#lineman x reader

[wannaeatramyeon]

Could you do relationship headcanons for our big deal boys Jerry and Brad (and Jason and Lineman too if you want) 👉👈 Or maybe them eating dinner with reader for the first time in a while and realizing how much they miss reader?

Hi Anon! Thanks for requesting :) I can't believe I haven't done more boyfriend/relationship hc?! This has been sitting in my drafts forever and soooorta is what you asked for.

Lookism guys as YOUR boyfriend hc

Uhhh almost everyone here (Brad, Jason, Lineman, Jerry, Jake, Sinu, Daniel, Jay, Vasco, Jace, Zack, Vin, Goo, Johan, Eli, Warren, DG, Samuel, Xiaolong, Ryuhei, Eugene, Jihan, Jibeom, Hudson + crumb for Hangyul, Taejin)

Brad Lee

Happy go lucky most of the time. Brad will make you smile and laugh, your best friend as well as your boyfriend. Don't be fooled, just because he can be silly doesn't mean he doesn't take this relationship seriously. Sincere and committed, will do what he needs to make you and him work. A girlfriend privilege, or chore if you're being honest, is constantly shaving his head. If he pisses you off? Shave a stripe down the middle and hide the razor.

Jason Yoon

Self professed as not that great with words, and can be a little standoffish but worships the ground you walk on. Loyal to a fault, and waits on you hand and foot. He's not the most physically affectionate but anticipates your every need, doing things for you before you even realise you wanted them. Self-sacrificing with Big Deal and as your boyfriend. Make sure his needs are taken care of, he deserves it!

Lineman

Listen, this guy bullshits a lot. He's full of bravado and confidence but he is surprisingly earnest when it comes to you. Everything may be exaggerated and said flippantly, but Lineman does think you're the most beautiful, the smartest, the absolute best. No competition. Completely fearless with anything you throw at him. Whether that's something adventurous in the bedroom or a life plan 10 years in the future.

Jerry Kwon

If he is Jake's sword, then he is your shield. Most of the time he barely needs to do anything, just being with him makes sure thugs and troublemakers will stay away. Nevertheless, protects you from danger and cuddling with Jerry will melt all your stress away. Loves you as much as he respects Jake. Which is a whole frickin' lot. Probably more than you would ever know. A big teddy bear, and can be shy - needing you to make the first moves or read his moods.

Jake Kim

You've done it. You've reached the peak. Maximum good times, minimum mental breakdowns. He is stable, a great caregiver and maybe the funniest person you will ever meet, or at least he likes to think so. Does tend to prioritise Big Deal over your relationship and being his girlfriend. You need to be very understanding. Shame he spends a lot of time away from you dealing with the crew but he more than makes up for it with kisses and cuddles and attention (where he can spare it).

Sinu Han

Who do you think taught Jake how to respect women? Gapryong? Nah. It's this girlboss. Didn't used to have much time nor money as Big Deal boss. Now at least he has lots of time and will make sure you are top prority. Literally got yourself a whole househusband. He has nothing better to do than look after you. When you're apart, loves making and sending little videos of himself to you to cheer you up. And it's not hard once you see his beaming bright smile.

Daniel Park

Very sweet, Zack might have stole his first kiss but he wants you to be the first for everything else! His obliviousness to all the girls hitting on him would piss you off though. Once you've spoken to him and he realises, he'll apologise profusely and makes sure it's very clear that he's taken. "Yes, I've got a girlfriend. Yes, I'm very happy. Please I'm not interested!" Very easy for you to make him blush. He might have heard a lot of flattery, but just tell him how cute he looks today and he will flush bright red.

Jay Hong

Are you ready to be spoiled? Have all your whims fulfilled? This man will literally go to the moon and back for you, and he could pay for it to. Loves spoiling you, shopping with you is one of his favourite pastimes but enjoys spending time with you even if it's chilling with the pups. Writes you little messages and notes for you to find throughout the day. Very sentimental and keeps a memento of pretty much everything. Apart from having cash for days, other major girlfriend privileges include seeing his eyes and riding around on his motorbike. Which is pretty sexy, not gonna lie.

Vasco Tabasco

This cinnamon roll!! What else is there to say about him! He's innocent and naive and doesn't really know how to be the best boyfriend but he's so eager to learn and to make you happy. Make a big deal out of every milestone and anniversary. Looks forward to big occasions like meeting the parents until the actual day comes and he almost passes out from nervousness. Being with the head of Burn Knuckles means you've automatically adopted the rest of the gang too. Watch out for your sanity.

Jace Park

Goes a bit too hard on the romance front, but unfortunately picked most of it up from kdrama or romance novels. Imagine his surprise when after your first fight you actually did want space and wasn't pleased when he turned up on your doorstep. Kind hearted and good intentioned. He's dotes on you and a great listener. Insufferable to the rest of Burn Knuckles as he won't shut up about you. Once he's with you, he is WITH you. He may be 'married to Burn Knuckles', but in a relationship, you two are as good as married. And yes, he is the best househusband. Obviously.

Zack Lee

BIG softie. Clingy, a little obsessive but He. Loves. You. We've seen how he is with Mira. Being in a reciprocal relationship with someone would turn that up to ELEVEN. He will always always try his best, and gets a little insecure and sad if he lets you down but to you it doesn't matter. Seeing his effort is enough and you make sure to let him know. Will walk to the ends of the earth for you, you barely even have to ask. Also will deny he's a simp to everyone as they look on at him incredulously. Seriously? It's the most obvious frigging thing!

Vin Jin

Oh my god this guy. He will play his music for you at ANY opportunity. It's a good job you love him, otherwise you would need to jam some chopsticks in your ears. You can't help but be charmed though seeing him doing what he loves, so you take up the role as his number 1 fan. Plays it cool but he is very clingy. Probably text you with 'wyd' and if you don't respond in the next 10 mins, expect a barrage of messages. And if you're busy and haven't seen him for a day or 2? He's on your doorstep: "Here I got you a gift. Me."

Gun Park

He's a surprisingly good partner. He doesn't like wasting time and least of all his own so he knows already you're a good fit with him. The fact that he agreed to be your partner means that he already holds you in exceptionally high regard and cares about you a great deal. Still a walking red flag though. Especially cold and callous when he's had a bad day or you ask him about something he doesn't want to answer. You can go hours or even days not talking after your fights until he finally asks if you can hear him out. He's not stupid. He knows the way he reacts isn't how you should treat a partner and promises to keep working on it

Goo Kim

A rollercoaster ride of a boyfriend. In an established relationship, he can be exceptionally clingy. You better be patient and on the same wavelength as him or you're going to have a bad time. Your nights together can flit from watching anime to light arson in the blink of an eye. At least you can't say he's boring. Soft in his own way for you, and spoils you with your demands and requests, and his money! Really does let you get away with a little too much.

Johan Seong

He was shocked when he realised he cared more about you than Eden and Miro. You were too, you know what they mean to him... And now what you mean to him too. A little feral and not the best at expressing himself but if you have the patience to support him then he'll have the patience to try. Do not offer to share food with this man. Not a bite, no snacks, nothing. He would take advantage. The definition of give him an inch and he'll take a mile. Leave your plate unattended, and the food will be gone the moment you're back. Eden and Miro will get the blame.

Eli Jang

Hope you're ready for 2 cuties in your life because Eli and Yenna are a package deal. Eli never thought he would get the fairytale happy family but with you it's actually happening. He loves planning family dates and seeing you and Yenna together. He's already carved out a future for you and him otherwise he wouldn't encourage you and Yenna to bond.

Warren Chae

Absolutely adores telling you he loves you. With you the words flow, and so do the compliments. In his quieter moments, you catch him staring at you a lot until hegrabs your hand and gives you three squeezes instead. I. Love. You. Privately, renames himself from 'Gangdong's Mighty Warren Chae' to 'Y/N's Mighty Warren Chae'. Super silly, but it makes you giggle everytime. He means it though. Will look after you any way he can.

DG

Keeps you out of the spotlight. Please don't be insecure, it's not that he doesn't want to be seen with you - he's just protecting you from public scrutiny and his horde of fans. Generally cool and aloof but with you he can be surprisingly soft and romantic. Truly a k-pop idol capturing the heart of millions. You will become his biggest stan, and he would find that equal parts amusing and endearing. As long you are kept a secret, he will tell the media he has a special someone, someone that really knows him. Makes you and the general public melt everytime he is heard talking about you.

Samuel Seo

Aw Sammy. He just wants some praise and love and you readily offer it to him. Puts up a lot of walls at first before seeing that you don't care who he is or where he's from and love him for him. Definitely one to wait for you to say I love you and fall first before he could reciprocate. He needs to make sure this is real and you are real. Sometimes though, the moment just feels too right for him to keep his feelings to himself... Spends obscene amounts on you to try and impress you. It doesn't. Not really. Ok maybe a little bit.

Xiaolong

One to go to extremes to please the one he loves. Old example: Vivi. Please see updated example: You. There is nothing he will not do for you. To the point that it terrifies you a bit and you need to calm him down. "No, if you don't actually want to go on an ice cream run at 3am that's completely fine! I was only joking about punching my boss, please don't do it!!" Hope you're ready for an unconventional sex life because this man will do what he can to satisfy you, penislessly

Ryuhei Kuroda

Theres a long list of simps in Lookism and he's close to the top of the list. Hes an avid texter but since he likes to follow you everywhere, you wouldn't know. Despite how much of a shit he can be, genuinely respects you and thinks the world of you. Will happily and without hesitation sock anyone that says a bad word about you. Unlike Xiaolong, all in working order downstairs since you met. You have no issues getting him to stand to attention. Have fun!

Eugene

A bit of an absentee boyfriend. He has a lot on his plate. He never regret his position or what he's achieved until you started dating, and now he wishes you could spend more time together. When he's with you though, he's WITH you. You have his full attention. He even turns his phone off. His assistants know that they can't reach him when he's with you. Building burning down? Nope. Don't care.

Jihan Kwak

You thought he was a troublemaker at first. And you would be right. He can run rings around you, teasing and a little mean, the cause of many headaches. All the words are meant with love though. Just look at the way he looks at you as he calls you an idiot. This guy is impossibly soft for you. Make sure you don't let him get away with too much though. As the youngest and spoilt, he can be bratty and a little inconsiderate. He's no fool. Tell him and he will adjust his behaviour.

Jibeom Kwak

There's something so fun about stealing the clothes from your teddy-bear boyfriend. So what if his taste is terrible and ugly as hell. Seeing you in his t-shirt or shorts or even boxers will absolutely break his brain. A little dense, but very trusting - bit like our other cinnamonroll, Vasco. Always well-intentioned, but you may need to be explicit with him. Don't worry, he's a quick learner. Loves you an awful lot and has no problem telling the whole world, even if that means teasing from his brothers.

Hudson Ahn

There's two very people that are at the tippity top of Hudson's list. Taesoo, and you. Your boyfriend is your sun. Quiet and a little stoic, watching you with an intensity and a little smile on his face that takes your breath away. Especially when he's usually cold and reserved with most people, the fact that you can make him look like that just being in your presence? The BEST. Blessed with one of the better asses in Lookism that even Heat Daniel couldn't resist. Always rolls his eyes whenever you grope him, you not being able to resist a quick squeeze even as you walk by, but he could never tell you no.

Hangyul Baek (here's a crumb)

Looks at you a lot with a smile on his face. Which is sweet you suppose, if he wasn't a plastic surgeon and scrutinishing faces and bodies all day. And then he calls you beautiful. A true beauty. And you preen, happy with the compliment.. until. Hold on. What exactly does he mean?!

Taejin Cheon (here's a crumb)

Wew, this guy is flashy. Which is great if that's your thing. Will likely get you kitted out in all sorts of designer brands, even more so than Samuel Seo. Despite not shown as having any tattoos, has the vibe that he would get your name tattooed on his neck. If you break up? Will just get a line put through it lol.

#these tags are insane im sorry #lookism #lookism x reader #brad lee x reader #jason yoon x reader #lineman x reader #jerry kwon x reader #jake kim x reader #sinu han x reader #daniel park x reader #jay hong x reader #vasco x reader #jace park x reader #zack lee x reader #vin park x reader #gun park x reader #goo kim x reader #johan seong x reader #eli jang x reader #warren chae x reader #dg x reader #samuel seo x reader #xiaolong x reader #ryuhei x reader #eugene x reader #jihan x reader #jibeom x reader #hudson ahn x reader #lookism webtoon #lookism hc

[lychee-drinks]

Midnight Call | Lineman x Fem! Reader (NSFW, MDNI)

Rating: Explicit, NSFW content

Word Count: 2313

Warnings: 69 position, missionary, explicit sexual content, sexting, breast sucking, sending nudes

Description:

Lineman woke up in the middle of the night after having a wet dream with you to a boner. While relieving himself, he receives texts from you and comes over to your place.

(A/N):

I’m starting a new nsfw tag labeled as “#esse lemon”. feel free to mute.

It was 2 a.m., the best time to wake up in the middle of the night with a boner. Well, Lineman was horny now. He had a wet dream of you two having sex.

“Oh fuck—“ Lineman groaned as he began to pump his cock. He needed to relieve this and so, he imagined you in all sorts of positions begging for his cock.

As he was pleasuring himself with these lewd thoughts, he was interrupted by the sound of a notification coming from his phone. He turned to see that the notification was a message from you. So, with one hand around his cock and the other unlocking his phone, he checked to see if it was a photo.

He paused for a moment. ‘Speak of the fucking devil,’ Lineman laughed to himself. The photo caught him off guard. It was such a coincidence that it was a photo of you nude, in your bed.

Missing you right now

His face flushed red, but holy shit it was such a sexy photo. He zoomed in analyzing each aspect of it. It was a live photo too. He got to see you move to try to get a good shot while watching the light flash.

You look so sexy right now… Funny how I was dreaming of you just a few minutes ago

Lineman sent back a photo of his v-line that included his hands around his cock.

Fuckkk I’m about to cum to this and get it all over my phone screen

He really was about to. His hands were wrapped around still, getting ready to go a bit faster.

How about you come over instead? ;)

And you sent him a photo of your hands spreading your pussy open. His boner was going to have to wait to be relieved because now, he was totally coming over.

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But now, there was the struggle to get out. Lineman lived in a dormitory that was mostly occupied by the members of Big Deal. He was nervous about leaving his room and accidentally bumping into one of his members and getting teased– especially since he was hard. He’d watched as the other members brought someone over and got absolutely teased.

But Lineman said fuck it and walked out. The hallway lights were dimmed for the night, and he wore black sweatpants and a long hoodie to hopefully hide his boner. The coast was clear, and he could sneak out peacefully.

But then at the end of the hallway by the stairs, he bumped into Brad.

“Oh? Where do you think you’re going this late at night, especially on a night before a meeting,” Brad questioned. Lineman froze, Brad of all people was definitely a tease. Lineman was embarrassed, but he had to come up with something.

“Just going on a midnight run, can’t sleep ya know?” Lineman laughed. And he walked down the steps.

“Well, have fun,” Brad chuckled as he slapped his shoulders. Lineman stared back, somewhat mortified, but Brad just winked and gave him a thumbs up.

“I’m NOT—“

“Yeah, I don’t care, I'm going to bed.”

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The walk to your place was somewhat painful. He was getting impatient as he really wanted to relieve his boner and he was also excited to have fun with you. Your place was only a 10 minute walk away, which he was thankful for. You lived alone in a small house that had enough privacy for the two of you. He made it to the front and knocked.

“There you are,” You smirked with the door open. You pulled Lineman’s hand in, and he shut the door behind you. There wasn’t any time for the two of you to talk. You knew why you called him over and he knew why he came over. Immediately your lips smashed against each other as the two of you moved to the couch.

“God, do you know— ahh— how weird it is to walk around in public with a boner,” Lineman groaned into your lips,” The two of you were making out on the couch, feeling each other's hips, thighs and shoulders up.

Lineman trailed from your lips and down to your neck where he began sucking.

“Fucking perv,” You laughed. Your hands reached down to his crotch. It really was hard, and you were here to relieve him.

He lifted your shirt up and began to fondle your breasts.

“It’s better to just have them in my hand than stare at them in a photo,” Lineman whispered. He lowered his mouth down to your boobs and began to suck on top of them. He thought it’d be a funny idea to leave hickeys all over.

“Ahh~” You let out. Your hands reached to attempt to pull his top off, but he was keeping you occupied so that you couldn’t slip it off. But he got the cue and slipped it off.

Lineman’s hands were in your pants already, feeling your underwear. Teasing around the fabric before he actually slipped his hands in.

“You’re so wet for me already, let’s really get into it then,” Lineman smirked. Your eyes, which were staring toward him, trailed to the side.

“Maybe,” You responded.

He pulled down your pants to get them out of the way. His hands reached into your panties as he began to circle around you slowly before he completely slipped them off and threw them on the floor.

“God I missed this pussy,” It was only a few days since the two of you last had sex, but that was enough time for him to crave you and feel he was missing out.

