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fuck this handmaids tale country.
#abortion laws#abortion rights#roe v wade#I’m shaking with rage you don’t understand#roe v wade overturned#us supreme court#a bunch off ass backwards thinking jokes#fuck those who voted for this#fuck you trump and senate and house for barrett
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Could you do headcanons for what the members of the bad batch would be like as husbands??
The best kind? The hot kind? The wholesome kind? Everything.
Pairing: Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, Wrecker, Echo x Reader
Tags: fluff, domestic, space husbands, cuddles, kissing, bathing together, sharing clothes, flirting
A/N: All of them are lovely but if I had to pick it'd have to be Hunter.
Hunter would be the first one up in the morning, a routine carried over from the war. He tries not to wake you up with it though, instead really loving to take a shower later and cuddle back up in bed with you if you don't get up in the meantime.
He never forgets your anniversary. Even if he's away when it happens he will bend over backwards to make time to call you and tell you everything he loves about you without fail. His dedication to you is his most admirable trait, he never lets you feel like you're alone or undeserving of love and his full attention.
"Stop grilln' me sweetheart, I ain't telling you nothin'. What kind of surprise would it be then? And actin' surprised isn't gonna work either so stop lookin' at me like that. They ain't takin' me away on our anniversary this time and that's a bloody promise. Of course I mean it, have I ever lied to you?"
Crosshair is as strict when he's married as he is as a soldier. He has a schedule, he has a way of doing things, he expects things to go a certain way. He's very serious about keeping things in order.
A bit of a neat freak. He makes it fun though, there's always music in the background and he pulls you in for a dance and a kiss and a an occasional slap on the ass. Takes things too seriously sometimes which can be a lot to deal with but it's nothing you're not used to by now, at least you can always be sure he's being honest in the things he says, and he has a lot, really a lot, of things to say to you.
"If you keep that up doll I'm dropping this and picking you up instead. We can cuddle later, just let me finish this first. Oh? And what sort of compromise were you thinking? Temping, very tempting. Hm... I knew there was a reason I married you. Ouch! It was a joke! Yes, I know a rare one, savor it, like I'll savor you."
Tech is a planner. He always plans your dates, your anniversaries, your vacations, and is the handyman around the house while you handle the rest of the chores that he's not that skilled at. He tried to cook once and... well he doesn't speak of that incident anymore.
He's still not the best at relaxing after a long day so he lets you take the reins, lets you drag him to the couch or a warm bath for cuddles before he dozes off with his head on your lap. He has an alarm set so he never oversleeps, even when he's dead tired. Lucky for him you've developed a similar sleeping schedule so he's never alone for long.
"I was thinking we can choose that for our next vacation spot. I'm able to take a whole two weeks off soon and I know you like that place sweetie. I will spend the whole duration of it with you I promise, no distractions to speak off. Except for you that is."
Wrecker is the kind of husband that carries your photo with him everywhere and brags about you to everyone who he happens to get friendly with. Which is a lot of people. So you can bet that there are a bunch of people out there who know all about how much he loves you.
Goes bonkers when you wear his clothes. He absolutely melts at the sight. It's cute, it's funny how big his shirt and pants are on you. Because he knows you like them he always brings extra whenever the two of you go anywhere together. Always cuddles with you when he's home, you will not get away from this mans hugs and kisses if you try. But why would you?
"What? Can't I stare at my sweet stuff looking sweet wearing my stuff? Heh, yer a dream come true I tell ya. I wanted to surprise ya so I told the boys to keep our arrival on the downlow. It worked didn't it. Come here, I need me some sugar, and Force knows ya've got plenty."
Echo is very openly affectionate as a husband. He's never not holding your hand or smiling at you, alone or in company. He feels very lucky to have someone like you in his life, the best thing in his life really, and he will spend every waking moment remind you of that.
Makes you breakfast every morning, regardless of if he's leaving for a mission or not you can expect the two of you to eat together when he's home. Likes to wrap his arm around you from behind and kiss the crown of your head when you're in bed. Always ready to listen and give advice.
"I did not stay up late love, you're just up very, very early. It's not even four in the morning. Why did I stay up? Ah come one now, how else was I gonna get everything ready on time to surprise you? Losing one night of sleep is nothing to me. I've stayed up for worse, seeing you smile? That's all the reason I need to be the best that I can ever be."
#star wars#star wars x reader#the bad batch#the bad batch x reader#hunter x reader#crosshair x reader#tech x reader#wrecker x reader#echo x reader#star wars fluff#star wars imagine#the bad batch fluff#the bad batch imagine#tbb headcanons#tbb x reader#tbb fluff#tbb imagines#x reader
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stobin kidnapped- no upsidedown
Robin doesn’t know why she comes out to Steve Harrington of all people.
It could be the drugs. It could be the way he’s been pretty good-natured about her ribbing all summer. It could be the fact that they’ve bonded, painfully and irreversibly, in the last 24 hours in a way she never has with anyone else and hopefully never will. It could be that she’s almost certainly going to die in this tiny, awful basement, and Steve fucking Harrington’s shitty homophobic spiel won’t matter because they’ll be dead.
Tammy Thompson won’t matter, either. She’ll never, ever look at Robin now. Probably won’t even think about her as she cries over Steve Harrington’s tragic fate.
“Have you ever been in love?”
They’re pressed back to back next to the hole that serves as their toilet, even if they’re not tied together that way anymore. Something about being able to see from all angles is comforting. No surprises.
It also means she doesn’t have to see Steve’s face when he tells her how amazing this new girl is.
“Robin?” He asks when she doesn’t respond. “You OD on me?”
“I’m alive,” she confirms. Unfortunately.
Nope, too soon to be making jokes about wishing she were dead when there’s a high possibility she ends up dead before she gets out of here.
Steve’s presence leaves her back, and she almost panics before she realizes he’s scooting backwards until he can meet her eye. She scoots back until her back hits the wall, and he does the same.
“This floor’s disgusting.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt, so…” he points out. “What do you think?”
“About?”
“This girl.” Why are his eyes so big? Is it the drugs in her system making her hallucinate again? Some great, cosmic consequence for being the kind of girl who can’t fall in love with this apparently amazing guy who protected her the best he could? She feels like she’s going to vomit again.
Eventually their singing dies down, and they exist in comfortable silence for a moment.
It’s Steve who breaks it. “You know Jonathan Byers?”
“Didn’t he punch you and steal your girl?”
“Yeah,” he says. “I lied.”
“About what?”
“Only ever having been in love with Nancy.”
She blinks at him, squinting in concentration until he shifts uncomfortably and she gasps. “No,” she says.
“‘No’ what?”
“You were not in love with Jonathan Byers.”
“Okay, yeah, I wasn’t in love with him,” he protests, squirming. “But, like, he’s cool, right?”
“No!” She exclaims. “No, he’s not cool, Steve. I can’t believe you made fun of me for Tammy, at least she didn’t give me a concussion!”
“I deserved that concussion,” he protests. “Besides, it was a tiny one! That was, like, nothing compared to what Billy gave me.” Or the one he probably has right now, but neither of them point that out.
“He stole your girlfriend.”
“Why do you keep saying that? There was no stealing anything. Nancy’s a human being, with, like, agency and shit.”
“Didn’t he take naked pictures of you guys?”
“What?” He sounds alarmed. “Is that what you heard?”
“Did he not?”
“Well…”
She laughs, disbelieving.
“He apologized!” He says. “And he’ll never do it again, and I broke his camera for it anyway, so I kind of got retribution. Maybe too much retribution. I cannot overstate how much I deserved that beat down, I was an asshole to him.”
“God, you are not helping your case at all,” she giggles. He pouts at her, until he starts giggling too, and then they’re both laughing their asses off on the shitty basement floor until they lose their breath.
They get lucky, she’s told while they’re in the hospital for smoke inhalation and a dozen other things. They were only in that basement for 24 hours until the police (re: Dustin and Erica) found them. It felt like a lifetime.
She gets to sign out after six hours. Steve has to stay for two days.
The nurses have to practically boot her out the door before she’ll leave his side.
“I’m fine, Rob,” he says, rolling his eyes. “I’ve had worse.”
“I sure hope not!” The nurse exclaims as she’s checking over the monitor. “Young man, you are suffering from a Grade 3 concussion, bruised and broken ribs, smoke inhalation, multiple lacerations—“
“Jesus, okay, we get it!”
She gives him a scathing look before sweeping out of the room. Robin raises her eyebrows. “You’re fine, huh?”
The look he gives her could kill a lesser man. “Go home, Robin.”
“I’m staying the night.”
“You’re definitely not doing that.”
#stobin#no upside down#stobin kidnapped-no upsidedown au#steve harrington#robin buckley#sorry to jonathan for the slander i promise i love you#jonathan was steve's bisexual awakening truthing#stranger things fanfic#season 3 au
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Fall Drabbles, Day 3
prompt: scarecrow
pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader
summary: When the new member of his town is struggling, Frank lends a hand.
warnings: swearing, once again adorable levels of fluff
a/n: When I tell y'all I am SO excited for this one. This is a Lumberjack!Frank Stardew Valley AU!!!! You do not need to be familiar with the game to enjoy this piece. Let me know if y'all want to see more in this AU!
w/c: <1k
Wiping the sweat off his brow, Frank let the ax head thud against the lush grass. Huffing a breath, he stretched his tense shoulders, trying to unravel the stubborn knots building across his upper back from the extensive physical labor. As he was about to lift the ax once more, a rustling in the clearing behind him gave him pause.
Squinting, he made out a figure crouched by a stack of sticks across the meadow. After a moment, the person shifted towards him enough for him to identify you.
He’d only spoken to you twice, if single word sentences and grunts could be considered speaking, but he knew a lot about you. The unfortunate effects of being a newcomer in a small rural town, he supposed, your entire existence became exciting local news. You were looking after Old Man Taylor’s run down cabin, he’d even heard whispers about you repairing the place to start a farm.
Despite learning a majority about you from other people, you intrigued him. Everything about you was young, soft, sweet, not at all what he expected a new farmer to be considering the aging community he lived in.
In the distance, you rifled through the pile of fallen branches at the base of the large oak tree, studying the group before selecting a few to add to your basket. Hands perched on your hips, you tilted your head before grasping the largest of the bunch, a split tree limb, and dragging it backwards. Frank bit back a laugh as your body lost the fight against the weight and resistance of the branch when you fell on your ass. Deciding to stop lurking and come to your aid, he called from across the clearing. “Was that the plan or did ya need some help?”
Whirling around, butt still planted on the mossy ground, you laughed when you spotted him. “Lord above, Frank, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”
Basking in the beautiful tone of your voice, he strode over to you, watching your beautifully unmarred hands brush dirt off of your overalls as you stood up.
Heat flooded your face as you replayed his offer in your head. ”You saw my valiant attempt then...“ Biting your lip, you glanced up at him.
Sucking in a breath, Frank was taken aback by the immediate effect your doe eyes had on him. ”Happens to the best of us.“ He shrugged, hoping that his face hadn't betrayed his desire to sweep you off your feet and carry you back to your place.
You scoffed, "Oh yeah? Hard to believe you given that you're so...” You trailed off, circling a hand in his general direction.
The barest hint of a smirk graced his lips. “So what, sweetheart?”
Huffing in embarrassment, you averted your eyes from his stunningly fit body. “Nothing.” You murmured.
Eyes softening, Frank looked to you for approval. “Did ya want a hand with that?”
There were those magnificent doe eyes again. You nodded slowly.
Grasping the fallen limb with one hand, Frank hefted it up with ease, setting it over a broad shoulder. “Where to, dollface?”
Smiling at the nickname, you answered shyly. “My cabin, if that's not too far for you.”
“Course not, since I'm so...” He imitated your comment from earlier and you rolled your eyes.
“You know what, tough guy!” You laughed, not finishing the empty threat.
“What're you plannin' on doin' with this thing anyway? Clubbin' seals?”
You looked at him, horrified, “No! Of course not! I would never--” You paused, then rolled your eyes. “That's a cruel joke, Frank. You had me thinking I'd made an awful impression.”
Frank chuckled. ”Sorry, dollface.”
“You're forgiven.” You smiled sweetly. “And, since you asked SO nicely, I'm building a scarecrow.”
Brow furrowing, Frank's steps faltered, “A scarecrow?”
“Yeah, they're these little human-shaped statues that you put in the middle of your crops to scare the crows.” You explained, twinkle of jest in your eye as you smirked at him.
“I know what they are, smart ass.” Frank snorted, “I meant why're you buildin' one?”
You shrugged, eyes falling to the ground, “I, uh, I planted some crops a few weeks ago and the birds got to them as soon as theey sprouted. Guess I'm not too good at this whole 'farming' thing, huh?” The chuckle that left your mouth was humorless and sad. Frank's heart twisted in response.
“Hey now, you're tryin'. That's what matters.”
Giving an unsure smile, your lips twitched upwards. “Thanks, Frank.”
“Course, sweetheart. Did you want some help buildin' it?”
Tilting your head, your voice was laced with appreciative surprise, “You'd do that?”
Nodding solemnly, Frank gave what he hoped was an encouraging smile. “In a heartbeat, dollface.”
With a giggle, you took his free hand and pulled him all the way back to your house.
A few hours, buckets of sweat, and a quick trip to Frank's place later, the two of you looked proudly at the tall, only slightly lopsided, scarecrow standing guard in your field.
Running a hand over the flannel shirt that composed the torso, a soft smile sprouted. “I hope you don't want this shirt back.“
Frank squeezed your shoulder. ”It looks better on him anyway.“
#frank castle#the punisher#frank castle x reader#frank castle x you#frank castle fanfiction#frank castle x female reader#frank castle imagine#frank castle fluff#the punisher netflix#the punisher x reader#the punisher imagine#punisher#nmcu#jon bernthal#jon bernthal fanfiction#my writing#fc#fall prompts 2023
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lovers 101 | j.t.k
jake kiszka x reader
word count: 3,753
content warnings: jake is still sexy (duh), teasing, lingerie (not really a warning but it's hot), getting drunk with your bestie, being a seductive lil baddie, slight exhibitionism kink??? maybe??, masturbation (f), choking (yes yes things are starting to spice up. i couldn't refrain anymore)
summary: embarrassment can't keep you down so it's time to up your game. who's going to win this round?
a/n: here's part 2 :) wasn't sure if i should post this but here we are anyway. def didn't intend for this to be slow burn but i feel like that's what it is so.... stay tuned lol
chapter 2- so young, so pretty, so unsatisfied
To put it simply, you were nervous, antsy as all hell, and still slightly embarrassed over your last interaction with Professor Kiszka. You paced around your room, replaying the tragic events that took place the other day. Practically drooling over your professor like a lovesick teenager?? Blushing at his words and getting so easily flustered?? This wasn’t like you at all.
What the hell was this man doing to you?
You groaned loudly and flopped backwards onto your bed, the sound prompting Lily to come over from her room.
“You look like you’re going through it, babe.” She joked.
Rubbing your face with your hands, you rolled your eyes, not that she could see.
“I embarrassed myself, Lil. There’s no coming back from this. And now I have to go back tomorrow morning and face him fully knowing that I made myself look like an idiot.” You sat up and shook your head, waving your hands in front of you. “I’m moving my seat to the back of the room. I need to hide for the rest of the semester.”
Lily laughed loudly at your hysterics, sitting down where you previously were on your bed. She gently whacked your arm with her hand to get you to turn around.
“Alright drama queen, here’s what you’re actually going to do.” You raised an eyebrow at her, signaling her to continue. “You’re going to get super dolled up, hair and makeup, put on a sexy little outfit, march your ass into that classroom, and make that man do a double take. No, a triple take! You’re going to sit front and center and embrace that badass succubus vibe I know you have.”
