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#why does this man look like he smells like hot cheeto dust
wherevermyway · 3 years
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you taste flamin’ hot | hyunsung | smut
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pairing: han jisung x hwang hyunjin rating: explicit | 18+ warnings: explicit sexual content, awkward sexual situations, alcohol, public sex, food kink, deradation, watersports, dacryphilia. word count: 6,346 also on AO3!
originally published: 12 october 2020
Hyunjin and Jisung have no idea why they're roommates, or even friends. They're the polar opposite of each other: Hyunjin was well-pampered and high class, his platinum blond hair always well maintained, he was always draped in nice, bright, tasteful designer clothing; Jisung, however, was the exact opposite. Jisung would buy the cheapest, darkest shade of boxed black hair dye and hastily slather his hair in it, missing big patches and splattering viscous ink everywhere. He only wore black, sometimes with red accents, and would cake on eyeliner like there was no tomorrow.
Hyunjin was neat, well kept and groomed, and was a picky eater. Jisung was a sloppy mess, and practically lived off of iced americanos and spicy Cheetos. Hyunjin was a quiet, reserved drunk. Jisung was a sloppy, flirty drunk.
When they get drunk at a party one night, they finally realize that they were friends for one glaringly obvious reason: they were both incredibly sexually compatible, and Hyunjin finally had a good excuse to get messy.
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disclaimer: any reference to persons in this work of fiction are purely coincidental. the characters referenced from Stray Kids are interpretations loosely based on their personalities in the group and do not represent the real people behind the personas. if this, or any of the content included in the warnings above make you uncomfortable, please stop reading now.
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Crunching. That was the only thing that Hyunjin could hear as the younger man in his lap snacked on those toxic waste-like Cheetos that Jisung loved so much. They smelled briny and, not surprisingly, like they were laden with salt. Hyunjin could never understand why Jisung liked those stupid, messy, disgusting snacks so much. There was no nutritional value to them, they were overpowering, and they got absolutely fucking everywhere.
The residual red flakes from the spicy Cheetos bag stood out like a bright red highlighter on Jisung’s fingers. It didn’t bother the younger man, but it bothered Hyunjin. “Would you please go clean your disgusting fingers? Stop getting all of that shit on me.” He stared down at the bright, neon red dust and scowled.
Jisung cocked his head to the side, looking up to his senior in confusion, before he looked down to his own fingertips. “Ah, whoops,” he muttered before sticking his fingers in his mouth, rolling them around before grating the residual coating off of them with his teeth. “My bad, dude.” He immediately went back to scrolling and swiping around inanely on his phone, leaving oily, smudgy streaks on the screen.
Hyunjin groans, rolling his head into the back of the couch. “No,” he mutters, reaching down to Jisung’s phone, plucking it from his fingers and taking it away from him. “I mean, go actually wash your nasty fingers.”
“No,” Jisung mumbles, reaching up to grab his phone from Hyunjin, rolling his head in the lap of his senior. “I’ll do it later. It’s just not important now. I’m in the middle of my manga.”
Hyunjin rolls his eyes and groans. “You’re disgusting,” he says a bit louder than he intended.
“So what?” Jisung mockingly groans back, pressing the back of his head into the thigh of his senior.
“You’re disgusting,” Hyunjin repeated with emphasis, rolling his head back. “I don’t know how someone like you, so outwardly concerned about your cool guy aesthetic, is fine with being so gross.”
Jisung rolls his head back a bit, looking up to his senior. “It’s not hurting anyone, is it? Then what does it matter? Besides, I’m not that gross.”
Hyunjin sighs, sticking his hand underneath Jisung’s back and lifting him off of his lap. “Fuck you,” he grumbles as he stands up, brushing neon red crumbs off of his nice clothing. “I’m gonna have to get this shit dry-cleaned. I should make you pay for it.”
“Make me.” Jisung flopped back down on the couch, right back to the warm spot was from where Hyunjin was sitting. Without skipping a beat, he went right back to scrolling through his phone. “You wouldn’t have signed the lease with me if you were really that disgusted by me, and you know that.”
A frustrated groan erupts from the blond as he spins on his heel and storms off into his room, slamming the door behind him. He knew that Jisung was right, but he would rather walk on hot coals than admit that.
“Are you ready yet?” Jisung shouts into Hyunjin’s door. “You prissy bitch, I know you look fine. Stop fussing over your stupid hair and let’s go. I don’t wanna be late for the party.”
Hyunjin’s door flies open, and he scowls down at the black-haired man in front of him. “Like you’ve never spent hours in front of the mirror, trying to perfect your stupid eyeliner and get your bad boy look down. Sue me for wanting to look good.” He unironically flips his shoulder-length blond hair, almost as if he was punctuating his statement with sass. “Everyone’s going to be looking at me, anyways.”
The pair was an interesting duality. Jisung only wore black, would wear thick layers of eyeliner, and dyed his dark brunette hair deliberately darker: the cheapest, darkest box of black dye he could find. Hyunjin was the exact opposite: he wore only designer brands in bright colours alongside shades of cream and off-white. His hair was platinum blonde, well maintained with his monthly appointments, and had weekly manicures and facial appointments.
How the two of them got along as friends was beyond them. They shared virtually no similar interests, they butted heads all the time, and they were constantly yelling insults at each other. The thought of their sexual compatibility did cross Hyunjin’s mind several times, though. Especially on the nights when they would go out and party together. Jisung was a touchy-feely drunk, loud and experimental, and Hyunjin was quiet, loving all of the attention he got from him for it. They would recklessly flirt when they got drunk, but nothing ever came from it, because they still managed to be awkward cowards, even while hammered.
“Shall we?” Hyunjin sarcastically coos as he lightly shoves Jisung’s shoulder, pushing him out of the way.
//
The party, not surprisingly, was uneventful. Jisung forgot to eat something between the Cheetos incident and the start of the party, so he got drunk really quickly. About two hours in, he started doing body shots off of a couple of decent-looking guys, Felix and Chan. Hyunjin sipped on his vodka soda in the corner, enjoying his light buzz as he watched his friend be the sloppy drunk he always was.
“Jinnie!” The black-haired man called out to him, waving him over to the kitchen table he was sitting on. “C’mere, c’mere!”
Hyunjin rolled his eyes and slowly made his way over to Jisung. “What?”
Jisung hastily grabs the empty shot glass from earlier and the bottle of vodka next to him. He lays on his back, balancing it on his sternum as he tries to open the bottle without knocking it off of him.
“What are you doing?”
“I want you to take a shot off of me,” Jisung frowns up at the man as the glass falls and he attempts to stand it up one more time.
“You’re an idiot.” Hyunjin snaps at him, grabbing the bottle from Jisung. The younger man pouts, until Hyunjin grabs the glass off of him, placing it down on the table. He pulls up Jisung’s skin-tight black shirt enough to reveal his abdomen, causing the black-haired man to gasp and flush. “You take a real body shot off of skin.” Hyunjin unscrews the cap off of the bottle of vodka, then pours some of the liquid into Jisung’s belly button.
“That’s cold!” Jisung cries out, his abdomen flexing in response.
“Suck it up.” Hyunjin doesn’t say anything else as he leans down, feeling the warm heat radiating off of Jisung’s skin as he’s maybe a couple of centimetres away from his flesh. He flits his eyes up, making eye contact with a very confused Jisung. Hyunjin bites back a smirk, deliberately not breaking eye contact as he brings his lips to the rapidly warming liquid on the soft skin beneath him. He sucks up the liquid, wincing as the cheap vodka burns his throat as it goes down.
The look on Jisung’s face is priceless, but it’s made better as Hyunjin sticks out his tongue, rolling the tip of it around the bottom of Jisung’s navel, then around all of where the vodka touched his abdomen. “Oh my god,” Jisung drawls out the last syllable as he rolls his head back, letting it collide on the table with a soft thud. Hyunjin smirks to himself, knowing that was a good reaction he just got out of the younger man.
“That’s how you do a body shot.” The smirk on Hyunjin’s face causes a confused look to pass across Jisung’s face. Hyunjin knew he was finally going to fuck the life out of him tonight, and he was beside himself with excitement, thinking of making the man cry as he choked on his dick.
“We should go home,” Jisung breathes out, his chest rapidly rising and falling.
“Party’s just started.” Hyunjin smirks and takes a long swig of vodka directly from the bottle. Looks like his plan was paying off. “You sure you wanna abandon all of your friends so early in the night?”
Jisung sits up, wobbling a bit. He takes a second to reorient himself, then looks up at Hyunjin with a serious look in his eyes. “They’ll be fine. That’s not what I care about.”
“What do you want?”
“After that body shot?” Jisung bites his lip back and looks away for a moment, before looking back up to meet Hyunjin’s eyes. “You.”
//
“I like the way those chains slap against your ass, Sungie.” Hyunjin says, eyes trained on the back of the smaller man in front of him, entranced by the way the flimsy metal danced around his waist.
Jisung spun around and pouted at Hyunjin. “Stop looking at me like a piece of meat, Jin.” He attempts to walk backwards, but isn’t quite coordinated to pull it off drunkenly in knee-high platform boots. Jisung’s foot catches the sidewalk awkwardly, and he throws his hands in the air, waving them around to balance himself.
Hyunjin takes a long step forward, moving in to catch Jisung before he was able to tumble to the ground. The two of them make uncomfortable eye contact, and stare at each other for a beat too long. Hyunjin, without any tact, slips his hand down from the small of Jisung’s back, sliding his hand down under the chains draped from his hips, and grabs a fistful of the younger man’s ass.
Jisung lets out a whiny gasp as the firm hand makes contact with him. “Hyunjin,” he whispers in a panic, “we’re in public, what are you doing?”
“Letting people know what’s gonna be mine tonight.” The blond smirks, helping the younger man stand up. “C’mon, let’s go to GS25. I have an idea.”
Jisung’s face is a deep shade of crimson as his senior lets go of his waist and walks off without him.
//
The two men walk through GS25, and Jisung is about to dart off to grab a bottled americano from the cooler, but Hyunjin grabs his hand and yanks him towards the back. “What are you doing?”
“My parents own this one. It’s fine.” Hyunjin quips, still not answering Jisung’s question. He pauses in front of the staff washroom door for just a moment. “Wait here.”
“What? Why?” Jisung pleads, but Hyunjin darts off into a back room for just a moment. Jisung fiddles with his hands while he waits, clearly looking nervous as he waits for Hyunjin to come back.
Hyunjin comes back out of the door, holding a key between his fingers. He says nothing, just slides the key in the lock, opening the door and pulling Jisung in by the wrist. “Be quiet. My parents may own this place,” he locks the door behind him, then pins Jisung up against the wall, “but I don’t wanna get in legal trouble. Because I’m gonna wreck your fucking night and make a mess out of you, embarrass you so badly as we walk home. You cool with that?”
Jisung sputters incoherently, then nods his head nervously.
“No,” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, “use your words. I need to know you’re fine with the shit I’m about to do to you. I know you’re not into vanilla shit after that stint you had with Seungmin.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Jisung grips at Hyunjin’s hips and he pleads with wide eyes.
“Good. Colours?”
“Yeah.”
“Good, because I wanna make you fucking cry.” Hyunjin presses his lips against his junior’s, jamming his tongue in between his parted lips. Jisung ruts his hips against Hyunjin’s, aimlessly letting his hands wander up against his cream coloured, silken shirt. The blond reaches down to his belt, undoing it and unzipping his pants. “Get on your knees.”
Jisung does as he’s told, bringing his face up close to Hyunjin’s crotch.
“I’m not gonna hold back unless you tell me to stop. Slap my wrist or my hips if it’s too much.”
