he says with a sheepish grin.

You laugh and playfully push him away, "You were snoring! I thought you were going to keep me up all night."

Juan's heart races as he finds himself staring at your face, still beautiful even in the sunlight. He realises he likes the sea, but he loves you more. 

¿Qué voy a hacer?, je ne sais pas (What am I going to do?, I don't know)

¿Qué voy a hacer?, je ne sais plus (What am I going to do?, I don't know anymore)

¿Qué voy a hacer?, je suis perdu (What am I going to do?, I’m lost)

Juan sits alone in his apartment, staring blankly at the television. He doesn’t even know what is on the screen, his mind running a million miles with thoughts of the upcoming race. He has been training tirelessly for weeks, leaving him with no time for anything else, including you. 

His apartment is surrounded by silence. He used to love this place, relishing the peace and quiet it offered after a long day of training and racing. But now, the silence is suffocating.

Without you here, the place feels empty. The thought of going to bed alone tonight makes him feel a deep sense of dread that he can't shake off. He's never been one to feel lonely, but now it's all he feels. He knows he has to focus on his training and upcoming races (even though that’s all he has been forcing him to focus on for weeks), but he can't shake the feeling that something is missing.

Juan tries to fill the void with constant training and preparation for the upcoming race that fills him with anxiety, but it's not the same as having you around. The joy he once felt in his sport is now replaced with a feeling of unease. The sound of his car engine revving used to bring him excitement and adrenaline, but now, he doesn’t know what to feel anymore.

He sighs deeply, realising that he has been pushing you away. You have tried to be understanding of his busy schedule, but he knows that he has been distant and unavailable. He misses you terribly but doesn’t know how to balance his passion for racing with his love for you. He knows it’s a terrible habit of his but he can’t help it.

If he is being completely honest, he misses your warmth and your laughter, the way you could brighten up his day. He misses your touch, the way you would rest your head on his shoulder and whisper words of encouragement in his ear. He misses your smell, the way you always smelled like lavender and vanilla.

Juan realises now that he needs you more than he ever thought he would. He can't bear the thought of going through his days without you. The loneliness he feels is too much to handle on his own. He knows he needs to make time for you, to make sure you know just how much you mean to him.

As he sits there alone, the realisation hits him like a ton of bricks. He can't keep living like this, with you being just a distant memory. He needs to find a way to make it work, to balance his love for you with his love for racing. He's not sure how, but he's willing to try.

Juan stands up from his seat, determined to make a change. He'll start by calling you, apologising for his absence and promising to make it up to you. He'll find a way to make time for you, even if it means sacrificing some of his training time. He knows now that you’re worth it.

As he steps out onto the balcony, the sounds of the city start to fill the silence. Juan takes a deep breath, feeling a newfound sense of purpose. He may be an f2 driver, but he's also a man in love. And he's willing to do whatever it takes to keep the love of his life by his side.

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 writing #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 x you #f2 fanfic #f2 fic #f2 imagine #f2 writing #juan manuel correa #juan manuel correa x reader

[ryusuisloveinterest]

Hello!~ I would like to ask you to write headcanons about Sai Nanami (Dr. Stone) and his everyday life with his s/o in the modern world. Thank you in advance!💖

Hello girlypop! I hope you’re doing well! Imma name you 🔹anon! I love Sai so much I got so excited when I saw his name so I hope you enjoy💝

Sai Nanami Headcanons💘

Let’s start with how you two met

There was a preview to a new Dragon Quest that was exclusive to attendants at a gaming convention 

So Sai definitely had to go! 

Francois and even Ryusui helped him disguise himself so a whole mob of people wouldn’t bombard him 

He stood in line super early like any good fan and was even one of the of the people in the front row

It just so happen that you were sitting right next to him 

While he was waiting for the preview to start, he pulled his phone out and began playing Pokémon Go

“Which team are you on?”

Your voice startles Sai. He looks to his side and sees the most beautiful person he’s ever seen

You show him your screen. “I’m Valor.”

“M-mystic…”

“Dang! Guess that means we’re rivals!” You giggle softly

You mess with your hair, a little embarrassed. “My name’s (y/n).”

When you see his blushing red, nervous face it’s got to be the cutest thing in the world

“S-Sai..” he mumbles.

There’s an awkward silence between the two of you until the show starts, then the both of you get lively 

When you both see your favorite characters and new ones you cheer and clap

What’s the trailer is done you get your stuff to leave

“D-do you w-wanna hunt Pokémon with me?”

And with that you both became close

To Sai’s huge relief you’ve never heard of the Nanami Conglomerate before 

“We make boats? We’re one the richest families around?”

You just shake your head

Ryusui puts on this huge extravagant setup so Sai can ask you out, only for Sai to nearly faint from nerves

You accepted either way

Dating Sai can have its ups downs 

If you’re a really outgoing person it’s really hard to get him to go out much.

“Come on Sai let’s go dancing!”

“O-oh…but I’m not that good, so I’ll just ruin your night… it’s alright go without me.”

BUT one thing Sai will quickly take back everything he said if he saw how disappointed you looked

As he said, he is not the best but he really does try

Even though he wants to leave earlier than you’d like, you still can’t deny that you had a good time

I really feel like Sai would like a person who is more indoorsy but not necessarily shy, just quiet (if that makes any sense at all)

His favorite thing to do with you of course is play video games, no matter what game it is 

I also think he’d teach you how to build your own computer 

You get so fascinated by Sai’s enthusiasm. He normally isn’t so talkative or excited but when he’s building computers it’s a while different story 

Of course he’d try your hobbies as well

If you liked to read he’d try some of your favorite books or if you liked to draw he’d do his best to draw you something nice

None of the Nanami’s are cooks💀

But he’d try to learn for you! 

He’d mainly learn the basics though, like eggs💀

Anything else he’ll gladly hand it over to Francois

Sai also doesn’t sleep

You’ll see him on his PC at like midnight 

So you’ll squeeze in on his lap and fall asleep there

It’s honestly his favorite thing in the world

It also encourages him to go to bed because he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable! So he’ll gently carry you to your shared bed, and as soon as he feels how soft the mattress is he’ll pass out with you

#dr stone #dcst #dr stone headcanons #dr stone x reader #dr. stone #sai nanami #sai nanami x reader #sai nanami headcanons #sai nanami x you #sai nanami x y/n

[starry-nights-garden]

Xdinary Heroes Reaction ✧ Asking them to teach you how to kiss

✧ Xdinary Heroes all members x gn!reader ✧ genre: fluff, reaction, implied friends to lovers ✧ warnings: none

Gunil:

when you bring it up to him he’s seriously surprised at the question

“You mean… like… from scratch??”

what else would you mean??