“Let me– Let me give you some head too,” He was already playing your clit with his fingers causing you to pause in between your sentences. But you got up and had him get on his back. You were now on your elbows viewing his cock at eye level, while Lineman had thighs spread open in his face. Your hands grabbed around Lineman’s cock as you began to pump it before you could engulf your mouth around it. It leaked precum and you were getting ready to lick it up. But before you could even start, Lineman was already burying his tongue into you.

“Ah fuck!” You hissed. You paused with your handjob, but you couldn't stop there. Lineman’s tip was in your mouth. You licked up his precum first before moving your mouth down.

He was really good at knowing how to eat you out. He knew where to eat, and when to use his fingers to play. It didn’t take long for you to soon feel his fingers insert inside you.

“Mmph,” You cried with his cock deep in your throat.

“Fuck you’re so good at this baby,” He said as he began to thrust his fingers into you. You felt his free hand grip your ass. “—Tastes good.”

“Fuckin’—“ You paused. His fingers were increasing in pace and you couldn’t keep up with your mouth around his cock. His fingers were slowing you down and so, you slipped your mouth out to pause. “Fucking need you in me!!”

“In a little,” Lineman said as he continued fingering. You came out with fluid from the fingering and he licked it up. At this point, your mouth was no longer on his cock. You were cussing out his name and letting out long huffs.

Eventually, you moved off of him and you got on your back and he was up on his knees. He grabbed your legs and spread them apart.

“You're really out here desperate for me, aren't ya,” Lineman laughed as he leaned over and exchanged a warm and hot kiss with you. Lineman spat in his hand to help lubricate and pumped his cock before teasing you. He rubbed his cock along your cunt.

“Please!” You pleaded.

He continued to do so a few more times, leaving hisses before slipping himself in.

Lineman let out a long “Fuuuckk,” just as he entered his cock into your cunt.

“Oh god!” You panted. Lineman wasted no time to grab your hips and move. His thrusts started slow, and slowly began to fasten his pace.

“Go faster on me,” You hissed.

He did just that and began to fast his pace even more. His pants became louder, and he was getting more vocal. Occasionally he would use his fingers to play with your clit.

“Aww, you like that don’t you,” He panted. He spat on his fingers again to continue playing. At times he would come over and exchange a kiss.

The best part was the sight of your breasts bouncing up and down with each thrust. It was mouthwatering. He had fun sucking on them earlier, but he needed them in his mouth again. He spat on your breasts before he sucked on them again. You were left with nothing but mm’s and other sounds. Your hands were at his shoulders and at times, you would pull on his hair. Sometimes you would leave hot and messy sucks on his shoulder leaving trails of saliva.

You placed your hand around your clit as you began stroking it. Lineman was getting deeper with each thrust as he also sucked on your sweet spot. God, he was good, very good. Lineman knew all the right places to touch and suck, and you loved that about him. You were left with tears in your eyes the longer the two of you went on.

“I-I’m bouta’ come,” He huffed. You felt his hands grab your thighs and tighten as he fastened his pace again.

“M-me too,” You hissed. Your hands moved to his shoulders now. You brushed strands of his hair out of his eyes. His brows were furrowed, focused on finishing. He was strong with you and definitely got stronger as the end was coming near. You were definitely gonna be sore the next day.

Eventually, you reached your peak, fell back, and let whimpers of your orgasm. But Lineman wasn’t done. He was still erect in you, but he was near. He pulled out and was about to pump the rest of his load onto your thigh, but you finished your orgasm fast. You sat up and brought your face to his cock and began to suck, ready to swallow the load at any moment. Bobbing up and down, he finally came into your mouth, leaking cum out and he let out a low groan.

Wiping his chin, Lineman looked down at you. Your face was a mess, full of cum, spit down your mouth. But with your eyes half open and tired, you smiled at him.

“Swallow it for me,” he said as he grabbed your chin. You did as you were told and swallowed, wiping the excess cum off your chin. Lineman leaned over, opened your mouth, and tiredly spat in it. The two of you exchanged one last hot and sloppy kiss full of saliva before falling back on the couch together.

The two of you needed to rest up before figuring out what to do next. It went mostly quiet except for the noises of both of your pants.

“I’m tired, can’t go another round,” Lineman huffed. He really was and could pass out at any moment. But he had to go back because there was a morning meeting the next day, just as Brad said before he left.

“Stay the night with me, don't go back,” You pleaded.

“I wanna, but I gotta get back,” Lineman responded. He wasn’t supposed to be having sex with you this late, but here he was at your place. He sat up, but your hand wanted to bring him down.

“But I missed you,” You pleaded again. You weren’t really into having another round with him, but you just missed his presence and wanted him near.

“We can pick it up again tomorrow, but I should really get back. I’ll send you some pics while,” He yawned. Lineman pushed your hand aside and gave you a kiss before he stood up. He got his clothes together and you followed him out to the door giving him one last hug.

“Okay fine. I’ll send you some shower pics too,” You smiled, waving him off as he smiled and shut the door.

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Lineman made it back to the dorm house and walked his way upstairs. He was hoping that nobody was there to catch him coming home, but there he saw Jason with a glass of water in hand. Jason was just getting a late night drink and caught him coming back. Lineman made awkward eye contact and he turned away. Hopefully, Brad didn’t tell Jason anything. Lineman was about to walk past him and head back to his room, but Jason unfortunately spoke.

“Tch, tch, tch, Brad told me he saw you leave some time ago. He says you were going on a run, but you look like you ran a marathon just now. And on the night before a big meeting?” Jason crossed his arms and lectured. “Now imagine how Jake and Jerry would feel if he found out you were ditching your duties to take care of yourself and get a good night's sleep… all for a booty call.” Jason, with his arms, crossed still bent over under him and gave Lineman a disappointed look.

“I DIDN’T—“ Lineman stammered. His face was red, but Jason was right. Lineman bowed down to apologize. “I’m sorry, I’ll do better next time!”

Jason walked over and slapped his shoulder.

“Lighten up, I’m just messing with ya. Hope you had fun,” Jason laughed as he returned to his room.

Lineman’s eyes widened. He turned around to see if anybody was there out of embarrassment and thankfully nobody was. He still needed to wash up. Keeping his promise to you, he brought his phone in with him.

#esse lemon #lineman #lineman lookism #lineman x reader #lookism #lookism x reader

[emojellyace08]

Your presence alone radiates comfort. You're like the sun that he has been reaching for warmth even when times you're like the winter who's giving him shivers because of how closeted and blunt you are at times.

But your voice makes him calm and in peace. Your soft hands that ruffles his hair and pats his head makes him a bit sleepy. It shows that even you are somehow distant, you're like a burning fire who's willing to make in ease even in the most stressful times.

DANIEL PARK, JAY HONG, ZACK LEE, VASCO/LEE EUN TAE, JOHAN SEONG, KWAK JIHAN, VIN JIN, HUDSON AHN, KWAK JIBEOM, JAKE KIM, SAMUEL SEO, SINU HAN, JERRY KWON, LINEMAN, YUSEONG

#lookism x reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x you #daniel park x reader #jay hong x reader #lookism fic #zack lee x reader #vasco x reader #jace x reader #vin jin x reader #kwak jihan x reader #johan seong x reader #jake kim x reader #samuel seo x reader #sinu han x reader #jerry kwon x reader #lineman #character x female reader #lookism x gender neutral reader #park hyungseok x reader #hudson ahn x reader

[lookismfanfics]

HELLO can you PLEASE write a fluff for Jason yoon i love your works btw 😊💋🫶

yes

𝐂𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

G/N Reader Notes: I’ll die for Jason. He’s my roman empire. Anyway- some fem pronouns mighta slipped in there! Fluff... sorta!

Jason Yoon- the average-height drink of water that usually glues himself to someone else’s side. Anyone’s side… except for yours… it seems. Dark, brooding, intelligent; Jason could be found hovering around Jake Kim, rolling his eyes at the boss’ stubbornness and ill-timed humor. When he wasn’t with Jake then he was with Brad Lee; the two of them would walk wherever and whenever they wanted. Jason wasn’t even an extrovert… and yet you always saw him in the company of someone else. Well, actually, maybe he was an extrovert. Either way, he seemed to keep away from you. It was bothersome really. Jason had an attractive, captivating personality. A little brash sometimes, quiet and intuitive, but also stupid and hotheaded. He was a piece of work, honestly. Besides that… all he seemed to do was Taekwondo. You had nothing against it initially, but after a while it became the most attractive thing on the face of the planet.

That dark, sharply-angled glass of water… that stalky hunk, that mass of eye candy, never seemed to bat an eye in your direction. It’s not that you wanted his constant affection… but it was true that you hung around Big Deal more often than most. You were even considered friends with a majority of the highest ranking members. You weren’t overly attracted to any of them though. I mean… they were nice… but…

You sat on the stairs outside of a flower shop. Leaning against your knees, hands cupping your face, and feeling a little drowsy. It’s been thirty minutes since you arrived today to the street. Not very long. Half of that time you’ve spent here. On the stairs. Eavesdropping.

Honestly how can you not eavesdrop? The boss is washing his junky car, and his idiot goons (affectionate) are helping him. Lots of drama is bound to ensue.

At present Lineman and Jason are bickering about… the mental capacity of the other. You sit there, listening to them banter back and forth. While you admit, it’s not easy to tire from listening to Jason’s voice, or Lineman’s for that matter, it’s getting a little excessive. Especially when you try to interject and defend Lineman (who you’re pretty close to), only to have your words snuffed out.

Not glance your direction; not even a hint of acknowledging your words. At this point you’ve given up. You just watch as the two talk back and forth. “Don’t use the rough side of the sponge you idiot-”

“There’s no wrong side of the sponge! Look… they’re both soft-"

You sigh and refrain from smiling, watching as Lineman sheepishly realizes Jason was, once again, correct.

“Good try Lineman,” you chuckle. He turns to you with a slightly embarrassed smile. Jason, sure enough, ignores you again. He plows right on with a playful insult (at least it sounds more playful).

You furrow your brows slightly. You’re little hurt, actually. You understand, you can’t be friends with everyone. You’re probably not going to ever pluck up the courage to confess to him. Chances of ever being a couple are near zero. But still… something about him is starting to bug you. The hose nearby has fallen limp to the floor as the boys scrubs suds onto the car. You notice it’s still on.

Jason swats Lineman’s hand away as he begins invading his side of the car to wash. He shakes his head and tries not to smile, and succeeds. Lineman gawks, “What?”

“You missed some spots over there. Look-”

“(Y/N) might stare if you bend over…” Lineman mutters.

Jason whacks him with his soppy washcloth, glaring. Like he cares. He continues washing the left door of the car, shooting Lineman tiny glares when he can. “Hey Jason, d’ya think L-”

SQUIRT.

The entire side of the car is suddenly drenched in water. Including Jason. Lineman jumps backwards in surprise, staring down at his sopping wet arms and then back towards the car. The water turns off and drips from the hose, which then clatters to the floor as you awkwardly retreat.

Jason (and Lineman…. And Jerry now too-) stare back at you, exasperated and confused. Number Three stars to form a bitter glare, dropping the cleaning supplies and beginning to stalk towards you.

You take a couple steps backward, “Just… stop being such a jerk.”

You’ll admit… he was actually kinda… when he was all wet…

Arms wrap around your waist and you’re hoisted off the ground, carried and forced against the car… drenched in water yourself by Lineman and Jerry as Jason holds you in place.

Your sides hurt from laughing by the time they’re finished… and all you mind can think of is that Jason’s actually being chill for once.

Lineman turns off the hose, letting the water drip off to the side and grinning at your sopping wet selves. Jerry pats your head politely while you and Jason begin ringing out your clothes.

“I’m not a jerk,” Jason says.

“…Hey-! So soaking me out of spite isn’t jerky behavior?”

Jake calls from the opposite side of the car.

“He’s just being petty!”

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Midnights To Come

summary: After finding campus heartthrob Kim Mingyu absolutely butchering his trousers trying to fix the hole he'd busted in them, you offer his your sewing abilities. As retribution, he thinks that nothing is more fitting than his ultimate mission: getting you laid.

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You and Mingyu spend an unforgettable night together.

pairing: University!AU - Popular!Mingyu x Unpopular!F!Reader, reader does read on the thicker side? Nothing specific.

word count: 6.8k (30~ minute read)

warnings: protected sex (finally), fingering (F rec), drinking, partying

a/n: Thank you so much for the love <3 This is mostly inspired by Taylor Swift's older music lol I'm starting a new job soon, so I'll be mostly MIA for march and perhaps april TT

Kim Mingyu was the ex-boyfriend of a friend’s friend’s cousin, unforgettably handsome with the sort of beauty that belonged in Hollywood. A very tall glass of gorgeous with an incredible personality to boot, that’s why everyone adored him. He was majoring in business to follow in his father’s footsteps but was a star at football and made sure no one would forget just who was the best lineman on their amateur team. 

And you’d met once or twice, briefly. Definitely not enough for him to come even close to becoming acquainted with your existence, but more than sufficient for him to leave his mark. He was a campus Idol, a guy you admired for his popularity and his way with people.

It was at a senior’s party your friend had dragged you to, that you met again. You were quietly searching for some solace in an empty room upstairs, when you saw him fiddling with his pants – It was hard not to notice his large frame struggling with a pair of jeans in the dark bedroom corner.

Being quite fair, at first you believed he was relieving himself, carnally. That was a puzzling sight as horrifying as it would be— I mean, the man had lines of women throwing themselves to be his, why would he just jerk off?  And then, you noticed the stapler he was using to completely butcher the fabric in a desperate way to fix the large hole. 

“Oh my God, just stop!” You exclaim, not being able to watch such abuse any longer. He was known to wear brand-name goods and just the thought of high quality fabric being assaulted by staples made your skin churn.

You, however, had totally forgotten to announce your presence. 

Mingyu jumps, falling off the bed in a split-second, clashing into the carpet with a thunderous thump. Eyes blown wide like a moose in headlights, he stares at you from his half-down half-on-the-bed position, suddenly, completely aware of his nakedness.

“Oh- Fuck–!” He exclaims, stumbling off the bed and pulling the jeans to cover his brand-name boxers.

“OH!” You also seem to realise how inappropriate it was to simply barge into his intimate moment with the stapler. “I’m sorry!” You yell from behind your palms, eyes tightly shut. 

“...No problem?” It sounds more of a question than anything. I mean, it was the polite thing to say when someone says “I’m sorry” however, there was a problem. 

“Do you need any help?” You ask, still muffled and hidden behind your hands. Mingyu has no idea on how to reply, he is familiar with those words, especially coming from a lady, but this scenario is totally different from the sexy ones he’s accustomed to. “I’m a seamstress,” Your brain urges for an explanation, as to make the situation somewhat less awkward.

He seems to be content with that. “You are?”

“Yes!” You turn around, fishing around your purse for a small sewing kit, pink plastic box with teeny tiny everything. “I have some needles and thread.” 

“Oh, thank God!”

That’s how you find yourself sitting on some stranger’s bed with a half-naked Mingyu – You’re carefully patching up the seams on his jeans while he sits cross-legged with a pillow between his legs. 

Who would’ve known that years into University, your closest call with a boy would be such a weird scenario. Sitting with the campus heartthrob as you stitch up his busted trousers. What a story to tell your friends. 

“I’m Mingyu, by the way,” He breaks the awkward silence, reaching out his hand; He then realises you are occupied and takes it back.

You tell him your name, eyes glued to the intricate detailing on the garment.

“Are you new here?” He asks, curiously studying your face.

“No,” You mutter, holding a needle between your lips so you can inspect your stitches. 

“How come we’ve never met?” 

“We have.”

Mingyu adjusts himself, leaning closer, “No”

“Yes?” 

“No!” 

“You dated my friend’s friend’s cousin,” You explain, though it doesn’t help.

“I’ve dated plenty of friends’ friends’ cousins’,” Mingyu half-chuckles, practically patting himself on the back for that one. 

You roll your eyes, “We met once or twice, nothing major.”

“I would’ve remembered you.” 

“You didn’t,” Laughing, you don’t even notice he’s taken offence to his own forgetfulness.

“I don’t forget a pretty girl,” It is said as a matter of factly, a worldly known truth of sorts.

“You haven’t.” 

“I forgot you, apparently,” Mingyu is more frustrated than you’d expect – Than anyone would expect for such a laid back guy.

“I’m not pretty, though?” 

Oh, he is furious at such a statement, “What?! Of course you are. You are a solid 7.5, no joke, dude.”

A solid seven point five? Wow. Coming from anyone else, that could be taken as an offence, I mean, what about you made them go so high up the scale yet not even give a full number? But you were talking about THE Kim Mingyu.

That not only tickles your ego in the right spot, but does get a good laugh out of you. Mingyu laughs along, not fully grasping the humour of it, but enjoying the sound of your giggles. 

“Thanks,” You smile, pulling out your scissors to clip the last of your thread. “Here, it’s done.” 

He widens his eyes, “So fast?!” 

With a nod, you put everything back in your pocket kit. Mingyu excitedly inspects his trousers and his jaw falls open once he can’t locate where your repairs are. 

“It’s perfect!”

You smile, “Great!” 

“Wow. You are some kind of sewing genius! Thanks! You saved my life”

Mingyu proceeds to rant about how great you are and how amazing your skills are and you should totally work with sewing – you are, and that you should make clothes – you do. All because you are just that good – from a small repair. 

