#if it doesn't make the cut this Friday there is always next Friday

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

I’m on day three of this antibiotic and i feel worse pysically today than when I started it 😭 (mentally I’m feeling a little better though 🤷‍♀️). At least the bloody sneezes seem to have stopped but I think that has more with me taking a break form the nasal spray.

#personaljelly #I need to start editing some stuff while I have the time today if I want to post them tomorrow but I am tired. #There will be at least one merman fic if I get around it it but I probably won't post the other one I finished. #I'm not feeling up to sharing Giant whale mer and and his tiny lil mer boyfriend yet #But I am thinking about making it a series when I do. Just I'm already posting one update for that ship and interaction are already low #and i'll be disappointed if they tank. #I also am hoping to post the follow up to baby boy. #but all of this depends on if I have the energy level #if it doesn't make the cut this Friday there is always next Friday #Sell my Soul is the only grantee

[swiftlyinlove]

Santa Doesn't Know You Like I Do

pairing: Spencer Reid x f!reader

summary: You and Spencer are best friends, but there's always been a little spark between you. When he cancels your plans for Christmas, you're determined to prove that you know him better than anyone else.

warnings: idiots in love, christmas fluff, a little angst if you squint??

word count: approximately 4.5k

a/n: Hi! It's been a long time since I wrote much of anything, but writing this for Christmas has been an absolute joy. I love Spencer so much, and this poor boy just suffers... I wanted to give him a happy ending for Christmas - or a happy beginning. I hope you like it.

The first thing you realized after the beep signaled the end of the phone call was how weird Spencer was acting lately.

To be fair, you two had an unconventional friendship. Due to the nature of his job, Spencer was often busy and therefore you couldn’t communicate as much as you'd like to, but you'd set up a base rule to make sure you never lost touch with one another: mandatory Friday night video call.

Every Friday, without fail, you would Facetime. Spencer wasn’t fond of technology, you were aware, but he’d gladly face his prejudice and lack of knowledge of anything digital if it meant talking to you. It didn't matter if he was home or if he was in another state for a case; come nine pm on a Friday, you two would be catching up about your lives.

That, of course, meant that you'd grasp at every opportunity you could to be with each other. He was in town for a case? You would meet up and have dinner if he had time; if he was doing something important and couldn’t finish it in time for dinner, he would drop by your place at the craziest hour in the morning and lie down next to you, gently shaking you awake to reveal he had gotten take out from your favorite restaurant.

Despite being awakened from your slumber, you would greet him with the brightest smile he’s ever seen - well, after letting out a little shriek of surprise, to which Spencer would respond with an “It’s me, little menace” and a chuckle that would make your heart flutter every time. 

The nickname had originated from your childhood. Spencer didn’t have many friends in middle school, and the fact that he was much smarter than kids his age didn’t help. His classmates either made fun of him or avoided him altogether, but you were… different. 

When you first moved into town, you were very nervous for your first day of school. Making friends was never easy for you, as your peers would deem you rather weird for always having your nose stuck in books. However, you quickly realized you had nothing to worry about - it took one look at little Spencer Reid, reading Crime and Punishment at the lunch table, for you to know you had found your place.

You sat next to him, ignoring the snickers from the so-called “popular kids”. He hesitantly lifted his gaze from the wrinkled pages - you reckoned he had probably read that book many times before -, expecting to see someone with a mean scowl ready to taunt him.

Instead, his wide eyes were met with your bright smile, your rosy cheeks, and your adorable ponytails, and he frowned in confusion. “Hello…?”

“Hi. I’m Y/N.” You greeted him excitedly. There was something about him that made you feel confident, so you continued. “I’m new here and I noticed you were sitting alone. And that seems like a really cool book if you don’t mind me saying, and I just thought you-”

You cut yourself off, realizing you were rambling. You could feel your cheeks warming up, and you were sure you looked as flustered as you were feeling. Before you could even dwell on how embarrassed you felt, Spencer’s lips broke into a smile. 

And that was it. From that moment on, you had been inseparable. Well, perhaps not physically; after all, he was academically way ahead of you and everyone else, and he even managed to graduate from high school at only twelve years old. 

That didn’t stop you from hanging out every moment you could, nor from exchanging letters every single day when he went to college. To this day, you still had those letters, safely tucked into a charming wooden box you kept on your bookshelf, but you’d never tell him that (although you were sure he knew, as the great profiler he was).

So, despite being separated due to your busy jobs - his more than yours - and living in different states, it wasn’t a surprise when you started arranging to spend the holidays together.

Since his mother was still institutionalized, Spencer didn't really have anyone to celebrate the holidays with and therefore didn't care much for the traditions. You, on the other hand, loved the holidays, but since your parents had passed away when you were in college, you were also alone during the season.

Thus, you cut a deal. Every year, he would use his extra vacation days to take a week off around Christmas and you would take turns visiting each other. Usually, you were both very excited about this occasion – it was one of the rare opportunities you had to be together in person, and you missed each other terribly.

This year, though... You had just called Spencer to confirm the date so you could book your flight to Quantico, and he had simply managed to say he couldn’t take time off before hanging up on you.

You were confused by this but chalked it up to it being one of those days for him. Working at the BAU, Spencer had to deal with a lot of gruesome cases often and, after a really bad one, he didn't find any energy to do much of anything.

While he'd never avoided you per se, when those days coincided with your phone calls, you would try to comfort him the best you could, and sometimes even managed to cheer him up a little. 

This time, you didn't even have the chance to, and that threw you off. Still, if Spencer was in a bad mood, maybe he just didn't feel like talking. Not even to you.

Deciding to not push it any further, it's only a few days later that you brought up your trip to Quantico, this time via text. You spent the entire day nearly jumping at your phone each time it vibrated, expecting a notification with his name on it.

It was only later that night that you'd get your answer in the form of an ‘I can't this year’. You read the text over and over again, eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. Perhaps it had been wishful thinking, but you had hoped that, once he was in a better mood, he would be just as eager as you for your shared holiday season. 

It occurred to you that perhaps something happened, perhaps he couldn't file for a vacation because he had a big case that he couldn't step away from.

But if that were the case, he would've told you so. He would've explained, apologized even, and tried to schedule another date for your trip to make it up to you. So, you concluded, he just didn't want to see you.

That thought haunted you for the entire week.

Finally having enough of feeling blue and not getting any work done, you decided to go straight to the source in search of answers. Well, source adjacent - Spencer was still replying rather coldly to your texts, so you couldn’t ask him directly. Penelope Garcia was the next best thing.

You had met the members of the BAU after a particularly successful case in your city. Their flight would only leave in the morning and Spencer thought he could take the opportunity to take you to the cinema for a late-night movie, just like the good old days of your adolescence.

However, Penelope and Rossi had other plans. To properly celebrate their hard work that led to saving multiple women who had been kidnapped a few weeks prior, they decided to take the team out for dinner in a nice restaurant.

��And it’s mandatory. It’s not like we have anything else to do tonight, so no excuses.” She had warned in a playfully threatening tone. 

Spencer shifted in his spot while putting away his things in his satchel. After all the years he worked at the BAU, he still hadn’t told his coworkers - his found family, really - about you. It was the one thing he kept close to his chest, the one secret he wanted to keep forever.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he brushed his hair behind his ears, not daring to turn and face the team while he spoke. “I sort of already have plans.”

His voice was so quiet that the team wasn’t sure they had heard him correctly. After a moment of silence, Derek’s lips curled into his (in)famous smirk and he gently nudged Spencer’s side, making the lanky boy turn around to face his friends.

Spencer’s cheeks were flushed and he kept his eyes trained on the ground, not wanting to face the curious expressions on their faces. But when Derek nudged him again, asking him “Who’s the girl?” with such a teasing tone, he couldn’t help but look up.

“She’s just a friend.” He blurted out, eyes immediately widening upon the realization of what he admitted.

While the rest of the team just shrugged it off and dived into their conversations, Derek patted him on the back - the force of which sent Spencer stumbling a few feet forward -, and Penelope lit up like he had just told her that he won the lottery.

“You have to bring her!” Penelope begged, grabbing his arm as they walked towards the door of the local precinct they had been working on for the case. “I want to meet this mystery woman.”

Penelope didn’t say it to him then, but she was sure you weren’t ‘just a friend’. She might’ve not been a profiler, but the look in his eyes when he spoke about you and his hesitation to cancel your plans for the sake of the team made her think that perhaps you were much more special to him than he realized.

Her suspicions were, of course, confirmed when he showed up at the restaurant a few hours later with you in his arms, wearing an elegant black dress and a radiant smile on your face as you whispered something to him, immediately breaking into a fit of giggles.

Spencer tried to feign indignation at your comment, but he couldn’t help but smile as he led you to his friends, who were all watching the interaction with surprise and disbelief. Your laughter calmed when you reached the table, but the smile never fell from your face as Spencer introduced you, looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky. That’s when Penelope knew.

You clicked rather well with his friends. They were, naturally, very curious about you, and you did your best to answer all their questions. Meanwhile, Spencer, who was sitting next to you, placed a hand on your lower back, making sure you didn’t feel overwhelmed under the attentive eyes of his friends.

Penelope and you were a match made in heaven, Spencer reckoned. You quipped back and forth the entire night, even swapping numbers by the end of it, and Spencer even joked that you had found a new favorite FBI agent as you made your way to his car.

Chuckling at his statement, you stopped in your tracks, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning up to place a tender kiss on his cheek. “You’ll always be my favorite. But she’s a close second.”

Spencer was sure his heart had stopped right then and there and that he had gone to heaven.

Since that night, you frequently called Penelope to talk about numerous things - from the latest TV shows you were both hooked on to recipes for dessert -, but you rarely talked about Spencer. Until today.

“Penny, I need your help.” You blurted out as soon as the blonde answered your call. 

“Woah, woah, calm down my friend,” Penelope answered, amused and slightly worried about the urgency in your tone. “What’s on your pretty little mind?”

All it took for Penelope to know something was wrong was two words. “It’s Spencer.”

“What about boy wonder?” The technical analyst questioned, trying to make sense of what you were saying.

“He’s been acting so cold lately.” You explained, sighing in exhaustion as you plopped down on your couch. “Well, you know how we always arrange to spend the holidays together?”

Penelope hummed in agreement - every year when Spencer would put in a request to take time off during the holidays, she would make sure it was at the top of Strauss’ paperwork, knowing he was doing it for you.

At her approval, you continued. “This year I was supposed to come to Quantico, but every time I try to bring it up, he shuts me down and just says that he can’t. I don’t understand why he’s acting like this and it's been driving me nuts all week.”

The blonde’s eyebrows furrowed as she looked at your image on the phone. 

“Are we sure we’re talking about the same person? Because he seemed pretty excited last week. He wouldn’t shut up about how he found the perfect gift for you and how he couldn’t wait to see your face when you opened it.”

This confused you even more, and you frowned as you processed her words. “Yeah, well, this week he can barely text me back. I don’t want anything crazy, Penny, I just want to be with him for Christmas.”

“I don’t know what happened. As far as I can tell, he did put in the request for a vacation.” Penelope replied. Then, her face lit up in realization and she cursed under her breath. “Morgan.”

“Morgan? What does Derek have to do with this?” You asked, more disoriented than ever.

“Wait here,” Penelope said, quickly getting up from her chair and leaving you to stare at her empty office. She returns a few minutes later, looking pretty annoyed, to see you making a cup of coffee in your kitchen.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, sweet cheeks.” The blonde said apologetically, making your gaze return to your phone, forgotten on the counter as you waited for her.

You quickly picked it up, registering her distressed expression. “What happened?”

“I found out why Reid’s acting like an ass to you.” She replied, her voice softening as she saw the glimmer of worry in your eyes. “It seems like Morgan has done quite a number on him.”

“What do you mean Morgan has done a number on him? What did he do?” You questioned, growing irritated by Penelope’s ability to beat around the bush. You loved her, you really did, but you just wanted to know what happened.

“I’m not sure I should be telling you this, but since you’re so upset…” Penelope trailed off, pursing her lips. “Morgan better pay me back.”

“Penelope, just spit it out.” You interrupted, your impatience reflected in your tone.

“Fine. I told you Reid wouldn’t shut up about you, and Morgan may or may not have teased him about his feelings for you and it may or may not have caused Spencer to clam up in his shell.” Penelope rushed through her words and you blinked, unsure you had heard her correctly.

You could feel your heart beating in your ears as you asked her, “Spencer… Has feelings for me?”

Penelope looked reluctant to answer your questions, clearly not wanting to violate Spencer’s privacy. Ever since she met you, she knew you and the resident FBI genius were destined for each other, but she wanted you to discover on your terms.

“Penny, please.” You sounded out of breath, and it cleared any sign of hesitation on Penelope’s mind. 

“Baby girl, I can’t be the one to tell you that. You have to ask him.” She responded, her voice full of empathy. “But between me and you, I’m pretty sure you know what the answer is.”

Spencer was certain that he was in the 9th circle of hell. 

Ever since Morgan’s comment, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He always knew what you two had was special.  You knew how to make him laugh; Spencer didn’t consider himself to be difficult to entertain, but he could be quite oblivious to his coworkers' jokes sometimes, especially if they were about him. But you? Oh, you managed to make him laugh hysterically with a simple comment, and it endeared him. 

You had been with him through the good and the bad, after all. You were there at his graduation, celebrating his first Ph.D. - and the two that came after that, too - and you were right there by his side when he watched his mother be dragged away to a mental institution, holding his hand in an attempt to comfort him.

That was what he loved most about you. He could always count on you to be there for him. He recalled the first moment he realized you were much more than a friend to him.

It had been after the Tobias Hankel case. Spencer slipped in and out of consciousness as the doctors dragged him through the hospital, murmuring to themselves about testing the drugs in his system and checking his vitals.

His life wasn’t in danger anymore, but he was oh so tired. He had spent days upon days of captivity without a wink of sleep, locked in an empty cabin where he was tortured by two of Tobias’ personalities, and all he could think about between getting tormented and getting drugged was you.

He was sure he was going to die then, and his main concern was that he wouldn’t be able to see your pretty smile again. He would tell you this when you appeared at his bedside a few hours later, claiming that you received a call from the hospital - unsurprisingly, you were each other’s emergency contacts - and had threatened a stewardess to get a ticket to the next plane to Virginia, and you would call him ridiculous for it.

It was only when you were sitting next to him on his hospital bed, his head leaning against your chest as you combed your hands through his hair, that he allowed himself to cry, to reveal how truly scared he had been under Tobias’ hands.

You whispered sweet nothings in his ear as you softly lifted his head, making sure he was looking at you when you softly kissed his tears away. His arms had tightened around you, a silent sign of his gratitude, and he knew then, he knew, you were everything to him.

How could he have not fallen for you after all that? 

But he could never tell you. He had been rejected many times in his life, but if he was to get rejected by you? He was sure his heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

So he tried to bury his feelings deep inside him, keeping you a secret from the people who knew him best and, when the time came, introduced you to them. As a friend. Because that’s all that you were. Friends.

When Morgan teased him about his feelings for you, Spencer entered panic mode. If Morgan could see Spencer was madly in love with you, then you could see it too - you could always read him like a book, after all.

And if you hadn’t brought it up… You didn’t want to. He knew you’d never want to hurt him, so the only logical conclusion he could reach was: you don’t feel the same.

He tried his best to avoid you. Cutting you off whenever you brought up your plans for the holidays, replying to your texts with short answers, and even refraining from watching Doctor Who in his free time, because it only reminded him of how you two used to lie on your couch during summer break and watch it together. 

What he didn’t count on was opening his door in mid-afternoon on Christmas Eve and seeing you standing in front of him, coat covered in the snow that was falling outside the comfort of his building and a small smile on your face.

“Merry Christmas, Spencer.” You said bashfully, not sure how he would react to your presence. 

“Merry Christmas.” He replied, his breath knocked out of his lungs at how beautiful you looked standing there. He might have fallen in love with you all over again. 

After a beat of silence, he wet his lips, looking at you with the same wide-eyed gaze he greeted you with when you were kids. “What... What are you doing here?”

Your lips curled into a sheepish smile. “What, you thought I was gonna miss Christmas?”

Seeing you in front of him, hearing your voice without the faint static of the phone for the first time in a while… it was surreal to him. He couldn’t help but cave in and wrap his arms around you, pulling you closer into a tight hug.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders just as tightly, your body finally relaxing against his. You could feel his nose nuzzled into your neck, and you smiled against his shoulder.

“I missed you.” You whispered, letting your words linger between the two of you.

“I missed you too.” He whispered back, and you knew he was sincere. “I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you.”

“I know.” You breathed in his scent, pressing a soft kiss against his shoulder before pulling away. He reluctantly let you go, a remorseful smile on his lips.

Spencer guided you into his apartment, and you took note of how he put up your usual Christmas decorations. “You managed to set up the tree by yourself?” You teased him.

He chuckled, watching as you settled on his couch and patted the space next to you. He promptly followed your lead, sitting down beside you. “Yeah, it was a real challenge.”

Before you could even reply, Spencer reached out to grab your hand, his thumb softly caressing your knuckles to calm his racing mind.

“Look, I’m so sorry. I’ve been stuck in my head lately, and it’s not fair that I treated you like that. We’ve had this tradition forever and I feel like I disrespected it and-” Spencer rambled, and you pressed your lips against his to shut him up.

Your sudden action stunned him, and he couldn’t help but succumb to your spell. Placing his hands on both sides of your face and closing his eyes, he kissed you back as gently and tenderly as he could, feeling you melt against him.

Once you pulled away, his eyes fluttered open, looking at you with a lovestruck, surprised gaze. He seemed to be speechless, which made you giggle.

“I hope that was on your wishlist this Christmas.” You joked, leaning your forehead against his. 

Your gaze softened as you took in his expression. “Penny told me everything. In all seriousness, I understand why you did it.  I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t just tell me.”

He gulped, feeling vulnerable under your loving stare. He always got the impression that you could see right through him.

“I know. It’s just… I’ve been in love with you almost my entire life, and when I finally realized it, I was afraid that if I acted on them, you wouldn’t want anything to do with me.” He murmured, his tone growing sadder.

“And when Morgan joked about my feelings for you, I just realized that maybe I hadn’t been as discreet as I thought and perhaps you already knew and didn’t talk about it so you wouldn’t hurt me.” He continued, closing his eyes again as if the mere thought was too painful to bear. 

He took a deep breath, his thumbs starting to slowly brush against your cheekbones. “I didn’t want to face you and find out if it was true, because… Because my heart couldn’t take it.”

You listened quietly to his words, his touch on your skin grounding you and sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach. It broke your heart to hear him speak like that, as if the mere thought of you feeling the same never crossed his mind, as if it was absurd. 

You knew he had low self-esteem, a permanent scar from all the times he was bullied throughout his life, but his self-deprecating view never ceased to shock you.

“Spencer…” You whispered his name like it was sacred, like he was something to be worshipped, and it made his heart skip a beat. “I know all your favorite songs, how you take your coffee, and your favorite books. In order. I know you. I’d be crazy not to love you.”

You could feel him exhale in relief at your quiet confession, his racing mind finding solace in your words. “Really?”

“Of course.” You replied with a chuckle, leaning forward to press a feather-light peck against his lips. “I’ve been in love with you since we were, like, sixteen. All I ever wanted was to be the one to give you everything you want.”

He smiled as you pulled away once again, thinking about how much time you two had lost while dancing around your feelings. Although, he supposed, it wasn’t lost time - you had spent those years giving each other love, even if it wasn’t necessarily romantic.

“We’re both idiots.” He replied, making you laugh once more. You stood up, grabbing both of his hands and guiding him to the kitchen. He followed you with a bright smile on his face; he would follow you anywhere, he suspected.

“I was thinking I could make those cookies you like and, afterward, we could perhaps… snuggle by the fireplace?” You suggested, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. 

He pretended to think for a moment, before he finally gave in, pressing a delicate kiss against your temple. “Anything you want, little menace.”

Spencer hummed, burying his face further into his neck. “I was thinking of reading a few books. Santa was going to keep me company.”

Later that night, when you were both snuggled up against each other in front of his fireplace while eating the gingerbread cookies you both made, you asked him curiously, “What were you planning to do for Christmas, if I hadn’t shown up?”

You laughed quietly at his admission. “Well, Santa doesn’t know you like I do.”

“No, he doesn’t.” Your genius agreed, peppering little kisses onto your skin. “You’re the best Christmas present ever, do you know that?”

“Yeah? Wait until you see what I actually bought for you.” You replied, a playful smile on your face. “Besides, a little birdie told me you got me the perfect Christmas gift.”

“I’m gonna kill Penelope.” He muttered under his breath, sending you into a fit of laughter. 

Well, maybe this Christmas time

You'll finally realize

That I could be the one

To give you everything you want

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[kpop---scenarios]

Day Three: Changbin

Pairing: Changbin x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Smut and..Smut [18+ MINORS DO NOT READ]

Word Count: 1.1k

Day One: Felix | Day Two: Jeongin |

You let out a big yawn, situating your outfit before you walk into the empty gym. Late on Friday nights, you had a private session with Changbin, your personal trainer. They usually close around 5 pm, but he always comes to train you at 8 pm every Friday. You like to think it's because he has a thing for you, but most likely, he's just trying to be accommodating. However, that doesn't stop you from relentlessly flirting back and forth with him.

You swore you could cut the sexual tension with a knife when things got sweaty and you were ready to take things to the next level, if he was interested, and tonight you were going to find out.

“Hey.” You smile, setting your bag down. Changbin turns around, a grin plastered on his face as he sets down his weights. “Hey you.” He says, walking over to you. “Are you ready to go hard?”

“I'm ready to go very hard.” You smirk. You can see a slight blush creep across his face.

“As usual, we'll start on the treadmill to warm up.” He says, pointing to the machine. You knew the routine, but he always told you. Treadmill for 30 minutes, stretching, squats, push-ups, sit-ups, the works. He liked to work you until you were dripping sweat.

An hour later you're laying on the mat, sweaty while he looked so fucking good. He wasn't sweating at all, in fact he smelled so fucking good. “Deadlifts today.” He grins. He knew you hated them, which is why it made him happy to make you do them. You weren't terribly upset about it, because now you could finally see if there was truly anything between the two of you. You get into place, the weights on your shoulders, your hands in position and Changbin standing behind you, closely for support. You squat down with the weights and as you come up, you stick your ass out every so slightly. Just enough for it to graze his cock. You're watching him in the mirror as you squat down again, and stick your ass out and graze his cock again. He lets out a deep breath as he shakes his head, trying to focus.

“Again.” He whispers. You squat down again, this time sticking your ass out even more, grazing him again, but you pause, squatting down again and going back up just to tease him a little more. You can feel how hard his cock is as you come back up.

Changbin clears his throat, stepping away from you. “Take a break.. I'm gonna lift some weights.” He says looking around, all his blood must have rushed to his other head. You watch him in the mirror lay down on the bench as he lifts weights. You can see his cock pressing against his sweatpants and you fucking wanted it. You walk over to him standing in front of his head to spot him. But instead you just distract him. You bend over letting your tits spill out of your sports bra a little.

“Fuck.” He groans, continuing to lift.

“You okay?” You ask, cocking your head to the side.

He sighs. “You're making it really hard to concentrate.”

“Why is that?” You ask.