“You haven’t had your first kiss yet???” - goes on to rant about how gorgeous you are and how he can’t believe nobody has ever wanted to kiss you ??? (which may or may not make you blush)

eventually he’ll get serious

insists that he has to “set the mood” so he turns off all lights and places a candle between you two instead

turns on a playlist with cheesy romantic songs on it and well, now you’re starting to feel the pressure jxbxjx

as he notices you getting nervous, he takes your hands into his to give them an encouraging squeeze

tells you to simply close your eyes and to trust him - and you do as he said, but the shaky breath he lets out as he’s drawing closer does nothing to calm you down

that’s until he presses his lips against yours and you suddenly feel yourself relax

butterflies start running wild in your stomach as he brushes his lips against yours, kissing you properly, and now neither of you wants to pull back

when you eventually run out of air and are forced to part, you don’t know what to say

all you can focus on is the blush on Gunil’s face, and your own fast beating heart

Jungsu:

has an internal crisis as soon as you manage to gather the courage to ask him to teach you how to kiss

because on one hand he always wants to be there to help out a friend!!!

but on the other it’s against his principles to step over that kind of line with a person he’s not dating (even when he may or may not have a crush on said person…)

doesn’t know what to say so his mind leaves his body for a hot sec and he agrees without thinking

panics internally the moment he realizes what he just said, but when he sees how thankful and happy you are about it, he feels he just has to go through with it now

blushes so hard when you expectantly close your eyes as he leans in, and nopes out just when your lips are about to touch

apologizes frantically and prays you’re not upset, and somehow this situation is turning into a confession

“I’m so sorry… I don’t think I can do it… not when I like you so much and I don’t even know if you like me back…”

you chuckle at him now, because deep inside you kinda knew he had feelings for you, and suddenly you have the courage to simply go for it and kiss him

you smile into the kiss as you feel him moving his lips against yours carefully

it doesn’t take long for him to wrap his arms around you to feel you even closer to him, warmth washing over both of you as you continue kissing

Gaon:

gets super awkward in an instant after hearing your question

“You want me to what??”

you repeat that you want him to teach you how to kiss, and when he still looks at you in disbelief you start teasing him instead, assuming he hasn’t kissed anyone yet either

Jiseok immediately tells you you’re wrong, insisting he actually has tons of experience!!!

(((the “tons of experience” being that one time he had to kiss a girl as a dare back in kindergarten and then proceeded to rinse his mouth like ten times because “ew, a girl”)))

he still tries (and fails) to play it cool, leaning against the nearest wall while being absolutely awkward

but he agrees anyway, because there’s no way he could admit to you that you two are in the same position here now jdhdjjddj

and it’s not like you don’t notice that something’s off about him, so you decide to fuck with him a little bit :’)

you tell him to just stay where he is, and as soon as you walk over to him in order to grab his face with both your hands, his eyes grow wide

you press a clumsy kiss onto his lips that’s over in a second, and when you part he’s still staring at you in shock

you’re about to tell him how it wasn’t so scary after all and thank him, when suddenly he charges forward

smashes his lips against yours for a proper kiss, half lidded eyes not leaving your face when he pulls away

both surprised by what just happened, you just stand there staring at each other for a few moments, until your eyes find his lips again, and you wordlessly agree that you could simply practice kissing some more…

O.de:

he’s a little surprised when one day you’re alone with him and you start stuttering about first kisses and eventually manage to tell him you haven’t had yours yet

isn’t sure why you’re telling him this out of the blue, until you try and fail to say the question in your head out loud

that’s when it suddenly clicks

“Don’t tell me… you’re about to ask me to teach you?”

he’s grinning now - not because he’s trying to make fun of you, but because the implications sound tempting to him

you admit it eventually, and he’s quick to pull you close to him by your waist, taking your hand and intertwining your fingers, flustering you in the process

“Step one… make the other person’s heart race,” he explains, while you’re wondering what you’ve gotten yourself into here

“Step two…” - he leans in but stops just before your lips can touch - “tease them a bit. And step three…”

just when you expect him to close the distance between your lips, he pulls back, telling you that now would be the time to kiss the other person ?????

with a fast beating heart you attempt to complain to him

“It’s not that hard! You’ll figure it out once the time comes.” - he tries to reassure you but fails horribly

until eventually you manage to yell at him to just kiss you hshdjdjd

and well, though he is a bit taken aback by your words, he wouldn’t let the chance slip away

and so he draws near again, and this time without any intent of teasing you, he presses his lips against yours

Junhan:

very supportive as you tell him that you haven’t had your first kiss yet and you feel sad about that

will try to cheer you up, telling you that it’s not a big deal at all etcetc

but you insist, eventually confessing that you’ve been thinking maybe he could teach you how to kiss so you would gain some confidence about it!!

and that’s when goes ????

“What???” - he needs a moment for it to sink in

and then he lowkey panics

“Well, I haven’t had my first kiss yet either, so I wouldn’t know!!!”

his ears are beet red, but he somehow manages to mostly stay calm on the outside

laughs it off awkwardly and attempts to change the topic

but when you remark that you shouldn’t have asked and it was a stupid idea, he feels the need to comfort you

sighs and then turns to face you

“Fine, let’s do it. It’s just a kiss anyway." 

you both lean in to meet in the middle, sharing a quick peck that lasts maybe half a second

and even though it was almost as if you hadn’t kissed at all, Hyeongjun turns away immediately, in a futile attempt to hide his blush

and he’s not the only one whose heart is suddenly racing now…

Jooyeon:

simply laughs at you when he hears you ask such a ridiculous question

"Go do that with your boyfriend!”

well you would, if you had one!!!

so you keep stammering about, trying to convey to him that you’re 100% serious about your request

and well, now it’s starting to dawn on him too that you mean it

instinctively moves a few steps away from you, waving his hands in front of his body and shaking his head

“I can’t do that! We’re friends, I can’t take your first kiss away!”

he’s clearly panicking, and maybe now you’re starting to think that asking him wasn’t such a good idea

and just when you tell him to forget about it, he seems to change his mind

“Actually… if you really want to… I can do it…”

calms himself down surprisingly fast and makes sure to go slow as he approaches you and cups your cheek with his hand

asks if you’re ready, and when you nod, he presses a simple but soft kiss onto your lips

to his surprise, you kiss him back when he tries to pull away

he wouldn’t even think about questioning your reaction anymore, because telling from the way you soon have your arms wrapped around each other, not wanting to part, he knows he’s not the only one who feels that this is just right

“See? It’s not that hard…” - mutters these words to you in between kisses, as you’re somehow starting to make out…

#xdinary heroes fluff #xdinary heroes reactions #xh reactions #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes scenarios #gunil fluff #jungsu fluff #gaon fluff #o.de fluff #junhan fluff #jooyeon fluff #fluff #reaction

[chickenparm]

A Draw - ChiLumi

you guys like jazz? and by jazz i mean me finally writing something. i wrote this for my buddy that deserves 1000 of these nastyass fics.

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AO3 LINK

ChiLumi / ChildexLumine 2892 Words - NSFW (Size kink, thigh riding, foul legacy form)

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Time, distance, circumstance; All keep Childe from truly reaching out with both hands to sink his fingers into Lumine. It’s not as if she’s uninterested - Childe sometimes plays the role of an oblivious nice guy, but he’s not a moron. The trailing of her eyes against the flash of skin revealed by his uniform, the way her cheeks flush when they’re nearly nose-to-nose in one of their occasional bouts, the reluctance to part ways when they have no further business with each other. 

No, Childe is convinced Lumine wants him, nearly as much as he wants her. 