You were happy with just helping him, seeing it as a finished mission, ready to pack up and head home but he would not have that, oh, no. Mingyu was laser focused on repaying your kindness – he said he hates owing people so you had to accept.   His manner of retribution? Partying and maybe, if you got lucky, getting you laid. It was his mission now.

So he dragged you downstairs to meet his inebriated friends, all surprisingly welcoming and not nearly as douchy as you’d expected – Soonyoung was especially keen on having you accompany him on the dance floor. Even drunk, his abilities surpassed any of your own and he absolutely demolished the floor with his intricate choreo. 

Seokmin pulled you from the dance floor to join him on a cheesy karaoke battle, the one feat no man can accomplish being as stone-cold sober as you were. His usually impeccable vocals suffered under the alcohol and strained over high-notes. So you just plucked the first poor soul you saw in the crowd to substitute you as Seokmin’s duet.  

Stumbling through the crowd and away from the karaoke, you finally find Mingyu, giving him “Help me” eyes. He laughs softly at your predicament, stumbling from his friend’s shoulder to wrap his arm around your neck — his exaggerated stature almost sent you crashing down. 

“Come on, no one caught your eye?” He slurs his words, wild tongue running over his pretty lips, classic red solo cup dangerously dangling from his long fingers. You can see from up close the drunken blurriness that glazes his pretty eyes with unhinged impulsiveness.

You chuckle, remembering his goal was to set you up for a “Hot date”. 

“Not at all. But I had fun.” 

“Whaat?!” He whines in frustration, stepping forward so you’re facing each other. His arm is still heavily draped over your shoulders. “You didn’t have fun!” 

“I did!” You argue.

“No…” Mingyu pouts.

“I did! I promise,” Offering him a smile, you await his response. 

“Have a drink with me?” 

God, he was a pro at puppy-dog-eyes. With pouty lips, glistening under the remnants of his drink and sparkling eyes with furrowed brows. 

“I don’t– I don’t drink,” You’re so upset with the idea of disappointing him and his adorable pout though he barely pays it any mind. 

“Then we can do something else! Come on!” 

“No, Mingyu–!” 

But he’s dragging you away from the party, placing the edge of his cup between his teeth so he can snatch his coat from the hangers on his way out. You’re stumbling under his weight and hurried steps, but the night air feels so refreshing after the stuffy frat house you practically forget his intentions. 

The house behind you thumps under the song that blasts through its brick walls, colourful LEDs flashing from open windows. The front yard feels almost completely separate from the party inside, a world apart from the drunk atmosphere that holds the stifling rooms. 

Mingyu drags you toward the pavement and standing before his car, you feel your stomach drop once you see him press the button to open the door. 

“Mingyu– You– You’re drunk. You can’t drive,” You stumble over your words, nervously fidgeting with your clothes, even if you left right now, would he still drive?

“I won’t. You’re sober,” He says as a matter of factly and you hadn’t even considered driving this insanely expensive sports car. 

Mingyu opens the driver’s door and stands there, gesturing for you to get in. A true gentleman. With a relieved breath, you do. 

It’s a convertible – Of course, it is, no other car would fit his personality as well. The chassis is coloured a blinding firetruck red and the rims are a polished silver, it’s so clearly well-maintained you feel nervous about driving it. The leather seats smell so vividly of his cologne, woody and fresh.

Mingyu closes your door and jogs to his seat, he jumps over his door with ease, settling onto the beige leather seat with a soft thump.

“Here’s ignition, turn signals, speed and all that,” He leans over and points to each item. 

“Is it stick?”

“Nah, I had it modified, it’s completely automatic.” 

“Wow, disappointed in you… I thought you’d drive stick like a real man,” You tease, leaning over to check the height for the seat – It’s obviously too far back so you adjust it forward.

“Too busy getting my dick sucked to worry about changin’ gears,” He sticks his tongue between his teeth, leaning back with a proud smile. 

“Oh, god,” You groan, “Should I be touching any surface on this car?”

“Nope.”

You laugh.

After putting on your seatbelt, you look over and notice that of course, he’s not wearing his. With a roll of your eyes, you lean over and pull the seat belt over his chest. Mingyu would’ve flinched had he not been tipsy, his eyes linger on your body over his, how your left hand holds the belt at his chest while your right hand fiddles with the lock. 

And you have such pretty long lashes that flutter along your cheeks as you focus on finding the clip for the belt. A soft furrow between your brows, you’re sighing and biting on your lower lip; He notices the pretty shade of red that you wear.

But you’re already done and it’s clipped on with a satisfying click. 

“Driver’s rules, shotgun shuts his mouth,”  You say before he can protest the safety measures.

You smile so brightly, happily turning back to the wheel, excited over this incredible machine that lays in your hands. More than the alcohol in his bloodstream, your joy is intoxicating.  

And the car comes alive with a satisfying roar, you feel the soft vibrating from the wheel course up your wrists. For you, following the speed limit felt perfect, the wheel turned so smoothly and the pedals felt the perfect height. But the little devil on the passenger’s seat kept egging you on to go faster. 

Caving to his wishes, you take the highway out of town, breezing through asphalt with no sight of other cars. The confidence that such a smooth ride gives is true, you feel yourself steadily increasing the speed much to Mingyu’s satisfaction.

The wind in your hair, caressing your face with the exhilarating night air, the thrilling constant hum of such a potent engine working to your heart’s content. Nothing could beat the constellation of artificial lighting that lit the night scenery, every building held its own collection.

“Where should I go?” You ask, suddenly remembering you’re supposed to have a destination, your eyes absolutely glued to the road. 

“Somewhere nice,” Mingyu hums, thinking for a second.

He leans back, his left hand is carelessly draped over your headrest and you can feel his fingers fidget with your hair so unconsciously. Any of his go-to destinations were made for getting hot and heavy, which wasn’t the goal tonight; He wanted to repay you for helping him out and you hadn’t shown any interest in… other manners of payment. So it left him with only one option. 

“Take a left next turn,” He says, leaning forward to dig through the glovebox. 

Mingyu finds a pair of sunglasses, putting them on despite the very obvious lack of Sunlight. He offers you a spare set, and though you’d love to enjoy wearing Prada sunglasses that probably cost more than your entire net worth, you also enjoy seeing anything on the road. So you push them on top of your head, pushing your hair back. 

Somewhere along the deserted road, Mingyu grabs the AUX cord, connecting it to his phone and going through his very generic musical taste. But the atmosphere is so perfect you can’t help but enjoy the bubblegum pop blasting from the dashboard. You even sing along. 

It’s a comfortable silence, filled with Pop music and laughter. 

You drive for almost an hour under his strict directions, until you reach a dirt road. There’s an alarm blaring in your mind, realising that you’re far from civilization, in the middle of nowhere with a total stranger. I mean, serial killers were always described as charismatic, right? 

Making a deal with yourself, you decide that if he does anything even remotely suspicious you’re running the car off the road. You’ll die, but he’ll go with you.

Against your anxiety, however, he tells you to pull up at a clearing just ahead and once you arrive, there’s no doubt on why he chose this place.

From atop this hill, you can see far into the city, its blinding lights nothing but tiny stars on the horizon, the noise pollution of a bustling metropolis is totally gone and replaced by the calming murmurs of nature. Before he can even say anything, you’re leaving the car to admire such a view. 

The moon is full, a pale veil over both of you, standing in the starry sky as the queen, ruling over her stars. The light caressing your body with the warmth of the perfect Summer night.

“What do you think?” Mingyu asks, leaning against the hood of his car. 

You can’t help but to briefly admire the picturesque scene he paints with his playboy aura and Hollywoodian beauty, leaning against this straight-out-of-a-movie convertible. He has this side smirk, knowing this breathtaking landscape can’t be topped by any of your past experiences. 

“It’s…” There aren’t words you can find to describe such a view.  “I– Thank you. It’s gorgeous.”

He visibly relaxes, as if he was waiting anxiously for your opinion, “It’s my favourite place.”

“I can see why,” You laugh, joining him, though you have a little trouble stabilising your butt over the hood.

“Everything feels small when I come here,” He explains. 

Turning to face him, your stomach is filled with annoying little butterflies that flutter around and tickle your insides with foolish thoughts. 

His moonlit profile is somehow prettier than his beauty in any other lighting, his perfect nose and high cheekbones and his eyes, God, his eyes. They hold in their dark orbs, all of the stars and worlds, in its ethereal shine. 

You hum, prying your gaze from him before your brain gets any outlandish rushes of dopamine and creates unattainable ideas. 

Mingyu leans back, his lanky body hitting the windshield, his eyes stare up at the stars. At this moment, he wishes he knew constellations from the top of his head, then maybe, he could impress you with his astronomical knowledge. 

“You look like a movie star right now… I feel like I’m in a movie,” Joking, you lean on your elbow, unconsciously following his body with your own. 

“What do you wanna be when you grow up?” He asks on a spur of the moment.

You laugh, “When I grow up?”

Mingyu realises what you meant by your question and laughs along, “You know what I meant.”

Though you’re caught aback, there’s not much thinking to be done, “I want to design clothes.”

He hums, “It suits you, I think.” He didn’t know you that well, but it seemed fitting.

You chuckle, “You?”

Mingyu lets out a long sigh, leaning on his elbows to stare up at you, “CEO, I guess.”

“Have you always wanted to be a CEO?”

His lips press into a thin line and he hesitates on how much he should tell, throwing caution into the air, Mingyu decides to open up. “I honestly… Don’t want to.”

You furrow your brows, “Won’t you take over your father’s company?” 

He nods, “That’s what I should do.”

“Then what do you want to be?”

It’s such an innocent question and in all honesty, sort of childish almost? Something you would ask a small child and just agree with whatever they come up with. But it’s something he was never allowed to question.

“I… Don’t think I know.” 

You hum, “You could be an actor,” It’s a bit of a tease as much as it is the truth. 

Mingyu raises an eyebrow, sitting up so he can face you properly. You have this soft smile on your face that holds so much warmth for a stranger like him, it almost feels undeserving. 

“An actor?” He prods. 

“Yeah,” You shrug, “You just have the vibes for it… Living a thousand lives in just one, I think you could play any character really well. Plus, you have the looks. I always told my friends you have a face that belongs in Hollywood.” It comes out so naturally, you barely realise what you’ve said until he’s staring at you. “I– Sorr–”

Mingyu smashes his lips into yours. 

You squeak, but don’t shy away from his plush lips. 

His left hand reaches for your jaw, fingers softly tracing your cheek with certain hesitancy but you lean into his touch so willingly he can’t help the bubbling feeling that comes to life deep in his belly. 

When your lips part, you feel the night breeze caress the parts of your body he touched and you find your body misses his warmth. 

Your brain simply can’t function. 

In your brilliant academic journey, romance had never been an aspect you entertained. You quickly learned at thirteen that a fairytale story only happens to cute girls with nice hair and pretty bodies. And not the one repeatedly being used as the butt-end of a cruel joke. 

Mingyu represented everything you would never have; A popular, rich guy with amazing hair and looks out of this world. And he was nice, too. Took time of his day to hang out with you and to repay what had been an instinctive action; help out someone. 

It could only have been a mistake, right?

Mingyu, noticing the dread that paints your pretty face, can’t help the cold shiver that takes over his body, “I… I’m sorry.” 

“It’s fine! I won’t tell anyone.” You reply all too fast.

“What?” He blinks a couple of times, “What do you mean?”

“Y’know, I won’t ruin your reputation…”

He practically jumps from the car, standing in front of you, “Say it again.” 

You look up, his towering height has never once been intimidating, until now, “...I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” 

“No, what the fuck do you mean ruin my reputation, why would kissing you ruin it?” His voice possesses such anger you couldn’t even think he was capable of. But you feel yourself getting upset, how long will he torture you with this? Do you need to say with all words how undesirable you are?

“Because no one in their right mind should be seen with a girl like me!” You blurt out, feeling his anger seep into your body.

“A girl like you?” He huffs in disbelief. “A girl that indulged me, was nice to my friends and let me drag her to the middle of nowhere?” Mingyu leans forward, caging your body in between his arms. “ A pretty, kind girl, who helped me without asking anything for it? What kind of girl, tell me.” He orders, his voice in a low, hushed tone that tickles your nose when he speaks.

Speechless, you’re sitting there, face to face with a guy that genuinely shows interest in you, told you you’re pretty for the nth time tonight and has the most kissable lips you’ve seen. 

His jaw is tight with anger, almost as if he’s got a personal vendetta against you self-hatred, but your stupid lustful brain can’t focus on anything but the sharp cut of his jaw, deep veins bulging from tanned skin. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, so quietly you think you hallucinated it. But it’s very much true. 

He looks so irresistible, half-lidded eyes staring at your lips while he bites his own. 

“Please,” you exhale, melting into his body when he leans forward. 

You were never a woman of action, preferring when others make the move, but in this moment you have this newfound confidence, meeting his lips halfway, crashing into a fervorous kiss.

It’s nothing like your first, you feel the heat emanating from his body, scorching hot seeping into your skin, burning every nerve it touches with fervorous want. 

His tongue is in your mouth, anxious and exploring and he is humming against your lips such an intoxicating melody that for a second, you’re a stranded sailor falling for the voice of a siren and dipping into the arms of unimaginable beauty.

Saliva drips from your connected lips but he refuses to end the kiss, no. Because you taste of cherry flavoured hard candies, provocatively luscious with a delicious aftertaste that can only leave you longing for more. 

He parts the kiss, leaning back and practically tearing his varsity jacket from his body. You’re watching closely as he lays it behind you, over the car.

Right hand moving to your waist, Mingyu pushes forward until you’re laying on the hood, so pretty. Your body is still finding his, your chest leaning forward so you can mould into his warmth, hands gripping the fabric of his shirt, closer, closer. 

You’re breathless, eyes trained on his every move with such incredulity as if you believed you were in a dream, hallucinating every moment so far. 

He can feel every curve of your body pressing tightly against his. It’s evident the effect you’re having on him, blood boiling in his veins with unadulterated desire.

There has never been a moment in his life where he genuinely cared to go slow, to show his passion and intent; Every partner of his had been as much into the act as he had been. 

But you, you’re so fragile and every moment he spends in your presence feels so ephemeral, he can not help the panic that rushes into his body to make it worth it, to make every second last.

His lips trace along your jaw, saliva coating the path he trails down your neck until he reaches your collarbones. And his lips are so gentle and enticing, with their sugary kisses that you lean into because you’ve never felt something so wonderful. 

He nibbles and kisses on your exposed skin, teeth grazing across the teeniest bit of cleavage showing from your borrowed dress. So far, you had done an amazing job at keeping the sounds he elicited from leaving your lips, however this once, you couldn’t hold the breathy mewl that escapes. 

Mingyu freezes, eyes slowly rising up until they meet your face. 

“Oh my god, do it again,” He huffs against your sensitive skin.

“W-What?” You ask.

“That sound you just did, god, you sound so fucking hot,” And he slurs against your chest. Not because of alcohol, no, he had sobered up on the windy car ride, but intoxicated on the effortless warmth that you exude. 

You lit a flame on his chest that burns incandescently with nothing but greedy lust, burning its way through his body with an unfathomable hunger that could only be satisfied by your sweetest moans. 

He struggles with the buttons that decorate the cleavage of your dress, trying to undo them and seriously questioning his soberness when they do not separate.

“It’s got a zipper,” You admit, but he looks so relieved. 

Mingyu leans back, pulling you by your hand until you crash into his chest and he can finally reach the back of your dress. You’re breathing so heavily against his skin, your soft hands grazing along the nape of his neck, fingers tangling into his hair; He can hardly focus on the task at hand. 

His right hand runs under the skirt of your dress, clawing at your flesh with heavy hands, almost as if he wanted to hold you fully in his touch. Toying with the band of your panties, he sighs, watching your chest heave at the contact.

You pull your dress sleeves off, letting the fabric bundle around your waist, though you can’t be arsed to properly take it off. Mingyu does not mind at all, no, he’s absolutely hypnotised by the sight of your tits.

Shoving his face onto your cleavage, he’s pulling you closer into his body by your hips, sucking love bites on your unblemished skin. Leaving a trace of him that would last longer than your moments together, a mark of momentary possession that allowed his brain to indulge.  

And you’re contaminated with his boldness, clawing at his shirt with relentless anticipation. You suddenly have this peculiar urge to feel his skin on yours, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. 

Mingyu smiles against your skin, finding your hands that touch him fervently, wrapping his fingers around yours. And for a brief moment, you feel as though you might’ve wronged him, but he pulls your hands to wrap around his neck as he finds your lips again while his hands are pulling on the hem of his shirt.

The kiss is only parted once, when he pulls the white shirt above his shoulders and discards it somewhere across the soft grass; completely unimportant at the moment. 

And god, Mingyu is divinely sculpted with defined pecs and hardened abs that tense under your touch. You sigh at the dreamy sight of his tan skin completely exposed for your viewing only. 

He relishes in the adoring look you exhibit, eyes dripping wholly in an exquisite hunger you’ve never felt before; And he coerces this scandalous reaction from you with pride. Your hands are eager to touch him, so you do. You run your fingers down his supple skin, fingernails grazing in teasing lines. 