“Because all I want to do is bury my cock so deep inside you.” He says, continuing to lift. You walk around standing near his legs now. He watches you as he lifts the weights up and down. He watches you slip off your shorts. He watches you get down on your knees and pull down his sweatpants, letting his cock spring free.

You get on your knees, wrapping your hand around his cock, slowly pumping him as you watch him struggle to focus on lifting the weights up. You laugh as you move forward a little more, wrapping your lips around his tip. You take your tongue, swirling it around the tip.

“Christ.” He groans, as he slightly bucks his hips. You slowly swallow more of him until he hits the back of your throat. “Fucking hell.” He yells as you bob your head, forcing his cock down your throat even more. You lift your head, taking a breath before you swallow it again, making him groan loudly.

“Sit on my cock before I fucking cum in your mouth.” He snaps. You release his cock with a pop, and stand up. You can feel your wetness spilling from inside you. You go to straddle him, placing your hands on his chest as you slowly sink down onto him. You throw your head back as your pussy swallows his cock. He thrusts up, pushing himself deep into you.

“Fuck.” You cry out, rocking on him, grinding your clit against him as you ride him. He reaches up, gripping your ass, giving you a hard slap as he thrusts up, slamming himself inside you. He rams himself inside you a few more times before he sits up, you continue to rock on him as he lifts up your sports bra, letting your tits out. Changbin reaches up, pinching your nipples before cupping your breasts, putting his face in between them. He wraps his lips around your nipple, sucking hard while you bounce on his cock.

“Oh shit.” He groans, his hands now roaming your body. “You gotta cum.”

“I'm.. right.. there.” You whine, grinding faster on him. Your clit was at the perfect angle to rub against him, the feeling of his cock deep inside you, leaking precum made your orgasm come even faster. “Fuck I'm cumming.” You cry out, your body tensing as pure pleasure releases through your body.

“I'm close.” He moans.

“Cum in my mouth.” You whisper. You get off of him, getting down onto your knees as you take him in your mouth, slurping up your cum from his cock, shoving him down your throat and sucking hard.

“Jesus christ.” He yells, throwing his head back. you use your hand to jerk him off while you sucked in his tip, teasing him, while your other hand gently groped his balls. “That's feels..so fucking good.” You start to go faster and harder, he was like putty in your hands, the pants and whimpers that came from his lips made you want to do more to him.

“Shit, I'm cumming.” He cries, his orgasm hitting him hard. He's breathing heavily as he shoots his cum into your mouth, panting from the unexpected work out. You look up at him and smile, swallowing his cum. He looks shocked, his mouth open wide.

“What? You haven't seen that before?” You chuckle.

“Nuh uh.” He says. “I'm keeping you forever.”

#changbin #changbin smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids #skz #seo changbin #skz writing #stray kids writing #skz fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop writing #kpop smut

[evangelical04]

A Single Daffodil || 1

Summary: Getting arranged to be married to your long-time crush wasn't exactly the fairy tale romance you were hoping for. Nor is the dynamic of the marriage, with your husband treating you like you don't exist. But you're going to make this work, whether he cares about you or not. And he definitely doesn't...right?

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Rating: 18+ minors DNI

Word Count: 2.7K

Genre: angst, romance, unrequited love, smut, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage au, businessman yoongi

Warnings: parental trauma, sibling trauma, toxic parents, unrequited love, explicit language, alcohol usage, yoongi's kind of mean, future smut

Author's Note: hello! i'm Eva and this is my first fic on tumblr ever! I've been a reader for so long and I've always wanted to write my own stories, so I figured I finally would. I know it’s kind of short but I promise the other parts will be longer. Please give me any feedback you have and let me know if you'd like there to be a tag list or anything! I hope you guys like it!! p.s. I'm totally posting this instead of doing my morphology homework that's due in 15 minutes

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The door to your childhood home looked artificially welcoming. There were too many flowers lining the walls encasing the looming wooden door. The grass on the lawn just was a bit too green without a blade out of place and the paved walkway was freshly powerwashed and missing even a speck of dirt. You let out the deep breath you were holding and gently took hold of the overly ornate bronze knocker adorning the painted wood of the door. Two loud thuds rang out as you knocked and the door quickly opened afterwards.

“Hello, Miss Y/N, your parents have been expecting you.”

“Yes, I know. Thank you, Mrs. Oh,” you responded quietly, nodding at the grey-haired woman. She shot you a sympathetic smile before ushering you in, taking your coat and carefully laying it over her arm. After removing your shoes, you followed her past the foyer to the living room where your parents awaited. 

You knew what was coming, you knew that this had been decided long before you were born. Yet, you still felt unprepared. You had grown comfortable, living in your simple apartment in Gangnam and your quiet work routine. Biting your lip, you reprimanded yourself internally, You should’ve brought this shit up in therapy before it happened.

“Here we are, Miss Y/N,” Mrs. Oh said, snapping you out of your self-pity session. You nodded gratefully at her, sending a small smile her way. Her eyebrows wove together in her own pity-ridden expression and she quickly whispered, “Good luck,” while exiting swiftly. You steeled your nerves and forced your chin up high, knowing that you’d most likely cower inwards as soon as you faced your parents anyway.

Stepping into the room, you noted the almost intervention-like setup your parents had arranged themselves in, with your father sitting proudly in his reclining, leather armchair, clad in a dark blue quarter zip and khaki pants. Your mother stood facing the fireplace, arms crossed, in a simple and elegant turquoise dress and hair tied up in a tight and neat bun, with her baby hairs smoothed back to prevent any imperfection. You could almost imagine her pinched mouth, forever encased in a stern and unamused expression. 

“Hello father, mother,” you started, trying to smooth the slight trembling in your voice. Your mother turned around, eyes narrowing at your form, “Sit down.”

You promptly obeyed.

“Your father and I have decided on your marriage. It’ll be to the Min family, to Min Yoongi.”

“What? To him? But,” you began protesting but your mother quickly cut you off with a steely glare. 

“It has already been decided. Your wedding will be in eight months. I’ll forward you the invitation list and you can add three people of your choosing. You’ll be having dinner with us and the Min family on Friday at six. I’ll have Yujin send you an email with further details. Don’t be late.” 

You looked to your father in a desperate plea but were only met with stony silence and a passive face. You turned back to your mother and registered the composed expression painting her face. Your fate had been decided, and it had not worked in your favor at all. Rising slowly, you set your hands by your side and bowed towards your parents, “I understand. I’ll be there.”

Your mother swiftly exited the room, evidently deciding the conversation was over. You could hear her dangling earrings tinkling against each other in what felt like a mocking melody. Your father calmly produced a cigar from the table next to him and lit up, no longer acknowledging you either. You let out another slow breath and walked out. 

Collecting your coat from Mrs. Oh, who tried to give you a comforting shoulder squeeze but it felt more like condolences than anything, and made your way to your car parked in front of the gate closing off your parents’ home. 

That’s it then.

You felt eerily calm yet stressed as you started up your car and carefully reversed out, making sure to avoid hitting the carved statues your parents had in front of the iron gate. As you drove home, your mind started racing with the information you had been relayed. 

Min Yoongi as your soon-to-be-husband? What irony.

Does he even know you exist?

Will you be able to survive this?

Hand gripping the steering wheel hard, you quickly dialed the most recent number in your contact list. She answered after only two rings.

“Y/N! Are you still alive? How’d it go?”

“Hi Joohee, not great. I’m completely and totally fucked.”

Joohee chuckled on the other end of the line, “Want to come over?”

“Yes,” you breathed, “I was hoping you’d offer.”

“I’ll get the booze.”

“Min Yoongi? Now that’s ironic,” Joohee chuckled, seemingly at your expense. You shot a glare her way which she shrugged in response to.

“How long have you been crushing on him? This is, like, practically fate. Maybe this’ll be a good thing.”

You scoffed in response, “A good thing? Joohee, be serious. The last thing I want to do is get with my long-time infatuation, not crush, by forcing him to be my husband.” You took another swig of wine. It was a cheap pink Moscato, perfect for nights like these with Joohee. 

Joohee shoved a pillow in your direction in an effort to gain more room on the couch you had stuffed yourselves onto. The trash reality dating show you had on in the background was showing a rather dramatic fight but you paid it no attention, “It’s just…I haven’t talked to him in the last, what, five years? He probably doesn’t even remember me. And you’ve heard the rumors, I don’t think he’ll be exactly thrilled at giving up his playboy lifestyle just because he has to marry me.”

“What if he doesn’t give that up?”

You stared at Joohee in slight surprise, “What do you mean?”

“Like, what if he says that he doesn’t want to stop hooking up with other people? What will you do?”

Your brows furrowed as you considered the question, “I don’t know, I guess. I mean, I can’t really stop him. I guess I’d just have to live with it.”

Joohee hummed in response before continuing on, “Well, this is happening whether you like it or not. Just try to make it amicable at the least. Maybe it’ll work out, you never know. Just look at Jin oppa.”

Kim Seokjin, Joohee’s older brother and a friend of Min Yoongi’s, was arranged by Joohee’s parents to marry Song Yeonhee, and the two had seemingly fallen in love after a rocky start to their nuptials. You had seen them recently at Yeonhee’s baby shower and she had been glowing, looking unbelievably happy. You recalled the loving gaze that Seokjin had sent her during the party and the pang of envy you felt, knowing that you would likely never get to experience that. 

“Yeah, well,” you responded, “He’s an outlier. Most of these types of marriages don’t work out. I have a feeling I’m going to be a part of that group.”

“You’re too negative, you haven’t even met him for dinner yet. Maybe he’ll surprise you. You just have to give him the chance.”

You mulled over Joohee’s words and nodded, “Yeah, maybe you’re right. I guess I’ll see how Friday goes.”

You weren’t technically late. 

While you still had about 5 minutes before the dinner officially started, you weren’t early, and that was unacceptable by your mother’s standards. A mini emergency at your job had left you scrambling to leave on time, only noticing the late hour when one of your coworkers asked if they should order take-out for the team. After profusely apologizing to your team, they encouraged you to go, practically shooing you out the door, claiming they could handle the situation for now. 

Which left you barely on time to park in the lot outside the ridiculously fancy Japanese restaurant your mother’s assistant, Yujin, had sent to your email earlier that week. You quickly stepped out, smoothing out your dress that you had kept in the backseat of your car and had hastily changed into in the parking lot of your office. Tugging down the hem, you took a moment to look at your reflection in your car window and attempt to look more presentable. Your hair was slightly frizzy but nicely combed back, and you had extremely minimal makeup on from only remembering last minute this morning, and your eyes looked tired. 

You felt tired.

Shaking off your nerves, you headed inside the restaurant giving your family name to the hostess who took you back to a private room where your mother and father were waiting. Your father spared you only a cursory glance before returning his gaze to his phone and your mother looked you up and down before uttering a curt, “Hm.” You held in an eye roll and quickly sat next to them, trying to calm your heart rate for the sure-to-be exhilarating dinner ahead. At six on the dot, you spotted the same hostess leading the Min family towards your table. Your mother stood, welcoming them and urging them to sit down. You stood as well, a little less welcoming, a lot more obligated. 

Mrs. Min looked like the epitome of a rich older woman with dark black hair combed back and glittering jewels lining her ears and neck, complementing the midnight blue gown she had on. Mr. Min was dressed quite similarly to your father, in a simple suit, the only difference being his starkly greying hair providing quite the contrast to his dark blazer. Close behind them was the person you were the most anxious about meeting, Min Yoongi. His pitch-black hair complemented his slightly tanned skin nicely and his feline eyes remained straightforward and untelling. He was dressed in a simple black suit as well with an expensive-looking watch adoring his wrist. His mouth was closed tightly and he did not smile at your mother when she greeted him, not at your father when they sat down across from your family, and certainly not at you.

Your hands nervously played with each other in your lap as you took your seat again. You listened quietly as the mothers exchanged pleasantries and the fathers gruffly greeted each other. You were trying to avoid looking at Yoongi as much as possible.

“So, Y/N,” Mrs. Min started, making you startle to attention, “How old are you now?”

“Twenty-nine, ma’am.”

“Ah, so only a bit younger than Yoongi. That’s good then. How is your work?”

You felt your father stiffen next to you and prayed your discomfort didn’t show on your face, “Good. I’m in the middle of producing a new project with my team.”

“How lovely. Although I’m sure you’ll be leaving that soon after the wedding. You won’t need to work then after all,” Mrs. Min smiled at you. It was hard to read her so you couldn’t tell if she was being genuine or not, though if you had to guess, it was likely the latter. Your job was a point of contention with your family. Choosing to work in a video game production company did not go over well, and if your older brother, Kyungsoo, hadn’t been in line to inherit Seo Industries, you would’ve never been able to keep it. 

You smiled awkwardly in response to Mrs. Min and returned your gaze to the empty plate in front of you. 

As the conversation dragged on, you couldn’t help but steal a glance or two at Yoongi, who was periodically checking his phone and looking permanently bored of the conversation. Not that you could blame him. The dull talk of social circle gossip and work was beginning to get grating, and even the introduction of fancy entrees wasn’t enough to stop your stomach from feeling queasy. 

Yoongi had yet to say one word to you. To be fair, you hadn’t said anything to him either, but he had barely looked in your direction since he entered the private dining room. How exactly were you supposed to start a conversation with that? 

Soon after the desserts came out and were finished, with you politely refusing, feeling like you were going to throw up any second, Mrs. Min suddenly pushed her chair back and stood. She looked down at you and Yoongi and announced, “Well. I think we can leave them to talk on their own for a bit. Why don’t you join us for a drink at our home, Eujin-ssi?”

At the sound of her name, your mother stood, nodding, “Yes, that sounds lovely. Let’s let them get to know each other a bit more.” With that, the parents swiftly gathered their belongings and left, before you could even protest, leaving you staring open-mouthed at the exit. 

Slowly, you turned to face Yoongi and were startled, seeing his eyes already boring into yours. 

“Let’s get one thing straight,” Yoongi stated, his deep and stable voice wrapping around you for the first time that night, “This marriage means nothing to me. It shouldn’t to you either. I’ll do my thing and you do yours. Most importantly, stay out of my life except when necessary. Just because my parents are forcing my hand doesn’t mean I have to adhere to every little thing. Nothing will be changing except for our living situation and a ring on our fingers.”

A little stunned, you could only stutter a passive agreement and watch as he rose and left without sparing you another glance. 

Letting out a deep breath, you closed your eyes, trying to understand what had just transpired. Your heart raced as you quickly stacked up the dishes to be a bit easier for the busboy and quickly made your way to your car. Sitting down in the driver’s seat, you vaguely registered Min Yoongi’s cold demeanor towards you.

It seems he didn’t remember you after all.

The dress you had on was itchy, but you knew if you complained, you would only end up with a sharp stinging on your cheek and tear-filled eyes. You had escaped the boring party with grown-ups and were sitting outside on a stone bench in the garden, trying to remedy your hurt feelings at the hands of the mean, older boy, Hyunsoo. 

He had confidently poked fun at your appearance, saying the dress was a bit too small on you and that your parents should’ve sprung for a size that could fit an elephant instead. He continued on, saying your parents must’ve forgotten to vaccinate you for measles considering all the red spots on your face that were actually acne. Being a tender twelve years of age and going through the worst bits of puberty, his words hit you hard and you quickly ran from the scene into the garden. 

Unable to contain your tears, they slipped down your face in large droplets and soaked into the front of your dress. 

“Hey, you.”

Startled, you looked up to see a boy a couple of years older than you standing in front of you, black hair shining in the light from the garden lamps. His sharp eyes trailed down your tear-stained face. You quickly turned away in shame, not wanting to undergo any more embarrassment tonight. 

“Hey, snot-face.”

You shot him a glare but softened when you saw his hand extended, holding a handkerchief, his face turned slightly away, “Use this. You look ugly while you’re crying.”

You gingerly took the cloth from his hands and blew your nose, noticing him wince out of the corner of your eye. 

“Thank you,” you managed and he only rolled his eyes in response. 

“Yeah, whatever. I think Joohee’s looking for you,” he grumbled before turning on his heel and stalking off back towards the party. 

Confused, your eyes followed after him, not knowing how he knew that Joohee would be looking for you. You unfolded the handkerchief and noticed an elegant embroidering of three letters in black near the bottom, MYG. 

Oh, you realized, Min Yoongi. Joohee’s older brother was friends with him but you had never seen him before. Joohee had described him as kind of rude and quite closed off, but you disagreed. He certainly didn’t seem that bad.

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[luveline]

extremely random thought for shy friday: r works up the courage and bakes steve some kind of baked good. little do they know it’s with the one ingredient steve absolutely HATES (idk man like grapes or something) and he feels bad so he doesn’t tell them and eats it until dustin or someone walks in and is like 🤨🤨🤨 ur eating that???

thank you for your request! steve x shy!reader

Steve knows that while you may not seem nervous on the surface, you're a shy girl. You're always overthinking things, always watching people out of the corner of your eye so you can respond to their behaviour. You minimise yourself.

It's why he can't tell you he doesn't like raisins. You've made him something, expressed your creativity, your passion, and your feelings (he thinks) through baked goods. Steve's sure your German apple strudel would be delicious if he could stand raisins. He does a great approximation of a smile as he eats one.

"You like it?" you ask hopefully.

"Who doesn't?" he asks, clumsily avoiding the question. "Everybody likes strudel. Thanks, Germany."

Your smile cleaves him open. It's a mixture of incredible sweetness in line with your proferred treats, a hint of bashfulness he adores, and your usual go-to grin. It's familiar and new at once, and Steve wants to take a photo.

"I promised some to your friend," you say, closing the lid of the tuppperware you'd brought with you, "but what he doesn't take you can have. I kind of made them for you, anyways."

Steve melts. He's cool and sophisticated, obviously, but his stomach goes molten at the idea that someone would care about him enough to make him food from scratch without his having to ask, and that someone being you makes it all the more warming. He feels like jelly.

He's slow on the upkeep, and doesn't know who you mean until Dustin and co. are peddling up to the bench you're sitting at full pelt. Steve curses under his breath as they come to a slow, and Dustin's eyes hone in on your box.

"You have the goods?" he asks, like this is some box office drug deal, and not like he's interrupting your almost-date.

You shake your box gently. Lucas and Will share an enthusiastic, "Nice!"

Mike, less prone to distractions that aren't his girlfriend, nods at Steve's hand. He's frowning. "What are you doing?"

Four sets of eyes move between Mike's stare and Steve's hand like spectators at a tennis match. Steve can't tell him to cut it out while you're looking, so he polishes off the apple strudel, feels sick at the wrinkly, gelatinous texture of the raisins as they go down, and glares at the kids full force. "What, you're so greedy you need them all?"

"You don't like raisins," Mike says.

Dustin blinks at him. "You actually ate one of those?" He shifts on his bike, foot on the ground so he doesn't fall. "You said raisins are the evil cousin of a chocolate chip."

Steve doesn't know what's worse, the embarrassment of being caught red-handed or your tiny pout.

"Sorry," he says to you quickly, uncool, so uncool, "I mean. No, I don't like raisins. But they were still good!"

You're expressionless despite his insistence. "It's okay," you say, and there, a twitch to your brow he actually understands for once. You're amused.

You dole sweet treats out to the boys and they bike off calling thank yous and giggling like idiots at the mess they've made, no doubt. You smile down into your almost empty box, one remaining strudel with nowhere to go.

"Steve," you murmur, sounding pleased, "why didn't you say something?"

He hooks his elbow over the back of the bench. "And tell you to your face I don't like what you made for me? I know I fell off the wagon, but I'm not hopeless. You don't do that to girls."

"Well. Next time, you should. Is there anything else you don't, uh, don't like?" Steve can't hide his surprise. You drop your gaze to your lap. "You know, so I can make you something else?"

"You want to?"

You rub your thumb against the opposite index finger. You can't meet his eyes, but Steve knows you're alright.

"Yeah, I'd love to make you something you'll actually enjoy. Was kinda the whole point."

Steve places his hands between yours where they worry in your lap, dipping his head to the side hoping it'll encourage you to look up. You do, and he can practically see the heat emanating from your face, even if there's no evidence of blush.

"Anything you make I'll like."

"So long as it doesn't have raisins," you say.

He squeezes your hand gently. "Exactly. And maybe not too much cinnamon. It makes me think about my great grandma's house. Which wouldn't matter, but she totally died choking on a snickerdoodle."

You laugh, and you clamp your free hand over your mouth.

"That's terrible," you say between your fingers.

He elbows you gently. "You laughed. Makes you the terrible one." He thinks about your offer, and how sweet you are, and how horribly he fucked it up by pretending to like something he didn't. "Thank you. For the thought."

You take your hand from your cheek and place it over his. It's practically aflame it's so hot, and your lips are worse when you dot forward to kiss him. You were likely aiming for his cheek, but he turned a little and it ended up a centimetre from his closed mouth.

You sit back sharply.

"You're welcome," you say, eyes widened.

"Thanks," he says again. He clears his throat.

He pretends not to notice how flustered you are from your almost kiss. Maybe he should poke a little fun at you, call you forward or eager or in a rush, but he doesn't.

He'd be a hypocrite to make fun of you, because Steve's flustered too. Your lips are the sweetest treat you could give.

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[sissy-cheri-949-usa]

FEMINIZATION STEP #1 - PANTY HIM

One of the best ways to feminize a man, is to make him wear “girl clothes”. Putting your sissy (CD/TV) in panties is a great way to begin the process of his transformation.

Start off easy with panties. I’m thinking a soft color like pink, white, lavender or yellow. You're initial timing is crucial! Start with a Friday/Saturday night at home, watching movies, etc.. Then as things move to the bedroom, give him a night to remember, while he is pantied. Then don't say anything for a few days. Let his psyche absorb it. Next weekend, repeat; etc.. Keep This up for several weeks/months. What you are doing is IMPRINTING his psyche. He will associate the panties, to the great nights with you.

As for style of panties, anything works, but I would recommend something really sissy like full cut. You want as mush silk/satin touching his skin as possible. When we get to man-scaping, this will become apparent what we are trying to do. Make sure to try different styles initially, so he can experience things, full-cut, etc. Keep him guessing, and anticipating.

Later, we will get to his second pair of panties. Sissy's should always wear 2 pair of panties (to be explained later). But a nice thong or G-string feel perfect when he is plugged. A first pair can be used to "contain" (granny panties), with a second ultra-frilly pair on top. Also, first pair can have "rear-access" hole, for Mistress, while second pair are at sissy's ankles, etc.. Lots of scenarios.

After he has become used to being pantied on the weekends, we move to weekdays, under his male clothes. Start slow, maybe 1 day per week. Start with Fridays, as to build anticipation for the weekend. Then the weekend can include ultra-feminine panties like super, frilly, little girl panties. It's hard to be "manly" when wearing Princess panties !!!

When you have him wearing panties like a good boy, s/he’ll be so much more submissive and willing to please! When alone at home, make sure they are super frilly !!!

Wearing panties daily is a must for a sissy so s/he better get used to the feel and look of them!

P.S. one great idea is to have him match the color of his chastity cage with his panties. For example, if he is wearing a pink cage, have him wear pink panties as well!

For work, it doesn't matter if he still wears boxers over his panties. You just want him pantied, and not to be exposed. This is YOUR SECRET. This builds intimacy and trust in your relationship.

If you found this article helpful please reblog. There are many Cross-Dressers & their Wives who need to know. Comments are welcome; please be nice, so I can learn to improve.

