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F*ck My Thighs [M] — Lee Seokmin

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Ever since you started working at XTREMEGEAR, you’ve been hopelessly obsessed with Lee Seokmin...god damn Lee Seokmin and his fucking divine thighs. You didn’t think you’d ever stand a chance with him. But when your company forces you to go to a sports and wellness retreat with the whole HR department, you discover that you haven’t been as discreet about your little crush as you thought you were.

✧ Genre: workplace au; SMUT [18+], fluff, slight angst (if you squint??) ♥ Pairing: female!reader x co-worker!Lee Seokmin ✧ Word count: 17.2K+ (oops...?) ✦ Warnings: reader has an unhealthy obsession with dk's thighs and arms (honestly same), swearing, mentions of alcohol, drinking games, intoxication, some jealousy, small mention of reader comparing herself to another female co-worker, dk being a tease — pls let me know if I missed any :) ✎ Notes: 1) nsfw warnings below the cut! 2) small project where? lol 3) those arm pics were like a literal gift from god, so of course i HAD to add a little arm kink into the fic as well....ARGH!!! it's going to be the death of me someday.... 4) i also added the itinerary at the end of the fic in case you're curious OR check it out here ♕ Shout out: special thanks to @forsythe-lll and @fugaciousserendipity for your valuable input ♡!

♡ REBLOGGING AND/OR FEEDBACK WOULD BE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED — DON'T BE A STRANGER PLS ♡

nsfw warnings: outdoor/public sex, thigh worship, thigh riding, fingering, slight degradation, pussy eating, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie (pls let me know if I missed any!)

“You’re drooling again,” Soonyoung’s voice sounded in your ears, startling you in your desk chair.

Reluctantly, you ripped your eyes away from the purple-haired man that you’d been observing and turned your attention to your brown-haired co-worker.

“I am not,” you grumbled, feeling a little embarrassed that you’d been caught. But then again, it wasn’t the first time that Soonyoung had caught you doing exactly that.

Your co-worker could only smirk at your poor rebuttal. “Right. Then tell me why there’s drool in the corner of your mouth.”

You gasped, your hands quickly moving up to wipe at the corners of your mouth. “What? Where?” Only there was no drool. Ugh, why did you even fall for that...again? “You’re so annoying, you know that?” you sighed, shooting Soonyoung an irritated look.

“Whatever. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t get any work done.”

A desperate sigh left your lips at the truth of his statement. “I know...but he looks so good today. And I think he’s been working out more frequently, because his thighs look even more delectable than usual,” you said, once again shifting your gaze to the man you’d been crushing on for as long as you can remember.

Soonyoung wrinkled his nose at your tmi and cleared his throat rather loudly, pulling your attention back to him. “You need to get laid. Soon. Or I’m afraid you might start creaming yourself on the spot and end up getting fired.”

“Shut up, it’s not that bad,” you scowled, giving his shoulder a playful push.

“Really?” Soonyoung threw a pointed look your way. “Do you want the boss to catch you slacking again?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I’m still traumatized,” you groaned, burying your head into your hands as your mind flashed back to that embarrassing moment.

It was only a few months ago when your boss had scolded you for missing a deadline in front of the entire department. What he didn’t know was that you missed it because you’d been too busy ogling and obsessing over your sexy co-worker all week.

“Well, you better get it together then. If you don’t want our other colleagues to think that you’re a sex-crazed weirdo obsessed with a certain co-worker’s thighs, you might wanna rethink your strategy before Friday.” Soonyoung frowned at your puzzled look. “You didn’t forget about the retreat, right?”

Fuck. The company retreat. You actually had momentarily forgotten about that little thing.

Three whole days in the forest with your smoking hot co-worker and no way to get yourself off in private when he did something to turn you on – this was definitely an issue, considering that nearly everything the man did was arousing to you.

In other words, you were doomed. Fucking doomed.

When you first started at XTREMEGEAR, you’d been super motivated to start your first real full-time job. All those years of studying had finally paid off and landed you this job on the project implementation team of the HR department.

You met Soonyoung on your first day and the two of you had immediately clicked. Just like you, he’d been a newbie, so you got to lean on each other a lot during the initial trainee period – because working in corporate was no joke.

Now two years later, you were practically inseparable – both at work and outside of it. You were grateful to have someone like Soonyoung by your side and you truly considered him to be one of your best friends, if not your best friend. Most of your colleagues and other friends naturally assumed you were dating, but you were both always quick to burst their bubbles. You loved Soonyoung, you really did, but dating him was out of the question.

Being this close to him meant that you’d heard and seen enough things over the past two years that you came to the conclusion that you’d be better off as friends. Besides, you had your eyes set on someone else, a certain co-worker that made your work life so much more enjoyable, but also so much harder.

Lee Seokmin.

The first time you saw him was about four days into your traineeship. He’d been on leave for a few days, but during his absence, you’d already heard enough about him to make you wonder what kind of person he was.

According to your seniors, he was considered one of the department’s best assets. Despite the fact that he’d only started working at XTREMEGEAR a year prior to your arrival, he’d left such a good impression on the higher ups that he got promoted to project leader after only seven months on the job.

Initially, it had confused you that literally no one had a bad word to say about him – even the ones that were his seniors. But everything made sense as soon as Seokmin walked into the meeting room that morning.

He was a natural. The way he carried himself, the way he talked, the way he treated his co-workers, everything about him just screamed employee of the month in the most positive sense.

And that was only half of it. In your eyes, the man was a literal god, carved out just like one of those ancient Greek sculptures from back in the day – every detail carefully thought out and nothing out of place, just perfect.

His gorgeous smile alone had the ability to light up the darkest room, and in combination with those radiant eyes of his, you didn’t understand how anyone could ever be upset in his presence.

When he blessed you with that bright smile for the first time, you thought you were about to die on the spot from the way your heart had started to pound inside your chest. He’d been so sweet and flirty even, throwing you the occasional wink while explaining the ins and out of the project team and leaning over your shoulder as he showed you how to use the computer, all of it slowly driving you insane and making you think that you actually stood a chance with him.

But as the days passed, you saw him do it to another female co-worker, and another, which made you realize that that was just his personality. Seokmin was a natural flirt and he was completely oblivious to the impact of his actions.

It didn’t really help that he always looked like a sexy CEO from one of those K-drama’s, especially when he was in his element – the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up, providing you with a perfect view of the veins running all over his muscular arms. You may or may not have fantasized about tracing them with your fingers (and *cough* tongue) on multiple occasions.

And then his thighs. God...his thighs. They were no doubt your favorite part about him. Although most people wouldn’t necessarily describe Seokmin as a big guy, it was very obvious that he worked out – the man did not skip a single leg day.

Before coming to XTREMEGEAR, you never would have thought a pair of thighs could have this hold on you, but there was just something about Seokmin’s thighs that made you go absolutely feral. It was at the point now where the mere sight of his tight black dress pants clinging onto his beautiful toned upper legs was enough to have you dripping in your seat.

Soonyoung always liked to tease you about that one time you literally drooled onto your desk because you’d been so fixated on the man’s luscious thighs. At that time, Seokmin had sat himself down onto another colleague’s desk to have a chat about god knows what. And although the action in itself hadn’t been provocative at all, with the way his thighs had appeared even thicker and more fuckable than ever in that position, your thoughts started to drift to a not-so-innocent place – apparently you’d gotten so lost in your little fantasy world that you forgot to swallow your own saliva, much to Soonyoung’s amusement.

It surprised you again and again that one man could make you so horny for him all the damn time. You couldn’t even remember a day where you hadn’t left the office with a pair of soaked panties. And it was all because your mind constantly kept drifting to the man’s thighs and how good they would feel between your legs.

You’d honestly lost count of the number of scenarios you’d come up with that involved him ruining you in the filthiest possible ways. At the top was definitely the one where he’d drag you into the supply closet and force you to ride his godly thighs until they were drenched in your juices – and you nothing but a moaning mess for him to use however he pleased.

Was it wrong to fantasize about a co-worker like this? Hell yes. Did that stop you from doing so? Fuck no. Lee Seokmin was like a drug, your personal drug...and you needed your daily fix of him to stop yourself from going insane.

Despite some moments of weakness, you were usually pretty good at refraining yourself from completely succumbing to your desire when you were at the office. However, there had been that one time – definitely your lowest moment according to Soonyoung – where you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom just so you could make yourself cum.

The sight of Seokmin’s sweaty form exiting the company gym in a pair of shorts that did nothing to hide his delicious thighs had been too much for you so early in the morning. That, in combination with the killer smile he’d thrown your way while he wiped the sweat from his forehead, had pushed you to your fucking limit.

Just your luck, one of your female co-workers had entered the bathroom while you were mid-orgasm, two of your fingers deep inside your sopping cunt and your mind filled with thoughts of Seokmin wrecking you on his thighs.

It had taken everything in you not to moan out loud as your body shivered in delight, your walls tightly gripping onto your greedy digits and your legs nearly giving out at the overwhelming waves of pleasure – all while your co-worker was doing her business in the stall right beside yours.

Of course, Soonyoung had immediately caught on when you finally returned to your desk after that suspiciously long ‘bathroom break’. The way he’d smirked at you told you that you were never going to live this down. But you’d already accepted that the moment you gave into your urges.

Your best friend knew you like the back of his hand, so trying to hide anything from him was useless. He always managed to find out one way or another.

The way he was so in your business was annoying at times, but you also knew that without Soonyoung, you’d have been fired a long time ago. He kept you on your toes, reminded you about important deadlines and pulled you back to reality when you were trapped in one of your fantasies again.

You liked your job, you really did. But whenever Seokmin was around, which was basically every day, you seemed to forget everything else that mattered. It was like you were stuck in this never-ending cycle and it was only a matter of time before you would make a fool out of yourself.

Like on this damn company retreat.

Currently, you were stuck on a bus with about twenty of your colleagues, including Seokmin, who was sitting only a few seats away from you and Soonyoung.

It felt like you were back in high school all over again, but this time with a bunch of grown ass adults. The sounds coming from the colleagues sitting in the back of the relatively small bus strongly reminded you of the rowdy ‘cool’ kids who always annoyed the shit out of you, whereas the front of the bus was significantly quieter, with the occasional raising of voices or laughter interrupting the peaceful atmosphere.

You didn’t really understand why the higher-ups thought that it was a good idea to send the HR team to a sports and wellness retreat. The wellness part sounded good, but sports?

Yes, you were well aware that your company offered boot camps and developed outdoor gym and fitness equipment, but you’d chosen the HR department for a reason – it didn’t involve exercise.

Still, here you were, forced to participate in various activities that would end up with you drenched in sweat and looking less than classy.

That wasn’t even the worst, though. No. Lee fucking Seokmin would be there to see you looking like a damn mess and there was nothing you could do about it.

And then you hadn’t even thought about how you were going to deal with Seokmin in his workout clothes. If what you’d seen him wear at the company gym was anything to go by, then Soonyoung would probably have to arrange your funeral by the end of the trip.

Normally, you tended to avoid Seokmin when you felt yourself start to spiral a little too far down into your sexual fantasies - you didn’t need another ‘bathroom’ incident. And though it proved to be challenging at times when he was literally your team’s project leader, working at such a large company as XTREMEGEAR did have its advantages: the building was huge and there were many places for you to ‘hide’ without seeming too suspicious.

But this trip was going to make all of that practically impossible. The whole theme revolved around team building and doing everything together, so you couldn’t exactly skip out just because you couldn’t handle being around your hot co-worker. Plus, the last thing you needed was another reason for your boss to hate you.

And then those goddamn sleeping arrangements. When you first heard that you’d be sharing a big room with the rest of your female colleagues, you wanted to scream on the spot. You’d expected some form of sharing, but everyone together in a single room sounded like absolute hell.

Yejun, one of the seniors who’d helped organize the trip, had said that it would be “a great opportunity to bond with each other”, but all you could think about while she was talking was the fact that you wouldn’t have any privacy for three days and no way to cum without the risk of anyone catching you.

You honestly couldn’t give a shit about improving your lifestyle or some stupid team building activities, especially when you knew that at the end of this trip, all you’d be left with was stress, increased blood pressure and lots of frustration...sexual frustration to be precise.

Was it too late to fake an illness?

“What’s up with that face? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were constipated,” Soonyoung’s voice snapped you out of your thought bubble.

Laughter erupted from the front of the bus, drawing your attention away from your best friend before you could retort. Seokmin was joking around with one of your male co-workers, a big smile plastered onto his handsome face.

He’d exchanged his usual office attire with a casual one – an azure blue hoodie and some light gray sweats. Thank god for those sweats, because you didn’t think you could have handled those muscular thighs being on display when you hadn’t even arrived at your destination yet.

It wasn’t fair. He was the sole reason you were currently in the middle of an existential crisis whereas he was having the time of his life, totally oblivious to the effect he had on you.

“Soonyoung, I can’t do this,” you whined softly, shifting your gaze back to him.

“Yes, you can. Remember the breathing exercises? Just do this. In...and out...in...and out,” Soonyoung responded, followed by a demonstration of the video he’d found online and sent to you a day ago.

“Shut up! This is not a fucking joke,” you hissed as you flicked the side of his head.

“Ow!” he exclaimed rather loudly, gaining the attention of several of your co-workers sitting in your vicinity. Fortunately, they were used to your bickering and antics, so they were quick to return to their own conversations. “You know, for someone who wants to keep things on the down-low, you sure know how to attract a crowd,” your best friend grumbled as he rubbed his now sore temple.

“Then you might want to cut the crap and help me.”

“Didn't I tell you to come up with a game plan before today?”

“Yes? But nothing is going to prepare me for this...him,” you sighed, leaning into Soonyoung so that you could sneak another peek at the reason for your suffering.

The pair of black-rimmed glasses resting on his nose was something new, only making him that much more mouthwatering – and okay, you wished that he hadn’t decided to make this fashion move at a time when you needed to keep your thirst under control, but you weren’t complaining.

“We could always go back to the breathing exercises,” Soonyoung responded, causing you to lean back into your seat.

“That video was meant for pregnant women and I’m not pregnant,” you emphasized, wondering if he’d gone crazy – well, crazier than he already was.

The man beside you wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “You might be by the end of this trip.”

“You ar- No.” You shook your head while turning your body towards the window. “I’m not talking to you anymore.”

“Oh come on, Y/N,” he begged, pulling at your arm, but you refused to budge. “Okay, here. How about this? Any time you feel like it gets too much or want me to rescue you, just throw me a subtle wink.”

You looked at him as if he’d grown two heads.

“Really? You know I can’t wink for shit, so how do you expect me to do that subtly?”

“Right. I forgot you kinda look like a psycho when you try to wink,” he chuckled, after which he tried to imitate your awful wink.

“Not. Helping,” you huffed, poking his stomach repeatedly, knowing full well that he was extremely ticklish there.

“Okay, okay,” he giggled and grabbed a hold of your hand to halt your tickle attack. “How about you tap your nose instead?” he suggested, using his free hand to demonstrate it to you.

With a nod, you leaned back in your seat, already feeling slightly more at ease now that there was some type of escape set in place. “I can do that.”

“Great. Now, I’ll help you get through these three days, so just relax and don’t worry. I won’t leave your side for even a second.”

“You promise?”

“Promise.”

As soon as you’d gotten off the bus, the sight that greeted you was a huge modern log cabin – if you could even call it that – with many large glass windows decorating its walls, making it easy for the light to penetrate the spacious inside. Surrounding the cabin was a vast verdant forest, the vibrant colors of the trees and other greenery emanating a sense of peace and calmness that you hadn’t experienced in a very long time.

At first glance, you noted that it was much smaller than you’d expected from a retreat, but to be honest, you hadn’t really known what to expect from a sports and wellness retreat that was located in the forest.

The inside of the cabin was rather intimate and had a homey feeling to it – there was a huge and bright entrance hall that led into the living room, with a cozy fireplace that spread a pleasant warmth throughout the entire cabin.

After dropping off your luggage in your designated rooms and taking some time to freshen up – you were still salty about having to share with eight female colleagues, but whatever – the owner, Kim Minji, had been kind enough to give you a tour of the entire retreat.

You’d learned that there was a small indoor gym with some equipment and a separate space for group activities such as yoga, an indoor pool and a jacuzzi, both of which had you imagining what a half-naked Seokmin would look like – mouthwatering, no doubt. Aside from that, located right next to the forest, was a large open field that could be used for outdoor sports and lastly, there were three small outdoor sauna cabins, each a different type for you to try out.

Despite being skeptical and anxious about this whole trip, at least you were glad to know that your co-workers had managed to find a place that would allow you to properly enjoy yourselves during the scheduled free time.

But you knew you shouldn’t have trusted a word coming out of Kwon Soonyoung’s mouth.

Because how the hell did you end up on kitchen duty with no one other than Lee Seokmin while your best friend, the one who said he wouldn’t leave your side, was nowhere to be found?

Except for your near-breakdown on the bus, everything about the trip had been going great until this exact moment.

As promised, Soonyoung had stuck by your side the whole time, making sure to keep you at a safe distance from Seokmin and grabbing your attention when he noticed your eyes lingering a little too long on the purple-haired man.

Even during the free time, it had been fairly easy to avoid the man. You and Soonyoung had done a little exploring around the cabin, deciding to leave the pool and the sauna for another time – the fact that Soonyoung had overheard Seokmin wanting to check out the pool with a bunch of your colleagues had definitely played a role in that.

But then Seojoon, the other senior that had helped organize this whole thing, had gathered you in the living room for the next item on the itinerary. Dread had taken over your body when he announced that several of you would be assigned to tonight’s dinner shift.

Why had no one informed you about this?

Apparently, Yejun had, but back then you’d been stressing about the sleeping arrangements, so everything had gone in one ear and out the other.

And of course, luck wasn’t on your side, which was why you were currently standing in the kitchen with five of your co-workers, one of them being Lee Seokmin.

Okay, so technically, Soonyoung hadn’t broken his promise to you, but that didn’t matter right now. You were freaking the fuck out.

“Hey, Y/N! Wanna help me with the pizza dough?” Fuck. Why was he talking to you?

“Me? I-I’m not sure if I’m the right person for that though. I probably should uh,” you looked around as you felt yourself starting to panic even more, looking for any excuse to say no, “help Yejun and Seojoon prep the toppings. There’s a lot left.” You pointed to the large bag of vegetables that still needed to be cut.

Your senior quickly shook her head after hearing your words.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. We got this. Hyunwoo and Mina are working on the sauce, so you can help Seokmin. That way we’re even pairs,” Yejun smiled.

“Sure.” You forced a smile in return, but at the same time, you were mentally cursing her for putting you in this stressful situation. If only she had any idea about the inner turmoil you were experiencing right now.

Reluctantly, you slowly made your way over to Seokmin, who was now watching you with an amused smile.

When you finally dared to take a good look at him, regret washed over you almost immediately. He looked so fucking good with his hair slightly messy and still a little wet, presumably from the shower he’d taken. The glasses he’d worn in the bus were now gone, just like his azure blue hoodie, which had been replaced by a beige oversized zip up hoodie that looked just as amazing on him.

All in all, he looked like a snack...and you wanted to eat him.

“Don’t be afraid. I don’t bite,” he teased, gently nudging your side after you’d come to a stop beside him. “Only if you want me to,” he mumbled, leaning in a little closer so that only you would be able to hear.

“What?” you squeaked, your eyes widening at the implication behind his words. Your whole body tensed up, completely frozen as you attempted to process what what you’d just heard – you felt ashamed to admit it, but his words had gone straight down to your pussy, your panties already feeling slightly sticky from the arousal that had seeped out.

Seokmin, who was totally unaware of what he’d just done, simply laughed at your expression and reached over to grab a big bowl. “Just kidding. Come on, loosen up a little. We’re not at work, so we’re allowed to have some fun.”

Your cheeks started to heat up in response. “Yeah,” you muttered, embarrassed that you’d already managed to make a fool out of yourself only a few hours into the trip. God, he probably thought you were super lame.

“Then let’s make some pizza dough,” Seokmin clapped his hands excitedly before offering the kitchen scale to you.

After taking a deep breath, you felt a little more confident and reached out to take it from him. “Sounds good,” you responded, trying to ignore the way your pussy was throbbing with need for the man.

Just calm down, Y/N. He’s completely covered, no bare thighs, no bare arms. What could go wrong?

And surprisingly, it was actually fine for a while. With your nerves and horny thoughts pushed aside for the time being, the both of you worked together to create several batches of dough while joking around with the other four co-workers that were doing their own little tasks.

The point where it all changed was when Seokmin started to roll out that damn pizza dough.

“Aish, I should have thought of this before,” he muttered, pulling your attention from the recipe that you’d looked up on your phone. “Could you maybe help me take it off?” He was looking at you expectantly now.