Smoothing out your hands up his chest, you find his neck and pull him toward your lips, wanting to feel his bare skin on yours, stealing his heat until your bodies are running at the exact same temperature.

His hands, large and calloused from playing professional sports, lay heavy on your thighs. Mingyu pulls at the waistband of your panties and takes a second to lock eyes with you, guaranteeing your approval. 

You can only hope you’ve got the good pair of underwear on. 

But it doesn’t matter, because he pulls it off at once, discarding it above his shoulder to fall somewhere along his shirt. 

Your dress is bunched up around your waist and you should’ve felt more embarrassed to be completely exposed before him but Mingyu looks at you with such reverent eyes, taking every inch of abundant flesh with care. 

“Fuck–” He groans, eyes glued to the spot between your legs. You can’t even close them in an attempt at modesty because he is standing right there and not going anywhere. 

He runs a slender finger across your slit, breathing heavier at the sight of moisture that pools along the lips. 

When you bite your lower lip, unknowingly coquettish and staring at him all bright eyed and pleading, Mingyu let out a strained sound that could barely be classified as a groan. 

“Can I?” 

His finger dances around your slit and he looks unsure. You nod with a soft “Yeah.”

Nothing like anything you’ve felt or done before.

That’s the only way to explain the feeling of having his long finger prodding at your hole with gentle movement. He soon joins another one, stretching you out with delicate scissoring motions, he’s not focused on making you cum, he wants to prepare you for him. 

And that very thought makes your stomach tighten in anticipation. 

You don’t even realise when your hips are thrusting against his hand, matching his pace. And you’re definitely not thinking when you ask in a gasp:

“A… Another one–”

Mingyu stills. 

“You don’t fuckin–” He leans forward, forehead flushed to yours, uneven breath tickling your sensitive lips. “You have no idea what you’re doin’ to me, babygirl.” 

You feel your body consumed with an unstoppable amount of confidence, knowing the grip you hold over Mingyu at this moment, you’re dizzy with power.

“Show me, then,” The lazy smile that finds your red stained lips is a sight to bear.

He smirks, knowing he will make you eat your words soon. 

As he pulls his fingers from your cunt, there is a thick string of arousal that coats his skin in a sinful glaze. With a confident smirk, Mingyu 

But he doesn’t expect when you lean forward, letting your tongue run all over, cleaning his fingers and tasting first-hand the pleasure he brings you. 

Oh, fucking hell. 

Mingyu could’ve cum right then and there. 

You’re giggling as he fumbles with his belt, he wishes he could’ve stopped to appreciate such a sweet sound, but he was way too horny to think about anything other than plunging his cock into you at once. 

When the night breeze hits his throbbing erection, Mingyu shivers.

You’re chewing on your lower lip, equal parts excited and terrified at his sheer size. He is large. And fat, with bulging veins running down his length and a thick head that’s trickling with pre-cum. 

“Oh my god.” 

Mingyu cowers at your gasp, “What?”

“You’re huge, fuck.” 

Oh, your praise runs straight down to his erection. His chest puffs out with absolute pride.

“Do you have a condom?” It was a silly question when aimed toward Mingyu, of course he did. He always does. 

He fishes out his wallet and pulls a fresh packet, tearing the foil apart with his teeth and pulling the pre-lubed rubber. Mingyu is about to roll it over himself when your hands find his. 

“Can I–?” You ask and he almost sighs. 

He watches you with bated breath. You’re delicate, small hands quietly rolling the condom over his seemingly unending length until you’ve reached the base. Your fingers linger in curiosity and he can’t help but to find it adorable.

Properly protected, Mingyu grasps his length as you position yourself better on the hood, legs wide open, dripping in anticipation. Oh, you couldn’t fault his desire to tease, could you?

Running his tip over and over your drenched core, he groans. You’re clenching around nothing, hands fidgeting with the bunched up fabric of your dress. Mingyu has a stupid confident smirk on his lips, watching you squirm at his minimal touch. 

“Mingyu!” You whine when he brushes against your clit. Reaching your right hand, you claw at his heaving chest. He doesn’t budge, however.

“What?” He plays dumb, toying with your hole. 

“F-Fuck me? Please…?”

Fuck seven point five, you were a ten, a twenty, a one-hundred, no fucking numbers could quantify your allure, no. You could charm your way out of any crime if you pursed your brows and pouted your lips like this, smeared red lipstick painting your soft skin, saliva dripping down your chin so indecently. 

And your hand was still, caressing his stomach, like a succubus ready to pounce and devour him like a five course-meal. Consume him whole, body and soul until he has nothing left to give. He would let you have him, any way you wanted, you just needed to say the word.

Just needed to let his name fall out of your pretty lips in a breathy gasp and he would be at your call. 

Mingyu enters you slowly, stretching out every millimetre of your walls with a burning feeling of fullness.

“Fuck–” He groans, “Relax for me, baby.” 

You take a deep breath, allowing your body to relax as much as your brain allows at the moment and he takes the chance to stretch you out further, hips pistoning forward. 

Mingyu feels the pleasure seep into his body in one fell swoop, dissolving in his bloodstream, filling his lungs with heat. You’re snug around him, clamping down on his sensitive erection, pulsing alive and throbbing. 

“Are you in?” You ask, not risking looking down and disappointing yourself at the remaining length. Mingyu is hovering just inches above you, hand taut on the hood, using every bit of restraint imaginable to not pound you into tomorrow.

“Just a little more,” He breathes out, head coming to rest on the crook of your neck as his hip comes to meet yours.

He allows you a moment to let the stretch lessen, to allow your discomfort to slowly morph into pleasure. And soon, you’ve got your arms wrapped tight around his broad shoulders, his almond eyes have completely surrendered to the dark gaze of lust, devouring you alive with their insatiable hunger. 

“You can move now…” You breathe out, fingers tangling around his silky smooth hair. 

“You sure?”

“Oh, yeah.” He smiles against your lips, hips finding themselves a languid, slow and torturous pace until you’re begging for more. 

The way his body feels against your is something unforgettably wonderful, every curve of his torso giving into your own, every inch of you filling into the gaps of his in an imperfectly perfect little puzzle.

With every thrust, you’re pulling at the roots of his hair, gaining yourself sharp hisses from Mingyu. Though he enjoys the tugging, leans into your scratching, presents his lips to you with total eagerness.

He fastens his movement, thrusting into you with sheer fervour. His hands are exploring your body, kneading at abundant flesh with excited fingers that leave trails of crescent moons shapes along your skin. 

Out here, in the middle of nowhere, caressed by the breeze and the moonlight, you’re whispering his name in an unanswered prayer, letting the syllables dance around in your tongue before you let them slip away into the starry night sky to be forgotten. 

You’re clenching around him with pleasure, feeling the knot in your belly tighten and tighten. 

“Feels– So good,” Mingyu hisses against your kisses, hips not stuttering even once. 

Brain an absolute mush, you can’t find any words to respond other than strained moans.

“So– Fucking good…” Nuzzling along your jaw, he grazes his teeth on your neck, painting your skin with love bites.

“I–” You gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. He doesn’t even need you to finish your sentence to know what you meant.

“Yeah? Me too– Let go, baby.” 

Digging his hands into your hips, Mingyu hurries his thrusts, hitting your sweet spot again and again until you’re melting in his arms, singing praise of his name with your candied voice and luring him into his own orgasm. 

He leans forward, capturing your lips in a harsh kiss, hips slowing down as he comes undone, tainting the condom with heavy spurts. 

You’re both gasping in complicity, blanketed in the summer night.

Once the condom is discarded, Mingyu lays by your side and pulls you into his heaving chest. You both lay there in comfortable silence, letting the orgasms fade out into strained sleepiness. 

“Will you promise to remember me?” You ask, watching the twinkling stars that lay before you two.

“Where did that come from?” Mingyu chuckles. 

“Do you promise?” Your voice is a soft whisper that dissipates into a shaky, hesitant breath, “Do you promise to remember me?”

He laughs, but your eyes hold such urgency, he can not ignore the human need to sympathise with your woes. “...Why– Why do you say that?”

“Because…” You sigh, “Because I’ll remember you, – this,” Hands vaguely gesturing toward your conjoined bodies, “For the rest of my life… And I’m afraid even a decade from now, you won’t be able to recall my name or what I look like.” 

It’s serious, it’s a concern that has plagued your mind since the moment you laid down. However, Mingyu can only focus on the fact that you’ve assumed the two of you won’t see each other again, ever. 

Leaning forward, his slight smile does nothing to hide the clearly confused look that is plastered across his handsome face, “It’s like you plan to disappear. We’ll see each other again.”

You shake your head, “What are the chances, Mingyu? We’re just… Fleeting seconds in centuries. What are the chances alumni – Not even from the same major, – will meet again?”

“What if we promise to meet?” Oh, he’s absolutely set on it, but you find it adorable; this fervorous intent on defying the hands fate has laid before you.

“Then, what happens when we’re bored of each other?” You chew on your lower lip, but he discards your argument. 

“That might not happen,” He points out.

“We’re too different. It defeats fate to force it,” You sigh.

Mingyu doesn’t have an answer right now, but he’s seeking one with furrowed brows and pouted lips.

“Remember me like this, no wait–” You run your fingers through tangled hair in an attempt to fix the messing he’d done before. “Done. Like this.” You flash a smile, posing your body in the best angle it has, to construct the perfect memory.

But Mingyu sees your flustered cheeks, smeared lipstick that leaves behind a stained trail of hot red over swollen-kissed lips. Sleep hazed eyes that gaze at him with such warmth, that hold a longing he wouldn’t be able to grasp for another decade. You liked him, you truly did. And that’s why you would never allow your memories of him to be tainted by the grasps of time. 

You’d forever remember his dorky smile and dad jokes, his clumsy hands and warmth.

And Mingyu doesn’t realise it yet, but he would forever remember you as someone who marked him forever. To disregard the cards you’re dealt, make your own memories, remember it all fondly. 

Maybe in a couple years, you will have a wild dream about this very moment, a fuzzy memory that leaves behind a nostalgic smile that will follow you for the day, reminding you of this perfect feeling. You’ll look back with wistful thinking of the good days. 

And will keep it close to your heart.

Where it belongs.

You thought about it often the day after, but days turned into weeks, turned into months, turned into years. And a decade later, you found yourself having a dream about the distant memory, and the sweet nostalgic feeling accompanied you throughout your routine. 

After university, you had found a simple job in your area that sufficed the need for experience and filled the empty stop in your resume. Though it was far from fulfilling. There was no creative liberty allowed and you often found yourself overworked and constricted by tight deadlines. 

The dream of your own line had yet to die, however. That’s why you had volunteered for such a demanding gig: designing for a historical movie. Luckily, your resume had allowed you a good position, overseeing the wardrobe and designing the pieces that would be forever captured on film.

The main character, a pretty young thing with curly hair, was extremely excited to work with you and almost cried when she saw the dresses she would be wearing. 

Today, you would be fitting for the lead male role and designing him some characteristic James Dean style clothes. Your assistant led him to your office while you were gathering your materials. 

When you enter the room and you’re met with those gorgeous almond eyes, you can’t help the stupid smile that finds your lips.

“This is the lead actor, Kim Mingyu,” Your assistant explains. 

“Yeah, I know,” You laugh. 

He stands up, a charming smirk plastered on his pretty face, “Hey.”

Your assistant looks at you with a puzzled look, “You know each other?”

Mingyu nods. 

“Yeah, I never forget a pretty face.” 

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[he-goes-down]

MASTERLIST 🫶

REQUESTS: OPEN

Very slow request finishing as school is starting up and tests are hectic

might take ages cus i procrastinate

English aint my first language

I go by what im feeling that day for writing requests sorry.

I ALSO NEVER EDIT FOR SHIT

Fics:

There Was A Time - GNR

Something Stupid - GNR-shortstory

Estranged - GNR - fantasy -an idea

Shit posts:

Guns ‘n Poese - GNR - might be made in like 2 years time

Gnr mermaids - guide on how to do it - on hiatus for about maybe 2 years max

Requests:

Over 40 😥requests in the making (some not shown here cus im lazy)

Chosen by spin the wheel

Smut

Angst

Fluff

Although I mostly do smuts as they’re easier to write

Will:

- male reader cus im one too

- threesomes, foresomes, whole ass country (jokes)

- harder things like bondage ect

Wont:

- dont do ships just cus they aren’t my thing

Axl Rose:

Human Nature

Speedin’ Back To My Baby

Please - in drafts

Big Man With A Gun - in drafts

Wichita Lineman - in drafts

Thriller - in drafts

My Kinda Lover - in drafts

Burning Heart - in drafts

Slash:

Love Lies

Cant Fight This Feeling - in drafts

Underwear -in drafts

Give me Love - in drafts

Gimmie More - in drafts

Highway Tune - in drafts

Duff Mckagan:

Turbo Lover

Break On Through

Tenderness

Need you tonight - in drafts

Within you - in drafts

Sunspots - in drafts

Black Velvet - in drafts

Water - in drafts

Slither - in drafts

S&M - in drafts

Cum On Feel The Noize - in drafts

Crazy in Love - in drafts

For Crying Out Loud - in drafts

Izzy Stradlin:

Photograph

Too funky

Run to you - in drafts

Come On Now Inside - in drafts

Big Love - in drafts

Hot For Teacher - in drafts

Girls on film - in drafts

Hard to get away I’m sorry/ get away - makes me wanna die inside from sadness so might take time

Steven Adler:

End Of The Night

Addicted To Love

Obsession

Excitable - in drafts

Out Of Touch - in drafts

Bad Medicine - in drafts

(I Just) Died In Your Arms- in drafts

Multiple:

DuffxrxIzzy:

Wild Child

Pretty Tied Up (wild child pt2) -in drafts

My Best Friend’s Girl - (Turbo Lover pt2) in drafts

DuffxrxSlash:

Our Last Summer

IzzyxrxSteven:

Sweet Surrender - in drafts

Allxr:

In The Still Of The Night - stumped

Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah) - in drafts

Fantasy:

V! - vampire W! - werewolf

Blood That Moves The Body -V!IzzyxrxW!Slash

Lullaby - V!Izzy

The Walk - V!Axl

-in drafts

Lovesong -V!Steven

-in drafts

Crossover:

IzzyxrxJulianCasablancas:

Reptile

IzzyxrxDaveMustaine:

Rock You Like A Hurricane - in drafts

Others:

Warren DeMartini - Dancing On Glass

Julian Casablancas - Relax - tryna get thru the gnr ones

Jon Bon Jovi x r x Tom Keifer - Shake Me - in drafts

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[heongiu]

Goo, Jake, Eugene and Samuel with rich reader whose love language is gift giving!!

Awww this is sooo cutee!! Tysm for the request anon soo we shall get started!

Gun, Goo, Jake, Eugene, Samuel x rich reader ||

Gun Park

As discreet as Gun likes to be, his love language is something more sophisticated but savoury. And as much as he loves money, he would love to spoil you.

But when he found gifts randomly appearing in his room out of nowhere, you being the bigger spoon and paying for everything at a date. He would've never expected it.

His first impression of your love language was... weird, he was genuinely freaked out. He thought only he could do that. And him being the one receiving all that? Unbelievable.

He was flustered. His ears were all red and there was visible flush on his cheeks. he was a literal mess.

"W-whys this all here?.. " he asked you with a visible frown on his face, but he was literally blushing at the same time.

But anyway, he does love you a lot and so he accepts the gifts even if he feels that ‘weird’ feeling in his stomach when he receives them.

Kim Jongoo

One word: Material Girl 🗣️‼️

Okay but, he really loves to spoil you, whatever you like, or have a preference for, he'll get it for you right then and there.

He's got his love for money, and all that money, so why should he not spend it on you? Since you're his pookie bear, sweetheart, darling, honey bun, sweet kins and what not (holy shit he's got a lot of nicknames for you damn)

But... When he caught a glimpse of gifts in his own room, on his bed, on the dressing table, heck even inside his closet, that man's face turned crimson red.

His hands were shaky, his face was sweaty, and he was all flustered mess. Just what did you do to that poor man? (Obviously made him kinda submissive)

"What the heck? She could do that too?!?" That, was his first thought.

Maybe you should've taken a pic of him like that, he looked adorable, like a new core memory unlocked.

But from time to time, as you continue doing so, he will get used to your love language, and it might transform into his own (maybe it was before too, but it'll have more love and affection than before)

So as you both keep gifting eachother expensive gifts, there will be occasional small gifts too, not necessarily expensive, but to make the moment precious and memorable.

Jake Kim

Jake kim, is a man of his word, He loves to do anything that can make you fall deeper for him, anything that can get you guys even closer than before.

So he doesnt spoil you with money so often in terms of expensive gifts, yet he does spoil you in a different way. Little gifts like a love letter or a card, bouquet of flowers or a pretty rose quartz bracelet, if you are passionate about something, this man will do it all for you.

But he never expected you to spoil him with your money. he was in shock, and the flush on his face? he looked adorable, like when you call a kid ‘good boy’, that was how shy he had gotten.