Again, Jisung nods, which earns a glare from his senior. “Yeah, sure, I will.”
“Good boy.” Hyunjin coos, then pulls his cock out of his pants. He takes Jisung’s jaw into one of his hands. “Open.” Once Jisung’s opened his mouth, Hyunjin aims his cock into the younger man’s mouth, allowing him to run is tongue over him, warming up to the taste and the sensation of him.
It only lasts for a minute. Hyunjin roughly positions Jisung’s jaw right where he wants him, then takes his hand and slides it to the back of his head, gripping his hair tightly between his fingers. He slowly pushes his hips in, until he’s completely inside of Jisung’s mouth, rubbing up against the back of his throat.
Jisung’s eyes widen in panic for a moment, but then his eyelids flutter in excitement. Hyunjin takes this as an invitation to continue, pulling back and preparing himself to fuck his junior’s face like nothing more than a sex toy. “I’m not gonna stop until you cry.” Hyunjin says, then thrusts harshly into Jisung’s throat.
The younger man lets out a stifled moan, surprised as to how much Hyunjin filled his mouth. He reaches his hands up to Hyunjin’s hips and saliva comes sputtering up from his mouth as Hyunjin relentlessly continues to aggressively pound the back of his throat. It felt so good, but it hurt and he felt the tears welling up in his eyes.
“Gonna ruin that pretty face of yours,” Hyunjin pants, tugging on Jisung’s black hair a bit harder, with purpose. “Look at you, getting your face fucked in a disgusting public bathroom. I bet you love this kind of shit with how nasty you are, don’t you?”
Jisung lets out a choked affirmation, and starts to feel the tears spill from his eyes. He was secretly thankful they both had a little too much to drink, because his gag reflex had completely disappeared. He looked up at Hyunjin, meeting his eyes for just a moment before he closes them. Hyunjin grips his hair even tighter and thrusts more aggressively.
The tears start pouring, now. They weren’t tears of sadness or pain, they were tears of pure enjoyment. Jisung loved to be used like this, to be rendered as nothing more than a way to please someone. The way that Hyunjin’s cock felt in his mouth was enough to make him uncomfortably hard.
Hyunjin suddenly pulls out, relinquishing Jisung’s hair from his hands. “Don’t touch your face,” he pants out, then slips his dick back into his pants.
Jisung blinks rapidly, his moment ruined. “What? You’re not gonna come?”
“That’s for later.” Hyunjin pulls out his phone and aims it at Jisung. “Gimme a slutty face, I want a photo so I can show you how pathetic you look, and just for personal reference later.”
“Okay,” Jisung bats his eyelashes and offers a peace sign with his fingers, opening his mouth wide and sticking his tongue out.
“Beautiful, I love it.” Hyunjin stares longingly at his phone for a moment, before turning it to face Jisung. He captures a glimpse of the photo, his perfectly applied eyeliner now ruined, streaking down his face haphazardly and completely fucked up. Jisung subconsciously goes to wipe his face, but Hyunjin swats his hands away.
“Stay like that until we get home.” His voice is cold, calculated. “Don’t rub it off or try to make yourself pretty, my disgusting little Sungie. I want the strangers we walk by to know how much of a dirty slut you are for me.”
They take a moment to compose themselves, then walk through the GS25. Hyunjin doesn’t bother with returning the key, just leaving it in the door. He grabbed Jisung’s hand, interlacing his fingers together. “You sure you’re alright with this?”
“I’ve done worse,” Jisung quips. “This might be the most obvious ‘my-throat-just-got-fucked’ look I’ve ever had, though.”
Hyunjin laughs, leading him to the cooler. “Grab your stupid americano. I’m gonna grab something for us while we’re here.”
Jisung cocks his head as Hyunjin walks over towards the bagged snacks, but doesn’t question it. He doesn’t question it until he’s got his americano in hand and they are at the counter together, and Hyunjin tosses a bag of spicy Cheetos onto the counter. Jisung looks wildly at Hyunjin as the clerk gives them both a horrified look.
“What?” Hyunjin says to both of them. “Boyfriend had a rough day, just making it better.”
//
They get home maybe ten minutes later, earning some choice looks from passersby on the street as they walked down the sidewalk, Hyunjin’s hand down Jisung’s tight back pocket. He was wearing women’s pants, he figured, with the way they hugged his hips and his ass, and he loved it.
Hyunjin unlocks the door, letting Jisung walk through first. Jisung spins on his heel in confusion, but Hyunjin just tosses the bag of Cheetos to the younger man, then bends down to untie the intricate weaving of Jisung’s knee-high boots. “Shut up and eat them. Get that stupid red shit all over your fingers.”
Jisung’s eyes nearly pop out of his head, and he makes some sort of unintelligible noise.
“Shut up and eat your toxic waste-looking shit.” Hyunjin doesn’t bother looking up as he undoes the lacing in the first platform shoe, then moves to the next one. Jisung opens the bag, shaking his head in disbelief. He wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity for a post-drink snack, especially if it was his favourite thing and if it wasn’t going to bother Hyunjin.
Hyunjin holds the boots down, and looks up at Jisung. “Get out of these.” Jisung steps out, as requested, and Hyunjin tosses the shoes carelessly to the side before undoing his shoes. “I can’t believe you actually walked around in public with makeup streaked down your face.” He scoffs, sliding his shoes off and neatly tucking them onto the rack by the entrance. He stands fully upright and gets directly in front of Jisung, centimetres away from his face, pushing him up against the wall next to the kitchen. “You really liked it, didn’t you?”
Jisung nods twice, a single Cheeto halfway in his mouth as he stares up in confusion at Hyunjin. “I didn’t tell you to stop eating.” Hyunjin gently pushes the snack into his mouth, as daintily as possible, with a single finger. He scowls at the residual dust on his finger, then grabs a fistful of the briny, neon red sticks from the bag. “Open.” He commands, and Jisung obeys.
Hyunjin takes his free hand and tilts Jisung’s chin up, then firmly grips his jaw and holds his mouth open. He drops a few of the snacks into his mouth, letting the younger man chew them and swallow, looking up at Hyunjin with big, pleading eyes. Jisung opens his mouth again, and Hyunjin deposits the last of the snacks into Jisung’s mouth.
Hyunjin snatches the bag from Jisung, putting it down on the kitchen counter, then grabs the bottle of coffee. “Don’t clean your fingers off yet. I want you to get that shit everywhere in a minute.” He says, passing the drink to his junior, who accepts it, opening it and taking a few hasty swallows. Jisung is barely able to take his lips off of the bottle before Hyunjin is pressing his lips up against him.
Jisung practically chokes on the americano, some of the drink leaking from his lips, sputtering on to Hyunjin’s face as he barely swallows most of the cold liquid. More spills as Hyunjin assertively jams his tongue into Jisung’s mouth, spilling down his chin, spilling down Hyunjin’s chin. They were making an absolute mess out of each other and it was so wrong, but it strangely felt incredible to ruin each other.
The two of them continue to kiss for a few moments, then Hyunjin pulls away, looking down at his hand. “You know,” he says, “you’re awfully messy, huh?”
Jisung bites his lip, nodding his head in excitement. “What are you gonna do about it?”
“I’m gonna make it worse.” Hyunjin quips, leaning into Jisung’s face. He takes his tongue and drags it up the side of his junior’s cheek, repeating this a couple of times, then he takes his reddened, crusty hand and pushes it into Jisung’s cheek. He leaves a red, greasy mess tangled up in the streaks of black eyeliner on Jisung’s face.
“You look so filthy.” Hyunjin’s voice is breathy and layered with excitement as he stares down at Jisung with wide eyes. “I’m gonna take a photo of this, too.” He reaches back into his pocket, hastily snapping a couple of photos without even bothering to show Jisung. “Come on,” he pushes his phone into his back pocket “Let’s get cleaned up.”
Hyunjin steps back, letting Jisung peel himself off of the wall. Jisung takes a couple of steps forward, before he’s stopped by Hyunjin taking a fistful of his hair and pulling him along as they walk towards the washroom. “Ow!” Jisung sharply whines. “Why are you dragging me?”
“You want me to stop?” Hyunjin asks insincerely, continuing to lead the two of them along. “Didn’t hear you tell me a colour.”
Jisung whimpers. “No, I don’t want you to stop, it just surprised me.”
Hyunjin chuckles once as they approach the washroom. He flips the light on, then shoves Jisung in, pushing him into the wall with force. He crashes his lips against his junior, the nauseating taste of coffee, spicy Cheetos, and a little bit of vodka overwhelming his senses. It should distract him, make him not want to kiss Jisung at all, but it strangely drew him in, like a moth to flame.
They continue to roll their tongues around each others’ mouths, as Hyunjin works on getting them undressed. He unbuttons his nice, silky shirt, then tosses it to the side. Jisung unbuttons his pants, chains clattering as his pants and briefs collide to the ground. Hyunjin grabs the hem of the bottom of Jisung’s shirt, hastily pulling it up over his head and discarding it somewhere past his shoulder.
“Get me off,” Hyunjin demands, grabbing Jisung’s hands and bringing them to the button of his pants. “I’m gonna come all over that pretty face of yours. You’ll look so pretty with white, black, and red all over you.”
Jisung fumbles a bit with the button of Hyunjin’s pants, too distracted by the promise his senior made. He eventually undoes the button, pulling the zipper down, then helping Hyunjin shimmy out of his pants. Once they were both fully disrobed, Hyunjin grabbed Jisung by the hair and pushed him down.
“On your knees, where you belong.” His voice is stern, but also dripping in anticipation. “It’s probably not gonna take long with that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around me.” Jisung opened his mouth, presenting his tongue to Hyunjin before he takes his cock into his mouth, unprompted, but Hyunjin doesn’t complain. “Oh, that’s good,” he groans, tilting his head back.
In this moment, Jisung is like the antithesis to Hyunjin. While his senior is rough and direct, he’s more gentle and calm, enjoying taking his time with things that have a good payoff. The two of them together worked a little too well, Jisung managing to tame the wild side of Hyunjin, while Hyunjin brought out the freak in Jisung.
Hyunjin wrapped his fingers in Jisung’s hair, looking down and making eye contact with Jisung as he offered a few tiny licks at the head of his dick. It was cute, he had to admit, but he didn’t want cute, not right now. “Come on,” Hyunjin whined, “don’t be a brat and tease me. You know I’m impatient.”
A devious smirk curled up Jisung’s lips as he pulled back. “Shut up.” He barked back at Hyunjin, dropping his cutesy, quiet demeanour. “Learn how to let go for once in your life. Not everything is about instant gratification, you uptight bitch.” His lips pulled up into a wide grin as he could barely contain his excitement when Hyunjin chewed over the words he spat at him.
“'Uptight bitch'?” Hyunjin tugs Jisung’s hair, pulling his head back. “That’s awfully brash of you. Did you forget that you’re the one that’s covered in filth?”
“Bite me.”
Jisung’s attitude snaps something in Hyunjin. “Fuck you,” he growls as he tugs at Jisung’s stupidly dyed black hair harder, enough to make him squeal, to open his mouth just enough to push his cock in, all the way to the back of his throat. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
The younger man starts to drool uncontrollably as Hyunjin repeatedly, aggressively thrusts his hips back and forth. “I can’t believe you had the audacity to speak that way to me. Gonna fuck your throat so hard, you’re not gonna be able to talk back to me for a week. Change that attitude of yours right quick.”
It felt good, probably the best oral he’d ever received. The people Hyunjin had been with before were usually never this experimental. He’d never felt comfortable enough to ask someone if he could ruin them in such a way. He loved taking beautiful things and destroying them; it was something he was never able to do, being forced to be such a pristine example of high-class lifestyle for his entire life.