“T-Take off what?” you stuttered, feeling the nerves settle back into your body. This was so not going in the right direction.

“My hoodie, it’s getting dirty. And my hands are kinda preoccupied, but yours are still clean,” he answered, showing his dough-covered hands.

Fucking hell. “O-Okay,” you stammered, your hands shaking as you moved in closer. He probably thought that you weren’t moving fast enough, because suddenly he was right in front of you, only inches separating the two of you.

From this position, the faint scent of his perfume invaded your nostrils. He smelled so refreshing, slightly citrusy but with a little hint of honeylike sweetness, the combination of which instantly made you feel like you were floating on cloud nine. It was probably the closest you’d ever been to him and you understood why. Thinking straight was nearly impossible.

“Y/N?” Seokmin’s smooth voice pulled you back to reality.

“Yeah, sorry,” you cleared your throat softly, refusing to meet his eyes. If you did, you’d no doubt give yourself away. So instead, you moved your eyes to the zipper that was holding the whole thing together.

With slightly clammy and shaky hands, you grabbed a hold of the zipper, slowly tugging it down as it suddenly dawned on you that you were practically unwrapping your hot co-worker like a present – the thought had you unconsciously clench your thighs together, your pussy already throbbing again.

Seokmin chuckled, interrupting your train of dirty thoughts. “It’s not gonna break, you know?”

“Right,” you hummed, your trembling fingers tugging at it a little harder until you’d reached the end, revealing the white shirt he was wearing beneath it.

“Now could you…?” he asked, making a shrugging motion to indicate that he wanted the whole thing off.

You could only nod, still refusing to meet his eyes. The sooner you’d get this done, the sooner you’d be able to go back to the dough and forget about the pool of slick that was now starting to form in your panties.

Forcing yourself to push the hoodie off his shoulders, you struggled to hold back a whimper at the view that greeted you. He was wearing a goddamn sleeveless t-shirt and there was no way to go around those deliciously toned arms that you’d dreamed about so many times. The skin of his arms was so smooth and slightly tanned, which made it all the much harder to take your eyes off them – he was really living up to his god-like status.

It was absolute torture trying not to trace your fingers over those prominent veins when you were this close, but you tried to control yourself...you had to. The last thing you wanted was for Seokmin to think that you were some perv that couldn’t keep her hands to herself.

Your heart was pounding against your chest by the time you’d managed to take the whole thing off, the man in front of you leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination with his arms on full display.

“Thanks, Y/N. Much better,” he sighed, rolling his broad shoulders before resuming his work on the dough he’d been rolling out.

“No problem,” you croaked, quickly turning back to your own workspace before you could do anything else to embarrass yourself.

For the next ten minutes or so, the urge to watch Seokmin rolling out the pizza dough was big, so big that you kept on having to repeat the words don’t look over and over in your mind in an attempt to keep your nasty thoughts about the man beside you at bay. But that also meant that you were extremely distracted and very behind on your own pizza dough.

“Are you two hurrying up with that dough or what?” Mina suddenly called from the other side of the kitchen.

“We’re on it! But perfection takes time though,” Seokmin responded, pulling a few laughs out of your other co-workers.

“It better be or we’ll never live it down. The others are already complaining about being hungry,” Hyunwoo snickered from next to Mina.

“Don’t worry. It’ll be the best pizza they’ve ever had. Right, Y/N?” Seokmin asked from beside you.

“Uh, yeah,” you mumbled, a frown forming onto your face as you struggled to form the perfect pizza circle. Whereas Seokmin was a natural at this, you were a disaster. This was exactly the reason why you preferred to order pizza instead of making it from scratch.

“God dammit,” you cursed as you messed up once again. With the dough being too sticky, it immediately fell apart as soon as you tried to transfer it onto one of the metal pizza pans.

“Here, let me show you an easy trick.” Your breath hitched in your throat when Seokmin suddenly appeared right next to you, his bare arm pressed against your own as he grabbed the piece of dough that you’d been working with.

Anything that came out of his mouth after that was lost on you. All you could focus on was the way his arm felt against your own, flexing every time he used the muscles in his hand to knead the dough into a ball before rolling it into a perfect circle with the rolling pin.

You couldn’t help yourself. The need to admire him was bigger than the voice in your head that tried to convince you that ogling your co-worker with a room full of witnesses was a bad idea. That’s why, after making sure that your other colleagues were preoccupied, you dared to sneak a peek at Seokmin.

Your eyes took in everything they could, greedily trailing over his form and coming to a stop at his arms, which had become even more veiny due to the constant force he was using to roll out the dough. You were practically salivating at this point, completely lost in your own world as your attention was drawn to the most prominent vein on the arm closest to you – it started at his wrist and went all the way up his forearm, until it disappeared back into his golden skin.

If you would have moved your hand just slightly, you’d have been able to touch-

“Think you can do it yourself now?” Seokmin asked, completely catching you off guard with his sudden question.

Your eyes shot up to his, his dark brown orbs bright and sparkling as he waited for your response. Had he caught you checking him out? At least if he did, he didn’t really let it show.

Nodding your head quickly, you stammered out a “Y-Yes, thank you.”

He just hummed, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he made his way back to his spot, leaving you with your pile of dough and no recollection of what he’d just explained to you.

God dammit, you should have paid attention.

“I’m telling you, Soonyoung. I never want to do that again. It was torture being this close to him and having to act like a normal person who doesn’t want to jump his bones!”

While nearly everyone was setting up for the last activity of the day – the drinks – you’d informed Soonyoung about everything that had happened during your kitchen duty.

“But the question is, did you cream yourself?”

“Soonyoung…” you warned, threatening to flick his head again by raising your fingers up to his temple.

“What? Just checking!” he retorted, holding his hands up in defense. “But hey look, you survived with only a few embarrassing moments, so I call that a win.”

“I guess, but ugh,” you groaned, burying your face into your hands. “He must think I’m so lame. You should have seen me. I made a fucking fool out of myself.”

Soonyoung rolled his eyes at your statement. “Don’t be so dramatic. It probably wasn’t even that bad. Now get off your butt and let’s have some fun. It’s not everyday we get to enjoy free drinks like this!”

“You’re right,” you sighed, letting him pull you off the lawn chair you’d been sitting in. “Just don’t drink too much, because I know how you get and I need you tonight.”

The man slung an arm around your shoulder, a wide grin on his face as the both of you made your way back into the cabin. “I’ll try, but there are free drinks so no promises.”

“Oh boy,” you sighed, not having a very good feeling about this.

And of course, your feelings had been very valid.

After only one shot of tequila and two beers, Soonyoung had transformed into an emotional drunken mess, making him pretty much useless to you.

Your best friend was known for not being able to hold his liquor, so why did you expect it to be any different tonight? So much for him being your knight in shining armor.

Between being forced to take care of a drunk Soonyoung and having to watch Seokmin flirt with your female co-workers, your night was officially ruined.

From where you were sitting on the couch, you had a perfect view of Seokmin, who was being a little too friendly with Mina in your opinion. You hated how close he was standing to her, and how he kept shooting her that million-dollar smile every time she said something funny. And you definitely hated the way Mina was eating it all up, being all giggly and playing with her hair while seemingly moving closer and closer as the evening progressed – you could have sworn that you even saw her feel up his arm at some point.

Jealousy. That’s what you felt as you watched your two co-workers interact with each other. You knew that you had no right to feel like that, because Seokmin wasn’t yours to begin with. Still, you couldn’t help but wish that it was you in Mina’s spot, wanting to be the one on the receiving end of that gorgeous smile and those flirtatious eyes that made you want to throw yourself at him every single time.

Of course he’d never go for you, because what were you thinking? Mina was gorgeous and you were average at best, at least that’s how you would describe yourself. According to Soonyoung, however, you were “too hot for your own good and anyone would be lucky to have you”. But he was your best friend, so of course he would say that. Seokmin was out of your league and that was the cold hard truth.

In an attempt to get rid of the bitter taste in your mouth, you’d resorted to alcohol since that was the only thing available. You did several shots with Hyunwoo and Seojoon, followed by a couple of beers, opting to distract yourself by talking to them while simultaneously keeping an eye on Soonyoung, who was sprawled out on the couch for most of it.

Seokmin was still talking to Mina and two other female colleagues who must have joined at some point, but you found yourself slowly starting to care less and less as the familiar buzz of the shots and beers you had consumed settled in.

“Y/N, ’m thirsty. Gimme beer,” Soonyoung slurred from beside you, his hand awkwardly landing on your chest as he tried to get your attention.

“Ow, watch it!” you exclaimed, pushing his hand off your sore chest. “And I’m not giving you any more alcohol. Water is all you’re going to get.”

That pulled a little whine from your best friend, his lips forming into a pout. “Want beer,” he sniffed, now on the verge of crying.

Your eyes rolled in response. “Just stay put, drama queen. I’ll be right back with your water. Please keep an eye on him for me,” you told Hyunwoo, who offered you a thumbs up and a goofy grin as you scooted off the couch.

It was only when you stood up that you felt the effects of the alcohol really set in. Your head felt heavy and the room was slightly spinning as you tried to steady yourself. Those shots and beers had definitely done a number on your balance.

With some effort, you managed to get to the kitchen, but just as you were about to open the door, it bust wide open, followed by two male co-workers storming out with a bunch of beers in their arms, screaming about god knows what.

Because you hadn’t expected them to show up out of nowhere, you stumbled back in surprise, the action causing you to lose your balance.

Out of instinct, you reached for the nearest thing behind you, bracing yourself for the impact that surprisingly never came – a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, preventing you from falling flat on your ass.

“Careful there. Wouldn’t want to hurt yourself on the first day, hmm?” Seokmin’s voice sounded in your left ear, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. Wait, Seokmin? Hadn’t he just been standing on the other side of the room?

“Shit, sorry! I’m so clumsy,” you groaned, realizing that you had actually grabbed onto him in your panic – his. fucking. thigh.

Were you actually dreaming right now? Though the fabric of his sweats was separating your hand from his beefy thigh, it was enough to get you riled up, especially with the alcohol that was currently flowing through your system. It was so tempting to just...squeeze. And you almost did, but then Seokmin spoke up.

“You good, Y/N?”

You blinked a few times before quickly ripping away your hand. “Huh? Yeah, fine. Thanks,” you muttered, heat creeping up your cheeks once again when you realized his arms were still around your waist.

“You sure?” he asked as he gently pushed you back onto your feet before removing his arms.

“Yep! Gotta go take care of Soonyoung now, though. Thanks!”

And then you were gone, leaving him standing there as you made a beeline for the kitchen. Any longer in his presence and you would have combusted on the spot.

One thing was for sure, you concluded as you stuck your head in the fridge to cool yourself down. The feeling of his muscular thigh in your hand was going to haunt you for the rest of your life.

Team building games. What a fucking waste of time. A super-sized memory game? A game of tug-of-war? A three-legged race? It all sounded like a fucking nightmare.

Who the hell wanted to see a bunch of adults run around like that? You’d much rather try out one of the saunas or do some more exploring around the cabin with Soonyoung.

But it seemed like you were one of the few who wasn’t totally excited about the prospect of having to participate in a bunch of games for three long hours – well, apart from Soonyoung, who looked and felt like he’d been hit by a truck. That’s what he got for abandoning you...again.

This morning had been rough, both for Soonyoung and you. Whereas Soonyoung was suffering from a severe case of hangover, you had to deal with the aftermath of your little encounter with Seokmin.

You’d barely gotten any sleep, your mind going over every single thing that had happened that day, in particular your near fall. The way his strong arms had wrapped around your waist had you wanting to kick your legs in the air. He’d been so close to you, even closer than in the kitchen, and it had felt amazing to have him all pressed up against you. Not to mention those damn thighs. Now that you’d had a taste of what they’d felt like, you only wanted more. You were seriously contemplating faking another fall, just to recreate that scene.

At least today, luck seemed to be a little more on your side. You were fortuitous enough to not be paired up with Seokmin for any of the team building activities, but that didn’t mean that you were in the clear...not at all.

The sweats he’d worn yesterday had been replaced with a pair of black nylon shorts that hugged his tan legs in all the right places – in other words, it was going to be a long afternoon.

“Y/N, stop drooling,” Soonyoung warned, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

Seokmin and his other two team members were currently having a tug-of-war match with three of your other male co-workers. If you thought watching Seokmin flex his thighs during the three-legged race was torture, then this was on a whole different level you didn’t even know existed.

“I’m trying, but look at him. I don’t know where to fucking look. The arms, the thighs or the fucking sweat dripping down his neck,” you stated before running your tongue over your bottom lip.

“Maybe don’t focus on him at all? Just a little tip?” your best friend suggested, waving his hand in front of your face.

Annoyed, you grabbed his hand, pulling it down since it was obstructing your view. “He’s like a magnet pulling me in. I can’t look away,” you said, just as Seokmin and the other two males started to cheer at having won the round.

“Fucking hell,” Soonyoung groaned as you suddenly started to squeeze the living shit out of his hand. “Are you trying to get my hand amputated or what?” he grumbled, trying to pry your fingers off.

“He’s really trying to kill me. Yah, you better start planning my funeral after today,” you whimpered, shifting uncomfortably in your seat, feeling your panties stick to your already slick folds.

The man in question was in the middle of wiping the sweat off his forehead. With a towel you ask? No. He’d lifted up his fucking shirt to wipe it away, giving you the perfect view of what he’d been hiding beneath that piece of fabric. And boy was he packing some mouthwatering abs that made you want to ride him into the next day. Your panties were absolutely soaked.

“You may have to plan mine if you keep squeezing. like. that,” Soonyoung huffed, finally managing to rip his hand free from your deadly grip.

“Would it be too obvious if I snuck away to...you know?” Honestly, another ‘bathroom incident’ didn’t sound so bad right now.

“First of all, gross. Second of all, you’re not leaving me alone with these fanatics.”

“Excuse me? Who are you to make demands like that? Where were you when I needed you yesterday?” you gawked, not believing the words that were coming out of his mouth.

“I know and I apologized for that, multiple times. What do you want me to do? Beg on my knees?”

“Well, if you insist,” you smirked.

“In your dreams,” he shook his head, your smirk disappearing right away. “Anyway, that’s not the point. Just control your damn self for a bit and look away,” Soonyoung scolded, snapping his fingers in front of your face again when your eyes had found their way back to Seokmin.

You threw your head back in frustration “Fine, fine. I’ll try.”

The memory game was luckily uneventful, mainly because it didn’t involve any running or rolling around on the grass. But despite there being no obvious physical component, it didn’t mean that your team was doing much better.

With Soonyoung on your team, winning was completely out of the question. Whereas you and Yejun were pretty good at finding pictures that matched, your best friend kept forgetting where everything was and messed up your score, causing your team to end up in last place when the time ran out. Not that you cared, but your senior was definitely not happy with the man.

Although the memory game offered a little distraction, the whole image of Seokmin’s thighs and abs during the first two games kept flashing through your mind. The whole thing had you worked the fuck up and it was getting harder and harder to ignore the burning desire building up in your abdomen.

Soonyoung had suggested for you to go on a run to clear your mind, which you’d shut down almost immediately. The prospect of more exercise after a day full of activities sounded awful.

But then you overheard your colleagues talking about changing into their swimwear, which led you to think about the scenario of running into a half-naked Seokmin. That quickly got you to reconsider Soonyoung’s suggestion, because you really needed to blow off some steam in a way that wouldn’t have you end up with your fingers in your pussy in a shared bathroom.

So, a run it was.

And apparently, you weren’t the only one thinking of doing exactly that.

“Y/N, wait up!” Not now.

You froze on the spot, your hands stilling mid-air seeing as you’d been about to plug your earbuds in.

“Seokmin?” you asked, watching as he jogged up to you, clad in a pair of shorts and another one of his sleeveless shirts that looked so good that it made you want to punch air.

“Mind if I join you?” Your heart skipped a beat at his question. He wanted to join you?

“On my run?”

“Yes,” he chuckled. “That is what you’re about to do, right?”

Slowly, you nodded your head. “Right.”

“Unless you’d rather go alone...”

You shook your head. “No! Uh- I mean, it’s fine,” you answered quickly, mentally cursing yourself for sounding so eager.

“Great. Let’s go then!” he smiled, jogging ahead before looking back when you still hadn’t moved. “You coming or what?”

“Coming!” you called, groaning internally at the thought of spending the next hour or so with the man you’d been thirsting after for so long.

So much for trying to free your thoughts from Lee Seokmin.

The two of you ran for quite some time, only speaking to each other when necessary – like when you needed to change directions. And it was actually sort of…pleasant?

With Seokmin running right behind you, the whole thing became a lot easier since you weren’t tempted to look at his face. Instead, you allowed yourself to admire the beautiful green scenery around you. The trees seemed to blur as you zoomed past them, twigs and leaves crunching beneath your feet with every step and sweet bird sounds echoing through the dense forest.

Of course, this perfect peaceful moment could only last for so long. The two of you were forced to take a water break when your legs got sore and your throat started to feel dry.

Seokmin was currently retying his shoelaces as you leaned against a big tree, trying to look at anything but him...his arms...his thighs. Spiraling into one of your delusions was not a good idea right now.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” His sudden statement startled you, your body immediately tensing up.

“No, I haven’t,” you countered, automatically shifting your gaze to the leaf-covered forest ground.

“You’re really not as discreet as you think you are, you know?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrugged, your eyes never straying from the floor beneath you as you tried to maintain your composure.

Seokmin chuckled in response, his voice echoing through the empty forest.

“Do I make you nervous, Y/N?” Yes.

“No,” you answered at the same time that you felt him move in closer.

“Then why is it that you can never seem to look me in the eyes...even now?”

Embarrassment flooded through your body. “That’s not- I don’t only do that with you.” You shook your head.

“You’re a bad liar, you know that? Just admit that I make you nervous,” he murmured, his sneaker-covered feet now coming into view, indicating that he was close...too close.

“You don’t.”

“No? Then why are you shaking?” he questioned, finally caging you in between the large tree and himself. The close proximity had you suck in a breath. The scent of his perfume mixed with the slight smell of sweat sent your mind into a frenzy.

“B-Because it’s cold,” you sputtered, immediately regretting the words as soon as they’d left your mouth. Even you knew how stupid that sounded, especially when you’d just run for almost 2km.

“Look at me, Y/N.” His demanding tone sent another wave of chills through your body.

“Seokmin, please,” you begged, not knowing how much more you could handle before he’d make you crumble. Again, where was Soonyoung when you needed him?

“Please what? All I’m asking is for you to look at me.”

“It’s too much,” you whimpered softly.

Your words were followed by a breathy laugh from the man in front of you. “Because I make you nervous?”

Finally giving in, you raised your head to meet his eyes, his pupils much darker than you remembered. “Yes. Happy now?”

“Wasn’t that hard, right?” he questioned.

“You seem to think you know everything already,” you huffed, trying to seem strong even though you were freaking out on the inside. He hadn’t moved from his position, so you were still trapped in between his arms.

“Because you make it too easy for me. You really think I haven’t noticed you ogling me all this time?” he smirked before continuing. “This trip was the perfect opportunity to confirm my theory.”

“Your what?” you gasped, feeling your soul leave your body. Was he trying to tell you that he’d been trying to test you? “So, yesterday...and today?”

Seokmin watched with an amused smile as you processed his words. “Like I said, you aren’t as discreet as you’d like to believe. You and me ending up together for kitchen duty was not a coincidence. I needed to see you respond to me with my own eyes.”

Kitchen duty...letting you take off his hoodie, those little comments and touches, and then on the field today...had all of it been on purpose? No way. He sure had you fooled with his acting.

Feeling flustered by his sudden ambush, you quickly shook your head. “It’s not what you think. I jus-”

You were cut off by his hand on your cheek, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip and his body pressing you even further into the tree.

“So, what you’re trying to tell me,” he started before his voice dropped an octave at his next words, “is that you don’t make yourself cum to the thought of me?” You pussy clenched in response. “And don’t lie to me, Y/N. I bet your pretty pussy is dripping right now.” His large hands dropped to your waist as he nudged your legs apart with his feet. “Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll stop.”

You were speechless, incapable of forming a single syllable. He was right and you knew that he knew that he was right, but the thought of admitting it out loud made you anxious.

“Nothing?” At the same time, Seokmin raised his right leg between your legs.

“Shit!” you moaned, throwing your head back against the large oak tree at the feeling of his thigh pressing right into your folds, with only the fabric of your black biker shorts and panties separating you from him. The squelching sounds that followed his action told Seokmin exactly what he needed to know.

“Tsk, look at that mess,” he taunted after he’d removed his leg, forcing you to look down at the wet spot that had formed on his dark blue shorts.