“Am I supposed to take that last bit as a compliment?”
Lily rolled her eyes at you, “Obviously.”
You sighed, thinking about her grand idea. “I don’t know if I can pull that off after the total trainwreck from the other day.”
“You can and you will! Also because I’m not giving you a choice. In fact,” she jumped up and walked towards your closet. “I’m going to pick out your outfit.”
You laid back down, accepting that you weren’t getting out of this and letting her do her thing. Lily had great taste, so you weren’t worried about the outfit itself, more so worried about Professor Kiszka’s reaction.
After a few minutes, you heard her toss several articles of clothing onto your bed, causing you to sit up and take a look. Seeing everything, you were impressed. She had picked a tight - and quite short - black mini skirt, a navy blue silk button down, and a pair of black over the knee heeled boots. She pulled a bunch of necklaces to layer and rings to match. Taking a closer look at the entire outfit, you laughed. “Are you trying to make me look like him?”
She smiled wide and winked at you. “Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, my dear.”
– –
That morning you gave yourself zero opportunity to question Lily’s plan. You got ready without thinking about anything else, curling your hair once again and taking time to paint a subtle smokey eye on your lids. You left the top three buttons of your top undone, making your layered necklaces more visible. Under your outfit, you wore a matching black lace lingerie set. You knew he probably wouldn’t see it, though, that was for your own confidence.
Lily gave you once over as you stepped into the kitchen, telling you how great you looked as you grabbed a quick breakfast and some tea to relax. Once again you found yourself taking a deep breath before leaving your apartment. You weren’t going to let him get to you this time.
– –
You took your seat front and center in Professor Kiszka’s classroom. This time, he was there at his desk before you arrived. Once you sat down, taking your laptop out and placing it on your desk, you crossed your legs and looked ahead at his desk. He looked up at the class, seeing the room fill with students. As his eyes roamed around, he stopped at you, giving you a quick smile before turning, then rapidly moving his head back to your direction. He stared at you with wide eyes and you watched with a smug look on your face as he swallowed thickly.
Point 1: you.
You waved at him and smirked, tossing your hair over your shoulder to bring his attention to your chest. Your appearance was subtle enough to not make it abundantly clear to your classmates that you were essentially dressed like the man of the hour, but there was no way he wouldn’t notice.
He was struggling to look away from you, occasionally meeting your eyes when he wasn’t shamelessly looking over every inch of you. You impressed yourself with your ability to maintain your confidence, not the slightest touch of red to be found on your cheeks. Once his eyes found yours again, you winked at him before directing your attention to your notes. He cleared his throat and looked back down at the papers and textbooks on his desk, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible as he adjusted his pants.
You moved to spark up a conversation with Lily, who was sitting next to you, but found she was already staring at you with a devious look on her face. You chuckled and shook your head, fully knowing what she was going to say before it even came out of her mouth.
“You. Are. Iconic.” She slowly clapped her hands, being sure to not make too much sound, lest she draws Professor Kiszka’s attention to the two of you.
“Lil, I barely did anything. It was all your outfit.” Okay fine, you winked. You tried to look a little bit seductive. But other than that, you didn’t do all that much.
“Oh don’t sell yourself so short. The outfit is bangin’ but clothes are just clothes until they’re on a body.” Something about her words made you feel even better about yourself. You thought you looked pretty good, but it didn’t hurt to get some extra confirmation. “Plus I saw that face you gave him. And that saucy little wink. You had him so flustered it was genuinely entertaining.”
“Should I push my luck a bit more today or just leave it at that?” You had a few other thoughts and ideas, but how much would be too much in one hour long period? The last thing you wanted to do was come on too strong all at once and look desperate. At the same time, you didn’t think he would mind much.
Lily clasped her hands together in between the both of you, looking like she was about to plead with you. “Oh god, yes please. I need to see more.”
Before you could respond, Professor Kiszka clapped and spoke to get the class’s attention, indicating he was starting his lecture.
“And although I know you’re all super interested in the material I'm teaching, just keep in mind, your notes are going to make or break your grade in this class. The more detailed and organized the better,” he turned his attention directly at you before finishing his sentence. “So make sure your focus is on me.”
Your mouth ran dry. He definitely caught you off guard with that one, and you both knew it. It wasn’t even a direct command and yet you found yourself wanting to listen, not wanting to disobey him.
No. You weren’t going to let him get to you with something as simple as that. You closed your eyes and mentally shook yourself out of your present state. He wanted to play games? Fine, you’d play along.
You decided it would be too easy to try something else right away, especially when he likely expected it, so you waited. You took your notes, participated here and there when need be, and gave the absolute bare minimum of direct attention to him.
If you hadn’t been typing the whole class, he would’ve thought you were completely ignoring his existence, and for a reason he couldn’t place, he didn’t like that at all. He was enjoying the coy back and forth. He realized he thoroughly enjoyed watching you get flustered and squirm in your seat. In fact, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t give him a bit of an ego boost.
But more than that, the little bit of teasing you’d shown him made his head spin. You were bold for showing up in an outfit similar to his. The physical reaction he had to the sight of you emulating his own appearance was entirely out of his control. He, of course, maintained professionalism to the best of his ability, but that short skirt… the undone buttons on your blouse… that sexy little wink. Fuck. He wanted nothing more than to bend you over his desk and take you right then and there.
Even he didn’t realize the class had ended until his watch buzzed, the alarm he set indicating his time was up for the day. As everyone gathered their belongings, he made a strong effort to keep his eyes glued to his desk, trying as hard as he could to review his own notes and clear his head.
He managed to keep his head down, and he was impressed with his own self control, which you seemed to be testing. At the sound of your laugh, his head lifted, finding it impossible to avoid looking in your direction. The second he caught sight of you, he groaned, praying to whatever may exist in the universe that none of the remaining students heard him.
There you were, bent over grabbing your bag, the length of your skirt, or rather the lack thereof, left little to the imagination. His gaze was stuck on your body, on the skin of your upper thighs, which he couldn’t help but imagine marking with bruises from his hard grip or his mouth. He looked as closely as he could, and in doing so, saw the tiniest bit of black lace under your skirt.
‘Fuck me.’ He thought. He watched as you stood up, turning around to leave the room, but not before meeting his eyes. You walked up to his desk, Lily hot on your trail, and leaned over. If your cleavage presented itself in front of him, so be it.
“Have a great weekend, sir.” You walked away before he could speak.
Yeah, you were definitely going to have fun with this.
– –
Lily insisted on going out for drinks that night, stating celebratory shots were needed after today’s class. Professor Kiszka might have had you for a second, but you certainly won by the end of the class. Even you couldn’t deny you felt like hot shit, and it was written all over your face.
Both of you ended up drinking way more than you had planned, eventually deciding it would be best to uber home. You knew your hangover tomorrow would beat the last one by miles, but you couldn’t find it in you to be very bothered. You had a great night and knowing that you and Professor Kiszka were definitely on the same page sent a tingle throughout your body.
Once you got back to your apartment, you grabbed water for Lily and yourself and got into pajamas. After cleaning the makeup from your face, you headed to your room, passing Lily’s on the way and seeing her face down on her bed, completely passed out. You left the water and a couple tylenol on her nightstand, knowing she’d need it upon waking up.
Despite being ready for bed, you couldn’t fall asleep. Not a single part of you was tired enough to pass out, even after all you’d had to drink. All you could think about was Professor Kiszka. How he stared you down, eyes roaming every inch of your body with hunger in his eyes. The way his knuckles turned white as he gripped the desk in front of him, as if he was holding himself back from pouncing on you right then and there.
Your eyes fluttered shut and you found yourself trailing your hand down your abdomen, gently caressing the skin before sliding it beneath your shorts and underwear. You imagined it was his hand, rather than your own; your drunken state and vivid imagination helping the sensation.
Two of your fingers slipped between your folds and you moaned at how wet you already were. If only he knew how worked up he had made you without even laying a hand on you. You toyed with your clit for a moment, rubbing small, tight circles over the sensitive bud, before inserting your ring and middle fingers into your dripping heat. Your back arched and you whimpered as you curled them, your thoughts completely consumed by your Professor. You wished more than anything that it was his hands on you, one of them around your throat and the other pumping into your core.
It was baffling how quickly your release came to you, only a few more curls of your fingers before you felt your orgasm peak, your vision going blurry from a combination of your intoxicated state and your sheer desire for a man you’d yet to have. Your body shook in the aftermath, your breathing heavy and sweat dripping from your hairline. Only a few minutes passed before you fell asleep, subconsciously hoping to dream of the very man occupying your thoughts.
– –
The weekend flew by and before you knew it, it was Monday once again. This time, as you got ready for your Eastern Euro class, you didn’t need any assistance from Lily. Your clear success from Friday’s class had your confidence through the roof, and you planned on keeping your winning streak going. You wanted to push Professor Kiszka even more, loving his barely subtle reactions more than you probably should have.
Given the fact that it was getting slightly colder out - an indicator of the impending fall weather - you decided to go with a long sleeve burgundy dress and heeled black booties. Your dress was perhaps too short, unlikely to keep any part of your legs warm, but you weren't overly concerned. You finished your look with your usual loose curls and simple eye makeup, not wanting to take the time doing more and not feeling like it was necessary.
Lily couldn’t stop sharing her thoughts on the way to campus. She’d been going on and on the entire time about what you could do to get Professor Kiszka’s attention, but everything seemed too obvious to you. You knew that regardless of what you did, you had to be careful. It was still a taboo circumstance and if any of your classmates caught on, you could get in serious trouble. You had your own plan though, not that you were about to share that with Lily.
Traffic had caused you two to run a bit behind schedule, forcing your walk to class to be much faster to prevent being late. Luckily you made it just in time, quickly taking your seat at the front of the room in front of Professor Kiszka, who happened to be leaning casually on the front of his desk. The sleeves of his button down were rolled up enough to give you a lovely view of his arm muscles flexing as he held himself up against the wood. You took note of a long scar on his left forearm, its existence making you realize you still knew nothing about the man you were shamelessly pining over.
You watched as he looked you over, his arms folding across the front of his body as he slowly grazed his tongue over his bottom lip. You smiled at him, giving a tiny wave that no one other than Lily would’ve been able to see.
Class proceeded as usual, although this time, Professor Kiszka refrained from making any comments towards you. In fact, when you thought about it - and of course you did - he hadn’t been paying much attention to you at all. That simply would not suffice.
As he spoke, you cleared your throat, definitely much louder than you needed to. Your effort to snatch his attention worked though, and you smiled to yourself as he looked over, watching you while he continued his lecture. Just as he was about to turn to face another section of the class, you lifted your legs to uncross them, holding his gaze the entire time. As you moved to switch positions, you spread your legs, giving him a clear view of the red lace panties you’d put on this morning.
He hesitated for a moment, his sentence pausing abnormally as his jaw fell and his eyes nearly bulged from his head. You allowed him to look for a few more seconds before crossing your legs once more. You huffed a soft laugh as he tried to cover his odd behavior. When he forced out a very fake sneeze, you covered your mouth, unable to stop the laughter.
“Sorry everyone. That was… quite intense.” he released a laugh of his own to lighten the mood, but you knew he was flustered, and your hypothesis was only proven correct when he walked back to his desk to take a seat.
He refused to look at you for the rest of the class and his voice had taken on a much sterner tone. You couldn’t help but overthink his behavior. Had you taken it too far? You hoped not, but the stressed feeling you had refused to go anywhere, and you turned into yourself until the class had ended.
You decided to get out of the classroom as fast as you could once you were able to. You didn’t want to stick around for any of the usual playful back and forth between you and Professor Kiszka. Admittedly, you felt a bit defeated. It felt like you were back to square one. Maybe you should’ve gone with one of Lily’s ideas instead.
As the two of you walked towards the door, you heard Professor Kiszka call out your name. You turned around to show that you had heard him, Lily looking as well.
“Can I speak to you privately for a moment?” His voice was soft as he spoke to you, but it sounded deeper than it typically was. You felt a mixture of anxiety and lust at his words, still entirely uncertain as to what he wanted to talk about. You told Lily you’d be out in a bit, and she closed the door before heading to her car.
You walked over to his desk, standing in front of it and watching as he stood up to stand in front of you. This was the closest you two had gotten, your pulse starting to race at the proximity. He still hadn’t spoken which made you even more nervous, and you were convinced he could tell by the way your eyes darted back and forth between his.
“You know,” he began. “I’ve been teaching for a fairly long time. I’m good at what I do, and I enjoy it. Not a single person or thing has ever distracted me from doing my job.” he inched closer to you before continuing, each of his arms taking place on the desk on either side of your body, effectively trapping you where you stood. Only a few inches remained between the two of you, the space getting increasingly smaller as he leaned in to whisper directly into your ear. “Until you.”
Your body betrayed you as you breathed out a soft moan at the feeling of his warm breath on your skin, your eyes shutting on their own accord. You felt him huff a short laugh at your reaction, his head moving in front of yours, and his feet shifting to step even closer to you. His thumb came up to your bottom lip, rubbing along the plump skin before pulling it down the slightest bit.
“Such a pretty sound from such a pretty mouth.”
Any confidence you’d had earlier was gone. The man before you was unraveling you quicker than you thought possible, and he hadn’t even done anything yet. He smirked at you, knowing he was winning, and the stubbornness inside of you hated it. You wanted to throw him off just as much as he had done to you, so without a second thought, you stared him down and took his thumb into your mouth, sucking on it before swirling your tongue around the digit. The cocky expression that had found a home on his face immediately fell, his jaw clenching at your action.
“What’s wrong, Professor?” you asked, teasing him. “Not so big and bad anymore, huh?”
Oh you were really pushing your luck now.
Both of his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you into him harshly. His grip was firm, exactly how you had imagined it, and you hoped there would be at least a few faint marks in its wake after your encounter.
You looked up at him with wide eyes, anticipating his next words. Those big, innocent looking eyes were starting to get to him; he felt himself harden even more. He wanted you so god damn badly. He wanted to watch you fall apart beneath him, screaming his name over and over until it was the only word you knew.
He composed himself. It seemed as though the two of you were constantly trying to one up the other, never wanting to be seen faltering for more than a brief moment. It was a cat and mouse game that neither of you were willing to lose.
His right hand traveled up the side of your body slowly, the touch feather light, causing you to shiver. You thought he was going to place it on your cheek to kiss you; you were craving his lips on yours more than anything. Rather than make the move you expected, his hand stopped on your neck, moving from the side to the front and wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. He stared you down, his eyes dark with lust.
“First of all, when it’s just you and me, call me Jake,” he paused, feeling you swallow under the firm grip of his hand “And second, you have no idea just how big and bad I can be, sweetheart.”