Jisung looked up at Hyunjin with wet, teary eyes, more black streaks being painted on his face. To anyone else, it may have looked like he was truly unhappy, but the way that his pupils were blown wide open, his eyes were half closed, and the way that his dick twitched with every thrust was enough to drive Hyunjin mad.
The blond pulled his cock out of the black-haired man’s mouth, letting go of his hair, moving his hand down to his chin as he firmly held it upright. He stroked his cock feverishly as the two of them made eye contact. Jisung closed his eyes, knowing what was coming, and he opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out to catch any stray cum that would stream down his face.
“Fuck you,” Hyunjin pants as he removes his hand from Jisung’s chin, slamming his hand on the wall, his cum splashing onto his junior’s face. “Fuck your stupid face. Fuck your attitude.” He gasps in between statements, stroking the last bits of cum onto Jisung’s tongue.
Hyunjin took in the way that Jisung looked, and it took his breath away. Jisung was an absolute mess. Jisung blinked one of his eyes open a couple of times, looking up at Hyunjin. His face was covered in sloppy, patchy streaks of eyeliner, there was still some oily red flakes on his face, and now, there was cum dripping down from his forehead, rolling down his nose and eyebrows, down to his cheeks, some hanging from his lips.
That’s when Hyunjin gets an idea. He reaches down to grab his phone out of his pants, taking a couple photos. “You look so wonderful like this, a masterpiece with the last strokes of paint on you.” He tosses his phone back down to the floor and walks over to the medicine cabinet. “I’m almost done with you. Get in the shower and wait on your knees, and I’ll clean you off before we shower.”
Jisung swipes some cum off of his eyes so he can see, he slips his socks off, then shuffles over to the shower, where he obediently waits on his knees.
Hyunjin makes his way back to the shower and tosses a bottle of lube in between Jisung’s legs. “I’m gonna let you fuck me in a minute when we finally get all of this shit off of us. But I’m gonna make one last mess out of you yet, get some of that cum off of you.”
Jisung’s eyes flutter open and widen as Hyunjin towers above him, cock in hand. He suddenly realized exactly what he means. “Dude, are you seriously about to piss on my face?”
“And in your hair. Do you not want me to?”
The younger man takes in a sharp breath and closes his eyes. “I love this. Clean me off, stuck-up pretty boy.” He presents his face and opens his mouth, and the sight is almost enough to get Hyunjin hard again.
It takes a minute, but the stream weakly starts, splashing up against Jisung’s face. The sudden warmth and shock causes the younger man to flinch, but he gets into it immediately, rolling his head all around the stream and making sure that it gets all over his face and in his hair. Hyunjin lets out a strained groan as he empties his bladder on Jisung’s face, enjoying the view far more than he should’ve.
Hyunjin shakes out the last few dribbles, then drops to his knees in front of Jisung, gripping his face tightly as he pulls the younger man in for a hasty kiss. He didn’t care about the acrid taste that danced on their tongues, he just couldn’t believe that someone actually indulged him in all of his strange fetishes, all in one night, so he had to show his appreciation in some way.
“Okay,” he says as he pulls back, “let’s actually get you cleaned up, then I’ll let you fuck me.”
Jisung rubs his eyes and nods his head. “You know,” he scoffs, “you’re probably the freakiest, messiest person I know. Messier than me, just so you know.”
“Shut up.” Hyunjin stands and grabs Jisung’s hands, pulling him up to his feet. He reaches behind the younger man, turning on the shower. The water is cold, shocking both of them a bit, but then quickly warms up. “You went along with all of that,” he scoffs as he wipes off all of the mess of various substances off of Jisung, “so that says something about you, too.”
“Yeah, it means that we’re both pretty freaky and should do this more often.”
Hyunjin rolls his eyes and turns to grab a dry hand towel from off of the wall, passing it off to Jisung. “Wipe off your face so you can finally fuck me.”
Jisung takes the cloth, making sure to dry his eyelids off well enough so he didn’t have any leftover irritants on his face. “Don’t have to tell me twice.” He reaches down to grab the lube and tosses the hand towel behind him. “Now I get to have my fun with you. Face the wall and keep that pretty mouth of yours shut.”
Hyunjin lets out a scoff, but chooses not to say anything in response as he slaps his hands on the wall dramatically, slightly bending over and presenting himself.
“Don’t you look pretty like that?” Jisung flips the lid of the lube open, squirting some on his fingers. He takes another step closer, putting his free hand on Hyunjin’s hip as he takes his lubricated fingers to the older man’s rim. “You want my fingers inside you, pretty baby?”
“Yeah,” Hyunjin whines, “do your worst.”
“Maybe if you ask nicely.”
“Fuck you.” Hyunjin’s arrogance earns him the loss of Jisung’s touch.
“I’ll leave you here by yourself and just go jerk off or something.”
Hyunjin turns his head to face Jisung, a look of bewilderment on his face. “You wouldn’t.”
“Be that way,” Jisung steps back, making his way towards the shower door.
“Wait, please!” Hyunjin whines, surprised he was actually begging for this. “Please come back and fuck me, okay?”
Jisung smiles and turns back to Hyunjin, grabbing his hips and hastily slipping his index finger inside, causing the older man to whine. “Pretty bitches like you are always so impatient. You need to be taught a lesson.” He twirls his finger around a bit, circling the digit in a calculated motion to find the older man’s prostate. before Hyunjin arches his back and lets out a strangled cry. Jisung bends down next to Hyunjin’s ear and whispers, “I wanna fuck you so hard that you can’t walk straight in the morning.”
Hyunjin curls his toes a bit at the comment. “Please,” he whines, “that sounds so good, Sungie.”
“It’s nice seeing you not being such a spoiled, impatient brat,” Jisung laughs and slips his middle finger inside. “You should let loose like this more often. You might think that, just because I let you make a mess out of me, even in public,” he continues circling his fingers around the sensitive spot inside of the older man, causing him to let out pathetic mewls, “you think that I’m not going to devastate you? Nah. I’m gonna wipe that stupid, ‘holier-than-thou’ grin off your face.”
Hyunjin was honestly surprised that Jisung had such an attitude in him. He knew that Jisung was a bit of a brat, but to be so commanding was the inverse of his personality. This kind of night/day difference in Jisung was causing Hyunjin to go mad.
A third finger slips in, causing Hyunjin to throw his head back and let out a drawn out moan. It was almost too much, too soon, but there was something about the way that the discomfort of the stress made him feel so good. Jisung waited a moment for Hyunjin to adjust, to relax a bit, before he started circling his fingers again.
“I can’t believe it took you so long to admit how much you wanted me.” Jisung condescendingly coos, slowly moving his fingers around. “Can’t believe you actually begged me to fuck you. You really want my cock inside of you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Hyunjin whispers, and Jisung isn’t very pleased with that.
“Speak up and speak nicely, otherwise my pretty little prissy bitch won’t get what he wants.“
This new side of Jisung was shocking, but also a turn-on to Hyunjin. He’d never been talked down to like this by anyone; he was always the one that took control and talked down to his partners, but it felt good to just let go for once. He had his cocky, arrogant moment, now it was time for him to be put in his place.
“Yes, please,” Hyunjin whines, resting his face against the cool tile. “Fuck your pretty little slut, please. Show me where I belong.”
Jisung lets out a laugh as he grabs the lube again, squeezing a generous amount onto his cock. “The slut gets what the slut wants, hmm?” He teases, before he slides his fingers out slowly, then replaces the empty space with his cock. He does so in such a painstakingly slow manner, that Hyunjin lets out a frustrated groan, but knows better than to say anything.
“Impatient, hmm?” Jisung grabs both of Hyunjin’s hips and bends down to be right up next to his ear. “I don’t care. I’ll take as long as I want with you.” He sinks his teeth into Hyunjin’s exposed shoulder, causing the older man to shudder. Without warning, he pushes himself all the way inside of Hyunjin and it causes both of them to make guttural, sinful noises.
“I’m getting you back for this, just so you know,” Hyunjin spits out in between pants.
“I didn’t ask you for your opinion.” Jisung bites another mark into Hyunjin’s shoulder as he slowly rocks back and forth at an even pace. “Do you always talk so much?”
“Are you always this much of a fucking tease?”
A sharp huff of air is exhaled through Jisung’s nose as he scoffs. “Alright, fine. You wanna play that game, I’ll play along.” He stands fully upright and takes a fistful of Hyunjin’s hair and pushes his face firmly up into the wall, using his head and his hip as anchorage as he moved at a relentless, unforgiving pace.
Hyunjin’s eyes roll back as his face gets repeatedly slammed into the tile wall with Jisung’s thrusts. He doesn’t intend to, but he lets out pathetic moans each time Jisung’s hips slap against his thighs.
“This is the only noise I want to hear you make.” Jisung says, pants punctuating each thrust he makes. “You talk too much.”
“Payback for how disgusting you are.”
“I don’t wanna hear it.” Jisung lets out a moan at the end of his sentence. “Okay, fuck, I’m really close. Where do you want it?”
“Don’t care. Come inside, outside, on my face, it doesn’t—“ Hyunjin is about to tell Jisung that it doesn’t matter, but, before he can finish his sentence, the younger man bottoms out behind him, and he feels cum filling up his insides.
Jisung pants and collapses onto Hyunjin’s back, loosening his grip on his blond hair. “That was so much. How are you feeling?”
“I’m pretty sure you broke my cheekbone, but we’re fine.”
“Oh, shit,” Jisung panics for a second. “I didn’t even think about trying to get you off again.”
Hyunjin rolls his eyes. “It’s fine. It would take a while anyways, I’m not lucky enough to have a freakishly short refractory period. You’ll just have to make up for it later. Anyways, can we please shower? We’re wasting the hot water and I feel disgusting and I’m pretty sure I have your nasty Cheetos flakes in my hair.”
//
After their shower, the men towel off and awkwardly stand in the washroom. “Now what?” Jisung questions, staring up at Hyunjin. “Are we supposed to, like, cuddle or something?”
Hyunjin looks down to Jisung, then spins on his heel before he’s able to see the inevitable blush creeps up on his face. “I don’t care. It’s pretty cold in here, so I won’t say no.”
Jisung shrugs his shoulders and follows Hyunjin towards his room. “Alright, cool, I guess.”
“That was fun and all,” Hyunjin says as he opens the door to his bedroom, “I just hope you know that you’re paying for my dry cleaning, you filthy brat.” Hyunjin says as he flops down onto the bed.
“Worth it.” Jisung quips, laying down next to Hyunjin and curling up into his chest. “I’ll pay to ruin your clothes any time you want, you prissy bitch.”
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scarletfish · 4 years
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don’t worry, you will
Summary: Two weeks ago, Juno was engaged. Now he's quarantined with a complete stranger who can't operate a microwave and has no sense of personal space.  And they were quarantined (oh my god, they were quarantined!)
Pairings: Peter Nureyev/Juno Steel, background Vespa/Buddy in future chapters Word Count: 3000 Chapters: 1/5 Warnings: canon-typical alcohol abuse, depression AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24016468/chapters/57779629
A/N: Thanks @space-city-traffic for the prompt, and @pipis-pods for the suggestion that Juno and Vespa communicate and become friends 
Chapter 1
Diamond paid you $1520 . Your Venmo balance is now $1520.  
Fiancee. Rent. They’re the first and last things on Juno’s mind. He realizes he’s been sitting in the parking garage for over ten minutes, idling and staring at the alert on his cracked phone screen. He turns the car off.