“Seokmin,” you whined, your cheeks now hotter than they’d ever felt before.

“How about we do something about that, hmm?” he suggested, putting his fingers underneath your chin to tilt your head. His eyes had darkened significantly – he looked at you as if he was about two seconds away from devouring you whole.

“Please,” you breathed, your voice dripping with desperation for the man despite the embarrassment you felt. The universe had decided that you deserved a chance with Lee Seokmin and you were not about to pass up the opportunity.

His lips were on yours as soon as you’d finished speaking, the taste of him sweet with a hint of saltiness from the sweat that had dripped down his face during the run. You were quick to match his pace, wrapping your arms around his neck to accept his eager tongue inside your mouth.

He was relentless as he devoured you, with his thigh back between your legs and his fingers wiggling underneath your tight sports top. Every single one of his touches sent little bolts of electricity through your body, lighting up a path of fire with the way his fingers danced skillfully across the bare skin of your waist.

You clutched onto his upper arms in an attempt to ground yourself when his fingers suddenly dug deep into your waist. The slight pain that resulted from his roughness pulled a small groan from you that was swallowed by the tongue-filled kiss you were engrossed in. That stinging sensation instantly faded into the background when he started to grind you down onto his flexed thigh, replacing it with a burning desire for more as your clit throbbed from the delicious friction.

“Such a juicy pussy, fucking hell,” Seokmin grunted, giving you some time to recover from his assault on your lips, switching his attention momentarily to help you speed up the movement of your hips. “You like getting off on my thigh that much?”

“Yes yes yes!” you mewled. “So much – don’t stop!” Your mind was an absolute mess as your pussy gushed with slick at every roll of your hips, each drag adding more arousal to Seokmin’s already soaked shorts.

Should anyone have run the same trail, they would have no doubt spotted the two of you doing less than holy things. But you could have cared less. It was just as hot as you’d imagined it and you’d be damned if you let a thought like that stop you.

“Who would have thought you were such a fucking pathetic little slut for my thighs? Look at you,” he sneered, pulling at the back of your head to make you look at him.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” you moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the feral look in his eyes. You’d imagined him wrecking and calling you the most filthiest names, but to actually hear him say that was like a dream come true. “G-Gon- cum,” you whimpered, digging your nails into the flesh of his sun-kissed arms to brace yourself.

A string of guttural moans left your lips as you finally exploded, bliss taking over your body like an uncontrollable wave that left you with no other choice but to succumb to it. Seokmin was there to catch you, holding you up between himself and the oak tree as he helped you come down from your high, mumbling a bunch of filth into your ear that caused your legs to tremble in excitement.

For a second after that, as your high started to die down, you were overcome with a sense of fear. You were afraid that when you opened your eyes, Seokmin would come back to reality and end this thing right then and there, afraid that you would never get a chance like this again.

But the hand that slowly wiggled into your shorts and panties completely obliterated those pessimistic thoughts, pulling you right back into that feeling of ecstasy as his fingers grazed your sensitive nub – the sound you let out at the action echoed through the trees around you.

“God, you feel even better like this, dripping all over my hand like a filthy whore,” Seokmin growled, teasingly dipping two of his fingers into your heat. You bucked your hips in response, your walls greedily clenching but finding nothing to satiate the ache in your pussy.

“Please...need it,” you whined, desperate for another release.

“What do you need, hmm?” he mused before his lips lightly trailed a path of open mouth kisses down your sweaty neck.

“Your fingers!” you gasped, your nails digging back into his arms as his fingertips circled around your entrance.

“Look at me,” he demanded again, his tone huskier and much more sensual this time. You complied, immediately getting trapped into those dark brown eyes that momentarily made you forget about where you were.

The corners of his lips curled into a smirk when he finally penetrated you with his long digits, allowing him to watch you fall apart from just that simple act. Your mind turned to complete mush when he started to pummel into your sopping cave with a vigor that you didn’t know existed. The obscene sounds it produced would have flustered you if it wasn’t for the fact that you were currently being fingered into the next day by your smoking hot co-worker.

And it wasn’t long before your lips found each other again, your tongues entangled in a passionate dance as Seokmin’s free hand roughly groped your breast over the sports bra you wore underneath your shirt. One of your hands had tangled into his hair while your other was gripping onto the arm that was worshiping your needy cunt – the feeling of those popping veins on his forearm caused you to clench around him just a little harder with your second orgasm approaching fast.

What the-

Your eyes fluttered open at the feeling of what felt like a water drop landing onto your forehead. Seokmin hadn’t seemed to notice as he continued battering his fingers against your gummy walls. Choosing to ignore the little distraction, you closed your eyes again to focus on the man making you feel good.

And it worked for a while, until you felt another droplet, and another. And suddenly it was pouring down. Not even the trees were able to protect the two of you from the cold and aggressive downpour that was already starting to penetrate your clothes.

“Fuck,” Seokmin hissed when he’d abruptly pulled away from your lips, a deep frown now adorning his face. “We need to go. Now.” He looked up at the sky. “This looks like it could become dangerous really fast.”

“B-But...,” you pouted, already feeling your climax ebb further and further away. You’d been so fucking close. Of course something had to ruin your perfect moment. It had all just seemed a little too good to be true.

“I’m not willing to risk our lives, Y/N. Come on.” Despite your protests, Seokmin retreated his fingers from your shorts and wiped them hastily on his shirt before reaching for your hand with the one that hadn’t just been knuckle-deep inside you.

He’d been right though. The sky was now dangerously dark and the faint rumbling sound told you that a storm was definitely not out of the question.

Before you knew it, the two of you were running back to the cabin as fast as you could, all while Seokmin’s hand never left yours. You were glad for that, because the truth was, the whole change in weather terrified you, especially with the thunder and lightning that seemed to get closer and closer by the sound of it.

The cabin was completely dark by the time you arrived, a stark contrast from the bright and sunny place you’d left behind. The two of you were completely drenched as you entered the large hall, bringing a trail of water with you that stained the mahogany floor.

“That was…” you panted, bending forward to lean your hands onto your knees while you tried to slow down your heart rate.

“Intense,” Seokmin finished your sentence.

“Yeah.” You let out a breathy laugh, which was followed by Seokmin’s own laugh. “Do you think the power went out?” you asked after a few seconds, straightening out your body again when you’d slightly calmed down.

“Seems like it,” Seokmin responded. It was so dark that you could barely see his face, even though he was standing right beside you.

And it was quiet, very quiet aside from the thunder roaring outside and the crackling and sputtering sounds coming from what you assumed was the fireplace in the living room. Where was everyone else?

“I guess I’ll try and see if the others are around,” you broke the silence, feeling a sudden need to escape from Seokmin as anxiety crept back into your body – your little escapade in the woods had really come to an end now.

But just as you were about to make your escape, the lights switched back on, followed by the sound of mixed voices quickly coming your way.

“Oh my god, what happened to you guys?!” Hyunwoo exclaimed as he rounded the corner together with Mina, Yejun, Seojoon and your best friend, whose face lit up at the sight of you. You also couldn’t help but catch the confused look on his face as he noticed Seokmin standing beside you.

“Went for a run but got caught up in the rain as you can see,” Seokmin answered for you both.

Only then you managed to get a proper look at him. He was a complete mess, with his hair clinging onto his face and his outfit completely ruined by the rain. You were no doubt in a similar state, if not worse.

“Are you okay? I was worried sick when I couldn’t reach you,” Soonyoung frowned after he’d jogged up to you and examined you for any injuries.

You nodded reassuringly. “I’m sorry. I put my phone on silent and forgot to check, but I’m fine. What happened here though?”

“The power went out because of the storm. Minji needed some help in the basement, so most of us went down to help her get it back on,” Seojoon explained before Soonyoung could open his mouth.

“And some of the others are still napping,” Mina added.

“They can sleep with all this noise?” Seokmin asked.

“Some people can sleep through anything, I guess,” Mina shrugged at the same time you noticed her eyes trail over Seokmin’s wet form, in particular the part where his shirt was now clinging onto his nicely defined abs. You felt a tingle of jealousy at the way she was ogling him, but you reminded yourself that you’d been the one riding his thigh and you’d been the one he’d fingered against a tree not too long ago. No one, not even her, could take that away from you.

“Come on, let’s get you out of these clothes. You might get hypothermia if you stay like this. Let’s go,” Soonyoung interrupted your thoughts.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you nodded, shooting Seokmin a brief glance. Your mood slightly soured as you noticed him talking to Mina, but Soonyoung didn’t give you much time to dwell on it because he was already dragging you away.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, missy.”

That night, you just couldn’t get yourself to fall asleep. Every time you closed your eyes, your mind kept going back to the moment you’d shared with Seokmin. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to forget about the way his soft lips had moved against yours, the feeling of his smooth muscular arms underneath your hands and most importantly, the way his thigh had managed to give you one of the best orgasms of your life.

The things you’d give to do that again. It was pathetic really...how one man could have such a hold on you. But you couldn’t help yourself. You’d now had a proper taste of the drug that was Lee Seokmin and you only craved more and more with each second that passed.

Soonyoung had made it his mission to grill you about your little adventure with Seokmin as soon as your other co-workers were out of earshot. You, being the good friend you were, told him about everything that had happened in the woods, from the moment Seokmin had asked to join your run until the point where he’d made you cum on his thigh, followed by the awful downpour that explained how the two of you had ended up completely drenched in the entrance hall.

Your best friend had been in total shock at your admission – rightfully so – because how the fuck had he missed all the signals? At not a single point in time had the man given him any sort of indication that he was interested in you.

You couldn’t blame Soonyoung, because you were in the exact same boat, which is why you were currently in the kitchen, making your mind work overtime with the way you were overthinking every little thing that had happened so far.

“What are you thinking about?” a deep voice startled you out of your thoughts.

“Seokmin?” You squinted a little since the lights in the kitchen were still off. “Did you follow me here?”

He chuckled in response. “You really think I’d stay up all night just to see if you’d go into the kitchen for some water?”

“I guess not,” you mumbled, feeling stupid for even asking. But then again, you felt like anything was possible with this man.

“Do you mind?” he asked, pointing to the water bottle you were holding. Instead of waiting for your response, he immediately reached forward and twisted the cap off before taking a few sips from your water.

“You could have just grabbed one from the fridge, you know?” you pouted, but couldn’t help but admire the way his Adam’s apple moved every time he swallowed.

He grinned, leaning in closer as he placed the bottle on the counter beside you, his citrusy honeylike smell attacking your nostrils once again. “But sharing is more fun, isn’t it?” God, he was trying to kill you.

“I..uh, am gonna head back to bed,” you stammered, already feeling your nerves get the better of you again.

“Wait.” Seokmin was quick to cage you in between him and the wall located behind you, a sly smirk making its way onto his face. “Answer one question for me first.”

“About what?” you asked carefully, not liking the look on his face.

“The never have I ever game.”

—

“Okay okay! Never have I ever...hooked up with a co-worker,” Seojoon asked when it was his turn.

Your eyes nervously darted through the room as you waited for others to make the first move. Soonyoung, who you knew had had hookups with co-workers before, was quick to take a sip from his beer – being embarrassed was not in his vocabulary. So did Yejun, Hyunwoo and two of your other colleagues before your eyes fell on Seokmin, who slowly raised the cup to his mouth. You could feel your cheeks heat up in response as your mind flashed back to your heated moment in the forest.

“Yah, Lee Seokmin! Tell us right now who and where,” Seojoon demanded, making everyone focus their attention on the man in question.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” Seokmin grinned, after which you quickly averted your gaze before the two of you had the chance to meet eyes.

“Wah, who would have thought? Could it be someone in this room?” Hyunwoo teased, followed by several of the others joining him with their own theories.

While everyone was distracted with Seokmin, you hurriedly took a sip from your own drink, hoping that no one would notice. And you thought you got away with it, but then Sana, who was known for being nosy and very observing, started to screech your name, which turned everyone’s attention to you instead.

“Y/N?! You too?!”

“Who? And where?” Mina added.

“No comment,” you grumbled, feeling like you were seconds away from making a run for it as you felt everyone’s eyes bore into you.

Fortunately, Soonyoung was nice enough to notice your discomfort and interrupted the questioning by telling Hyunwoo to hurry and ask the next question. Not that his question was much better. If anything, it was even worse than the first one.

“Never have I ever...masturbated during work hours,” he smirked.

Feeling your body tense up at the question, you again waited for someone else to make the first move. However, this time, a lot less people drank from their cups. Two to be exact – Yejun and Sana. You debated whether you should drink too, but the alcohol that was already running through your system eventually convinced you to do it, surprising most of your co-workers.

“Y/N?!” Sana screeched again.

You nearly whined in annoyance at her reaction. “What? I wasn’t the only one who drank,” you huffed, mentally cursing yourself for being so honest.

“We need a story time, because this is making me curious,” Seojoon chuckled, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

There was no way you were going to share that humiliating story, especially not when the reason for its existence was sitting right across from you.

“Isn’t the point of the game just drinking when you’ve done something?” you sighed, just wanting to move on to the next question already.

Hyunwoo shrugged. “It is, but we’re curious. Never would have expected that from you.”

Your eyebrows raised at his words. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Yeah, you seem so...innocent,” Yejun chuckled.

“Oh, trust me, s-ah!” Soonyoung yelped as you jabbed your elbow into his side.

Your best friend was then met with your death glare, so he knew to shut up right then and there. This was definitely a moment where you needed Soonyoung to rescue you, not put you in a situation that would end up with you making a fool out of yourself in front of all your co-workers.

So, very subtly, you reached for your nose before lightly tapping it in the hope that he would notice. And oh, he sure did.

Your best friend peeked into your cup and snatched it out of your hand. “Would you look at that, Y/N. We can’t have empty cups around here. Let’s get you a refill!”

It was definitely not empty, but you couldn’t care less. You and Soonyoung were already out of your seats and rushing towards the kitchen before anyone had a chance to protest.

“Thanks,” you exhaled, glad to be out of that stressful situation.

“You know I got you. But...it was kinda funny to see you struggling a little.”

“Soonyoung,” you warned, not in the mood for his antics.

He made a gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing away the imaginary key. “I’ll shut up now.”

“Very wise.”

—

“The Hyunwoo question,” Seokmin continued, never losing that smirk. “Tell me, was it me you were thinking of?”

“Would you believe me if I said it wasn’t?”

“I would, but the fact that you’re clenching your thighs right now tells me that you’re probably lying,” he mumbled, placing one of his large hands onto the small of your back to move you just a tad bit closer to him.

You didn’t have a comeback for that, mainly because he was right. This man could read you like a book and you hated it. Were you really that easy to read or was he just good at it? Either way, it was getting more and more difficult to focus on that thought since Seokmin seemed to move in closer with every breath you released, his minty breath hitting your face and his alluring dark brown eyes fixated on your own.

It was intense, with the way he was staring right into your soul. And the urge to just throw yourself at him was strong, particularly when he lightly brushed his velvety lips over yours for just a brief moment.

“You’re cute, you know that?” He chuckled at the way you were desperately chasing after him when he’d moved back slightly.

“You can’t just tease me like that,” you huffed, fisting your hands into the fabric of his shirt to prevent him from moving any further away.

“But I like the way you respond to me.” One of his hands shimmied underneath your shirt and began to gently trace patterns onto your back, causing your heart to start beating faster. “You’re so...” you shivered at the feeling of his lips grazing along the side of your jaw before stopping right at your lips “reactive to my touch.”

Then before you knew it, your back was making contact with the cold hard wall as Seokmin’s cushiony lips collided with yours, moving with a gentle urgency that sent tingles all across your skin. Your mind reeled at the feeling of his wet tongue sliding past your lips, which caused a warmth to bloom in your chest that you hadn’t felt before with anyone else. Compared to your kiss in the woods, this one was much more intense and softer, and it made you absolutely melt into his touch.

You felt yourself get lost in the moment as his fingers danced up your spine, leaving a long trail of goosebumps in their wake before finally making contact with the underside of your breast. Your back arched off the wall, an airy moan escaping from your lips at the feeling of his cold fingertips on the sensitive skin of your soft mound. His touches were addictive, sending spike after spike of electricity through your veins, melting you into a pathetic puddle of need for the man you were so desperately clinging onto.

A sudden opening of the kitchen door had the both of you freeze on the spot, lips still very much attached. The position you were in kept you hidden for the time being – as long the interrupter didn’t turn on the lights or peaked behind the door.

Seokmin slowly pulled away, only to put his index finger against his lips to signal for you to be quiet. That proved to be difficult with your heart nearly beating out of your chest and your labored breathing that was the result of the kiss you’d shared. Still, you tried your best to hold your breath as the person rummaged through what sounded like the fridge.

The whole situation lasted only a few minutes, but it felt like eternity as you anxiously waited for the person to finish whatever they came here for. Meanwhile, Seokmin’s form was completely pressed against yours due to the way the door had opened. Any other situation and you would have been ecstatic at this proximity, but the fear of getting caught had completely ruined the mood for you.

It was only when the door finally closed that you felt comfortable enough to move from your position against the wall.

Seokmin ran a hand through his hair as he gave you some space to breathe. “Shit, that was close.”

“You could say that,” you gasped, sucking in a big gulp of air. “I think I almost peed myself.”

“That’s the risk of sneaking around in a house full of co-workers.”

“Yeah, well. I’d like to keep my sanity.” That earned a snicker from the man in front of you.

“I’ll give you a break for now. That was enough excitement for one evening, don’t you think?”

You nodded in response, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the prospect of doing this again.

His fingers gently caressed your cheek. “Sleep well, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“N-Night,” you whispered, the feeling of his touch still lingering even after he’d made his exit.

One of these days this man was going to be the death of you.

“Do I look okay?” you asked Soonyoung, gesturing to the black matching set of leggings and sports bra you’d decided to wear for the yoga and meditation session.

Your best friend, who was dressed in a pair of black shorts and a white oversized t-shirt, raised his eyebrows questioningly as he looked you over. “Why wouldn’t you?”

“Well, I don’t know? Maybe because I’m going to be in a bunch of weird poses?”

“Are you sure it’s not because you’re afraid Seokmin won’t be able to control himself?”

“Definitely not.”

“I still can’t believe you two had another kinky moment and almost got caught,” Soonyoung giggled. “You really have no idea who interrupted you?”

You shook your head. “No and it’s probably better that I don’t.”

“Everyone! Yoga session is about to start, so you better get down here!” Seojoon’s loud voice boomed through the large cabin.

Soonyoung reluctantly got up from the comfortable chair he’d been sitting in. “Come on. You know how big he is on participation and punctuality. Not in the mood to get my ass kicked today.”

“You’re right. He’s scary when he’s angry,” you shuddered, remembering that time he’d yelled at one of the new interns for skipping out on a company dinner without giving a valid reason.

Once you’d entered the yoga room, your focus immediately drifted from Soonyoung to Seokmin, who’d once again chosen violence – he’d gone for another white sleeveless shirt, paired with some dark green shorts that accentuated his robust legs in the best way possible.

He shot you a sneaky wink when your eyes met his, holding your gaze for a few seconds before he turned around when Hyunwoo demanded his attention. The simple action had left you feeling more flustered than you’d expected, with heat spreading across your face and down your neck.

Was he actually trying to give you a heart attack? What if someone had caught that?

Fortunately, as far as you were aware, no one had seemed to notice. Soonyoung was still happily chatting away, sharing some ridiculous story about his cousin who’d attempted to boil pasta without water. You, however, were only half listening, too engrossed in your own thoughts, but he luckily didn’t seem to care much.

It wasn’t long before the instructor arrived and the class started, forcing you to focus on the task at hand. Now, it wasn’t your first time doing yoga, but it was definitely your first time doing yoga with Lee Seokmin in the room, and from where you were standing, you had a perfect view of the man’s gorgeous side profile.

The routine was fairly simple and nothing too challenging for a beginner. Most of the yoga poses you were able to do without needing much concentration, which was probably a good thing. Because almost all of them put emphasis on the thighs and to say that you were a little distracted was putting it lightly.

During the variations of the warrior pose and the chair pose, your eyes were glued to Seokmin’s thighs. No matter how loud that inner voice was screaming for you to look away, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. The position you were in allowed you to observe every little detail, from the way his thighs thickened every time he bent his knees to the way his muscles contracted each time he corrected his balance. Heat was pooling in your lower stomach by the time the instructor started with the floor exercises.

You thought that that would be slightly better, seeing as it wouldn’t involve as much thigh, but boy were you wrong. The bridge pose you were all currently in provided you with enough mental images that left you with a wanton desire and another ruined pair of panties.

Against your better judgment, you’d made the mistake of looking at Seokmin, who was in the process of alternating between raising and lowering his hips every few seconds or so. His movements were smooth and controlled, which made you wonder what it would feel like if he were to fuck you like that in that exact position.