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[thefatedthoughtofyou]

The first time Steve touches the guitar Eddie makes a strangled sound in his throat. Steve freezes, looks at Eddie, his mouth is hanging open, and he's frowning. Steve sets the guitar back down, so fucking gently.

"Sorry. I just- sorry." He nearly whispers, stands back up, back straight, his palms moving over his thighs. Eddie clears his throat, shakes his head, removes his black guitar from his lap as he stands.

"No it's okay. I didn't mean to like... make that weird fucking sound. Just um... it was my moms." He says, his hand wrapped around the neck of the black guitar as he holds it at his side. Steve's eyes go wide.

"Shit. I'm sorry. I wouldn've-"

"It's okay really. Here. You can use this one." He holds the guitar out. Smiles when Steve steps closer, hesitant as he raises his hand. Eddie nods. Steve takes it, climbs onto Eddie's bed awkwardly and sets it in his lap. Watching as Eddie gently picks up his mothers guitar and sits back down.

Eddie smiles at Steve, strums a few notes.

"Do you play?" He asks, because Steve's never said anything about playing. Never touched one of Eddie's guitars before. But Eddie had noticed him watching, as Eddie plays, or writes songs, while they hang out.

Steve's at his house a lot these days. Eddie feels like they might be dancing around something. But he hasn't been brave enough to make a move. Or even ask a question. They just... spend time together. He's been teaching Steve about DND for Dustin’s upcoming birthday. Steve wants to surprise him. And he'd been letting Steve read his copies of Lord of the Rings. It's been taking him a while.

But he lays on Eddie's bed while he reads, feet kicked out in the air above him when he lays on his stomach, as Eddie plans his campaigns, or writes songs, and tries not to think about how Steve looks like he belongs there, in Eddie's bed, frowning down at Eddie's tattered books until he looks up and asks Eddie to explain something for him.

And Eddie does. Always.

But this is new. Steve holds Eddie's guitar in his lap, a soft smile on his face, his fingers holding the neck gently. He shakes his head at Eddie's question, just the smallest movement.

"Naw. I always wanted to learn. But my dad always said-" he cuts off, his eyes jumping to Eddie, his cheeks flushing a little. Eddie's never met Steve's father, but he's sure he could guess some of the things he'd said. Steve shakes his head again, tries to smile.

"I just never got around to it. And then things went to shit around here so..." he shrugs, moves his thumb over the strings. Eddie smiles at the sound.

"I like how it feels. Holding it though." Steve says, blinks up at Eddie. Eddie wills his mouth to work, to say something, to say fucking anything, but it doesn't. He just smiles, softly, and nods. Steve looks away, back down at the guitar, and Eddie does the same. Fingers moving over his mother's guitar as he tries to work out the next verse he's writing.

~°~

Two months later he still hasn't said anything. But they have a rhythm now. Eddie's at home, doing whatever it is he's doing that day. Planning, or drawing, or writing. Maybe even just watching tv. Steve shows up, goes to his room, gets the black guitar, and sits with it in his lap, some days until he leaves. And Eddie sits, and watches him, and tries to will himself to say something.

It's a friday. It's raining. And Steve gets off work early, comes to Eddie's. Like always.

He takes a shower, changes clothes, and then crawls into Eddie's bed, guitar settled in his lap. Eddie looks up from his notebook, watches Steve's brow furrow as he moves his fingers over the strings. Just positioning them, not making any sound. Turns out that's all it takes, Steve's little frown.

"I could teach you." Eddie blurts, Steve startles, just a bit, a small flinch before his eyes move to Eddie, brows raised.

"Ya know if you- if you'd want... that." Eddie's lame attempt to backpeddle falling out of his mouth in fragments. But Steve smiles, big and bright.

"Yeah? You'd do that?" He asks, his hand flat against the guitar now, he's practically cradling it to his chest, holding it to himself like it's something special.

Eddie shrugs, tries to play it cool.

"I mean yeah. It's not a big deal. Just, guitar. Kinda my thing." He huffs a laugh when Steve's smile grows impossibly bigger.

"Can we start now? Or are you- you're busy. Planning stuff." Steve voice drifts to a soft dismissive tone, like he's talking himself down. And Eddie hates it. Hates that he's been conditioned to talk himself down from his own excitement. Eddie slaps his notebook shut with a purpose. The noise loud in the quiet room.

"We can absolutely start now. C'mhere." He moves from his desk to the edge of the bed, reaches for his moms guitar, stops, thinks better of it and just settles his hands on his thighs as Steve shuffles to the edge of the bed to sit next to him.

Eddie watches him look at him, waiting, and so fucking close. He can hear the rain on the roof outside.

"Where do we start?" Steve asks, his hands flexing as Eddie watches him.

"I'm gonna teach you some notes. See how well you pick it up." Eddie says, trying hard to keep the smile on his face to a minimum. Steve nods, serious.

"What if I suck at it?" Steve asks, his fingers fluttering nervously over the strings. Eddie looks at him, narrows his eyes.

"You've never played before? At all?" He asks, head tilting. Steve shakes his slowly, his cheeks tinting as he looks at his knees.

"Well then, and I hate to break this to you sweetheart, but you're probably gonna suck. At least a little. At first." Eddie scrunches his nose, delights in the way Steve's mouth drops open as he looks Eddie.

"You gonna be able to handle that? Not being perfect?" Eddie twitches his head to the side, bumps his shoulder into Steve's, Steve rolls his eyes, bumps Eddie back.

"I'll do my best." He huffs, his brow furrowing again as Eddie begins to guide him.

He plays something small, shows Steve how he moves his fingers, and then lets Steve mimic him. He picks it up pretty quick. His ears and cheeks flushing a pretty red when Eddie complements him, tells him he's doing good.

It takes Steve about three hours to realize Eddie had been teaching him a DIO song. He rolls his eyes again, shoves Eddie off the edge of the bed, but goes red again when Eddie says he's proud of him for recognizing it at all.

~°~

A week later, Steve comes rushing into his room, guitar in hand. Eddie had let him take the black acoustic home, so he could practice there as well. He stops short, his legs bumping into Eddie's bed, and then he looks, shy.

"Well good morning to you too Harrington." Eddie sighs, yawns, stretches his hands above his head and smirks as Steve's eyes trail over his stomach, his shirt riding up off his hips.

"Yeah. Morning." Steve says, his voice distant, eyes still focused on Eddie's mid section.

"What can I do you for?" Eddie asks, smirk planted firmly on his lips now. Steve's body jerks, just a fraction, as he tears his eyes away from Eddie's hips, to look at his face.

"What?" He asks, sounding startled. Eddie laughs, shakes his head.

"Forget it. What's up? You looked excited." Eddie says with a shake of his head, pushing himself up in bed a bit. Steve's eyes move to the ground, his fingers tighten on the neck of the guitar.

"I just- wanted to show you something. But you like... just woke up. Did I wake you up?" Steve asks, his voice going high like he's just realized he may have woken Eddie up. Eddie shakes his head, rubs at his eyes, holds back another yawn.

"Whaaaat? No. I've been up for ages." He smiles, watches Steve's face drop.

"Really?" His eyes narrowing as they move over Eddie, pajamas still wrinkled, hair a fucking mess he's sure.

"Yep. Been awake for hours. I mean I woke up at like- what time is it?" He looks at the watch on his wrist, his eyes bugging out.

"It's 7am!?" His voice is high, incredulous, he sounds... maybe a little disgusted. Steve clears his throat, his free hand going to his hip as he looks down at Eddie. Eddie clears his own throat, crossing his arms, schools his face.

"I mean... it's 7am. Which I knew. Because I've been awake since like... 5 o'clock. So 7am is the perfect time. For you to show up here. In my trailer." He glances to the small window in the door outside his room, his face falling a bit.

"Before the sun has risen, even. How... wonderful." His voice is flat by the time he finishes speaking, and he can see Steve trying not to laugh at him.

"I'm sorry I woke you up." He says, and he sounds so sincere Eddie can't even really be mad. He will be taking a nap later though, for sure. He yawns, waves his hand.

"It's fine babe. Just show me whatcha got." He wiggles his fingers at the guitar and Steve flushes, nods, and steps back, sits himself in Eddie's desk chair, and moves the guitar into his lap.

Eddie's heart flutters as Steve starts playing. It always does. Ever since that first day when Steve had picked up the DIO rif he'd shown him. It had been small, but he'd looked so proud of himself when his fingers had danced across the strings perfectly, bringing the tune to life.

Eddie smiles when he recognizes the song, some Billy Joel number Steve was always humming. Eddie had actually been playing peices of it here and there recently, sometimes, without paying attention. But it reminded him of Steve, and so his fingers tended to play it when his mind began to drift.

He smiles as he watches Steve play, his hair falling in his face a little, his brows knitted together in concentration. Eddie bites his lip and refuses to think about moving his fingers over those furrowed brows. Refuses to think about how Steve might let him. Refuses to think about how soft Steve's skin might feel underneath his calloused fingers.

Steve's own fingers pick that moment to stumble, he misses notes, trips up, flushes deeply and curses himself, his head hanging as he stops, takes a deep breathe.

Eddie was proud, he'd gotten better at dealing with messing up. But he could tell he was upset.

"Steve." He says name gently, too genlty, maybe, for this quiet morning in the dark. Steve huffs, but looks up at him.

"I always fuck that part up. It's too fast." He sighs, his voice harsh, he's being hard on himself. And Eddie doesn't know if it's the early morning hour, or the fact that it's still quite dark in his room, or maybe it's the fact that he hadn't slept much and now Steve was in his room. But he scoots back, just a bit, and pats the bed, swinging his legs over the edge.

And his chest flutters again when Steve doesn't even hesitate to come and sit beside him. Doesn't flinch away when Eddie presses close, moves his arm around Steve, curls his fingers over his on the guitar.

He does feel Steve's breathe catch when Eddie sighs across his neck, but he keeps the smirk off his face. Instead he strums the guitar, moves his fingers quickly, hitting the notes that Steve missed with ease. And he almost laughs when Steve turns, his shoulder pressing into Eddie's chest as he gapes at him.

"How did you- you know how to play this song?" Steve asks, his eyes wide. Eddie shrugs, his eyes dropping to Steve's lips, he's so close.

"Parts of it. You hum it a lot." Eddie says, almost whispers between them. Steve's face does some strange movement, jumping between a smile and frown and back again.

"Wait, have you never even heard the song?" Steve asks, his voice accusing.

"I dunno. Maybe like once. It was on in your car that time right?" Eddie shrugs again, looks away from Steve, his cheeks heating in the dark, with Steve so close. And Eddie is still sleep warm, and he swears Steve keeps leaning back into his chest.

"You're not even sure if you've heard the song and you can just play it like that!?" Steve asks, his voice a little louder now. But there's an amused edge to it that Eddie can't shake.

"Yeah. I'm-" he stops, swallows, his palms are starting to sweat so he moves his hands away from Steve's, hears him make a small sound in his throat, and finally, looks back at Steve's face. His features have softened, his eyes still sparkling with amusement, but there's something else there too.

"You can just play things by ear like that?" Steve asks, his voice soft, he's looking at Eddie, really looking at him in the low light of Eddie's room. And Eddie's arms are still wrapped half around him, he swallows, and nods.

"Guess so. Never been great at actually reading music. I don't focus well." He scrunches his nose.

"No. You?" Steve teases, and Eddie feels any lingering insecurities wash away. He shrugs.

"Yeah. I wasn't sure I could teach you actually. And I might have you all messed up. But you're good. Real good." He says it softly, and feels, without a doubt, Steve lean back, pressing his back into Eddie's chest.

"I think you're a good teacher. Maybe a little impatient sometimes." Steve elbows him gently. Eddie flushes, his hand moving to Steve's shoulder.

"Shit was I? I was trying really hard not to be." He frowns, and then Steve is turning, letting the guitar slip slowly to the floor. Eddie gulps, Steve's face is so close, and he's so warm pressed against him. And Eddie might have a real issue here soon if Steve doesn't move out his space.

"No it wasn't bad. I- I kinda like you impatient. You get bossy." Steve laughs, a small, giddy sounding thing, light in his throat. Eddie feels like he might vibrate out of his skin. Steve's hands move to his shirt, resting against his chest.

"You uh- you like when I'm bossy?" Eddie asks, his voice shaking, his hands trembling at his sides, he's moved them away from Steve. Doesn't want him to feel him shaking. Steve nods, once.

"Kinda yeah. Is that bad?" Steve asks, his eyes squinting, nose scrunching. And he sounds like he might be genuinely asking, like Eddie has any fucking clue.

"I don't think so. I'm sure it's fine. I-" Eddie stammers, is about to keep talking, not sure what's gonna come out of his mouth if he does. But Steve beats him to it.

"Why did you offer to teach me to play?" Steve asks, his thumbs move over Eddie's chest gently. Eddie feels his entire body flushing. He doesn't wanna talk about this. Not with Steve. He doesn't wanna scare him away. But Steve is looking at him, soothing his fingers into Eddie's shirt like he knows Eddie feels like he might float away. Like he's trying to ground him. Eddie licks his lips, sinks his teeth into his bottom one, and frowns.

"You can say it. It's okay." Steve assures him, a soft whisper between them.

"I thought you wanted to learn." Eddie says, his voice weak, unsure. Steve nods, slowly, one hand moving up, his fingers gently moving over the hot skin of Eddie's neck. Eddie makes a small wounded sound in his throat, and he swears Steve's eyes darken.

"That all?" Steve asks, his thumb pressing into the rapid heartbeat in Eddie's throat. Eddie shakes his head.

"I wanted to be close to you. But I didn't think that you'd want that... like that. With me. So-" he cuts off, swallows again, his breathe catching in throat. Steve softens in front of him, melts impossibly closer.

"So you offered to teach me to play. And then you curled yourself around me. Touched me. Moved me around like clay in your hands." Steve whispers, pressing closer, and Eddie can't breathe. And he feels guilty, all of a sudden. It burns in his throat, choking him.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have- I shouldn't have done that." He stammers, and he tries to pull away from Steve, weakly. But Steve is stronger, holds him in place, and moves closer, his lips pressing to Eddie's ear.

"Don't be sorry. I liked it. Liked the way you moved me, and touched me, and taught my hands how to move and make music. I liked you pressed against me Eddie." He moved back, smiling at the whine that escaped Eddie's throat.

"I like you. Is- is that okay?" Steve looks shy, somehow, as he says this. After he's set every nerve ending in Eddie's body alight. Eddie nods. His body trembling now.

"Can I kiss you?" Steve breathes between, his hands moving to Eddie's cheeks now, holding him gently, the way he always holds Eddie's guitar.

"Yeah." Eddie nods. Steve smiles. And then a jolt of fear runs through Eddie, his hands land on Steve's chest, harder than he means too, holding him back.

Steve's brow furrows.

"What is it?" He asks, and Eddie almost laughs in his face, he sounds so concerned. But Eddie clears his throat, his eyes falling to his lap.

"I don't know how." He says, his voice so quiet he's not sure Steve will hear him. But it's early morning, and his room is quiet as the sun rises, filling the room with a warm glow, and of course Steve hears him, Steve always hears him. His hands moves under Eddie's chin, lifts head til he's looking at him. And Eddie watches Steve watch him, watches the sweet crooked smile that tilts Steve lips, his breath hitching in his chest as Steve moves his thumb over Eddie's bottom lip.

"I could teach you." Steve says, echoing Eddie's offer from all those weeks ago, and Eddie feels weak. His body shaking as he nods, his mouth frozen. Steve pulls him closer, his hand moving down Eddie's neck again.

"What if I suck at it?" Eddie asks, a wobbly smile fluttering across his face as he echoes Steve, and opens the door for Steve to tell him he will. That he will suck at it, at first, like Eddie had told him. But Steve's eyes darken again, his tongue running along his bottom lip as he stares at Eddie's mouth. Eddie feels trapped, in the best possible way, trapped under Steve's gaze. Steve's head moves slowly, side to side, his eyes still locked on Eddie's lips, Eddie feels Steve's fingers curl into his shirt near his ribs as he pulls him a fraction closer.

"With a mouth like that? I don't think that's possible." He breathes, and Eddie nearly fucking swoons, his hands fisting in Steve's shirt on his chest. Steve smirks at him them, moves the hand near his ribs around Eddie's back, holds him tight.

"I bet you're a natural. And if you're not," Steve presses his lips to Eddie's nose, pulls back.

"I'm willing to teach you. You'll be perfect when I'm done with you." Steve whispers, like it's a secret. It makes Eddie shiver.

"I might be a slow learner?" Eddie asks, his voice shaking but he's teasing now, and Steve smirks again, his fingers curling up into Eddie's hair and pulling, tilting his head to the side.

"God I fucking hope so." Steve almost growls the words against Eddie's lips and then he's kissing him. And despite the growl, and the low dip of his voice, the kiss is sweet. And slow.

Steve moves his lips genlty, let's Eddie get a feel for it. And, to Eddie's relief, doesn't deepen the kiss. His body is so overwhelmed already, he's sure Steve's tongue in his mouth would just send him into a meltdown.

But Steve doesn't press. He just kisses Eddie. Slow. Moves his lips over Eddie's, hums into the kiss when Eddie moves his hand into Steve's hair, hesitant, his hand shaking. Steve's arm around him pulls him closer, until he's tugged Eddie into his lap.

Eddie whimpers as Steve holds him, does his best to kiss Steve back, moves his lips the way he feels Steve's moving against his. Steve pulls back first, his hands moving up Eddie’s back. Eddie frowns down at him.

"Was that okay?" He asks, his fingers drumming nervously against Steve's shoulders. Steve smiles up at him, kisses him again, and Eddie's not sure he'll ever be over that warm press of soft skin.

"It was perfect." Steve says, tucks a lock of Eddie's sleep disheveled hair behind his ear.

"You're good at that." Eddie says, his body shaking against Steve. Steve smiles, and then moves, quick, he flips them over, landing on top of Eddie, hovering over him, his hands planted near his head. Steve leans down, presses close.

"Thank you. So are you." He moves his fingers over Eddie's cheek, fingertips tracing the jagged scar there. Eddie's brow twitches, he tries not to frown. Steve dips, presses his lips to the scar.

"Wanna make a deal?" He asks, lifting back up to look at Eddie.

"Sure. What deal?" Eddie agrees, before he even knows what it is. Steve smiles.

"I'll keep kissing you later. If you-" he stops, looks unsure as he looks down at Eddie. So Eddie reaches up, cups Steve cheek, because he can now.

"If I what?" Eddie whispers.

"If you hold me while we go back to sleep." Steve sounds shy, after everything that just happened.

Eddie smiles up at him, moves his fingertips over Steve's lips now.

"I'll hold you whenever you want. Just don't ever stop kissing me." Eddie says, tugging Steve down on top of him, Steve laughs against his lips and then sighs, deep, and happy, as Eddie wraps his arms around him.

Steve cuddles closer, presses his face into Eddie's chest and just breathes. Eddie listens to his breathing until they both drift off, the sun finally pulling itself over the horizon, Eddie and Steve's shared guitar temporarily forgotten, resting on the floor.

#fates Endless Inkwell #fei #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #my writing #mine #my fic #inexperienced eddie munson #virgin eddie munson

[yuquinzel]

[ 8:37 pm ] — miya atsumu.

the clock reads 8:37 pm, exactly 14 seconds to 38 and atsumu is painfully aware of each long, dragging and excruciatingly endless second because it's been exactly 4 hours, 19 minutes and 12 seconds since you left on him read.

he's currently laid on his bed, in his dimly lit room where the only source of illumination is the faint fluorescent glow of his mobile screen.

he's frowning, brows furrowed at the dull ‘seen 4hrs ago’ in anticipation because at any second now he'll see the ‘typing...’ indication and he doesn't wanna be late to reply.

atsumu is a fast and an energetic texter. he sends you at least 14 cat videos with the “ur the third one” message immediately after each. or he sends you those ‘ask your friend which hour of the day you are’ followed by a “you. blue hour” hopefully awaiting your reply because he needs to know if you think he's the golden hour or not.

y/n 🛐: you're definitely the golden hour then lol

the better twin: damn. didn't expect that.

he actually did. hoped for it in fact. he thinks about it for the next week.

you're not the type to leave people on seen for more than 5 minutes. at least not him. you reply as quick as you can with the same energy as him and have a habit of liking his rather funny texts from time to time.

so he's more confused than upset right now, thinking of all possible reasons you could've read his messages but were unable to reply. he hasn't seen you since last friday when you told him about a week long road trip with your family. his frown only deepens when the clock hits 8:40 and there's no sign of a reply from you.

he's beginning to type a quick “are u good?” when his screen flashes with a call. your contact name. the phone rings in atsumu's hand but his fingers are frozen.

you're calling him.

you don't like phone calls.

atsumu clears his throat because he doesn't want you to hear him squeal with excitement, but he's giggling and kicking his feet, running a hand over his heart and rubbing his eyes to make sure it really is you. he lets the phone ring for a mere seconds before picking it up, “oh hey” he hopes it's as casual as he thinks.

the moment he hears you speak from the other side, atsumu knows he has lost, “ATSUMU! I'm so sorry for leaving you on read. i was in the car and battery fucking died before i could reply and i lost my charger!” you're chasing after your own words, each cut by the next one.

“oh, nah that's fine. so ya found yer charger?” he groans internally at his words, but truthfully he doesn't know what to say.

of course you didn't willingly leave him on read. of course you're calling him now because you don't want him to think otherwise. of course your words are rushed, you've always been that way.

“oh, right yeah. i got home and charged it as soon as I could” you laugh with a newfound sense of relief.

atsumu blinks, “yer home already? weren'tcha coming this sunday??” he asks.

“ohh, no, we decided to come back earlier”

and the voice call ends, leaving you confused.

it's 9:29 pm and there's a knocking at your door, hastened and impatient, the way you know someone always knocks.

“’tsumu? wait, why are you here at this hour?” you ask, wide eyes set on the setter in front of you panting like he ran a marathon.

“ya said you were back and ya must be tired so i gotcha ice cream—” he breathes out, gesturing to the bag in his hand, “—gee, coulda told me you were comin’ back today, when'd ya get here anyway? how was the trip? did ya take pictures?—”

“atsumu” you say softly, and he pauses, “breathe ”

atsumu lives about 45 minutes away, 15 if he takes the car but as he's panting right now, you know he's ran all the way here. and if he stopped by the convenience store down the street and still get here in time, you're sure he needs at least a minute to breathe.

he smiles one of his boyish, princely smiles, “also got that movie ya wanted ta watch”

“i thought you'd have watched it already?”

“wanted ta watch it with you” he's giggling with excitement you know he's trying to hide.

“okay” you laugh, grabbing his hand to pull him inside.

“okay” he repeats.

© yuquinzel2023 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

#❀˖° ─ hana writes. #miya atsumu #atsumu miya #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu imagines #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #hq x reader

[a-doubleh-x]

Buttonblossom Analysis in TADC Episode 2

(Background rainbows: hint, hint)

Ragatha was so sweet to Pomni in episode 2 🥺💖 Most people caught onto the obvious fact that Raggs is being codependant and leans onto toxic positivity on the way she tries to cheer up Pomni, but I still think for the most part her heart is in the right place.

I liked their dynamic in episode 1, but I liked it so much in 2 I decided to write a little analysis on it (plus the ship fuel 👀) in preparation for the romance fic I'm writing about them.

Without further ado, let's go!