His car with a long crack in the windshield. Everything is goddamn broken. He gets out of the car, pauses. Gets back in the car.
This calls for a detour.
***
Twenty minutes later, Juno is ready to take his newly acquired liquor to his room so he can introduce it to his newly acquired headache, but he still has one more stop to make.
Hyperion Apartment Complex twists eight stories high, and the tacky light grey brick facade is almost reflective at night. Semi-nice rooms in a mostly bad part of town. Hyperion city makes cheap look beautiful, the way fast-food commercials brush up plastic meat with shoe polish and glue. Diamond had always hated it.
Juno shoulders into the leasing office with two large grocery bags. The front desk is empty, and everything is fading or peeling. He rings the bell and sits on a peely, faded chair to wait. Might as well put the whisky to good use.
Taking a swig, he looks out the floor-length windows to the filmy outdoor pool. (Rita swears security fished a body out of it a couple years ago. Juno told her she needs to stop watching so much Law and Order.) For the hundredth time, he wonders if this is even worth it. She's going to ask questions, it's inevitable, and he doesn't know how to answer them. Doesn't know the answers himself.
He starts poking holes in the plastic grocery bags with his thumbnail. Takes another swig. Then a couple more-
“Boss!” Rita bobs into view with her tablet in hand, Cheeto dust on her bright purple jacket.
Since the police force scandal, Juno runs a small PI business from a shitty downtown office, which is where he met Rita. To this day Juno’s not sure how or when she wormed her way into a position he wasn't even offering. He’s also not sure when she sleeps. As far as he knows, the part time leasing office representative is her third job- she also does... something with computers.
“Rita,” swig, “I need a favor.” The shorter woman has already started talking, anticipating their usual back and forth.
“And I know I ain’t supposed to call you that here, but you are my boss, and I don’t think my other bosses-- wait, huh?” Confused by the change in script, Rita eyes the half-empty bottle of whisky in Juno’s hand. Her eyes jump to the clock.
“Mista Steel, are you okay?” One pro of hiring Rita: she’s very perceptive. Con of hiring Rita: way too perceptive.
“Fine. I need you to check someone out for me.” Rita’s eyes immediately light up.
“Oooooh, boss, another case already? Is it gonna be as exciting as the one with Mista Prince Julian? Are we gonna get to travel? I’ve always wanted to go somewhere exotic, like Maine, or Florida-” Juno cuts her off before she can get going.
“He was a dramatic politician with a cheating husband who ended up dead, Rita. Not everything is a Netflix rom-com.”
There's a bitterness in his tone that might not have been there a week ago, but the smaller woman doesn't notice. She's already sunk into her desk chair, head propped in both hands, sighing dreamily as she swivels back and forth. Time to bring out the big guns.
Juno reaches into his shopping bag and pulls out the chips, dangling them in front of Rita’s heart eyes. She snatches. He raises them just out of reach.
“Focus. It’s not a case. There’s this guy I need you to find. I’ve got name and place of employment. Can you do it or not?”
Rita pouts. “But boss,” she whines, “you don’t even need me for that, you can just Google his name like I showed you. I thought we were gonna do something exciting.” Juno pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Yeah, well, Google isn’t gonna cut it this time, because,” I wasn’t really paying attention when you showed me that, “because, he’s highly secretive. And, that’s potential name. And potential place of employment, my source isn’t very,” he almost chokes on this last word, “reliable .”
The gears start turning. “Secretive… hang on Boss, is this another high-profiler? Have you been holding out on me?” She lowers her voice (not much). “Boss, this is about a case, right, you just can’t tell me because they might have tapped the phones!?”
What… who does she think they are? Juno drops his head into his hands to rub his temples. When Juno doesn't immediately contradict her, Rita continues in her stage whisper.
“Don’t worry Boss, Rita’s got your back! I’ll have this secretive criminal tracked down before they even know we’re on their case!”
“It’s not a case.”
“I’ll be as quiet as… as those monsters in The Quiet Place! Except they ain’t so quiet when they’re attacking people, but neither are we when we’ve got the bad guys cornered and we’re ready to take them out-”
Besides the recent political debacle with Julian and his missing husband (that one was a high-paying scrap tossed Juno’s way by an old friend), most of the cases he’s hired for are affair investigations and insurance fraud.
He’s certain neither he nor Rita have “taken anyone out” ever ... unless you count that time he tried to teach Rita to drive stick shift. Or the Hot Tub Debacle. But those were accidents.
Juno slings the bag of snacks onto her desk. “Just find out whatever you can about the guy, okay?”
“Fresh shrimp flavored?” Rita squeals, “Aw, you’re the best Mista Steel!” She digs into the large bag and talks around a mouthful of orange crumbs while Juno tries not to vomit in his mouth.
“Shipping ish ‘aking fore’er wi’ this crathy thirus thing goin’ gon,” she swallows, “speaking of, have you been watching the news Boss?”
“Every morning with my sunrise yoga. Listen Rita, I’ll check in with you tomorrow, okay?” Juno’s limbs are… heavy, suddenly. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s because he hasn’t slept well in that last, oh, ten years... or maybe it’s the weight of that single text, sitting in his phone for almost a week now. Looking at Rita, he thinks of telling her everything. Just spilling his guts right onto the scuffed linoleum floor.
The engagement. The text. The Craigslist ad. The man he’s supposed to be meeting tomorrow.
Rita’s still chattering on, and her voice cuts through the haze. “-but you never told me the name of Mister Criminal?” She happily shoves another handful of chips in her mouth. “Oooo, or is it so secret you need to write it down on a piece of paper and then I can read it and eat the paper-”
“Peter Ransom. Might’ve done a job for Vallas Vicky’s hotel recently.” That’s all he knows. “And he’s not a criminal Rita, he’s just a normal guy.”
Rita’s dialogue wanders around to closing borders and something about Italy, but Juno’s already moving towards the door (it shuts a bit harder than he intended). He doesn't know why he's so upset with Rita, when all she's done is try to cheer him up and offered her help. He makes his way back to the parking garage elevator. It smells like cotton candy vape and something vaguely mossy. A group of ragged kids is flying down the incline around the corner on penny boards.
Juno takes another swig of whiskey in front of the chrome doors and jams the elevator button about twenty times before he remembers.
Of course the fucking elevator is down for the weekend.
He wants to sit at the bottom of the stairwell and drink himself into oblivion. He want to wallow in this feeling for a moment, the feeling of the universe kicking him while he’s down.
Instead, he drags himself to the stairwell, drudges down the second floor hall, and practically collapses through the door.
An eager chittering greets him from the cage in the living room. “Hey, Smallfry.”
Diamond wouldn’t go near the ball of fluff (“It’s so dirty Juno,”) so when they moved in together eight months ago, the rabbit was a launching point for multiple arguments. Juno drops his grocery bag of Timothy hay and carrots by the cage, not bothering to stash it in the kitchen.
He pointedly doesn’t look in the smaller second bedroom that Diamond claimed as an office space. He doesn’t look at their shared bed either, because the sight of the rumpled sheets will just wrap around his ribcage and squeeze and squeeze until he can’t breathe again and everything is spinning-
Juno takes another swig and collapses on the couch. And then, because he wants to hate himself a bit, he thumbs through his phone to his fiancee’s most recent text. No matter how often Juno reads it, it never changes.
3:56AM: Diamond
Juno. I’ll forward my part of two month’s rent before the month is over. That should be long enough for you to find a temporary roommate, at least until the lease expires at the end of the year. Do what you’d like with the furniture.
Ex-fiancee.
***
Juno bolts upright, disoriented and confused. The decorative couch pillows left lines on his cheek, and he’s nursing the beginning of a monster headache. He gropes around for his phone. 7PM. It’s only been a few hours.
It feels like days. Months. Years.
Juno shivers. He left the door to the porch open, and a cool fall breeze is raising goosebumps on his arm. A nearby screen door slams, and heavy boots tread the balcony next door. “Hey piss-bucket, you been day drinking again?”
The green-haired nuisance next door is only loud when she chooses to be, so Juno knows she's hoping to stir him out for a cigarette or two. He wonders briefly when Buddy will be back. Vespa only gets this chatty when her partner is gone for long periods of time on work trips.
He toys with the idea of stepping out. Hey Vespa. How're the axe-throwing students? (She refuses to tell him what she does for work, so Juno assigns her a new job every night.)
She’ll respond with something like, Great. If your failed PI business finally tanks, we could always use some new targets.
Maybe if Juno gets drunk enough, he’ll tell her why he’s not planning on ever being sober again. Tell her that he’s such a fucked up human, his fiancee ghosted him three weeks before the wedding with no forwarding address. Over text.
She’ll have to laugh at that. It’s the goddamn joke of the century, and Juno’s the punchline.
He jumps violently when his phone starts ringing. “I know you can hear me, Steel,” Vespa sneers from her balcony.
Juno groans at the name lighting up his screen. He was wrong- he’s not the punchline. Fucking Mick Mercury is.
He almost sends it to voicemail, but at the last second he crosses to the balcony door, wrestles the screen closed as Vespa flips him off (“What, too busy getting wasted alone?”) and finally slides the door shut with a bang.
He leans against the wall by Smallfry’s cage.
“Whaddya want, Mick.” Juno’s brain struggles to keep up with the excited babble streaming out of the phone.
“Juno! That hit we got on your listing? The Peter guy? He messaged again!”
No one’s outright asked Juno, “Did your fiancee ghost you three weeks before your wedding over text?”, so he’s not lying to his friends, per se. He just isn’t ready for the inevitable string of I-told-you-so’s from Rita and Vespa, who have hated Diamond since the moment they waltzed into Juno’s life ten months ago and stomped all over his heart with their designer boots.
Mick, bless him, is blissfully ignorant of Juno’s recent string of unfortunate life events. He’s blissfully ignorant about most things, actually, but his unending stream of well-intentioned business ventures mean he knows how to advertise.
Juno isn’t sure who Craig is, or why he keeps lists of random shit online. All he knows is that he can't afford rent on his own, and Mick owed him a favor. A lot of favors.  
“Let me guess, he's found something better and he's not interested anymore.”
Fuck Diamond for putting him in this situation. Even if he deserves it. Even if he should’ve known better.  
“No, Juno! He says, and I quote,” he clears his throat and reads dramatically, “‘Juno, would it be possible to move our rendezvous sooner? Due to personal issues I find I’m in need of accommodations a bit sooner than expected, and your ad did say the room was available post haste.’” Mick drops his voice back to normal. “He wants to meet sooner!”
“Yeah, I got that Mick. ‘Post haste’?”
“I went for a 'trustworthy but not desperate' vibe, ya feel?” Juno is quickly wishing he read and approved the ad before Mick posted it across the internet in his name.
“All right Mick, whatever, sure, just let me know when you set it up for.” There’s a long, telling silence. “...Mick?”
“Okay so here’s the thing,” and with that, Juno knows the universe is screwing with him again, “I kinda already told him you could meet him tomorrow morning? At eight? And I gave him the address of the apartment?” His words get faster with each blow.
“You gave him the address? Goddamn it Mick, I thought we were meeting for coffee somewhere first so I could make sure he’s not some wackjob who wants to hack me to pieces and wear my skin as a suit!” Juno’s less worried about becoming a potential skin suit and more worried about waking up before noon with the spectacular hangover he’s got planned, but he’s not going to tell Mick that.
“Oh Juno, you’re so,” he chuckles, “you’re hilarious! Skin suit. Ha! You’ve been watching Law and Order with Rita again, haven’t you?” Juno resists the urge to slam his head into the wall and end it all.