“Remind you of something?” Soonyoung snickered from beside you, startling you out of your daydream.

“Huh?”

“Are you even listening?” he hissed after seeing your confused expression.

You rolled your eyes. “I am now.”

“Anyway...I was talking about the instructor.”

Only then you realized that all this time, your yoga instructor had been talking you through the pose with her encouraging but still calm voice.

“Relax your body and breath in…and out...in...and out.” It sounded an awful lot like the damn pregnancy video Soonyoung had shown you.

“I think you need to follow her advice, because you’re wilding again. Can’t have you soaking the whole floor,” your best friend teased.

“Oh my god, please shut up,” you chuckled – you would have slapped him if it weren’t for the fact that you were in an awkward position.

By the end of the class, you were in desperate need of a break. Not just from yoga, but from Seokmin’s thighs in particular.

“I’ll be right back. Just gonna get some water,” you told Soonyoung as you picked up your phone and your water bottle from the floor.

“Just hurry back. Oh! And get me a snack,” he called after you.

Ignoring both of his requests, you made your way into the kitchen and towards the sink, where you filled your empty bottle with some ice cold water.

“Y/N.” You swiftly turned around at the sound of Seokmin’s voice echoing through the empty kitchen, not having anticipated his presence.

“Come with me,” he motioned and grabbed onto your hand before pulling you towards the backdoor, not even waiting for your reply.

“Yah! Where are we going? Seokmin?” you squealed, having no choice but to keep up with his fast pace – it was either that or be dragged around.

“Seokmin,” you repeated when he still hadn’t answered you. Your mind was reeling at this point, bordering between excitement and nervousness as Seokmin led you into the forest behind the cabin, a totally different route from the one you’d taken on your run.

“W-Wait, the meditation is going to start soon and-”

Your words made him stop in his tracks and you would have bumped into him if you hadn’t made a last-minute change in your steps.

He turned around, his dark eyes boring into you. “Then tell me, would you rather do that or go with me?”

The answer to that was easy. Of course you’d rather go with him. But skipping the meditation session or arriving late would make your co-workers suspicious, and if only the two of you were missing, it would only be a matter of time before they would connect the dots.

Did he not care about that at all?

Your mouth opened and closed a few times, no words coming out as you tried to reason with yourself. Seokmin, who seemed to notice the inner conflict you were having, softened his gaze and gave your hand a light squeeze.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” you stated with absolutely no hesitation.

“And you like me, right?”

“Yes.” If someone would have told you a year ago that you’d be admitting that to Seokmin, you would have straight-up laughed in their face. But here you were, telling him as if he wasn’t making you feel all weak in the knees.

“Then that’s settled,” he responded, shooting you that infamous bright smile of his.

Fuck that meditation session. Because who were you to say no to that smile? Besides, you wanted this – no, you needed this moment with him and you weren’t going to let your fear get the better of you. It didn’t stop you before, so why would you let it stop you now?

Something in your facial expressions must have given away exactly what you were thinking, because Seokmin was already moving again, leading you to god knows where. But this time, you didn’t protest. Instead, you eagerly followed in his footsteps, your worries completely forgotten, leaving only a feeling of exhilaration as you wondered what he had planned for the both of you.

After what felt like ages, he finally stopped at a small but beautiful open space that was surrounded by trees and other greenery.

“This should be good enough for what I have in mind,” Seokmin said, turning his body to face yours, your hand still firmly grasped in his.

“And what might that be?” you mused calmly, even though your body felt tight with anticipation.

“Wouldn’t you like to find out?” he teased as his lips curved into a smile that managed to seem both angelic and devilish at the same time.

Without even realizing it, Seokmin had moved in closer, his breath now lightly hitting your face as your faces were only inches apart – a scene that you were all too familiar with.

He looked at you expectantly, his eyes radiant and slightly mischievous, almost as if he was asking you to make the first move. Feeling more confident this time, you were happy to comply, closing the little bit of distance between the two of you to slide your lips against Seokmin’s inviting pillowy lips.

It started out slow, with Seokmin’s fingertips dancing lightly along your sides, but the kiss quickly deepened, turning into something more as both of your hands started to wander over each other’s bodies with an acute need.

You didn’t exactly know how you got there, but you suddenly found yourself perched in Seokmin’s lap on top of a large rock that had been conveniently placed in the clearing. Your lips were frantically moving against another as you tried to relieve yourself of some of the tension that had built up inside you. But it wasn’t enough – nowhere near enough, especially not when you could feel the outline of his dick pressing against your crotch. With a little encouragement from Seokmin’s hands on your ass, your hips automatically started to grind into his, creating a maddening friction that only made you desperate for more.

Your hands were moving on their own accord, hungrily tugging at the bottom of his shirt, which he was quick to discard. The sight you were greeted with pulled an unexpected groan out of you, because how was he so damn perfect?

As expected, his skin was smooth and toned, just like the rest of him. His well-defined abs were covered with a thin layer of sweat from the previous activity, which, combined with the little happy trail that disappeared into his shorts, only made you want all of him that much more.

“Enjoying yourself, hmm?” Seokmin interrupted .

You could only hum in agreement, not quite trusting your voice right now.

“It’s only fair I get something in return, don’t you think?” His large hands teasingly moved up your form, your body shuddering with excitement at the thought of being able to feel his fingers all over you.

You sucked in a sharp breath when he abruptly tugged down the zipper that was holding your sports bra together at the front, the piece of fabric now dangling helplessly off your shoulders.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed at the sight of your exposed breasts, your nipples rock hard from the slightly cool breeze that passed you momentarily. Seokmin was on you like white on rice, wasting absolutely no time as he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples.

“F-Fuck!” you couldn’t help but curse at the feeling of his hot and wet tongue sucking messily on your hardened bud. Your hips were desperately grinding against his once more, your hands having moved to grip onto his hard thighs as you leaned back to let him work your body.

It felt good – so good. But you wanted more. It was at the point where you needed him to see the effect he had on you, particularly the sticky mess in between your legs that was getting more and more uncontrollable with every second that passed.

If only your clothes weren’t in the way.

Seokmin seemed to think the exact same thing, because it wasn’t long after that that he released your spit-covered tit with a pop, followed by a demanding “strip naked” that made your pussy clench involuntarily.

He didn’t have to tell you twice. Within seconds, you’d quickly kicked off your shoes, tugged down your leggings and wrecked panties before adding your loosened sports bra to the pile on the forest floor.

Then he was pulling you back onto the rock, his fingers digging into your sides before he roughly planted you onto his thigh, his shorts having ridden up from the way you’d been grinding in his lap just a minute ago.

Your guttural moan resonated through the forest as soon as your slick cunt made contact with his bare thigh, your hands grasping onto his shoulders for dear life as you tried to hold it together. This was it. Paradise. You were sure of it. Many times you’d dreamed of this moment, but nothing could have prepared you for the real thing.

“What are you waiting for? Isn’t this what you wanted?” Seokmin then proceeded to flex the muscle you were sitting on, pulling a loud whimper from you that had you throw your head back.

“Yes! ‘s what I wanted,” you moaned, your breathing already heavy and irregular from that simple stimulation.

“Then ride it. Show me how you make yourself cum,” he said, wrapping one of his strong arms around your middle while his free hand hungrily kneaded the flesh of your trembling thigh, urging you to move.

So, you did exactly that. You slowly rolled your hips once to test the waters. It was a good thing that Seokmin was holding you up, because the pressure of your clit dragging across his muscular thigh and the feeling of your slick spreading all over the place was enough to make you crumble.

Pretty soon, you were humping his thigh as if it was your last day, pleasure spreading through your entire being as you tried to make yourself cum.

Seokmin’s hands were all over you, leaving nothing but destruction in their wake as they roughly squeezed your ass, your thighs and your breasts that jiggled with every movement of your hips. Your mind was an absolute mess as slick kept gushing out of your pulsing cunt, making it harder for you to keep your eyes open.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he grunted, fingers firmly grabbing onto your chin as he pulled your face back down.

You could only whine in response, which Seokmin saw as an opportunity to push his thumb past your lips. He released a deep groan at the sight of your lips wrapped around his digit.

“Look at you, shit. Dripping on my thigh like a needy little slut.”

“Fuck – Fuck!” you whimpered, releasing his thumb almost as soon as he’d started flexing his thigh again, your orgasm unexpectedly tearing through your body with only a few more rolls of your hips. All of your muscles tensed up, your back arching and legs shaking violently as you released on Seokmin’s thigh.

“You okay?” he asked after giving you a few seconds to recover.

“I’m great.” You released a breathless chuckle, peeking up at him through heavy eyelids, feeling slightly out of breath from the intense pleasure you’d just experienced.

“Good, because it’s my turn now,” he smirked, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips before moving you off his drenched thigh.

Was he finally going to fuck you?

Curiously, you watched as he scooted off the rock and turned around, which allowed you to check out his half naked form for just a brief moment. But it was enough to have you riled up again, with his shorts barely covering anything at this point and the outline of his hard dick very prominent through his tight shorts – you licked your lips in anticipation.

“Come here,” he motioned, his hands wrapping around your ankles. He was careful as he helped you scoot closer to the edge, not wanting to bust your skin open on the rough surface you were laying on.

“What are you- oh my god!” you squealed after he’d thrown your legs over his shoulders, not having expected him to dive right into your pussy. Your eyes automatically closed. “S-Seok – min!” you whined, one of your hands tangling into his purple locks to steady yourself.

Not being able to help it, your hips jerked at the feeling of his hot mouth on your cunt. You were still extremely sensitive from your previous orgasm, but the slight pain of the overstimulation mixed with the pleasure from his tongue was surprisingly arousing, and it wasn’t long before your hips were moving in rhythm with Seokmin’s mouth.

With some effort, you forced your eyes open, a shudder ripping through your body from head to toe as you took in the view in front of you. Seokmin’s dark orbs were already looking at you, his tongue skillfully sliding through your folds and over your throbbing clit, all while applying exactly the right amount of pressure to your most sensitive spots.

“Right t-there...gonna make me cu-um,” you moaned when he pushed two of his fingers into your slick-covered hole, curling them up deliciously against your insides. All the while, his tongue had never stopped lapping at your swollen clit.

“Cum for me.” Seokmin’s voice had been slightly muffled due to the fact that he was still buried in your pussy, but you’d heard him loud and clear. That, plus the vibrations that his voice sent to your clit and the way he was staring at you while he was giving you the best head of your life, was enough to send you completely over the edge.

“Oh fuck!” you gasped, your hand tightening in his hair and your hips buckling erratically as the orgasm that had been building inside you reached its peak. It was unlike anything you’d felt before. You were cumming, but it was more than that...more intense. And there was so much arousal everywhere.

When Seokmin pulled back, you understood what had happened. His face was glistening, a few drops of your arousal dripping down his chin onto his chiseled abdomen.

Your cheeks burned with heat. “Did I just…?”

“Squirt? Fuck yes,” he panted, using the back of his hand to wipe away whatever slick was on and around his lips before stepping in between your legs. “And it was fucking hot,” he continued, putting his hand behind your head to pull you in for a messy kiss – the taste of yourself on his lips caused you to groan into Seokmin’s mouth.

“Please. Need you inside,” you gasped, your nails clawing at his back when he’d moved his lips from your mouth to your neck, occasionally using his teeth to nip at your sensitive skin.

“Yeah? Think you can handle that?” he murmured, his fingers digging into your soft thighs.

“Yes! Seokmin, please...need you to fuck me hard,” you whimpered, not caring how desperate you sounded for him.

“Fuck, okay,” he breathed, quickly removing himself from your hold before taking a step back.

Biting on your lower lip, you watched as he pulled his shorts and underwear off, revealing his hard dick that was already leaking large beads of precum. He was close enough for you to reach, so without thinking, you grasped onto his firm length. It felt hot and heavy against your palm, his precum now slowly trickling down towards the base.

You started to stroke him lightly, wanting to make him feel just as good as he’d made you feel...twice already. But Seokmin had other plans.

“Don’t.” He choked back a moan, his hand on your wrist after the second stroke, gently urging you to let go. “I’ll cum before I even get the chance to fuck you,” he continued after seeing your puzzled expression.

“Oh,” you whispered, biting your lip at the thought of making him come undone with just a few strokes of your hand.

A few seconds later, he’d forced you down onto your back once again, this time sliding his hands up your thighs until he was able to spread you out, your pussy still dripping from your prior activities.

“Still so wet after cumming twice already,” the man between your legs sighed, his gaze directed at the lower half of your body. “So greedy.” That was followed by a slap to your pussy. You yelped in surprise, even though the slight ache resulting from his roughness had you curling your toes in excitement.

“Seokmin, please. I can’t wait.” You were begging now, wrapping your legs around his waist to express how desperate you really were. “P-Please, I-”

Your breath hitched involuntarily at the feeling of his dick rubbing through your folds before finding your entrance. You forced your body muscles to relax at the intrusion that followed, but seeing as you were more than lubed up, Seokmin had no problem sliding every inch inside.

“Fuck...such a tight pussy,” he grunted when he’d completely bottomed out, the unfamiliar stretch of dick leaving you with a pleasant burn. Seokmin continued to take a deep breath as he tried to contain himself, keeping still for a few seconds to give you some time to get used to him.

But you didn’t need any of that. You just needed him to fuck you...hard...and fast, until you couldn’t walk anymore. You were convinced that you’d be able to take whatever he was going to give to you.

That’s why you groaned in frustration when he still hadn’t moved. “I’m not gonna break, you know? You can fuck me.” This was followed by you clenching down hard, which earned you a strangled moan from Seokmin, who was quick to jump into action after that.

“As you wish,” he smirked.

Any control you thought you had was gone after that stunt you pulled. He moved back slightly, just enough so that the tip was still inside you, before slamming his full length back into you. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your sockets at the force, your back arching off the stone as you gasped for breath. But Seokmin wasn’t planning to go easy on you now. You’d given him the okay, so you were going to have to take it.

Within seconds, he’d found a steady rhythm, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs for support as his balls – now covered in your slick – slapped against your ass with every thrust.

You were on cloud nine, mind completely blank aside from the thoughts that revolved around Seokmin fucking the shit out of you in the middle of the woods.

Your fingers weakly clawed at his toned arms as your mind reeled at the feeling of Seokmin continuously slamming into your wet cunt, the head of his dick kissing the tip of your cervix every time he leaned forward.

“Are you close?” he asked, his breathing sounding irregular due to the force he was putting into his movements.

“C-Close,” you stuttered, not in the right state of mind to formulate anything more than that. Seokmin sped up his thrusts after that, fucking you even faster and harder as he kept hitting that right spot inside you.

“Where do you want my cum, baby?” Seokmin asked when his thrusts were getting sloppier and sloppier by the second.

“Inside m-me...want your cum so bad,” you mewled, feeling like you were about to lose it with how fast he was drilling into you.

“Fuck!” Seokmin’s hips stuttered momentarily at your words, but he quickly regained himself before he resumed his merciless rhythm, bringing you closer and closer to the edge every time he buried himself back into you.

You finally came for the third time with a loud cry of his name, your body shaking all over as a result of the intensity. Seokmin wasn’t far behind. He gave one final thrust before he stilled inside you, groaning loudly into your shoulder as his dick released big spurts of warm cum that had you feeling nice and full by the end of it.

“Holy shit,” he sighed when both of your highs had subsided.

“You could say that,” you giggled, trying to regain your breathing.

“We should definitely do that again.”

Your eyes widened in surprise at his statement. “Really?”

“Of course. Unless...you don’t want to? I don’t just do this with anyone, you know?” he grinned as he helped you down from the rock.

“Yes, yes! I would love that,” you smiled, the familiar butterflies in your stomach making their appearance again.

You really thought this day couldn’t be better. Well, that was until you’d both gotten dressed and you’d picked up your discarded phone off the floor to check the time.

Annoying Bestie 💖: >> Y/N!! Where the fuck are you?! Annoying Bestie 💖: >> Are u seriously ditching me for some dick rn?! Annoying Bestie 💖: >> If ur not here within the next 10 mins ur gonna miss the meditation Annoying Bestie 💖: >> People are getting suspicious… Annoying Bestie 💖: >> Trying to cover, but there’s only so much I can do with both of u missing :’) Annoying Bestie 💖: >> They’re definitely connecting the dots...u and Mr. Thighs Annoying Bestie 💖: >> Just so u know, ur never gonna live this down Annoying Bestie 💖: >> I hate it here Annoying Bestie 💖: >> Hope the D is worth it cuz ur missing out on some bomb food Annoying Bestie 💖: >> U BETTER GET TF BACK IF U DON’T WANT US TO LEAVE YOUR ASS HERE

“Uh...I think we might be in a bit of trouble,” you grimaced as you read through the many messages Soonyoung had sent you over the hours you and Seokmin had been ‘occupied’.

“How much trouble are we talking?”

“As in, we might miss the bus if we don’t hurry the fuck up.”

“Well shit, let’s go!” Seokmin exclaimed, reaching for your hand to drag you along with him.

“Is this how it’s going to be every time? Me getting dragged around by you?” you complained.

He looked back just in time to see you nearly trip over your own feet. “You’ll get used to it soon enough,” he laughed.

Yeah, you guess you could get used to this.

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A love triangle with Nagi & Reo

Nagi just never told you how he felt, feelings would be a hassle. Especially when he considers the thought that you may not return them, and then he has to deal with the hassle of losing you in his life. He’s known you since middle school, where you were the reason he studied hard enough to make it into this school. You let him live his lazy life, give him company when he wants it and leave him alone when he would rather keep to himself. He can’t imagine a better life than one with you.

Reo met Nagi and felt an instant connection. Nagi is not only exactly what he’s been looking for as a soccer player to take their high school team to the top, he’s also everything Reo wants in a partner. Someone who can match him in talent, make him think differently about himself and the world, and someone to fight for. All Reo has ever wanted is to be with someone who doesn’t care about his money, his grades- someone who isn’t trying to use him for personal gain. And Nagi is just perfect, he doesn’t need Reo at all, and Reo can’t imagine anything better than that.

You really didn’t want to fall for Reo, he’s every girl’s dream boy. Hot, smart, athletic, and kind (and rich), he checks every box. But literally everyone wants him, he can get anyone he wants, it was so inconvenient when you found yourself falling for him right along with everyone else. But how could you not? When he takes you by the hand to let you sit front and center at his practices and games, when he thanks you for taking such good care of his “treasure” (your best friend Nagi), when he flashes you a gorgeous smile as his eyes sparkle. You feel special every time he talks to you, looks at you, gives you even the slightest bit of attention. You can’t imagine anything better than someone who makes you feel loved like Reo does.

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“I have to tell you-”

“I have to tell you something too.” Reo interrupts you, his expression full of urgency yet slightly relieved, assuming he knows exactly what you’re about to tell him.

Truthfully, you decided it’s finally time to confess to him, it’s been long enough. He should at least know, even if he does reject you.

“Okay, you go.” You smile, urging him to go first. Your heart races, hoping he’ll return your feelings before you even have to deal with the embarrassment of confessing.

“I- I really like Nagi.” Reo says confidently. He’s nervous, but he stands tall. He shouldn’t feel so nervous about feelings like this, he always gets what he wants, after all.

“I- you-” You stutter, the thoughts flooding your brain faster than you can think of a proper response. It makes so much sense, Reo’s “treasure”, the way he’s expressed wanting to take care of Nagi, how he’s started showing up to drive him to school, how he always tries to get alone time with him. It’s so obvious, and you’ve been hogging him away from Nagi, selfishly acting on your feelings instead of trying to help Nagi explore his own.

“Oh, you’re surprised? I thought I was being too obvious.” Reo chuckles.

“No! It makes sense! I just- um-” You pause, trying to find a way to get through the conversation without crying.

“She wanted to tell you that she likes you.”

A familiar voice interrupts the conversation, where you turn to see your snowy-haired best friend poking his head into the empty classroom. Clearly, he was looking for the two of you, showing up at perhaps the worst time.

“Nagi! No- I don’t- um, Reo was just saying-” You try to save it, try to make this less embarrassing, but all you can do is fight back tears.

“Yeah, he was saying he likes me. I know he does.” Nagi pulls his bag straps tight against his shoulders, standing up tall for once. It’s easy to forget how damn tall he is when he’s always slouching. “But I know you like him, and I like you, and that’s all a hassle, so I left it alone.” He sighs.

“Wait-” Reo starts, processing the information. “You like her, she likes me, and I like you? Oh boy.” He scratches behind his head. “Is that what you were going to tell me, y/n?”

You only nod, still trying to process that Nagi basically confessed to you just now. How could you not have seen it?