But there’s a time and place for ruminating on his unwise feelings for the woman that is slowly but surely becoming a thorn in the Tsaritsa’s side that is too sharp to ignore. For now, she stands across from him in the secluded copse of trees that they’ve claimed for their spar, sword brandished and the silence surrounding them comfortably. 

Truthfully, they don’t need to exchange words. The typical rules of combat between Childe and Lumine never really change, but something itches beneath his skin and he calls out a greeting, followed with, “Girlie, I need a favor from you!”

“A favor?” Lumine responds, voice a bit flat and less musical than he remembers. From this distance, he can just make out the sight of dark circles beneath her eyes - she must be tired. 

But an advantage is an advantage, and it’s been a few too many fights since he last claimed victory. Especially with what he asks of her this time, a smile on his face like that would convince her. “I’d like to use my Foul Legacy transformation, if you’re up for it.”

“If you’re up for it.” Lumine responds, and Childe doesn’t miss the way her shoulders stiffen, her hand grips her sword a little tighter, and the shadows of her collarbone growing a little more prominent as she blushes. Huh… that’s new. 

But he waves a hand with a smile, “And that’s the favor - a kind Traveler helping me back to civilization so I don’t have to lay in the dirt out here recovering.” And maybe he gets to savor the feeling of leaning on her, his arm hitched around Lumine’s shoulders for support as he hobbles back to town. That’s a perk she doesn’t need to know about, though.

Lumine’s cheek shifts with how she chews on it, and it takes a little too long for her to finally nod, then add on, “Just don’t go too far. Don’t hurt yourself.”

As if they both wouldn’t be leaving the area without injuries from one another. Nothing lethal, of course, but bruises, sprains, maybe a gash or two. And this time, his debilitating exhaustion whether he won or not. 

So, it begins. With the knowledge he’ll be growing even more powerful, Lumine doesn’t dare go all out. The casual nature of each fight’s beginning gives her time to be a little distracted, and Childe wouldn’t dare deny her something so simple as shifting just right, widening that window of skin until it’s from hip bone to belly button. 

Lumine’s pupils expand, Childe’s blood sings and it can’t be attributed to the battle. 

It would be so easy, he thinks, to just take her. Or to let her take him. Before Lumine, the total sum of people he’d ever thought about willingly debasing himself for was a resounding zero. Either lack of respect, lack of trust, lack of power. She has two out of three, but he’s sure with enough time the trust would happen. 

One, two, three heartbeats before the familiar stinging floods his muscle fibers, his veins, every strand of nerves. The world doesn’t change, but it feels different at such a new vantage point as he looks down at Lumine. And she looks up at him with those same exact eyes, wide open and filled with hunger that is no longer as subtle. 

Things in his mind change a little when he lets the Abyss co-pilot his body. Nothing so overt, but certain inhibitions are lowered, specific emotions are amplified to the point of being impossible to resist. Temptation lingers in front of Childe, and he’s a little rougher than necessary when he pins her to the ground with clawed hands. 

The sound of her grunt of pain sounds warbled and is nearly lost against the rushing of blood in his ears. Lumine is so small now, growing fragile in the few moments it took him to shed one form and slip into another. There’s no fear in her eyes as she stares at the single-eyed mask that hides the twisted visage beneath, her legs shifting together in an unmistakable sign of his victory. 

“Submit.” 

Words don’t come easy. Childe resolves to only spout the ones that matter; phrases meant to direct and demand. His palms press to her shoulders, sharp-tipped fingers digging into the dirt to avoid the easy slicing of skin and sinew. Lumine’s throat bobs, the movement painfully obvious before she nods mutely. 

Demureness doesn’t feel right when she wears it like this, but Childe supposes it comes with the territory of this kind of victory. The pressure of his hold lessens, a silent invitation for her to make some sort of move to leave if she wasn’t exactly where she wanted to be. 

And Lumine doesn’t move from beneath him, only spreads her thighs a little wider as if to invite him exactly where he wants to be. 

Hands like these can’t necessarily touch her how he wants to, and he’s forced to make do with what he can. A little shift of his knee, careful of sharp bits and pointy things, until she’s pressed against the thin fabric covering Childe’s thigh. And he can feel the heat; the warmth seeping through the layers from her to him. 

After a moment of stillness - because he’s exercising impossible levels of restraint and every moment is met with the instinct to hurt, harm, leave lasting marks that might never go away - Lumine’s wariness slips just enough for her to roll her hips a single time. That’s all she needs to realize that if Childe won’t be a little more swift with providing what she needs, then at the very least she can take it for herself. 

A thousand words want to escape, but with his jaw clamped tightly shut, all he can do is purr through grit teeth, “Good.” 

It could be that it feels good for him. Or that he’s impressed with her willingness to use him for what she wants. It could even be some sort of reassurance that despite the last time she saw him in this way, things are so very different this time around. 

Truthfully, it’s all of the above. 

Lumine freezes, golden eyelashes fluttering at the sensation she gives herself using Childe so easily. Her breath shakes with arousal, Childe’s rumbles quietly with anticipation - he doesn’t have to wait long. Palms pressed flat against the ground below, Lumine uses it as leverage to rock against his thigh once, twice, three more times until her trepidation has all but vanished. The sounds that leave the back of her throat are shameless in their volume. 

If he were more like himself - or less like himself, sometimes he isn’t sure anymore - he’d be grinning wildly and prodding her for answers to questions like, “Does that feel good?” or, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Instead, Childe watches with a single blue, gem-like eye as Lumine’s cheeks run pink and her eyelids fall halfway with each languid grind of her cunt against him. And each press put it in stark relief that the warmth through the layers is accompanied by a wetness telling of Lumine’s arousal, the depravity she’s indulging in by showing attraction rather than fear. 

Little puffs of air leave her parted lips, and he leans closer and examines the exact shade of pink, wondering if she’s just as pink elsewhere. Lifting one hand, relieving enough pressure that she could escape if she truly wanted to, Childe tugs and tugs at the straps of her halter top until she grows irritated enough to pull it open herself,  her chest spilling free and confirming the sick little suspicions in Childe’s head.

What he wouldn’t give to reach out and squeeze, pinch, roll until she’s breathless and whining beneath him, begging for more or pleading him to quit teasing. The best he can do to sate himself is press the heel of his palm to her breast and zero in on the sensation of her nipple hardening from just his touch alone. 

Lumine, suddenly so receptive and willing, arches into him and stammers out the single-syllable of his name in some form of elation before it melts into a quiet moan signaling her release. It’s nothing groundbreaking or earth-shattering, not with how dull the stimulation must have been through so many layers, but Childe could give her so much more if she wanted it. 

Surely she must - that can’t have been enough for her. The lack of exertion makes it so that he can stay like this longer, and if Lumine were willing enough to continue just… using him…

Childe pushes off of her, falling onto his backside and giving her a pleading expression that he knows full well she can’t see under the mask of his transformation. Perhaps it’s better that she can’t - it would likely only serve to scare her away, if the prominent bulge of his cock straining beneath the fabric of his belt wasn’t intimidating enough. 

Lumine props on her elbows. She watches him, bare chest rising and falling as she looks first at his mask, then his chest, then to his lap which he has made so very inviting. Sitting up more, she hesitates as if to make sure she isn’t misreading a situation that is so very obvious, then crawls closer. Childe thinks she looks rather pretty on her hands and knees, dirt staining her dress, her boots, the palms of her hands and pads of her fingers that reach beneath her skirt to pull away shorts and underwear that have been soaked through. 