Looking back at Ragatha, on the good side, she made some very strong, active efforts to help her during her transition into the digital realm. She checked first thing in the morning if she was okay, she tried to make her feel included in the adventure at the beginning and showed care for her safety overall.

My favorite scene, though, is when the circus gang falls into the fudge river and after checking in on them, the first thing she says is: "Poor Pomni!" 😭 Girlie is so empathetic she even manages to care for someone who's not even there, while she's in a terrible situation herself!

I think this proves how much of a good person Raggs is. She doesn't just help people to feel good or superior, she does it because she geniuenly cares for other people's wellbeing and I find that very noble 😊

On the negative side, she seems to have some very particular communication issues with Pomni, even though she seems to be the circus memeber she cares the most about at the moment.

For starters, her attitude comes off as a little condescending very often. She hardly asks questions to Pomni and tends to assume for her. She hardly acknowledges some of her struggles and tries to downplay them, like when she degrades their experience as "larping". Also, she makes Pomni feel like a child when she tries to "hype her up" in her own words.

If we take Pomni's nightmare into consideration, it seems she believes Ragatha thinks Pomni is not "cut out for it", which might be a result of her condescending behavior I just mentioned.

This makes sense to me and also sheds a little bit of light on how Pomni sees herself as: small and insignificant. It's unclear at the moment how she was before on the physical world, but I speculate based on this evidence she probably didn't think she had much agency in her life (just how she feels in the circus).

At the end, however, thanks to her experience with Gummigoo and looking at the crew grief over Kaufmo's abstraction, Pomni opens herself more to the crew, which is a very good sign.

I think her current dynamic with Ragatha is wicked cool! ✨️ There's a lot of room for growth, which is good in my opinion. Ragatha clearly cares a lot about Pomni and I think with time she could grow to reciprocate her as well.

Despite her cowardness in episode 1, I always had the feeling that Pomz was deep down a caring individual as well, which was solidly proven in 2 with her interactions with Gummi.

On the fanon side, I saw a lot of fans foaming at the mouth (myself included) over the fact that Ragatha was such a tryhard with Pomni (which was anticipated to be the contrary). Some fans have interpreted their potential dynamics as both being shy, which I really, really like.

I believe I will definitely include that in my future fanfic. Another idea I wanted to explore is Pomni talking to Ragatha about her overbearing issues, while still appreciating her good qualities at the same time.

I think it's going to be great ☺️❤ I already look forward to what the end result is going to be. I love mutual pining and I love sweet lesbians caring for each other (even when they're silly girlfails). I'm planning to start by submitting chapter 1 by next Friday and submit a new one every following one, as I've done before.

Get ready for digital lesbian shenanigans 🎪💙🎀 See ya!

#the amazing digital circus #pomni #tadc ragatha #pomni x ragatha #ragapom #buttonblossom #ship dynamics

[justgowithitplease]

omg lunch club schlatt anything would be amazing i love him sm

LC!Schlatt HC's!! SFW Platonic, Crushing, Dating

Platonic

Best friend LC!Schlatt drives the extra five minutes just so you can go to the restaurant location with the better chips

On every LC outing he'll take you with them or he'll get you a 'souvenir'

It's a rock from each place they go. Just a rock. Not even a pretty or special rock. A grey lump of hard sediment.

He made sure you had your own tent for the Misfits camping videos you were comfortable

Makes you a stock holder is Gamersupps and Schlatt Coin

Matching bracelets which are just those weird paper/plastic bands from when you guys went to a concert together (he had to cut it off because it got too tight but it's framed in his house along with a Polaroid of you two)

He takes SO MANY POLAROIDS

ATP he's used like,,,,, 12 packs of film for you two

Everyone teases him about liking you

Which is stupid

He doesn't like you

Totally

Crushing

He drives to the further restaurant because it means spending more time with you

And he doesn't just get you rocks when you can't go on LC trips with him. He'll get you random little trinkets to hide around your house

Yes, there's a shelf of grey rocks, but there's also a batman rubber duck on your counter that you can't remember how you got it. Must've just always been there

He did honestly care enough to get you your own tent, but he couldn't resist making sure it was put right next to his

He knows rents reasonable where you are, and he knows that your job pays well, but what if you accidentally turn the gas on for the water heater up and your bill is crazy expensive?

His companies are already making him thousands upon millions, so why shouldn't he share the wealth with the person he adores?

Buys tickets to all your favorite concerts because sometimes (always) you look pretty in the multicolored lights

He frames the concert pass-band with a Polaroid of you stealing his drink because when he's a bit too drunk and it's a bit too late, he can allow himself to think that you're in his arms instead of his pillow, or that you're next to him and not someone who vaguely resembled you at the bar

He keeps all the Polaroids he takes of you, but has one that's specifically his favorite

It's a Polaroid of him and you at the camping trip, and you're thrown over his shoulder as you drag a tree branch behind him

Cooper took it, and he had to beg to have it

Dating

He'd be such a sweet boyfriend

All the head kisses you could ever want

As a fairly tall person, he has definitely experienced the sleeve problem where long sleeves are never long enough

This causes him to have to buy overly large sweatshirts or hoodies

Any time he gets a new one, you get the old one, so your closet is filled with hoodies and sweatshirts

For dates where you guys go out, he'd take you to the movies, to county faires, really any 'cheesy romcom' date place

But a favorite is having Mexican every Friday together

It's something to look forward too at the end of the week

Once you guys are dating, he'll get you more than just rocks as souvenirs

Usually a hoodie that he got from wherever he went

He stayed in your tent during the camping video

He really just sat in there and stayed up to make sure you were safe

Labels Schlatt and Co. as a 'Family Owned Business' because you guys are gonna be married to each other because you're soulmates destined to be together forever (his (drunken) words) so why not

The matching concert bracelets in the frame got moved to his bedside table so he can look at it each night

Yes, everyone teases him about the drunken rants of how much he loves you and how perfect your wedding will be, but it's sweet the way he describes it

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt #lc!schlatt #schlatt x reader #schlatt #lunchclub schlatt #lunch club #smplive #chuckle sammy #chuckle sandwich #chuckle sandwich x reader #x reader #hc #my hcs #hcs

[mattsturnioloz]

Your bleeding

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: y/n was making dinner for her boyfriend matt. and of course, his two brothers, nick and chris. but what happens when she cuts herself on accident and doesn't notice until matt points it out.

warnings: blood. that's it

a/n: please bare with me as im new to this writing scheme. if it's bad or not good, please let me know, and i will do better. this is also rly short bc i have no ideas.

It was a Thursday night in the Sturniolo household. Nick, who is sitting on the couch editing Friday's new video, Chris drinking Pepsi as always, Matt sitting in the kitchen on his phone talking with his girlfriend y/n who was making dinner for them. Chris decided to go into the kitchen to see what his sister-in-law was making. "What's for dinner, I am starving." Y/n looked at him and grinned."Pasta, but not just any kind of pasta. It's my grandma's secret recipe. " She smiled at her boyfriend, who is now standing next to her. Matt kissed her forehead. "It smells amazing, baby." She smiles. "Can one of you stir the pasta? I need to cut up the tomatoes." Chris nods and stirs the noodles. Matt watches his girlfriend in awe as she cuts the tomatoes. "Hey, I was thinking. What if we go out on a date this weekend? We haven't done that in a while, " Y/n looks up, still cutting and raises her eyebrows. "A date huh, what kind of date are you thinking?" Matt chuckles. "Oh, I don't know, dinner? A movie, maybe get ice cream afterward." He looks down and sees blood. "Babe!" Y/n looks confused as she doesn't feel any pain,"Matt? What's the matter? Looks like you've seen a ghost, " Matt calls for Nick,"Nick! Nick, we need gauze and a lot of it!". Nick jumps up and runs to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he comes out with gauze, paper towels, and bandaids. "Here." Y/n then realized she had cut herself, looking down at the blood. "Oh my god. Oh my god." Matt."You're bleeding! Here, let's wash it with warm water." Chris looks sick as he has a weak stomach, and then passes faints, and Nick is cleaning up the mess.

After Y/n is bandaged up, they sit down and eat. She looks down at her finger or where the tip of her finger once was. "Man, I never thought I would slice the tip of my finger off." She says as she takes a bite of her food and looks at her finger. Chris looks at her. "Please don't talk about that. While I am eating. I already passed out, and I don't want to do it again." Nick slaps him across the back of his head. "He's joking. I'm glad you're ok."

Matt looks at his girlfriend and kissed her forehead. "Yeah, thankfully it wasn't worse." She smiles, thankful of her family around her.

#matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x yn

[sweetcollywobbles]

my yandere!leon headcanons so far MDNI

hello! these are just a few headcanons i had about leon as a yandere and a person in general. there is nsfw below the cut, so MINORS AND AGELESS BIOS FUCK OFF ‼ also feel free to send me your thoughts on yandere!leon and your personal headcanons if you have any!!

xx

sfw

⟢ he's self-aware that what he's done to you is horrible. he knows you have every right to hate him, but that doesn't stop him from wishing you would love him back. he never meant to hurt or deceive you, but he's lost and given too much. leon wants someone to come home to, share a meal with, and feel needed and wanted. to receive a sliver of what he's given out. so forgive him if he's being selfish when it comes to you, but he deserves happiness too. so why not help him play house?

⟢ smells of bergamot and lavender. it’s nice and relaxing, but also musky and woodsy. he read somewhere that lavender calms the nerves, so he just absolutely lathers himself in the scent. Sometimes you swear he smells like sleep personified. unfortunately, he’s still a man, so he uses old spice lavender body wash. for cologne, he uses sauvage by dior. 

⟢ normalcy is hard. how can anyone go back into society as if the amount of  horrors you’ve seen, aren’t there? like you’re fine and everything is fine? so, leon has found a pretty good remedy, company. each friday, a sit down dinner with claire, chris, and jill. pizza, wings, and beer every sunday with chris watching whatever football game is on. sometimes they may not know the current standings of teams, but it’s fun to pretend that they do. yet friends can only fill the void so much, maybe with you, the world won’t feel so lonely. 

⟢ he has a major sweet tooth! likes his coffee with cream and sugar, won’t drink his coffee black unless he really needs it. leon will always have room for dessert lmao. has tried to bake, but he just doesn’t got it 💀something just always goes wrong. a big ice cream/frozen yogurt guy. once a month, leon will make a “everything under the kitchen sink” sundae. he’ll dump whatever pints of ice cream into a large bowl and top it off with whatever candy, syrup, and whip topping he has. leon is usually on a very strict diet, so why not splurge?

⟢ leon on his off time has taught himself how to smoke/grill meat. only knows how to make small side dishes to go with the meat that he’s made. mashed potatoes and grilled veggies are usually his two favorite go-to sides. 

⟢ i'm a firm believer that leon's receiving love languages are quality time and words of affirmation with a hint of acts of service. leon works a lot, whether at the office or away on another mission, this poor, tired man is always working. so when he's home be prepared to be attached at the hip. leon also has a lot of self-doubt and guilt about what he's done to you, so by telling him how much you love and appreciate him, it feeds his growing delusion that what he's done is necessary. you need him just as much as he needs you. it also adds to the reassurance when you do small things for him to show your love and appreciation, whether it’s real or not. like cleaning and folding his laundry, making him a cup of coffee in the morning, back rubs after a long day, or even packing his lunch for the day. 

i’m giggling at the thought of leon keeping all the small notes you add to his lunch, reading them when the day gets tough. or maybe he has one or two in a go-bag when he has to take small out-of-state trips for work. 

⟢ building off the one before, he won't admit it but he's clingy. he prefers showers, but will choose a bath if it means he gets a small intimate moment with you in the morning. not in a sexual sense, more in a “let’s bask in each other’s presence”. never sits across from you at a table or booth, always next to you. same thing for the couch. there could be a thousand pillows on the bed, but he always chooses yours. leon will also never lets you sleep facing any windows/doors for security reasons. there is no such thing as personal space with this man.

⟢ since leon is a yandere his reciprocating love language is all of them. he wants you to stay with him, so he is willing to drown you in his love until it's the only thing you'll ever know. i'm going to break this down a little in sections.  

⟡ leon isn't the best when it comes to choosing the words that relay how he feels. the words feel wrong and it leaves him awkward. so any sort of verbal praise from him is rare. the most you would get from him is a thumbs up and a "sure" or a pat on the back with a nod.

(😀👍🏻 <— leon fr) but, put a piece of paper infront of this man and all of a sudden he's writing words that’ll make shakespear blush. it's words so sickly sweet it gives you a toothache. leon really hates himself for not being able to verbal relay this to you, but maybe you can feel what he wants to say?

⟡ leon is just really good at showing you how he feels than telling you. I KNOW THIS MAN WOULD GIVE THE BEST HUGS BECAUSE HE SO DESPERATELY NEEDS ONE. just imagining leon giving you a bear hug, fully enveloping you, and he can't help but hold you a little closer. maybe even holds your head a little more to him. his eyes are closed, soaking up the loving moment, he might even do a little sigh of relief. because with you, he's safe. with you, he's loved. and he just wants you to feel the love he has for you through every action. to feel what he can't say. (SORRY I GOT OFF TRACK!!) leon also always has to be touching you in some way. his favorite places for kisses; nose, cheek, neck, or hand. every morning, when he's holding you close, he'll leave small repeated kisses on your neck until you wake up giggling. not really into lip kisses, but will sometimes start a lazy make out session. just loves holding you whenever he can and making sure you feel loved at all times.

⟡ leon will also do the most for you. having a hard time sleeping? he's awake with you, lightly scratching your back in small circles or holding you close while he's running his fingers through your hair. leon just can't sleep knowing that you're having a hard time sleeping. hungry but don't want to cook? he's in the kitchen cheffing it up. putting love in every plate that he makes you, even if it isn't restaurant quality. i feel like leon will also leave you small notes around the house in places that you would find, but it's little drawings instead of words. in the slow cooker, a picture of a flower. in between the dryer sheets, a bad stick figure drawing of what you think is of you and him. at some random page of the book you're reading, a simple heart. 

⟡ leon loves spending time with you. it doesn't matter what it is, even if you're doing nothing. he wants to do nothing with you. his favorite thing to do with you is listen to you. whether you’re rambling about the latest tv drama he knows nothing about or it’s late at night and you’re reading whatever book you’ve picked up. he loves being in the kitchen when you’re cooking/baking. he’s your dedicated sous chef, so feel free to boss him around like your gordon ramsay. although, i’m so sorry for the amount of “my name is sue” jokes he’ll make. loves watching movies, putting together legos/ doing diy crafts, and playing mario kart. 

I NOTICED THIS WAS GETTING LONG AND IDK IF I EXPLAINED THIS WELL BUT IM HOPING I DID. THIS WAS SOOOO SELF INDULGENT.

⟢ when it comes to pet names, leon will add a “my” to the start of it. he’s possessive and it shows in his actions. will often say: my girl, my sweetheart, my baby, my angel, etc.

nsfw (i’m not good at smut sorry)

⟢ the praise problem does not equate to what happens in the bedroom. i'm sorry, i just simply refuse. a complete 180, he's a talker. whether it's saying something so outlandishly lewd like he wants the whole world to hear or sickly sweet nothings in your ear, this dude will NOT stfu. (and it makes me giggle and kick my feet) I WILL PUT MY LIFE ON THE LINE AND SAY THAT THIS MAN IS ABSOLUTELY FERAL IN BED. he's always stressed. from his job, from the lack of self care, from the past that just never seems to leave him. he's on edge. he has healthy ways of releasing it, but sometimes the gym or extra training isn't enough. 

⟢ which can lead to leon being a little mean in bed. he’s absolutely degrading the life out of you while also giving you whiplash with the praise that he gives you as well. leon is a lot more aggressive and at some point you’re just a fleshlight to him. spanking, choking, biting, spitting, you name it, it is on the table. also licking whatever drool comes out of his mouth makes him lose his mind fr.

⟢ i'm not good at writing smut, but i do have an idea of what i think leon's favorite sex positions would be. the first one would be mating press. it's extremely intimate and it allows him to be close to your face and neck than the regular missonary position. again, he really gets off knowing that he's the one getting you off. another postition would be cowgirl, it gives him full view of your chest and face, except you're not really riding him. again, he just using you as a fleshlight like giving you the perception that you’re in control. another would be you on your belly and him basically putting you in a headlock. IDK WHAT IT’S CALLED BUT IF YKYK. and leon just saying the most down right atrocious things in your ear would make me go crazy. 

YOU’RE GONNA SIT THERE AND TELL ME YOU DON’T WANT HIS HUGE ARMS AROUND YOUR NECK, YOU’RE INSANE. 

⟢ last but not least, ✨moaning✨. i like to think that he’s a grunter and whiner at the same time. idk if that makes any sense? he’s loud but not obscenely loud. but sometimes when he overstimulates himself, he’s a complete whiner like lovi (again if ykyk).

#yandere leon kennedy #yandere!leon kennedy #dark leon kennedy #dark!leon kennedy

[fadedncity]

talk to my skin

wc: 13.8k…idek how we got here 👩🏽‍🦯

pairing: jaemin x fem!reader

cw: fwb!au, non idol au, college au, friends to lovers (?), soft(dom)!jaem, alcohol consumption, use of marijuana, mentions of bad hookups, mentions of fake orgasms, teasing, fingering, biting, oral sex (giving/receiving), crying, semi public/car sex, mentions of masturbation, dirty talk, pet names, praise kink (!!), spitting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sex while under the influence, mentions of other idols, porn with too much plot 

song rec: talk to my skin by stalgia | need to know by doja cat

part two

FRIDAY

"Come on, it's not even that funny," Rina whined. 

"Yes, it kinda is," Haechan says while still laughing. 

"You really think so?" Rina asks you, who's laughing too hard, trying to catch your breath as you nod at her. 

"Okay," she calmly said, "Never have I ever been with a guy who couldn't make me cum." 

The laughing stopped, and you snapped your head up, shooting daggers at your best friend. 

"Bitch.." you narrowed your eyes.

"Go on. Bottoms up," Rina grinned, handing you the bottle of vodka. 

"There's no way you're serious," Renjun said. 

You ignored all the shocked looks on the faces around you and down the shot. The alcohol burned as it poured down your throat, not dulling the embarrassment you felt enough for your liking. 

"Are you kidding?" Haechan asks, watching you take the shot as a penalty in this game of never have I ever.

Why is it always never have I fucking ever?

"No, I'm lying for shits and giggles," you said sarcastically.

"Who was it?" Jisung asked. 

"Kinda all of them?" you answered.

"Even Mike?" Ningning asked.

"Yup." 

"I thought you said he had a big dick," Eunji cut in. 

"Doesn't mean he knows how to use it," you said. The room erupted into laughter. 

"But what about that party a few weeks ago. Everyone heard you two fucking," Chenle reminds you, making you relive the embarrassment.

"And it sounded like it was good to me," Kali added before drunk-giggling to herself.

You shrug, "Faking it is an art only few can master," you say.

"Damn, some actress you are. I know for a fact half the party went home bricked up that night," Yangyang said, sending Kali and Meera into a fit of laughter. 

"Thank you," you proudly smile.

You find your eyes drifting to the corner that has been relatively quiet for the past few minutes. Jaemin's eyes were already on you. He sends you a soft smile which you return sheepishly before refocusing on the game you were supposed to be playing. 

The next few rounds consisted of Haechan trying the most to get Jisung out, which resulted in the younger firing back with multiple shots. The game was finally over after Haechan took his third shot of Fireball and stumbled off to the bathroom only seconds later. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" you ask Haechan again. 

"Yeah, the room isn't spinning as much anymore," he says, laying his head in Meera's lap while still on the bathroom floor. 

"Do you still wanna smoke?" you ask. 

"You know I would, but I can't even get up right now. Just go without me," Haechan waved his arm. 

"You sure?"

"Yeah," he sighed. 

"Alright, but I don't wanna hear you tomorrow crying, I can't believe you smoked without me," you whined, imitating his voice.

"Shut up," he attempted to hit you with an empty water bottle. 

"I'll match you tomorrow," you told Haechan. 

"Deal." 

You tucked the freshly rolled joint behind your ear, looking for a jacket to throw on real quick. Some of your friends, still sitting in the living room, were now sitting in front of the tv. 

"This is so fucked up. My controller is broken," you heard Yangyang complain. 

"No, you're just bad," Ningning laughed. You didn't even have to look at the screen to know Ningning was winning whatever game they were playing. 

Their banter faded into the background as you entered the kitchen. 

"You leaving?" Rina asked. 

you shake your head, no, "Just going to smoke real quick." 

"Don't take too long."

"Don't tell me what to do," you playfully scoff, looking back to see her flipping you off on your way out the door. 

You took a seat on the backdoor steps, hugging the jacket around you tighter. You didn't even know who it belonged to when you grabbed it, but you can tell by the signature black lighter in the front pocket it belongs to Jisung. Bless him for always being prepared. 

It was a bit of a struggle to light the end because of the slight breeze in the air, but you managed. Just as you took a hit, you heard the door opening and closing behind you. You turn around to see Jaemin, a drink in his hand.

"You mind if I join you?" he asks.

Joint still between your lips, you nod, patting the spot next to you. Jaemin sits, and you pass the joint to him, already feeling the airiness in your limbs. After his second hit, he broke the silence and asked,

"Has no guy ever really made you cum?"

"Oh my god," you groan, covering your face, "I'm gonna kill Rina," you mumble, and he laughs.

"There's just no way you've just been that unlucky."

"You're telling me."

"So, like you've never had an orgasm?" he asks, passing the joint back to you. 

"No. I am more than capable of doing things myself," you pause to take a drag, "Guys are just incompetent and never think of anyone but themselves," you say, a bit of malice in your tone. 

As you said before, you are more than qualified to get the job done yourself, but it gets tiring, and I'm pretty sure your trusty vibrator would appreciate a break. 

"That's because you've been sleeping with the wrong ones," Jaemin said, taking the joint back from you. 

"Yeah. Well, you wanna point me in the direction of the right ones?" you scoffed.

Jaemin turned your head to look at him as he wore a grin on his face. 

"What?" you laugh at the look on his face.

"You wouldn't have to go looking too far when there's one right here."

"You?" you ask, and he nods, "Jaemin.." you wanted to bust out and laugh because there's no way he's not fucking with you right now. 

But his face doesn't change, and it's starting to seem like he isn't joking. 

"You're serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asks, and you notice the space between you is beginning to close. "You're hot, smart, funny. You can outdrink and out smoke almost anyone I know," he says, making you laugh, "And, what kind of friend would that make me if I didn't help you out during a time of need." 

"This isn't something I need. I've been doing just fine on my own without it."

"How could you say that if you don't really know what you're missing out on?" Jaemin asks. You feel his breath fanning across your face, telling you how close the two of you are right now. 

Your mind wandered back to the things you've been told about him. What you've heard from friends of friends about Jaemin was enough to say you were at least curious about what he had to offer. 

"Like what?"

"All the things I can do to make you feel good," Jaemin flicked his eyes down to your lips, "The things I could teach you," his lips brushed past yours and started tracing your jaw, "The ways I could make you scream—Really scream," he said those last words in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, and goosebumps rose over your skin.

You just hope he doesn't notice you subtly pressing your thighs together, listening to him. And if he did he didn't say anything about it.

You gnawed on your bottom lip, thinking about Jaemin's offer. He could tell you were weighing the choices in your head, suddenly feeling under pressure. 

"Look," Jaemin started, "I don't need an answer now, but just think about it?" 