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IDBSJSJSKDJ HELLO! So I live in Alabama and wanted to give a bit of information! Where I live horses have the same rights and perhaps more as a car does on the highway, lots of creepy old abandoned churches and a whole lot of coyote howling at night. (There's a possum that lives under my house, his name is Jeffrey, I throw cheese at him sometimes) sometimes the coyotes get domesticated because people think they're weird looking dogs honestly, and this does actually happen more than you would think. We can and will fight a bitch, we do not care if we win or not, we're just fighting to shed some blood or to get a little anger out. Sometimes when you walk outside there's just a random fucking cow in your yard, it doesn't matter if there's a cattle farm beside your house or not, sometimes there will just be a cow and you will have to deal with it. Honestly all of us are like little cryptids, other that may just be me and my friends since we're a bunch of raging homosexuals ready to either fight God or become him. A lot of us down here value family a whole lot but I happen to value friends more since they're my found family but either way whoever you see as family or you are related to and you actually like them, put it like this, we will literally kill someone for you. Yeah. Also people down here are so stubborn that we would face God and flip him off while Moon walking backwards into hell as my friend put it. Oh! We also love our guns:) and our knives, also nearly all of my friends including myself know how to either pick a lock or hotwire a car 😃 concerning I know but anyways-
I've met people that have literally domesticated raccoons, possums, crows, and fucking coyotes. Honestly whether people realize it or not if you grow up in certain places in Alabama you will realize how much people practice witchcraft on the low, like I'm not even joking. That random ass bonfire you saw on the four lane? We were sacrificing a goat to Satan, or those random Sparks of fire you saw in the dark, yeah that was us. Honestly down here you learn to kind of just roll or either ignore all the weird shit, like sometimes it gets real quiet at night and you'll see a random pair of glowing eyes even though there's not a bright light source around you, either just ignore it or pay it no mind or give it a smile. Bc it ain't going away. Plus there's this cryptid that lives I think around the Rocky mountains called the not a deer? So there's that. Yeah also we hate stingy bitches, like we can understand if you're greedy because you don't have a lot of stuff but if you're greedy and you do have a lot of money or something then we're probably going to break your windows or key your car.¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (lmao sucks to be Crowley) I've got a lot more information I could give you but it's like 1:00 in the morning where I'm at and I have work tomorrow but yeah! Your blog is amazing lovely💜 (PS. We people down in the south give a LOT of nicknames, like suga', sweetheart, love, hun, honey, darlin', ETC. I myself have been told by multiple people that I have an extremely fake southern accent lol it gets thicker when I'm upset so it's kinda like Epels! ..... Now that I think about it this might be why I like him so much too-)
Crazy. We love it. I want to give Alabama a possum now-
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Happy Friday! Intrigued by FenrisxInquisitor post-Trespasser - maybe paired with ❛ name one hero who was happy. ❜ from the Hero starters?
A slightly different, in exact take on this prompt for @dadrunkwriting tonight!
Post-Trespasser AU: what if Ellana got Angery at the Egg Man instead of Sad? She’d join The Bull’s Chargers and travel around fucking Solas’ shit up and getting laid a bunch, that’s what. Enter Broody Glow-In-The-Dark Elf.
I think Fenris would be the perfect post-trespasser companion for the Inquisitor. 😍🤩
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“Shit! Fuck! Ass! Tits!”
Fenris’s ears twitched as the string of swears carried across the sparse plains. He cast a concerned glance over his shoulder, but no one else seemed to be worrying.
Krem glanced up from his stew-laden trencher at the elf. “She’s fine,” he assured his fellow Tevinter. Fenris fixed him with a carefully guarded look. “Just training. ‘S been tough for her to get used to the new arm, that’s all.”
“So help her,” came the blunt reply.
Krem considered throwing his spoon at the man’s head. “You think we haven’t tried? Last one of us that offered to help her train got bit.”
“I’ve still got the scar on me arse,” Dalish grumbled.
“I’m worried about her too, but she specifically ordered us to leave her alone when she’s training,” the lieutenant explained, a pained expression on his face. “I don’t like it, but she’s scary when she’s mad.”
Fenris stared silently at the fire for a long moment. The Chargers resumed their eating and noisy gossip and teasing. It was strange. The last time Fenris had travelled with such a large, close-knit group had been with the Fog Warriors, and they hadn’t been nearly so rambunctious and rowdy. The Chargers were like a big, obnoxious family; constantly giving each other shit, challenging each other to increasingly dangerous alcohol-fueled stunts, and making inappropriate jokes. Oddly, or maybe not, there was also an awful lot of sleeping around, and no one seemed to spend a night in the same tent as they did the previous evening. Including the Ex-Inquisitor.
Fenris got to his feet abruptly and shoved the remainder of his trencher at Grim, who accepted it without question. The elf turned on his heel and headed across the grassy field toward the frustrated swearing.
“What’re you doing?!” Krem shouted after him.
“I’m scary when I get mad, too,” came the terse reply.
The Chargers exchanged dubious glances.
“I’ve got ten gold he comes back with bite marks on his arse,” Dalish muttered.
“Twenty gold he comes back with bite marks on his ass,” Stitches raised. “But because sex reasons.”
“I’ll take that bet,” Rocky hurled a coin purse over the fire and Krem caught it with a heavy sigh.
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“Tiiiiiiiiiits!” Ellana threw her bow across the makeshift archery range she’d set up just inside a sheltered copse of trees on the outskirts of camp, where the dry plains began to give way to the sparse beginnings of a forest. Tears stinging the corners of her eyes, she fumbled in the pouch at her hip for the little can of oil she used to lubricate the metal workings of her prosthetic. The damn thing was jammed up again. Something about the way the gears were set up didn’t mesh well with the angle she had to haul back on her bow, and the damn thing kept jamming. Plus, it was heavy and difficult to hold steady enough to aim. Her arrows kept flying wildly off target, and she’d yet to even graze the straw dummy.
Her aim might have been off, but Ellana’s senses were as sharp as ever. There was a shift in the air behind her, alerting the elf to a new presence, one that wasn’t familiar. She swung her heavy prosthetic backwards, felt a shudder as the hit was blocked, then whipped around to jab with her right fist. A dark hand caught her wrist and twisted her around effortlessly.
“Fenris!” gasped Ellana. The taller man arched an eyebrow and released her hand.
“You’re trying to compensate too much for your bad arm,” he informed her. “It’s heavy enough, you don’t need to swing it back that hard.”
The young woman sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Thanks,” she griped, wandering away to flop down on a nearby tree stump. “Super helpful.”
Unsure how to respond to this unusual side of the former Inquisitor, Fenris hesitated before following and sliding down next to her. She was usually so cheerful, even after all she’d suffered. Now her walls were down, revealing the frustration, anger and tears she’d been covering with kindness, brilliant smiles, and flirtatious jokes. Her right hand covered her face, the wood and metal prosthetic on her left laying lifeless in her lap.
“I apologize,” he said simply. “I was only trying to help.”
“I don’t want help,” she muttered. “I want my fucking arm back, and failing that, I want to punch my ex-boyfriend in the fucking teeth.” The wooden fingers flexed dangerously.
Fenris couldn’t help a short bark of laughter. “I can help with one of those things,” he assured her.
A wry smile formed on her rosy lips. “Thanks. That is helpful.”
“I’m glad.” It came out softer than he had meant it to. Wide violet eyes met his, her expression open and vulnerable. It made his breath catch whenever she looked at him like that. He could sense the questions behind those sweet eyes, the tender curiosity that she never quite gave voice to. He was as afraid of what she might ask as he was of what the answer might be.
“Fenris,” she started, reaching out for his hand. He wasn’t sure what made him take it, her thin fingers resting lightly in his callused palm. “Varric once told me he mostly writes tragedies. I asked him why, and he said ‘Violet, when have you ever heard of a hero who had a happy ending?’”
“That does sound like Varric.”
She squeezed his hand hard, and Fenris had to bite his tongue to keep from complaining. He sometimes forgot how strong she really was. Even for an elf, she was so tiny it often completely escaped his mind that she was The Inquisitor. She’d defeated Corypheus more completely even than Hawke, a woman easily twice her size.
“I don’t think I want to be a hero anymore,” murmured Ellana, leaning her forehead against his shoulder. “I always liked happy endings.”
What did one say to that? Especially when those powerful shoulders started to shake with stifled tears.
Awkward and hesitant, Fenris slipped an arm around her. She leaned more heavily on him.
“Well,” he began, voice rasping with more feeling than he would have liked. “We’ll just have to make sure you get one, then.”
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Movie Review | Infinity Pool (Cronenberg, 2023)
This review contains spoilers.
There's a point the movie's trying to make about how wealth can shield you from consequences. I hesitate to call it novel or interesting, at least in how the movie explores this idea. The premise involves wealthy characters vacationing in a backwards-ass country where pretty much any crime is punished by execution, with the catch that if you have enough money, you can pay to have a clone, or "double", in the movie's speak, executed on your behalf. So the hero, after being "executed" for running over a local, joins up with a group of rich assholes as they partake in increasingly naughty antics with impunity, with the added thrill of getting to see themselves violently murdered repeatedly. (For the lulz.)
Which is all well and good for a horror movie premise. But for a movie that's supposed to startle you with shocking, gross, repulsive imagery, I never felt sufficiently shocked, grossed out or repulsed. (I should disclose that I'm the kind of person who thought it was a good idea to do a double feature of Forced Entry and Water Power last month, so clearly my definition of what is repulsive should be taken with a grain of salt.) This is directed by Brandon Cronenberg, son of another more famous Cronenberg you may have heard of, and he's very much following in his father's footsteps, to a fault. I compare those early movies from Papa Cronie, which had a certain crackling, punk rock energy, with gross out imagery that felt off the cuff, and this feels more studious, belaboured. Gross out imagery should get a jolt out of you. Creepy imagery should worm its way into your subconscious. What I saw here felt both too deliberately considered and at the same time, "level one" imagery. You get creepy masks, the hero standing in what looks like tomato soup (hopefully not gazpacho, as that would be uncomfortable), strobe light sex, all of which is wacky, but not much more than that. (Fellas, is it gay to pee on your own double?) The camera is trained on these sights intensely, so that any surprise they might have provided is sure to dissipate, rarely lingering once the movie cuts to something else.
Regarding the strobe light sex, Junior's erotic imagination seems limited compared to his father's, and I never got the sense that he found any of what was playing out to be terribly exciting or hot, even in theory. Compare that to the arcs of Videodrome and Scanners (and a whole bunch of other Papa Cronies) and you can see how those movies capture an empowering, sometimes erotic quality in the proceedings and actually try to make us complicit in what the heroes do. Junior observes from a distance, mocking the obnoxious rich assholes we're stuck spending time with. He's taking notes from the movies of his father and other esoteric horror filmmakers from generations past. He takes all of this and summarizes it into a movie which he presents to you in a gesture of obnoxious ingratiation, nudging you repeatedly as he speaks. "Hey man, wanna see something fucked up? Careful, things might get a little weird." Sure, Brandon.
I should be a bit more even handed and say that the movie didn't actively annoy me, just left me pretty unimpressed. At the very least, it's pretty nicely shot, and has some interesting visual ideas that might have worked better had they been freed from such overly deliberate presentation. I did like the scene where the villains taunt the hero by making him walk in front of their car while they heckle him and yell at him to walk faster, which is one moment that didn't feel mimeographed from Papa Cronie's movies and was pretty funny to boot. I think Alexander Skarsgard is quite good in the lead, or at least effectively cast, in that he brings a certain deadpan humour to the endless bad decisions he makes, and that his improbable handsomeness seems to be part of the joke. As for Mia Goth, I think early on when she's viewed from a distance, she brings a nice off kilter energy to her sexpot role. But as we get closer and her character comes into focus, the bigger swings she takes do more to demonstrate all the work she's putting into her performance than actually selling her character's state of mind. After seeing three of her acclaimed performances in a row (X, Pearl and this), I'm beginning to think I don't like her very much as an actress.
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No joke but this guy trying to ring the Lord has to go
He put stuff on our son's bike and twice now once on each and we're going to take him out.
He says he's an idea it's kind of dangerous but it works and he says that news people in social security and he can't get him to do what they want and our son knows how it works. And you can't get me money threatened social security because he doesn't have the AI
And we realize people have power get him funding and a lot of people know there are sons clan most powerful and got him a lot of stuff and is used this guy threatening him and that's all he's doing it's not power it's not smart it seems stupid
We agreed he doesn't really get it
Thor Freya
I sort of get something you don't think I'm powerful smart definitely don't have the AI and I'm high on it and those things won't prove it to him. And is trying for the keys to the apartment it's a low-life thing to do cuz someone just take your head that's what your collar means I kind of get that so we're trying to raise our Navy to get over there and I'm holding up to her and it's screwing it up as I plan to anything so an idiot and you wonder why I care so much I have to sit there and try and beat it into him force it into him threatening into him and hasn't done anything and he wants me to leave him alone and he says again we have to kill you and all your people for me to get anything that's what he says that sort of get something too I'm saying these things is not putting it all out there so the demand I put it out there all day he could care less I shouldn't be saying stuff to try and prove that I can do AI computing or have power it's a waste of time you have to prove it not say it or threaten me for it
That says all that and a lot of people do believe that because it is true I have a backwards method and it works sometimes most the time it doesn't
Trump
What are you an annoying person but what do you expect at the bottom of the barrel. Don't taking advantage of you and we're going to take tons of territory kick you out of areas and use you to take stuff in this laundry as we just began today just now
Zues Hera
We started yesterday no but we have other things to talk about for Christ's sake this guy's annoying but the ships are getting ready and they're going to go down there and he's holding on to Sherry and he's going to lose and Tommy apples their heads off and it's very gross and she's upset because he's a moron and thinks he's using people or close I really he does not do squat. We're up to a whole bunch of stuff and we have things to do we have orders and we have things to straighten out mostly we are getting ready to stop Trump from rampaging through our areas and to halt his progress and doing anything and the empire planned completely goes against his asos JC and Mary and they have influence still but he is not good at computing.
-there's a few other things that were starting up today and it's a program here and it is to bring in more housing believe it or not or asking for it they say yeah okay we just don't want to live in your crappy houses they're very crappy and there's other things too but we are starting actual projects probably not in Charlotte county yet but in Florida
-we have more to do and the status is in cash is in the eastern hemisphere with a Giants had a problem and they were prepping last night and you can see that Sherry was there and they have this experience going on yesterday but it's not complete that's going to be tonight and they'll lose their Giants there the whole world will see it again and they already saw it and the mainland but to see it on the island chains and all go investigate and find out they're killing everybody and they're going to get their asses kicked again so right now we are prepping for that
-we have factories that are coming alive and they are many factories all over the world there's a large number of them and they are being activated as we speak yes they're trying numbers of these factors that are being activated they are very big the percentage of restarts are approaching the 490% and it's getting to be much better and they had to be way up there and it is the right stuff mostly it's like 20% it's ridiculous once the idiots get beat up for money by their own there are other things happening but that is a major Plus and her son and daughter went to kick it in the pants and clean out a whole bunch of naysayers. It's a huge project that we began to reactivate factories and to get the economy going we do need help with it and a lot of it and we're looking for it and we do appreciate it and we're looking for it now. We need a lot of items and we do need a pronto so the idiot is threatening for his project to run and his wife is threatening for not to and she's the one who did that to the bike is not true had him do it and he said you have me do it she stopped me she says no to take it over eagles score and my son says you're dead to him because he was dead so what will you expect stupid moron I guess you're dead to rights and you're going to be gone it's free and have you killed I'll tell you how so no because I want to work now going after him he's a honor but she had him do it to draw attention to his people and get them out of the way included cheeseman and they got slaughtered and the project didn't work so she's a freaking idiot that's what they say and she really is but we need her out she keeps doing that thing that we need him dead but we usually have it happen to light them up and we got rid of a lot of them because of it
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can i request wandanat x r? r wants to propose to wandanat and has been sneaking around to hide her plans of proposal. wandanat thinks r is cheating and maybe leaves her? you decide but angst please and i just love all your work i can't stop re reading them💕
Ruined
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader x Natasha Romanoff
Warnings: cussing, arguing, very slight violence, cheating allegations
A/N: hi! thank you for your request! im flattered to know that you love and re read my work! i may or may not have intentionally left this on a cliffhanger whoops 🤭 <3
Ruined | Regret
Word Count: 1.8K | masterlist
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You had first met Wanda and Natasha when you were tasked with being the Avengers’ liaison. You were tasked to handpick missions that you believed required the attention of the heroes and assigned team members onto those missions.
You worked very closely with the team, you even lived with them in the compound for convenience. In the time spent working for them, you had grown super close to everyone; most especially Nat and Wanda.