He was all over the place worrying and asking you how much it all costed, and why did you do that in the first place? he doesnt deserve all this does he? (well he does and deserves even more)

“y/n!!! w-why would you gift me these?! Oh my god, It mustve costed you a lot right?” He asked you in panic, and all you could do was kiss him on his nose gently, to let him know you did this because you love him.

often theres times when Jake is with the Gang (Sinu, Brad, Jason, Jerry, Lineman and Luah) and suddenly he finds expensive gifts at his place out of thin air. And the gang is all over him, teasing him, and hes in the corner blushing and hiding his face like an idiot.

what a cutie honestly, you should spoil him more just to see his soft side show up.

Eugene

As mysterious and unpredictable as our beloved President Eugene is, he actually does like spoiling you a lot and occasionally you’ll find him doing so.

Since you’re his lover, he actually enjoys to spend money on everything you want, or have a liking for, no matter how much its costing him.

But he actually doesn’t mind you spoiling him back, he enjoys that as well, since he really loves you, he doesn’t mind being spoiled by you.

He very well acknowledges that it is your love language, and so he doesnt interfere in that matter, and lets you do whatever you want to with your money so if you wanna spoil him? go ahead, hes very pleased to be spoiled by you.

However, he does let you know that sometimes its a bit too much, in case you’re actually overspending. (hes very gentle with his words when it comes to you)

He's not one to brag about the gifts he often receives from you, but he does wear your gifts more than often to let you know he appreciates your love for him, and that he belongs to you. (And vice-versa)

Samuel Seo

Samuel, doesn't quite believe in spoiling someone with money. It's not that he cannot, he just doesn't resonate with the idea of it.

Yet often, he can find himself spending money on something you like, it happens as a repulsive act. Also Because he's way too deep in love with you.

Yet the for the first time ever, he had seen small gifts on the table besides his bed, he was surprised and shocked.

In disbelief, and to confirm, he asked you where you got these from, in case if they were actually yours and you placed them there 'accidentally'.

But when you told him those were actually for him, his expression was priceless.

For the first time he had blushed so loudly, with his ears becomes so red like a tomato, he couldn't even speak properly. So much that he actually had to hide his face.

Keep gifting him more, he might get used to it, but he'll still feel butterflies in his stomach everytime he would receive them. (Which he doesn't talk about a lot, he prefers to act serious af all the time, but you'd still know)

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[sgnjimmy]

Jake Kim x reader, no 8? Thx

★ 𝓙𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

≛ 𝙰/𝚗: hey-yo, so sorry for taking so long. I have issues with responsibility so ya know. again so sorry and here it is!! I hope I made it justice.

≛ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 616.

"Have you seen? Lineman is dating!" You open the office door suddenly.

"What?" Jake asks with his down, working on the papers on his desk.

"He's dating. And going around showing pictures." You scrunch your face in disgust. "... And saying things."

By the tone you're using, Jake knows exactly what kind of things he's sharing.

He's honestly surprised to learn that Lineman is in a relationship. He figured he'd at least date once before this "event" would occur.

It's funny how things are... And also sorta weird.

"Seems like a nightmare from hell." Jake states, still not raising his head from his work.

"Yeah, tell me about it." You grab the chair in front of his office desk and land on it with a heavy thud. "Can't believe he's dating… 'nd I'm not!"

"If it helps you, me neither."

"No, I know. I mean like– in general. I never dated, you know."

Oh.

Oh, he thinks.

Jake moves his head up to look at you in surprise. He stays quiet for a while, and you come to think it was better if you had said nothing.

"... Me neither."

"... You don't have to say that, to um, make me feel better…"

"I'm not." He tells you.

The chair under Jake starts to feel cold against his skin, and he quickly grows uncomfortable. You both hold each other's gaze without noticing. And as the minutes go on, Jake can no longer sit still under your stare.

Your eyes feel heavy, he desperately wants to run away from it. Jake turns his head to avoid your gaze and feels heat rush up to his cheeks.

"But you shouldn't complain."

"Huh?" You say as if he had woken you up from a deep slumber. "What do you mean?"

"You shouldn't be complaining about not being in a relationship." Jake moves his head back to face you, tiling his chin smiling. "After all, I'm all yours for you to take."

You feel your heart failing a beat. What did he just–

Jake winks at you.

And you realize he was just teasing… Ah, you must be really out of your mind to have believed he had feelings for you, of all people.

"Sure, sure." You try to laugh it off as if he didn't just filled your heart with fake hope. "I should…" You clean your throat. "Um, get going."

As you raise from your seat and walk towards the office door, Jake shouts your name, fastly walking your way — placing his body in front of you.

"Wait." He says while bloking the door. "God, I guess I'm really a coward."

"Jake… what– what are you doing?"

"I'm trying to tell you that I– that I…"

He move his eyes down, and he find himself locking his vision on your hands, Jake holds them and places a kiss on each knuckle.

"I'm trying to say that I love you." He says, expressing his deepest thoughts as he raises his eyes from your hands.

This information takes out your breath for the second time today. So all that teasing was actually real. He meant all of that?

The countless times you got mad at yourself for pinning on your boss were all meaningless now. He liked your back!

"Please say something…" He prays you to return his feelings, but all this silence from your side has starting to make him feel worried. "I like you, but what about you? Y/n, do you?"

Instead of a proper answer, you take your hands off of his tender hold to grab the back of his neck, pulling the leader of Big Deal for a kiss. As Jake kisses you back, he feels his insides melting.

So this is what kissing was like.

This is how kissing you was like.

As soon as you pulled back and ended the kiss, Jake was already addicted to the feeling of your lips on his.

© 𝙨𝙧𝙜𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙮 2023

#looksim #looksim x reader #jake kim x reader #jake x reader #jake kim #jake kim lookism #jake lookism #x reader

[blackbat05]

Recuperate

Kim Gimyeong/Jake x Reader (Lookism)

Plot: On the run from Worker’s assault on Big Deal, Jake needs a place to hide. Thankfully, you’re there for him.

Genre: PG 13

A/N: The lack of Big Deal content after like feeding us through Covid should be illegal😭 PTJ probably thought at that rate Jake Kim would have become the main character instead.

“Lineman?”

The young man looks at you apologetically. “I’m sorry, we had nowhere else to go.”

You quickly ushered them in, making sure that no one else saw you.

He limps towards the sofa, supporting an injured Jake with much difficulty. You take your medical kit for emergencies, following them to the living room.

“Oh my god, how bad is it?”

Lineman gives you a quick run down on Jake’s injuries much to your shock and horror. You couldn’t believe that Eugene actually had the audacity to launch an attack on Big Deal.

“What about the rest? Are they alright?”

The young man sighs, telling you that the group had split up on Jake’s orders. He has no idea where any of them are now. “For all I know, they could have been caught.”

Your heart clenches at the thought. They didn’t deserve any of this. Jake had worked so hard to improve the image of Big Deal, to create a family. All the hard work had now shattered into pieces with its future hanging in the balance.

You see the fatigue on Lineman’s face. “You should go and get some rest. I’ll take care of him. Close the curtains so that no one can see you.”

The man nods, bowing in gratitude. “Thank you. Thank you so much. Jake is lucky to have you.” With that, he excuses himself from the living room.

As you cleaned up his wounds, you can’t help but to let your mind wander. Lost in thoughts, you almost didn’t see Jake moving from the sofa.

“Jake! Are you alright? Don’t get up.”

He slowly blinks his eyes, turning his head to face you. The scars on his nose and lips are even more apparent after the medical aid and your heart breaks at the thought of what he’s putting himself through.

“Babe?”

You nod, holding his hand. “How you feeling?”

Jake groans, attempting to wiggle his feet. “Like I was hit by a truck. But I’ll live.”

“Lineman told me everything. What are you guys planning to do now?”

He sighs heavily. “We have no choice but to lay low. I don’t like it any more than the guys do, but I can’t afford anyone else being thrown into prison because of me.”

A moment of silence passes between the two of you. Jake squeezes your hand to get your attention. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry that you have me as your boyfriend. You clearly deserve more than a gangster.” You frown at his statement.

“No. You don’t get to say that.” You firmly tell him. “You did what you had to do. You protected your family. Not many people would have the courage to do that.” Unfortunately, Jake still looks very troubled.

“Whatever it is, I’ll be with you. You and Lineman can stay as long as you like. We just need to take extra precautions. I’m not going to let you out of my sight that easily. Not especially when Xiaolong almost killed you.” You can’t help but to tear at that thought.

Jake cups your face, bringing you closer to him. “But I’m still here, aren’t I?” He nuzzles your nose.

You nod, trying to recollect yourself. A wave of determination washes over you. “You will stay until you’re fully healed. When Daniel gets stronger… when Big Deal reunites… you will be ready to fight back and end this war once and for all. We will be free.”

Jake smiles at the thought of your future. It was the only thing that kept him going, kept him fighting. He gently pushes himself up, assessing the current state of his body. Satisfied, he stands up with you at his side.

“What are you doing?” You are slightly alarmed. “Didn’t you hear what I said? You need to-”

“Rest.” He finishes the sentence for you. “But I’m not going to lie in bed the whole day. I got to help out, get my mind of things for now. So how about we make dinner?”

It was that same boyish grin that you fell in love with during your first encounter with him on the streets of Big Deal. That easy going nature of his that made everyone around him comfortable.

Letting him lean on you, the two of you entered the kitchen to prepare dinner. The act was oddly simple, yet you cherished the moment even more. Especially with what had just happened.

As you instructed him to mix the batter, you started to chop on the chives silently, mind deep in thought once more.

“Hey Jake?”

“Hm?”

“We’ll get through this. One day at a time.”

“One day at a time.” He repeats after you. Jake doesn’t know how, but you were always so hopeful. Lineman did the right thing bringing them to your house.

Maybe, you were the light to what was his darkest times. You were his hope. You gave him the will to stay strong and fight.

“I love you.”

“And I love you so much. Don’t you forget that.”

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[georgiapeach30513]

Been having insane week and non stop! Nursing School Brain in effect and having to already put that knowledge to the test at home! It would absolutely make my week if I Could please make request please? Something with Primal Ari? Fluff maybe little smut but definitely the primal!!! Please absolutely adore your stuff and look forward to your stories!!!

I hate that you had an insane week, and things are just going out of control.  But yes, yes I think I can make a primal Ari...this particular Ari is going to be a bit of the sweeter side though...

What That House is Made Of

Summary:  You shouldn’t have teased Ari.  Or should you?

Pairings:  Ari Levinson X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, growling, primal kick, praise kink, mentions of phone sex, mentions of masturbation, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.5K

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You take one final look into the mirror; fiddling with your hair, turning to the side to check out your appearance in your new lingerie, and take a deep breath.  You needed him.  Ari had been gone for too long on a work related trip.  You didn’t care if he only had a few hours to be at home, you wanted your man with you.  Wanted to feel his thick hands grip you tight as he takes you over the edge again and again.

It was risky to send him photos such as these, but this was a risk you were willing to take.  The pictures start off innocent enough for someone wearing next to nothing, but then more of your lace starts coming off.  You get into it; arching your back, and popping out your ass.  Putting on a show for your man.  He missed you, too.  Told you every night as you fell asleep in a long FaceTime.  

You don’t want the last photos you take to have you a bit upset, but even you see the glossiness in your eyes.  Sending him the photos, you grab a tissue and dab at your eyes.  Ari was sexy, he was a sex god, but most importantly he held you like you were the most precious thing in his life.  And to Ari, you really were.  You were his everything.  The reason he became a journeyman lineman was to provide for you, and hopefully one day, your family that you would be making.

Checking your phone, you see that he had opened the photos, but still hadn’t responded.  Biting at your lip, you sigh.  Deciding to slip on a robe, and go about your day.  He was busy.  He would make time for you when he could.

Ari looks down at the pictures one more time, yes, you were beyond sexy.  Everything he had ever dreamed of wrapped up in pretty lace, but those last photos where your face was clearly visible is what upset him.  He couldn’t have his best girl being lonely and missing him.  With his calloused fingers still a bit stained from work, boots still dirty, and face still dingy he stomps up your front porch steps.  He had to take a personal day.  Money be damned.  You needed him, and he most definitely needed you.

Making a dramatic entrance of slinging the door wide open, you yelp in fear, until you hear that noise.  Could practically see his lip curled up as he releases that low and primal growl, “Woman!”

Sauntering around the corner, you hold your hand up on the wall, looking your thick beefy man up and down, “Oh, I’m going to fuck you,” his voice rasps out.  His steps are calculated, slow, and steady as he walks closer to you.  His fists pulsing.  “You deserved to be fucked good and so fucking hard.  Trying to tease me while I’m at work,” his nose scrunches up, and he shakes his mane out of his face.

Standing right in front of you, his hand goes to your neck.  Fingers behind you, while his thumb pets over the front.  Giving you just a tiny squeeze, “You know what you were doing, huh?” You give him a pitiful little nod, pouting up at him.  “You’ll be punished in due time, but,” Ari picks one of your legs up, resting it on his waist as he starts grinding into your core.  “I’ve missed you, Foxy.”

“I’ve missed you,” your lip trembles as he bends down low giving you the softest chaste kiss.  “Each day got longer,” whining as he starts ripping at your panties, his mouth drifting to your neck as he nips around the sensitive skin.  Thankful that you still walked around the house with nothing but one of his old tattered shirts.  “I forgot the way you felt,” he snarls at that comment, running his fingers through your glistening folds.

“Forgot the way you taste,” he crashes his mouth into yours, shoving his tongue in your mouth, massaging your own with his.  He was going to make you remember what he tasted like.  His hands struggle to get his pants undone.  Letting them drift to the floor.  “Forgot about the…stretch,” you whimper as he picks your body up to situate you over his fat cock.  “Ari!” You mewl out when he pushes you all the way down.

Holding you on his length as he gazes at your face.  Letting you cockwarm him while he commits the way you look on him to memory.  Watching every muscle flench in your face as you try not to moan.  The way you bite at your lip when he circles his hips, and the way you whisper his name in an achingly needy way.  

“I love you,” he whispers, pulling himself completely out of you, and thrusting back in so slowly.  He wanted you to remember every bit of his long shaft.  Every wide inch of his girth.  Wanted your pussy to know where that thick vein of his stayed seated inside of your walls.  Growling on your neck while he pumps into your warmth.  This was just how you and Ari were made to be…connected.

Traveling lately has made things difficult.  Phone sex just wasn’t the same.  His hand didn’t feel nearly as good.  That hot pink dildo didn’t fill you quite as well as him.  It didn’t have the perfect curve to it.  The curve that hit all of your spots.  But what felt the best was the way that he looks at you.  A look that says he wants to both destroy you, and worship at your feet.  The look that shows he’s just as obsessed with you, as you are him.  

Dragging himself in and out of you, no words spoken, picking up speed with every stab into you.  Not caring when pictures fall off the wall as he starts a hard pound into you.  Wondering just how well this house was built as you feel the vibrations behind you from his movements.  It felt like he was trying to beat it down along with your cunt.

The walls in your house hadn’t seen the two of you make love in what felt like years.  If only they could talk.  They would tell how Ari made sure to christen every part of the house with your juices.  How he would literally chase you around in the unfurnished place you now called home.  Jump from the top floor to the bottom as you giggled trying to get away from him.

They could tell how you had spent so many nights completely naked, wrapped up in each other as you talked about your future.  Mention how there was so much love between the two of you, even without sex.  But right now they shutter at how much desperation the two of you feel as he rails into you.  How many times your walls have clenched down around him, but he wanted your body to remember how he felt for the next month.

Relentless at how hard he shoves in your wet heat.  How his mouth leaves traces of his mark behind on your neck.  If it was remembering that you wanted, he was going to go above and beyond to give you just that.  He needed to remember you, too.  Remember how your arousal drips down on him, creating a sticky mess on his thighs.  Remember each little inflection as you sob at being stuffed full.  Remember just how much he loves you.  Loves your precious little voice, and your pitiful scratches you put on his back as another high crashes around him.

You were sure that there would be no house left when Ari was finished with you.  That the whole damn place would just fall down.  Gulping up at him when you feel you can’t take anymore. “One more my sly little Fox.  Give me one more.  Come on, Foxy, you’re right there,” your eyes roll in the back of your head, vision blurry as you cling tight to him.  Your walls flutter around him, holding him in a vice grip when he finally lets go.

Pumping you full of his essence.  Slowing down his movements as he pets around your face, “Atta girl.  You did so good,” he presses his lips against your forehead, holding them there as he sniffs your new smell; a mixture of sweat, him, and pure unadulterated pleasure.  “I won’t be so sweet next time, baby.”

“Good,” you run your fingers over his shoulders, wishing that you could feel his skin against yours.  “I don’t want you to be.”

“We’re testing this house’s foundation limits tonight.”

“And tomorrow you have to leave?”

“First thing in the morning.  But only one more week and I’m back home.  Then I’m all yours, and you’re all mine,” it wasn’t much, but one week wasn’t too long.  Just long enough to get your body ready for the marathon Ari undoubtedly would be ready for.  He bites at your neck, growling on the irritated skin, and you feel him throughout your entire body.  “Already throbbing again.”

“Shh,” you whisper.  You wanted this night to last a lifetime.  You wanted Ari and you to last even longer.  And you knew you would.  “I love you.”