"Okay," you answered. 

He got up from the step, leaving you there, your mind still reeling from everything that just happened in the last few minutes.

"You coming?" Jaemin asks you. 

"Yeah," you break out of your thoughts and stand up, following him back into the house. 

. . .

You've been trying to fall asleep for the last hour and a half. But even with Kali loudly snoring in your ear, nothing could drown out the thoughts running rampant in your head.

When trying to distract yourself on your phone wasn't enough, you decided to go stretch your legs and grab something from the kitchen. 

You quietly slipped out of bed, trying not to wake the two girls sleeping next to you. Tiptoeing your way down the hallway towards the kitchen, you could hear the soft snores of the boys sleeping in the living room. After carefully stepping over their dormant bodies laid out all over the floor, you make it to the kitchen and almost jump out of your skin when you find Jaemin still awake, not expecting anyone else to be up. 

He blankly stared at you with a spoon full of ice cream between his fingers before you broke the silence.

"Meera's gonna kill you," you say, joining him.

"I'll replace it tomorrow morning before she wakes," he says, "Just promise not to snitch." 

"I'll think about it," you said, narrowing your eyes at Jaemin before snatching the spoon from him and taking a scoop for yourself. 

"I thought about it," you said. 

"Thank you. You can't gamble with a man's life like that," he clasped his hands together. 

"No," you laughed, "About what you said earlier," you avoided his eyes, sliding the tub of half-eaten ice cream back over to him. 

"Yeah?" Jaemin asked, and you nodded. "And?"

"If we do this, you gotta promise things won't get weird."

"Things won't get weird," he simply said. 

"How do you know?" 

"Because I just do," he smiles at you before putting the ice cream away. "But I have one condition," he says before coming back over to you and placing his hands on your waist, pulling your body flush against his. 

"If I'm gonna help you, you're gonna help me too," the corners of his lips twitched. You didn't even know what he was gonna ask you, but if he kept looking at you like that, you would gladly give him anything. "I need you to tell me what you want. Because as much fun as it would be to take my time exploring your body and finding all those things myself, I just wanna help you feel good, angel." 

If Jaemin didn't have you sandwiched between the counter and his body, your knees would have given out from the way his pet name for you just rolled off his tongue.

Anything you were supposed to say next left your mind as Jaemin's eyes flickered down to your lips. 

"Can you do that for me?" Jaemin asks. 

"Uh-huh," you nod. 

"I need words, baby," he smiled, noticing the effect his words had on you.

"Yes, Jaemin." 

"Good. Come over tomorrow. And wear something as sexy as this," Jaemin half-joked, lightly squeezing your ass. 

You remove his hand just as you hear footsteps coming into the room. 

"What are you two doing up?" Meera asks, coming into the kitchen to grab a water bottle.

"Nothing. We were just heading back to bed," Jaemin answered. 

"Right. Goodnight," you zipped past her, out the kitchen. 

Jaemin was right behind you before the two of you heard, "Who the fuck ate my ice cream?"

"Shit," Jaemin muttered.

SATURDAY

You ignored the slight dampness of your palms and your heart hammering against your ribs as you waited for Jaemin. You heard shuffling from inside his house before the door swung open.

"You listened." Jaemin's eyes wandered down your body, "Good girl," he called you, and you tried not to audibly whimper at his words as he invited you into the house. 

You heard Jaemin ask if he could get you anything, but as your eyes roamed the expanse of his broad shoulders, your mind got lost elsewhere. His shirt clung to his body as if it shrunk in the wash, seeing the defined muscles in his back and arms while the sweatpants he wore hung low on his hips. 

Fuck, he looks good-

"Huh?" you snap out of your thoughts when you finally hear Jaemin calling your name. 

"What?" he asks with a grin, fully aware you were checking him out just now. 

"Nothing," you answer as you sit on the couch next to him 

"What?" he asks again. This time, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. 

Instead of answering him, your eyes fell to his lips. Thinking about what it would be like to feel his lips against yours, the things he would say to you, the noises he would make.

But to Jaemin, your silence meant you were seconding guessing this entire thing.  

"You know, we really don't have to-"

"I want to," the corners of your mouth curl up. 

A smile quickly stretches across Jaemin's face at your confirmation. 

"The boys won't be back until later," he softly squeezed your knee, "We should have more than enough time." Jaemin couldn't resist the urge to trace his nose up the column of your throat, letting your sweet scent flood his senses. "So, tell me," Jaemin started, "Why couldn't those other guys make you cum?" 

Internally cringing as the memories rush back, you roll your eyes, "You're my sex therapist now?"

"I'm serious, y/n. I can't help you if you don't tell me."

You wish the couch would swallow you instead. 

You sigh, "I don't know. Maybe something's wrong with me," you joke, "Some of them really didn't know what they were doing. But with the others, I don't know. I just could never get there." you continue staring at your lap.  

"I don't think there's anything wrong with you," Jaemin says, sliding his hand up from your knee, squeezing your thigh softly. "I just think you've never been with anyone who could properly take care of you." his nose brushed yours. "Good thing, I'm right here, angel," he grinned. 

Your eyes flicker down to his lips again, wanting so badly to kiss them. 

"But I won't do anything unless you tell me to," his voice cuts through your thoughts. 

"Kiss me," you breathe out. Jaemin closes the space between you, kissing you. His lips were soft against yours, the faint taste of Redbull still lingering on his lips.

"You wear this for me?" Jaemin licks his lips, savoring the taste of your artificial cherry-flavored lipgloss staining his lips. 

"Maybe," you smile, kissing him again.

"I can't wait to get a real taste of you," he said, his words making your stomach flip. 

You wrinkle the fabric of his shirt between your fingers, pulling him back in and connecting your lips once again.

Your hands found their way into his hair while Jaemin pulls you into his lap to straddle him, and you deepen the kiss. Your thumbs caress his cheeks, and his hands squeeze your hips.

You place your hands on his shoulders, moving down to his biceps. And it intimidates you a bit, feeling his muscles practically bulging through his shirt. 

When the fuck did he start working out so much? 

Your lips mold together perfectly as you move your hands, softly threading the short hairs at the nape of his neck between your fingers.

Jaemin's lips leave yours to trail kisses down your jaw. You carded your fingers through his hair as he kissed your neck. He could feel the low rumble bubbling in your throat, starting to suck on your skin. His lips find the sweet spot below your ear, making you moan. You feel him hum against your throat, doing it again to make you whimper.

"Jaem.."

"This okay?" he asks, tracing the tip of his tongue along your collarbone.

"More than." 

"Want me to keep going?" he asks.

"Please."

Jaemin barely took his lips off yours as the two of you made your way to his room. After hearing the soft click of his bedroom door closing, you could suddenly hear how loud your heart was beating in your ears. 

Jaemin moves his lips back down to your neck, kissing the skin his lips haven't touched yet. 

"Jaemin, please," you mewl when he runs his tongue across your skin.

"What is it, angel? Tell me what you want," he holds your jaw, getting you to look at him. 

"I don't wanna think. I just want you to make me feel good." 

Jaemin can hear the desperation in your voice and see the lust swimming around your irises as you slip into this headspace. 

"It's okay, sweetheart," Jaemin softly caresses your cheek, "Nana will take good care of you." You practically melt at his words. "Get on the bed," he tells you.

Your body moves without thinking, and you sit down on his bed. Jaemin smiles at how compliant you are. 

"You gonna be a good girl for me, angel?" 

You whimpered, pressing your thighs together. And Jaemin noticed your not-so-subtle way of relieving the pressure between your legs. 

"You wanna be good for me, don't you?" you laid down as he crawled on top of you. 

"Yes."

"That's what I like to hear." he smiles against your lips. 

Your tongues tangled with one another's, your hands touching him in all the places you could reach. You felt Jaemin begin to pull away but catch his bottom lip between your teeth. He groans as he pulls away before going back in and letting you do it again. 

One of his legs slides between yours, and you roll your hips against his thigh. He firmly presses the muscle into your core, making you moan around his tongue.

"You sound so pretty like this," Jaemin murmurs. 

You felt his fingers wander down to your legs, reaching the hem of your dress and sliding it up your thighs. Jaemin slips his hand between your legs, his fingers finding the growing wet spot on your panties. You hear a low groan from his throat when he feels how wet you are and starts petting your clothed clit.

"That feels good," You mewl, rolling your hips into his hand to try and get more than what he was giving. Jaemin was just enjoying hearing you whine and watching you squirm too much. 

Jaemin hooked his fingers in the band on your underwear, silently telling you to lift your hips for him to tear them down your legs and toss them onto the floor. Jaemin runs his fingers through your slick, slowly rubbing your clit. He hums when he sees his fingers glistening with your arousal.

"Jaemin," you whine.

He smiles before bringing his hand back to where you need him. 

"What is it, angel?" he continues using feather-light touches to pet your clit. "Already so eager for my fingers."

"I'm so fucking wet..please," you wrapped your fingers around his wrist.

"Shh, it's okay," he watched as your face twisted up in pleasure from one of his fingers, teasing your hole, slowly pushing into your pussy. 

You moan, already feeling just one of his fingers reaching places you know your own fingers can't. 

"You're so fucking tight, sweetheart. How long has it been since you've been properly fucked?" 

"Too long."

You grab onto his shoulder, feeling your walls stretch to fit around his digits. 

"Jaemin, that feels so good," you tell him. 

"You're taking my fingers so well, princess," the pace he was pumping his fingers in and out of you started to pick up, and you were starting to find it hard to stay still. 

Jaemin kissed your lips, swallowing your moans as he expertly scissored his fingers against your walls. You found yourself growing wetter as he sucked on your tongue. You could hear the squelching from between your legs getting louder. If you weren't so lost in the euphoria of Jaemin fucking you with his fingers, you'd be embarrassed. 

You started rolling your hips into his hand, that knot in your stomach getting tighter, and Jaemin could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers.

"You close, sweetheart?" 

You whimpered and turned away from him. The thing was, you were. You can't possibly remember the last time someone made you feel this good. You were just right on edge, but the knot in your stomach remained tied.

You were embarrassed, to say the least. With Jaemin doing everything right, maybe there was something wrong with you.

"Don't you even think about faking it," Jaemin said in your ear. It was like he heard your thoughts, "I don't care if we spend hours doing this. You're gonna cum for me." You shudder at his words. 

"Jaemin, I c-can't," you whined. 

"Yes, you can, angel. Look at me," you blink your vision to refocus on the man above you, "Don't think, baby, just feel," he said before adding a third finger. 

Your jaw fell slack, and your eyes shut from the stretch of Jaemin's fingers against your walls and pressed his thumb to your clit.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he muttered against your skin, kissing your neck again. 

"God, fuck y-yes..s-so good." 

Jaemin's eyes followed his fingers, slowly pushing in and out of you. Your eyes rolled back, and you tried to raise your hips against his hand. "You wanna cum, sweetheart?" 

"Yes," you pant. 

"Come on, angel. Cum all over my fingers. I know you want to."

Expertly curling the tips of his fingers against that spongy spot inside of you, you dug your nails into his skin, and your eyes rolled into your head. His fingers were knuckle deep inside you, the heel of his palm rubbing your clit, making your toes curl. All that could be heard were your moans and the noises between your legs as Jaemin feverishly finger fucked you. 

"Jaem, I-I-" 

"Cum for me."

It was like a dam broke as euphoria flooded your veins. Your legs closed around Jaemin's hand, his fingers still moving as your walls pulsed around them.

"That's it, baby. Such a good girl for me," Jaemin kissed your cheek. 

Your legs started twitching from overstimulation as Jaemin took his fingers out of you. 

"See," he examines his fingers, "There's nothing wrong with you," he grins, watching the string of your cum hang from his fingers. 

You kissed him, cradling the back of his head. Jaemin smiled against your lips and grabbed your face to deepen the kiss. Jaemin felt your hands slip under his shirt, beginning to reach for his sweatpants before stopping you. 

"What do you think you're doing?" he asks, seeing how dark your eyes had gotten with desire. 

"Returning the favor," you answer.

"This is no favor. The pleasure's all mine," Jaemin kissed you, "And this is about you, remember." 

"But-"

"But nothing," he pinned your hands to the bed beside your head. You were practically gushing with arousal at this point, "Just let me take care of you, sweetheart," he ghosted his lips over yours. 

You were ready to let him do anything he wanted to do, getting lost in this headspace. But all you could do now was slowly nod your head and say, "Okay."

"Good," he pecked your lips one last time. 

Jaemin had his hands on your thighs, beginning to push the skirt of your cute little summer dress up to your hips. He settles on his knees between your legs, starting to kiss your thighs as he places your legs over his shoulders. 

"So, so pretty," Jaemin mumbled, unable to take his eyes away from your pussy, inches away from his face. 

He took two of his fingers and parted your lips, revealing your clit, still throbbing from your last orgasm. You mewled, feeling his breath fanning over your soaking cunt. 

Jaemin flattened his tongue and licked a stripe up your slit without warning. You moaned, resting your hand on his head as he held your legs apart. 

"You taste as good as you look, baby," Jaemin flickered his eyes up to look at you, "So fucking good," he hummed before delving back in. 

You tightened your hold on his hair when he took your clit between his lips, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips lifted off the bed, rolling against Jaemin's face, whimpering when he lays his forearm across your stomach to keep you from squirming. 

He laughs against your skin when he hears your whines, moving his tongue down to your hole, teasingly circling your entrance. Jaemin moaned, feeling your juices dripping onto his tongue. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face before pushing his tongue inside you.

"Ahh, Jaemin," you moaned, tugging on his hair. The vibrations from his mouth had you gasping and your thighs twitching. Your legs threatened to shut around Jaemin's head, causing his blunt fingernails to dig into the soft flesh of your thighs as he kept them apart. It was as if you were a five-course meal for a man who's been starved for days, the fervor Jaemin was eating you out with. 

Jaemin buried his face into your pussy, moving his tongue languidly against your walls. 

"Mmh, Jaemin, just like that." you moan.

"You like that?"

"So fucking much."

"You gonna cum on my tongue? Let me taste how sweet you are?" you whimpered as he flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue. 

"Yes! Jaemin, please-" 

Jaemin put his mouth back on you, sticking out his tongue while moving his head side to side.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck don't s-stop," your back arched away from the mattress. 

You were squirming, bucking your hips against his face. You knew there would be finger-shaped bruises on your skin tomorrow morning from how hard he's trying to keep you still. But you just can't stop because it feels so good. 

"Jaemin-fuck! You're gonna make me cum."

The room was filled with your shallow breaths and the obscene sound of Jaemin fucking you with his tongue. He could feel your walls clenching around the wet muscle, nuzzling his nose into your clit. 

You clamped your legs shut around Jaemin's head when you came. But no matter how much your thighs shook or how hard you pulled at his roots, Jaemin continued to lap up your juices. 

"Jaemin, please, it's too much," you whined. 

"You can give me one more, can't you, angel?" he looked at you sincerely. If you really wanted to stop now, he was giving you the chance to say so. But you slowly nodded your head at him.

"Words, sweetheart," he reminds you.

"Yes, Jaemin," your breath hitched when he dragged his bottom lip against your clit. 

"That's my good girl," he kissed your clit. 

Jaemin slipped two fingers into your heat while wrapping his lips around your clit. He scissored the two digits against your velvety walls, and your brows furrowed from the intense amount of pleasure you were feeling. 

Your voice was growing hoarse from all the noise you were making. 

You didn't even have time to warn Jaemin before you were cumming all over his fingers again. You cried, tears falling from your eyes as your third orgasm racked through you. Jaemin continued to lap up your cum until he was sure he hadn't let a single drop go to waste before coming up from between your legs. 

You whimpered, watching Jaemin lick his fingers and lips clean of your essence while the rest of it covered half his face. 

Jaemin noticed the wetness on your cheeks and pulled you into his arms. He softly wiped away a stray tear, pressing kisses to your wet cheeks before kissing your lips. 

"Are you okay?"

You nodded your head, not having much faith in your voice from the overwhelming flood of emotions you're feeling right now. You think you must look crazy right now, crying after Jaemin gave you the best orgasms of your life. But you've never been with anyone who made you feel so cared for and safe as you do with Jaemin right now. 

"It's okay, baby, you're okay," he caressed your hair as you buried your face in his neck. 

In the comfort and security of Jaemin's arms, your lids start to flutter shut. 

As much as Jaemin didn't want to, he stopped rubbing your back and untangled himself from your arms. 

"I'll be right back. Just stay here," Jaemin whispers to you, leaving you with a kiss on your cheek.

You were too tired to protest anymore and curled yourself against his pillows, getting comfortable. The last thing you heard was the soft click of his bathroom door closing before you drifted off to sleep.

THURSDAY

Jaemin seemed to keep up his end of the deal. The two of you gravitated more towards each other rather than drift apart like you thought you would. 

"Fuck, Jaem! Please don't s-stop," you whine.

When you agreed to this, you weren't sure whether it was a one-time thing or not.

"You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" Jaemin asked; his nose, mouth, and chin were wet with your juices. 

Yet, here you are in the back of Jaemin's car with his head between your thighs again.

"Yes," you arch your back and dig your nails in the leather seats.

You were grateful he had window tints because it was relatively still bright out, and even though you're parked in a spot with decent cover, anyone walking by too close would know what's going on.

"Please, Jaemin. That feels so good," you rest your hand on his head, tangling your fingers in his ash brown hair.  

Jaemin wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face and keeping your legs from crushing his head. 

You went silent, and Jaemin lifted his head when you both heard the sound of your phone ringing. 

Throwing your clothes out of the way, you and Jaemin look for your phone under the seats. 

"It's Eunji." you pick up your phone.

"Answer it." Jaemin tells you.

"Hello?"

"You guys coming?" Eunji asks.

"Yeah, we just got here. We-" your words were cut off by a gasp when Jaemin attached his lips to your clit. 

"Keep talking," he smirks. 

"You okay?" Eunji asks.

"Y-Yeah, Jaemin just hit the curb," you said, tightly curling your fingers around his hair to keep yourself from making any noise as Jaemin continued to tease you.

"Of course, he did," she said. You weren't listening to anything else she said, too focused on Jaemin's tongue swirling around your clit, sucking and flicking the sensitive nub. 

"Yeah, we'll be there in a few," you said before hanging up and dropping your phone back onto the floor. "I can't stand you," you huff, looking down at Jaemin. 

"Good thing I prefer you laying down then," he grinned before flattening his tongue against your slit. 

"Yes, yes. M'gonna cum," you warned. 

Jaemin only moaned into your pussy as you bucked your hips against his face. The vibration from his mouth caused your vision to go black and your muscles to tense up. 

"Such a good girl," he kissed your thighs, "Cumming for me so well," he murmured against your skin. 

Jaemin slides back onto the seat next to you, pulling you in and kissing you. 

Another hum from your phone breaks the two of you away.

[3:13 PM] eunji: WYA!

"Come on, Eunji's getting impatient," you say before slipping your jeans back on. 

. . .

"Big Bird would definitely win in a fight against Thanos." 

You hadn't been paying attention to whatever conversation Yangyang, Haechan, and Eunji were having. Jaemin had slid his fries between the two of you, silently sharing with you so he wouldn't have to hear Hyuck's mouth about him never sharing his food.

"You guys going to the party tomorrow?" Jaemin asks. 

"Yeah, probably. You?"

"I'll go if you go. If not, there's always other things we can do to occupy our time," Jaemin said suggestively. 

The corners of your lips twitch at his implication. Your mind was already wandering back to the twenty minutes before you two met up with your friends.

But your thoughts were interrupted by someone calling your name as they approached your table. 

"Oh, hey, Dawon," you smiled at your classmate as he stood in front of you.

"I just wanted to say thanks for sending me the notes again yesterday." Dawon said.

"Of course, it was no problem," you say.

"And we're still on for tomorrow?" Dawon asks. 

"Yeah."

"Great. I'll see you later." Dawon smiled at you and winked before walking away.

When he left, you looked around at all the eyes on you. 

"What?" you ask.

"What's going on tomorrow?" Eunji asks.

"Nothing. Dawon just asked to link me tomorrow, sometime before the party," you answer, but don't miss the look your roommate was giving you. "Don't give me that look. We're not even gonna do anything," you say, and the other three back off. 

"Does he know that?" Jaemin asks.

"Is there something you know that I should?" you ask.

Jaemin shrugs, "I mean, I don't know him personally..."

"But you know something," you narrow your eyes at him. 

"Just that his body count is higher than points he's scored all season."

You laugh, "You afraid he's a bigger whore than you?" you tease. 

Jaemin dramatically gasps, "I am not a whore." 

"So, you're just good at doing the things you do from research?"

"Yeah. Very hands-on research," he says, sliding his hand higher up your thigh. 

"What do you think is going on with those two?" Haechan whispers to Eunji and Yangyang.

"Fuck if I know. You know they're always in their own little world together," Yangyang went back to eating his food.

FRIDAY

"What are you doing here?" Eunji asks, coming into your room, Rina following behind her. 

"I live here?" you answer. 

"I mean, aren't you supposed to be on a date with Dawon?"

"First, it wasn't a date," you quickly clarify, "Second, Dawon canceled. Basketball practice or something," you mumbled. 

They made themselves comfortable on your bed like their own rooms weren't just across the hall.

"That dick apologize for bailing?" Rina asks when she sees you smile at your phone. 

"No, it was just Jaemin," you say. 

Rina and Eunji share a look with one another. 

"You two have been awfully close lately," Eunji says. 

"We're friends?" 

"You sure, just friends?" Rina asks.

"If there's something you wanna ask, just ask."

"Did you two fuck?" she asks. 

"Rina!" you looked at the two girls, awaiting your answer, "No, we didn't." 

"So you two aren't hooking up?"

"No," you say, "...Well, I mean, technically-" 

"No fucking way. You and Jaemin?"

"Are you serious?? And you didn't fucking tell me!?"

"Was it good? I know it had to be good. Jaemin definitely looks like he knows what he's doing. Whew, I know his dick is big-"

"Wait, no. Start from the beginning, I wanna know everything. When'd this start?"

The two of them finally stopped talking over one another to listen to you.

"Last Friday after you opened your big mouth," you pointed at Rina, "Jaemin kinda just offered." 

"You're welcome, then," Rina smiled proudly to herself. 

"He told me to come over Saturday-" you start before being interrupted again.

"Wait, this happened Saturday?"

"And you kept quiet this entire time?"

"Was I supposed to come home with Jaemin made me cum so hard I cried on a t-shirt?"

"You cried?" Rina asked. 

"I was having a moment."

"It was that good?" Eunji asked. 

"He made me cum three times," you answered. 

The both of them gasp in unison. 

"And he didn't fuck you?" Eunji asks. You shook your head no. "You didn't at least..you know," Eunji started making vulgar hand motions. And you shook your head, no, again.

"Even when I tried he didn't let me. Jaemin didn't really let me do anything. He just wanted to take care of me and make me feel good. And it was really fucking good."

"...So, then why are you talking to Dawon?"

you sigh, "We're not even talking. Dawon offered to make it up to me after I sent him the notes from class he missed."

"Yeah, and how does he plan on doing that?" you're asked. 

You shrug. 

"Don't lead the poor boy on."

"I'm not. I'm just being nice."

"That's a first," Rina mumbled. 

"So, then are you and Jaemin a thing now?"

"No," you say at first, "I don't know. It's just...I don't know."

"What?" 