It first started off with the pair going into your office, always asking for missions. You had found it odd considering they never took a break. You didn’t understand why they’d seek out missions when they were clearly exhausted. You figured that maybe they just loved helping people so much that they got excited and anxious for missions, but little did you know what their true intentions were.
They wanted to spend time with you. They wanted to observe you close up and not across a conference table. They wanted to know everything there was to know about you. As creepy as it was, they wanted to get close enough to know what you smelt like. They wanted to know what your lips tasted like. They wanted the relationship with you to surpass professionalism.
Eventually, the two Avengers stopped asking for missions when they came in; they just went to your office for the sake of going there. They’d bring you various lunches every single day and shower you with small compliments.
You’d brushed it off as the women being very good friends that just so happened to be flirts. You were wrong. They were interested in you, in the same way you were in them. You couldn’t help but admire the two beautiful women.
Their green eyes, fit bodies, and kind smiles were a recipe for disaster, in the best way possible. With one look, you’d drop to your knees and do whatever they wanted. They just had to say the word and you would do it, no hesitation. Yeah, it sounds absolutely ridiculous, but it’s painfully and embarrassingly true.
Over the course of time, you had grown closer to Wanda and Nat. Your daily lunches turned into daily movie nights and dinners too. You saw them all the time and you didn’t mind it one bit.
They finally asked you out after a year of spending time with and getting closer to you. It was safe to say, you instantly agreed with a smile on your face as you let out an, “of course! fucking finally!”
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Now, you had been dating the two women for five years. Yeah, it’s been a long ass time, but it still wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to spend forever with Wanda and Nat.
You wanted to get an actual house in the suburbs together. Not an apartment in the middle of New York, but a place you could call home. You craved the domesticity of it all.
You wanted to settle down and have kids with them somehow; whether it be by adoption or via surrogate. You just wanted to have a family of your own with the two woman you loved more than anyone or anything in the universe.
So, you’ve been sneaking around trying to keep your secret, well… a secret. You were planning on proposing to your girlfriends. Yes, this was a very huge step in a relationship, but you felt as though it was the right time. You guys had been together for five years! You were practically married to them already!
You would sneak off suddenly during your usual movie nights with Wanda and Nat or before breakfast to go and meet with different jewelers. You didn’t want to go into a store and buy their rings. That was not an option in the slightest. They were special and deserved special rings. They needed rings that were as unique and one of a kind as they were. It’s what Wanda and Nat deserved.
So, you were constantly leaving, whether it be early in the morning or the late hours of the night, on the search for someone who could make your ideas for their rings, a reality. You would hide your phone from Wanda and Nat’s view and even changed your passcode in order to prevent them from finding out. You’d face your phone down whenever you left it in a room with the pair, as well.
Unfortunately, in your excitement of what was to come, you didn’t realize how suspicious your behavior had been. You figured that you were being pretty discreet, coming up with pretty believable excuses. You even had some of the team help you with your lies, since you let them know what you had planned.
However, you forgot you were dating a world class spy and a witch. You were wrong, obviously. As each day passed, your girlfriends worried and assumed the worst. They let their minds spiral and searched for worst case scenarios. The worst one of all seeming the most likely; infidelity. They came to the conclusion that you were cheating on them.
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Natasha and Wanda cried to one another on one of the nights you bolted off and zoomed out of the apartment with a lame excuse.
Wanda sat on the couch as Nat held her in her arms. They both had tears cascading down their faces as their thoughts were plagued by you; by your supposed betrayal.
“How? How could she do this to us? After everything we’ve been through? She’s goes and cheats on us?” Wanda spoke brokenly as she released a sob. Natasha pulled Wanda closer, the Sokovian woman placing her head in the crook of Nat’s neck.
“I don’t know. I really don’t know, Wanda. All I know is, this can’t go on any longer.” Natasha spoke, trying to keep her voice steady, but her voice failed her. She came out shaky as the sadness and hurt seeped in. You had betrayed them, or so they thought.
They sat there in the same position, waiting for your return. Finally, four hours later. You had come back to the apartment.
You were ecstatic as you made your way up to the front door. You finally found a jeweler that could make the perfect rings for Wanda and Nat! You couldn’t wait to get on one knee and present the rings to the two women who would forever hold your heart. You were over the moon excited right now.
However, your joy was quickly wiped away the second you stepped foot into the apartment. You took in the sight of Wanda and Natasha on the couch, staring at you with dried and fresh tears on their faces. You instantly shut the door and tossed your keys onto the counter as you rushed towards your girlfriends worriedly.
“Nat, Wands, what’s wrong loves?” You asked as you approached them, but Natasha abruptly stood up before you could get too close.
“Don’t you take another fucking step!” Nat snapped at you, and you stumbled backwards a little, in total shock. Your concern increased as you looked between the fuming redhead and the heartbroken looking brunette.
“Did something happen? What’s wrong?” You were so confused and desperately wanted to comfort your girlfriends. You don’t recall doing anything that could anger and upset them this much.
“Yeah, something happened. Our girlfriend is a fucking pathetic, cheating ass bitch who can’t keep it in her pants.” Natasha spoke with venom dripping from her tone. You literally let out a gasp, her words physically hurting you.
“What the hell are you talking about? I’m not cheating on you guys! I love you both more than you guys could even imagine!” You raised your voice, getting frustrated with the situation.
Wanda suddenly stood up and stuck beside Nat. She stared at you with anger clouding her sadness now.
“You’re not cheating on us? Then why the hell have you been running off at weird hours of the day? Why have you been hiding your phone from us?” Wanda began to fire a bunch of questions towards you.
You froze in your place. The answers to their questions weren’t what they thought they would be. The true answers were the complete opposite of cheating, you were acting weird because you were planning on proposing! But you couldn’t tell them that!
You stood silently as the two women stared at you, breathing heavily. They took your silence as confirmation of their suspicions.
“We fucking knew it. You’re a fucking joke, Y/N. Were we not enough for you? Was two women not enough for you?” Wanda inched her way towards you, eyes glowing red.
You backed away, not in fear, but in sadness. You really wished you could tell them the real reasons behind your behavior, but you couldn’t without blowing up your surprise.
“Did you really think you could go behind our backs without us noticing?” Wanda continued to stalk towards you, like she was about to murder you.
“I swear to you both, I would never, ever, cheat on you guys. You’re both more than enough for me. You’re my home, I’d never jeopardize that.” You tried to convince your girlfriends to believe you, but they weren’t having it.
“Stop lying to us!” Wanda screamed out as she sent you flying back with a scarlet colored blast as she used her powers on you. Your back connected with the front door as you groaned. That was going to be a huge bruise later, for sure.
“I’m not lying. When have I ever lied to you both, huh? Why the fuck would I start now?” You asked exasperatedly as you stood up slowly. You cringed at the pain radiating from your back.
“And here you go again, more lies coming out of your slutty mouth. The fucking nerve you have, Why don’t you go and fuck whoever you’ve been seeing and leave us alone?” Natasha spoke as she moved forward, placing her hand firmly on Wanda’s waist.
Before you even have the chance to speak, Wanda opened the door with her powers and tossed you out of the apartment. She abruptly slammed the door in your face. Wanda and Nat’s angry, pain-filled faces and scarlet colored magic being the last things you saw before the door blocked your vision with a harsh slam.
You sat on the ground in front of the door in shock. They thought you were cheating on them. They didn’t want anything do with you now. What the fuck were you supposed to do now? What did this mean for your proposal? Should you cancel on the jeweler? Or should you hold out hope and pray that they’ll hear you out eventually?
All you did know was that your proposal had been ruined regardless. Whether you told them about your plans or not, the moment was doomed the minute they began to suspect cheating.
Withholding the information from them, caused them to push you away. But now that you look at it, if you had just told them about the proposal, you’d at least be in their arms right now and not on the floor of your apartment complex hallway with tears streaming down your face.
You were at a loss, and you didn’t know if you could gain back the trust of the women you loved.
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secrets
pairing: sapnap x fem!reader
summary: you and sap develop a secret sexual relationship.
warnings: switch!sapnap, switch!reader, smoking, dirty talk, semi-public sex, thigh riding, orgasm denial, humiliation kink, degradation kink, pet names, oral (m!receiving), spit kink, drunk sex, pain kink, daddy kink
word count: 1.8k
smut under the cut
you can still remember when it started.
at first, a lingering glance or two while you were with friends. then subtle touches sometimes, always leaving you wanting more. a sly comment, a sexual joke, a teasing lilt.
the first time you did anything, though, was at a party at his house. everyone else passed out on the couch, the both of you moved to his room, lying on his bed, passing a half-smoked blunt back and forth lazily. chase atlantic flowed softly in the background and you found yourself staring at the way the smoke left his parted lips. no words were shared, but you could feel the energy shift when he sat up on one elbow, looking down at you. the dark purple lights of his room only further blurred your senses until all you could think of were his mouth and how much you wanted it on yours. your heart stopped in your chest as you both leaned in, his breath gently fanning your face as he got closer, then kissing each other, hesitant at first but then with all of the passion and nerves built up over the past several months.
it only escalated from there, and fast, as you quickly discovered your overwhelming need for each other, despite the risk of sneaking around your friend group.
the tension left you a breathless bundle of nerves each time you hung out with the group, silently contemplating how to be near each other without rousing suspicion.
it was no different this time; karl invited the group over to his house for a movie night.
everyone scattered on the floor and chairs, you glanced at sapnap panicked, not knowing where to sit.
“sap, y/n! good to see you! come sit here!” alex nods to the corner of the couch opposite where he rests, except there is only room for sap to sit, and nowhere else comfortable for you to go.
sapnap sits confidently, outstretching his arms and spreading his legs. he smirks as you search for somewhere else to go, silently calling you over with two fingers, first pointed at you, then down at his lap.
heat rushes to your face as you shuffle over, stumbling a bit as he firmly pulls you onto his lap, securing you in place with an arm around your waist. he pulls a blanket over the two of you, pushing you down and forcefully opening your legs so you’re sitting directly on his thigh. you squirm nervously but he only tightens his grip before leaning in your ear and whispering low enough so only you can hear, “you like that, don’t you, kitten?” you can hear the smirk in his voice and hate that he’s right as the wetness between your legs grows to be unbearable.
the combination of the pressure on your lower stomach from his arm, his chest pressing warmly in your back, his breath lightly fanning your neck, his rich musk and cologne, and his lightly bouncing leg make the pleasure too much to stay quiet. his thigh feels so good against your aching sex and you bite your knuckle to try and stop yourself from moaning. you're thankful that the lights are off and no one is really paying attention to you, but the light humiliation of doing something like this when others are around still feels embarrassing, only adding to your nerves.
sap gently but firmly grabs your hips with his hands and moves you backwards so you're further nuzzled in his chest; it would have been comforting if not for the bunched fabric of his shorts now rubbing against you, making you open your legs and lean your head back on his shoulder with a pleasured sigh. just when you felt yourself nearing your finish, sapnap cruelly closes your legs and swings them across his lap, pouting in feigned sympathy at your hurt expression.
"awh, kitten, you didn't really think i'd let you cum that easy?" his mouth forms into a smile, and you swore in that moment you'd get him back.
your opportunity arose the next time the group got together. alex wanted to have a cooking stream with the both of you, and you found yourself fantasizing of all the different ways you would get him alone.
you decided to tease him the minute the camera turned on, not being able to resist his embarrassed expression, and it certainly lived up to your expectations.
"hello chat! today we're doing another cooking stream!" alex says to the camera, waving his hand over the array of ingredients splayed on the table.
"okay, flour first, right?" sap is stood next to you, and you reach past him for the bag of flour, brushing against his chest and leaning forward, giving him full view to your panties as your skirt lifts up a bit.
you hear him inhale sharply and you hide a smirk as you continue with the stream.
the three of you laugh at your own ridiculousness as you somehow manage to create a cake mass of chocolate and dough, frosted meticulously as if it would fall apart any minute.
"all right chat, should we do a taste test?" alex struggles to cut a piece and tries it for the chat.
you swipe a finger along the top, collecting a bit of frosting, then making eye contact with sap as you suck it off, batting your eyelashes. his face reddens and he gulps as his eyes trail down your body.
alex remains completely unaware as he jokes to the chat and wraps up the stream.
the second the camera turns off, the flushed boy next to you takes your wrist and says to alex, "i have to use the bathroom. y/n, you know where that is, right?"
you stifle a laugh and ignore alex's confused expression as you're whisked away to the bathroom, watching sapnap fumble to lock the door.
you step toward him slowly, drinking in every moment.
you lean toward his reddened face, taking him in a messy kiss. before he can take control of the situation, you say: "can't wait until we're alone, huh? needy boy," you smirk before licking a wet stripe up his neck, sinking to your knees and praying he stays quiet.
you unbuckle his belt, staring up at his nervous face before taking him in your mouth. he instinctually tangles a hand in your hair and you let him; he pulls it harder as a couple moans escape from his throat when he's about to finish, rushing to put his palm against his mouth in embarrassment. you admire his flushed face and blissful yet guilty expression, but remember your mission, and slide his cock from your wet mouth, getting up from the floor.
"that's what you get for teasing me." a devious smile makes its way across your lips as you wipe his precum from your face; his furrowed brow and pathetic look reassured you that this was definitely worth it.
and yet you secretly hoped he would punish you for it.
which is why when he threw a big get-together at his place, you were nothing short of anxious and scattered. before you knew it your mind was racing, fantasizing of all the things sap would do to you, and with a ton of people over, no less.
the night passed in an agonizing blur until everyone was pretty drunk, the lights dim and rap playing through a speaker.
the group sitting on the couch in the living room, you make your way to the kitchen to refill your cup. leaning your elbows on the counter, your eyes trail over the array of alcohol, trying to decide just how drunk you wanted to be tonight.
you hadn't noticed sapnap enter until he cleared his throat.
"interesting outfit choice, y/n," he sucks his teeth. you chose a short, form-fitting silk dress for the occasion; of course he commented on it, that was your intent after all.
"do you like it?" you feign innocence, making your way over to him and placing your hands flat against his chest.
he looks down at you with a fire growing in his gaze, finally meeting your eyes. he nods his head towards the stairs, a demand rather than a question.
you giddily follow him to his room, watching him lock the door.
"the first place we ever fooled around, huh?" your smirk is short lasting as you notice the stern look on sapnap's face.
"sit down."
you obey without a second thought as he walks over to you, grabbing your jaw in his large hand.
"open."
you listen still, and your growing arousal only worsens when he cruelly spits in your open mouth, telling you to swallow.
you submit in silence as he pulls you up for a heated wet kiss before pushing you back on the bed and flipping you over. you feel him lift up the end of your dress and exhale a short laugh at your thin, lace lingerie.
"god, you're such a slut, y/n," he smacks your exposed ass, causing you to let out a whimper muffled by the bed sheets.
he leans down by your ear and confirms your consent before roughly pulling your panties down to your knees and starting to fuck you from behind.
your attempts to quiet your moans are useless.
the sound and smell of sex fill his darkened room; the feeling of him roughly thrusting in and out of you is more pleasurable than you can bear. you know it's good but you're just so sensitive you can't help but squirm under his touch.
a large hand tangles in your hair and pulls it back, lifting your head from the sheets.
with a strangled moan, you say, "oh my god, harder, daddy, please."
you had never called anyone this before, but it just felt so fitting. it certainly fueled his ego enough to let out a moan and grip your hair even tighter.
his hands roam your body, smacking your ass harder this time, leaving a red mark, and moving to your throat, harshly pulling you up so your back is flush against him.
"who's making you feel this good?" he mutters in your ear through gritted teeth.
"f-fuck! you are, you are, daddy, no one but you."