“And I love you.  Come on, lets get naked.  I want to have you properly next time.”

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[spaceyflowerswriting]

always charming (jake kim x reader)

details: fluffy scenario, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and jake are dating

summary: your boyfriend's friends bring him home drunk.

×

Loud crashing and yelling voices interrupt your peaceful night. You get up and walk to the door, only to see the Big Deal men hauling in your boyfriend, who isn't looking very sober.

"Ugh! Get! In! There!" Jason quite literally kicks Jake's ass into the house and Jerry mumbles for him to be careful. Jason just sighs until he notices you standing in the distance and plasters on an awkward grin. "Hi."

Brad and Lineman wave wildly with their hands once they also see you, exclaiming, "Hiii!!"

Lua suddenly pops up from behind Lineman, giving you a big grin and a wave as well while shouting a "Hiii!!!" of her own.

Meanwhile, Jerry waves. None of them looked particularly sober, and it was then you could tell Jason was the token sober friend during a night of drinking to make sure his friends went home safe.

You smile and greet them as you move to drag Jake into the house some more. "Thanks, Jason." He gives you a nod of acknowledgement before shutting the door for you and you chuckle as you hear bickering outside.

Turning your attention back to Jake, you say, "Better hope your drunk ass doesn't get a hangover tomorrow."

He puts on dopey grin. "Baby... the only thing I can get drunk off of--" He manages a wink. "--Is your love."

You roll your eyes in amusement.

#lookism x reader #jake kim x reader

[wannaeatramyeon]

Lookism x Reader: Simps

G/N. Gun Park, Ryuhei Kuroda, Jake Kim. Just stupid and silly.

Goo calls Gun a simp.

He says it mocking and derisive as if it is something to be ashamed of.

Maybe it is. Gun doesn't know what a simp is. Goo opens his mouth and most of the time only shit comes out. Gun isn't about to ask and neither does he care.

"Wrapped around Y/N's finger," Goo sneers and that, Gun understands.

Maybe that's true too. He still aims a punch at the blonde's head.

.

.

Leaning over Gun's shoulder, you peer at the search box and chuckle, "Simp? Why are you searching for simp?"

"I'm researching what it means."

"Huh." Your brows knit together, wondering how he came across the term, when this is the kind of person who likes to text in either simple emojis or full sentences and no inbetween, has no idea about pop culture references and terminologies, and you had to teach him what the eggplant emoji actually meant.

A lightbulb goes off.

A Cheshire cat smile creeps over your face, " Did Goo Kim call you a simp?"

Gun turns towards you, traces of annoyance on his face, "He did."

"Well, aren't you?"

He looks down at the definition of simp again, doesn't really understand why it's meant as an insult, when at the crux of it, for Gun, it's simply someone attentive and devoted to their partner.

Gun grumbles, but he supposes: Yes. For you, he is a simp.

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Kenta and Ryuhei are Executives.

Part of the exclusive club of Senior Management at Workers yet they both wait patiently in line at the coffee bar as their assistants (and yours) fidgets behind them.

"They're worried," Kenta murmurs in his native tongue.

"Why?" Ryuhei glances over and indeed all three appear concerned.

"That you think they can't do their jobs."

"It's just a coffee." Ryuhei shrugs, "Anyone can get a coffee."

"Exactly," Kenta wonders if he's being deliberately obtuse. "And it's expected that assistants get the coffee. They think they're doing something wrong because you're here."

"I know how Y/N likes their coffee."

"So does their assistant."

"I know precisely how Y/N likes their coffee."

Kenta sees the beginnings of a sulk, Ryuhei's bottom lip starting to jut out and the furrow of his brows, and sighs.

Ryuhei is being deliberately obtuse. It's not even a particularly adventurous order. Even Kenta knows how you like your coffee, having unfortunately been dragged here by his friend enough times. 

They both shuffle forwards.

"One large Americano. No sugar, no milk," Kenta demonstrates, rattling off your drink of choice to the barista. 

It's difficult to get wrong.

Ryuhei gasps dramatically at Kenta stealing his thunder, and receives an eye roll in return. Who cares about who places the order? Ryuhei is going to be the one that hand delivers the coffee anyway, then hang around you all afternoon being a nuisance.

"You're such a simp." Kenta complains.

Any hint of indignation disappears, and a wide cheerful grin spreads over the blonde’s face.

"I know!"

.

.

For someone of Jake Kim's size, he can be surprisingly sleuthy.

He pokes his head into the room, where the majority of his inner circle sits, hears both his and your name being mentioned and his ears perk up.

Oh?

With quiet, measured movements, sneaks over to the table, and slides into the empty space between Jason and Jerry.

"-I can't believe he is such a simp!" Brad chuckles.

"He really is," Jason agrees.

Jake leans forward, "Who is?"

Lua rolls her eyes, "Jake!"

"Me?"

Hasn't this guy kept up with the conversation? "Yeah, obviously!" Lineman adds-

And then eyes widening in shock, recoils sharply. As does the rest of the table.

Jake?! When did?! How?! What?

An uncomfortable silence descends, festers, stretches taut-

Snaps, when Jake raises his eyebrows and asks the group, "I'm a simp, huh?"

Jerry, his ever loyal sword, speaks for the first time. "You are."

Jake considers it, thinks about himself, thinks about you and his eyes soften. He grins, toothy and lovestruck, "I am."

#you should absolutely be a simp for your partner 😌 #lookism #lookism fic #lookism x reader #gun park #gun park x reader #ryuhei kuroda x reader #ryuhei kuroda #ryuhei #lookism ryuhei #ryuhei x reader #jake kim #jake kim x reader #wannaeatramyeon

[yandereloverwritesstuff]

Super Psycho Love Part 1

In which the star of the football team can't understand why you're so mean to him.

Yandere! Jock x Nerd! Reader

Part 2, Part 3

Content Warning: Manipulation, Sexual Themes

His dad had always recognized something off with his son but like most fathers had chalked it up to being a boy. When he was in elementary school his mom would discuss his behavior in quiet, hushed tones while hunched over her baby blue '#1 Mommy' mug – the way he was frequently written up in school for roughhousing and how her fellow mommy friends were hesitant to arrange playdates between the kids. He dismissed it as parents coddling their spineless, sheltered children and pushed her to drop it. It was easy for him. His dad thought all of the world's problems could be fixed with a little less bitchin' and a lot more backbreaking work. It wasn't until eighth grade when he had broken Eric Hartwin's nose in a fist fight and his lawyer parents were threatening to press charges that his dad decided that outlet was going to be good old-fashioned American football.

He loved it, even if he initially resisted and threw week-long tantrums over it. It was his hall pass to jostle and 'play rough' with the other boys without getting yelled at and it teased out an almost childlike glee. His handsome features were perpetually twisted with cruel elation under his thick football helmet. He carried out his job as an offensive lineman with pride. There was never a moment where his smile faltered, even if he walked off the astroturf covered in blood. It didn't matter if it was his; he reveled in the brief warmth on his skin. For the first time in his life, the kids at his school had an equal amount of respect for him as they had wariness. They wanted to crowd around him like moths and be invited to the afterparties, but they also didn't want to be beaten to a pulp by one of the strongest kids on campus. They thought of him like the old testament god – equal parts revered and feared. The football team could invite an underclassman to a party and launch them into popularity just as easily as they could bully one into doing their school assignments. They dominated the school as they saw fit.

With his power came almost unlimited pussy. He admitted that after losing his virginity in sophomore year sex quickly lost its taboo appeal; you see the power itself was the real aphrodisiac. Girls from freshman to senior year (and occasionally college) threw themselves at him. They were willing to do whatever he wanted as long as he gave them occasional attention. Of course, the cheerleaders were the only ones they would be seen with around campus, but that didn't stop any of them from hooking up with other girls at parties. A peppy, too-thin flyer would wear his number at games but at in the strobe-lights of parties he would take girls to bed knowing nothing more than they were there and he was there too and really bored. He probably would have continued living that lifestyle well past the point his hairline receded into the back of his neck had he not met you.

His kinda-girlfriend, Bella, reveled in her status and made sure everyone knew she considered everyone to be less than the grass stains on her uniform. They were cutting Physics (as they frequently did) and she was complaining about this prude in gym who refused to change with the other girls. She had mentioned a name, but he didn't have a face to pair it with. So he nodded along giving little affirmative noises here and there to give the impression he cared.

"She is probably the ugliest girl I've ever met. The only chance she'd have of landing a date was if she put a bag over her head." She huffed, shuffling through papers in her locker. "I swear, half of the girls at this school have never even heard of a diet. Her butt is so big. I don't know how some guys find it attractive. It's so gross. Imagine all the cellulite underneath those gym shorts." Bella turned to him and mockingly shoved a finger down her throat and fake gagged.

He shrugged. A fat ass actually sounded pretty hot, but he knew her standards for big were much lower than any normal person. She thought that anything above 105 was morbid obesity territory. Suddenly Bella shushed him and adjusted her high ponytail.

"Oh, don't say anything. Here she comes," She rolled her eyes, "dressed like goddamn Carrie White. What is she, amish?"

You wore your hair neatly braided around the crown of your head and a tartan collared dress, courtesy of weekends spent at thrift stores and estate sales. There was a steely, fiery look on your face that caught him off guard. If he didn't know any better he thought he could feel heat radiating from you. Your lip curled in a slight scowl. He thought is was kind of funny that someone so harmless looking could be so visibly livid. It sparked something deep in him, something he hadn't ever felt: genuine interest to know the 'why' of a woman. He gave you a once over before making eye contact; if anything your expression got more hostile. Your eyes narrowed further and you scrunched your nose before you opened the locker next to Bella's.

THUNK. THUNK. THUNK. THUNK. THUNK.

An avalanche of the belongings of your locker spilled into the halls; several textbooks, a few bent and frequently dogeared paperbacks, as well as binders, homework and quizzes with A's marked in big red ink piled at your feet. You groaned. It was a free period and you had nowhere to be, so it wasn't a big deal. But the thought of kneeling before Isabella Marsh and scrambling to pick up your things was awfully humiliating. It was your fault though, you had a tendency to throw things haphazardly into it between periods without paying much attention.

"Well, are you going to pick it up?" Bella looked at you expectantly and you chewed the inside of your lip. She crossed her arms over her chest and drummed her fingers on her upper arm. You had looked into transferring out of your shared gym class, but all the other ones were filled and you needed it to graduate. It was one of your worst nightmares to be in the gym with half of the cheerleading team. Despite having never won a single competition since the school's founding, they all had raging superiority complexes over the rest of the female student body. You chalked it up to their proximity to the football team and their status as two-time state winners.

He watched the two of you glower for what seemed like minutes before you slowly squat down, carefully staying on your oxford-clad feet instead of getting on your knees. He thought it was a shame because you'd definitely be cute looking up at him. Taking you in, he imagined that it was impossible for you to have even seen a dick in person. You looked so straight-edge and pure based on your grandmotherly style and A papers. He had never seen girls on campus dress like that, probably not even girls from the last decade.

"Here, I'll help." He announced, startling himself by his generosity.

You shuddered slightly and continued to sloppily bunch papers close to your chest. "I'm okay. Thank you though."

He had never met a girl who rejected his attention outright, much less show such blatant distaste.

"Are you sure?" He knelt down to look you in your face. You had a grimace on your face that didn't quite suit your wide, doe eyes. There was almost a feral dog look to you. It didn't intimidate him in the slightest but his cheeks grew uncomfortably warm. He could still tell that you were cute despite such an ugly expression. Your lips were tinted a rosy red, like you had been picking at the skin. He lamely picked up a copy of 'The Bell Jar' and dumbly pretended to read the back.

"Yes. I'm sure." He didn't need to look at you to feel the intensity of your Kubrick stare on him. It wasn't the 'I want to fuck you' daydream-gaze from starry-eyed women that he was accustomed to, but the 'I want you dead' glare that nobody (especially a girl) would dare give him even as a joke. He limply held his hand out, offering you the book. You took it curtly, your fingers scraping by his. He stumbled as he stood up, trying not to feel awkward.

You hadn't noticed the effect you had on him. Maybe if you did, you would have been more careful after. Before he could say anything, you had stormed off again, clutching the book so tight your knuckles were white.

"God, what a stuck up bitch." Bella commented under her breath.

"I wonder what her problem is." He mumbled. What he really meant though was that he was going to figure out what your problem was.

He had a reputation; he was a bad person who went through teenage girls like tissues to jack off into. He was the antithesis of anyone you'd ever respect, much less date.

You had seen some of the girls. Not that you had many friends to gossip with, but it wasn't uncommon to see a girl or two crying in the bathroom before first period after the weekend of a big game because he never texted them after. It was the first week of autumn the first time you heard about him and it wasn't like you were eavesdropping or being weird about it. You always arrived early to put on makeup in the bathroom, since your parents didn't allow it at home. So you'd stand perched on your tippytoes with a mascara wand in one hand while listening to a small group of girls comfort their distressed friend. She'd weep on their shoulders, barely able to stand because of her burning humiliation. You'd multitask: watching through the mirror out the corner of your eye while applying a thin, barely-there swipe of taupe eyeshadow with your fingertip.

"Shhh," A brunette with braces stroked a redhead's back softly, "It's going to be okay sweetheart. We all make mistakes."

A lanky girl with a small patch of acne on her cheek sighed, "Not to be that person, but we told you that he's not a good guy."

Sometimes you wished you had friends like that. They seemed so supportive and kind and in a way it made you feel like a friend by association. It became somewhat of a routine during football season; you'd take your contraband cosmetics into the bathroom and listen to yet another heartbroken girl recount their time at a party thrown by the football team. It didn't take long before you grew to hate them all, even if you've never interacted with any members of the team. It didn't help that they sucked school funding dry so there was nothing left for the debate and chess team...

When you hurried off, you didn't know that he took it as an invite to chase after you.

#yandere x reader #yandere jock #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere scenarions

[emojellyace08]

Hello! How've you been? Can you please write jealousy headcanons for lookism men with a female reader? The reader and they are not in a relationship but they have a crush on her and they get jealous when she hangs out with her guys best friend? Thank you ❤️

♡♡♡♡ Jealousy "Hey, would you please focus on me?" (Lookism Men x Female Reader)♡♡♡♡

A/N: Sorry for the really late reply @serenesoulseeker but I've been feeling a lot better lately! (been trying to recover from a cold rn) And sorry for the inconvenience bc I have other requests to do and other important tasks (this has been sitting on my drafts for a while -_-''''') but I hope my writing reaches your expectations. Ty! Genre: angst to fluff Warnings: jealousy and neediness (a bit of possessiveness), not in an established relationship with the character of choice at first, (yandere on Samuel, Olly, and Jiho's part), slight mentions of assault (night club), mentions of physical fighting, shouting, toxic relationship on the last part (NOT CONDONING THIS IN REAL LIFE) reader is gender neutral!

Daniel Park/Jay Hong/Zack Lee/Vasco (Lee Eun Tae)/Jace Park/Duke Pyeon/Eli Jang/Johan Seong/Jake Kim/Lineman/Brad Lee/Jerry Kwon/Jason Yoon/Jiho Park/Young Jinyeong Park/Yuseong

Getting to know him for a very long time is a ride. You've been childhood friends with him and he's one of the people you cherish a lot. You always got each other's back. You often scare those little bullies away when they're taking their insults personally again just to make him insecure. And at times you got to scold him while patching up his bruises when he gets beaten up by those thugs, he just really wants to protect you from those types of people.

He may get wounded because of his hero complex getting in the way at times, but it's just him being him. You may come out as strong and bold at times but he knows you got that soft spot in you once he gets to know you better. You're both glad that you get to know each other. In times in rich and wealth, in sickness and in health, in both of your ups and downs you're always partners in crime. Spending his extra time with you shows that he really values you as you're with him. Despite having your own business and focusing on both of your perspective goals, that spark just never faded away. You're both thankful that your friendship stays the same, even getting better even when you're not with him at most times.

Your relationship with him even developed the more you stayed beside him especially when he's down like there's a dark cloud above his head. You don't have to be there for him always, yet you chose to. That triggered something he never felt anything before. Something warm and exciting. He usually never engage in romance since he's afraid of getting rejected and hurt. But he felt so much in ease and comfortable with you. When you tease him he usually doesn't mind it since he knows that you don't mean it and you actually see the good in him. It took a while for him to realize that he's been crossing the line that he's not prepared for.

He's enlightened, nervous, and anything between scared and happy. If he confesses to you, will like him back just because of his looks? Or will you turn down his offer or live both of your best lives as lovers? Will you avoid him? He's not sure. Though he will respect your wishes if you want boundaries. But he can't help but to feel jealous when you mingle with other people, especially with other boys. He knows that your kind and uplifting spirit makes the other guys ask for help when they need to so he doesn't really have a problem with you spending time with them as long as they don't do anything scandalous to you. He knows that he's not your boyfriend and vice versa, so there's no need to feel jealous. Right? But he can't really control it at times. He wants to pin you on the wooden table as he wants to tell you his feelings, "Hey, would you please focus on me?" but he can't seem to tell it on your face. He doesn't mean to pout when you won't pay attention to him. But he gets really hot and sweaty when you lean closer to him when you're helping him out with his homework! Or he can't help but to admire your cute face that you make when he teases you.