"Usually, I wouldn't mind, but he never asks for anything. Never even a hint. And he just cares and pays attention so much, it makes me want him even more. But every time I try to do something, he brushes it off and doesn't let me do anything for him."

"And that's a bad thing, cause..."

"Because I fucking want to. But it just feels like Jaemin doesn't want me." 

"He offered to do this for you without expecting anything in return. He doesn't wanna feel like he pressured you into anything."

You groan, rolling over and burying your face into the pillows. 

He's so hot and respectful; it fuels your want for him even more. 

"You should just tell him what you want. Tonight. At the party," Rina's eyes sparkle as she runs out of the room. Gone for only a few seconds, she comes back with a dress she snagged from her closet with a grin stretching across her face, "In this." 

. . .

"Are you sure this doesn't make me look ridiculous?"

"Hell no, you look hot. No question about it," Eunji said, shooting down any doubt you were starting to have about this outfit.

"Thanks, babe," you smiled, smoothing out your dress as you followed behind your friends into the house. 

By the time you three arrived, the party was already in full swing. The bass from the speakers shook the entire house that apparently still wasn't big enough. You're surprised the neighbors haven't called the cops yet about all the drunk college students crowding the street. 

You first found Haechan, Meera, and Yangyang in the kitchen mixing whatever drinks were on the counter. 

"Here, try this." Yangyang handed you a cup. 

You gave him a questionable look, glancing at the contents in the red solo. You timidly took a sip, letting the concoction pour down your throat. You wince at the burning sensation going down to your stomach, coughing when you finish swallowing.

"What the fuck is that?"

"Whiskey, redbull, and grape juice." you almost gag at his answer. 

"Everyone else is out back." you hear Haechan yell over the music. Rina tugged you by your hand out of the kitchen, leading you through the house to the backyard. 

You were hit with a puff of smoke just as you got outside, the smell of artificial mango strawberry clouding your senses. 

Ningning threw her arms around you, slurring something along the lines of, "you look fucking hot." 

The more you heard it, the more you started to feel it. 

Jaemin's eyes seemed to be unable to tear themselves away from your figure. Not with the way the dress Rina gave you hugged your curves. 

When your eyes meet his, you already see him looking at you. Jaemin's shameless about being seen, never taking his eyes away from you. Only smiling when you caught him. He can't help his eyes wandering down the rest of your body as you strode over to him. 

"Hi." you sit down on the couch next to Jaemin. 

"Hi." he continues rolling the unfinished blunt between his fingers. "You look good." Jaemin can't stop eyeing your bare legs, thinking about how much he wants them wrapped around his head again. 

"Thank you."

"You're not gonna tell me how good you think I look?"

None of the thoughts that came to mind were ones you should be having in a public setting. 

"You don't wanna know what I'm thinking."

"Why's that?" he raised an eyebrow, sealing the backwood shut. 

You look away from him with a laugh, trying not to give too much of yourself away already. You don't know how you're expected to tell this man you want him to rearrange your spine six ways into Sunday if you can't even look him in the eye during a relatively normal conversation. 

"Fine, don't tell me," he sat back against the couch. 

You watched as he sparked the blunt. Thick clouds of smoke enter Jaemin's lungs, and you see his body relax as he expels the smoke through his nose. 

His hooded eyes meet yours as he takes another hit. The corners of his lips curl up when he has an idea. Jaemin moved closer, and you stayed still, letting the space between you disappear. He tilts your jaw up towards him before blowing smoke into your mouth. 

You ignore your friends snickering behind you, who, of course, noticed what was going on between you two.

Jaemin passes the blunt to you, watching you take a drag. As smoke fills your lungs, you let your eyes close and hold your breath for a second. 

After another long pull, you pass it to Chenle, who wasn't very happy about you jumping in front of him in the rotation. But you know, once he gets the spliff, he won't be so mad anymore.

"Your friend's been looking for you," Jaemin said. 

"Who?" you don't have half a mind to think of who he could be talking about. 

"The baseball player from your psych class."

"You mean the basketball player from econ?" you corrected. 

"Yeah, him," he waved off, "Came and asked me if you were coming."

"Don't tell me he's upstairs crying somewhere."

"What do you take me for? I'm not that mean," Jaemin side-eyed you, "But I don't like him."

"Well, that's too bad. I don't need your approval."

"That's true. But you'd just be wasting your time."

"How so?"

"You really think he'd be able to make you feel as good as I can?" Jaemin asked with a grin.

"You sound very sure of that," you tease. 

"I know twenty six hours may seem like a long time ago, baby. But maybe I need to remind you how easily I can have you shaking and crying just from my fingers and tongue," he said lowly enough, only you could hear, not like anyone else was paying attention anyway. 

You know he's right, but you can't stroke his ego right now.

"What makes you so sure that he can't give me what I want or more?"

"Because I just do. Dawon wouldn't know what to do with you. He wouldn't know how to touch you like I do. Or how to make you scream like I can." 

Jaemin's words had your skin burning with arousal, your panties definitely ruined by now. 

Jaemin knew what he was doing to you, and a part of you was more than ready to let him know he's already won. But that other part of you, fueled by the alcohol already in your system, wanted to see if you could push him. 

"That's what you think," you smirk as you lean closer to him, "But I guess there's only one way for me to find out for sure." 

Jaemin scoffs, rolling his eyes. Poking his tongue with his cheek because your words obviously had some effect on him, and he wasn't too happy about it. You pressed your thighs together because, whether you wanna admit it, it turned you on. 

"Come to the bathroom with me," Eunseong more so tells you than asks as she grabs your hand. 

Following your friend back into the house, Jaemin was left with your words replaying in his head. 

After waiting in an unreasonably long line for the bathroom, a group of five of you squeezed into one of the bathrooms upstairs that were off-limits to everyone else. But since Kali knows one of the pledges, they let you up. 

"So," Ryujin starts, "What's this with you and Jaemin?"

You look up from your phone and immediately glare at Rina. 

"I didn't even say anything!" Rina stopped touching up her makeup in the mirror to defend her innocence. 

"Something is going on. You better spill," Kali hops off the bathroom counter to join the interrogation. 

"Nothing is going on. We're just-"

"They're fucking." 

"Rina." you sigh.

"Technically, not yet. But just wait till the end of the night," Rina says with a grin, going back to reapplying mascara.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Bitch, are you serious? He's literally been eye fucking you all night," Eunseong says. 

"We literally just got here," you mumble.

"And I've already seen everything I need to in the 20 minutes you've been here," Eunseong smirks.

"You got him pussy whipped real bad," Ryujin says. 

"Oh my god, shut up." you roll your eyes.

"I think I know what you need," Kali starts, "a drink!" she grabs your hand, and the rest of you head back downstairs. 

After more alcohol enters your systems, you all find yourselves in the living room. You don't clearly remember how considering the room is packed from wall to wall, but you managed to get to the middle of the makeshift dancefloor. Whatever song was blasting through the speakers now felt like it was coursing through your entire body.

"I'm going to go get another drink," you yelled to Meera over the music. Once you get confirmation she heard you, you weave your way through the sea of bodies. 

You feel like you can finally breathe once you're in the kitchen. While pouring yourself another drink, you hear someone call your name. 

"Dawon?" you turn around, "Hey," you smile, greeting your classmate. 

"Hey, I was wondering if you were gonna be here tonight."

"I heard."

"So that I'd be able to make it up to you for canceling earlier," he leaned in closer so you'd be able to hear him over the music.

"Yeah, and what'd you have in mind?" you ask. 

"You ever been to one of our games?" 

"Can't say I have." 

"I'll get you and your friends tickets for our next one." he said, "But if that's not your thing, I have a few other things in mind," his eyes traveled down your body. 

"I bet you do," you mumbled, "But I guess this means you owe me twice now."

"I guess I do." 

One of Dawon's friends calling him for a game of beer pong got him to tear his eyes away from your cleavage.

"I gotta go. I'll catch you later?"

"Yeah," you nod before he leaves.

Taking another sip, you start making your way back to the living room. But you don't even make it out of the kitchen before you almost spill your drink on yourself, running into someone. 

"Jaemin. Hi," you smile as he places his hands on your waist, keeping you from stumbling back. 

"Hi," he smiles, his eyes even glossier and pinker than before. "You've really surprised me, angel," he slides his hands up your waist, pulling you closer, "Would've never known you were such a brat."

You giggle, wrapping your arms around Jaemin's neck, "There's plenty you don't know."

"Like why you're still talking to Dawon?"

"..Talking as in two humans having a conversation with each other?" 

"I don't like him."

"Doesn't matter whether you like him or not."

"He likes you."

"That may be true," the corners of your lips twitch, "But he's not the one I put this dress on for. And he's definitely not the one I want taking it off me tonight," you say.

If it wasn't for your close proximity, you would've missed the low groan rumbling in his throat. 

"You have any idea how hard you're making this for me?" his lips barely brush yours.

"You have no idea how badly I want to."

You were almost a hundred percent sure no one saw you and Jaemin sneak up the stairs to the second floor. You find the bathroom upstairs, to no surprise, unoccupied. 

Jaemin had his lips on yours the moment he closed the door with the weight of his body. His lips taste like a mix of beer and weed, while faint traces of whatever drinks you mixed along with your fruity lipgloss were on yours. Jaemin's hands slide down your waist to grab a handful of ass, making you groan into the kiss. 

"Tell me what you really want," he pants against your lips. 

"You, Jaemin." you slide your hand down his chest to the front of his jeans. "I wanna make you feel good too." you palm his clothed bulge, making him groan and drop his head against the door. "Can I please suck you off, Nana?" you ask, fluttering your lashes. 

"How could I possibly say no, when you ask me like that," he says as your fingers reach for the belt wrapped around his waist.  

You slip your hand into his pants and mentally curse when you wrap your fingers around him and can't fully grasp him in your hand because he's that big. You tug your lip between your teeth as you dampen your panties.

"You think you can take me, sweetheart?" Jaemin asks with a lopsided grin.

You sink to your knees without breaking eye contact. You pull his jeans down far enough to let his cock spring free.

Between the things you've heard and the suspicions you've had, you thought you knew at least half of what to expect. 

But...fuck.

But you're never one to back down from a challenge.

The corners of your lips curl up as you run your tongue along the underside of his shaft. You hum at the delightful taste on your tongue and wrap your lips around the tip. Jaemin watches as a mix of your saliva and your lipgloss coat his dick, and your pretty lips take him into your mouth. Your lashes flutter up at him, and you see his body relax against the door as you slide his cock into your mouth. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock bobbing your head back and forth, hollowing your cheeks around his length. 

"Just like that, angel. You're doing so fucking good." Jaemin softly strokes the back of your head. 

You whimper, pressing your knees together on the tiled floor. You slowly start taking Jaemin deeper down your throat, pushing the limits of your gag reflex. Tears formed in your eyes from each time the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. Jaemin continued to utter praises as he slowly rocked his hips against your face.

The sound of you choking had Jaemin's hand in your hair, pulling you off him. You whine, not just from the slight pain but the loss of him in your mouth. When Jaemin looks down at you, he sees the tears streaking down the sides of your face and the spit hanging from your lips. And he definitely doesn't miss the smile on your face as you take his cock back into your mouth again. The sight alone could've made Jaemin cum just like that.

"I wanna make you cum." you tell him.

"Fuck, baby. Keep doing that, and I will."  

Jaemin's heavy breaths filled the bathroom as he steadily fucked your mouth. His hips stuttered against your face, and his cock twitched on your tongue. 

"That's it, angel—Fuck."

Warm ropes of Jaemin's cum landed on your tongue. You opened your mouth as Jaemin milked the last of the sticky, white substance out of his cock and onto your lips. 

You closed your mouth, licking your lips and swallowing with a delighted hum. 

Jaemin takes your hand, helping you to your feet. 

"I didn't take you as much of a giver, if I'm being honest."

"Cause I'm not." you tell him, "But fuck, Jaemin, I want you." you pull him closer by his clothes.

He snaked his arms around you, kissing your lips. Jaemin slides his wet muscle into your mouth, but you lose the fight for dominance when he slips a hand between your bodies, sneaking his hand between your thighs and circling his fingers around the wet spot he finds growing on your panties. 

Jaemin started to kiss your neck when you heard a knock on the door. 

"Occupied!" you yell, hoping whoever it was would just go away. 

But they don't and bang on the door harder. 

"Fuck off-" You swing the door open as Jaemin fixes himself.

But it wasn't just some drunk partygoer on the other side of the door like you thought. 

"We gotta go. The cops are coming," Rina said. 

There were too many of you in possession of things you probably shouldn't have, to ask any questions. You and Jaemin didn't waste another second, and he took your hand, leaving the house behind Rina.

You caught people running into bushes, hopping fences, doing anything they could do to get away before the cops actually get here. 

You began to regret letting Eunji put you in these shoes because they definitely aren't made for a getaway. 

You could hear the sirens nearing as you walked down the street with Rina and Jaemin. Halfway through the walk, you realized you were still holding Jaemin's hand from when he grabbed yours earlier. Your fingers have been intertwined this entire walk, even though there's no need. But Jaemin made no effort to take his hand back, so you continued to hold hands.

You ended up meeting the rest of your friends at the old diner because no one had their car, and it was the closet thing that was still open. You realize everyone from the party must've had the same idea as it was packed with a hoard of intoxicated college students.

"That was terrifying," Kali huffs as you and Jaemin slide into their booth.

"Terrifying? That was probably the most fun I've had all year. You remember how I cleared that fence?" Yangyang was still reeling from the adrenaline.

"And then proceeded to fall into their neighbor's garden," Renjun added.  

"I barely remember that," Yangyang said.

"Must've hit your head," Meera plucked a flower petal out of his hair. 

"You okay?" Jaemin asks when you rest your head on his shoulder. 

"I'm just tired," you stifle a yawn. 

"Felix just said the party's still going on at Byounggon's," Haechan said, returning to his seat.

"Half of us can barely walk straight. We're not making it to Byounggon's."

"Chenle's too fucked up. We need to get him home."

"I am perfectly fine, thank you very much," Chenle slurred, lifting his head off the table. 

"How many fingers am I holding up?" Eunseong asked. 

"I will be able to tell you once you stop moving." he says. Eunseong was sitting perfectly still.

"Yeah, he's done," Jeno declared. 

"You guys just wanna come back to our place?" Jisung offers. And once the group comes to a consensus, you all head out.

Jeno and Haechan carry Chenle to his room while the rest disperse around the living room. But when Jaemin saw you yawn for the fifth time, he took the both of you to his room without saying a word to anyone else. 

Jaemin handed you some of his clothes cause he could tell you were starting to get irritated with the dress. 

"Jaemin, please help me get this stupid thing off," you whine, desperately clawing at your back to reach the zipper and get the damn thing off. 

You turn away from him, looking into the mirror in front of you. You catch the smirk stretching across his face as he unzips your dress. 

"What are you grinning about?" you ask. 

"I still got to be the one to take this dress off you," he said as the dress straps fell down your shoulders. 

You went into his bathroom to change out of your clothes, and you were very much ready to go to sleep once you put his on. 

But with the makeup still on your face, you knew you wouldn't sleep peacefully. 

[3:02 AM] you:  you got makeup wipes? 👀

[3:03 AM] meera: yeah i think i left some in hyuck's bathroom pause where tf are you 🤨

[3:03 AM] you: … jaemin's room

[3:04 AM] meera: bitch!?!? 😧

[3:05 AM] you: don't tell no one. except rina, ryujin, eunji, kali, and eunseong they already know

[3:06 AM] meera: i'm the last to hear about this???

[3:06 AM] you: they kinda just figured it out on their own

[3:06 AM] meera: 😒

[3:07 AM] you: so can i still get those makeup wipes 🤔

You slipped out into the hallway when you heard a soft knock on Jaemin's door. 

"Thank you. I love you so much," you take the makeup remover from Meera.

"Yeah, right. Is that why I'm the last to find out you two are fucking?"

"We can't be fucking if we haven't fucked yet." you told her, "We're just..enjoying each other's company." 

"Enjoying it very much, I see," Meera eyed you up and down in Jaemin's clothes. "You know, I've seen this before."

"What?"

"With Hyuck and I. It started out with us just sneaking around, his place, my place, the back of our cars—we lasted much longer than the two of you did," she said, making you roll your eyes, "But then it started to become more than just us fucking." 

"That's because you two were stupid and couldn't see you both had feelings for each other." Meera tilted her head. "It's not the same thing."

"You sure?"

"Yes," you answer, even though you really aren't. 

"Okay," you can tell by her tone that she doesn't believe you.

After leaving with a goodnight, Meera went back to the living room. 

While taking off your makeup, you couldn't help but let Meera's word stay on your mind. 

There's no way Jaemin has feelings for you…right? 

"Everything okay?" Jaemin asks when you come back into his room.

"Yeah," you tried to shake those thoughts out of your head for now, at least, "I'm just fucking exhausted," you sighed, falling next to Jaemin on his bed. 

Jaemin rolled onto his side, facing you, and could feel something stirring within him just from seeing you laying in his bed, wearing his clothes. 

"What?" you ask him when you notice him staring. 

Jaemin placed his hand on your hip, pulling you closer to him, and he pressed his lips to yours. You roll onto your back as Jaemin hovers over you, his lips never detaching from yours. You slip your tongue into his mouth, wrapping one of your legs around his slim waist. 

Jaemin's hand slides up your thigh, firmly holding your leg around his hip, pressing his bulge into the heat between your thighs. You roll your hips into Jaemin's, drawing a low groan from his throat. 

"So much for being exhausted," he chuckled against your lips. 

"Second wind." 

"We should probably stop."

"What if I don't wanna?" you raise an eyebrow. With the way you were looking up at him, lying so pretty beneath him, Jaemin struggled to have any sort of restraint.

"Because as tempting as it is, the first time I fuck you will not be when our friends are fifteen feet away in another room." Jaemin softly brushed your hair out of your face. "I'm not saying it wouldn't be fun to watch you try and struggle to stay quiet while you take me," he said lowly, "But I'd rather hear you scream for me." he smiled as he rolled off you.

You only huffed and crossed your arms over your chest like a spoiled child being denied what they want, "Fine," you grumble.

(next) SATURDAY

It's been a week. Probably the worst you've had in a while. So the last thing you want to do is go to a party. 

"You're really not coming with us?" Rina pouted as she laid down on your bed with you. 

You put your phone down, "I don't really want to. Besides, last weekend did it for me," you answered.

"Oh, come on. You're acting like that was the first time you've run from the cops before." Ningning said, sitting at your vanity and finishing her makeup. 

"It's not gonna be fun without you," Rina whined. 

"Why isn't your boyfriend going tonight?" Eunseong asks, coming into your room.

"Wha-Who?" you sit up. 

"Jaemin," Eunseong answers, and you roll your eyes. 

"He's not my boyfriend," you say. 

"Did you two plan this?" Rina narrows her eyes at you. 

"What? No, I haven't even talked to Jaemin today."

Just as you say this, your phone vibrates.

[7:46 PM] jaem: you going tonight 👀

[7:46 PM] you: nah

[7:47 PM] jaem: wanna come over then 😏

[7:47 PM] you: and do what 🤨

[7:47 PM] jaem: idk 🤨 smoke watch a movie maybe put my head between your thighs 😈

You needed to put your phone down and collect yourself for a moment.

[7:48 PM] you: fuck! fuck you

jaem liked a message

[7:49 PM] you: i'm omw

"Did you change your mind? You're coming?" Kali asks, seeing you getting up and changing. You didn't even realize everyone had migrated into your room. 

"Nope," you answer, flinging off your shirt and looking through your dresser for something to wear.

"So, where are you going?" Eunji asks.

"Over to Jaemin's," you say as you enter your bathroom.

"You're bailing on us to get some dick? I don't know if I should be offended or happy," Ningning crossed her arms over her chest. 

"I'm not bailing. I was already planning on not going, and so was Jaemin. We're just gonna watch a movie and probably smoke a little."

"This bitch is definitely gonna get her back blown out," you heard Meera mumble. 

. . . 

You didn't think Jaemin would have noticed you weren't watching the movie. He wasn't even looking at you, so how would he know your eyes have been drawn elsewhere? But he knew. You were put into a trance every time you watched him roll. His expert fingers so delicately packing the weed in so it wasn't too loose. 

Jaemin was ready to light the joint before he looked at you. 

"You're too far from me," Jaemin pouts. 

You roll your eyes when you let him pull you closer to him on the couch.  

"Better?" you ask, now sitting close enough your legs were practically in his lap. 

"Much," he grinned, putting the joint between his lips. 

You feel Jaemin's body relax next to you, into the couch as he exhales, smoke floating above your heads. 

The room had gotten so foggy you could barely see the TV not even ten feet away from you. Jaemin rested his hand on your thigh after passing the joint back to you, gently drumming his thumb against your knee. 

You bring the filter to your lips, taking a drag, hoping to calm the pulsing between your legs from Jaemin's hand inching up your inner thigh. You toss the two hits worth of the joint into the ashtray, not smoking anymore because you already feel high enough. 

You rested your head against the back of the couch, keeping your eyes on the screen ahead but not watching much of the film. You let your neck roll toward Jaemin's direction to find him already looking at you. 

"What?" it was hard not to feel your face heat up when he looked at you like that. 

"Nothing," he lazily smiled, "You're just beautiful," he said. 

"Shut up," you laughed and tried to turn away from him. 

"No, I mean it," he circled his arms around you and pulled you in, "You're beautiful, y/n." 

"Thank you," you smile. 

Jaemin kept you close, his eyes still studying the details of your face. 

You aren't sure which one of you initiated it first, but his lips tasted like a unique mix of coffee and smoke. You placed your knees on either side of his hips, sitting in his lap without breaking the kiss. His tongue slipped past your lips, clashing with yours.

Jaemin started kissing the side of your neck, pushing your jacket off your shoulder and leaving kisses on your skin. Jaemin unzipped the jacket the rest of the way, revealing your baby pink bralette that's been tempting him every time he got a glance of the lace adorning your skin.

"Angel.." Jaemin groaned, "A man only has so much self restraint," he mumbled against your skin, making you laugh. 

"Who's telling you to hold back?" you ask. 

Jaemin's hands stayed firmly planted on your waist on the way to his room. His lips greedily make out with yours. He threw your jacket somewhere in the room, letting his hands roam your body.

You mewl against his tongue, wrapping your arms around his neck and curling your fingers through his hair. Jaemin reached for the strings on your sweatpants, slowly untying the knot.

You continued to hold eye contact with him as you let your sweats fall to your feet. Now you were standing in front of Jaemin in nothing but your matching lace set.

Jaemin let his eyes fall down to the thin pink fabric hugging your ass, darting out his tongue to wet his lips.

Jaemin grabbed you by your waist, pulling you close enough there was no space between your bodies. He snuck his other hand into your underwear, stroking your folds. He hums delightedly, feeling how wet you are, and he's barely begun. You hold onto his arms, trying to focus on keeping your legs from giving out on you when Jaemin starts teasing your clit.

"What's all this from?" he asks.

"Like you really need me to answer that," your voice faltered as he applied pressed to your clit. "Jaemin.."

"Yeah?"

"Please don't tease me."

Your legs hit the edge of the mattress, telling you how far you've moved. You fall down onto Jaemin's bed with a soft bounce and sit up on your elbows. 

You lifted your hips, taking off your panties, flinging them onto the floor, and spreading your legs for Jaemin.