Childe can be merciful, when he wants to be. And he desperately wants, right now. Hooking clawed thumbs into hidden fastenings, he tugs himself free of constraining fabric until Lumine pauses, eyes widening with a sudden hesitation at what she was so sure she could handle. 

“Come here.” The two words grate from his throat as he reaches out for her, part encouragement and part impatience. Bravery has always been a hallmark of hers, so what use is it for her to balk now when this battle is far easier than any she’s taken on so far? 

Lumine ignores his hand, swallowing hard before crawling forward further. Her dirtied hands curl around his shins, then hook around the sharp protrusions of his boots as she crawls into his lap. Those same small hands lay against his chest as she steadies herself, hovering over his cock but not quite touching. As before, it would be so easy to just grab her and pull her down, to impale her on his length and take what he’s been unable to stop yearning for. 

But he doesn’t. Transformed or not, Childe isn’t nearly so callous as to go faster than Lumine can handle. Though, she certainly can handle him when he’s this way, it simply needs to be at her pace - or he’ll never find himself in this sort of situation ever again. 

With one hand - it’s shaking - Lumine reaches down to wrap her fingers around him, giving a single experimental stroke as if to remind her of the inhuman size. As if she needed some sort of refresher when she needs to crane her neck to look up at his masked face. Then, holding him steady at the base, she lines up and lowers just a little, just enough to take his tip inside of a cunt not quite meant to take someone of his size. 

Lumine pauses, a whimper falling from her lips that mingles with the quiet relieved groan of his own. Even if this is all she could handle, it would be something he’d be appreciative of - she’s so warm, impossibly tight around him as she works a little more inside, bit by bit. 

Childe’s head cocks to the side, a silent question, and Lumine answers with fervent enthusiasm, “I’m taking it all. Be patient.”

As if he were the one starting to move faster, be louder, breathe so quickly that it borders on hysteria. Childe is as a statue, not even trembling despite the monumental effort it takes to keep from just gripping her hips and pulling her the rest of the way. It’s her own determination that keeps him in check - one way or another, she’ll get there. 

And she does. It’s agonizingly slow, but Lumine settles firm in his lap, forehead pressed against his chest. If she were to simply stay like this - stuffed full of his cock and keeping it warm - Childe would chalk that up to a victory and be able to die a happy man. But then she moves, leaning back a little, the walls of her pussy shifting against his length with a vice-like tension, and Childe greedily wants more. 

But his voice won’t form words - only a low rumble and a wheezing sigh. Careful of sharp-tipped fingers, he lifts his hand to rest his palm against one of her bare thighs, so small beneath his hand as he curls sharp fingers around it. Lumine makes her first real movement; a lift up before a tentative lowering. Childe’s vision swims, and the only coherent thought he can grasp in that split-second is the sensation of her thigh muscles trembling in his hand. 

He thought her stillness would have been enough, but the line has been pushed back a little more. Surely this would be enough, this tentative motion of riding his cock in centimeter segments that grow longer and longer in distance. 

Through a single blue eye, Lumine looks beautiful as she falls apart. 

Any poise she’s held in the light of day is long gone in the murky dim light as she braces her hands on his knees that help hold her upright, fingertips bleeding bone-white as she grasps at him in a mixture of pleasure and pain with unclear ratios. But if it’s not enough for her to want to stop, then who is he to decide which amounts are best? 

All Childe can do is watch as Lumine grows feverish and desperate, moving faster, fucking herself with his cock until she cries out in a way that’s eerily similar to what she sounds like when she’s in a short burst of agony. As she tenses to the point of shivering around him, Childe digs through his memories for any time he’s heard that sound in battle, then files them away to be repurposed in the event that Lumine has no further interest in taking him again. 

The line moves again. It’s enough that she cums, that she soaks his lap with her arousal as she gets what she swore she wanted. Childe stares and stares, committing it to memory even as the world shifts, as Lumine isn’t quite as small as she’d been moments before. His vision goes double before he realizes that one eye has become two, that Lumine’s breathless whines sound relieved as he gets a little smaller in turn. 

It’s easier to slide his arms around her, to cradle her in his lap as he kisses her with little care for the dazed expression she gives him. Lumine’s passivity lasts for but a moment, before she shows surprising strength in the grip she establishes on his sweaty hair. 

In the span of that single kiss, Childe almost forgets entirely that his entire body is screaming in agony. Lumine is like a balm, and only when she pulls away do his hands start to tremble and he struggles to extend an arm behind himself to simply stay upright. 

“I could kill you right now.” Lumine teases, and to most that would have horrifying connotations, but Childe thinks it’s the most romantic thing he’s ever heard. 

His head lazily rolls to the side in a mockery of curious expression, “What’s stopping you?”

“Sore.” Lumine says shortly, but amends it with a clarification of why she bothered to establish such a power dynamic after nearly fucking herself to pieces with his body. Is it some kind of sacrilege to have sex when he’s more abyss than man? Maybe something to bring up when he sees Skirk next, he thinks. His thoughts are interrupted by Lumine asking, “Technically that means I win. Because I could kill you. Checkmate and all that.”

“I could have killed you while you were busy-”

“But you didn’t say it, you didn’t claim it, so that can’t be counted.”

“That’s not-” Childe pauses for a moment. His cock is still inside her, her hair is matted with sweat, her cheeks flushed. Somewhere behind her, her underwear lays forgotten in the grass. There’s dirt under her nails. “Fine. You can have this one.”

Despite her victorious smile, the squeeze of her hands on his knees, Childe’s pretty sure this is, at best, a draw.

#mind the a/n for content tags #chilumi #childe x lumine #tartaglia x lumine #childe/lumine #tartaglia/lumine #genshin impact #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #one shot #nsft #childe #tartaglia #lumine #childe genshin #tartaglia genshin #lumine genshin #genshin

[myveryownfanfiction]

Sharpuary day 5: dungeon

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing, implied sexual relations between two Hogwarts teachers

Being the potions master of Hogwarts, Aesop sharp usually spent most of his time in the dungeons. Being the astronomy teacher, I spent most of my time in the astronomy tower. It honestly was a miracle we actually ever met outside of staff meetings and meal times. The one thing I couldn’t get used to was how cold the dungeons were.

“it feels like I’ll freeze my ass off every time I go down there.” I complained one night as I laid on aesops chest, drawing absentminded circles there. he laughed and pulled me closer.

“Why do you think I wear so many layers when I teach?” He asked, a twinkle in his eye as he gazed down at me.

“point taken. But all I’m saying is it might be in your interest to, maybe, I don’t know…come up to the astronomy tower once in a while.” I said. Aesop sighed and his head fell back against the pillow. He rubbed his hand along my back, fingers digging into muscles he was pretty sure would be sore the next day.

“I can’t. As much as I would like to, I can’t.” Aesop said, voice morose. “The amount of stairs I’d have to climb…” I closed my eyes and let my head fall against his chest, forehead hitting his collarbone.