"that's what i thought. don't forget who's in charge here, huh?"
he pants and lets out a throaty moan as he finishes inside of you, you following a moment later.
you can't conceal your pleasured mewls as he pulls your panties back up and kisses you slowly, not nearly as mean as before.
you relish in the come down as you and sapnap rejoin the group downstairs, trying to be discreet.
alex, with a face red from alcohol, upon the sight of the pair of you in the doorway, lets out a laugh.
"next time you fuck, wait until we're gone, alright?"
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Can I ask for drunk Nesta flirting with Cassian in front of the ic and him getting all flustered but being secretly pleased about it???
Hell yeah you can! I love this idea! It wasn’t specified so I’m going modern here just because I’m not really sure where this could’ve happened in the canon timeline without a bunch of other factors impeding. Also I’m throwing in a dash of my fav jealous Cassian 😏
It wasn’t that Cassian didn’t want to be there. Well, no, actually that was exactly what it was. Cassian didn’t want to be there. He was exhausted and he hadn’t gotten to the gym that morning and he had a massive deadline that Rhys kept insisting they could push back but Cassian didn’t want to. He just wanted to go home and finish his report and maybe have a glass of whiskey to close off a truly awful week.
But Feyre’s art exhibit opened earlier that week and he hadn’t even gotten to see it yet and so it wasn’t like he could blow off her big party when he already felt like the world’s worst friend.
And he was completely lying to himself and everyone else. He didn’t want to be there because he didn’t want to watch Eris Vanserra’s slimy ass mill about the elegantly decorated, high ceilinged, natural light dripping, beautiful space, with his eyes glued to Nesta’s ass as if it was the art they were meant to be appreciating.
Did Cassian also appreciate every inch of her body like it had been sculpted by Michelangelo? Yeah but that was besides the point. And he had the respect to do it subtly.
“Remind me why he’s invited,” Cassian grumbled into his overpriced merlot. Because apparently only wine was classy enough for these fancy, classy, art events.
“He’s Lucien’s brother.” Azriel also didn’t look impressed by Eris’ uninvited hand on the small of Nesta’s back. Or the way he kept refilling her glass before she asked or was even done. “And he’s richer than Midas and spends a lot of that money on art.”
Cassian rolled his eyes. “We have as much money as he does.”
“Yes but you know Feyre’s rule. No family purchases. She doesn’t want to be a success just because Rhys could buy and sell this entire gallery.” Azriel was stoic as usual. Betraying no opinion on the matter.
It was several hours of carefully constructed comments where Cassian pretended he knew anything about art and pretended his neck wasn’t getting increasingly hot under his collar as Eris kept glued to Nesta’s side.
Cassian had no right to be jealous. He knew that. He and Nesta weren’t anything. Casual flirting. Witty banter. Eternal, pining, unrequited love on his end that she didn’t even seem to notice or care about. So fine. Maybe Eris was her type. It wasn’t his place to interfere.
Except that she really needed a glass of water right now and-
Cassian’s hand darted out on instinct as Nesta walked past him, wobbling a little on her completely impractical shoes.
“Careful sweetheart.”
He braced for the hissed don’t call me that, but When he looked up Nesta was blinking slowly through a hazy wall of the wrong wine.
The wrong wine because Eris had been giving her a Nappa Cab Sauv all night when she preferred old world Syrah. Which was probably why she kept drinking it so quickly, looking for her opportunity to get what she really wanted.
“Cass,” she smiled. It was a little lopsided and definitely off kilter, but even through her wine brain he could see that she was playing at something. Nesta had never called him Cass in his life. “It’s so good to see you!” Her voice went up a full octave and she pressed her entire body against his as she hugged him.
The display turned a few heads in their direction. It was mostly just family at this point, and Eris who couldn’t learn how to take a fucking hint. Technically, he supposed, Eris was family. Nesta’s fucking brother in law. Was that how it worked? Was the brother of the person your sister married also your brother in law? Brother in law once removed?
Not important, moron. Drunk Nesta. Body. Wrapped in a tight sheath dress and clinging to him. Cassian closed his hands around her back and got lost for a minute.
Holding her against him like she was made to fit in his arms. Breathing in her scent like he could capture it in a bottle and spray it on his pillow every night before he went to bed.
Someone cleared their throat. Feminine. High pitched. Mor.
Nesta had already let go and was smirking at him a little. He dropped his hands immediately. “Um, yeah, always a pleasure.”
“Interesting choice of words,” Nesta’s grin was feline. She was definitely up to something. And normally he would make a stupid remark, probably something about how much more pleasurable the evening would be back at his apartment, except that she was drunk and his entire family was staring and Eris was still standing there.
“Can I get you a glass of water?” It seemed like the right thing to say. To offer. Feyre smiled a little, a silent thank you. Azriel was covering a laugh, Mor was watching them both with narrowed eyes like a hawk, and Rhys honestly couldn’t have cared less. Nesta’s eyes narrowed. “Or maybe throw you into a pool,” Cassian joked stupidly.
“You should probably buy me dinner before offering to get me wet.” Someone dropped a glass. Cassian honestly thought it might have been him and he wouldn’t have noticed. Not in that moment. Not with Nesta looking at him through hooded eyes and talking about…
He could do this. His pants were not getting tight. Not at all. Because he wasn’t a damn teenager.
“I- um- do you-”
Nesta burst out laughing. It was a sound he’d never heard from her. She was usually all sultry under her breath snorts or ironic guffaws. Full, deep, angels singing, laughter was not usual for Nesta.
As evidenced by the fact the no one was even pretending not to be watching them anymore.
“I’ve got her.” Eris pushed himself back to Nesta’s side.
“Does he?” Nesta looked straight at Cassian, one eyebrow raised. “Because I’m willing to bet he wouldn’t have made it past glass two if your family wasn’t here.”
Azriel coughed. Amren cackled.
“You… do you want him to have you?” It came out wrong. The words. He meant did she want Eris to take her to get some water. Like he offered. He didn’t mean, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t…
“I want you to have me.” She was drunk. She was so drunk and it shouldn’t have been hot but fuck him it was. It wasn’t some sloppy college night out messed up drunk. It was a woman whose inhibitions had been soaked in wine just enough that every word out of her mouth was low and hot and honest.
“Find somewhere else to be, Vanserra.”
“Hey man what the fuck? We were talking-“
Cassian scoffed, snapping out of whatever flustered mess Nesta had put him in. “Anyone who gave her that much Cab Sauv doesn’t deserve to talk to her. Get lost.”
“I saw you eyeing the bottle,” Nesta laughed a little, swaying on her toes. Cassian moved his hands from a support on her bicep to a full arm around the waist support. Even if she did try to fall he could lift her with one arm easy. “Thought you might say something after…”
After the night they spent in her apartment with a bottle of her favourite Syrah only a week ago. It hadn’t been on purpose. Feyre and Elain and Azriel and Lucien were all supposed to be there. And they all conveniently cancelled only after he’d already showed up.
Which, judging by the barely contained grins on their faces, was even less of a coincidence than he thought. Busybodies.
“I’d offer you a glass of Syrah now, but I think what you need is a coffee.”
“Oh but then I’ll never sleep. And I do think I’m ready for bed.”
Sensing that he’d lost, Eris swore under his breath and stomped off.
“Let me take you home, Nes.” Cassian whispered into her hair.
“Hmm, your place or mine.”
“Yours,” he kissed her temple, pulling her legs out from under her and not even paying his family a backwards glance. “For a nightcap of 2 big glasses of water and a bottle of aspirin that I’m going to leave on your nightstand for the morning.”
“You don’t want to be there in the morning?”
Cassian groaned. “You said it yourself, Sweetheart. Dinner first.”
“You’re never going to let me live this down.” Nesta sighed, head lulling onto his shoulder.
“Actually go for dinner with me next week and I promise to never bring this night up again. And bribe our friends to do the same.”
“Deal,” Nesta said immediately.
An hour later after Cassian had supervised Nesta drinking her water he was about to leave her apartment when she yawned.
“Hey Cass,” she mumbled, half asleep.
“Yes sweetheart?”
“You made a bad bargain. I would’ve gone out with you either way.”
Cassian chuckled, a low rumble. “I’m satisfied with the bargain I made.”
“Cheesy as hell.”
“You love it.”
Nesta laughed, “I am prepared to tolerate it at best.”
“Good enough for me.”
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A Public Display
Ngl this was saved as ‘a cold fever’ in my WIP folder but my dumb ass forgets to change the name of documents so often, I don’t think that it was the intended name.
ANYWAY here have some Ghostbur invis fun, now with the public play twist and maybe some darker ghostbur as a treat.
A public display pt.2: Here
SMUT UNDERCUT! MINORS PLEASE DNI
The new L'Manburg markets are always busy, with so much new stock and even new sellers that have come into the rebuilt city from the outlands. One could really not afford to miss it, you learnt that the hard way, weeks back you overslept and brushed off going to the market only to run out of a certain cooking ingredient, not a day later.
Needless to say, it was another week before you could make a majority of your standard dishes.
But as of late your visits into the city have been joined by a peculiar addition, Ghostbur. The greyscaled ghost had taken a liking to following you about, whether that being around your home or on outings like today, while most of the time he was cute and affection seeking. Disappearing and reappearing from sight with things like books and snacks, and one time a whole blue sheep, and even turning invisible to sit alongside you when people came to visit.
He claimed it was ‘So you had someone even if they got mean.’ He was almost like a lost puppy, his nature endearing and building a sort of affection for him, but today something was different.
To say Ghostbur was playing on the mischievous side of things would be an understatement, on more than three occasions you had needed to pull clothes back into place, as invisible hands pushed and shoved material aside to grasp at your hips. Giggles pressed to the skin of your neck, whenever you hissed out his name, vain attempts to get the ghost to stop and let you shop in peace.
Minor things like that continued for most of the day, some of the older residents of L'Manburg did comment here and there that I was maybe being pranked by one of the younger kids around. As not long ago people were getting boxed in with signs, covered in flowers, and even pushed into one of the ponds by a prankster with 'Too many potions’.
Only after the mortifying experience of having your pants begin to be pulled down, exposing the very tops of your underwear, to Eret as you spoke with them did the seeming pranks take a more interesting turn. Clothes being pulled and pushed aside became cold fingers touching skin through the material, almost as if it wasn’t there at all, and what was once giggles in your ears became the feeling of soft sighs bringing a shudder down your spine.
Despite the public setting of the acts, what started out as curious fingers slowly became more sure, gentle touches morphed into firm hands pulling your hips back into unseen ones, every stop to look over items is stumbled into as the ghost now exploring you takes them as chances to grind into you, and feather-light patterns drawn with nails quickly become wide palms cradling your chest.
Yet when you finally had a moment to potentially call out Ghostbur on his sudden shift from pranking to… this, any words that were forming on your lips are lost when one of his hands dips lower than your waist. It’s the shock of cold hands, unseen, felt against your thighs, nails dragging up and inwards, fingers splaying against your skin.
“G-ghostbu-”
“So pretty, so warm.”
The first words you had heard from the ghost since he had disappeared earlier in the day, unlike the earlier giggles this is whispered into your ear as his hands continue to roam, tracing a path that is all too familiar to you. The same path you regularly take when enjoying a moment to yourself, movements that he would only know if he had watched you one night in the dark of your room.
“I wonder many people would die to touch you like this”
Like this, he says, like this means standing on shaking legs, hoping that no one can see the way your body shakes when Ghostbur decides to press against your core, fingers just barely pressing into you. Like this, means trying to move out of sight, out of where familiar faces can see the flush that has painted your cheeks deepen as the words whispered to you turn darker.
Praise for not getting flustered from the pranks, half lost mutters about how pretty you look now, and even a surprisingly harsh request from the regularly gentle ghost as the phantom hands leave your skin, causing a broken whine to fall from your lips.
“Out of sight and your mine.”
A warning or a promise? With how he had shifted from joking and messing around to so brazenly, despite his invisibility, playing with you and causing this trip to the markets to be dragged out beyond the normal timeframe of your shopping visits, there was not a doubt that he was telling the truth. The moment you were away from the market crowd, he would be back and whatever he had planned on would be interesting, to say the least.
With the flush from Ghostbur’s activities lingering on your face and the shaking of your legs slowly easing, it was easier for you to finish up your trip. Most of the larger items set to be delivered over you attempting to take them with you, and even just missing the chance to apologise to Eret about the earlier almost pantsing before they disappeared back into the markets.
Under one of the few archways along the prime path, once unseen hands are quick to wrap around your hips pulling you back into a darkened corner. Grey hands once again pressing against your skin, no longer pressing through the material, but physically pushing your shirt so it bunches up by your neck and popping the button to your pants before returning to pressing and teasing against your entrance.
“All mine, out of sight and all mine"
"Ghostbur, w-what has gotten into you?"
”Everyone is always watching. Watching you, watching and wanting. So they can watch you want for me,“
An explanation but not one you were expecting, not as chilled fingers burry themselves in you crooking just so in search of the spot that would arch you into his touch. The hand that was not buried in you held your head straight, making you watch the entrance to the archway, while you were cast in shadow all it would take is one person to crest the stairs and all would be seen by them.
They would see, the furrowed white eyes of Ghostbur as he focused on dragging any possible noise from your lips, they would be able to see how your eyes rolled back, legs shaking when long cold fingers press just right almost dragging you and the ghost behind you to the ground. They would see how ragged your breathing had become as the grey lips that whispered in your ear turned to teeth buried in whatever skin was within reach.
But none of that mattered to you, your world had narrowed down to the echoing voice of Ghostbur, the feeling of him working you closer and closer to the edge, and the pressing grind of the hips behind you. The motion causing you to rock further into the fingers buried in you, not caring for how loud the noises you’re making had gotten, or how broken the begs for more had become.
Only when the hand holding your neck grips tighter, and the ghost behind you snaps out a sharp ”MINE.“ Do you open your eyes and feel the flush that had spread down your skin burn for another reason beyond your own arousal.
White eye’s glow faintly from the glasses that sat slightly lowered on the king of the servers nose, flicking across every inch that Ghostbur had exposed, lingering on where grey meets flushed skin, and wherewith the slightest pull backwards, even more, is exposed to their gaze.
"For now, sure."
The King’s words loud enough to be clear in their challenge.
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Omg I’ve fallen in love with your writing since I’ve been obsessing over Rick Flag! I wasn’t gonna do a request but I just couldn’t help myself. If it’s possible can I get a Rick Flag fluff/smut with “my mother adores you” and “I didn’t think you were into that”?
awww tysm, that's so sweet! 💖 hope you like it, smut ahead!
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The second the door closed behind you, Rick let out the breath he had been holding. "Did that go okay?"
You almost wanted to coo at him, he was so sweet. All throughout dinner with your parents, he had been fidgeting and stumbling over his words. Usually, he was the picture of a put together soldier. You had never seen him this nervous before.
"It went great." You grabbed his arm, tugging on his sleeve. "Stop worrying." Your hand ran down his arm, and you intertwined your fingers, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb.
He relaxed, his shoulders slumping. "Just want to make a good impression."
You reached up and cupped his face in your hand. "My mother adores you," you stroked his cheek, a small smile playing on your lips, "maybe more than I do."
He raised a brow. "Oh, really?" he joked, smirking. "Is she single?"
You hummed before letting out a laugh, nuzzling your face into his neck. You walked backwards, pulling him along with you. You pushed him onto the bed before straddling his hips.
"Woah." He stared up at you, breathless. "Are we really about to do this here, in your childhood bedroom?"
"Are you really complaining?" You reached for his fly, your nimble fingers quickly undoing the button and dragging down his zipper.
He gripped your hips. "I didn't think you were into that."
You stared down at him, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. "Maybe you don't know me as well as you think."
He pushed up the skirt of your dress so it bunched at your waist. You took his cock out of his pants, giving his hard length a few pumps. He moved your panties to the side before pulling you down onto him, sinking into your heat to the hilt.