He's really insecure about what he's feeling and about himself. But after collecting his courage, he decided to talk to you and face that wall that he's been trying to overcome. He doesn't care if you even reject him anymore. He's trying to act tough and strong so that he can keep up with his image and to your standards. But I guess it's now or never.

You are chatting with him as you view the beautiful scenery of the sun falling down as the moon starts to appear on the pinkish-blue hue of the sky. The wind's blowing is soft and gentle as leaves softly rustle and danced on the atmosphere falling off on the tall and strong trees. Birds are flying on the sky as children flew their kites and sweet couples enjoy their quality time with picnics or sitting on the bench, just chatting and laughing at pretty dumb stuff. Despite the background sounds getting a bit loud, he really enjoys this moment with you.

"Hey Y/N," "Hm? "I want to ask you a question." his voice became stern as you gave him your attention. "Yeah, what about that?" you can see him getting a bit sweaty as he gulped, not trying to be so harsh or obvious. "Ehem, do you have s-someone you like?" he asked as your eyes widened in surprise. "Oh about that," "Yeah?" "I-I have someone I really like." You replied feeling your own cheeks grew hot as his mouth curls into a frown. He shouldn't have been hoping for you reciprocating his feelings. But he can't help but to get curious about this type of yours. "Okay, what is he like?" he asked with a hint of discourage on his voice, his eyelashes fluttering as he tries to stop his tears from falling down on his soft face. He never meant to be overdramatic, but his jealousy along with his insecurities and personal problems consume him at times. "Well, he doesn't realize it but he's really handsome, nice, talented, smart in his own ways. But that's not the reason I started developing feelings for him. He's so soft and gentle at me all the time, even being patient when I'm acting like a drama queen/king. But he's been so understanding at my problems even when I'm at fault at times. He doesn't give up on me and he actually made me a better person in some ways." you replied honestly as both of you avoided eye contact. "And I don't mean to offend anybody but," "Huh?" you faced him as you leaned a bit closer to him as he panics. It doesn't mean that he hates it, it's in fact the opposite. He can't help but to stare at your pretty face, but as the guy/someone who developed feelings first, he should be making the first move! "What if I told you that it's you that I like?" "E-EH!"

Now after talking it through out you're going to be a lovey dovey couple. If you're the shy type you're going to be a blushing idiot around him and vice versa. Though after confessing to each other he wants to take things slowly and surely so both of you wouldn't hurt each other's feelings and waste your friendship, memories, and time at the end. He fully respects it if you want to focus on your studies, family, and with your future career but just remember that he's always here for you all the time even if you're lovers or not :) (but trust me he's going to be one of the most loving boyfriends in this verse so it's now or never ;)

Warren Chae/Zack Lee/James Lee/Goo Kim/Sinu Han/Jake Kim/Vin Jin/Young Elite & Tom Lee/Kuroda Ryuhei/Olly Wang/Yoojin/Gongseob Ji/Kwak Jihan &Jibeom

This f*cker is insane. If you met him on your middle school, high school or in your workplace one thing you know is that he's going to piss you off (in a really good and bad way). He doesn't usually engage with his love life, he might have flings and flirts there and then but he's not really emotionally ready for mature understandings in a couple relationship. And besides he doesn't really want to either, he has other plans, goals, and other businesses to handle before getting into a committed relationship. Having a crush is fine he guesses.

But meeting you for the first time is something that feels different yet familiar. Two things crossed on his mind. First, why the f*ck does he need a partner for his work/school activity? And second is that even if he didn't want to admit it but something about you looks interesting. You look like someone who's pretty chill, and even if you won't shut the hell up he has another bicker friend to make and chat with. So it's a 50/50 win.

But one thing he sure know he's wrong about. You're more than your skills, beauty, brains, and talents. Even if you're the introverted or extroverted type, one thing he knows is that you're actually helpful and reasonable. What he likes about you is that you're pretty realistic in some situations that most people can't handle with. And you might sound harsh at times but it's just you being honest and giving constructive criticisms. It might not be obvious that he likes you because of him making you loose your temper and patience at times, but it's just him being him (an annoying little brat). But whenever things get serious, you always got his back and vice versa. You and him are one hell of a disaster if someone or even many people tries to mess with your shit.

Even if he seems to act bold, cold, intimidating and monstrous, he's actually a bit of a scared cat when you bring up the topic of him getting a girlfriend/boyfriend. His body just tenses when you talk about someone who looks physically attractive to you or when they show you acts of good and kind-hearted services. At first he conflicts to his subconscious that it's just him acting like an older brother to you as he scowls and hisses at them like a possessive cat. He can't help but to raise his eyebrows and roll his dark looking orbs when you giggle about your previous crushes, even cringing and boasting that he's a better man than that wimp will ever be. "HAH?! HIM?! REALLY?! Jesus Christ Y/N I didn't know that you have a really bad taste at picking men." he smirks as he bites on his strawberry-flavored lollipop while laughing at your grumpy looking form with him obviously being taller and muscular than you. "You don't even know him! He's not only kind but he's also helpful and bonus points, HOT!" he chokes on his sweet while he lets now a loud guffaw that can be probably heard at the whole building. This bastard really knows to piss you off. But it's just him being jealous. He thinks to himself that he may not be the best in showing affection and even coming out as arrogant at times, but he'll definitely change his misdeeds and wrong doings just to be a good influence on you. He might flirt there and then just to see you getting flustered while smacking his arms to stop. But he wouldn't go too far to make you feel uncomfortable around him. Respect.

Whoever tries to touch you without your permission gets smashed on the face by him. He may not be your boyfriend but whoever pervert who takes it too far and doesn't know boundaries deserves to feel his stinging and even gut-wrenching attacks.

It was on a late evening when you wear your clothing of choice to hang out on your own on a night club. You messaged him that you're going out on your own to get a few drinks with him answering that it's best if he can accompany you if you don't mind. But you reassured him that you'll be okay and you'll come home safe and sound. How wrong are you on that part. A skinny looking dude kept approaching you for your number while you politely decline that you're fine with your own. But he couldn't just stop bothering you, the fight have even turned into physical if you asked me. He was about to slap you on the face but then your friend stopped his attack by putting pressure on his wrist making the drunk bastard groan and grit his teeth. "Oi you dumb fuck, is that how you treat a person?" "Why the fuck are you getting out of the wa-" Your eyes widened as he landed an attack on the poor guy, but he just deserved it since he's not being responsible.

Both of you have to get out of that place filled with stench of smoke and alcohol. You're not really on the right mind either as the *alcohol/drink of choice* is starting to kick in your system. You crying and wailing on his arms like a little toddler when your toy is taken away from you. "WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU FOLLOW ME HERE?! I ASKED FOR MY OWN TIME! I COULD HAVE PROTECTED MY SELF THERE!" you sobbed as you keep hitting him on the arms as he tries to make you calm down. "OI YOU REALLY THINK THAT I CAN JUST LEAVE YOU ALONE THERE?! WHAT IF YOU GOT HURT OR WHAT IF SOMETHING ELSE HAPPENED TO YOU?!" he was about to scold you more before you hit him again despite not being hurtful at all before you puked on his new bought shirt, ah what a dumbass you are at times. "SCREW YOU! YOU ALWAYS GET IN MY WAY! EVEN TEASING ME WHEN MY FEELINGS ARE ALREADY GETTING HURT! YOU DON'T EVEN CARE WE ARE JUST CO-WORKERS/CLASSMATES!"

He'll make sure to give you every detail about what happened that night and he'll apologize on his shortcomings, even being honest about his mistakes which you can feel a bit uncanny since it's not like him. "Sorry Y/N for being an asshole at times. Sorry if I offended you. I may not be sounding sincere right now but I'll try my best to make it up to you. We're partners in crime after all". Nonetheless, if you and him can make it work out and talk about your problems with each other you and him will make a great couple :).

Gun Park/Kwak Jichang/Taesoo Ma/DG (Kang Dag Yeom)/Young Charles Choi (Elite)/Daniel Park (post-training with Gun arc)/Johan Seong/Cheon Taejin/Magami Kenta

He's another one who doesn't really focus on his love life. He does feel that being alone can be lonely at times but one main advantage of being single is that he can have quality time for himself and he can keep an eye on his goals. But he can definitely feel a spark between the two of you the more he gets to know you better if he really likes you. He's just him chilling in his own world I guess.

He doesn't really get jealous? At all? He might have some moments of feeling disappointed when you're busy with your schooling/work or when you turn your attention to your classmate/co-worker but he just wouldn't speak about it unless if you're doing it intentionally he still definitely gets jealous.

He can simply control his emotions in times especially when both of you are out for business. He maintains his professionalism intact with him since acting like a crybaby about it would just make a ruckus between the two of you and he doesn't want an argument in the first place. He wants to keep each others' boundaries, love, connection, and self respect for one another so he'll just ask about your day while he listens to your rumbles in your school/workplace as long as you listen to him as well ;3.

He's also very honest about his feelings and what upsets him the most. He wouldn't be afraid to voice out his concerns most of the times. At times he's feeling very hesitant to talk about his or your issues since he's already mentally exhausted and he doesn't want to bruise your heart. But he knows that running away from something won't make anything better. So as much as it hurts your part, he's willing to give some constructive criticisms even if you're the sensitive type and he'll also listen to your point of view in situations while he also explains his side of things (he doesn't emotionally abuse you don't worry).

And your friend might feel a little glare or you might see a little pout on his face when you don't give him attention. He really wants to get showered with love and care even though his inferior is tough and strong. But he's still a human, feeling emotions like jealousy so expect for him to gently grab your chin while he looks at you with that demanding and fierce, yet soft and sparkly eyes to lock on you especially when both of you are alone keeping each others' company. "Hey, did you take notes to what I am talking about?" "E-Eh?!" "Keep your focus on me even just for today, I'm not emotionally free when I'm out for work. So listen to me right now."

But his demeanor will completely change once a fucker who knows that you're in a relationship with him tries to flirt with you. It's not even a feeling of jealousy at this point. He's going to feel rage once someone tries to touch you inappropriately. It's going to be a massacre if you don't convince him to stop since he doesn't have a beating for a while now. Your one of the people whom he only listens to so as much as he wants to teach that guy a lesson he'll consider sparing them, he might not want to see their face though after he tries flirting and taking advantage of you.

Samuel Seo/Olly Wang/Jiho Park (villain arc)/Vin Jin (at start of Lookism when he's still super toxic unlike today he's still an asshole at times)

Oh girl/boy, do I even need to start? -_-'''' 🚩🚩🚩.

Literally the definition of "pure" red flag inside out.

This guy has daddy issues, family issues, mommy issues, inferiority complex issues, literally any issue. He also (probably) has abandonment issues so he pretty much won't let you go if he feels like you're the "one for him".

Pretty creepy with the face that he makes when he gets excited for beating someone when somebody tries to get closer to you (especially his rival). He might take this as a big challenge to see which one deserves to be with you.

A literal gangster inside out. Y'all saying that you can fix him, are you Bob the Builder or smth? Like there's a literal whole construction site dedicated for him 😭.

He MIGHT change his values and goals once you taught him how to love and appreciate his self for the way he is but so far it's probably going to be a toxic relationship if you're also a really hard headed person.

He easily gets jealous out of the bunch even at the smallest things. No matter how many times you try to convince him that you're not flirting with your schoolmate/co-worker, once he lost his cool he'll be literally scary and monstrous. Literal shouting, screaming and crying will be heard on your room while he throws things on the wall when he loose his temper at you. *Sigh* Idk about it.

Definition of insecure (I don't know if I'm describing or insulting them at this point).

A literal ass most at times. Yikes.

#lookism x reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x you #lookism fic #daniel park x reader #jay hong x reader #zack lee x reader #vasco x reader #dg x reader #gun park x reader #park jonggun x reader #park hyungseok x reader #james lee x reader #jake kim x reader #samuel seo x reader #vin jin x reader #johan seong x reader #eli jang x reader #warren chae x reader #hudson ahn x reader #sinu han x reader #jerry kwon x reader

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The Boy Next Door: You Drive Me Crazy - Pt. 1 (Nines x Reader)

A human AU for the RK boys.

Parings: Human!Nines / Female Reader Rating: Explicit/ NSWF 18+ Chapters (AO3): [ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ] Tumblr Link: Part 1, Part 2 Word Count: 4.5k (this just keeps getting longer) Warnings: minor character death (otherwise, a SFW setup chapter) Summary: Meet Cain, the perfect Anderson son with all the achievements and trophies one could ever win. He’s the best at everything. Right?

A blue and gold football jersey creased and stretched around the taut muscles of Cain’s back as he began his routine warmup with pushups. Bunched at the concave dip of his shoulders was a big and bright number nine. Sweat dripped down his brow, a single bead falling onto the well maintained grass of Detroit High’s football field. A group of runners jogged around the edges, their sneakers pounding along the clay colored track. The occasional coach whistle, sharp and clear, cut across the intermittent chatter and the obnoxious giggling from the stands near him.

“Hi Cain!” A girl shouted at him.

“He’s so hot,” another girl murmured.

It was all background noise to him, his arms flexing to push off the ground. A small tingle crept up his wrist, quickly spreading like a fire searing across his tendons. His eyes narrowed at a blade of grass before him, honing all of his senses on one focal point.

Seventy-four.

Footsteps crushed urgently into the grass around him, the distraction sending another flare of pain across his biceps. Luther, the team’s defensive lineman, pushed down onto his arms, lowering himself to Cain’s eye level in a plank position. There was a palatable excitement in Luther’s honey brown eyes as he regarded his best friend who was too far into his warmups to heed anything else.

“Yo Nines, you seeing this?”

Seventy-five.

“Nines.”

Seventy-eight.

“Cain!”

Without breaking his form, Cain addressed his friend, “Yes?”

“The track team just got a recruit and it’s the new girl,” Luther said, his face pressed deep enough into the grass to finally look Cain in the eye. “She just beat your mile time!”

While Cain was a perfect specimen of intellect, brawn, and hauntingly handsome features, he had one weakness.

He hated being bested.

His record time was five minutes, three seconds and twenty milliseconds. A few guys in the track team had set out to beat it and none were able to rise to the challenge. The girl and boy team records were kept separately but his ego got the best of him. He allowed himself to count to eighty push-ups, an even, neat number before pushing himself up off the grass.

“What was her time?” He asked.

“Five minutes, as in Five-Oh-Oh!” Luther answered and added a few less than helpful gestures with his fingers to emphasize the numbers.

Five minutes, a rounded mile time. Stone gray eyes scanned the tracks, spotting a runner that was casually leaning into a clipboard held out by a coach. As sharp as his eyesight was, she was far enough that her features weren’t obvious to him but her silhouette alone made him uneasy.

The period after Physical Education was lunch. It was warm for a fall afternoon, leaves scattering and fluttering around a table underneath the shade of a red maple. The break had barely begun and there was much excitement to be had. Backpacks were strewn over the tables, lunches already ravaged by the hungry appetites of a Football team. Go Bears!

It was the first day of Cain’s senior year and the team was catching up on their summer shenanigans. Luther was the calmest of the bunch, politely adding to the conversations while maintaining an air of friendliness unlike Cain. Despite his serious tone, Cain was their captain, the guy that knew how to pull the team together with just one sentence. It didn’t stop them from giving him a hard time about being so…intense.

“Why so serious, Nines?” A teammate joked in the tone of a famous clown villain. A couple of the guys snickered, their voices hushing as soon as a sliver of silver flashed in their direction. Luther was quick to defend his childhood friend.

“Nines is a babe magnet because he’s so mysterious,” Luther responded and gently socked Cain’s arm. “Aren’t I right?”

Cain shrugged. “I would not have noticed.”

“You’d have to be blind to not see the flock of chicks—“

“Luther,” a voice, as soothing as a lullaby called to the tallest of the group. A sweet faced girl with a brown ponytail approached the table, flanked by an entourage in matching cheerleading uniforms. One outfit stood out from the sea of cheer skirts, a plain white shirt and blue track shorts.

“Kara…baby,” Luther greeted his girlfriend, immediately pulling her into his arms.

“You won’t believe it. My old childhood friend moved back into the city!” Kara exclaimed and managed to untangle herself from Luther to introduce you to the team. Cain’s eyes landed on you first, panning down your track uniform, his eyes widening in recognition.

Your eager to please and sweet demeanor with the other guys quickly turned into an arrogant hip sway, your arms crossing over your bosom. “Hey, Cain.”

“Shit, you guys know each other?” One of the guys asked.

“Oh, we go way back,” you chuckled.

Years ago, there was a woman Cain once loved. He remembered her being beautiful, the way her skin glowed radiantly in the sun. Her voice was gentle where his father’s was thunderous, shaking the room with his laughter. Whenever Cain tripped and fell, she was there, the scent of roses wafting over him and hugging him in the tightest embrace.

“I love you, Cain. You’re so brave,” she would say.

He heard the same line when he was but a lost little boy in a fluorescent lit room, the walls a dim and faded beige. Machines he didn’t understand beeped, their tubing and wiring plugged into his mother. His father’s hand, big enough to engulf his entire shoulder, was not enough to unfurl the darkness swallowing his mind. He never heard Hank cry before, his father collapsing in tears when the machines went quiet.