“Damn.” I breathed out. “I forgot. Aesop, I’m…”

“don’t apologize.” He cut me off with a kiss. “You are one of the few people who do not see me as an injured old professor first and a person second. Don’t you go fucking that up.” I nodded against him. “Good.”

“I’m still sorry it didn’t even cross my mind.” I whispered, picking my head up to gaze into his dark eyes. Aesop smiled softly at me, running his fingers down my spine. “But if I have to spend another date in those infernal dungeons because you lost track of time…” Aesop laughed. “I swear I’m going to make you climb those stairs.”

“and I know you’d do it.” He said. His eyes looked me over before he leaned up to kiss me. “I’ll figure something out.” Aesop promised.

The next morning, he disappeared after breakfast with a kiss and squeeze of my hand. We headed off to opposite sides of the castle. At lunch, I looked up from my grading to see a dark grey owl pecking at my office window. Going over to open it, the owl flew over to my desk and settled on top of the papers my students had handed in. It held its leg out for me and I gently untied the note. After a quick pet, it flew off again.

“meet me in the entrance hall tonight. I think I have better location for our date than those infernal dungeons.” I read. Laughing, I stowed the note in my desk and continued on grading, wondering what aesop had thought up for tonight. Once I had finished grading, I checked the time and went to change before heading down to dinner. Aesop was no where to be seen, most likely either still grading, brewing, or putting the finishing touches on our date. After the masses had left, I made my way to the entrance hall.

“Hello.” I said as I Aesop leaning against the wall. He looked up at me and smiled, pushing off the wall.

“hello yourself.” I said as I descended the last of the stairs. “So this date of ours…anything I should be prepared for?” Aesop shook his head.

“Not really.” He said, offering me his arm. “We’re going to head out into the courtyard. Have a nice little date underneath the stars.” I looked over at him with a smile. “Don’t you dare.” He chuckled when he saw my face. “If I find out you told anyone about this…” I leaned into his arm.

“I won’t. I promise.” I said softly, still looking at him like he’d hung the stars himself. Aesop rolled his eyes as he led me outside. We walked right to the fountain and we sat down. “So aside from star gazing, which might I remind you is my literal job, what did you have planned tonight?” Aesop blushed and leaned into me. He took out his wand and some candles sparked to life around us. “Oh!” I squeaked and looked around us. Aesop pulled out a book and wrapped his arm around me.

“thought we could pick up where we left off?” He murmured as I curled up against him.

“Oh that sounds wonderful.” I breathed out. Aesop nodded and started reading as I gazed up at him, trying to commit image him surrounded by stars to memory.

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[child-of-thedarknight]

I’ve had a taste - Ajax Petropolis x OC!fem reader

A/N: this is the short version of the oneshot I had originally done for Ajax. There is smut in this :) 

“You walk out that door and I’m done Thorpe!” I screamed as he looked at me, then at the door and then at me. “What?” He questioned as he started to walk closer to me. I held my hand up to stop him from getting any closer. “Xavier the fact that you are tossing up on whether or not to spend time with your girlfriend of three years or go off with the girl you’ve known for a month and a half is the only answer I need. Get the fuck out.” I said as I walked over to him, walking him out of my room and shutting the door behind him, sliding down it and finally letting the tears fall.

That was 2 months ago. Since that night, I’d been trying to escape reality with weed. I was always in a constant high. I gave it up almost completely when I got with him but there was no point not smoking now. I had grown closer to Ajax as well as a result of smoking. He became my sesh buddy. Every two days, we’d sesh at either his dorm or mine. He started walking me to classes and the rumours started flowing. The latest one I’d heard was that I had been cheating on Xavier with Ajax the entire time. I told Ajax that during our sesh and we both laughed until we cried.

Two weeks ago, it got out that Wednesday and Enid were and item. I had no idea until Ajax walked into my room, pulled out the weed and sat on the bed with me. “She’s fucking gay.” Was all he said as he smoked and tried to come to terms with the fact that the girl he’s had a crush on since freshman year and was still trying to figure out how to ask her on a date was gay. I had giggled to myself, feeling Ajax’s eyes on me. “It’s kind of funny how we’re both trying to get over someone now.” I said as he agreed with me. 

A week ago, I had to go into Jericho to get my medications and some more snacks and Ajax came with me. When we were in the aisles, I wasn’t quite tall enough to reach something. I felt Ajax’s hands on my waist as he lifted me up and I got the packet of chips. I felt his hands burning my skin through the two layers of clothing. When he put me down, I turned to face him and without even thinking, kissed his cheek before walking further down the aisle. I felt a hand pull me back before Ajax’s hand was on my cheek and his lips were on mine. It was short but sweet being that we were in public but it was enough for me to blush heavily. The whole way back to Nevermore, his hand was either in mine or on my thigh.

3 days ago, we were sitting at the back of the class during maths. It was the last lesson on a Friday so I was using my powers to move things around the classroom, making the teacher have to purposefully stop the lesson to have to look for things. I was moving the whiteboard eraser when I felt ajax’s hand on my thigh. I looked at him and he moved closer to me. “Gotta stay quiet. Can’t draw any attention to ourselves now can we?” He asked as I realised we had smoked during break which meant he was very high right now and so was I. I rolled my eyes at him and went back to moving the whiteboard eraser. I felt his hand move under my jumper and beneath my pants as he slowly rubbed my clit and I bit down on my lip to stiffle a moan. His hand slipped beneath my panties as he began stroking me. I looked down and noticed that my jumper covered everything. I silently thanked the gods that no one was watching. His fingers played with my clit before he slipped one inside me and I bit my hand so I wouldn’t moan. He slowly began pumping his finger in and out before he added another one, his palm rubbing against my clit as I felt myself slowly rocking my hips to try and get some form of friction going. I looked at him with pleading eyes and all he did was smirk, purposefully going slow, teasing me and making me want more. He started moving faster and I could feel a knot forming in my stomach, getting closer and closer to my orgasm. His palm began rubbing faster against my clit as the knot in my stomach got tighter and tighter until it finally came undone as I rode out my orgasm on ajax’s fingers. He pulled his fingers out slowly as he put them in his mouth, licking them clean as the bell rang.

Yesterday, we were seshing in my dorm, Chase Atlantic playing in the background. I was leaning against the wall, looking up at the galaxy I had painted on the roof. I could feel Ajax’s eyes on me the entire time. I looked down and Ajax’s hand was on my cheek as he turned my face to look at him before I felt his lips on mine. The kiss was gentle and slow. I kissed him back before he grabbed me, moving me on to his lap as he reattached his lips to mine, his hands going around my waist as mine went around his neck. I felt his tongue swipe my bottom lip as he grabbed my ass, causing me to gasp. He slipped his tongue in as he began moving my hips back and forth. I quickly got the message as I started grinding down on him, feeling his cock grow beneath me and rub me through my jeans. One of his hands went to my hair as he lightly tugged on it. He slowly broke off the kiss as he moved my hair from my face, looking at me with so many emotions in his eyes. “Kinda just had to do that y’know?” He asked as I nodded my head, giggling at him. 