“Anyways, get some sleep tonight and make a good impression on our friend tomorrow! I’ll pass him your number. And hey, maybe you could mention my new Hair-in-a-Can line? One good turn and all that. The recall went real smooth with the last one!”
“Mick, hang on, listen to me-” Juno’s cut off by a loud crash in the background.
“Sorry Juno, gotta go, the cans are a bit more,” a high-pitched scream, “uh, high-pressured than we expected, good luck pal, don’t be a stranger!”
The line goes dead. Perfect. Juno eyes Smallfry.
“Not like I have anything worth stealing, huh? Unless he deals in small, neurotic rabbits.” He restocks Smallfry’s hay before he’s too drunk to remember. Vespa's convinced that a hungry rabbit might be inclined to chew through the apartment wall and go on a carnivorous hunting spree.
“My last roommate had a rabbit. It got mad when their sister’s rabbit got a nicer cage, so it chewed straight through the bars and,” she snapped her fingers, “chomp chomp. Nothing left but rabbits feet.”
“Bullshit.”
“What are you Steel, the rabbit whisperer? Okay, maybe it was a gerbil! Whatever, same difference.”
Then he grabs an extra blanket from the hall closet (it really is starting to get cold), two bottles of liquor, and the TV remote and settles onto the couch for another long night.
***
The best mornings are the mornings Juno wakes up still drunk and pleasantly fuzzy. This is not one of those mornings.
His alarm is playing quite loudly, meaning it’s probably been going off for quite some time, and two things happen in quick succession as his brain painfully struggles towards consciousness.
He rolls over in bed to grab at his phone and realizes the bed is actually a narrow couch. He hits the floor with a heavy thump . He's blindly swiping at the floor trying to turn the damn thing off, ignoring the nagging anxiety that he’s forgotten something important... There!
Blearily, he reads the alarm label… “SOUR CREAM.” What?
There’s a sharp knock at his door. His tipsy brain stumbles around in tight circles. He set that alarm weeks ago while cooking… never bothered to re-label it.... that doesn’t explain…
A second set of knocking, more forceful this time, accompanied by a muffled voice.
It’s 7:50AM and he honestly can’t remember why he’s supposed to be waking up or who could possibly be at the door. No, wait… he vaguely remembers…
Mick. The phone call. The desperate roommate.
All at once, Juno’s certain that he doesn’t need a roommate. It’s only four months after all, and the idea of a complete stranger snooping around his stuff, asking questions about his life, getting tangled up with his job, makes Juno’s skin crawl. It’s not worth the money. He can figure that out… somehow.
It’s decided. He’ll ignore the knocking. This Peter guy will eventually give up, he’ll tell Mick to take down the advertisement, and he’ll figure something else out.
Then a noise outside the door makes his blood run cold. He knows that giggle.
“Sorry Mista Criminal, lemme just, ngh-hungh, try that key.” Rita, traitor secretary and ex-best friend, is using her spare key to let this man into Juno’s apartment. The stranger’s muffled voice leaks through the door. “Could you maybe...?”
There’s no time to think. Juno’s only on the second floor, there are bushes underneath the window. If he can get out quick enough, he might be able to avoid a meeting altogether-
“Thank you Rita, you are an absolute gem, and twice as beautiful if I might add...” the door clicks open.
Might’ve been able to. If he’d moved a little quicker.
“Hello! Juno, I presume?”
Fuck.
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softhoursboutique · 4 years
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You prided yourself on your ability to find the isolated kid and treat them better than anyone else would.  It was your life motto.  Granted, you were only a meager five years old, but hey, five-year olds can have life mottos too.  The playground was a thriving mob, the squeaking of metal chains on the swings accompanying the laughter of children at play.  The bright summer day brought hot slides and hornets, but the risks were worth it.
“Hey monkey brains!”
It seems the old-time bully was back.  Even at seven years old, Bret Sorden was the biggest jerk on the playground, and he entertained himself by making kids bawl.  This time, he and his friends had shown up on their mountain bikes, slingshots in hand, ready to terrorize whoever he reached first.  You paid him no attention.  That was all he wanted, so why give it to him.
“Hey you listen when I’m talking to you!”
You quietly closed your book and walked off, knowing full well he was too lazy to follow.  After shouting some less-than-holy profanities your way, the boys rode off, hunting their next victim.  Deciding it was time to stretch your legs, you took to walking along the cement borders encasing the playground in all its woodchipped glory.  It helped you clear your mind and focus on your surroundings. As you neared a corner, you noticed a boy around your age weeping, his big alligator tears only accenting his deep brown eyes.  In his arms he held a limp bird, its wing visibly broken.
“What happened?”  His head snapped up, the mop of fluffy black hair resisting the movement and dropping onto his cheeks.  Though his eyes were red and puffy, he was still quite handsome, and he seemed to have a gentle, princely air about him.  You’d seen him a few times before, but he didn’t seem to have any friends, generally keeping to himself.
“Those mean boys shot *hiccup* shot rocks at her and hurt her *hiccup* wing.  I don’t want her to die!”  He buried his head in his lap, sobbing harder as his whole body shook.
“My mom has fixed broken wings before; we can take it to her?”
“Really!?!?!?” The tears on his cheeks were quickly wiped away, excitement practically dripping from him.
Seven Years Later
“Why are they even friends? She doesn’t deserve him.”
“He’s too cute to hang out with an ugly face like y/n.”
“Hyunjin would be better off without her.”
           Their voices rang out of the small bathroom as you passed by.  Shocked, you were rooted to your spot, unable to process the cruel remarks of you classmates.
“Oh look, there’s little miss zits right there.  Stop being so selfish you little witch. Drop him, he’ll never love you.  He’s mine.”
           Your feet felt like lead as you stumbled backwards, slowly turning away and running.
“Go cry little baby.  You’ll never live up to him.”
Best friend! Hyunjin stood stunned across the hall.  How dare they hurt his Princess! “You’re wrong.  I’m y/n’s.  I love her. You are the one who will never live up to her.”  Sprinting after you, he could see the sobs already wracking your body.
“Don’t listen to them. Don’t EVER listen to them.  You are my world.  You always will be.  I love you.” He wrapped his arms around your shaking frame, calming you almost instantly.  “Best friends forever.  That’s a promise.”
Five Years Later
“PRINCESS!!!!!!!!!!” Two arms threw themselves on you from behind, pulling you against a rather large and comfy chest. “Hmmmm, did you get new perfume? You smell really good.”
“Pfft, you know I don’t wear perfume.”
“I know.  I think it’s from your cute personality.  It makes you smell like vanilla spice and cinnamon. It makes my heart flutter!”
You rolled your eyes and continued your stroll down the sidewalk.  Best friend!Hyunjin was a soft little koala bear, but he was also the biggest flirt.  You’d seen him grow from that sweet boy on the playground into a handsome young man.  At first, he was shy and reserved, but you were his weakness, helping him blossom and grow.  Part of his charm was his bubbly personality and his natural instinct to flirt, but sometimes you felt just a bit jealous at how easily it came to him to communicate with other humans.
“You better be careful, Hyunnie, or all that heart fluttering could give you a heart attack.”
At this he fell to the ground in fake panic.
“Oh no, call the hospital, I think I’ve gone into cardiac arrest. Y/n called me hun!”
You smiled through the pain of walking right into that one and began your path down the sidewalk again.
“Hey, Princess, where are you going?”
“Away from your dramatic flair, Jinnie.”
“You love my dramatic flair and we both know it.”
You giggled. “Are you so sure?”
He jumped up, running until he was right in front of you, stopping you in your tracks.  “Y/n, are you trying to flirt with me?  Because I’ll take you on a date anytime, you know that right.”
You just grinned, side-stepped him, and kept walking.
“Y/n!!! You didn’t answer me! And what was that cute little smirk for?”  His bottom lip bulged outward as he pouted.
“You ready to study?” You redirected the conversation, hoping he’d drop the smooth talk.
“Ewww.  I’d rather take a nap.”
“Well when you fail the exams, I won’t comfort you then.”
He sulked the whole way to your house, ignoring any attempt you made at conversation.  You didn’t mind, comfortable silence permeating between you two.  The moment you opened the front door, Hyunjin was gone, already roaming the contents of your pantry.
“Gosh, who buys all this junk food?”
You pulled him out from the shelf he was crawling on, shutting the door behind you.  In his hands he held a pack of Oreos, and there was Cheeto dust gripping tightly to his fingers, the bag in a death hug.
“Hmmm, I don’t know, maybe you do so you have snacks when you come over.”
He grinned sheepishly and ran off, Pixie Sticks flying out of his pockets. You followed him to your bedroom, ignoring his sprawled form on your bed, pigging out on whatever else he had hidden in those pockets of his.  In front of you sat a large list of subjects you needed to study and homework you needed to complete.  Opening your math book, you started reviewing derivatives and working on your Calculus assignment.
“You’re so boring.  We should go do something.  I’m sure your parents wouldn’t care if we decided to go on a nice little date.  In fact, I bet they’d be happy their daughter was dating, let alone dating a hottie like me. And they already know I’m a nice hottie, so they wouldn’t have to worry.  Earth to y/n? Earth to y/n? Ugh.”  You could hear him slide off the bed.  Turning around you saw his legs still hanging onto the side, his torso scrunched on the floor, more Cheetos in hand.  You ignored him and turned back to your work.
“Why won’t you pay attention to me? I wanna flirt with you more.  It’s fun.  You’re the most interesting person I know.  Ooooo, are those pink stripes on your socks?  I thought you hated pink.  Maybe you don’t anymore.  I might have to buy you a big fluffy pink teddy bear to keep you company when I’m not here.”
“Hyunjin. NO.  I.  STILL. HATE.  PINK.  And if you buy me a big pink carnivore not only will you be dead meat, I’ll force you to wear flip flop crocs with socks to school.”
“Ahhhh not the sock croc flop!” His piercing scream rang in your ears as he attempted to crawl under your bed, ultimately hitting his head on the metal frame. “Ouch!”
You could see the tears threatening to fall from his doe eyes, his hands cradling his head.
“Oh, poor baby.” You flopped on the floor, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and pulling him in.
“HEHEHE I GOT YOU TO PAY ATTENTION TO ME!”  His hands were at your side in an instant, tickling you.
“Hyunnie, stop! Ahahahaha stop, you turd hahahaha!”  You attempted to pull away, racing towards your desk drawers, but that only trapped you in.  You turned around, knowing Hyunjin was right on your tail.  You didn’t realize how close he was though, his face mere inches from yours.  A small giggle escaped his mouth before his expression dropped, noticing the close proximity a bit late.
           His eyes held the universe, sparkling and full of promise.  You could see in their corners the adoration for you, an infinite field of love. You’d never looked at his face this close.  His emotions were raw and expressive, his face taking on a deeper form.  You glanced at his lips, knowing full well what a mistake that was.  Plump and full, they curved into a lovesick smirk.  Looking back into his eyes, you held his gaze for what seemed like an eternity. What was he doing?  What were YOU doing?  Oh no, you’d been looking at him for way too long.  You panicked.
“I…I uh….”  You brought your lips to his cheek, giving him a small peck before running off to start dinner.
Best friend! Hyunjin sat in a stupor on your bedroom floor.  Had you just…kissed him? It was only on the cheek, but still.  His crush had kissed him! This was progress.  Maybe one day soon you’d be ready for a confession. Oh, the possibilities!
Note: There is also a head cannon version here.
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insertsmxt · 6 years
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The Un-Dressing Room
Ashton had been less than thrilled when Calum dragged him out of the house and to the mall. They had been so busy working in the studio all week and Ashton wanted nothing more than to lay on the couch and watch Bob’s Burgers. But it seemed his best friend had something else in mind for their day off.