She was buried in her favorite flower, rose petals fluttering around Cain as he watched her disappear into the Earth. To say that his mother’s death marked him would be an understatement. She affectionally described him as a cheerful boy, one who climbed rocks he shouldn’t and laughed with friends on the playground. He was seven when she passed, old enough to have felt the warmth of her love and the fury of her discipline. Once, he did more than incur her wrath by jumping out of a tree. Tears streamed down her face while she inspected his legs and he promised her he’d never try it again.

On their last night back from the hospital, Hank tried to make her famous ‘breakfast for dinner’ treat. Cain silently observed his father stumbling around a kitchen he wasn’t familiar with. Hank was surrounded by a sea of dirty mixing bowls, flour all over the counters and a plume of smoke that would have triggered the smoke alarm if not for the powerful hood vent running on max. His large hand pushed away the magazines on the dining table, making room for two plates. Laid out before Cain was a pile of overcooked eggs and pancakes so burnt no amount of maple syrup would save it.

“I’m sorry my boy, I’ll get it right one day.” Hank said in defeat.

Cain’s teachers would say that his parents saw their child through rose tinted glasses, that he wasn’t a bubbly boy that frolicked around the playground. They would say he had always been an old soul trapped in a little boy’s body. He was inquisitive, observant, and patient, the last to race to the birthday cake table. The kind of kid who didn’t turn his head whenever someone entered a room.

Cain was the boy who turned heads.

He dug his fork into a blackened pancake, smiling up at his distraught father. “It’s okay dad, come sit and eat.”

Hank mourned in his own way with the occasional glass of whiskey after work and quiet contemplation in his favorite recliner. When the home was dark, save for the dim light of a television, his son could hear him crying when Hank thought he’d gone to bed. Cain took on a different method and buried himself in his studies, ironing out his focus to avoid the prickly trellises of sadness that plagued the Anderson home. He promised his mother that he’d be good, his young mind assuming she meant schoolwork and achievements. 

Her exact words were a little different, taking a softer tone than what he remembered. “Love, Cain. Love is what gives me and your father strength, it’s what will make you strong. Promise me you’ll be good and watch after him?”

He nodded, a small hand reaching out to cup her ashen face, “Yes momma.”

Hank worried about his son as the years went on, saw the signs of a boy shrinking into his own shadow and did what a good parent would do: sign him up for a scouting program. Besides, what preteen wouldn’t enjoy being away from his studies to enjoy some tranquil nature and all the bug bites in the world? Ironically, Cain was nose deep in a book when Hank shared the good news.

“Why do I have to join the scouts?”

“You need adventure! Some fresh air, roasted marshmallows and friends to tell ghost stories with,” Hank explained.

It’s how he met you.

Midsummer was a popular time for scouts to go camping. Daylight lasted for what felt like forever and school was out so all of the kids were in good spirits. All of them except Cain, who was glaring up at a white pine. The needles of the tree rained down on him as the branches shook. He took one step to the right when a pinecone came rustling straight down for his head. Your name left his lips in the most annoyed tone, as if you were wasting his precious camping minutes with more of your little games.

“Bet you can’t climb higher than me,” you badgered him from high above.

He caught sight of you in between the earthy browns and greens, your clothes blending into the foliage. This game you’ve both started out of spite was getting ridiculous. At the beginning of camp, there was a potato bag race where it came down to you versus him and you crossed the finish line first. What began as playful and very poor sportsmanship teasing on your part had spiraled into the most childish game of ‘anything you can do, I can do better.’

Cain should have been above it.

So when you teased him and he won the next challenge, a match was lit. Some of the other kids really caught onto it, rooting for you or him. The wins and losses see-sawing between you until the difficulty had upped itself and you were now perched in a tree.

“You should get down from there before you get in trouble,” he said.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared, Cain.”

He scanned the other branches below your foot and noticed your footing was a bit off, unsure. You had climbed too high up to get back down easily.

“You’re stuck,” he said with a smirk.

“I am not!”

“Did you call me here because you need help?”

“No!” You scoffed and childishly stuck your tongue out at him. 

He ran a hand through his dark locks, pulling his curl out of his eyes while watching your foot timidly reach for another branch and failing. You were a cat stuck in a tree and he did not have the heart of a firefighter. He could help you, for a price.

“Admit I’m better and I will help you, or I leave and a camp counselor will find you,” he offered.

You couldn’t risk the wrath of your parents should they get a call about your wild antics but you had too much pride to listen to him. The world stilled when he watched you shift, one foot committing to dropping down a branch. Your descent wasn’t particularly graceful or impressive but your determination made it impossible for him to tear his eyes off of you. There was a ferocity in your eyes, an intensity that he’d only seen in his reflection. A knot twisted in his chest, a neglected piece of him longing for the company of a kindred spirit. It was easy to ignore when this was but a game and there could only be one winner.

He was only human and barely on his way to being a grown man, so if there was any woodland magic or destiny at work, then the universe would give him the push he needed. Pine needles drifted all around him when you hopped off the last branch, your balance unsteady as you tumbled forward into him. You were so small compared to him, your fingers barely wrapping around a fraction of his arm while looking up at him with wide eyes.

Normally, Cain exuded an aura that made other kids too afraid to approach his bubble. The competition broke through those barriers since you weren’t afraid to play dirty, sometimes grabbing his arm or elbowing him to get to the goal. The longer camp went on, the more familiar he was with your touch. He wasn’t phased with you pressed so close to him, all warm and soft against his hard and lean frame but when the scent of roses wafted from your hair, he froze.

You sounded flustered, his ears catching the tail-end of your mumbled apology before you tore yourself off of him. The warmth from your hand prickled his skin as the heat faded. When met with silence, you made a small stink about how this point didn’t count because he didn’t participate and left him alone in the company of his thoughts. Cain heard nothing, your voice muffled by the raging pounding in his ears. He began mindlessly stroking the now cold spot on his arm while he waited for the world to move again, for the bird songs to shake some sense into him. 

Roses. Why did it have to be roses?

The game really should have ended when you were almost stuck in a tree, but it was a little too late to think about that now that you’ve both managed to scale a cliff that neither of you should have been at.

“Are you satisfied?” He asked while calculating the steep climb down.

“With a tie? Never.”

He smirked. You were the first to the top but there was no winner until either one of you managed to get down first. When you started your attempt, he was already halfway down so you took the riskier path, your feet slipping as loose gravel rolled away from you. His hand barely made it in time to catch yours as you fell, your body colliding into his, again.

You cursed into his ear and he had a snide remark at the tip of his tongue until he heard you whimper. Tears beaded at the corners of your eyes, your expression twisted in pain. You were clutching your ankle, the muscle likely twisted. Strong arms wrapped around you, lifting you off your feet and cradling you against his chest.

“I’m okay, Cain. Let me go!” You said through clenched teeth, your hands pushing against the cage of his arms.

“Stop moving,” he demanded, cold eyes glaring down at you. “You’re going to make things worse thrashing around.”

Before you could sock his chest, he leaped down what was now a short drop. Upon landing, he assessed the damage by gingerly raising your injured leg into the light. You knew in your gut that you wouldn’t be able to make the three mile hike back to camp. Cain saw it too and suddenly, winning was the least of his concern.

“Let me take you back to camp,” he insisted.

“I refuse to be carried like some princess. I can walk,” you insisted, despite literally hissing the words through your teeth, the pain in your ankle spiking into your calf.

You squirmed like a cat trying to wriggle away from a vet, wincing when your injured ankle caught his meaty bicep. His arms were stronger than welded iron and it was a hopeless endeavor wrapping your head around how a preteen could be so strong. Cain’s patience with you was wearing thin so he offered what he knew your ego couldn’t resist.

“You win. Now will you listen to reason?” He scolded.

“Fine.”

“Good. I expect you to behave because it’s a long walk, princess,” he added with a cocksure grin.

You couldn’t tell what was worse: the now searing hot pain or having to stare at his smug face a mere inches from yours for three damn miles. It was the longest walk for him as well with the heat of your skin sticking to his arms, your head on his thumping chest and the intoxicating smell of your floral shampoo.

When the summer of roasted marshmallows, ghost stories and a sky full of twinkling stars came to an end, Cain was relieved he’d never have to see you again. You didn’t live near him or attend his schools, he would finally be freed from your company and little games. As hard as he tried to forget you, your face haunted him with visions of a hunter perched in a tree, fierce and breathtaking. Luckily for him, he’d need not rely on faded memories as you’d reappear like a weed in his perfectly groomed garden.

You transferred to his high school because your parents moved to Detroit for work. Of all the places in Detroit that your family could have chosen, it had to be next door to him and Hank was more than delighted to meet his new neighbors. By simply existing, you managed to get under Cain’s skin, a pretty distraction running circles around him in the shortest track shorts while he worked on football drills. Your after school schedule lined up with his, your presence inescapable for every pizza night with his and Kara’s crew.

The pizza joint was every teenager’s favorite spot for cheap, fatty carbohydrates and an excuse to not go home to nagging parents after school. Checkered white and black tiles covered the floor, the tables were plastic and beige, the seats were red pleather stools that squeaked whenever someone spun around in them. A few dart boards lined the walls in one corner along with some arcades games for a blast from the past. The endless pop music from a digital jukebox was as cheesy as the pizzas, which were now cold and mostly devoured by the group.

Naturally, the new girl label made you very interesting to the single fellas on the football team. You were never sure of it, but it always felt like a pair of eyes were burning a hole into the back of your head whenever someone draped an arm over your shoulder.

“I don’t understand him,” you said to one of the cheer girls, Echo. “Cain glares at me all day like he wants something from me and when I try to talk to him, I get the cold shoulder!”

Echo, who’s blue hair was currently draped all over her girlfriend’s shoulder shrugged back at you. Of the entire cheer team, only two girls weren’t head over heels with Cain, or Nines as his bros called him. One of them was Kara, who was happily paired with Luther and then there was Echo, who had a natural immunity to Cain’s mysterious draw by not being into guys.

“I tried asking Kara, who asked Luther and the big guy would not budge,” Echo explained. “It’s gotta be something juicy if it’s protected by a bro code.”

“Did you piss him off?” Ripple, the girl who’s shoulder Echo was resting on chimed in.

“In middle school, I may have started a really dumb competition with him and I won…kind of,” you shared. “He wouldn’t have a chip on his shoulder from that right? I mean, we were kids.”

“Cain’s a puzzle no one can solve,” Echo said.

The puzzle was not as complicated as you may have imagined. Cain intended to become a valedictorian and leave Detroit for an Ivy League of his choice. He hated every interaction with you, especially how you said his name. Of course, in your mind it was a casual greeting, a flat and boring, “Hey Cain.”

But to him, it was stronger than a siren’s call, your lips twisting it and coaxing him with your alluring voice. His mind spiraled around your presence and he could not afford new distractions this school year, not when he was close to the finish line. Even a game of darts at the pizza joint wasn’t safe for him. You landed a number of bullseyes and ended with the same score as his, your eyes full of fire when you winked at him.

“Think you have the energy for another round?” You asked him. He knew what you were doing and he wasn’t going to fall for the bait.

“I could do this all night, but I have better things to do,” he answered.

Your interactions were slim across the duration of your senior year, the occasional conversation couldn’t always be avoided, but he gave you a wide berth like you were radioactive. Everything changed when he needed your help.

You laughed in his face at his request, your hand slamming your locker door shut. “No, no. Let me get this straight, you’ve been avoiding me all year and you want me to be your prom date?”

You had a few prospects, some guys on the football team had asked and oddly enough, Leo Manfred from your history class was interested. The wannabe artist murmuring something sleazy about hoping to see what type of gal you might be on prom night.

“I am expected to make an appearance and you do not have a date,” he vaguely answered.

“The great Cain, reduced to bending at the slightest peer pressure,” you teased. “So…this would be purely transactional? You know I have other people asking—“

“Do you really want to go with them?” He asked, his arms crossing over his jersey. 

God, it was hard arguing with a guy who’s shirt was fighting for it’s life to remain in one piece. You let out a sigh, dragging your fingers over your face for dramatic effect. His head craned to one side as he leaned on your locker and to anyone else, it would look like the football captain had found someone worthy to woo, not goad into becoming a frenemy date for prom. He had a point. You didn’t want to lead any of his friends on and you certainly didn’t want to go with Leo.

“Okay, you’ll pick me up at 6. My dress is red, so make sure my corsage and your tie matches.”

“Your wish is my command,” he replied dryly with a slight lift to the corner of his lips.

Hank was elated. Apparently, your parents shared a great number of stories about you and your camp days with Cain so he knew all about you. In fact, Hank was so thrilled for his son, that he let him borrow his Range Rover that mostly idled in the garage. As expected, Cain was a timely date, conversational even as he tried his best to contain his eyesight from wandering over your red gown. Which was difficult when it hugged your curves, the thigh slit running down your legs tantalizingly.

Prom wasn’t in some smelly gym with cheap decorations, the school had gone all out from the proceeds raised by the football games and rented a domed galleria with the night sky twinkling over the dance floor. Bowls full of punch swirled as guests filled their cups. There was a long queue for the photo booth, groups of people cramming to fit their friends in one small square. Teenage bodies swayed off beat to the music on the dance floor with adult chaperones and shy wallflowers lingering at the edge in seats.

As it turned out, the whole charade of being Cain’s date was so Luther would have his best friend around for his last high school dance. Which was an unexpectedly sweet gesture from Cain trying to appease his approachable other half. He survived the onslaught of photos with you and your friends and the jaw dropping looks of disbelief on people’s faces when he walked around with you in his arms. He endured Kara’s light hearted teasing and gushing over your matching outfits with your red dress and his all black attire and red tie. It was worse when he saw Luther’s proud smile, the larger man embracing him with too much enthusiasm and murmuring something quietly in his ear that made his face tint red. All of that was expected as far as prom cliches went, but Cain wasn’t prepared for the slow dance portion.

You were standing around bored with the rest of prom still raging on and the stuffiest date until the music changed. With a gasp you cried out to him, “This is one of my favorite songs! You wanna dance?”

The look he gave you said he could not be seen debasing himself in such a way. You spun away from him with a shake of your shoulders, a twist in your hips and the smell of roses in the air. His feet shot out ahead of him, following you before he realized he was moving. Once on the dance floor, you cautiously approached him, your arms draping around his neck. He lightly held onto your waist as if any more contact would burn him. In a moment of rare shyness, you smiled at him, his gaze lingering on the red shimmer of your lips before trying to stare at anything else in the room that wasn’t you.

There wasn’t much that he could do about your chest pressed flat against his or your head that rested on him, his heart pounding faster than the slow melody. Every nerve in his body that touched your skin was screaming, his hands unconsciously slipping from your waist to your back. When you sighed and eased into his arms, he finally relaxed. For once, it was a calm quiet between you. No tension, just a pair of heartbeats thumping to a love song that neither of you really understood. There was no game to be won, no points to be scored and he had never felt more aimless spinning around a dance floor. If love was a game of chicken, then neither of you would ever be the first to fold.

So when you realized you were both headed to Harvard, Hank and your parents had the brilliant idea of the two of you carpooling your belongings to the new campus. It wasn’t just you who was headed in that direction, Kara and Luther both got in as well. You tried getting out of it by asking Kara what her plans were.

“Sorry, I already promised Luther we’d make a fun little road trip out of it,” she replied, clearly holding back the emphasis on the fun part. You immediately protested, already dreading the incredibly long journey.

“It’s going to take a few days if we take breaks! I’ll be trapped in a metal box with him for hours, and probably share the same crappy motel room…”

“You and Cain are going to be fine.” She grinned at you with a twinkle of a secret in her eyes.

Resigned to your fate, you filled a car to the brim with yours and Cain’s stuff (he had a quarter of what you had) and agreed on taking shifts driving. With the playlist selected, the climate set to ideal preferences, you laid your head back and shut your eyes.

“Wake me up when it’s my turn,” you said.

“As you wish,” he replied sarcastically.

He futzed with the radio, skipping one of your cheerier pop tunes and the next…and the next. You could feel his judgement as he sighed and settled back into his seat. 

This was going to be a very tough drive.

#my writing #detroit become human #dbh fanfic #reader insert #dbh nines #rk900 #dbh nines x reader #nines x reader #rk900 x reader #the boy next door

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Lookism characters as messages pt. III group chat edition

What went down in Big Deal’s group chat during their golden age:

Jake’s wrong sent message in the group chat:

Vasco has an important question, and Jace is done:

The architect dept have an upcoming test, so Jace sent a reminder. Jace to jace: “Why is Mary here?”

Extras:

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I went to put a flower crown on Samuel’s head because I was wearing a flower crown during prom night. I wasn’t going to, but I found it kinda funny. I tried to match the cutouts I put on top of everyone’s faces based on their original facial expression in the photo. Anyways, this shit fun.

#lookism #lookism x reader #manwha #samuel seo #jake kim #x reader #vasco lookism #jerry kwon #lineman #hostel A uncles #kim gimyung #mary kim #seo seongun #sinu han #samuel seo x reader #jake kim x reader #jace park