You look at Nagi, who looks at Reo, who looks at you. Suddenly, Nagi looks different to you, he’s honestly beautiful. You can’t imagine your life without him, and watching him discover a recent passion has been an amazing journey. Nagi looks at Reo, seeing someone who’s helped him grow into a new person, a person he’s starting to like much more than his old self. A life with Reo in it sounds amazing. And Reo looks at you, seeing a beautiful girl who has supported him every day, giggling and laughing with him and encouraging him to chase his dreams. You haven’t used him for a single thing, thinking only of his happiness.

The three of you stand in a triangle as you look between each other. And you can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah.” You smile. “I like you too Nagi. And I do like you, Reo.” You shrug.

“I do like you y/n. And of course, Nagi.” Reo smiles.

“I like you y/n. And I think I do like you too, Reo.” Nagi cracks a light smile.

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dandylovesturtles · 6 months

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Trick: Leo and Draxum

Had an idea here for an End Game AU where:

the boys don't escape, and for whatever reason Splinter can't break out either

Draxum reads the room a little better on what will happen when he puts that Dark Armor on

the boys did a better repair job on the helmet

idk what specific warnings to put on this but uh Leo is straight up not having a good time

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Leo sees Draxum coming toward their cage, and knows they've run out of time to try for an escape attempt. Instinctively he moves closer to his brothers. He feels them closing ranks beside him, too.

"Now now, there's no need for such ugly looks." Draxum looks entirely too smugly satisfied as he surveys them, just outside of striking range on his side of the bars. "You should feel honored. I have a place for each of you in my glorious army."

"Thanks, but we're too young to enlist," says Leo automatically. He feels Raph shift behind him.

"And yet that hasn't stopped you from interfering with my plans at every turn. But that ends now."

Draxum crosses his arms behind his back, looking over each of them in turn. Leo doesn't like it at all; it makes him feel like a piece of meat being considered for grilling.

"Each of you will have your use," Draxum continues. "Snapping turtle, you are incredibly strong, both physically and mystically. And I have seen you lead your team. Rough around the edges to be sure, but you will make a fine general.

"Box turtle, you have an unusually high amount of untapped mystical energy. Under my instruction, you will become someone truly formiddable.

"And softshell, you are clearly highly intelligent. A shame you have wasted your talents on the human schools of invention, but rest assured, I can teach you all you need to know.

"And finally, the red-eared slider."

"Don't forget my winning personality and gorgeous smile," Leo quips.

In response, Draxum regards him coolly.

"Compared to your brothers, you are mediocre in every way. Your mystic potential is above average, but much weaker than the rest. You are not nearly so strong or intelligent, and while you have some physical talent, it's outweighed by your insufferable attitude."

It shouldn't sting. It shouldn't. Draxum's just a crummy villain, who cares what he has to say?

Leo chuckles nervously, shuffling back. "Mediocre? No way, I'm the best! Come on, guys, tell 'im."

This is where his brothers should chime in. Donnie should say, "No, he's right." Or Mikey should back Leo up, shouting down Draxum.

None of that happens. Instead, Raph is the one who moves, putting a hand on Leo's shoulder and physically moving him to the back, putting himself bodily between Leo and Draxum.

"None of us are joinin' your army," Raph growls.

"This is not something you have a choice in." Draxum waves a hand. "Now, I will be taking the slider with me."

Abruptly the bottom of the cage under Leo starts to sink, and he yelps, flailing his hands out for his brothers. Donnie and Mikey grab on, trying to hold him, but as the bottom of the cage falls out a strong vine grips his ankle and yanks, pulling him out of their grasp.

"Leo!" they yell after him.

Outside the cage, Leo hangs suspended in vines that grip him by every limb and around the middle. Draxum turns on his heel and walks away, and the vines carry him along after.

He tries to turn back and see his brothers, who are still making a racket, tries to smile reassuringly, but the vines hold him too tightly, and he can't.

"Hey, hey," he says. "If I'm so mediocre, what do you even need me for, huh?"

"Relaaax," says Draxum, with an easygoing tone that Leo doesn't like at all. "I said I had a place for each of you, and I meant it."

The first thing Leo sees as they enter the next room is the Dark Armor, standing fully complete at the top of a dais. The next thing he sees is his dad, trapped inside a similar cage - the moment he sees Leo, he rushes to the bars, slamming at them hard.

It doesn't even make a dent.

"Draxum!" he roars. "You said you would let them go!"

Draxum looks over at Splinter, shrugging.

"I lied."

Leo doesn't have to wonder what kind of deal his father made for their release. That helmet wasn't there before.

"I kept wondering why the Foot Clan was so eager for me to get inside the Dark Armor when before they had been so adamantly against me getting anywhere near it," says Draxum, talking about things Leo frankly couldn't care less about. "And then I realized... there is... a hunger in this armor. It will not awaken to its full strength until it is fed."

He looks back at Leo with a smile. "That's where you come in."

"Oh no, it doesn't want me," says Leo fast. "I'm way too lean! At least fatten me up for a few weeks first."

"It does not want you flesh, fool. It wants your mystic energy."

Leo grimaces. "Well, you just said I'm pretty mediocre in that department, soooo..."

"I said you are weaker than your brothers. But you still have plenty to sate the armor."

"You sure? I mean, maybe you should find someone with more, uh, mystic energy juice."

Draxum pauses, turning to look him in the eyes. "Very well. I suppose I could go get the box turtle-"

Leo swallows hard. "No," he says, voice resolute. "Not him."

"Good. Then we are agreed."

"No!" shouts Splinter, and he sounds so terrified that it shakes Leo. His dad has never sounded like that. "Draxum, please! He is just a child!"

"Again with this objection when it never seemed to matter before," says Draxum, like he's bored. He begins pulling Leo toward the armor.

"Please! Don't do this!" Splinter slams into the bars again, but they don't budge. "Take me instead! Just do not do this to him!"

"Shut up, you doddering old rat," snaps Draxum, and vines wrap around Splinter, silencing him. "I still have my uses for you, too. Don't worry - I can always make you a replacement son."

"No replacing perfection," says Leo, feeling lightheaded and nonsensical, and a vine around his mouth silences him, too.

He's pulled on the dais. Draxum slides each piece of the armor onto his body, one by one. It's too big for him, and he feels like he's being swallowed by some gaping maw, sliding down into the stomach of a fearsome beast.

This is where the rescue is supposed to happen. His brothers are supposed to burst in, having made a daring escape. His dad is supposed to display some heretofore unseen power and kick Draxum's butt. Divine intervention from his ancestors is supposed to shield him, and he should be free to go home, where he can laugh with his family about the whole crazy incident and how he's apparently good for nothing but a blood sacrifice to a demonic spirit.

The rescue doesn't happen. Instead, he watches, eyes wide and full of fear, breathing too fast against his gag, as Draxum smiles gleefully and puts the helmet on.

The pain is indescribable. The vines finally fall away from his mouth, and it doesn't matter because all he can do is scream.

Draxum was right; there's something hungry in the armor. It's eating him alive now, not his flesh but his spirit, ripping the energy right out of his veins, peeling him apart at the seams. It feeds on him, on every part of his flagging mind - even his fear is delicious to it. And when he feels like he has no more he can give, when he's certain that this is the end, when the darkness starts to roll over his consciousness, pulling him down, he hears a voice - one full of hatred and rage and a dark satisfaction.

Thank you, Hamato.

#dandy fanfiction #rottmnt #dandy trick or treat #rise leo #baron draxum #I feel like this is a great backstory for leo being like #their guy in the chair #he's not dead btw like draxum this process didn't kill him but it did suck #get it #cause like #sucking out his mystic energy?#yeah you get it

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ladymarycrawley · 7 months

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Wet celebration - Mason Mount

Not requested but I was struck by the inspiration, after a long time, to write sth for our star boy so enjoy 💫

Warning: smutty, very smutty (and I said to myself it shouldn't have been lmao)

Tag list: @prideofpd, @chelsealover, @johnstonesfc, @masterclassbaby, @masonxomount

Mason going back to training after having missed some of the first games of the season together with the England camp was definitely something worthy of being celebrated.

Before he could go back you had in mind to have your intimate party which consisted of a candle lit bubble bath and champagne glasses to have a toast.

Everything had to be ready for when he came back home after his last session at the physio, the one that would have officially sealed his coming back on the pitch.

You were waiting for him kind of impatiently, both to have him all to yourself (romantically speaking) and to hear the good news of him getting the green light to go back doing the thing he loved the most.

He entered your shared house with the biggest grin ever, his trademark, and with his arms wide open.

“Guess who can go back to playing football?”

“Mhh let me guess…” You accepted playing his game, assuming a fake thoughtful expression as you walked towards him, between his arms. "Is that you?"

He nodded gloatingly, securing his grip around your body.

“I can go back playing” He hummed, sounding like a happy boy who just finished his homeworks and can go having fun.

“I knew it, I’m so proud of you” You whispered while cupping his perfect face in your hands. “And you deserve a reward”

Mason lifted his eyebrows in an enquiring look, waiting to have some explanations.

You smiled and took his hand in yours to lead him upstairs, where your romantic surprise was waiting for you.

When you stopped at the entrance of your big bathroom he saw the shadow of candlelights and smiled knowingly, walking in to look at the tub brimming with soap bubbles, the two glasses of champagne and the massaging oil on the ceramic surface waiting for you.

He wiggled his eyebrows and started unzipping his hoodie to throw it mercilessly on the floor.

“We need to hurry before the water cools down” His voice assumed an husky tone, the one he would usually get when lust was making its way inside his body and also the one that would make you wet.

You followed his advice by slowly discarding all the clothes that were covering your body, letting them fall on the floor. The only thing that didn’t leave your body was your powerful eye contact: you couldn’t look away from each other, you were a feast for each other’s eyes.

When you were both naked Mason offered his hand to help you step inside the tub as you thanked him silently with a smile.

You sat there, waiting for him to join you and to adopt your favourite posture which was laying your back against his chest and letting him do everything he had in mind to do to your body.

Before relaxing against his toned chest you stretched out your right arm to grab the two glasses and handed him his.

“What are we drinking to?”

“To you being back at training and to me being always proud of you”

Mason smirked and raised his glass.

“I’d also like to drink to my gorgeous girlfriend who had this great idea…been missing some good bath tub sex”

“Mase!” You turned crimson as you nonchalantly sipped your wine.

“Oh come on, I know you’re no angel and your aim has always been this, since the beginning that little mind of yours started thinking about all of this”

You rolled your eyes and drank up the liquid in your glass, leaving some at the bottom of it to dip your index finger in and bring it closer to your boyfriend’s lips. He smirked as he didn’t doubt not even for a second about what was your plan for the night and swirled his tongue around your finger before sucking it. You had far better things to do than going on having some good wine, so you skipped to the main course.

A mischievous smirk appeared on your lips to match the one plastered on Mason’s face.

He took in your naked body, soaking your breast with some lazy strokes that gave him the chance to finally touch you. His thumb rubbed your nipple gently, soon adding the tip of his tongue to it.

Some sweet but forbidden cuddles were the things you missed the most during these days of pain and you weren’t the only one needing them so you moved your hand across his abdomen to place it in the tip of his dick coming out of water. The look you gave to it was obviously a luxurious one, you couldn’t wait to taste it.

You started by brushing your thumb pad left and right, adding a light pressure to it.

Mason sat on the step your bath tub had so you could give him his reward more easily.

The sight of his big cock twitching made you even more eager to have it so you moved closer, placing your palms on his inner thighs to let your mouth do the work you both were looking forward to: you spit on his member to make the movement of your lips smoother. Relaxed, cute moans started filling the room as he placed his hand in your tied up hair to spur you on.

“Oh good god..”

His eyes were closed and his head back against the wall: you succeeded in making him relax but you didn’t want him to get too relaxed as you needed something too, for being a good supportive girlfriend. When his precum started touching your lips you stopped, giving him doe eyes.

He opened his eyes and when he saw the way you were looking at him, knelt down in front of him all needy, he lost it: he needed to have you right there and then.

Mason’s brown eyes got covered in lust as he got back in the water and placed his hands on your hips to lift you on the step where he was sitting earlier.

He spread your legs open so he could start devouring your pussy as if his life depended on it. His tongue sucked, his teeth nibbled at your lips and his lips left small kisses all around: it was perfect.

“Oh yes Mase…I missed you” You whined, pushing your hips against his mouth.

He let out a satisfied moan as he was pleased to give you such a good time. His tongue stopped licking your skin the moment he shifted it inside of you.

"Yes baby yes…fuck me”

The way he ate you out was about to give you your first orgasm but he did the same you did to him: as soon as he felt your juices down his chin he stopped and broke away.

“Mase -”

Mason lifted his weight on his arms to reach your height and whisper a little something to your lips.

“What goes around comes around”

He was too much to take: he was there making fun of you, looking hotter than ever and driving you crazy by being a tease.

Mason sat back in the tub as you straddled him, tangling your arms around his neck and bending your knees so that your feet were resting near his bottom.

“You’re being a tease, that’s not fair” You cooed in his ear, biting on his earlobe in a playful yet horny.

“You’ve been a tease too and it was a pity I had to stop cause your cum tasted so good…”

A louder desperate groan left your lips, made it even more desperate by the feeling of his fingers dangerously close to your pussy.

The way he was there, looking irresistible, urged you to kiss him feverishly, a messy kiss that left nothing to the imagination.

During your open mothed kiss, Mason pressed his thumb on your clitoris, making you roll your eyes at the back of your head because of the pleasure he was capable of giving you.

Then he wrapped his arms around your waist seconds before entering you.

Your O shaped mouth gave echo to a deep moan, letting him know you were fully ready to feel him inside of you.

He started rocking his pelvis against yours in a slow but passionate motion. That position was perfect because you could get lost in each other’s eyes while fucking your brains out. Your thrusts were bringing heaven to each one. The hot breath of his panting against your neck and your heavy sighs in his ear made you feel so close, resulting in both of you reaching the climax at the same time. It was a mess but quite a sexy one.

The sex you just had was perfect, so perfect Mason kept his cock inside of you a little more, basking in the pleasurable feeling of laukewarm water as well as the one of your walls still clenched around him.

“Can we do this again after my next game?

“Yeah but in the shower this time…” You groaned, looking at the mess you caused as all the bathroom floor was covered in water. “We made quite a mess”

"Not so fast baby girl" He stopped your attempt of getting out of there, tempting you with the oil massage you put there as he shook the bottle before your eyes "we still have to try this"

#mason mount #mason mount imagines #mason mount fics #mason mount fanfictions #mason mount smut #mason mount fluff #manchester united #mufc #premier league #premier league imagines #england nt #england nt imagines #football imagines #football fanfictions #football fic #footie fic #football writing #mason mount x you #mason mount x y/n

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danyvhell-writes · 11 months

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General Ais headcanons (Touchstarved)

GN reader | The obsession with this game is real guys :') I can't get away

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• Cat boyfriend like, bro will fall asleep on you (your chest, lap...) but if you dare to move just a little tiny bit the magic is over ! He will wake up instantly and go somewhere else to take a nap :')

• He's not gonna tell you but he likes when you touch his hair. Caress him, touch his horns, ruffle his hair even ! He's down for it and the moment you discover his little secret he'll give you endless opportunities to do so

• ↑ Scratch his head, please. Weak spot is right at the junction of his back horns, tug softly on his hair and the boy will melt.

• Ais is a man of few words but he really enjoys talking with you. Most of the time he'll annoy you just as an excuse to interact with you so you can start talking with him (and 99% of the time it works). He finds your little conversations entertaining and relaxing somehow.

• Btw, this guy will listen to you rambling. Talk about your latest obsession, stuff you like, things that seem unimportant : he will listen. He's curious to know more and especially if it's related to your fascinating person. Sometimes he'll just sit next to you and lean in your space just to have a better hearing of what you're saying. It might feel like you're monopolising the conversation but no no, he'll respond with snarky comments, laugh if you say something funny or ask you to keep going with your story. And also, he really likes your voice so...

• You remember when he said "I got eyes in the back of my head." ? (something like that) Well yeah ! His eyes are on you, always. His gaze will follow you wherever you are, with or without him. I'm sure this man uses the Groupmind to spy on MC ! Like bro come on, stop crushing this hard.

• If you have pets, they're not yours anymore. He WILL adopt them. Could be any animal or magic creature really, he will offer them absolute love in just two seconds. "Oh, this is my cat ! Her name's Nori, you can pet her if you want, she's super friendly." *pets her* "Oh yes you are !" *lifts her up so he can take her in his arms like a baby* "Look at you, you're gorgeous. Such pretty eyes, cute little face, kitty kitty~ !"

• He loves seeing you close to his soulless but he's also a tiny bit jealous to see that you sometimes prefer Princess' company rather than his. He'd be like "Uh hello I can do tricks too if that's what you like ??"

• He likes tea. That's it. That's the headcanon. No more seriously... I feel like he could be a tea amateur and genuinely enjoys a good cup of tea. If you don't know alot about it, he'll teach you the different types, how to infuse them correctly, what dishes you can pair them up with ! Want to learn how to make a real exquisite matcha tea ? He'll show you with much pride !

• ↑ Chit chat with him around some tea he made and he's yours. Bonus point if you ask for more. Extra bonus point if you're able to guess which tea it is.

• Has a special cup he keeps just for you when you visit him. He remembers your favourite drink and makes sure to always have a bottle/the ingredients when you come.

• If Ais is an oni, he might be japanese, so, this man speaks japanese. Most people think that because of his appearance he'd be super rude but oh no no no, the boy is polite. People assume he'd use 'ore' but nah ah, full 'watashi' user over here. You know that thing when your voice and demeanor changes a little when you switch languages ? That's him. His voice tends to go softer when he speaks japanese, he doesn't even realize.

• We know he likes learning about new languages, teach him some stuff. Of course he'll remember the curse words & insults quickly but pet names and romantic nouns are his favourites. If you're polyglot, show off a little, he likes it. Talk in your native tongue, even if he doesn't get anything at first, he will crush even harder. "Eh t'savais que les girafes avaient le même nombre de vertèbres que nous ? C'est juste qu'elles sont plus longues. C'est ouf ça !" "You make French sound so attractive and I'm sure you're not even saying anything particularly sexy..." "Yep !" "God, I want them so bad." he thinks

• After some time, you'd both start to naturally use words or phrases you've taught each other/you've heard from each other. He'd flex on you just to show how much of a fast learner he is, he wants to see you proud of him.

• Cracks his joints. A lot. Also stretches a lot.

• That guy who asks you to pull on his arms or whatever to help him stretch as hard as possible. "More." "What do you mean more ? I'm gonna break your bones !" "I said more, I"m not fragile you know." until you hear a big 'pop' and he sighs with contentment.

• If you burp in front of him, he'll make it a competition. "You think this is a big one ? Oh sparrow... you're a little player." And then proceeds to traumatize you for the next decade. "Do you have the fucking devil in you ???" "Nope, just my friend Ocudeus. He's gross, I know >:)"

• Traces small patterns along your skin when he's bored. He's really gentle when it comes to touching you.

• That type of guy who's obsessed with your hair, especially if it has a different texture than his. You could be doing anything and this bastard (affectionate) will twirl your hair, put clips in it, try hairstyles if you let him. He'll let you do the same to him if you want ! Go on, have fun with your new doll lmao

• Give him the silliest clothes and accessories, he will wear them. The bimboest crop top ? Yeah cool. Bat hair clips ? Cute.

• Would joke about eating you to scare you but strangely you're always the one ending up biting him ! (not that he minds)

• 100% asks you if you want to fight. Like not in a threatening way but to test you out, he wants to see if you can handle a little sparring.

• If you're someone who enjoys working out, he proposes to train with you. It sometimes follows to some sparring which might end up with you guys kissing... weird uh

• Has a particularly good memory. He remembers things that even yourself forgot, like really he’s your second brain (and often you’re glad). Everytime you’re asking him “How do you even remember that tf ??” and he’s just “Don’t know 🤷🏻‍♂️“

• You're the type of person who calls any guy 'bro' ? No prob, he finds it funny. He's not offended in the slightest and even actually likes it, he knows it's a language tic. Would definitely send you this type of dumb shit ouezghfoez 😭

• He can be a little chaotic sometimes but you like it. After all he’s a demon, he likes joking and pranking so even better if you join him in his mischievous activities hehe. You guys would do the silliest stuff and try not to burst out laughing. Evil ones, evil.

• Does that cute thing where he leans in close to you when you’re watching something and follows your gaze. He’s just a curious lil guy !