 Today, I was sitting in my dorm with Enid and Wednesday, catching up with them since I’d been spending alot more time with Ajax since he found out Enid was gay. Enid was asking me all kinds of questions as my phone was blowing up with texts. I picked it up off my bedside table to see Ajax was blowing up my phone. I silenced it before placing it back on my bedside table. “You seem to be popular.” Wednesday commented as I turned back to face them. “Not really.” I said as we continued our conversation. 10 minutes later, my door was thrown open and Ajax walked in, walking over to me and kissing me before he looked at me. “Dude I was so worried about you. Why didn’t you answer my texts?” He asked as I looked in his eyes. “Because I’m spending time with Enid and Wednesday. We can sesh when I’m done catching up with them.” I said as he looked over to the girls and swallowed. “I’ll just uh, wait outside.” Ajax said as he walked out the door, shutting it behind him. “Details! Now!” Enid squealed as I looked at her. “I’m not saying anything Enid. You’re just gonna have to deal with it.” I said as she grumbled at me. “Now I really do hate to do this but I have a very confused gorgon boy outside my dorm that I need to attend to.” I said as the girls nodded their heads and walked out, saying goodbye to ajax as they walked out. He walked in and took his shoes off before sitting on my bed, crossing his legs and facing me. “I’m gonna need a joint or three to process the fact that I just kissed you in front of them.” He said as I laughed and handed him one, watching as he lit his before I lit mine. We talked about anything and everything before he headed back to his dorm before curfew.

He started getting more touchy in public after that day. Whether it was his arm over my shoulder around our friends, linking our pinkies when we walked to class, kisses on my forehead or cheek randomly. I was on my way to fencing when I felt a hand pull me into an empty classroom. A hand went over my mouth as I breathed in Ajax’s scent, immediately calming down. I turned around to face him as he backed me up against the door, my book bag dropping against the ground as my hands immediately went around the back of his neck as his went to my waist. He pulled away from the kiss, one of his hands tangling in my hair as he pulled my head back, marking my neck as much as he could before he started undoing the buttons on my shirt. Once he had them undone, He pulled my bra down and took my left nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before he switched, his hand travelling down my body as he pulled my pants down. I undid his belt and pants before pulling them down. I sunk down as he looked down at me, watching as I grabbed his cock in my hands, licking the tip before beginning to take as much of him in my mouth as I could. I slowly bobbed my head, taking in more each time before I deep throated him, making his hand fly to my hair as I looked up at him, maintaining eye contact as I did it again. He pulled my off his cock and pushed me against the door, my hands pressed against the wood as he spread my legs before rubbing his cock in my slick, teasing me before he slowly pushed in, bottoming out quickly because of how wet I already was. I heard him groan behind me as he pulled out until just the tip was left in before slamming back into me, hitting my spot dead on. I was about to let out a moan when Ajax’s hand covered my mouth, the other going around my throat as he leaned closer to me, his lips brushing my ear. “You’ve gotta be quiet now. Can’t have anyone walking in and finding us doing this now can we? I bet you love the risk of getting caught don’t you? The thrill that someone could knock on the door at any moment and see us. You know you love it.” He whispered as I moaned against his hand, feeling his grip on my throat tighten as the knot in my stomach did the same. As if he could sense my orgasm building, he took his hand off my throat and reached between me and the door, rubbing my clit with his fingers to bring my orgasm closer. I moaned as Ajax put two fingers in my mouth, the rest wrapping around my throat as best as he could. I felt his thrusts starting to get sloppy as my orgasm drew nearer, whimpering and whining, desperately wanting a release. “It’s ok baby. You can come.” Ajax said as I moaned, feeling the knot untie as my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, my walls tightening around Ajax’s cock as his hips stuttered before he came, filling me up with his seed. He slowly pulled out before helping me pull my pants up before he pulled his own up. “That was fucking amazing.” He said as he leaned over and placed a kiss on my lips. “Mmm.” I hummed in agreement as I picked up my book bag and we opened the door, walking out and heading our separate ways for the last class of the day.

Ajax had texted me during botany saying that Xavier needed his help with something so I told him we can push back our sesh until after dinner. I had just finished my plate when Ajax came up to me, sitting next to me and placing a kiss on my cheek. “Hey.” He said as I looked up at him. “Hey.” I replied, finishing my juice as he sat facing me. “Your dorm or mine?” Ajax asked as I leaned into him. “Mine. I don’t have a room mate remember?” I said as he nodded his head. I got up and held out my hand for him. He grabbed it and we walked to my dorm, shutting the door behind us once we got in. “I’m going for a shower before we smoke.” I said as I grabbed some pajama’s and Ajax nodded, beginning to roll the joints for the night. I walked into the bathroom and turned the water on, letting it heat up as I got undressed before getting under the water. I put my hair up in a messy bun before shaving and washing my body, getting out and drying myself off. I got dressed and put some lotion on and walking back into my room. I joined Ajax on the bed and we began smoking.

An hour later, Ajax was using my thighs as pillows as we both scrolled through social media, too high to do anything else. I was snapping Enid and I was also very conscious of how close Ajax’s fingers would get to my core due to how he was laying. He suddenly moved between my legs, pulling my shorts and underwear off before throwing them somewhere on the floor. I looked down at him as he made eye contact, licking along my pussy as I threw my head back, a moan slipping past my lips as he smirked at me. His hands tightened their grip on my thighs as his tongue circled my clit. “Holy fuck.”I moaned as his tongue flattened and he shook his head. My thighs started squeezing together as his tongue explored my pussy before he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked on it, causing me to squeeze my thighs around his head. I heard him moan and it sent vibrations straight to my core, causing me to throw my head back and moan loudly, my back arching as the knot in my stomach got tighter and tighter. I could feel myself getting closer and he must have known as he started flicking his tongue against my clit, my hands tangling in the bed sheets as he kept going. A few seconds later, I came without warning, Ajax helping my through my high as he licked all my juices up before sitting up and leaning over to give me a kiss. I whined as I tasted myself on him. He smiled at me before grabbing my panties and shorts, handing them back to me as he grabbed us both another joint. I rolled my eyes at him and put my clothes back on, Leaning back against the headboard and lighting my joint, looking over at Ajax and seeing him already looking at me. “What has gotten into you lately?” I asked as he smirked. “I’ve had a taste and now I’m addicted.” He replied as he inhaled, winking at me as I smiled at him. I stuck my tongue out before we sat in a comfortable silence, smoking our joints before we finished them and fell asleep cuddling each other.

When I woke up the next morning, Ajax was looking at me but he seemed to be lost in his thoughts. “Emma?” He asked as he noticed I was awake. “Mmm?” I asked as I yawned. “There’s no possible way that what we have is just friends.” He replied as I looked at him. “I know.” I said as I fiddled with the snake necklace he got me for my birthday a few months ago. “So does that mean we’re a thing now?” He asked as I looked at him, leaning over and kissing him softly. “Yeah it does Ajax. I’m sick of hiding it.” I said as Ajax agreed. We got up and got dressed for school, heading to breakfast, hand in hand and a smile on both our faces.

#ajax petropolis x reader #ajax petropolis smut #ajax petropolis

[itstheoneshot]

Kinktober Day 21

Phone Sex - Yuta

!dom Yuta

It wasn’t often that you were awake when Yuta messaged you while he was on tour. The time difference meant that you would get a couple of hours of shared daylight to talk, but the rest of the time either one of you was asleep, or working. It sucked, and you missed each other terribly, but that is all part of the gig, and you knew that when you first started dating.