"Oh, I think I know you." His grip on your hips tightened, guiding you up and down his cock. "I know you very well."
You pressed your hands against his shoulders as you bounced up and down on him, the mattress squeaking under you. His face contorted with pleasure as he let out a groan, and you clamped your hand over his mouth.
You shushed him. "My parents are downstairs. You don't want them to hear us, do you?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed your ass as you rode him, kneading the soft flesh in his hands. You bit your bottom lip to stifle your moans, the delicious friction from your clit rubbing against his pelvis each time you rocked against him sending tingles throughout your body.
Rick could tell you were close by the way your walls rippled around him. He slipped his fingers into your mouth just as pleasure washed over you, muffling your moans. He lifted his hips, thrusting up into you a couple more times before he followed you off the precipice, both of you doing your best to keep quiet.
When you came down from your high, he pulled you off of him and sat you down beside him. He stood up. "Better clean up." He tucked himself back into his pants and winked at you. "Wouldn't want anyone to see you like this, now would you?"
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Love Bytes 09 | Trivia: 01001100 | KNJ (M)
Last time on Love Bytes 08: After a night that left your head spinning, your best friend confessed his feelings for you. Now that you’ve admitted the same, everything is different.... but is it?
Rating: M (Explicit 18+)
Word Count: 17K
Series: Love Bytes (9/9)
Genre: Friends to lovers, IDIOTS to LOVERS, fluff, humor, slow burn, friendship feels, angst, pining, sexual tension, SMUT, Bestfriends!au, CollegeProjessor!Namjoon, IT/Nerd!Reader
CW& Other Tags: corny humor, nipple play, an absurd amount of kissing, dirty talk, grinding, fingering, hair pulling, sexual instruction, let’s play just the tip, cunnilingus, blowjob, protected sex, sexual roleplay, unprotected sex, adoring boyfriendJoonie, suave Joonie, supportive friendships, love talk, dorks in love
Pairings: Namjoon x Reader, brot7
Posted January 2021 by stutterfly & cross-posted to ao3. Do not repost.
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You’ve crossed the line you’ve been so afraid of only to discover there really isn’t anything to fear at all. Namjoon has already made you a totally non-burnt breakfast and told you about the success of his student following the release of the poetry program. When he brings up the poem he wrote as an example, you beg him to read it for you.
He apologizes again for that day when you clicked on the document containing the draft, with dozens and dozens of half-thoughts and scribbled words placed within. He wasn't ready to show you then. He settles on the couch and opens his laptop. You look over his shoulder as he clicks a vaguely familiar document labeled: Trivia_L_Final. Unable to sate your curiosity, your eyes scan through the first few lines but he quickly flips the screen down.
“Patience."
"Ugh," you complain. "But you said I could see."
"I said I was gonna share," he clarifies with a snort. "That doesn't mean I want your speed-reading ass going through it at lightspeed without understanding any of it."
"Fair." You cross your arms but stare at him expectantly, trying your best to be patient.
“Is this love?”
He pauses to spare a glance up from the screen and freezes when his eyes meet yours. Even after everything you’ve shared he still finds himself sweating through the thin tank top he’s put on. Although he’s sure he’s masked his apprehension behind a wall of stone, all it takes is your soft, reassuring smile to break through. A wave of serenity quickly douses the anxiety. It crashes against his wall, and erodes its harsh edges until all that’s left is a familiar longing to kiss your lips.
“Is this love?” he repeats with emphasis. “Sometimes I know. Sometimes I don’t.”
He can’t stop grinning at the way your smitten gaze matches his own. It’s a difficult decision, but ultimately he chooses to ignore the urge to pull you in for the hundredth kiss of the morning and continues on instead. You sit and listen, hanging on every word you know was painstakingly thought out and written for you.
You're my person. You're my desire. You're my pride.
You're my love. One and only love.
The closing words are left echoing in your head. It’s so easy for you to forget that Namjoon is as smart as he is. Right now you feel too stupid to respond. Nothing can possibly match the perfection of his poem.
“Please say something.” He quickly closes his laptop and sets it aside. “Actually, wait, don't. It was too much wasn’t it?” He reaches over and places a large palm over your forehead and begins lightly rubbing. “Delete it from your brain.”
A laugh bubbles from your throat. “What are you doing?”
“Wiping your hard drive.”
His response has you cackling. Did he really just make such a lame joke all on his own? You grab his wrist and pull him close while a big cheesy grin graces your features. “I think I’m rubbing off on you.”
He groans as he leans in and pauses before kissing you. “You are.”
His hand gently cups the back of your neck as he slips his tongue inside your mouth. You lose yourself to the rhythm of your tongues rolling across one another, hungry to keep tasting and feeling. It takes every ounce of self control you have to pull away long enough to breathe out a compliment.
“You’re incredible. Your poem is so good.”
“I had a good muse.” He smiles and moves in for another kiss but you press a finger to his lips.
“I mean it. I love what you wrote. I don’t think anyone’s ever written anything so beautiful with me in mind.”
To spare himself from the embarrassment tingling in his belly, he presses his lips to the pad of your finger with a few light, teasing kisses before moving to repeat the motion against your neck. Goosebumps immediately prickle at your flesh and you can’t help the way your hands travel along the warmth of his body, seeking to consume his heat to assuage the chill in yours.
“You make it easy,” he mumbles, kissing a line up to your ear.
“Do I? I thought I made it harder.” Your smile grows impossibly bigger as you reach down to palm him through his basketball shorts and find exactly what you’d been hoping to.
A breathy sigh warms the shell of your ear. “Fuck. You know you do.” He drags the lobe through his teeth and exhales another sigh at the way you tease his shaft. “Wanna practice?”
He whispers the words against your ear like they’re some secret he’s almost too shy to reveal and you deliver your response with equal timidity. “Please?”
Warm fingers press into the skin at your stomach and travel upward. The action disregards the flimsy white fabric of your borrowed shirt, which slides up with the rising of his arm. You think he's about to cup your breast when he suddenly changes direction and slides his fingers around your ribs to tickle you.
"Na-Namjoon!"
You're a little offended that he would do you dirty like this when you basically just begged him to fuck you for the second time today. But, if you're being honest you're also incredibly grateful. He knows how to take the nerves out of everything with such ease that you almost forget how new this aspect of your relationship is.
You grab at his hand, effectively pulling him down into a kiss brimming with laughter between the pair of you. When you try to retaliate he grabs your wrists to keep your cold fingers at bay. As his tongue dips into your mouth again, he slowly guides your hands above your head. You shift beneath him, spreading your legs so he can slot a knee between them and get even closer. It feels like it's always been this way. Nothing's going to change. This is just you guys. It's always been you guys.
At the heart of your friendship, it's always been about you being dorks together and having each other's backs. You'd never considered the possibility of adding even more physicality to it before but now you don't want to imagine life without it because it feels so fucking good. It feels so fucking right.
Instead of bearing his weight down on you, he drags your bottom lip through his teeth and lets it snap back. He hums a satisfied sound as he rises, pulling you to your feet with him. Your head feels light and for a moment it feels like you might float away, but his arms are strong and they ground you in a tight embrace. He begins walking you backwards and peppers your neck with light kisses.
“Trying to get me back into your bed, huh?” you tease.
He brushes his nose against your neck and inhales deeply, taking in your scent before expelling an airy, audible sigh. “Ah… You see right through me. I mean we could do it on the couch if you prefer. I just thought it might be a little more comfortable, you know, somewhere where I can lay you down so you don’t get a leg cramp or anything.”
You can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of his statement. “How considerate.”
“Yeah, you know, ‘cause I plan on being between your legs as long as it takes.”
“Oh?” You feign ignorance. As he spins you towards him you’re glad he’s holding you steady because it feels like you’re about to faint. “As long as it takes for what?”
The tone of his voice drops low as he leans against your ear. “To make you cum.”
You stiffen in his embrace, frozen by interwoven fears of inability and inadequacy.
“Is that okay?” he asks, guiding your stiff form towards the bed.
The large, borrowed t-shirt bunches up around your thighs as you sit on the edge. It seems like every few days he’s telling himself he’s never seen you look so beautiful. Maybe you’re really to blame for the increased frequency. Now you’re looking at him in a similar light to the way he’s always seen you, and it’s added a new layer to everything.
“Yeah.” You nod, pausing to chew on your lip. “Just… don’t expect too much, okay?”
“Hey, no pressure. I promise. I just want to make you feel good.”
You pull him into a kiss before wiggling backwards up the bed. He follows your lead, slotting a knee between your legs as he climbs over you in an attempt to chase your lips.
“You do make me feel good. All the time.”
He assails your neck with kisses until he’s hovering above your lips. “Really good, though. Like right now. Right here.”
He takes a moment to meet your eyes as he ghosts his fingertips over your stomach, traveling down towards your mound. Almost as if he second guesses himself he stops and moves his hand back up to rest just above your navel.
“Can I try again?”
An embarrassed smile creeps across your face. “You really want to, huh?”
“Of course.” He pauses and his voice drops to a low whisper. “Will you show me how you like it?”
Your palms slide up your cheeks until your fingers cover your eyes. You purse your lips and try to keep your brain from short-circuiting. “Joooon.”
“What?” He shakes his head and offers a small laugh. “Why are you so shy now?”
“Because,” you murmur.
“Because...?” he prods when you leave the explanation unsaid.
“I’m embarrassed.” The words tumble out in a whisper but he seems to catch them regardless.
Hot, sweaty palms encircle your wrists and push them aside. It doesn’t take much effort to separate your hands from your face and when he does he slides his hands up to meet yours. In perfect sync, the pair of you weave your fingers together like you have a thousand times before.
The truth is that you want him. You want him so badly that your cheeks are on fire and all you can hear is your heartbeat in your ears. Despite seeing his mouth in motion, every nerve ending in your body is preparing for his touch. Anticipation overrides every other command in the forefront of your mind as your knuckles press into the pillows beside your head.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he whispers, planting a kiss on your cheek. “Your body is perfect. I could spend all day exploring it, exploring you. I wanna learn what feels good for you. Teach me. Teach me how to make you cum.”
In a stupor you blink slowly and gape at him in wonder, offering a tiny wordless nod. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to instruct him with much success. It’s not like you’re a teacher in any sense of the word and it’s definitely not something you’ve ever tried to talk through with a partner. But his eyes seem to sparkle in the dim light and the sight floods you with the determination to try, even if you don’t know how to begin.
Luckily Namjoon has an idea to assist with comfortability. He carefully positions himself beside you and runs his fingers down your chest, basking in the sight of your areola, which are perfectly visible through the faded fabric.
“You look so hot in my shirt.”
Your ears flush with heat at the compliment. Massaging light circles around the nipple he’s chosen to tease, he watches in wonder as it grows rigid. He experiments, alternating featherlight touches with a tiny pinch between his fingers.
“Do you like this?”
Words seem to escape you at the moment so you nod and mirror his actions on your other nipple. The barrier between his fingers frustrates your growing desire for skin on skin contact. You slowly hike up the shirt past your stomach to expose your breast. His eyes widen and guiltily dart away.
You pull the shirt back down abruptly and sit up with hot embers of embarrassment heating your cheeks. Maybe he's having second thoughts now that he's seeing you up close again. Before your mind can spiral too far he places his hand over yours.
"Sorry. It's not that. I just— Promise me you won't ask me to forget? I want to remember how you look, how you feel, how you taste.”
Relief cools the fire in your face and you half-heartedly chuckle as you climb over his lap. Cupping the side of his face, he Instinctively he leans into your touch.
"Joonie, I don’t think I could ever do that now. There's not a single restore point we could go back to, and I don't want there to be. I never want to pretend like I don't love you with my whole heart ever again. Because the moment you kissed me it's like this weight lifted from my shoulders. Everything I'd been locking away in my heart finally broke free. And it felt… incredible. It felt right. There's not a doubt in my mind. You're my person. You're my light. You're my pride."
"My one and only love," he adds with a kiss to your palm.
You smile and nod, pushing down the tears threatening to spill out of your eyes with a joke. "Are you gonna change your mind now?"
"Wouldn't dream of it." He smiles at you softly, watching you struggle to regain your composure as you sit back on his abdomen.
"Good. 'Cause it's like a totally binding thing now."
"Oh, okay," he laughs and lifts himself with his elbows to get a better look at you. "You gonna type up those terms and conditions for me? I'll sign, Geeksquad. Get me those papers."
"Yeah, yeah. Let me write a draft right now.” You press him back against the bed and lean over his chest, splaying your fingers out for a moment before pretending they're tapping away at a keyboard.
"Under this agreement, I, Y/N, agree to the following conditions..."
"God, you're a dork."
"We have fun. We have lots of…" you stop to giggle and wiggle your eyebrows, "you know, sex when we both want it."
He rolls his eyes but he's smiling so big his cheeks hurt. "You're so corny and I'm here for it."
"And…" you pause and meet his eyes as you fake-type the next condition. "We don't ever feel bad about loving each other. I'm in love with you and I don't want to waste another minute of my life acting like I feel any other way."
He looks down at his chest. Your fingers have stopped moving. "Is all that going in the, uh, love contract? It's a binding thing, you know."
"Yes, yes," you agree, pretending to catch up on typing. "If something doesn't work, we will talk about it. Deal?"
He doesn’t even stop to think about it before he answers, looking down at your fingers like they'll show him an invisible dotted line. "Okay where do I sign?”
"See I'm typing on your heart because that's how this works. So..."
You bite your lip and lift your shirt over your head, watching his eyes struggle to stay focused on your face. You really don't deserve him.
"You type and sign right here." Your fingers lure his gaze down to the valley between your breasts and then slightly to the left. "Right on my heart.”
He ghosts his fingers over the area you’ve pointed to and licks his lips, trying to hide his smirk. “Actually your heart is a little bit lower and a little bit…” He massages his fingers against your breast. “Here.”
“Hmm. Educational and strategic. What a combo.”
"Do I gotta type the whole thing up before I sign?"
You roll your eyes. "Depends. You gonna type as shitty as you usually do?"
He tongues his cheek as he starts tapping away at your breast with his two pointer fingers. It’s too true to reality. “Under this agreement I, Kim Namjoon--”
“Nevermind this is taking too long,” you complain, wiggling over his lap.
He quickly drums his fingers over your chest. “--Agree to everything you just said. Signed... Namjoon...” His fingertips trace his name along your breast. “It’s a deal.”
“Okay, okay.” You laugh and reciprocate. “If you break it I'll probably cry and Jennie will beat you up."
“Like I would ever…” he mumbles.
With a rut of his hips he cups your breasts in his hands and resumes gently working his fingers over your nipples. Following the slow rhythm he sets, you grind yourself down and thumb at the band to his basketball shorts, pulling them down just enough to reveal that sliver of dark hair leading below. A loud groan escapes with his breath. His heart aches to feel you against him again, without barriers.
He sits up and heaves his shirt over his head with reckless abandon. His arms are immediately wrapping around your waist, fingernails digging into the skin of your back with the hope feeling your body can assuage the ache in his chest. The heat of his mouth envelops your nipple before you can comment on his earnest behavior and you whimper instead. His rough embrace draws you closer, and his sinful tongue batters your nipple as you loop an arm around his neck and tangle your fingers in his hair.
The suction of his mouth makes you throw your head back. “Fuck, Joon.”
He moans and skims his lips across your chest to show your other breast love. Despite his adoration for the current position of his face, it’s not enough. Greed overtakes him. He holds you tight and musters the strength to flip you onto your back. The tiny squeal you make in response makes his dick twitch. You make such wonderful sounds.
As you draw him into a kiss, the barrier of silky basketball shorts do nothing to conceal his hardness. It makes you crazy. You want to feel his dick glide against your folds again. When you raise your hips to grind your clit against him he meets your motion with equal enthusiasm.