#touchstarved game #ais #touchstarved #touchstarved ais #ais x reader #gn reader #headcanons #touchstarved headcanons #touchstarved demo #red spring studios #i wrote more than what i planned but hey it's fun #i'm obsessed #like fr it's not a joke i'm so gay for him #please request some hcs i'm dying guys !!!#there's so much in my little head for the love interests my brain's gonna implode #my hcs

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scarletttries · 9 months

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NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Pairing: Steven Grant x F! Reader

Word Count: 1.8k (Explicit)

Request: "If you are still taking requests from the prompt list… what about Steven Grant and the Alleyway/Alley corner? I recently found your blog and it is *chefs kiss*"

Steven Grant + Alley/Alleyway: (prompt list here)

- Working under the guidance of an ancient Egyptian goddess was hard enough, without having to track one of your counterparts halfway across the globe every time he had a crisis of confidence. Marc Spector had been a thorn in your side for years on the job, his stubborn and erratic personality making him a nightmare to work with and the last person you'd willingly spend time with.

- So when you landed in London and started tailing him to see what shit he was pulling before you made your move, you could hardly believe the the change you saw in him - his arrogance facade faded into a sweetheart who took pride in showing little kids around a museum and helping them pick out toys, even if it seemed like a bittersweet irony that he always strayed into the Egyptian exhibits first. The man had become a creature of habit, taking the same route to and from work every day, stopping at the same places, and generally being far too easy to track for your liking.

- You were sure it was a trap, some fucked up game Marc was playing with you, but that didn't stop you deciding enough was enough and confronting him one night. He'd just finished his shift at the museum, leaving late after being punished with inventory, and as always got the bus back to his side of town. You were sure he'd noticed you sat with your back to him on the bus, but he chose not to say a word which only left you feeling more confused about this game of cat and mouse.

- Finally he slipped down the dimly lit alley that took him almost all the way home, footsteps speeding up slightly, like subconsciously he could sense that he wasn't alone on his journey.

"Marc!" You called out, stepping into the alleyway and blocking his path, his strict daily pattern making him just too easy to intercept. You expected him to start running, to scale the walls beside you, but instead you just heard a quivering voice, with a slightly unplaceable accent, reply,

"Umm, my name's Steven. With a v."

- As you strode closer the cowering man didn't back away, or even try to move a muscle, his wide eyes tracing over your silhouette as he took you in, surprised by the colour flushing to his cheeks and his rumbled brain choosing your beauty to focus on above all else.

"Fuck off Marc, you don't think i'm falling for that do you? We have work to do." You sighed frustratedly, feeling a tinge of guilt as he shook his head vigorously, eyes apologetic and soft, the antithesis of every interaction you'd had with Marc Spector.

"I'm really sorry, I don't know who that is, but I promise I'm just Steven, and we've never met before. Except you were on the bus before right?"

"So you did notice me tailing you?" You countered quickly, trying to get the truth behind the spark of recognition in his eyes. He gulped and nodded, suddenly very self conscious,

"It's hard not to notice a woman as pretty as you."

- His gentle smile, the warmth in his words, the slight hint of both fear and excitement in his eyes, this was definitely not Marc - and you were starting to feel more and more pleased with that fact as you let a smile creep across your cheeks, like everything that bothered you about Marc was reversed here, but in same gorgeous muscled package that you'd wanted to get a better look at for years.

- You only had to take two steps forward before Steven backed himself against the wall, desperately confused by the overlapping feelings of intimidation and arousal building up inside him, sure no-one had ever looked at him quite this way before, the happiest a deer has ever been to be in headlights.

"You're not so bad yourself Steven with a v, and SO much more charming than the guy I was looking for." You purred, inching forward until your body brushed lightly against his, the contact enough to know he was just as interested as you are.

- He didn't know quite how he ended up here, but Steven's mentally cheering himself on for managing not to mess this up yet, confident that anything else he says might be the thing that scares you away - not that you seem like the kind of person who's ever scared really. So he decides not to open his lips again, and instead listens to the voice in his head that tells him to lean forwards, setting his lips lightly against yours, testing the tempting waters he'd let himself sink straight beneath.

- You're leaning into him in no time, fingers trailing through his hair as your lips part, tongue taking control of the kiss and showing him he really doesn't need to be gentle with you. It's been a long time since you'd been able to take a break from work to have a little fun, and even if you still have to hunt down Marc, you can take a night off to enjoy a sweet British guy who takes way too long to build up the nerve to put his hands on your waist.

- You use your arms looped around his neck to pull his body flush against yours, grinding your hips against him and swallowing the whimper he lets out in response. His eyes are clenched shut as he tries to keep some semblance of self-control, mortified by each of the soft moans that slip out at every brush of your hips, determined not to let this opportunity get away from him. He lets his hands drift down your hips, skimming over your thighs as one gingerly reaches under your skirt, stopping when it finds the wet patch starting to form on your panties in all the anticipation.

"Bloody hell love." He breathes out as he starts to toy with you through the slick fabric, the sweet noises his touch elicits emboldening him to apply more pressure, rubbing firm circles over your clit, feeling your breath falter against him. He captures your lips in a greedy kiss as slips his fingers inside the fabric, his thumb returning to your clit as two fingers slide inside you, the delicious stretch almost enough to buckle your knees. His free hand keeps you pinned to his chest as works you up, every touch leaving you panting against him, your kiss trailing to his neck, leaving a bruise he'll wear with endless pride tomorrow.

- As his relentless pace starts to build the pressure inside your core, your thighs tremble again, making it harder and harder for you to keep upright in his arms, his own aching need growing inside his straining trousers. When he hears you moan out his name, he decides it's now or never, taking his hand away just short of your bliss, the whine that escapes your throat entirely involuntary.

"Just a second love, I'll be all yours again soon." Despite his clear power over you, he still stumbles over the words as he glances over his shoulder before undoing his belt, slipping his trousers down just far enough for his throbbing manhood to spring free, the cold night air making him hiss through his teeth at the sensation. Dropping to his knees he places a constellation of gentle kisses on your inner thigh as he slides your soaked panties down your leg, handling you oh so delicately as he helps you step free of them, stuffing them in his pocket before bringing his lips to sensitive skin again.

"You really know how to make a girl weak in the knees." You praised, surprised by the sweet giggle your comment drew from the man. The comment spurred him on to pull your thighs around his waist, rising back to his feet and pressing you against the wall behind you, now face to face again with so little fabric between you.

- Reading the uncertainty on his face you quickly nodded, squeezing your legs around him until you felt him start to slide inside of you, his fingers barely doing his size justice. Pure elation flashed across his face as you moaned out his name, the way he filled you quickly bringing your building pleasure back to the brink again. His hands gripped your ass hard as his hips bucked against you, sharp thrusts fucking into you over and over, his lips hungrily swallowing yours like he'd been starved pf the sweet affections of a kiss for as long as he could remember.

You grabbed at his broad shoulders, struggling to stay upright as his pace quickened, holding off his own release with everything he had before he could give you everything you needed. You were grateful he lived a pretty quiet side of town, the noise of the two of you echoing through the alley, the danger of getting caught only heightening all your senses as Steven's needy whines grew with the frantic pace of his hips, fighting his release but losing the battle in such a salaciously hot situation. You couldn't help but think you might need to extend your time in London to find out what other talents this Steven held, all thoughts of Marc long gone as a his new heavy rhythm brushed just the right spot inside you to have your head rolling back against the cold brick wall as you clenched down around him, your release all the more satisfying for his immediately following it. He clung to you like you were the first life preserver he'd been thrown in a very long storm, panting and moaning as your waves of pleasure seemed to ripple straight through him too, his lips chasing yours even as he desperately struggled to fill his lungs.

- As you come down from your high you'd have to tap him on the shoulder,

"Steven, you can put me down now." Straight back to bashful and embarrassed he'd apologize and pull out of you, cursing the whimper he let out as he finally left your soft warm entrance, dropping to the floor to ensure you were safely back on your feet, and feeling his heart do a flip as he caught a glimpse of his cum starting to drip out of your pussy and onto your thigh.

- By the time he's started to redress himself you're halfway down the alley, disappearing into the dark, leaving him calling after you,

"Am I going to see you again?" He wants to shout your name, but realises he never found it out.

"Maybe. I know where to find you Steven with a v." You replied without looking back, smirking to yourself at the thought of showing up at his door any time you wanted. You only missed the proud smile he gave himself as he pulled your underwear out of his pocket, knowing he'll struggle to think of anything else on his lonely nights now, mumbling to himself 'more like Steven without a v.'

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Luck | 2

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Part 1

Summary: Life with Coryo in the districts is hard.

Pairings: Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Pronouns used: Gn! Use of “Mx.” and “Mxs.”

Word Count: 4,448

Warnings: Death, depression, use of morphling (but only as a pain medication.)

A/N: Okay so pt 2 is here! I am willing to do a part 3, but I wanted to leave that up to you guys cause if I do a part three then there will be a major falling out between Tigris and R, and if you’re anything like @lunatiqez and I, you are probably dreading it. Up to u guys!!

Also thank you to @/lunatiquez and @lemkay-luminary for proofreading! Ilysm!

“Coryo?” You ask as line breaks up.

“Hm, yes?” You let out a relieved sigh. You hate when you lose connection, because Coryo only gets one call a week, and once it ends, it ends.

“Sorry, you cut out, what were you saying?”

“It’s fine, I said I miss home.” He pauses with a small sigh. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Coryo. It’s not the same without you.”

“Sejanus says hello, by the way.”

You roll your eyes. “Tell him I said hi.”

Coryo’s laughter fills the line. “I’ll make sure to say it with more enthusiasm.”

“I’m sorry! I just don’t care for him. Though, I imagine he’s better than the District 12 idiots you have to slum with.”

“Exactly.”

“Tigris says she misses you.”

“I miss her too.”

You hum. “Tessa’s been learning how to play the violin. She’s finally given up on the guitar. Thank goodness for that, too. Ever since Lucy Gray’s interview she’s been non stop playing it, and it’s like nails on a chalkboard. The violin, on the other hand, is gorgeous.”

“That reminds me, I’ve been going to this bar called The Hob with the other Peacekeepers, and as it turns out, Lucy Gray sings there.” You always knew it was a possibility he’d run into her again, but you hoped it wouldn’t be this soon.

“Really?”

“Mhm. She asked about you, and she seemed almost upset when I told her we were together.”

You smile and bite your lip. “You told her we were together?”

“I tell everyone we’re together.” Butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Wouldn’t want anyone coming for what’s yours, right?”

You smile, though you have to swallow a lump that forms in your throat. “Yeah.”

You cherish every single phone call you have with Coryo. He’s been gone for a month and a half now, and you miss him dearly. The weekly calls you were able to secure were great, but it’s not the same as seeing him every day.

You’ve found other ways to fill the void though. You still ate most meals with Tigris and The Grandma’am, but you also started to hang out with your sister more. You brought her shopping with you a few times, and she started playing songs for you as soon as she learned them.

“Listen, there’s something I need to tell you.”

You sit up straighter. “What is it?”

“I think Sejanus is getting into some bad stuff..” You bite back the urge to say ‘Of course he is.’ “He’s been hanging around this guy named Billy Taupe. Whenever I ask about it he changes the subject.”

“Well considering the arena...” You reply, coolly.

“My thoughts exactly. What do you think I should do?”

“Report him.”

“I don’t have any proof, and I can’t go tell Commander Hoff, because he will tell Sejanus’s parents.”

You curse. “Yeah.. Yeah you’re right. I don’t imagine you have anything to record him with, do you?”

“No, I don’t think so.” He sighs. “If he gets caught he’ll drag me down with him.”

“Then make sure he doesn’t get caught.” You can hear a faint buzz from the other side of the line, and you frown knowing it means he has to go.

“It’s time.”

“Alright, I’ll talk to you next week. Goodnight, Coryo. Miss you.”

“Goodnight, I miss you too, Y/N.” The line goes dead and you put the phone on the receiver. The minutes following your phone calls with Coryo are always the loneliest. You hunch over with your hands over your face and sigh.

You thought everything was perfect when Lucy Gray won The Hunger Games. Now you weren’t sure if anything would go to plan.

“Y/N?” You glance at your bedroom door to find Tigris looking at you confused.

“Hey. I forgot you were coming, ‘m sorry.” You rub your face.

“I always come over on Fridays.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m really not sure how I forgot.” You're occupied, that’s how. Occupied with the reality that maybe your life isn’t so perfect.

“Did you just get off of the phone with Coryo?”

“How’d you guess?” You glance at Tigris, her features haven’t changed much since the dark days. Back then, you dreamed big. You dreamed of a future where you and Tigris had your own fashion line, that you ate however much you wanted, of whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted; and that you were married to Coryo. It was actually Tigris’ idea originally, because she wanted you to be her cousin too. It took about two years after she initially suggested it for it to grow on you, but once it did, you never changed the plan.

She sits down beside you. “You have that look on your face.”

“Remember when we used to talk about the future together? How we’d have our own fashion line? Or how I was going to marry Coryo so we could be cousins finally?”

Tigris laughs. “Yeah, that was forever ago.”

“Yeah. It was.”

Your best friend places a hand on your back. “There’s still time.”

“Twenty years.” You lean into her. “Things are so different.”

A few days later, on Monday, you sit in the same spot, with the same red phone in your hand, and dial the same number.

“Hello?”

Hearing his voice never fails to put a smile on your face. “Hey Coryo. How’s everything going?”

“Good actually. I took the Officer’s test yesterday.”

“Really? That’s amazing, Coryo!” You breathe a laugh. “What happens if you pass it?”

“If I pass I can start climbing the ranks, if I ever become a commander we could see each other again. Commander Hoff goes to the Capitol for meetings all the time.”

“Seriously? You might actually get to come here?” Your voice is shakey.

He laughs a little. “A little less enthusiasm, please.”

“I’m sorry! I just.. I was coming to terms with the fact that we won’t be able to see each other in twenty years—“

“Do you not want to see me?” He interupts.

“Of course I do! Coryo, I’m over the moon.” You laugh. “This is amazing.”

“I know. Tell Tigris for me?”

“Of course. She’s going to be so happy!”

He chuckles. “I know. Also.. I got a recording of Sejanus.”

“How? On what?”

“Jabber jay. A messed up mutant that Dr. Gaul made. We were caging them when he started telling me about his plans.. so I recorded him, and I sent the bird off with the rest of them.”

“Where are they being sent?”

“Back to their creator.”

“To Dr. Gaul.”

“Will you tell her to expect something from me?”

You smile. He trusts you. “Yeah. When’s our next call? I’ll make sure to do it before.”

“No, I need you to do it now. The Jabber jays will be there tomorrow.”

You widen your eyes. “Okay.. yeah, I can do that.” You glance at the clock on your bedside table, if you’re going across town to speak to Dr. Gaul, you have to do it now. “I have to go now if I’m going to make it.”

“Oh of course, thank you, N/N.”

“Always. Miss you.”

“Miss you too.” You hang up your phone and rush out of your room.

As you put on your shoes at the front door, Tessa calls out for you. She sits in front of the coffee table beside your Mother in the sitting room.

“Where are you going in such a rush?”

“I have to speak with Dr. Gaul.”

Your Mother furrows her brows. “It’s so late. Can’t this wait till the morning?”

You shake your head. “It’ll be too late, it’s about Coryo.”

Your Mom sighs. She’s known for a long time not to get in between you and the Snow’s, it never ends well. You’re hit with the memory of being fifteen and told that you couldn’t sleep over at their penthouse because your Father was having coworkers over for a big dinner, and in retaliation, pouring out every spice in the kitchen so that all of the food tasted awful. “Okay. I love you.”

You open the door. “Love you too.”

“Be safe.” You nod and walk out.

Your driver is waiting for you with your car at the bottom of the stairs. You spend half a second wondering if he just waits there for you, but then shake the thought out of your head. Why should you care? He’s being paid.

“Take me to the Games’ building. I need to speak with Dr. Gaul.” The driver nods, and you give him a curt smile before lifting the privacy screen. You look out your window, taking in the Capitol. Sure, it was beautiful all the time, but at night, it was something else. The golden lights illuminating the streets, the people dressed to the nines, the dark blue sky that was once filled with stars— though not in your lifetime— now just an empty void with the moon in the middle. You feel compelled to smile as you absorb everything.

The car slows as it comes to the front of the Games’ building. Your driver rushes out to get your door for you. As you step out, you look at the front doors, where Dr. Gaul stood.

“Well, if it isn’t Mxs. Coriolanus Snow.” She greets.

You walk up to her. “Dr. Gaul, I’m here to bring you a message.”

“Oh? And what would that message be?”

“Listen carefully to the Jabber Jays from 12.”

She looks at you incredulously. “12? I expect this message is coming from Mr. Snow, then?”

“It does, but it’d be in your best interest to keep that to yourself.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Was that a threat, Mx. Rose?”

“No, of course not. Just… a suggestion.”

Dr. Gaul smirks, crossing her arms. “It’s not safe to be out alone around this time.” She looks around. “Are you alone?”

“No, I was driven here.”

“Well, be driven home. We’re done here, Mx. Rose.” The woman looks you over before walking towards the parking lot. You turn around and walk back to your car, where your driver still stood holding your door open.

The next morning, you get up early and head to the Snow residence. Thankfully, it was the apartment connected to your own, so you didn’t go far. You don’t stop to knock, either, just walking in and going straight to Tigris’s room.

“T?” You call out as you enter her room.

“In the bathroom!” You go to your best friend’s bathroom, where she is taking her hair out of rollers.

“Hello! Don’t you look gorgeous this morning.”

The blonde smiles. “Stop it! I don’t even have all my rollers out yet.”

You reach up and start pulling one out carefully. “Coryo called me yesterday, he took an officer’s test.”

“Really? Why’s that?”

“Well since he graduated from The Academy, he can get a job as an officer, and maybe eventually even a commander.” You place the roller down on the counter. “And if he becomes a commander, he’ll be able to make trips here.” Tigris’s neck snaps towards you. “He could see us again, T.”

“You’re lying.” She shakes her head.

“I’m telling you the truth, he’ll be able to come back.”

Tigris grins and wraps her arms around you, pulling you in for a big hug. “This is the best news! I’m so happy!” She squeals, causing you to laugh loudly. Not at her, but with her. You’re both over the moon.

Later, you and Tigris walk through your favorite fabric shop, your driver trailing behind you with your full cart. You pick a few yards of fabric, and you are still browsing. Tigris also picks out a fabric she likes, so you pile in some of that.

“Do you think we’ll ever actually start our own line?”

Not a beat passes before Tigris nods. “I have no doubt that we will.” She gives you a smile. “And you will be married to Coryo, and I will be married to some rich man, and we will be next door neighbors just like we are now but in bigger houses—“

“Don’t you mean mansions? Isn’t that how we always said it?” You ask with a smile.

She rolls her eyes. “The point is, our dreams will come true. I mean, you’re already with Coryo, that dreams come true. Why shouldn’t all of our other ones?”

You nod, not utterly convinced. “It’s just.. me and Coryo get together, and a day later he’s banished from our home for 20 years. That seems like a sign.. right?” You feel crazy admitting that out loud. You’ve never believed in “signs”, just unfortunate fate, but this one is too big to ignore.

“Maybe it’s a sign that you guys can get through anything. Don’t give up on him, N/N, my cousin is stupid, but he loves you, anyone with eyes can tell you that. He’s not going to let anything get in between you, you shouldn’t either.” You bite your lip and nod. “Plus, when he becomes commander he’ll visit us. You just have to hold on a bit longer.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I love him too— you know that— I guess I’ve just been overwhelmed.”

Tigris places a hand on your arm. “You don’t have to act like that with me. You can talk to me, N/N, you always have.” Her face is full of concern.

You smile. “I know. I’m fine, I promise.”

She smiles and nudges you. “Good! Now,” Tigris hooks your arms together. “What colors should our shop be? I’m thinking orange and red, Tigris and Rose, you know?”

You grin. “That sounds perfect. Our first line could be fire themed, too.”

Your best friend gasps. “That’s perfect! I can see the silhouettes now.”

You give her a knowing look and nod. “Once I get out of University, let’s swear to start.” You offer her your pinky, which she wraps with her own in a swift motion.

“Deal.”

You and Tigris went to your home after you were done shopping. You sew for a while, and then eat dinner next door with The Grandma’am.

You wake up the next morning with a sick feeling. Your gut is yelling at you, and you have no clue why. You lay in bed for half an hour before you get up to find your Mother, thinking that maybe she could give you morphling for the pain, but the second you leave your room, you’re so anxious to get back you feel like you're on the verge of a panic attack. You continue anyway, counting each step to ground yourself.

It takes you 56 to finally find your Mom. She’s sitting in the library with a book, a different one from last night.

“Y/N? Honey, are you alright? You’re trembling.” Her voice fills with worry. She immediately comes to her feet and stalks over to you.

“Yes— Maybe. I don’t know. I-I woke up really.. scared? I need.. something, I don’t know.” You’re not sure you’ve ever sounded so pathetic. You feel so vulnerable.