Tonight however was different. You were so immersed in the drama that you were watching, and the wine that you were drinking, that you hadn’t noticed just how late it had gotten. Three AM, to be exact, when your phone lights up with a text message notification on the screen.

Yuta

Are you still up?

You

I am.

Before you get a chance to send a second message, your phone is ringing and you rush to answer him.

“My love!” You gush, “I miss you!”

Yuta’s laughter echoes through the phone, and the serotonin that it gives you is immeasurable. Your communication over the last few weeks has been only random text messages and a couple of videos sent at odd times, so to be calling is incredible.

“I miss you too,” He replies, “Why are you awake?”

Now it is your turn to laugh, the alcohol has definitely gone to your head and you are feeling a little dizzy.

“Just drinking,” You mumble, “Watching TV, didn’t realise it was already so late.”

You swear that you can hear Yuta roll his eyes through the phone. He knows what you are like when you drink, as you usually drink together, so you know that he would be a little jealous to know that you are drinking without him.

“Well you’re stuck with me now,” He murmurs, “You aren’t tired yet, are you?”

You stare up at the ceiling, your vision a little blurry. You ponder his question for a moment, soaking in the sound of his voice before you answer.

“I’m not tired,” You reply, shaking your head even though he can’t see you, “I’m just thinking about you now.”

Your words give it away, causing Yuta to laugh again. You can’t lie to him, especially not when you have had a few to drink, and not when you know that he is alone at the other end of the line, thinking of you too.

“Oh really?” He plays coy, “What about me are you thinking of?”

You blush at this question, grateful that he cannot see you as he would tease you endlessly for how quickly flustered you become.

“I’m thinking about the way that you kiss me,” You start, your eyes fluttering closed as you imagine it, “About the way that your hands feel on my body.”

Yuta hums in contentment at your words, and you hear him readjust, moving to a more comfortable position in the hotel bed.

“What else, baby?” He asks, “Tell me what you would want to do if I was there?”

You find your hand trailing down your front, settling over your core that is already beginning to throb.

“I’d want you to fuck me, Yuta,” You sigh as your hand slips under the elastic of your panties, “I want to feel your cock stretching me out, I want you to ruin me.”

Yuta palms his growing erection, though of course you can’t see it, you know by the way that his breath catches in his throat that he is enjoying this just like you are.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He asks rhetorically this time, “I wouldn’t go easy on you though, with my hand around your throat, I might bruise you, baby.”

You push two fingers inside, as you rub circles on your clit with your thumb. Your hips buck at the feeling, and you let out a little moan at the pleasure.

“I want it,” You whimper, fingers working faster, “Yuta, fuck, I want it so bad it hurts.”

Yuta moans a little louder, having now pulled his pants down to free his cock completely, you can hear him stroking himself and it only makes you want him twice as bad.

“Are you gonna make yourself cum?” He asks, “Thinking about how good I can make you feel is enough to get you there, isn’t it?”

He is right, you have an incredible imagination, and you have enough past experiences to draw from that it isn’t hard for you to picture your fingers as Yuta’s cock, though it doesn’t stretch you the same, hearing his voice definitely helps fill the void.

“Yuta~” You moan louder, hearing his own hand move faster, his breathing getting heavier, “Fuck, I’m so close, god I want to cum on your cock so badly.”

Nothing but moans of each other's names are repeated as you each chase a high that you wish you were giving to each other.

“Cum for me,” Yuta orders you, “Baby, need to hear you cum so I can too.”

It is easy to fall apart for him, your arousal flows from you, surely making a mess of the sofa as you breathlessly cry out for him, hearing him do the same for you in a lower register as he releases too. Your chest heaves, rising and falling as your orgasm subsides and you move your hand away to give yourself a moment to regain clarity.

“You should sleep,” Yuta sighs, “But we should do this again soon, okay? I love you.”

You want to protest, but your eyelids are shutting without your consent, slumber closing in on you quicker than you would have liked it to.

“Okay,” You reply, “I’ll see you in a week, but talk before then… I love you too.”

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Hi :) I was wondering if I could request tbb boys with a male Jedi boyfriend? (With orange light sabers/saber since that's the color I have and it is pretty uncommon to see in the star wars universe. Also maybe have the reader be trans?)

(Sorry can’t do Trans/non-binary/poly/genderfluid. I’ve never done so and I don’t have enough knowledge to do so. Plus, I don’t want to offend anyone. The rest though I can do!)

Bad Batch x Male Jedi

Hunter:

First thing that caught his eye was the orange saber. He didn’t know too much about Jedi like Tech and Echo, but he knew enough that something was different about him.

It took him a few seconds to realize like yeah, and he’s also good looking.

Cue him being between flustered and trying to seem cool in the Jedi’s presence.

His brothers tease him ridiculously, especially since Hunter is usually the least likely to romanticize with anyone.

So when Hunter began to actually have feelings for said Jedi, it didn’t help Tech managed to find out enough about him to add him as the batch’s first Jedi.

Y/N didn’t really find out of just why the batch with the reputation of ‘No need to a jedi, we got a Hunter’ were so nice to him. Of course he had a crush on Hunter, I mean have you seen his hair?

Y/N was just as flustered around him, and even more so once the two began to get closer and go into battle together.

Let’s just say Hunter might do the first kiss due to the heat of battle more than anything.

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Crosshair:

Crosshair might of gotten a glance at him from afar one time, can’t say exactly how he ended up at the sparring room, but there he was battling a couple of training droids. Despite usually not interested in Jedi stuff, he couldn’t help but watch the entire training session.

Said Jedi knew someone was watching him, it didn’t help the force seem to draw some sort of connection to the mysterious person. (Force ships hard!)

Crosshair waits till he stops training (trying hard to hide the blush of being turned on by the Jedi decapitating the two training droids in one move. Not that he’ll admit it) to ask him for a drink.

The Jedi accepts, which has Crosshair wondering if he’s an imposter. No way a goodie twos Jedi would indulge in alcohol.

“It’s not that, Jedi occasionally drink alcohol (once of age), they just either do so in secret or rarely one forgets they do.” - Y/N

“I don’t drink alcohol, but the milkshakes at Dexters are the best.” - Y/N

Which leads the pair to the 79s bar, followed by Dexters for their first date.

First kiss happens the first place they meet, cause that training move basically made Crosshair this time, not try to hide his excitement and adoration.

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Tech:

First thing he thought when he saw you was, ‘I can totally get more knowledge on Jedi lore from him!”

Wasn’t till he actually came up to you, that he became partially speechless on your beauty, but also flustered and stuttering of his request.

You smile and accept helping him learn more of Jedi lore, which makes him even more red.

So starts the two of you study dates. Tech rambling, yet blushing since you basically lean to his every word each time.

First kiss happens by your first move, followed by Tech nearly going all out passion before realizing the two of you are in the archives.

Tech knows Jedi have rules about dating and so on, but thanks to his intelligence, is able to loop hole around it and eventually let it be public (beyond his brother and sister) without any fear.

Loves to shower his lover with gifts, especially if you bring back some cool item on one of your missions.