“Take them off,” you mumble. “Put it in me, Namjoon. Please.”
It’s hard to say no when every fantastical thought about you he’s ever had is now coming to fruition. How long has he yearned to hear those words? He thinks of earlier. He thinks of the disappointment he holds for his own performance, how he squandered his opportunity to make you feel the way you deserve.
“But I wanna go down on you,” he insists, slowly making his way down your torso. He plants deep kisses as he goes, working a trail of tiny dark marks into the surface of your skin.
“Joon…” Your fingers claw at his back as he descends.
“Show me how you like it. I’m a good student. I promise.”
The ever present flames in your chest burn hotter, searing a path to your cheeks. He kisses along your hip and pauses to inspect the bruise from your earlier slip. He carefully creeps past it, and instead focuses on the skin of your inner thigh. Taking your hand in his, he positions it over your cunt. He rests his cheek against your thigh to watch the way your fingers settle in place.
“Are you gonna be looking at me like that the entire time?” You laugh, covering as much of your sex as you can with your hand.
“I’m a quick learner,” he assures you. “Plus…” He leans in and laps at the glistening slick in the space between your fingers. “I could taste you all day.”
“It’s after noon,” you mumble, drawing your fingers away to allow him greater access to your folds.
“Mmm,” he hums against you, letting his tongue explore every crevice of your labia. “You want me to keep going?”
Your head falls back against the pillow and you lift your hips with a whimper. “Yes.”
“How?”
Pulling his mouth back just enough to allow your finger to creep back into place, he offers a blissful sigh as you work light circles against your clit. He places a finger over yours and follows the movement, listening to your quiet breathing. He cocks his head to the side and repositions, sliding his finger beneath yours to take control.
“Like this, baby?”
It’s been so long. You’d forgotten just how good it feels to have someone else touch you, to not have to put the work in yourself to attain the reward. It feels so good. Maybe you will be able to let go.
“A little more pressure.”
You guide him again by pressing down over his finger and moving him towards the peak of your clit. He immediately gives in to the change of pace. After a little while he finds his own rhythm and you move your fingers to the back of his head where you tangle them in his hair.
“Yes, like that.”
Confident in his ability to hit that spot again, he glides his fingers down to tease your entrance and brings his lips to your clit. Your entire core tingles as he presses down and creates suction around the tiny bud. As your hips lift in ecstasy he wraps an arm around your thigh and slips two fingers into your slick cunt. Much to his delight you moan in tandem with your desperate exhale.
A proud grin spreads his lips apart and he does his best to hide it by battering his tongue over your clit instead. How many fantasies has he indulged in? How is it that they all pale in comparison to your true taste and sounds? Determined to keep himself on task, he focuses on the spot you seemed to favor and presses his lips back down while rolling his tongue along you. His fingers curl up and search for the promised sweet spot within your cunt.
You tense and clench around his fingers, body desperate to draw him deeper, to take more of him inside of you in any way that you can. Then you feel it: the unmistakable pleasurable pressure steadily rising within. You don’t want to let it slip away this time. With the pads of his fingers pressing as close to your g-spot as he can, the area of your clit you need him to hit with his tongue seems to shift.
Palms shaking, you pull on Namjoon’s hair to guide him to your newest point of pleasure. “Right there. Right there.”
He moans and expels shaky breaths through his nose. Immediately feeling guilty for being rough, you soften your grip and lovingly smooth back his hair. Disheveled, sweat-slicked strands fall against his forehead, rebelling against your touch.
“Sorry,” you mumble, cradling the sides of his face, trying to draw him up from his position. “Did I hurt you?”
He doesn’t budge. Dark brown eyes flicker upwards. The electric tingle in your heart steals your breath as you’re caught in his lurid gaze. He digs his fingernails into the soft flesh of your inner thigh and the energy contained in your chest bursts. Shockwaves of internal chills scatter throughout your body.
“Don’t you dare apologize,” he whispers. “Pull me however you want, baby.”
His voice is so low and soft that it barely registers to your ears. Your brain doesn’t have time to process the words before he drags his nose over your clit and sucks on your labia. You gasp out his name as he moves back to tongue your clit. He keeps his eyes on you as he plunges his fingers into you with a renewed sense of urgency, desperate to make you say it again. It doesn’t take long for a stuttered verse of his name to sputter from your pretty lips.
Another shockwave of excitement pulses through your gut. He makes it so easy to lose yourself in the pleasure he offers. Any shame and anxiety falls to the wayside, making way for your impending orgasm. You gasp out a pitiful sound and grind your pelvis towards his soft, plush lips to create even more pressure where you need it most. There’s no doubt he feels the way you clench around his fingers and because he reaches as far as he can in search of your g-spot and looks to your face for any sign of discomfort. Instead he finds you looking back through half lidded eyes that threaten to close any moment. With your eyebrows knitted together and quivering lips parted, he knows you’re on the brink of coming undone.
You reach for the back of his head as you lift your hips and cry out. You might not make those exaggerated pornstar moans, but yours are infinitely better. It’s better than anything he could have imagined. His name spills from your lips again, tired and quiet as you come down. There’s no need for you to tell him to stop or push him away this time. His softened lips are already crashing down against your mouth.
As you glide your tongue along his, the tang of your own juices fills your mouth. It doesn’t bother you. If anything it spurs you on to wrap your arms around his back and pull him closer. You tug on his shorts again. This time he raises no argument. He inhales a shaky breath as he goes in for another kiss and works the clothing down his legs until he’s steadying himself over you and clumsily struggling to kick them off.
You take his face in your hands while he gracelessly fights the fabric caught around his ankle and he smiles at you. Another jolt of electric butterflies pulse in your gut, frazzling your senses as they travel outward from their point of origin. By the time the sensation reaches your brain, it carries along the weight of your feelings. You reflect on how he cares for you, how he’s always cared for you. Navigating the key pleasure points mapped to your body is just one more way he can show it. You’re so incredibly lucky to have someone in your life so attentive and considerate of your needs. It makes you wonder how you meandered through life without a guiding light like Namjoon to lean on for support. Meditating on that thought threatens you with torrid tears.
“I love you,” you whisper.
Before he can respond with you draw him into a deep kiss, crossing your legs behind his waist to pull him closer. His shaft presses against your sensitive clit as he grinds himself down. While your body reacts with a twitch, you still roll your hips up to meet him. His bottom lip quivers and you suck it between your teeth, slowly drawing it away from him. When it snaps back to him he chases your mouth and presses you down into the pillows.
He follows the enticing motion of your hips with a loud groan. The slippery nature of your folds promises to make his entrance effortless. Each pass his cock makes over your cunt is another strike against his willpower, but god if it doesn’t feel amazing. It would be so easy to slip in, just a little bit, just enough to satisfy the aching need of the tip that inches closer and closer to your cunt. The way you lift it for him only serves as a greater invitation.
He rolls himself through your slick folds, floating on the high of the pleasure, encouraged by the moans you breathe into his mouth. He ruts into you, coasting into your entrance just enough to make him break the kiss with a whispered expletive. You whimper as he retreats and try to beckon him back with another gentle roll of your hips. He sighs, allowing himself to rock back into you enough to coat the tip of his dick with your warmth. Your cunt pulses against him, seeking to lure him further inside.
Again he surrenders to your salacious advance, sheathing the head of his cock in its entirety within your heat. You gasp and moan at the welcome intrusion, pulling on his hair as though it will move him closer than he already is.
“Please,” you whisper. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Desperate to feel the stretch of his cock diving deep inside, you make your best attempt to raise your hips higher to take more of him in. He moans into your mouth, gently rocking himself further into your cunt and then slowly pulling back out.
Playing this game is dangerous. He knows that. But with each gasp and moan he pulls from you, the stakes rise. He tells himself he’s allowed to drive another moan from you with his teasing. Just one more time. One more sound. He tests his own resolve with each shallow thrust, never sinking deeper than before.
“Joonie,” you whine as he pulls back again. “Please. Stop teasing. I want your cock in me.”
His stomach does a somersault and it snaps him back to reality before his hips can snap forward instead. He leaves the comfort of your sweet cunt to lean over you and fish for the packet in the drawer of his nightstand. It should be right on top, but it’s not. Where the fuck is it?
The sticky wet head of his cock slips against your belly while he frantically rummages through the drawer. You shudder and reach down to take him in your palm, earning you a breathy curse in response. He spares a glance towards your mischievous eyes before looking down at the way you gather the moisture from the peak of his cock and pump it down to the base. His eyes roll back in delight for a moment and he drops onto the weight of his arm. The drawer rolls out farther than it should and promptly clatters off its track and onto the carpet below.
“I can fix that,” he announces.
“Are you okay?” You laugh, trying to sit up to help.
“Fine,” he murmurs, leading you back to the pillows with a kiss. “You just got me a little...”
His eyes wander to the nightstand. Perched on its surface are the remaining foil packets he’d been searching for in the drawer with its contents now spilled on the floor.
“Oh my god.” He sighs.
“Yes?” you press with a smile. “You good?”
“Mhm.”
He quickly snatches one up, fumbling it in his hands for a second before he recklessly rips it open. He leans back on his knees to roll the condom on, but about halfway down his shaft the rubber splits and snaps against his fingers. He vents a frustrated sound from his throat and scolds himself internally for being too excited, too eager. He wasted another one in his haste.
“I’m sorry,” he says in defeat. “Hold on.”
You’re already carefully opening the last packet while he rises to discard the bits of ruined rubber. “It’s okay. Come here. I got you.”
As he approaches the bed you reach out and begin to slowly roll the new condom down his shaft. He watches your hands roam over his cock with wonder. You seem much more confident now that he’s made a complete fool of himself for the millionth time today. Maybe you won’t think of him as so much of a saint now. He’s just as much of a mess as you are.
“You don’t have to worry so much,” you say with a slow pump of your hand over his cock. “I always have that five dollars, you know?”
It’s difficult to take your eyes off of the perfect shape of his dark cock. It’s veiny and thick in your palm, and long enough to make you wonder how it might feel hitting the back of your throat. You manage to shift your gaze to his face and beam at him.
His worried expression melts into a dimpled smile. “Geeksquad saves the day again, huh.”
“Yeah. Pretty great, right? So, come here.” Despite feigned confidence, your jaw trembles with anxiety as you settle against the pillows once more. Nerves set your body alight with excited anticipation. “And put your cock in me.”
He slots himself between your thighs and cups your cheek, catching the subtle shiver of your body.
“Cold, baby?”
“Excited,” you admit, grazing your fingers over the expanse of his back until they’re nestled in the hair behind his neck. You kiss him.
It doesn’t matter how much time he’s had to recuperate. As soon as your lips are on his and he’s teasing himself into you, he knows he’s in trouble. You’re so tight. How is he supposed to last? Inch by slow inch you take him in, then out again. Your fingers twirl around strands of his hair until you’re sure it can’t be twisted any further.
“Oh fuck.”
Your jaw drops and you gasp a stuttered slew of nonsense as he bottoms out. He remains there, unmoving as your body adjusts to the stretch of his cock. Every executable file in your brain stops working as you lie beneath him with your mouth agape, eyes wide, and fingers tangled in his hair.
“Need a minute?” he asks, peppering kisses along your bottom lip and lightly working it between his teeth.
Finally you find the command in your brain to resume all processes. You moan into his kiss and purposefully clench around him. “Do you?”
“Evil,” he murmurs as he begins setting a slow, steady pace with his hips. “Goddamn, you’re tight.”
You throw your head back in ecstasy, exposing your neck for his mouth to latch onto. Your hands explore the muscles of his back, digging into the sculpted flesh with your nails. He grunts against you, sucking a mark into the crook of your neck to muffle the sound. Taking time to follow the creases dividing the defined muscles of his triceps, your palms drift further down to curl around the pillars of his forearms. Without disrupting his pace, he reaches up to lace his fingers with yours.
The back of your palms press into the soft pillows beside your head. You’re connected as deeply and as literally as two people can be and still you crave more. When you moan his name into the open air he trails a line of sloppy open-mouthed kisses to meet your lips. You meet each slow thrust with a roll of your hips and a desperate need to keep him inside of you forever. Frenzied panting fills the space between you as you break the kiss.
Dark eyes full of adoration peer down at you, focused on the way the force of his accelerated thrusts shake every part of your body but leaves your gaze untouched. It’s insane just how much he cares for you. By now you must be sick of hearing his declarations of love, but he wants to say it all the same. He wishes he could make you cum for him like this. He would do anything to make you cum a second time before he does. Maybe with more practice he’ll learn your body well enough to make it happen. For now he’ll settle for making you feel good. You’re enjoying yourself at the very least.
A smile spreads across your face and a sweet laugh slips out. “What?”
“What?” he echoes, lost in the sight of you beneath him like this.
It’s like his head goes empty when you laugh like that, when you look at him like you’re shy and infatuated at the same time.
“Looks like you wanna say something.”
The serious expression plastered on his features matches the intensity of his whisper, “Yeah. Maybe I do. You wanna know what it is?”
Every muscle in your cunt contracts around him. He purses his lips, takes a slow breath through his nose and relaxes his pace.
He leans next to your ear and whispers in a quiet tone, “You’re just so fucking sexy.”
You’re so flattered that all the embarrassment resting on the tip of your tongue dissipates the moment you open your mouth. Flustered words form and then decompose the moment they’re to be spoken into existence. All that comes out is a broken sound of uncertainty.
It’s like the lights dance in his eyes as he takes a moment to straighten up and regard your features. His lips press against your forehead, then your nose and he pauses over your lips.
“I love you.”
The words fall from your mouth easier than ever. “I love you too.”
He kisses you like it’s the first time: passionate, desperate, and needy. You break off to rest your forehead against his.
“So are you gonna cum inside me or what?” You can barely conceal the smile that breaks through your pursed lips.
“Wow. So am I just a piece of meat to you, Geeksquad?” he jokes.
“I mean… Protein right?” You make a ‘yikes’ face at him and start to laugh.
He shakes his head but he’s grinning like a fool. “Well if it’s what you want…”
Just like that he calls your half-bluff. He ducks his face into the crook of your neck and begins to suck another mark over the fading mark from his earlier endeavors. Your laughter quickly turns into a string of moans as he resumes the previous tempo of his thrusts. A surge of adrenalin flips your stomach on itself and excitement pulses through your body at the thought of his cum slowly dripping out of your cunt.
“I do.”
You squeeze his hands and shimmy him away from your neck so you can sink your teeth into his shoulder to hide the shame of your desire. A broken moan rattles its way up his throat as he entertains the fantasy you’ve conjured in his mind.
“You want me to fill you, hmm?” he whispers in a breathy tone between shallow breaths.
There’s no doubt in your mind that he feels the way your cunt tenses at his words to offer a wordless answer, but you also offer a muffled hum of affirmation.
“You want me to fuck my cum into you just like this, baby?” His words are followed by the sound of his balls slapping against your ass at a new feverish pace.
“Yes,” you whimper and bring your lips to his, high off the sensation of his dick plowing into you.
“Gonna take it all for me?”
“Mhm. Cum for me,” you plead between sloppy kisses. “Cum inside me.”
“Oh shit, baby,” he gasps.
You don’t get another opportunity to coax him into letting go because he’s already slamming his hips into you and crushing his mouth over yours. He’s buried deep inside of you when his hips still but you wiggle beneath him and purposefully clench to give him the tiniest overdose of pleasure. He sighs as he leans back, finally releasing his death grip on your sweaty palms.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, planting a kiss on your forehead.
“You’re sweet,” you murmur, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “Good lay too.”
He rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless. “Likewise.”