Jaemin's eyes were so dark they were damn near black as he climbed between your legs on the bed. He traced his fingers up your inner thigh as he leaned toward you. He kissed you before dipping a finger into your pussy.

You hum into his mouth, quietly moaning when he does it again with a second.

"Missed those pretty noises you make for me." he smiled, kissing your lips.

It's only been a few days since you've seen Jaemin because you both have been so busy and burned out. But it's made you realize how much time you've spent with him the last few weeks and how much you start to miss his presence when you're not together.

"Jaemin," you call his name.

"I'm right here."

"Please.."

"I got you, baby."

Jaemin pressed his lips to yours while his fingers curled against your walls. Jaemin swallows more of your moans as he slowly pumps his fingers into you.

You dropped your head to the bed, and Jaemin attached his lips to your neck, sucking marks into your skin. Your hand sneaks into his hair again, your nails lightly scratching his scalp when his teeth graze your pulse.

"Fuck-Jaem."

Jaemin smiled against your throat at the thought of the red splotches on your neck turning into bruises for everyone to see. Jaemin softly groaned when you tugged on his hair from the adjustment of his three fingers fucking you.

"Mhm, you're being so good for me," he praised.

He could feel your gummy walls pulsing around his fingers, your wetness dripping down his knuckles.

"My God, Jaemin," you choke out, feeling his fingers brush your sweet spot.

"Come on baby let me hear you. I wanna hear how good I make you feel."

"S-So good..please, don't stop. d-don't st-"

And then he stopped.

A broken cry falls from your lips, feeling your orgasm so abruptly snatched away.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he repositioned himself between your legs, "I just need to taste you."

You lift your legs over his shoulders while Jaemin kisses your thighs.

He was now face to face with your drooling pussy. Jaemin's eyes closed, tasting your juices on his tongue.

"God, baby, you taste fucking delicious." he hums, making out with your lower lips.

You made the mistake of looking at him. Jaemin had his eyes closed, losing himself in the feeling of you against his mouth with his hands holding your thighs. His eyes locked with yours, and you could feel your stomach tying in knots in the best way. Jaemin never took his eyes away from your face as he flicked his tongue against your clit. 

You watch as he let the saliva pooling on his tongue drip onto your cunt, making you shudder. 

"Fuck.." you gasp as he lapped your arousal mixed with his spit. 

Jaemin pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, pushing your knees to your chest and stuffing his face into your pussy. His tongue wiggled against your soft walls, feeling them close around the wet muscle.

You grabbed onto the sheets, only focusing on how Jaemin's making you feel. 

"Jaem," you softly call his name, your hand returning to his head, "That feels so fucking good." 

"Yeah?" you don't see the smirk stretching across his face before he slipped his fingers back inside of you. Your toes curled from the feeling of both his fingers and mouth. While he stretched your pussy open with his fingers, Jaemin wrapped his lips around your clit, giving the bundle of nerves the attention it deserves. 

"Please, please, please, Jaemin, don't fucking stop. I'm gonna-"

"You wanna cum for me, baby?"

"Yes, fuck—I need to cum," you whined. 

Jaemin could have sworn he died and went to heaven between the sound of you moaning his name and the slickness of your pussy. 

Jaemin wrapped his arms under your thighs, keeping them from trembling around his head.

"You're gonna make me cum. Shit—I'm cumming!" 

Your hips erratically thrashed against Jaemin's face, riding out your high. 

Jaemin left one last kiss on your clit before checking on you. Your eyes were glossed over, screaming with desire for him. You press your lips to his, moaning when you taste yourself on his tongue. 

Jaemin's hands were all over you again, roughly cupping your breasts in his hands, making you mewl into his mouth. 

"Jaemin..please," you mumble against his lips.

"What, baby?"

"Fuck me," you pant against his lips.

Jaemin stilled, looking into your eyes drowning with lust.

You didn't know what Jaemin was thinking, but you could tell your words had some effect on him from the way his cock twitched under his clothes against your thigh.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Jaemin. I fucking need it," you grabbed his wrist, bringing his hand back to your pussy, even wetter than before, "I need you."

"Fuck, angel," he groaned.

You grabbed the back of Jaemin's neck, bringing his lips to yours, and his fingers sank into your cunt once again.

"Your little pussy can barely take my fingers," you tried not to break eye contact with Jaemin as he fit three fingers inside of your sensitive cunt, "You think you can handle my cock, sweetheart?"

"Yes," you answer quickly. You weren't sure at all, but you sure as hell was gonna try.

Jaemin laughed at your quick response, "So desperate and needy for Nana." he kissed your lips.

You whimper when Jaemin draws his hand back, leaving you untouched. He sat back on his haunches as he tore his shirt off over his head.

You've seen Jaemin shirtless enough times to lose count. But seeing him now like this practically had you drooling from seeing his toned figure. You matched him by flinging off your top, leaving you completely naked before him.

He kicked off his boxers with his sweatpants before reaching over into his nightstand and pulling out a condom.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his dick standing at attention. You wrapped your hand around him, and he softly groaned. You smiled at his reaction, squeezing your fist around him.

"Princess.." he whispered when you kitten licked the pink tip.

You looked up at Jaemin with the most innocent smile, releasing his cock from your grasp and sitting back on your elbows.

Jaemin rolls the condom onto his dick before pumping his length in his hand a few times. He grabs you by your thighs, pulling your hips closer to his.

"Are you sure about this?" 

"Yes. Jaemin, please."

"Okay. Just tell me when to stop, and I will."

Any words you meant to utter died on your tongue when Jaemin's cock head pushed into you.

You grabbed onto his arm, your eyes rolling back at the slight painful stretch. But it only hurt enough that it felt good.

"You're doing so good for me," Jaemin said, "Taking my cock so well."

"You're so fucking big," you whine.

"I know, baby, I know. We're almost there."

You were already feeling like you were being split apart, but he still hasn't bottomed out yet.

The last few inches slip in with ease from how wet you are. 

You mewled and grabbed onto the sheets as your walls stretched around his cock to accommodate his size. 

"You're okay," Jaemin cooed, softly brushing your hair out of your face, "It's okay, I've got you," he reassured you.

"Jaem, can you please move," you whimper. 

Jaemin drew his hips back, leaving only the tip inside before sliding back in, feeling deeper than before. 

"Like that, baby?" he asks. 

"Yes, just like fucking that."

Jaemin rocked his hips into yours at a steady pace. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. 

"You're making me feel so good, Jaem," you moan against his lips. 

"Yeah? You like the way my cock just slides right into your pretty little pussy?" he smirks when he feels your pussy clench from his words. 

"Mhm, yes!" you throw your head into the pillows, "Please go faster." 

"What was that, bunny?" he asks, slowing down his movements. 

You didn't think the pet name would have much effect on you, but it made your skin feel even hotter and your pussy even slicker. You were sure you were going to go delirious because of this man. 

"M-More. Please, Nana...fuck me h-harder!" 

"Of course, angel. You've been such a good girl for me. I'll give you anything you want." 

You can hear the faint buzzing of your phone somewhere on the floor in the mess of clothes, probably texts from your friends trying to make you feel like you're missing out on the fun. But fuck a party if that meant being here with Jaemin, getting your brains fucked out instead. 

Jaemin's fingers held onto your waist so tight; there'd be bruises to show for it by tomorrow. 

Jaemin's eyes fall to where your bodies are connected, watching your pussy swallow his cock again and again. 

"Shit, princess, your pussy feels so fucking good," Jaemin groans. 

You only whine in response, unable to form words. Jaemin watched your tits bounce with every movement, hardly fighting the urge to reach out and cup your boob in his hand. He rolls his thumb over your sensitive nipple before tweaking it between two fingers, making you cry out.

Jaemin soothes the pain with his mouth, swirling his tongue around your areola while he keeps his hand occupied with the other one. 

"So good Nana. s-so good."

"Yeah, bunny? Only Nana makes you feel this good?"

"No one else ever. Only you."

Jaemin held your legs apart and pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing uncoordinated circles. 

The sound of the headboard hitting the wall mixed with your moans. Tears pooled in the corners of your eyes, rolling down the sides of your face as you repeatedly chanted Jaemin's name. 

Your arms fell over your eyes, trying to hide from the embarrassment of Jaemin watching your messy pussy take his cock over and over.

"Ah ah," Jaemin held your arms above your head, keeping them there, so he could see your face, "Don't try to hide from me, angel," he smiled as he kissed you, "I wanna see your pretty face when you cum on my cock. Okay, baby?"

"Yes." was all you said. That one word was the only thing you could say as you fell over the edge. 

You see stars behind your eyelids, your limbs and senses going numb. 

"That's it, sweetheart, cum for me."

"Jaemin-"

"I'm right behind you." 

Jaemin fucked you through your orgasm, overstimulating you until he came. After emptying into the condom, Jaemin buried his face into your neck. 

You just held each other until your breathing returned to normal, and he began checking on you.

"You did so good for me, baby," he kissed your damp cheek. "Are you okay?" he asks, brushing your hair out of your face.

You nod, sniffling, before Jaemin plants a kiss on your lips.

"Don't move, I'll be right back." he tells you.

You only nod, acknowledging his words as he kisses your forehead and leaves the room.

When a half-dressed Jaemin came back, he had seen that you barely moved from your spot. The only movement he can see is your chest slowly rising and falling. After wiping the stickiness off your skin, Jaemin redressed you in his clothes. 

"What's wrong?" Jaemin asks, softly caressing the back of your head when he notices you zoning out.

"Nothing," you mumble.

"Tell me," he says firmly. 

"No one's ever made me feel like that."

"Feel like what?"

"Like you actually care about me," you lower your eyes from Jaemin's as if you were embarrassed. But he knows that's not on you. 

"Of course, I do, angel." he almost looked offended that you would think otherwise. "You deserve everything and so much more. I still don't think I can understand why you would waste your time with those dickheads."

You shrug. "Maybe I was just hoping the next would be better than the last." you say, "But we can all see how well that worked out for me."

"Well, yeah. You're here with me now. And I'm definitely better than your last." Jaemin grins.

You smiled against his lips, softly kissing him. But just one kiss wasn't enough for you, and you found yourself chasing Jaemin's lips. You messed up his hair, running your fingers through it as Jaemin grabbed you by your thighs and seated you on his lap. Jaemin's tongue clashed with yours, his hands wandering all over your body. 

"Jaemin."

"Mhm?" 

"Don't start again." your actions greatly contrasted your words as you continued to kiss him and subtly rock your hips against his. 

Jaemin probably should have thought about it before he gave you his clothes because now all he can think is how good you look with his shirt draped over your figure.

"Seeing you like this," he licks his lips, "So responsive and so sensitive, makes it hard to not want to."

"At least give me half an hour."

"Okay." he said, kissing your nose. 

The unfinished joint from earlier made its way back to you as the two of you waited for the food you ordered to arrive.

Your munchies had your mouth salivating as you waited for Jaemin to unpack the bag the delivery guy just dropped off.

You excitedly unwrapped your food and immediately delved in. You moaned, your tastebuds savoring the flavor as you chewed. Jaemin, on the other hand, was having a hard time focusing on his food when you kept making the noises you were making.

Jaemin fed you some of his Lo mein, and you hummed sensually yet again.

"The more you keep doing that, the harder it is to not think about just taking you right here," Jaemin said so casually as he moved closer, "I could just push you on your back and keep my head buried between your thighs so I could eat you right instead." 

"Jaemin." you could already feel the throbbing ache between your legs just from his words.

"You did say half an hour, no?" he asks, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. 

You nod, "I think it's been enough time." you say before closing the space.

You widened your legs when you felt Jaemin slip a hand between your bodies. He shoved his hand into the shorts you were wearing that happened to be his and wasted no time pulling your panties to the side. Jaemin ran his fingers between your slick folds, slowly massaging your lips, making you moan into his mouth. 

Too caught up in one another, you didn't hear the voices at the front door until one of them called out to you two. 

"Hey!" 

You love your friends, but they couldn't have worse timing. Both a little annoyed, Jaemin reluctantly takes his hand away, making you whine. 

"Jesus, this place reeks. How much did you guys smoke?" Jisung scrunches his nose as he enters the kitchen. 

"Open a window and burn some incense," Jaemin says. 

"Hey- ooh you got food," Rina, pupils dilated twice their size, coming up to you and waiting for you to feed her. 

"You guys are home early. The cops busted it again?" you ask.

"No, Theo kicked everyone out when Seyoon tried swinging from the chandelier and jumping into the crowd," Yangyang answered.  

Your brows raised, and your jaw slightly dropped. Of course, something exciting happens the one time you don't go. (Still don't regret it tho!)

"You didn't see all the videos we sent?"

"I've barely been on my phone," you say. 

"What have you two been doing all night anyway?" Haechan asks as his girlfriend subtly tells him to back off. 

"Nothing." you and Jaemin both answer. 

"We just watched a movie and smoked," Jaemin said. 

Haechan was suspicious but didn't question you two any further. Everyone moved into the living room, leaving you and Jaemin alone not before Rina signaled a thumbs up at you, and you nodded at her with a wink. 

When you were sure they were out of earshot, you turned back to Jaemin. 

"So much for round two," you pout. 

"What makes you say that?"

"Weren't you the one who said you wouldn't fuck me when our friends are fifteen feet away in another room?"

"I said the first time I fuck you. I've savored every moment of that, and there will be plenty of times for me to savor every moment when it’s just the two of us later. I just want you now."

"So have me." 

a/n: if the end seems like it’s rushed it’s cause it is. i really didn’t want to make it longer than it already was even tho I wanted to keep writing. and i didn’t think it would take me this long but life’s been crazy y’all but we’re finally here!! thank you so much for waiting and thank you so much for reading <33

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for giving someone an ultimatum without letting them know and then ghosting them when they failed said ultimatum that they didn't know about?

This happened a while ago, but I still think about it occasionally.

So I (18F at the time) had a friend, S (18 FTM) in high school. (when this takes place) We weren't super close, as we'd only met senior year and would only hang out at lunch, since we had no classes together. We had a pretty average high school acquaintance/friendship.

Then on the Friday before finals/graduation week, S confessed that he thought I was cute and asked me out on a date. I said yes, as I had a secret crush on him but didn't act on it before, as I didn't want to ruin the friendship/make it weird. So I was glad my feelings were reciprocated. We cuddled and held hands at the rally that day (too nervous to actually kiss or anything in front of the whole school yet) and exchanged numbers with the intention of going on a date in the near future, as he couldn't go after school that day.

This is where I feel I might be justified.

After I got home, I texted him "hey we never actually decided on a day/time for a date. I'm free any time, when is good for you?" And we ended up deciding to meet up after school the following Monday. Then we spend the weekend texting about dumb shit.

Monday rolls around. I don't see S at school, but figured it wasn't a big deal, as we didn't actually have any classes together. After school, I wait by our agreed upon meeting place and he doesn't show up. I text him, asking what was up and he responds that he didn't go to school. He didn't feel like going, so called out "sick". (I'm not belittling his sickness, he literally told me that he wasn't actually sick, he just didn't feel like going to school and had his mom call him in sick)

For whatever reason (I was young? Dumb? Bored? Liked him? All of the above?) I forgave him for standing me up and told him we could go on a date whenever he was free and was able to get a ride or I could get a ride to his place if he wanted, as S lived in the next town over. (Neither of us had cars and public transportation in our area was not great)

Then he strung me along for an entire summer. We would text almost daily. (I use the word "text" very loosely- he exclusively used snapchat- I actually grew to HATE snapchat during this time, as he refused to text on the phone and insisted I download snapchat just to talk to him....bro wtf) We'd mostly talk about inconsequential shit- what show we were watching, what music we were listening to, etc. Every once in a while, I'd go "so...about that date...?" and he'd blow me off, making an excuse about not having a ride or something lame.

I gave him an out pretty early on. After the 2nd or 3rd excuse, I said "hey it's cool if you asked me out on a dare (it's happened before) or if you changed your mind or something. I swear I won't be mad, just let me know now so I don't waste my time" S insisted that he actually intended to go on a date, he just had transportation trouble.

This is where I may be the asshole.

So, after a whole summer (I think it was the end of August or maybe even September) I got fed up and decided in my head to test him secretly. I decided (without informing him of my plan, of course) that I was going to give him one last chance to take me on a date or I'd ghost him. I would ask him one last time when he was available to go on a date, and if he still made excuses, I would ghost him.

So I did just that. I asked him, he made some excuse about not having a ride, and I cut off contact. When I thought of this test, I had also noticed that lately, I would always be the one to message him first and initiate conversation, so I also wanted to test if he would contact me first, as a 2 in 1 test.

HOWEVER, I didn't block him. I just stopped contacting him first and ghosted him with no explanation. He could've contacted me at any point, but didn't.

I never saw or heard from him again.

I know he's the asshole for asking me out, standing me up, and stringing me along, but am I also the asshole for giving him an ultimatum without his knowledge and ghosting him?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[appocalipse]

Hiiii angst fic idea!!! Sorry if they are weird you can totally ignore this <3

Miscommunication with steve, maybe he makes reader feel bad but he didn't want to and reader just goes quiet and he doesn't understand, but tries really hard to make everything better, with a happy ending maybe, if you want.

Or another idea is that Steve is with a very extroverted r and everybody think it's weird, so r feels kinda insecure but cute ol steve makes her feel better (i feel like this is more of hurt/comfort, but maybe you like the idea).

Ok, that all, byeeee!!!

thank you so much for your request ♥ you're welcome to send more!

The neon lights of the arcade flicker against your face, illuminating your features as you watch Steve play Centipede. You lean against the machine, your arms crossed, as you wait for him to finish the game. It's a Friday night, and you've been looking forward to this all week. It's your first date in a while; you want it to be perfect.

"You're up," Steve says, turning to you with a grin.

You smile back, feeling that familiar warmth inside your chest. "Watch and learn, baby," you tease, taking the joystick from him.

Steve watches as you play, offering tips and encouragement when you need it. You're having fun, but you can't shake the feeling that something's off. Steve seems distracted, distant almost, like he's trying too hard to seem like he's paying attention. He's not nearly as talkative as he usually is, and you find yourself carrying most of the conversation.

As you finish the game, Steve turns to you. "That was impressive," he says, but far from usual, his tone is flat.

You try to ignore the feeling of disappointment that creeps up in your chest, the sting of insecurity squeezing at your heart. "Thanks," you murmur, putting the joystick back in its place. "Do you want to… try something else?"

You kind of expected what happens next: Steve shakes his head.

"I hate to cut the night short, but I'm really feeling exhausted," he confesses, taking your hand and absently running his thumb over your palm. "Can I take you home?"

"Oh," you say, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice. "Yeah, sure."

As you walk out of the arcade, you can't help but feel a pang of sadness. This is far from how you envisioned the night going. You wanted it to be romantic, special, something to make up for lost time…yet you don't want to disregard Steve's feelings. It wouldn't be fair.

Once outside, Steve turns to you, his expression softening. "I'm sorry," he says. "I didn't mean to be distant tonight. It's just…I've got a lot on my mind."

You're pretty sure he can sense the way you feel sometimes. "What's going on?" you ask, relief and concern washing over you at the same time.

Steve hesitates, his eyes flickering away from yours. "It's nothing, really," he says, his voice strained. "Just some stuff with work, you know. It's been tough lately."

You nod slowly, trying to comprehend the weight of what he's saying. "I understand," you say softly. "I'm here for you, Steve. Always."

Steve's gaze meets yours again, and you see a flicker of something in his eyes. Regret, maybe, or guilt. "I know," he agrees. "I'm sorry. I just…I didn't want to burden you with my problems. You've got your own stuff going on."

You shake your head, feeling a little frustrated. "That's not the point," you say. "We're in this together, remember? That's what a relationship is about. Sharing the good and the bad."

Steve looks at you, and you see something shift in his expression. A softness, a vulnerability. "You're right," he says. "As always. I'll…I'll do better, I promise."

You smile, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "I know you will," you say. "And…I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have assumed things without talking to you first."

Steve takes your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "It's okay," he says. "We all make mistakes. What matters is that we learn from them."

"Oooh, you're so wise all of a sudden," you say, playfully poking his arm. "But enough serious talk for tonight. Let's get you home so you can rest."

You both start walking towards Steve's car, the cool night air brushing against your skin. As you get closer, you notice the way the streetlights cast a warm, golden glow over the pavement. You take in a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm settle over you.

Steve's hand slips into yours, and you feel a spark of electricity run through you. You turn to him, noticing the way his eyes crinkle adorably at the corners when he grins at you.

Steve's grin widens, and he nods in agreement. "Sounds good to me," he says. "But, you know, I suddenly don't feel so tired anymore."

You raise an eyebrow, a playful smirk on your lips. "Oh?" you prompt.

He leans in closer to you, his breath warm against your cheek. "Yeah," he says, his voice low and husky. "I was thinking maybe I could stay at your place tonight. You know, for some extra rest."

You feel your heart skip a beat at his words, and you can't help but smile. "Well, I don't know," you say, teasingly. "I don't want to be a bad influence."

Steve laughs, a sound that sends the best kind of shiver down your spine. "Too late for that," he says, his eyes shining with warmth. What more could you ask for?

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BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM - CH.4

Chapter 4: ​​Scandal Does Funny Things To Pride, But Brings Lovers Closer

Summary: After harboring a crush on your dad's charming best friend, Joel Miller, you graduate college only to be confused by something he supposedly said to you, but then he and his daughter Sarah, reluctantly move away due to his work. Six months later, Joel returns to town, and you're desperate to confirm if his words were real. Both you and your dad eagerly await his arrival but for entirely different reasons. As feelings intensify, you realize that falling for him might not be temporary after all.

Paring: Dbf!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, AGE-GAP Romance, Reader is Early twenties and Joel is in his late 30s to early 40s, Secret Romance, Sneaking Around, FLUFF, LOTS OF SMUT, SMUT, SMUT, Heavy Make Out Session, Oral Male Receiving, Penetration Kissing, Barely any plot, NOT A SLOW BURN AT ALL, Relationship, Swearing, Depression, Anxiety, Crying, Suggestive content, Flirting, Flattery, Awkward, Virgin reader, inexperienced reader, slightly Self Deprecating, Suggestive Content, Size Kink, Reader is “smaller” than Joel but no further descriptions, Breeding Kink, PWP (wrap it up), Body worship, declaring their love for each other, 

Word Count: 5.8k

A/N: I wrote this in two days and I’m lowkey unsure if this all makes sense LMAO. So here we are, at the final chapter… tf am I gonna do now… (*stares at all the unfinished series rewrites*) well… damn. See you at the epilogue. 

Side note: I’m dyslexic and English isn’t my first language! So I apologize in advance for the spelling and/or grammatical errors. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are always appreciated. Thank you and happy reading!

Song: But Daddy I Love Him by Taylor Swift

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Joel doesn't think you both slept a wink that first week, the two of you creeping around in the dead of night and again in the pre-dawn light. You were over at Joel's place every morning, right after your dad left for work. He still thinks you're in your own bed every night, only helping Joel out part-time during the day.

But in between when he leaves for work and when he gets home for dinner, you're right where you belong – by Joel's side. Or, in most cases, bouncing your fine ass on the end of his thick, throbbing cock until you're screaming his name into a pillow.

It's not as if you haven't tried to tell your dad the truth. Joel has, too. But it cuts him up to keep anything from his oldest friend, especially when he sees your dad on such a high. Telling him the reality of the situation would surely ruin him.