These days malls held little interest to any of the 5sos boys. It was a hassle trying to shop when there were dozens of screaming fans chasing after you. He loved his fans, but he loved shopping in peace.
Calum wandered from store to store with Ashton trudging lazily behind him. The Kiwi boy was searching for the perfect gift for his girlfriend’s birthday, which was in two days. The drummer had suggested a diamond bracelet or something jewelry-wise since the two had been dating for over a year. Cassie deserved something extra nice for her birthday, and for the fact that she had to put up with Calum’s goofy ass.
Somewhere in the two hours they had been walking around, Ashton ended up losing Calum in one of the stores. He sighed and wished he was back home, sitting on his couch with some hot Cheetos. Now he had to retrace his steps and find the bassists in the huge department store they had found themselves in.
He sulked around the second floor, scanning the racks for Calum, but with no luck. Scratching the stubble on his chin, Ashton glanced around at where he was now.
The lingerie department.
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Kora couldn’t wait for her shift to be over. She was exhausted from the back-to-back shifts she had managed to pull when one of her co-workers called in sick. The extra money was the only thing pushing her through the last hour-- living in LA was expensive.
The one downer of her afternoon shift was the fact that she had to cover the one section in the store that made her uncomfortable: the lingerie section. It wasn’t that she was a virgin or anything; Kora had had plenty of sex in her opinion. But the sex she had thus far was always plain. 
Vanilla. 
She had just learned the meaning of that word a couple weeks ago when her best friend had decided to educate her on the kinkier aspects of sleeping with people. Some of it had scared her, but some of it had surprisingly turned her on. Maybe more than she’d like to admit.
She awkwardly walked through the rows of frilly bras and stringy panties, straightening things up that were a little off. Every time someone made eye contact with her as she worked, she would blush and turn away. 
Just another hour, she thought to herself and she refolded a wrinkled nightie some woman had left in a heap. 
A blur wandered in front of her, just a little out her sight, and she froze, knowing someone was coming into the section. Lifting her head a little and looking out the corner of her eyes, she caught sight of a tall, broad man standing at the front of the section. His dirty blond curls were slicked back on his head and curled around his ears-- she wanted her hands in that hair. He wore a black leather jacket with a plain shirt and black skinny jeans, making his tanned skin glow. A pair of aviator sunglasses hung from the collar of his shirt. He had his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans, his hips thrusting forward as he rolled onto his toes to get taller. His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he scanned the area looking for something, or someone. 
Shit, he’s hot, she thought.
Now she was nervous and even more awkward. Her face flushed and all she wanted to do was run into the dressing rooms and hide.
A throat cleared near her and she flinched involuntarily. Peering up, she saw the gorgeous man standing closer to her, a smirk on his lips. 
He looks kind of familiar...
“Uh, do you need help finding something?” she asked him, her voice wobbling.
His smirk grew bigger, his hazel eyes dancing along her body, and her heart started beating faster.
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Ashton was two seconds away from pulling his phone out and calling Cal for the hundredth time in the last twenty minutes when he saw her. Her dark brown curls hung down her back and he couldn’t help but think about pulling them into a ponytail and tugging on it while he fucked her. Her light-blue eyes focused on the task of folding something he couldn’t see. A light dusting of freckles were scattered across her cheeks and nose. She was short, only maybe five-four at the most, with a small frame. 
Gorgeous, he thought before he realized that he was standing there, in front of the lingerie section, just staring. If anyone walked by and saw him, they would think he was some perverted creep. 
So he moved into the rows of lingerie and pretended to be looking for something to buy. Ashton soon felt like eyes were following him and he smirked. He was closer to her now, but she didn’t look up. Wanting her to look at him, he cleared his throat.
He watched her eyes go wide as she took him in. He had to stop himself from doing a little pose while he observed her checking him out. She was even more beautiful up-close.
“Uh, do you need help finding something?” she asked in a light, slightly awkward, voice. He’d be lying if he said her soft, airy voice didn’t turn him on a little. She was undeniably submissive.
The corner of his mouth quirked up more. “I’m just looking.” 
And his eyes fell down her body. God, she was hot. He’d already be completely hard just from seeing her, and imagining all the things he could do to her, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was standing in a department store in the middle of the afternoon. That didn’t keep his imagination from running wild as much as he tried to stay calm.
He could grab her and run from the store, to his car, and drive back home with his hand between her legs so she would be ready when they arrived. He could throw her over his shoulder and sprint for his bedroom. He could strip her out of her work uniform and get a real look at her tight, little body. He could tie her up on his bed with his bandanas and tease the shit out of her until she was begging to be fucked.
“Are you looking for anything in particular?” She drew him out of his dirty thoughts.
“Lingerie,” he spit out quickly. His semi-hard cock made him self-conscious in the middle of a store-- a store with cameras that could catch Ashton Irwin popping a boner in public.
“Well, you’re in the right department,” she laughed. “Do you, uh, need bras or panties or...”
“I don’t know,” he said blankly. 
“What does your girlfriend like?”
“Don’t have a girlfriend,” he replied. “Shit, that made me sound really weird.”
“It’s fine. Guys can be into wearing lingerie, too,” she teased. 
“I don’t wear lingerie.”
She gave him a confused look. “T-then why are you here?”
“For you.”
He watched a deep red blush flood her cheeks as her eyes dropped to the floor. Fuck, she was so cute.
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She didn’t know what to think. He was so hot and he was here, telling her the only reason he came into the department was for her.
Pinch me.
She had no idea what to say in response to that. How does one reply to a hot guy coming onto you? Kora was clueless. All the guys she had been with had been friends she just kind of slipped into a relationship with. No one had ever been so straight forward with her.
Looking at him closer, she swore she knew him from somewhere. It was nagging at her.
“Th-that’s cool,” she managed, turning her focus back to her job.
“I’m Ashton,” he told her. 
Then it clicked. “Irwin?”
“You know who I am?” he chuckled. 
“5 Seconds of Summer.”
“Yep, that’s me. What’s your, sweetheart?”
Her heart fluttered at his term of endearment. “Kora.”
“Kora,” he repeated, smiling. Something in the way he was watching her was making her skin grow hot. His hazel eyes were so full of...lust. “Beautiful.”
“So..um...w-what brings you to the store?” she asked lamely.
“Friend dragged me here,” he answered quickly. “Do I make you nervous?”
She gaped at him, “N-no.”
“I do.”
“No...you’re just...really tall.”
“No, you’re just really short, baby.”
Dead.
“What’s your favorite thing to wear?” he asked, then his eyes went wide as if he was shocked he actually said that. But he covered it up fast.
“Like out of this s-stuff?” He nodded. “I um, don’t really wear this kind of stuff...”
“Why not?”
“Never had a reason to,” she said and shrugged.
“You’ve had sex, right?” 
AWKWARD.
“Y-y-yeah, but...”
“You never dressed up,” he finished for her. She shook her head. He leaned in next to her ear and whispered, “Would you dress up for me?”
A surge of heat coursed through her. Having him so close, his breath ghosting across her hot skin, smelling him, hearing the deep timbre of his voice...It was all making her head spin and her body ache.
He was definitely a...what the hell was the word?
Dominant.
“We just met,” Kora dragged out.
He pulled back enough to look he in the eyes. “Yet, you still want to.”
Her eyes fell again out of embarrassment. Was she really that easy to read? But who could resist such a gorgeous man, especially when he was taking an interest in you?
“Say it,” he demanded. 
“What?”
He inched his face closer. “Say you want to dress up for me.”
“I-I want to dress up for you,” She mumbled back, releasing a shaky breath.
“Good girl,” he grinned and stood up straight, glancing around. “What’s your favorite color, baby?”
“Red,” she replied weakly.
“That’s my girl,” he grinned and started wandering through the rows of lingerie. 
Kora stood there frozen for a few seconds before she trailed along behind him as he searched for something he liked. She stumbled over her feet a few times; her brain not working right. It was scrambling to comprehend the fact that Ashton Irwin wanted her, and not just for directions around the store or where the bathroom was...No, he wanted her for sex.
Part of her, the logical part, was screaming at her for going along with this. He was a stranger despite his celebrity status. She was usually so cautious and reserved when it came to letting a man be intimate with her. But something about him was so magnetic—pulling her in and pushing her worries away.
She hadn’t noticed he’d stopped walking until she bumped into his back and gripped his jacket to keep from falling. 
“Easy, babe. Not time to jump me just yet,” he joked, spinning around to help steady her. Her face flooded with blush. The thumping of her heart was so hard and fast, she thought it was going to beat out of her chest. 
This is actually going to happen, she thought, dumbfounded. It hadn’t sunk in until just then that he was serious. She tried to wrap her brain around the situation.
That’s when she realized he was holding stuff in his hands. Her department store training kicked in and she started analyzing exactly what he had picked out so far.
A see-through mesh and lace chemise: red and black
A lace bikini brief: red
A suspender belt: black
Shit.
“Where are the stockings?” he questioned.
“Over there,” Kora said, pointing to his right.
“Stay.” She nodded and wrung her hands together— The nerves were beginning to build.
He was gone a minute or two as he browsed the selection of stockings the store had. She watched him deciding and couldn’t believe he really wanted this. Wanted her.
When he came back, he handed her the lingerie he had selected. “Go change. You have five minutes before I come in.”
She didn’t say anything, just hurried away from him. Her hand shook as she pulled out the dressing room keys and unlocked the door at the end of the short hallway. It was the largest one and she figured the extra room would be better for their upcoming activities.
God, I’m about to have sex with Ashton Irwin...
Not wasting any time, Kora started pulling her work uniform off, trying not to stare at herself in the mirror. There was nothing sexy about her body but, for some unknown reason, he wanted it. 
She slipped the chemise over her head, the silky lace cool against her skin. Then she spent a minute trying to remember if the suspender belt went over the panties or not. 
“Two minutes,” Ashton called out.
How did I manage to let this happen? She wondered, laughing. I had one hour left on my shift. ONE.
But honestly, she wouldn’t have it any other way. It had been so long since she’d had sex, especially anything remotely good. She was a fan of the band so she knew how everyone obsessed over his long fingers. And she was about to have them all over her body. 
She threw the suspender belt on and hooked the stockings to them before sliding the panties over it all. Finally, she let herself turn to the mirror and see how she looked. 
The chemise hugged her curves—not that she was very curvy. The bra cups pushed her breasts up despite the plunging neckline that stopped just below her ribs. The stockings clung to her toned legs, giving the illusion they were longer than they really were. Part of her thought she looked more mature, more feminine. The other part of her thought she looked like a little kid trying to appear older—like she was a little girl wearing mommy’s things.
A knock came a few seconds later. The urge to puke flashed through her, but she pushed it down. This was happening. No going back now. 
“Are you good?” Ashton asked.
“Yeah.”
The door swung open and he stepped in. His eyes blew wide at the sight of her, which seemed like a good sign. She shifted her weight back and forth, anxious. Her hands wrung together in front of her and she bit her bottom lip.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he exhaled. “You look beautiful.”
She tried not to fidget as he circled her, taking in every inch of her barely-clothed body. He pinched his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger, hazel eyes burning into her skin. Kora compared him to a lion as he stalked his prey, deciding how he wanted to devour it. 
Ashton stopped behind her, his hands falling onto her hips. They were both visible in the long mirror now. She shivered as he lowered his head and whispered in her ear.
“Do you like dressing up, baby girl?” She nodded. “Use your words.”
“Y-yes.”
“Good girl,” he praised and lightly kissed just behind her ear. She squeaked at the surprise contact, but relished in the feel of his soft lips. 