“Of course, come, I’ll give you some morphling.” She grabs your hand, and for the first time in a while, you’re grateful she’s so affectionate. She wraps her other arm around your back, and slowly takes you over to the desk in the middle of the library. Your Mother helps you sit down and then starts rummaging through the messy drawers. “I keep some in here for my headaches.”

You nod. “You read a lot.” You blurt it out before you can stop yourself.

She laughs. “Yeah.. nearly one book a day.” She pulls out a small vial, definitely smaller than what Dean Casca Highbottom drank from. “Bottoms up. It’ll only take a second to kick in.” You take it and quickly swallow the dark liquid, grimacing at the taste. This makes your Mother laugh again. “Better yet?” She asks after a beat.

At first, you go to say no, but then a warm feeling swarms your body and you can no longer feel the terror or vulnerability. “Yes, actually.” You smile. “Thank you, Mother.” You lean down and kiss her cheek, something that leaves your Mom glowing.

“You’re very welcome. If you ever need any more and you can’t find any, let me know, I have some vials in my room.” You nod and stand up. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You give her another smile before walking back to your room. As soon as you walk in, your eyes snap to your phone. The bright red plastic phone that has become your favorite thing since Coryo left, yet as you look at it, your heart starts beating fast. You can’t figure out what’s making it beat so fast, probably due to the morphling.

You shake your head and walk into your closet, everything is red, black, or white. Your shirts, your pants, your shoes. You run your hand over the hanging clothing. You stop on your favorite shirt, pulling it out, and then grabbing pants that look the best with the white top. After you change, you toss your pajamas into the hamper, and then grab a pair of shoes, before walking into your room. You set the shoes down beside your sewing desk which you sit in front of. You start going through your notebook to find a design to work on.

Hours pass, and before you know it, it's dark out. You stop sewing when you hear your Dad come home, a clear sign it’s 7:15, since he never comes any earlier or later. You slip on your shoes and stand up to stretch. With a sigh, you gaze at the dress you’re working on. It’s going to be beautiful when it’s done. You plan to give it to Tessa, thinking that the purple on the trim would compliment her skin. You pull it over your mannequin and pin it in place.

You’re admiring your work in full scale when your phone starts ringing and your stomach drops again. You can tell that this is it. This is the reason you’ve been so anxious. You walk over and pick up the phone.

“Hello?” You can hear music in the background, and lots of voices. The call is obviously being made from a public place.

“Y/N?” It’s Coryo.

You smile. “Hey! How’re you calling so early? I thought that you could only call onc—“

“Listen very carefully, okay? I don’t have much time, so I need you to listen. Okay?” His voice trembles.

You furrow your brows. “Okay.”

“The rebels Sejanus was helping bought guns with the money he gave them. Last night, I had to shoot two of them.” You gasp. “One of them was the mayor's daughter.”

“Oh Coryo..”

“And this morning Sejanus was hung for treason.” You widen your eyes.

“What?”

“The other rebel hid the guns, but if they find them, I’m dead, Y/N.” Tears pool in your eyes. “So.. I have to go.” His voice breaks. “Lucy Gray and I are leaving at dawn.”

Something inside of you breaks. Your stomach hurts, you feel nauseous, and tears are falling from your eyes faster than you can stop them. You sit down on your bed. “Coryo.. What do you mean?” He doesn’t answer. “What do you mean?” Nothing. “Coryo?” Your voice breaks.

“I’m so sorry.” Pain laces his voice. “I want things to be different. I want to be there with you, but Sejanus messed everything up, N/N. I’m sorry.”

“Y-You can’t… What about Tigris? The Grandma’am?” Your lungs feel heavy.

“You’ll take care of them, I know you will.”

A sob racks your body. “I-I can’t.. Coryo, please.”

“I love you.” The line clicks and you fall forward onto the ground. Sobs rack your body, one after one, until you can’t take it anymore, and you just scream. He’s gone. Coriolanus Snow, the man you thought you would marry, the man you grew up with, the man you loved more than anything, is gone.

You don’t know how long it is before your parents run into your room and fall to your sides. You can’t hear them over your heart pounding in your ears. You can’t catch a breath, either. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see a servant ushering Tessa away. For a moment, you feel bad she’s witnessed you like this, but then you remember why you’re like this in the first place, and it doesn’t seem so important. You hold onto the phone tighter as you curl into the fetal position. Your Mother lays her body over yours, and your Father runs off.

You stay like that for a while, you think. Just curled up under your Mother, screaming and hyperventilating. Coryo is your everything, and with one phone call, your world is shattered.

Your Mother moves and Tigris crouches beside you, helping you to sit.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?”

No. No. You shake your head. The realization that you have to tell everyone is deafening. You stare at Tigris through your tears, the memories of the three of you together crushing you. You clutch your chest with your free hand before bringing your knees up to it. “Coryo..” Is all you can mumble.

Her face drops. “What about Coryo? Is he okay?”

You nod, not wanting her to worry while you gather the strength to say more. “He’s..” You swallow a lump down. “Leaving.” Suddenly, you can hear a pin drop in the room. Everyone stopped moving, stopped breathing.

“What?”

You hold up your phone. “He called.. said he had to go.”

A tear falls down Tigris’ face. “Did he say why?”

“No.” Is your immediate answer. Maybe it's a little obvious you’re lying, given the speed, but no one presses further.

“So what.. he’s just going to try his hand at surviving out there?” She brings a hand to her forehead. “He knows nothing about the woods.”

“Lucy Gray is with him.” Normally you’d be mad she was able to be so close to him, but honestly, you were happy he at least has her, a shot at surviving out there.

Tigris seems confused. “They’re running away together?”

Hurt swells in your stomach again. Were they? Was everything Coryo said to you a lie? You break down crying again. You’re disappointed about it, you hate crying, but it was foolish to think you were done mourning the love of your life after one good cry. “It’s not like that.” You shakily explain to her. “He wouldn’t—“ You interrupt yourself with a sob. Tigris wraps her arms around you and pulls you into her. You both lean back against your bed, holding each other, and crying.

Hours later, Tigris sleeps peacefully beside you, her arm draped across your stomach. You were turned on your side, facing her, and quietly crying. As you look at her, you note all the similarities between her and Coryo. You think about how you will never get to see him grow old, how he will never become the President of Panem, how you will never get married to him.

You fall asleep sometimes around midnight, you dream of a life with Coryo.

The next day, you stay curled up in your bed as Tigris goes to work. You get out of bed a few times to use the bathroom, but you have all your meals brought to you. Though, you barely eat anything. A few bites but that was it. You went in and out of consciousness, crying for a moment every time you woke back up to reality. You aren’t sure how you can sleep as much as you are right now. It seems impossible. But you do.

You hear your Father come home, and deja vu hits you like a brick. You glance at the clock, 7:23. 8 minutes late. Weird. You close your eyes again, hoping for more sleep, for more dreams of Coryo. But moments after, your bedroom door is opened and shut without a knock. You glance at the door and the breath is knocked out of you. It’s Coryo.

He rushes over to you and scoops you up in his arms. “I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t.. Coryo?” You start crying again, thinking that he has to be a hallucination. A sick trick your own mind is playing on you. “You’re not here.” You bury your face in the crook of his neck. It smells sort of like him, though. This is a really, really good trick.

“I am, I’m here. I’m not leaving you again.” He pulls away from the hug and holds your face in his hands, a gesture so normal it hurts. “I’m here, okay?”

You surge forward and kiss him, you can’t make up what you feel when you’re kissing him, joy like that can’t be forced, so when you feel it, you know he’s there. You gape at him when you pull away. “But I thought you had to leave?” You ask, forming a small smile, though tears still fell down your cheeks.

“I found the guns and destroyed them. And I passed the officer’s test.” He hesitates. “Yesterday Commander Hoff offered me a spot in district 2, I went back and took it. They sent me here instead and Dr. Gaul met me at the train station. She’s going to tell everyone I was in 12 as part of my internship.”

“Internship?”

He nods. “Dr. Gaul offered it to me. I start next week.”

Your smile widens. “That’s.. I don't even have words, Coryo.”

He smirks slightly. “Well, good thing we don’t need words.” He leans down and kisses you again. It's a long, sweet, kiss that you savor. When he pulls away, you’re left wanting more. “I meant what I said when I called you. I love you.” Butterflies erupt in your stomach, the ones only he can cause.

You grin and wrap your arms around his neck. “I love you too.” You finally take him in, his appearance has changed slightly. He’s wearing a white t-shirt with gray cargo pants, and his beautiful blonde curls have been buzzed. You bring a hand up to his scalp. “Your curls!”

“I know, weird, right?” He smiles and brings a hand up to his head too.

“A little bit, but you look so handsome anyways, I can hardly be sad.” You bring him in for another kiss, your favorite thing to do ever since the first one he gave you.

For the first time in months, you don’t doubt that everything is okay.

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

Taglist: @ems-alexandra , @becauseseaotters

#coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus fanfiction #coryo snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #tom blyth x reader #sejanus plinth x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes fanfiction #the ballad of songbirds and snakes x reader #lucy gray x reader #tigris snow x reader

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maxcuntstappen · 8 days

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maxiel + you asked me to join your friends for a game of beach volley but we have very different ideas on how serious it is

Max has to bite down on his lip to stop himself from cussing as he watches Daniel's body fall atop the glittering ground.

Usually, the sight would bring so much fucking joy to Max.

All of Daniel's golden skin on show, grains of sand stuck to his tattoos, the biggest smile on his face, his laughter louder than the waves.

Usually.

But right now?

Right now, Max wants to kick his boyfriend's shin and tell him to get his shit together.

Instead, Max shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath in through his nose, focusing on the smell of summer air and the taste of salt on his lips.

When he opens his eyes, he feels better. Ready to move on and have a jolly good time at a casual, friendly, FUN game of beach volleyball.

His resolve lasts for exactly one more shot. One more shot that Daniel fucking misses because he is trying to pirouette like a goddamn fucking ballerina while reaching for the ball.

"OKAY!" Max says, perhaps a touch too loud based on how Daniel, Oscar and Lando freeze, "We need a time out. I need a drink."

Max, in fact, very much does not need a drink. But he will use the reason to get the others to nod and agree.

They start moving to their little island of towels and water bottles and iPhones.

Max tugs harshly at Daniel's arm, making him come to a stop.

"Ow," Daniel whines, exaggerated and loud (and adorable but that is not on the forefront of Max's find right now).

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Max hisses, trying very, very hard to keep his volume in check.

Daniel looks equal parts taken aback and really confused.

He scrunches up his nose and eloquently replies with a, "Huh?"

It's cuter than it has any business being.

And any other time, Max would've kissed his nose before covering his entire face with many more.

But as he said, not at the forefront.

"We are losing at fucking volleyball to two of the least sporty people on the grid," Max says, hand still gripping Daniel's arm.

Daniel still doesn't catch up, only saying, "Uhhhhh."

Max rolls his eyes, dropping Daniel's arm to pinch his side.

"Ow, Max! What the fuck!" Daniel exclaims, a frown on his face.

Daniel reaches out to poke at Max's belly. But Max saw it coming so he simply steps back, leaving Daniel thrusting his finger through the air.

"Daniel," Max says, voice stern and serious, "I will not lose at fucking beach volleyball to those two twinks, you hear me?"

Daniel's eyes widen, and it seems like he's finally getting with Max's programme.

And then he keels over, body folded in half, arms wrapped around his stomach as he lets out his stupid, stupid, beautiful, gorgeous laugh.

"Max," he pants, before dissolving into a fit of guffaws again.

Max huffs, pissed at being laughed at and pissed that the sight of Daniel's laugh still makes his belly flutter even if he's the one being laughed at.

"Max," Daniel repeats, pushing through his heaving breaths, "Are you seriously pouting because we aren't winning at a fucking game of beach volley against our very dear friends, Oscar and Lando, who also, by the way, are very much not trying hard to even properly play and are only using the game as a way to bump into each other and feel each other up?"

Max's face flushes. It sounds silly when Daniel says it like that.

But it's not silly.

It's serious.

"Daniel," Max frowns, "It's of course very embarrassing if we are losing if they, as you say, are not even trying. I will not lose to them, Daniel. I will not."

Daniel chuckles, much softer this time, his hand coming to brush against Max's cheek, always so gentle.

"Okay, Maxy," he says, "Okay. We won't lose, okay? I promise."

Max nods, finally able to exhale a sigh of relief.

"Okay."

Max and Daniel win all the following matches.

Lando and Oscar don't seem to give a single fuck, all caught up in their own bubble of flirting jabs and not-so-quick kisses.

Max does give a fuck though. In fact, he gives several fucks.

And he makes sure to show his gratitude for Daniel's brilliant performance as his teammate by spending a couple hours on his knees that night.

#shorter than the other one LETS GO IM GETTING THERE #this was so so fun to write thank u anon im happy #maxiel #lav's ficlets #f1 fic #Daniel ricciardo #max verstappen

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thenewausten · 2 months

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please please more 2019 quackity 🥲💞💞!! it was too adorable

Thank you! Thanks for the request!

Quackity Imagine: Jealous boy.

Of course Quackity was the best best friend you could ask for, but he's not perfect, he's a human being, he makes mistakes.

He made a mistake, he fell in love with you. His best friend. It was not his fault, you were beautiful, gorgeous, funny and cool and had the most beautiful smile of the world. How could he not fall in love with someone like you?!

Well, he'd be dead in a minute if you didn't stop talking to a random guy and laughing with him. He couldn't believe it. Who was him?! "Bye!" He hears you say to the boy as you approaches your best friend. "I'm ready to go, 'Lex." You say with a smile on your face. "Who was him?" He'd ask you.

"Why? Are you jealous?" You'd mock him, laughing. "I'm not, Y/N. Just tell me." He says seriously and you stop laughing, rolling your eyes with the sudden rudeness of your friend.

"He asked me out. I met him yesterday in that football game I told you I was going."

"Uhm." He whispers, feeling his heart hurt a little with your words. "Are you okay, Alex?"

"Sure." He answers as he starts to walk a little bit faster than usual. "Wait for me! Are you sure?" You'd say, approaching him. "Yes, Y/N. Stop asking."

"Jesus, Alex. What's wrong with you today?"

"Nothing."

You were going to his house so he'd help you with your homework and then you'd play a little together like you always do. The path that used to be full of conversations and laughter was silent today and you didn’t know why, asking in your mind if you said or did something wrong to your best friend.

As soon as you two arrived you went to his bedroom, Alex was so quiet you were worried, but you decide to talk with him later.

He helped you with your homework, you loved to see Alex talk about whatever, but your heart melted every time he was teaching you mathematics or geography. You knew you shouldn't feel what you felt for him, knowing he'd never feel the same for you. "Y/N, are you listening?!" He asks as he sees you were rambling while looking at him. "Yes, Alex. Of course I'm." You answered, smiling. "Then what I just said?" He asks and you laugh. "Uhm- Cosine is equal to adjacent side over hypotenuse...?" He laughs and rolls his eyes at the same time. "This is geometry, we are studying algebra, Y/N."

"Really? They're not all the same thing?" He looks at you with a shocked expression on his face. "I'm kidding, pendejo." You laugh as he gets out of bed. "You're a terrible person, Y/N."

"Thank you." You see Alex leave the room, he was probably going to the bathroom and you receive a message of the random guy, asking if you were free tomorrow. You sent him a "yess" and when Alex came back, you sat on his bed and smiled."Guess who has a date tomorrow afternoon?"

"What?" He asks. "What do you mean?"

"I'm going on a date with the guy I met at the football game, 'Lex!" You answer. "Yes, Y/N, but tomorrow you were going to stream with me." Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

"Sorry, can we remark the stream?"

"Really?!" Alex couldn't believe in you. Remark the fucking stream so you'd go on a date with an asshole?! Damn, it was better if you killed him with a knife.

"Yes. I just said I'd be free, 'Lex, please!" You say and he doesn't answer you, just looks at your face. "Alex."

"No, I'll do it by myself." He answers. "Can you leave?" What?! Was he asking you to leave? "What?! Why?" You get out of his bed and try to approach him. "Just go, Y/N."

"No, I won't. I'm sorry, Alex. I really forgot, I thought we'd stream only in the next week!" You say, Quackity rolls his eyes with your words."Yeah, sure." You feel the bitter irony in his voice and your heart hurts in your chest. "C'mon, I really want to stream with you, 'Lex."

"Yes, I see it." Alex starts to put away the books he was using with you. "I swear." You'd whisper.

"Whatever." God, you loved Alex with all your heart, but sometimes you'd hate him. "Go on your date."

"Stop acting like that!" You say. "You're being so mean to me the whole day."

"Uh, sorry? You're the one who left me so you can go on a fucking date with an asshole."

"You're jealous." You'd whisper."Why?"

"I'm not." He'd deny. "Be honest with me, Alex. C'mon, man, we're best friends."

"That's the problem." He says and you can hear the sadness in his voice. "We're best friends."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't make me explain, Y/N, please." His voice cracks a little and you approach him. Your heart were beating so fast, does the boy you were in love with loved you back?

"Do you like me?" You asked, staring at his face. "I'm in love with you. I know you don't feel the same, but..."

"Who said I don't?"

Alex was afraid of losing your friendship, but at the same time, he was relieved to have said what he really felt for you. When you cut him, he looks at you with furrowed eyebrows. What? He thought, feeling his heart beating faster and gaining a little hope.

"Are you in love with me?" He asks, afraid of the answer, afraid of having misunderstood.

"Yes, dumbass." He smiles to you. "So there's no fucking way you're going to this fucking date tomorrow, Y/N."

"Fuck the date, Alex. I wanted to go when I didn't know my best friend was in love with me." You laugh.

"And you are in love with me." He says and you nod, with a smile on your face."Will you hit me if I kiss you?"

"Of course not, just do it." Alex smiles and leans in to kiss you, you feel his lips against yours and one of his hands on your cheeks, the other one on your waist. Kissing him was like an explosion of fireworks on New Year's Day, you both were in ecstasy as you experienced this kind of connection for the first time.

Alex break the kiss so you two can breath a little, he gives you a peck on the lips and holds your face with his both hands. "I love you so much, Y/N."

"I love you too, Alex, so much." You sit on his bed and grab your notebook with all those numbers and equations. "You have to finish helping me with my homework."

"Sure, but first we have more interesting things to do." He sits next to you, pulling your face close to his, you smile to him as he connects your lips.

Note: I'd do HC's but I dreamed with this one so I decided to write :D

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

Requests are open!

#qsmp #quackity #quackity imagines #quackity imagine #quackity x reader #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackityhq #alex quackity #qsmp brazil #quackity qsmp #quackity scenario #qsmp brasil

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starsandhughes · 1 year

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Has there been an incident with Sissy where Trevor had to go all protective bf while they are out at a bar or something?

Not So Happy Birthday covered a bad version of this, so here’s a “good?” version? doesn’t end in a trevor and sissy fight is what i mean by that

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“THAT’S MY FUCKING MANS!” you cheered from the stands after trevor scored the game winning goal. you love getting glass seats for ducks games. you liked being immersed in the crowd, and seeing your boyfriend occasionally slamming someone or getting slammed against the boards right in front of you was thrilling.

trevor blew you a kiss during his celly before skating to the bench. the final buzzer sounded, and the team made their way to gibby. you wiggled your way through the crowd to make your way to the locker rooms.

it was a good win; and a good win means that you, trevor, and jamie go out to the bar. you tended to wear your oversized zegras jersey with biker shorts under it so it’s somewhat of a dress. your hair is in braids, you went for no makeup, and you’re just really ready for a night out drinking fruity little drinks and teasing jamie for his lack of abilty to take a tequila shot without making a face.

it wasn’t, however, a good night.

trevor had gotten up to get you a drink, and jamie was in the bathroom, which made you alone at the bar table. this has never been a problem before, so you weren’t expecting it to be a problem now.

a guy slid up next to you in the booth. you tried to be polite, but he wasn’t budging. he placed his hand on your knee and slowly, but forcefully, slid it up your thigh. you grabbed onto his wrist and tried to putt him off of you, but his grip on your thigh intensified.

“my boyfriend and best friend are coming back, so could you please piss off?” you snarled at the man, who did not need the endless details that quinn is actually your best friend.

you tried once again to push the man off, “i don’t think so, gorgeous!”

“hey!”

now, this guy wasn’t taller than trevor, but he was bigger. and let’s face it, trevor can’t fight that well.

trevor grabbed the guy’s shoulder to turn him to face him and he punched him in the face, “i’m pretty sure she said to piss off.”

the guy stood up, and in one swift motion he gave trevor a firm right hook, causing him to stumble back into a table and spill some drinks. that’s when jamie came out and rushed over to you.