Even though Joel knows it's the right thing to do, the thought of shattering your father's newfound joy and confidence is almost too much to bear. He's seen the way your dad's face lights up when he talks about the success of his business, all thanks to Joel's intervention.

Your dad is even making noise about setting up a workshop on the East Coast, making Joel's original idea sound like his own. But if it makes him happy, Joel's happy. Because of all that, you and Joel made a pact – if your dad asks either of you directly if you're anything more than just friends, you'll tell him the truth. But he's been so busy that neither of you have actually seen much of him at all.

As uneasy as it makes Joel, keeping the both of you a secret just a little longer seems like the easiest way to avoid making waves. Or so Joel thought. It's been two weeks to the day, and Joel doesn't think you or him have ever been happier your whole lives, except for the sneaking around past your dad bit.

But your dad is no dummy. And Joel can see now that he should have just come out with it, long before helping him get his business into first gear. You both guess that you two got lazy.

It happens right after another one of your father's dinners on a Friday night. He's insisted Joel, Tommy, and Sarah come over, and he'll cook for all of you. But come eleven o'clock, when Tommy and Sarah go home, and then midnight, you and Joel are giving each other guarded glances. And your dad takes on the air of a man who has something to say.

"I should probably head to bed," you say, about to excuse yourself, but your dad asks you to sit.

"You don't have to pretend anymore, honey," your dad says calmly, shaking his head and laughing to himself. But it's not a happy laugh – it's a wounded, ironic kind of grimace he wears as his eyes settle on Joel's.

"And you, Joel? I suppose you're beat after spending the day with my daughter 'helping you out' around the house, huh?" your dad says cuttingly, but he regains his composure quickly.

"I guess I have somethin' to tell you," Joel croaks, trying to swallow but feeling his mouth dry as dirt.

"I guess we both have something to tell you," you add, making Joel jump when your hand slips into his, and you rest them both on the table.

Your dad takes in a sharp breath, steadying himself, and Joel has to say, he's being a fucking man about it. "So go ahead," he murmurs.

"Tell me all about it," he says before raising his hand quickly. "No. Don't tell me all about it. I don't need to know the sordid details... Just tell me when all this started, Joel. You too, hon'," he asks, looking over to you, his eyes filling up with tears before either of you even says a word.

"How could you?" he sniffs bitterly, looking every bit as hurt and betrayed as Joel thought he might, but he's not angry. Not angry at all. Just hurt that you two have been fooling around behind his back and keeping secrets.

You feel upset too and lower your head in shame, but Joel, for one, feels better now that he knows. The burden of the lie has been removed, and he's ready to face the consequences, whatever they may be.

Joel takes a deep breath, his hand tightening around yours. "I've been in love with her since the day she graduated," he tells your father, his voice steady and unwavering.

"Things moved quicker than I thought, and it wasn't until we both knew how much we were in love that it meant hurting you if you knew," Joel explains, not making excuses, but trying to help your dad understand.

Your father is silent for a moment, his brow furrowed in thought. "So. You coming all the way out here, for good. All that was just a way to get to her?" he asks, his tone laced with a hint of accusation.

"Don't twist it to make it look like that," Joel retorts, but your dad isn't entirely wrong.

"I meant what I said about helping you, and I still do," Joel reminds him, his voice firm.

"I can give her more than any man half my age, too. Give her a life..." Joel trails off, his words hanging in the air.

The tension in the room is palpable as your dad's anger flares, his words sharp and cutting. "What? Give her a life her father couldn't? She's my fucking daughter, Joel. Who the fuck asked you to help yourself, huh?" he demands, his frustration evident. But you interject, your own voice rising in defense.

"I'm not a kid anymore, Dad. I'm an adult. And I know you've provided for me, always made sure I have everything I need," you assert, your tone firm and unwavering.

"But do you think a woman like me is ever gonna have a guy like Joel just breeze into town, sweep me off my feet, and then let him go?" you challenge defiantly. "Getting eight bucks an hour tutoring part-time and living with my Dad into my old age isn’t the kind of life I had planned for myself."

Joel admires your fire, proud of you for speaking your mind. The air crackles with tension, but at least everyone is having their fair say. Despite the burning bridge, the honesty in the room feels like a weight lifted off your shoulders.

For your dad to take the news without his fists flying, Joel realizes he's matured more gracefully than he would have given him credit for. The pulse of the moment slows, the truth out in the open. No more hiding, but decisions loom ahead that may not be easy.

Your father reflects, a nostalgic air settling around him. "I knew that day of your graduation, sweetheart. And I know you better than you think, Joel," he says, his gaze shifting between the two of you. "I just didn't want to believe it."

"I love her," Joel declares, his voice unwavering. "I'm having his baby, Dad," you begin, the revelation causing a moment of shock between both your dad and Joel, before your laughter breaks the tension.

“You should have seen your faces.” You chuckle a little.

"Honestly, I want to have his kids, Dad. I want us to be together forever. I want to take care of Sarah. House, kids... the whole nine yards," you chime in, relief evident in your voice.

Your father's response is unexpected, a mix of emotions playing across his face. "I know you do, sweetie," he comforts you, a smile creasing his face. "You wanna be the mom you never had. And I guess I just didn't wanna lose the little girl I raised all on my own."

As your father prepares to leave, the moment's weight settles over you all. "I just need time, Joel," he finally says. "Time to get used to all this... Time to get used to not having her around."

The nuclear fallout you both expected never came, not in the way you expected. The night ends with a sense of understanding and acceptance, your father's blessing a silent promise of support and love.

Walking home next door, the weight of the evening hangs heavy in the air. In the quiet of your shared bed, you find solace in Joel's arms, the raw emotion of the moment bringing you closer than ever before. You are crying in his embrace, the tears flowing freely as the tension and relief of the confrontation with your father wash over you.

But it feels just as good to Joel, this shared vulnerability. Sharing the not-so-great times as well as the good times – this is what being with someone is truly all about. The good thing is that you don't have to keep anything secret anymore, and better still, you both have your dad's blessing.

Probably the most important thing for Joel, because without his best friend and the woman he loves, where would he be?

"We good?" you sniffle, rubbing your puffy eyes as you look up at Joel. He lifts your face from his chest, holding you close.

"Oh, we're better than good, darlin'," he smiles back at you. "We're perfect," he tells you, stroking your hair as you lie silent for a long time.

"I love you," you eventually murmur, drifting into a dreamless sleep with a little smile playing on your lips.

"And I love you more," he promises you, kissing your forehead goodnight. He's already waiting for the morning so he can tell you the same again, his heart swelling with the knowledge that you are his, and he is yours, without the need for secrecy or shame.

The weight of the evening has lifted, replaced by a sense of relief and contentment. No longer do you have to tiptoe around, hiding your love and affection. Your father's blessing, though not without its reservations, is a testament to the depth of your connection and the trust he has in Joel to care for you.

As you sleep peacefully in Joel's arms, he can't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude. This woman, this life, is more than he ever dared to dream of. With your father's acceptance, the path ahead is clearer, and Joel is determined to cherish every moment, to build a future that will make you both proud.

As you stir from the depths of slumber, the remnants of a dream linger, tantalizing and vivid. Joel's image flickers in your mind, a hunger burning behind your eyelids, a relentless craving that claws at your senses.

With a slow, drowsy blink, reality floods back, engulfing you in a haze of sensation. Heat coils low in your belly, radiating outward as awareness seeps into every pore. And then you feel it—the intoxicating pressure between your thighs, a languid caress that sends sparks shooting up your spine.

Your gaze drifts downward, heart pounding in your chest as you take in the sight before you. Joel lies beneath the duvet, his form obscured yet unmistakable in the dim light. His rugged features are softened by the shadows, the scruff of his beard grazing your skin like a promise unspoken.

A shiver courses through you as his tongue dances over your slick folds, igniting a firestorm of need that threatens to consume you whole. Your back arches involuntarily, a breathy sigh escaping your lips as pleasure blossoms deep within.

"Joel... fuck..." you moan, the words torn from your throat in a desperate plea for more. His head emerges from beneath the covers, lips glistening with your essence, eyes smoldering with untamed desire.

"You gotta be quiet, darlin'," he murmurs, his voice thick with a southern drawl that sends shivers cascading down your spine. "Might wake the whole house up. Can you do that for me, be a good girl?"

Your heart pounds in your chest, pulse racing as his words wash over you like a wave crashing against the shore. With a nod, you bite down on your lip, a silent promise of compliance as you surrender to the whirlwind of sensation engulfing you.

As Joel's tongue delves deeper, tracing patterns of ecstasy along your sensitive flesh, your senses spiral out of control. Every flick, every swirl sends shockwaves of pleasure cascading through your body, igniting a fierce inferno that threatens to consume you whole.

"Fuck, Joel," you whimper, fingers tangling in the sheets as you surrender to the heady rush of sensation. His touch is electric, setting your nerve endings ablaze with a fervor unlike anything you've ever known.

With a low growl, Joel's lips capture yours in a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a passionate dance of desire. His hands roam over your trembling form, tracing the curves of your body with reverent exploration.

"You taste like heaven, darlin'," he murmurs against your skin, his breath hot against your ear. "Gonna make you scream my name until the whole damn house knows who you belong to."

A shudder wracks your body at his words, desire pooling low in your belly as you succumb to the primal urge driving you both. With a wordless plea, you arch into his touch, craving more of him with every fiber of your being.

Joel's fingers slip between your thighs, finding you slick and ready for him. With a wicked grin, he teases your entrance, circling your clit with agonizing slowness before plunging deep inside you with a single, relentless thrust.

"Fuck, yes," you cry out, the words torn from your lips in a breathless plea for more. Joel's pace quickens, each thrust driving you higher and higher until you're teetering on the edge of oblivion.

In the soft glow of morning light streaming through the window, you find yourself tangled in Joel's embrace, limbs intertwined in a mess of sheets and limbs. His chest rises and falls with each breath, the rhythmic cadence a comforting lullaby as you revel in the aftermath of your shared passion.

With a tender sigh, Joel presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, his touch gentle against your feverish skin. "God, you're beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "I could spend eternity right here, just like this."

You feel the heat stain your cheeks at his words, warmth flooding your veins at the intensity of his gaze. "I feel the same way," you whisper, fingers tracing lazy patterns over his chest. "Being with you like this... it's like coming home."

Joel's lips curve into a tender smile, his eyes alight with adoration as he brushes a strand of hair from your face. "You're my home, darlin'," he murmurs, his voice a soft rasp that sends shivers dancing down your spine. "And I'll do anything to make sure you feel safe and loved, always."

His words linger in the air, a comforting blanket enveloping you. In Joel's embrace, you discover a sense of peace, a haven amidst life's storms. Here, in this quiet moment, you realize that with Joel beside you, and you're so excited and can't wait to see what happens next.

As the morning sun filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the breakfast table, you took a deep breath and shared the news with Sarah and Tommy. The revelation of your relationship with Joel and your decision to stay with them while your dad was away for the week hung in the air, a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.

Sarah's eyes lit up with joy, her enthusiasm palpable as she practically bounced in her seat, devouring her scrambled eggs with gusto. Tommy, ever the observant one, shot you both a sly look that made your cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

You knew you needed to work on being quieter, but it was a challenge when Joel had a way of taking you to heights of pleasure that left you gasping and moaning, unable to contain the sounds of ecstasy that escaped your lips.

The dynamic between the four of you shifted subtly, a new energy crackling in the air as the unspoken tension of your newfound relationship with Joel lingered between bites of toast and sips of coffee. Sarah's infectious excitement was contagious, her chatter filling the room with a sense of camaraderie and shared secrets.

Tommy's knowing glances added a layer of intrigue to the morning, his playful smirk hinting at a deeper understanding of the dynamics at play. You couldn't help but feel a rush of desire at the thought of Joel's touch, his presence a magnetic pull that left you yearning for more, even in the most mundane moments.

As the morning unfolded, the anticipation of the week ahead hung in the air, a mix of uncertainty and excitement swirling around the breakfast table. The unspoken promise of stolen moments and whispered confessions added a layer of tension to the morning routine, turning the mundane into something charged with possibility.

With each passing minute, the weight of your decision to stay with Sarah and Tommy while your dad was away settled over you, a mix of nerves and anticipation building in the pit of your stomach.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape, you found yourself in the midst of a perfect evening with Joel. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze created a soothing backdrop to your shared moment.

Joel's hand in yours felt like a perfect fit, his touch sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. The two of you had decided to take a leisurely stroll through the nearby park, the soft grass underfoot adding to the sense of intimacy that enveloped you both.

As you walked side by side, the conversation flowed effortlessly between you, a mix of playful banter and heartfelt confessions that deepened the connection between you. Joel's laughter was like music to your ears, his Texan drawl adding a touch of charm to every word he spoke.

"You know, darlin', I can't get enough of these little moments with you," Joel said, his gaze warm and adoring. "It's like the rest of the world just fades away when I'm with you."

You felt a blush creep across your cheeks, your heart fluttering at his words. "I feel the same way, Joel. Being here with you, it's like everything else just falls away."

The setting sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, casting a romantic glow over the scene. You couldn't help but steal glances at Joel, his features bathed in the warm light, his eyes reflecting the beauty of the moment.

As you reached a secluded spot by a tranquil pond, Joel's gaze met yours, a silent understanding passing between you. Without a word, he pulled you into his arms, his touch sending a surge of desire through you. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of shared intimacy.

"I can't get enough of you," Joel murmured, his voice low and husky. "Every moment with you feels like a dream."

You melted into his embrace, the heat of his body searing through you. The air crackled with tension, desire simmering just beneath the surface as you lost yourselves in each other.

The soft rustle of the wind in the trees provided a gentle soundtrack to your shared moment, heightening the sense of intimacy between you. In that perfect moment, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the warmth of Joel's touch, you felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over you.

As the evening drew to a close, the stars began to twinkle in the darkening sky, casting a magical spell over the night. With Joel by your side, you felt like anything was possible, the future stretching out before you like a blank canvas waiting to be painted with the colors of your love.

The stars had begun to twinkle in the darkening sky, lending an enchanted quality to the night. As you and Joel continued your leisurely stroll through the park, hand-in-hand, you couldn't help but be filled with a sense of wonder and possibility.

As if reading your thoughts, Joel squeezed your hand gently, his dimpled smile lighting up his features. "What's got you smiling like that, darlin'?" he asked, his affectionate nickname for you causing a flutter in your heart.

"I don't know," you replied honestly. "I just feel so... happy."

Joel's smile widened at your words. "Me too. Being here with you feels like magic."

You walked in comfortable silence for a while, taking in the sights and sounds around you. The chirping of crickets, the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze, the distant hum of traffic - it all blended together to create a peaceful symphony that added to the romantic atmosphere.

As you reached a small clearing by a pond, Joel guided you towards a bench tucked away under a weeping willow tree. Sitting down beside him, you leaned against his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around you.

"This is perfect," he said softly, gazing out at the tranquil water. "Just being here with you under this beautiful sky."

The next few days were a whirlwind of stolen glances and heated touches, the air thick with unspoken desire and anticipation. Every stolen moment with Joel left you breathless, your skin tingling with the promise of what was to come. The thought of your father's imminent return lingered in the back of your mind, but in Joel's arms, the world faded away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of shared intimacy.

One evening, as you stood side by side in the cozy kitchen, the scent of simmering spices filling the air, Joel's presence was a magnetic pull you couldn't resist. Without warning, he pulled you into his arms, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss that left you dizzy with need.

"I've been craving this all day, darlin'," Joel murmured against your lips, his breath hot against your skin.

A soft giggle escaped your lips, your fingers trailing down the strong lines of his jaw. "You certainly know how to make a girl feel special, don't you?"

Joel's eyes gleamed with mischief, a wicked grin playing on his lips. "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what I have in store for you. I'm just gettin’ started."

Before you could respond, Joel scooped you up in his arms, a playful glint in his eyes as he carried you towards the bedroom. Your heart raced with excitement, your arms wrapping around his neck as he laid you down on the soft sheets, his body pressing against yours in a deliciously intimate embrace.

The room was bathed in a soft, golden light, the air heavy with the promise of passion and desire. Joel's touch ignited a fire within you, his hands roaming your body with a hunger that mirrored your own. Every caress, every kiss, sent a jolt of electricity through you, building the tension between you to a fever pitch.

Joel's breath was hot against your skin, his body moving in time with the rhythm of your own desires. He pulled away for a moment, gazing into your eyes, the only source of light in the room casting shadows across his face. "I love you," he whispered, his voice husky with need.

You couldn't respond, lost in the intensity of the moment. Your heart pounded in your chest, matching the throbbing pulse of desire between your legs. With a low growl, Joel moved his lips to yours once more, his tongue probing your mouth with a fierce hunger.

The sound of your labored breaths, mingling with the low growls of desire that escaped his lips. The air grew heavy with anticipation, charged by the electricity that crackled between you. His fingers traced the sensitive skin at the apex of your thighs, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your veins.

The heat radiating from his body, the primal energy pulsing between you. As he pulled you closer, your muscles tensed in anticipation, every cell in your body yearning for the connection.

His lips met yours in a searing kiss, their tongues dancing together in a frenzied tango of need. You could taste the sweetness of desire on his lips, the tang of salt from your tears of pleasure. His hands roamed your body, exploring every inch of your skin as if committing it to memory.

You couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as he spoke those words. You wanted nothing more than to take him into your mouth, venturing into the world of pleasure and sin that awaited you. You opened your mouth, allowing your tongue to dart out and wet your lips in anticipation, his eyes never leaving yours.

He guided his erection towards your mouth, the velvety head brushing against your lips. You opened wider, welcoming his invasion. His eyes darkened, and he groaned as you enveloped the entirety of his shaft in your warm embrace. You began to suck gently, the rhythmic motion of your head creating a wet, slurpy sound as your lips and tongue massaged him.

As he thrust deeper into your mouth, you struggled to breathe, your lungs involuntarily attempting to escape the suffocating embrace of his thick, pulsating member. Yet, you remained steadfast, determined to please him, to satiate his carnal desires.

His animalistic groans echoed in your ears, as though the very walls of the room had begun to quiver in response to his euphoric release. You could feel his veins, now bulging with the ferocity of his climax, vibrate against your sensitive lips and tongue, heightening the already intense sensations coursing through your body.

You could feel his heart pounding wildly, the rhythm syncing with the beats of your own. The room was filled with his scent, musk and sweat, a potent mix that drove you on. Your tongue swirled around his hard length, savoring the taste of him.

His hands gave your head a gentle squeeze, urging you on. His pleasure was your reward, the way his breath hitched and his hips thrust harder. You moved your head in time with his, sucking him deep, keeping a steady rhythm as his release approached.

The sudden tightening of his body spoke of his climax, and you knew you had to continue. Your lips glided up and down his shaft, focusing all your attention on the growing flutters within him.

Finally, he groaned, his release a hot, salty flood that filled your mouth. You swallowed quickly, eager to please him, the taste lingering on your tongue like the first bite of a ripe peach. He pulled away, breathless and flushed, his eyes locked on yours in a silent communion of satisfaction.

“You’re turn, darlin’,” Joel says, his eyes dark and his voice deep as midnight. You feel him grab your hips and begins to devour you, kissing every inch of skin and grabbing your body with an almost primal hunger. The air around you seems to grow thick with desire as you cling to him, your breath catching in your throat. He slides his hands up under your shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of your spine, and you can't help but arch into his touch, moaning softly.

Joel's lips trail down your neck, and you suck in a sharp breath as his teeth gently scrape against your delicate skin. A warm flush spreads across your body, and you feel yourself growing bolder, more willing with each passing moment. He bites down gently, leaving a mark that matches the one he gave you days ago, and you shudder with pleasure.

His lips explore every part of your body, getting closer and closer to your core. You can feel the heat radiating from him, his desire for you palpable in his every touch. The pace quickens as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently, a possession claim of sorts. Your breath hitches, your heart pounding in your chest, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation.

His hands, strong and calloused, graze the soft skin at the nape of your neck, expertly unfastening the delicate clasp of your dress. It falls to the ground, pooling around your ankles, leaving you exposed in just a lace-edged bra and matching underwear. 

Simultaneously, his hands slide beneath your underwear, his fingers exploring, tracing patterns and leaving trails of fire on your skin. He pauses, his eyes locking with yours, his gaze fierce and unyielding. In that moment, you feel a connection, a bond that transcends physical desire. It's more than just lust; it's passion, raw and unbridled.

The room is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, skin against skin, and moans of pleasure, creating a symphony of desire that drowns out any other noise.

The air is heavy with the scent of sweat and musk, a heady mixture that serves to heighten the sensual atmosphere. The lingering scent of scented candles adds a touch of sweetness to the mix.

You can't take it anymore. The anticipation, the desire, it's all too much. Your body is on fire, begging for release. And Joel knows it.

"Fuck, Joel, please," you whine, your hips grinding against his in desperation.

He chuckles darkly, his lips grazing against your neck. "Alright, baby," he murmurs, and before you know it, he has entered you.

His cock slides into your weeping hole with ease; you're slick and wet from both arousal and anticipation. You gasp at the feeling of him filling you up completely, every inch of him stretching you in all the right ways.

Joel's movements are slow and deliberate at first, as if savoring every moment. But soon enough, the pace quickens as he pounds into you with a primal need. 

Your bodies move together in perfect harmony, each thrust sending shivers of pleasure through you.

Moans and gasps escape your lips uncontrollably as Joel hits all the right spots within you. Every touch feels like electricity coursing through your veins; every kiss like a fire burning between you two.

Your fingers grip onto his back desperately as he brings you closer to the edge. Your moans become louder and more frantic as your body tenses with impending release.

With one final thrust, Joel pushes both of you over the edge into pure ecstasy. Your bodies tremble together as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. You cling onto each other tightly as powerful orgasms rock through your bodies.

As you come down from your high, Joel pulls out of you gently and collapses beside you on the bed. Your breathing is heavy and labored as both of your hearts beat in sync.

Joel pulls a blanket over both of your naked bodies before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close to him. You snuggle into his chest contentedly, feeling more satisfied and loved than you ever have before.

The sunlight streams in through the window, casting a warm glow over your tangled bodies. You stir, slowly coming to consciousness as the events of last night flood back to you.

Your eyes flutter open and you find yourself staring into Joel's deep brown gaze. He smiles at you, his fingers still tracing soothing patterns on your skin.

"I love you," he says, his words soft and sincere. 

The sound of his voice is filled with love and emotion, sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

You smile and snuggle closer to him, basking in the warmth of his love. It's a feeling like no other, one that fills you with happiness and contentment.

As you lay there together in peaceful silence, memories of how the two of you came to be fill your mind. And it was the best decision either of you had ever made.

"I can't imagine my life without you," Joel whispers, breaking the silence between you two.

Tears prick at your eyes at his words. You feel overwhelmed with emotion - gratefulness for having someone like him in your life and overwhelming love for him.

"I feel the same way," you reply honestly, turning to look into his eyes once again. "I never want to lose you."

Joel leans in and kisses you gently, sealing his promise with actions rather than words. And as your lips move against each other's in a sweet embrace, all doubts fade away.

This is real and true love; a connection that goes beyond physical attraction or fleeting emotions.

It was a connection that defied reason and logic, a force that could not be contained or explained. It was a love that knew no boundaries and bloomed in every corner of their being, the sweetest melody that echoed in their hearts with every beat.

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