Pulling her body closer, Kora could feel his hardening length against her ass. Her nerves kicked up a notch, but she couldn’t deny that the feeling of him behind her made her wet.
“Last chance to back out,” he informed her. She didn’t say anything. Kora knew she was coming off as nervous, but that was just how she normally was around new people. “Once I start, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop. Want you so bad, baby girl.”
He grinded into her eliciting a soft gasp. “I want this.”
Not even two seconds after the words left her lips, she felt herself being spun around and pushed up against the cool glass of the mirror. The cold pressed on her hot skin made her shiver.
Kora’s eyes flew up to meet Ashton’s, which were darker and blown-out with lust. Without realizing it, she reached her hand out to touch his face, but he snatched it away before it made contact. He pulled her other arm up and pinned them both above her head. It only took one of his large hands to hold both of her smaller ones in place. 
“You want me to make you feel good, baby?” he asked, his voice deep and husky. His breath ghosted across her face. 
“Yes, please.”
A low growl passed his lips before he leaned in and hungrily kissed her. A surge of electricity jolted through her body and all her anxiety about this went out the window. 
He nipped her bottom lip, making her gasp into his mouth, and giving the entrance he wanted. His free hand went to her hip and snaked under the lace top. Wherever he touched, a trail of goosebumps followed in his wake. 
Ashton pushed himself into her, tugging up the chemise to reveal her smooth stomach. She wanted so badly to reach out and touch him, run her fingers through his dirty blond hair. 
His lips left hers and he began kissing his way down her neck. Kora sighed and tilted her head to the side to give him better access. She felt Ashton smirk when he found he sensitive spot just above her collarbone. He sank his teeth into her skin, marking her, and drawing a moan from her sweet lips. Her body arched into him and pressed against his erection.
“Shit,” he groaned. He let his hands travel farther up her body. Fingertips grazed the underside of her breasts and she hummed. “This needs to go,” he told her before leaning back and pulling the top off of her. 
It was thrown to the ground, forgotten. He sucked in breath when he took in the sight of her bare breasts. He didn’t waste any time taking them into his hands and giving them a gently squeeze. 
The feeling of him groping her with his calloused hands made her moan again. Soon his mouth found its way around her right nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue over it. His free hand playing with the other.
“Ashton,” she exhaled.
“Taste so good, baby,” he mumbled as he moved his attention to her other breast.
“C-can I touch y-you?” Kora asked, almost whining.
He bit down on her sensitive bud, making her hiss, before answering, “Not yet. Keeps those hands up there.”
She nodded and he went back to exploring her body. His hands slid up and down her sides while he kissed and sucked on her neck. On his last pass down her sides, he ran his hands back over her ass, squeezing. 
Kora whimpered and ground her core against the rough material of his jeans covering his thigh, looking for some friction to releive the ache between her legs. Her panties were soaked. He sucked in a breath when she came dangerously close to his crotch.
“What do you want, baby girl?” he rasped into her ear.
“Touch me. Please,” she begged. 
“Where?”
“Ashton, please.” She rocked into him, chasing her own pleasure, but he gripped her hips and held her to the wall so she couldn’t feel him.
“Where,” he repeated, locking eyes with her.
She didn’t reply. Instead she went against his no touching rule, grabbed his hand and dragged it to her dripping core. She sighed when she released his hand and he cupped her heat.
“Mmm, needy girl,” he chuckled lightly. His fingers danced along the edge of her lace panties, frustrating her. She was desperate for him to play with her. When he finally slipped his fingers past her underwear and into her slick folds, she saw stars. “So wet for me.”
“Yes, all for you,” she groaned.
He slid his middle finger up and down her slit, flicking her clit with each pass. Then he plunged it inside her, causing her to cry out from the pleasurable intrusion. He pumped it in and out of her. Her head spun and she was happy to see the fandom was right about his long-ass fingers.
“Like that, baby?” 
“Mmm,” she replied.
“So good for me.”
“More,” she gasped out. He hummed and added another finger. Kora moaned happily. 
He picked up his pace, making her breathing come out heavy and ragged. Ashton was hitting all the right places inside her now with the help of an extra finger. She clenched around his fingers when he found her most responsive area.
“So tight, fuck. Can’t wait to be inside you,” he grounded out then kissed her with such force, it knocked the wind out of her. His cock rubbed against her lower stomach and she could feel how hard he had become. She couldn’t wait either.
“Need you,” she panted. 
He stopped his movements and drew back. “You sure?”
“Yes, yes. Please.” Her body throbbed with need. She rocked her hips, trying to get herself off on his motionless fingers. “P-please, please, daddy.”
A growl sounded from him, “Say it again.”
“Daddy. Please, need you,” she whined. 
He pulled his fingers out and tore his shirt off his body. “Help me,” he ordered her. She pushed off the wall and went to his jeans, popping the button and unzipping them. They pushed them down as he kicked off his shoes. 
He stood up straight and smirked at her. Kora didn’t have time to figure out why he was giving her that look before he reached forward and pulled her panties down her legs. The cool air hit her wet folds and sent a chill up her spine, her pussy clenching. 
“Fuck,” they both moaned in sync, but for two totally different reasons.
Ashton wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her body to his. She let her hands fall on his hairy chest, loving the coarse feeling on her palms. It wasn’t clear if she was allowed to touch him yet, but she wasn’t going to mention it in case he made her stop. Her head tilted up to look at his face, flushed red from arousal. Lifting herself onto her toes, she connected their lips. Heat coursed through her veins. 
Kora slid her hands down his body, reveling at the feel of his muscles contracting under her caress. Her fingertips stopped when she reached the top of his tight black boxer briefs. She let them dance along the edge of the last piece of clothing clinging to his body. 
“Don’t tease, baby girl,” he said against her lips, nipping at her bottom one.
“C-can I take them off?” she asked, nervous. 
“Go ahead.”
She inhaled deeply, hooked her fingers under the waistband and pulled them down. Ashton hissed as his cock was freed, snapping up against his stomach. Kora’s eyes went wide at the sight of it. It was perfect—not too big or too thick for her liking.
“See something you like, baby?” he questioned. She could hear the smirk in his voice.
She swallowed and nodded. 
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes.”
“’Yes’ what?”
“Yes, daddy,” she corrected.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised her, stepping towards her and gripping her hips. Their eyes locked. “Are you ready?”
She loved how dominant he was, but also how gentle he was acting. There was no pressure, just sexual tension, between them.
“Yes, daddy.”
His grip on her tightened as the name fell off her swollen lips. He ran his hands from her hips back to her ass and told her to jump. Her legs wrapped around his waist and they both moaned as their bodies rubbed against each other. She let her hands dig into his shoulders. Ashton walked them over the the wall, her back pressing against it.
“Are you safe?”
“Yeah.”
Their breath was coming out in hot pants. The anticipation was building to an unbearable point. Kora could feel her wetness dripping onto his hard length. He squeezed her ass.
“Guide me in,” he instructed her. 
She took one of her hands and trailed it down his torso, loving as he shivered. Her hand wrapped around his length and ran it up and down her wet slit. They both released desperate moans, craving more. On a pass downwards, Ashton took matters into his own hands and pushed into her. 
Kora gasped, suddenly full. 
“Shit, babe,” Ashton groaned. 
“Daddy,” she sighed, winding her arms around his neck. He leaned in and found her lips again, their tongues doing a slow dance with one another.
“Can I move?” 
“Please,” she begged. He didn’t miss a beat, pulling out and slamming back in, making Kora cry out in pleasure. “Daddy.”
“Shh, baby. Don’t wanna get caught.”
Ashton built up a fast rhythm, sliding in and out of her tight heat. Kora whimpered and moaned as quietly as she could manage. She ended up burying her face in his neck, kissing and sucking here and there. A groan came from the drummer when she sucked on a certain area. She praised herself for finding his weak spot. 
“So fucking tight,” he growled into he ear. “Such a good girl putting the belt under your panties. Love fucking you while you have it on. Look so hot in those stockings.”
His words made her moan again. No one had ever talked dirty to her during sex before.
“Kora?” She heard a familiar voice call out. The haze she was in from all the pleasure made her brain lag at pinpointing exactly who was yelling her name. Then it clicked.
It was her manager.
Right at that exact moment, Ashton hit a spot inside her that made her head spin and her pussy clench around him. “Fuck, daddy, right there.”
“Kora?” her manager’s voice sounded closer.
“Who is that?” Ashton asked, not stopping.
“Manager,” she spit out, biting her lip to stop from moaning loudly.
A knock came to the dressing room door and she was instantly thankful the door went all the way to the floor. The last thing she needed was to be caught fucking someone during her shift. In borrowed lingerie no less. 
“Kora, are you in there?”
Ashton didn’t stop, even now with her boss standing on the other side of a thin wooden door. It was unbelievably hard not to make any noise to alert her manager as to what was going on.
“Answer,” Ashton quietly ordered her. Then he slammed into her. She swore her lip was bleeding from how hard she had to bit down to keep silent.
“Y-yeah. I’m j-just cleaning things up before I leave.”
“Okay. You have fifteen minutes left on your shift,” her manager let her know. The sound of footsteps leaving made them both relax and focus back on the task at hand.
“Good job, baby girl. So good for me,” Ashton said. They had to hurry so Kora actually could clean up before leaving.
“Faster, daddy,” she pleaded. 
He obliged her by pulling her off the wall and grabbing her hips roughly. He picked her up and pushed her back down quickly. This time, neither of them could stop the moans that came out of them. He repeated that over and over, Kora thrusting down onto him with enthusiasm.
She could feel her walls clenching and the tension in her lower abdomen becoming incredibly strong.
“I-I’m close,” she warned Ashton.
His cock twitched inside her knowing she was about to climax. “Me too, baby.”
They pushed themselves harder, trying to reach their peaks as fast as possible. Her legs started trembling around his waist and she knew she couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Daddy, can I cum? Please,” she whined.
“Yes. Cum for me, baby girl.”
“Oh god,” she cried as she gave in and released all over his cock. Her legs shook and she kept calling out ‘daddy’ and ‘Ashton’. 
Her convulsing walls around him triggered Ash’s own orgasm. He buried himself deep inside her and came, moaning her name. His thrusts didn’t stop until he had emptied everything he had inside her. 
“Shit,” he groaned and then laughed. “That was...”
“Amazing,” Kora finished for him.
He nodded. Slowly, he pulled out of her. She let her legs falls and set her feet on the ground. Her hands held onto him so she wouldn’t fall from the jello feeling in her legs. They smiled at each other. Ashton ran his finger over her bottom lip before leaning down and giving her a quick kiss.
“We should get dressed,” he said, pulling back.
They stepped away from each other and started putting their clothes on. Just as Kora was clipping her bra on, Ashton spoke up.
“Do you, uh, have plans after you get out of here?”
She turned to face him, mouth hanging wide in shock. He wanted to see her after this. It wasn’t just a one-time fuck. 
“No.”
He buttoned his jeans and glanced over at her. His eyes racked over her in just her shorts and a bra. “Wanna get some food? I’m starving.”
“Me too.” They chuckled together. “And yeah, I’d love to get food.”
“Great! Go clock out and we’ll leave,” he said and slapped her ass. 
She giggled and finished pulling her shirt on. “Yes, daddy.”
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Ashton stood outside the ‘employee only’ door waiting for Kora to get her things. He sent a quick text telling Calum not to worry about finding him. He opened his Uber app and started requesting a ride to pick them up outside the mall.
Kora walked out shortly after. He noticed she wasn’t wearing her work shirt anymore, but a Metallica one instead. It was perfect. 