“are you okay?” he asked with his hands cupping your cheeks to get you to look at him. you were; you were more pissed than anything that guys do this. you were more worried that trevor was going to get seriously hurt.

your fears intensified when you heard a loud bang of someone falling to the floor, but when you and jamie whipped your heads around, trevor wasn’t the one on the floor. his face was already bruising, and his lip was busted, but he was the one standing.

the bar security was grabbing the yelling and protesting man off the floor to drag him out of the bar, and trevor said he’d go willingly, he’s just waiting on you and jamie. you leaped out of the booth and ran to your boyfriend, grabbing onto his face just as jamie did to you. he winced and turned away a bit.

“we’re gonna need to ice that at home, mr. hero,” you smiled at him.

“i think you should kiss it better,” he pouted at you.

“and i think you’re face is bleeding; let’s go,” jamie interrupted.

you smiled up at your boyfriend and gently kissed under his jaw, where the forming bruises were most evident.

“maybe i need to start an instagram series of how many times you get us kicked out of a bar,” you teased him.

“at least we didn’t end up i’m jail this time!”

#penalty box series: blurbs #penalty box series #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras blurb #jamie drysdale #hockey blurb #hockey imagine

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cupidszone · 2 months

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Almost a year ago I decided to write a legacy challenge inspired by my favorite legacy challenge, Crybaby Whims - @draeyad, and now it's finally ready!! This challenge doesn't have the same amount of drama as crybaby whims (in my opinion! consider it the clique in comparison to mean girls yknow) but I do think it's still pretty juicy!

Cherub Fears is a 12-generation legacy challenge taking inspiration from melanie martinez songs and the stories that pop into my head when listening to them lol. It's full of love, betrayal, heartbreak, friendship, and revenge so if that sounds interesting to you keep reading to get to the excitement.

°˖✧˚ ཐི ♡ ཋྀ ˚✧˖˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˖✧˚ ཐི ♡ ཋྀ ˚✧˖˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˖✧˚ ཐི ♡ ཋྀ ˚✧˖˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˖✧˚ ཐི ♡ ཋྀ ˚✧˖°

When I play challenges I don't listen to the rules/objectives 100% so I took that into account and tried to only give a few things to do per generation. If you encounter something in your own personal gameplay that don't like change it!

Don't have a trait from a specific pack? Change it! Don’t feel like doing 12 generations? Do 10, 8, or even just 2! Don't feel like maxing a skill? Don't do it! This game is meant to be fun and an escape from the real world do what makes you happy. (just don't change something for your own personal game and demand I change the rules to reflect your revisions please.)

If I have convinced you to play my challenge please use #cherubfears so I can see your wonderful gameplay! Ok, time to go forth and bring some mayhem into your sims lives!

Love,

Eros

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°˖✧˚ ཐི SIPPY CUP ཋྀ ˚✧˖° Generation 1

Traits: high maintenance, self-absorbed, outgoing

Career: Work from home

Aspiration: Successful Lineage to Serial Romantic

Colors: Scarlett & White

~ Blood still stains when the sheets are washed ~

You always knew you were destined to be a revered matriarch ever since you were a toddler. Your parents were always away when you were younger, all those business trips funneling money into your little hands to ensure you were well-manicured and presentable. An only child in a gorgeous mansion with expensive furniture and silence. Pretty on the outside, hollow on the inside. You always wanted to be just like them, stunningly loved by most and hated by few, but it's hard to idolize someone invisible so you vowed when you had a family of your own they'd be perfect. On your 18th birthday, you finally leave your house of glass behind to start your life. Very quickly you fall into what feels like how love was described to you by your maids/butlers and before you know it you’re married listening to the pitter-patter of tiny feet run around your small shabby suburban home.

It all seems so perfect until you're stuck in the shadow of your bumbling partner and dreadful children making being a parent feel more like a curse, you do what was taught, run away, and start over, so that's what you do. With a newer more daring lover in arms reach will they make you the glorious matriarch you were meant to be.

You're happier than ever and just like your parents.

Max charisma & entrepreneur skills

Get married to a rich sim

Glamorous house with mediocre interiors

Have at least one kid with them

Sweet but neglectful to kids

Fall in love with a criminal

Leave your family behind for the criminal

Start an illegal business with them

How will you keep your old life secret?

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˚✧˖˚ʚ SOAP ɞ˚˖✧˚ Generation 2

Traits: erratic, good, insider

Career: your choice

Aspiration: friend of the world

Colors: White & Pink

~ Uh oh, there it goes I said too much, it overflowed ~

You were always taught to keep your mouth shut but you were never a good listener so that could have gone better. Your parents always kept everything a secret: where they grew up, their first love, even their relationship with your grandparents. Still, you'd grown a special talent for reading between the lines and deciphering whispers. When you were old enough to go to school you were all too eager to make friends just so you could tell them all the secrets you'd collected, being a gossip in your family was basically a death wish although you didn't seem to pick up on the glares and sneers thrown your way. All you wanted was someone who'd listen and actually care about what you told them, but you were always yelled at and told to be more careful “or else”.

Wanting nothing more than to get away from that suffocating family you hoped and wished a sweet sim would come and whisk you right off your feet and one day you got your wish. They were gorgeous and thoughtful and curious just like you so it felt so easy to tell them everything, they were the love of your life after all. Unfortunately for you, that same naivety and goodness were again to your detriment.

Did they ever really love you or did they just want to get closer to the skeletons in your family's closet?

Bad relationship with parents

Give terrible advice

Max research & debate skills

Fall in love with an undercover detective

Get dumped after they arrest your parents

Will you ever find someone who gets you?

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°˖✧˚ ཐི CAKE ཋྀ ˚✧˖° Generation 3

Traits: Loner, glutton, ambitious

Career: bake sales/own bakery

Aspiration: soulmate

Colors: Pink & Yellow

~ We've got all the ingredients except you loving me ~

You didn't adore many things in life except for dessert. People always seemed to gossip far too much in your humble opinion, if you could you would get rid of every bad egg in your way. Sure you loved your family, most of the time anyway, but something about flaky croissants and decadent brownies was all you needed in life, mostly because they couldn't talk your ear off and you knew how to handle a cavity or two. Your parent despised that you kept so much of your feelings inside but they just didn't understand that sugar, butter, and flour were far more comforting than their advice. That's how you knew you were absolutely screwed after you met someone that made your heart flutter more than the scent of freshly baked pie. Sure they were so delectably beautiful but that was the extra cherry on top of meeting this wonderful sim. They were charming, witty, and so tooth rottingly sweet.

So when you found them with another sim that looked just like you in your beloved kitchen everything turned sour quickly. You were quick to leave them for bigger and better but uh oh, it looks like someone's got a bun in the oven.

Max baking

Make the highest quality of every baked good available

Partner cheats with a look-alike

Change style completely

Leave partner but someone ends up pregnant

The kid looks like mc = neutral relationship

The kid looks like ex-partner = negative relationship

How will you ever move on from this betrayal?

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˚✧˖˚ʚ FIRE DRILL ɞ˚˖✧˚ Generation 4

Traits: goofball, socially awkward, active

Career: your choice

Aspiration: academic

Colors: Yellow & Orange

~ Love is seeping out my pores, I don't hold anger anymore ~

Being so in your head as a child always seemed to get you into trouble but expressing your thoughts was worse for wear so you decided it was better not to speak at all. You assumed everyone hated you from the moment you were born which wasn't a hard conclusion to come to when your parent was indifferent to you at best. That's why when a fire started in your kitchen you didn't know what to do except run. Your parent(s) swore they weren't that upset at you for burning not only their beloved kitchen but also the house down so you chose to believe it was true since they were the only one in your life who didn't think you were completely weird. As the years went on you started to speak out little by little and decided to express yourself through your clothing.

When you reach high school you've kept the outlandish fashion and manage to find a few friends along the way too! They're not exactly the nicest but they're someone to talk to and you've learned forgiving and forgetting get you further in life. That is until you come back from your daily jog and find them stealing all your things and- wait, is that a fire?!

Maybe one day you'll find a sim who likes you for you but until then you'll keep trying to steer clear of flammable objects.

Accidentally set the house on fire

Max fitness via running

Never use mean interactions

Go to at least one festival each season (spice festival recommended)

Only friends with mean sims

Move out as soon as you're a YA

Meet and fall in love with a sim from high school who was mean to you

They betray you, steal all your belongings, and set your house on fire

Why do these horrible things keep happening to you?

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°˖✧˚ ཐི NURSES OFFICE ཋྀ ˚✧˖° Generation 5

Traits: genius, self-assured, clumsy

Career: scientist to astronaut to dream job (your choice)

Aspiration: never complete one

Colors: Orange & Cyan

~ I'm tired of wishing I was ditching ~

“Eureka! I haven't seen a sim this smart since well… ever!” a phrase you've grown to despise with a raging passion, luckily for you, a good poker face was next on the list of things you were gifted at. All your childhood you were paraded around like a prodigy trick pony answering equations and inquiries with ease at record speed and you hated every single second. You knew deep down it came from a sense of love and pride but there was always a voice in the back of your head that said otherwise. “They're jealous!” it shrieked “All they've achieved was light arson and a shitty relationship! You're the only thing they've ever done right in their life”. Of course, you knew those were terrible awful things to think of those who cared for you but what if it was right?

Your parent(s) wanted you to use your intelligence for “good” in the world but you were determined to live your own life and make your own mistakes without fear of their expectations… as soon as they looked the other way of course. When your childhood friend confesses their love for you your excuse to get away is right at your fingertips so you dive head first into that relationship and never look back.

Your parents can't be disappointed in your every decision now that you've moved out, right?

Max logic, handiness, and/or programming skills

Become a scientist

Have the opposite relationship with your parents

Become a scientist then switch to an astronaut (you don't like this either)

Become famous at some point

Follow your dreams once (at least) the previous heir dies

Was wasting the opportunity for a good relationship with your parents worth it?

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˚✧˖˚ʚ DRAMA CLUB ɞ˚˖✧˚ Generation 6

Traits: mean, recycle disciple, creative

Career: mixologist

Aspiration: master mixologist

Colors: Cyan & Purple

~ I’ma take a bow, so you can kiss my ass ~

Growing up your parent was the next best thing since grilled cheese, big whoop all they did was prove Sixam was real and now you've got to deal with the consequences! By proxy that makes you the world's next sim to fawn over, not because they think you're interesting, no they couldn't care less about you, it's your parents they're after and you're their golden ticket. Maybe things will be better for you once you start school, but that'd be too easy now, wouldn't it? Every sim you're interested in seems to lose all interest in you once they realize who you're the child of, or maybe their feelings were a facade the whole time. Either way, you're happy to rid frivolous romance and friendships from your life if it means one less sim getting on your nerves.

But that sentiment is easier said than done when you spend most of your nights as a teen in lounges or nightclubs. You may not have inherited your parent's huge brain but you knew sneaking out and staying out till school the next day was bad, that's why you did it!

If you had to suffer through celebrity status you were going to make it everyone else's problem.

Max mischief

Have atrocious reputation

Only negative interaction with fans

Only negative perks

Have a kid through a one-night stand (adopt/science baby if you want more kids)

Move off the grid as an adult

Never use social media again

Will your actions as a teen come back to bite you in the ass?

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°˖✧˚ ཐི DETENTION ཋྀ ˚✧˖° Generation 7

Traits: gloomy, romantic, bookworm

Career: actor

Aspiration: Fabulously wealthy

Colors: Purple & Gold

~ I'm chewing gum to pass this time of sadness, can't you see it? ~

You were a lonely kid never having any friends except for your sibling(s)/parent and the frogs you collected, to be honest, they were lousy company. Never wanting to partake in tea time or playing dress up sure soured your mood even more. You yearned to explore and discover the wonders of the world but mostly you wanted to be like the characters to read in your books, swept away to a wonderland beyond your wildest dream, or saved from your proverbial tower. Sure you were basically a modern-day way cuter Snow White stuck in the middle of nowhere but that's not the life you wanted! You were destined for greatness! Your name spelled out in big fluorescent lights but thanks to your very own Evil Queen now you had to earn that fame organically, ugh. Next thing you know you're snapped out of a particularly amazing daydream when a kid from your class you paid no mind to before shows up on your doorstep to rescue you from your dreary life and whisk you away to their castle in the hills!

Wait what? They're here for a project, not because they were overcome with a deep unrelenting maddening love for you? Oh well, you'll find a way for them to love you, or from the looks of it put your tremendous acting skills to use and pretend you loved them; if you had to kiss one geeky frog to become royalty it's what you'll do!

Whatever it takes to get out of here and into the big castle you deserve.

Max acting skill

Complete frog collection

Have will they won't they relationship with geeky sim give them traits (geek, squeamish, bookworm)

Dump them for their sibling

Have at least three kids (name children after fairy tales)

Is that “royal” life all it's cracked up to be?

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˚✧˖˚ʚ THE CONTORTIONIST ɞ˚˖✧˚ Generation 8

Traits: overachiever, perfectionist, unflirty

Career: doctor then your choice

Aspiration: musical genius but give up

Colors: Gold & Green

~ Caught you like the cold or a flu, praying that I’ll someday be immune ~

Straight A’s, good manners, a tidy room, and no drama. The perfect formula that any parent would love, well any parent except yours. Maybe if you were on the cover of a magazine or out posing for paparazzi instead of staying up late doing homework. You do anything that's asked but no matter what you're still the odd one out. Your siblings get praised for everything even when one of them gets expelled. “Well, you know school isn't for everyone sweetheart!” How is that fair? Instead of letting that anger and frustration fester you decided to fuel it by learning how to play any and every instrument you could get your hands on and for once your parent was proud of you! Truly proud of you, until they learned you didn't want to use your talents for the greatest thing in life, fame and fortune. Soon that outlet you loved so much turned into a curse as your parent found every opportunity to exploit you.

Overworked constantly without so much of a second glance, so one day you decide enough's enough the second you've got your diploma in hand you delete all your contacts and move as far away as the simoleons in your pocket will take you. Now that you're finally rid of that burden weighing you down on you, who will you become?

Max at least one musical instrument

Get at least halfway through the doctor career

Good manners and reputation

Parents never appreciate your work but take credit

Do everything you can for them to like you

Cut all contact (except for one sibling)

Use busking money and move away

Have a kid(s) and only use positive interactions even when bad

Only have 1 kid who likes you

Will you ever achieve the greatness you were destined for?

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°˖✧˚ ཐི THE PRINCIPAL ཋྀ ˚✧˖° Generation 9

Traits: family-oriented, loyal, jealous

Career: teacher

Aspiration: super parent

Colors: Green & Light Brown

~ I've tried to make you listen but you won't, it's your way, right? ~

You didn't have high expectations in life seeing as you were raised by a parent that was jaded from such a young age but you were determined to see the best in the world. You never faulted them for their outlook on life. I mean how terrible must have felt to be constantly belittled and used by someone who was supposed to love them? Well, you wouldn't stand for it that's for sure! All your life you wanted to make a difference that would last for generations, especially in the school system, you worked year after year to be the teacher you and your parent always wanted and deserved. You worked relentlessly to become the kind of teacher who would see when kids were hurting, bring everyone's favorite snacks, and wasn't just there for the measly paycheck. On the rare days off, you weren't going over your lesson plans, you spent them hopelessly scrolling through dating apps wishing for a match that would lead to the love of your life, or at least a lover for the night.

So when you meet a struggling single parent on a blind date you volunteer to help them with the very little time and money you have, even going out of your way to take care of their kid on the weekends. Very quickly you build a relationship with both sims, so much so that your mysterious beau's child admits their parent is swindling you of your money and not caring for them!

You have to do something about this, it's the principle!

Max parenting

Write children's books for extra cash

Helping out a partner with their kid

Giving your partner money but they use it on other things

Find out they're rich but neglecting their kid

Adopt the child and cut contact

How will you handle this responsibility?

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˚✧˖˚ʚ TAG YOURE IT ɞ˚˖✧˚ Generation 10

Traits: paranoid, proper, cheerful

Career: your choice

Aspiration: successful lineage

Colors: Light Brown & Grey

~ Your mother said to pick the very best girl, and I am ~

To say the relationships in your family were tragic would be a massive understatement, did a spellcaster curse your entire bloodline to an eternity of romantic suffering or what? You were weary of the cautionary tales thrown your way, each one weaseling its way into your head until you were scared to fall in love altogether. But the thought of ending up all alone kept you up all night long as well, so what were you to do? Ignore those feelings and pretend they don't exist of course! It would be ridiculous to live the rest of your life in fear besides you having more important things to worry about like game night with family or trying to kick that sweet tooth of yours. Every once in a while though your heart would ping at the thought of someone baking cookies with you and teaming up with you to finally beat your parent in Simbles but your paranoia kept that wish deep inside.

One night when you're walking home from an event at school a sim appears from the shadows to profess their love for you…weird. You remembered vaguely seeing them around the halls but they seemed nice enough and you were getting bored of the mononity of your life so you decided to ignore that little warning voice in your head and give them a chance.

You're happy and finally feel like you've found your person, what could possibly go wrong?

Start dating the first sim that shows interest in you (give them traits mean, jealous, paranoid)

They're nice to you in front of friends & family only

Meet an excellent sim that's love at first sight (give them traits ambitious, clumsy, art lover)

You break up with them they won't leave you alone

Start a self-defense club

Have a kid with the nice sim but your ex is convinced it's theirs

Your ex kidnaps them while you're on a date

What lengths will you go to get your child back?

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°˖✧˚ ཐི MILK & COOKIES ཋྀ ˚✧˖° Generation 11

Traits: geek, snob, adventurous

Career: detective

Aspiration: Renaissance sim

Colors: Grey & Blue

~ Next time you're alone, think twice when you grab the phone ~

“How come you're the only family I know?” A question that always got you sent to your rundown bedroom. There was no malice behind the question, you were just a kid after all, but it was always gnawing at your mind especially because you had the faintest memories of someone raising you who wasn't them. Ever since you were young you've wondered why both parents weren't in your life. Of course, it was perfectly normal to be raised by one sim but your parent seemed flighty whenever you asked them about it. Come to think of it, they acted differently when you asked anything about them or the rest of your family. They never wanted to play games with you, your friends were never allowed over and you were constantly moving! After a while, you developed a resentment towards their secretiveness and you decided to take matters into your own.

While they were out doing who knows what you worked tirelessly to find just who this person was that called themself your parent. For years you found things out little by little but once you reached your teen years (and third home) you decided to give up your search, that is until a mysterious sim shows up on your doorstep while your parent is away. Who are they? How could they help you escape this shell of a person?

And why does that missing piece of you finally feel whole?

Max 3 skills connected to the worlds you live(d) in

Join detective career once you've settled your roots

Always have at least one pet

Donate most of your paycheck to charity at least once a week

Live in three different worlds before settling down in the world you were born in

You don't know who you are or what you want in life but you'll find out the truth

Now that you've uncovered some secrets will they make your life better, or worse?

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˚✧˖˚ʚ MILK OF THE SIREN ɞ˚˖✧˚ Generation 12

Traits: kleptomaniac, music lover, hot-headed

Career: Part-Time job as a Teen

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Colors: Blue & Black

~ Nothing wrong with a little havoc, it's fun when shit hits the fan ~

You have lost faith in humanity, it's sad to admit but it was the truth. Your parent went through hell and back over one person's horrible decision and they now had to live with the aftermath. Sure they were a great parent and they turned out fine enough given the circumstances but you still lay awake at night listening to their muffled sobs just a couple of feet away. You were angry for them, your grandparents, and your ancestors who suffered awful fates but most of all you were angry for yourself and you wanted the world to pay. You picked up a part-time job as a teen to help out around the house but if you're being honest that sucked too so you had to find a different method. You didn't consider yourself an evil person but you were realistic and knew you weren't exactly an angel either. Sure you didn't need to steal from people but they were rich jerks that sure as hell didn't deserve their mommy and daddy's “pocket change”.

Your parent worked their ass off putting away criminals just to spend their little bit of money giving to people in need and taking care of you. There was one kid you felt kind of guilty about robbing because surprisingly they were sort of cute if you looked past the excessively expensive jewelry and weirdly pointy teeth. Too bad they weren't cute enough to stop you from breaking into their house. You left with something pretty valuable but you don't remember actually stealing it or how you got back home. And now that you think about it you feel different, not quite human anymore…

Something strange is going on!

Have a close relationship with your parent

Be enemies with the person who kidnapped your parent (if they managed to stay alive)

Resentment toward the world

Make at least 20,000 simoleons through stealing

Have a negative friendship with an occult sim (give them traits family oriented, loves outdoors, glutton)

Get turned by occult sim

How will this supernatural event change your life?

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