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Echo:

Unlike the rest of the batch, he’d already seen plenty of Jedi fighting and knew a lot of lore (the guy carried a manual a good portion of his life after all).

Still, it wasn’t to say he wasn’t impressed by Y/N’s moves, and once he became the batch’s Jedi, he was crushing hard.

He basically was the perfect gentleman for you. Making sure you got off the ship okay (hand holding bonus), back you up in battle (he surprisingly felt more alive fighting side by side with you)

He didn’t confess his feelings for awhile, mainly due to being part cyborg and all.

But you didn’t care, in fact, it got you to show him one of your favorite holo shows with a cyborg character.

Made him feel better, and it was during said binging holo dates, that he made a move.

Loves to see you use the force, maybe more way than one if you know what he means.

Will not let any Sith hurt you is he can help it. Beware Grevious and more.

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Wrecker:

This guy is the king of the party, so it’s no surprise first meet up was at the 79s bar.

He was just chilling with his brothers, when across the bar he spots you.

He is usually upbeat and social, but he could literally feel his palms sweating just wondering what he should do.

His brothers encourage him, and so he does, and good timing too. Some drunk brute tries to assault you.

He cracks his knuckles and gets ready to throw hands. But then he sees you (after the brute knocks your drink off the bar) circle throw him into a nearby table before calmly asking the bartender for another drink.

Yeah, he was smitten. And the night seem to go by like that, and before he knew it, he was leaving the bar with his brothers, with your pad number in hand.

First kiss was defiantly after a usual sparring date, and it may of gotten heated.

Loves to show you affection, no Jedi or clone can stop him.

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Match-Up Commission for @unfinished-projects-galore!

Hi, thank you for the matchup request! Just a reminder, matchups are commissions on my blog!

Hm, out of the characters I feel like a lot of people could be good matches, but here’s the two I chose for you...

HxH — Feitan

Surprisingly, he’s quite an artsy guy (he was actually reading an artbook in one of the Yorknew scenes). While yes they usually come in brutal or unconventional forms, he does have an appreciation for them, perhaps that’s one reason why he got so close to Chrollo too. Either way, if you happen to be into painting or drawing, he’ll likely be drawn to you from the start. He isn’t much of a reader but he likes artworks a lot, the weirder or darker they are the better for him. But if you like to make wholesome illustrations he does have a soft spot for them too, so really the limit is the sky haha. He won’t be able to outright say that he likes your work since he’s so emotionally constipated, but he will definitely be watching you do your work from afar. He probably doesn’t really care too much about your schoolwork since he isn’t really into academics, so whether or not you study for exams isn’t his business.

Speaking of which, he probably looks for people who are independent or are able to be by themselves for long periods of time. He can’t stand people who depend on others for too many things, almost like they’re not able to function without the other. Because of this, he likes that while you do give him some time you also let him do his own stuff. If you aren’t part of the troupe, this will be even more important because he a) doesn’t want you to get hurt if you follow the troupe around and b) he knows he can’t always be there for you because of troupe operations. He’ll check up on you from time to time because while he hates admitting it, he does like hearing your voice. Expect random calls from him at like 2am or 6pm, it really doesn’t matter when he’ll just pick up his phone and call you haha.

Another thing you two share is liking to be in smaller groups or by yourselves. He feels safe around the troupe even though they’re a big group because he’s known them forever, but if he’s supposed to survive in a room with more than four people he doesn’t know, he’d rather kill them. He values the strong, intimate connections people make when in smaller or 1-to-1 relationships, so you two won’t have a problem there. He likes spending time with you without a lot of people around since it helps him feel like there’s some privacy in the relationship. He doesn’t like knowing others are peering into his private life that much.

Speaking of privacy, he will want to keep things like PDA to a minimum. He loves you yes but he also doesn’t want people snooping into his private life. Because of that, the most PDA he will do outside is pull you closer to him if he thinks you were about to get hurt but that’s it. Hand-holding? Maybe if you’re lucky and only the troupe’s around, but no hugging and definitely no kissing is to be done when others are able to see you two. He’s surprisingly soft when it comes to physical affection, maybe he’s scared to break one of your bones. He also values time spent with you. He doesn’t see himself as a good gift-giver because he tends to think gifts = practical things one might need, so you might not get a fancy dress or new shoes for example. However, he does think that spending time with you is important, so he’ll go out of his way to make as much time available as he can with his busy schedule. If Phinks starts asking him where he goes half of the time Feitan will give him a quick glare but not say anything (he might be blushing slightly).

TWST — Vil

Look, it’s Pomefiore! This bold dorm leader likes you because you two share similar hobbies but also because it’s sort of like an opposites attract moment. He has no issues being in the spotlight, having to converse with fifty new people at once, etc. But at the same time, he wants someone who will give him a bit of calm in his already chaotic life, which is why he values people that might want smaller groups of friends, more intimate relationships, things like that. He sees you as an escape from more or less the harsher world because he can be himself around you without putting on the perfect persona, and because you are chill he’s able to chill out too haha.

I think you two would have all-nighters talking about your favorite books or favorite artworks. He’s a big reader, he just doesn’t have all the time in the world to pick up as many stories as he would want to. Because of this, if you happen to have books you liked that he hasn’t read yet, I think he would appreciate it if you just talked to him about those stories, even stories you want to rant about he would love listening to you. He also is a big film critic, so if you have any films you want to watch, it might be fun seeing it with him. He points out different aspects of the film that you might not have thought about before, but he also likes to just appreciate the movies silently. It might be a good idea to do the classic movie date with him!

Something that might scare people away from Vil would be his cold exterior or his extremely rigid criteria for what is “beautiful.” However, I highly doubt he would actually judge people for looking differently from him or from the conventional beauty standards. If you wear things or style yourself in ways that make you comfortable and in ways that you like, I think that would be good in his eyes. He probably sees beauty as more of a “can you be confident in what you like” or “do you appreciate yourself” more than just “does it look aesthetic.” He will make you do skincare with him if he thinks you would be interested and he might enjoy doing your hair from time to time (he likes experimenting with styles bear with him lol), but in the end he thinks what you do with your fashion is what he’ll support. Now if he thinks what you wore that day was horrendous, he won’t cut corners, but that literally never happens since the only person he thinks has bad fashion is RSA HAHA! I think he would actually like your hairstyle, mainly because it’s so bold in his opinion.

He definitely has no issues with PDA unless fans or snooping news reporters are around. He loves holding your hand, playing with your hair, just sitting next to you. He might honestly be touch-starved because he had to grow up so quickly and be independent for most of his life, so I imagine any form of soft affection would make him flustered. He’s emotionally constipated, so he won’t know how to express he wants you to hug him, expect him to just give you a long stare as if you are able to read his mind. He likes giving affection through quality time the most though, mainly because he never had a lot of connections in his past and values getting to know someone.

Speaking of which, similar to Feitan I think he would want someone who can be independent. He’s extremely busy, which means he doesn’t have all the time in the world to take care of you. He tries to make as much time for you as he can, but in the end he still ends up with way more tasks than he asked for. If you’re able to take care of yourself when he’s not around, he’ll definitely appreciate it and find a way to make up for lost time. He loves you for who you are, and would honestly love every minute he gets to spend with you.

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