He smiled at her as she approached him. “So what do you feel like eating?”
“I don’t know. Anything,” she replied. “You?”
“Pizza?”
“Pizza.”
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Requests are now open. 
Doesn’t have to be 5sos. It can be any hot famous dude. I’m open.
Make sure you leave the full name of the guy and any plot suggestions you want. If I just get a name, I’m going to make up my own plot.
Thanks for reading 😈
-K
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boymeetsweevil · 6 years
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who’s your favorite
Grouping: Reader x Hoseok
Word Count: ~1400 again, some groping and future implied sex again
Summary: If you ask the man himself, it takes a half a year of going to a shitty family restaurant after work on Fridays for Hoseok to become your favorite. In reality, though, he just didn’t get the joke. OR
“I give you dick. Good dick!“
A/N: the amount of times i say booth in this is insane. this was a brain fart i had procrastinating a drabble for cougar. I swear its coming!
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Its a typical Friday night. You toss back another shot and hum at the warm feeling that spreads down your throat and chest. The pulse of your heartbeat helps to drown out the sound of the numerous families with crying children sitting in the booths surrounding yours. It doesn’t cover up the smell of all-you-can-eat breadsticks, though. Sweat is starting to bead on your back from the excess body heat on your side of the booth, Yoongi and Namjoon’s arms being pressed against yours.  
You hear a familiar voice and realize Hoseok is calling your name to get your attention from his seat across from you.
“Guys! G-Guys, watch this,” he shouts, his voice cracking a bit before turning to pin you with a smarmy stare, “Out of all of us in the booth,” Hoseok smiles smugly, “Which of us is your favorite.” You sigh and wonder why he’s been asking you this every time you’ve gone out drinking after work.
“That's easy. Jungkook.”
“What the fuck?” 
Hoseok whips his head to the side to glare at Jungkook, who sits next to him at the other side of the table. You hunt for a lime to suck on in the mess in front of you. The table’s surface is littered with both empty and half full beer bottles and shot glasses.
Jungkook beams at you brilliantly after finishing his final swallow of beer. His cheeks are soft and pink with the glow of his first two bottles. His smile is shameless and proud and you're drunk enough that you forget to contain yourself under Hoseok’s jealous gaze.
“Come here,” you coo and clumsily sit up to extend greedy, cupped hands across the table, ignoring the dull pain of your thighs ripping off the fake leather of the seat. Jin and Jimin simply get up and return to the bar when you tip over their martinis as you scrabble to get near Jungkook, the sudden display of affection nothing new to them. Jungkook merely places his face happily in your waiting hands. He even grins a little when you shake him a bit. “You're so fucking- hic -cute. You know that? Huh? Do you?”
“Your breath smells like hot cheetos,” he says, wrinkling his nose adorably. Tears of awe threaten to spill over your lashes. 
“I ate them just for you,” you rasp and squeeze his cheeks tighter. He sends a sly glance to Hoseok, enraging the man further.
“That's not fair. I'm your boyfriend. I buy you dinner, I let you steal my sweaters. I give you dick. Good dick!” Hoseok slams his fists on the table, pouting as he watches the contents of an overly full shot glass spill onto the table. You reluctantly cease your attack on Jungkook’s cheeks to look at Hoseok. You’re drunk so its a bit difficult to focus on him, so you settle for what you hope is a sincere, albeit cross-eyed, gaze.
“You do, Hobi. You give me good dick, and I’m thankful for that because that's truly rare. But just look at him. He's the sweet baby son of your best friend that you don’t have any responsibility for. Look at him and tell me you don't want to tuck him in at night.” You reach over because you can't help yourself and pinch one of Jungkook’s cheeks lightly.
“But...I'm your boyfriend. I should be your favorite.” 
You would think that Hoseok would have noticed by now that you’ve said every other person at the table was your favorite at one point. And that this is your second time choosing Jungkook. But you suppose it’s not as funny a joke as you thought. Hoseok hangs his head like a kicked puppy and you sigh before scooting over so you can console him. Yoongi can smell the couple moment brewing and tugs Namjoon out the booth with him to get away from the unnecessary drama. Jungkook pouts when he sees that you've redirected your attention elsewhere and bounds out of the booth to strong-arm  one of the older men into buying him a drink. 
“You're my real favorite, you know”. Somehow he’s managed to sit with his back to you in the booth. You press yourself to Hoseok’s back after a minute or so once everyone has gone. He shivers at the feel of your lips on the shell of his ear and leans further into the hand you have combing through his hair.
“Could have fooled me,” he says petulantly.
“Hobi, you know I love you.” You smooth a hand over his shirt until it comes to rest above his heart. You sit quietly and feel the beat underneath your hand race when you run the tip of your nose down the column of his neck. “I love how receptive you are. You're a great boyfriend. Not just because of the dinners or the sweaters.”
“What about the dick?” You huff at his single-mindedness.
“Well, I meant it when I said it was good.” He puffs his chest out slightly and you have to refrain from rolling your eyes.
“What else?” He turns to look at you, eager to hear your praise, but his eyes flutter shut when you start to place small kisses on his cheeks and nose.
“I like how you listen when people talk and how you look them in the eye. I like that you’re always genuine when you ask people how their day went.” You give the tiniest swipe of your tongue against the side of his jaw and you hear his breathing hitch.
“W-what else?” His voice drops down to the level of a whisper and he subconsciously wraps a hand around the back of your neck to keep you attached to his side while you suck a hickey near the hollow of his throat.
“I like how hard you try to make sure I have a good time when we’re together. and I like how you always look at me when you're showing me a song or a series you like because you want to see my reaction.” He gives a low groan. You shift to push him further into the limited privacy of the booth.
“But you know what I also really like?”
“What,” he whispers, his voice breathy and tight.
You suck bruises into Hoseok's skin and marvel at how well the tiny high sounds he's making complement the molten stare he gives you through hooded eyes. Your hand glides down the front of his torso and you whisper something that has his eyes snapping open and his lip being pulled between his teeth. It's like all the noise has been sucked out of the restaurant because all of the sudden your paired raggedy breathing seems thunderous in your little booth. You press yourself to him so you can palm him more vigorously under the table. Everything in him feels like its coiled dangerously tight and will explode if you continue to feel him up like this. Soon Hoseok is choking on a full-blown moan and you pull him in by the hair on the nape of his neck to kiss him fiercely to keep him quiet. 
“Did you forget that there are other people in the restaurant,” you pull back to gaze up at him, taking in his swollen lips and messy hair.
“No,” he pants and gives the neighboring booths a dodgy glance, “Did you?” 
“Of course not. I was just waiting for you to suggest we go home because I plan on riding you until my legs give out. These people can be privy to that, or not,” you feign disinterest and pretend to dust something off his shoulder.
“I’ll go pay our bill, just give me a minute.” Its hard for you to contain your glee as you watch him shove hands into his tight jeans gracelessly to adjust his boner. When he’s finally comfortable again, he does that awkward butt shuffle to leave the booth and you reluctantly follow. You turn in the opposite direction and begin walking to the exit when you hear Hoseok call your name. You turn to see him running to you.
“I’m still your favorite, right?” His grin is too big and heart-shaped for you to pretend the answer is no.
“Yeah, you are.” He answers you with a slow kiss that is soft but has you weak in the knees the moment its over.
“Alright, assholes, you can find your own way back to the apartment ‘cause we’re heading out. And don’t even think about coming back for at least 2 and half hours.”
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berniespenthouse · 7 years
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Okay kids, i can’t really explain but it’s abbi’s fault. I hate her but i have to do this so here we go, please enjoy this fanfic writing extravaganza about me and…Donald trump. @moikeybae i haTe this.  I bet i’ll make mama proud with this one.  (Note: POV changes, so try to keep up)    There she was, her curves being accentuated by the moon’s shadows. Her hair whisked around her face as she leaned against the restaurant’s cheap clay wall, she looks almost as good now as she does when she’s in the kitchen, her rightful place. But alas, I let her out on this very special night, you see, it’s the anniversary of the first time I laid my eyes on her in that conference room. Meg was an investigator in the Russian x election  involvement case (totally didn’t happen, by the way), and I just knew right then……I had to grab that pussy.    I could sense his presence as soon as he walked up, well actually, I could just smell the freshly plastered glue of his toupee. Minor details, anyway, I turned and look as mu hunk of a man. His spaghetti strap, noodle lips looked delicious. As I walked over and gingerly gave him a kiss, I wondered how many times those very lips were around Vladimir Putin’s man clit. He grabbed my arm and we headed inside. Tonight’s lovely dining? Daddy Trump only attends the very best, that’s right ladies and gentlemen, Taco Bell. We waltzed over to the counter and he ordered for us both like a real man, as a woman I couldn’t possibly have decided for myself!  Ah, she loves it when I take charge, that’s why I control her pay and healthcare. Or should I say, the lack thereof. It’s okay though, my pre-exsisting ED is covered.  She will have to pay me back for this romantic dinner somehow. I think while ignoring her request and sitting at a table instead of a booth. Gosh, the salt packets really bring out the color of her skin, it’s a good thing she’s white, otherwise we would have had to go to KFC. I glance around the restaurant, there are only a few people here. They all look like dirty Mexicans, god, I cannot wait to deport them all. Speaking of deportation, where’s my tacos? These tacos are gonna be huge.   Look at him, in all of his glory. His buttons are about to pop, they cannot hold back his delicious splender. He is the epitome of what a man should be, all the down to the tanning goggle tan lines. And look at that color! These lights really bring out the cheeto dust in his complexion. He really is a work of art.   God dammit Jose, where are my fucking tac- oh here he comes. Act cool,  act cool, I can’t send them back to their village hut yet. Smile and nod like I know what I’m doing, just like I practiced during the election. I hope he went light on the cheese for Meg’s salad. I need her to keep her hot body, she looks so much like my daughter it gets my micro-penis hard every single time.   As we were eating, I couldn’t help but noticed his freakishly small hands, I want him to touch me with those hands. I want his clam in my closet. Eat faster old man, I want to go back to my place! Just as I thought this, he grabbed my hand and looked at me across the table, I am still playing the beautiful words in my head on repeat, “Baby, you’re hot as hell and I want you to stay that way, for that reason, I am going to finish your salad for you. You’re welcome.” Gosh, he is so caring and heartfelt, what would I do without him.
 -After dinner, already at my place (I was too lazy to right the conversion paragraph)-
I unlocked the door and led him into the living room. My place was small, due to the minimum wage I was being paid. Huh, I wonder why my male co-workers have such nicer houses…how peculiar. My mind came back to my lovely piece of man meat, I pushed him down on the couch and crawled on top of him. I spoke softly and said: “I’m going to do to you what you are doing to this country,” the devilish look on his face was enough to get me wet.   Ugh! She is doing it just like Vlad but god my stomach hurts. How am I supposed to enjoy Ivank- Meg. I mean Meg, when my stomach feels like it’s about to blow up like my dignity after the presidential debates! Thanks Obama.  Whatever, I’ll be fine! I’m Donald Trump, everything I do is amazing.   This man was IS good with his lips, I could almost feel him mouthing “WROOOONG” with each kiss, I’ve never felt so privileged in my life. I unbuttoned his top buttons and immediately saw the coarse hair that resembled that of a raccoon. What a man! …..wait….what is that smell……I briskly stood up and shot him a questioning look…..his cheeks were red and he stood up quickly. He pulled out his phone and tweeted a negative comment about Taco Bell, I still did not know what was happening until he exited the room. I heard the front door slam while my eyes suddenly glanced upon my couch. Donald Trump has sharted himself. 
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