When he pulls out to rise and dispose of the condom you already miss his shape, but the unmistakable ache starts to set in: the ache of a pussy pounded too well after a long hiatus. You clamp your legs together and roll onto your side to expose the skin of your sweaty back to the cold air of the room, closing your eyes as you listen to the patter of raindrops against the window.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Mmm.” You don’t bother opening your eyes. “I seriously need another shower. Sorry about your bed.”
He kneels on the floor next to the edge of the bed and carefully moves the hair from your face. “You can soak my sheets any time.”
“Hmm. I’ll keep that in mind. Sounds gross though. Definitely don’t wanna lay in the puddle behind me.”
“Tired?”
“Yeah.”
“You gonna sleep right there?”
“No.”
You’re such a liar.
He lets a few seconds of silence pass before he speaks again. “How about shower and movie?”
You peek at him from beneath one eyelid. “What movie?”
“Thinking The Kick, unless you have something else in mind.”
“No, that’s— Wait, what time do we have to be at Tae’s?”
Namjoon’s eyes widen and he rubs the back of his neck. “Later… Uh, about that. Are we— I mean on one hand I don’t wanna make a big deal about it but…”
You bolt upright. “Oh no. They’re gonna make such a thing out of it. Nevermind. I’m never seeing them again.”
“It won’t be that bad.”
“Won’t it? Oh my god, if I show up in your clothes…”
“Geeksquad.” He grabs your face.
“Joonie.”
You reciprocate the action and squish his cheeks towards the center of his face, causing his lips to pucker. He quickly takes your hands into his own.
“Hey. Look at me,” he pauses to make sure you meet his eyes before he continues. “You’re fine. Stay. We’ll figure it out when we get there and we’ll do it together.”
“Okay,” you breathe a sigh of relief. “Okay.”
“Be my ride?” He flashes you his wide dimpled smile.
“Only if you’re mine later.” You wink and draw him into a chaste kiss.
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"Geeksquad."
His voice sounds distant and soft while reminding you you’re home. In this moment, you’re safe, you’re warm, and you’re loved. It’s too comforting to move away right now, too comforting to bring your eyes to open, so you cling to the heat of his body.
“Hey,” he tries again, gently nudging your shoulder. “Geeksquad, wake up.”
You make sure that your distaste is apparent with a loud grumble. You nuzzle against his chest with your cheek and hum like it will drown him out. He laughs softly as the sound fades away. He briefly lets silence fill the space, which allots you the precious seconds needed to hit the imaginary snooze button and doze off again. It seems he isn't having it when he lets out a loud sigh.
“You missed the end and it’s already five,” he tries to reason. “Weren’t you the one who told me not to let you sleep too long? Unless…” He carefully snakes his fingertips down to your side, hoping to remain undetected. “...You changed your mind about going home to get all cute because you finally realize you are cute, you know, without trying."
You groan against his chest and that seems to be enough to keep him quiet. Just as he feels your head begin to drop down he starts talking loudly.
"Oh, I see. You just really wanna be out flaunting how good you look wearing my clothes. That’s it, right?"
You lightly smack your hand against his chest but don’t allow yourself to let your guard down until you’re certain he's given up.
"That must be it," he continues. "Not you... Being a pain in the ass to wake up. At all.”
With your head pressed against his chest, you find it difficult to drift back off with every loud word dropping from his mouth and vibrating straight into your eardrum. Still you rock your forehead against him and try to ignore his booming voice. When his fingers dig into your side to tickle you, your body jolts up straight and you can’t help but laugh.
“Wow. She speaks,” he jokes. “...Kinda.”
You wiggle against his grip, thrusting your chest up while dipping your head back. You attempt to scold him with his name between a fit of giggles. “Stop,” you wheeze.
“But I love the way you laugh.” His fingers relax despite his words. He leans in to press his lips to your perfectly exposed neck.
Your breathless laughter quickly transforms into a subtle slew of whimpers. He swathes his tongue across a particularly sensitive spot and your breath hitches. You grab his arm and pull down like you want him to crush you like a bug. He doesn’t. Instead he smirks against your neck when he feels your nails dig into his bicep.
“Joonie…” you whine.
He offers his inquiry in the form of a hum that radiates vibrations from the point of contact with your skin.
You’re embarrassed to admit the million things you want to ask him to do right now in place of complaining about his teasing. “Come closer.”
“Closer how?” he murmurs before kissing that spot again.
You take the hand at your side and slip it beneath the worn fabric of your shirt. You don’t have to lead him very far until he’s molding the flesh of your breast with his hand and you’re panting shallow breaths into the air around you. The sweet kiss at your neck turns into a sinful demonstration. The things he could do to you, for you. Do you truly know?
You know you never want him to leave. The heat from his mouth seems to sear a path of lava straight to your core. Your fingers glide through his hair and settle at his jaw. It takes all of your self control to gently push him away from that delightful spot he’s found so that you can plant a soft kiss against his jaw.
You draw out a groan as you pull away. “Maybe we should just cancel.”
“Mmm, don’t tempt me. You know I will,” he murmurs, chasing after your lips.
You lean back just a bit further, a grin plastered on your face as you allow him to press his mouth against yours just one more time.
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The rain has been reduced to a light patter against your windshield now. You’re grateful that visibility is decent as you pull up to the familiar curb in front of Namjoon’s building. Already waiting just within the building’s entrance, he sprints out at the sight of your headlights. He eagerly hops into the passenger seat and you do your best not to look over at him. Suddenly, you’re nervous. Have your palms ever secreted this much sweat in your life? Still you keep your hands planted on the steering wheel, staring ahead like you’re playing the role of a first-time chauffeur.
Sensing a lingering apprehension, he clears his throat as his seatbelt clicks into place. “Everything okay?”
Keeping the car in park, you allow yourself to look over at him. He smells good. He looks incredible, even in a simple black tee and jeans. And he’s looking at you like all he wants to do is kiss your lips for the millionth time today. It’s like you can feel the anxiety melt from your face.
“I’m nervous,” you admit, shaking out your hands as though that will clear the sweat from them. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”
Your sheepish laugh causes him to reach out for your sweaty palm. To your surprise his hand is just as hot and moist as yours. Regardless of how uncomfortable it is, he holds on tight and laces his fingers between yours.
“It’s okay. Me too.”
The pair of you stare at each other for a few seconds in silence, just smiling and trying to think of what you were going to say before promptly getting lost in one another’s eyes. How is it you’ve never noticed the softness in his features when he looks at you like this? It still feels kind of surreal. But your heart skips a beat and you allow yourself to acknowledge the way heat radiates from your cheeks. You want to kiss him, to reassure him you’re not going to waffle on him again, but you’re too entranced by the infatuation smeared across every aspect of his face.
When you finally speak, he starts at the same time and you both have to pause and laugh. Silence falls between you, but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s charged. It’s shy. It’s excited. He bites his lip and drags it through his teeth as his eyes rake over any part of you they can.
“You look beautiful.”
You lick your lips and your smile grows larger in response. “I- Thank you. I’m. We-- I mean, you look…” A nervous laugh slips into the breath between your words. “Hi.”
He leans across the armrest and plants a soft kiss against your lips. The moment you reciprocate his tongue dips into your mouth and glides against yours. It takes all of your willpower to keep the car running instead of plucking the keys out and dragging him back into his apartment to fuck him stupid. Still you rely on him to break the kiss.
“Hi,” he whispers, dragging a thumb across your cheek as he cups your jaw. “Still nervous?”
You nod. “My stomach hurts.”
“Hey, they’re our friends. It’ll be okay.”
“I know. You’re right.” You sit back against your seat and stare blankly out the foggy windshield. “I haven’t answered Jennie all day. She’s asking and I… I don’t want to answer.”
His heart sinks. It sounds like you want to keep things a secret, even though he knows you’re a terrible liar. No wonder you’re so nervous. It’s the last thing he wants to do, but if you asked he would attempt to cover for the both of you. He sincerely hopes you don’t ask.
“It’s just… I don’t want it to be a text. I mean, do we go in holding hands?” you ask, instantly allaying his fears. “Do we just announce it?”
He breathes a sigh of relief. “Geeksquad, come on. Pretend like nothing’s changed. Things are basically the same right?”
You nod, but your expression casts uncertainty over the action. “Right, right. We can just say it like that, right? I mean, we still work at the same place. We still like to hang out together. Watch movies,It’s just a little more… intimate. You know, the kind of time you spend with someone that you care about and like… make out and have bomb sex and—”
“I’ll tell them we’re together,” he interrupts. “You’re my girlfriend. You signed the love contract.”
“Okay but you’re not going to tell them about the contract right?”
“Mmm. Maybe. Didn’t see anything about it in the terms and conditions.” He laughs.
“Uh, the fine print says you’re sworn to secrecy of its existence. You know, like fight club.”
“Must have missed that. Didn’t have my glasses on, you know?”
“Oh, here.” The lightbulb in your head flickers on. You rummage through the compartment beneath the armrest, presenting Namjoon with the glasses you’d been meaning to return for some time now. “Maybe these will help. You left them at my place.”
“Shit. I thought I lost those.” He sighs, taking them from you. “Wish I hadn’t ordered another pair.”
“Sorry, I kept forgetting to give them to you,” you admit.
He smiles. “Did you forget, or were you pining over me? Be real with me, Geeksquad.”
You roll your eyes. “Okay. I’m gonna start driving before I push you out of this car.”
“Sniffing them because they remind you of me?” he teases.
“Yeah. They smell like avocados.” You laugh as you turn your attention to the road. “You’re lucky hipster glasses are in.”
“Alright, baby.”
He hums in amusement, sparing a glance out the window beside him. It seems like the barrage of rainy days may be coming to an end soon. At least he hopes so. There’s not much he wouldn’t give to take you to his favorite hiking spots, have a picnic with you under clear blue skies, or lay on a sandy beach with you by his side.
“You keep calling me baby,” you point out quietly, pulling him from his reverie.
“Wha— I’m sorry. It was heat of the moment and it felt really natural when we were fucking you know? But if it’s weird now, I-I can stop. I’ll stick with tried and true Geeksquad.” He stumbles through his embarrassment in true Namjoon fashion.
“No, I like it. I just wanted to tell you it... makes me feel good. Way better than Geeksquad.”
“Yeah, you are.”
You smirk and reach for his hand and he gives you a tight squeeze, driving the rest of the way in a comfortable silence. Holding his hand is enough to keep you distracted from all the noise in your head.
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Knock-knockknock—-knock-knock.
The answer to your knock is the resounding pound of Hobi’s fist through the barrier of the door.
KNOCK-KNOCK.
The door swings open and Hoseok’s smiling face greets you. Namjoon’s hand falls from around your shoulder on instinct. Although Hoseok’s eyes briefly drop to Namjoon’s twitching fingers he draws no further attention to the reaction, stepping aside and gesturing for the pair of you to enter. Seokjin’s incoherent shouting carries from the other room, nearly drowning out your greetings.
“It’s about time.” Hoseok tips a bottle to his lips and the majority of the liquid sloshes back down as he makes a face and runs to shove it against Yoongi’s shoulder. “Yuck.”
Yoongi takes a hearty swig without so much as a glance away from the kitchen. The unmistakable bounce of a ping pong ball springs from the unseen room and you lean back to attempt to see around the blockade Yoongi and Hoseok’s bodies have created between you and whatever is happening in there.
“They started playing while we were waiting for you. Should be done soon,” Hobi says, walking back towards you. “Jimin and Tae put up a good fight but Jungkookie is too good.”
“You didn’t have to wait. We could have met you there,” Namjoon says, rubbing the back of his neck and stealing a sideways glance at you.
Hoseok raises an eyebrow and smirks, his eyes following Namjoon’s to you. His bony finger pokes your spine and you instantly tense and straighten your posture.
“I think we all wanted to wait.”
He knows. Even as you spin towards him you feel it. Despite the words left unspoken, somehow he already knows.
Yup. It’s time. Just get it over with. Easier thought than done.
“Why?” you blurt.
“Well...” Hoseok begins, ghosting his fingers over your shoulder as he walks towards the couch to put his shoes on. “We wanted to see you guys. Had a feeling we might not see too much of you as the night goes on. Figured you might want some,” he pauses to finish knotting his shoelace, grinning at you as he stands, “hmm, alone time?”
“I— Pssfht. What?” The unexpected shrillness of your voice cuts through the space between you. You clear your throat and do your best to dampen your anxiety. “I mean, like, why would we—? We’re—We, uh, whew… Is it hot in here?”
Words are no good right now. Anything else you say will just be another unnecessary embarrassment to endure. Your heartbeat resides in your ears as your flight response kicks in. Namjoon must hear it too because drapes his arm around your shoulder and pulls you towards the comforting mass of his chest.
Your fingers fidget with your keys even though you know you won’t need them tonight. You consider tossing them in the bowl Tae keeps on the counter, but that would require walking past the rest of your friends and abandoning Namjoon. You agreed you would face them together.
Namjoon smiles softly and gives your arm a reassuring squeeze. “We’re good, man.”
“Are you?” The look on Hoseok’s face tells you he’s hoping you’ll expand on Namjoon’s short answer. “How are you doing, Y/N? Has that douche tried to contact you?”
You almost forgot about Jihoon. It seems like such a distant memory now. The sting of his words echo in the darkest corner of your mind, but not for long. A smile forces those thoughts to scatter as you look to Namjoon for support. You take a breath and exhale a relieved sigh.
“Nope. He’s gone for good, I think.” You reach for Namjoon’s hand, using the courage his touch instills to fuel your confession. “If he comes back around I’m sure my boyfriend will try to kick his ass.”
“Wait. It’s finally happening?” Hoseok’s eyes go wide and he springs from the couch in an instant to poke his fingers against your sides. He didn’t expect to be totally correct in his assumptions, but he hoped for it. “For really real?”
You said it first. Out loud. Namjoon’s stomach churns in excitement as he looks at you. You’re grinning like a dork and nodding even though he knows you’re embarrassed as hell. Yeah. He’s pretty sure he’s never been more in love with your goofy ass smile. Hoseok covers your entwined fingers with both of his hands and practically drags you both towards the kitchen.
“Guys, guys! It’s official!”
The ball leaves Jungkook’s fingertips, launches across the table and circles the rim of the final cup as his opponents turn away. The room goes quiet, save for the airy spin of the ball slowly decelerating into the contents of the cup. Namjoon adjusts his glasses and you swallow hard under the burning spotlight of your friends’ eyes.
“Drumroll, please!” Hoseok demands with a smile, rolling his tongue to begin the buildup. “Bdrdrdrrdrdrdrdrdrdrdrdrdr--”
Yoongi presses his lips together to hold back a smile and begins drumming his fingers on the wall beside him. Not willing to be outdone, Seokjin and Jungkook join in, pounding their fists on the table, followed by the light tap of Jimin’s hands against his thighs, and the smack of Taehyung’s palms against his face.
“I present to you the moment we’ve all been waiting for…” Hoseok ducks behind the pair of you and lifts your arms like you’ve just tied for victory in a boxing match. “Joonsquad!”
The inflection at the end of his tone makes you cringe almost as hard as the nickname.
“Nope. No. We’re not calling it that.”
“Joonsquad? Really?”
The combined cheers from your friends drown out your objections.
Jimin’s arms are the first to wrap you both into a tight bear hug. “I’m so happy for you both.”
The statement seems genuine, but you’re flooded with the embarrassing memory of drunkenly slobbering over his face. Namjoon had always reminded you that Jimin was used to keeping things casual but still you find yourself ashamed for going there. Harmless flirting and games of chicken ruled your friendship with Jimin for so long. You used to fantasize about his lips exploring your body, but it seems so preposterous now. You’re not sure when it happened, but things changed.
Despite your mind’s acknowledgement of his beauty there is no worry accompanying it, no butterflies wreaking havoc on your senses. Your simple crush has faded into surface appreciation. It seems easy to recognize that now that you’ve stopped trying to push down the feelings you have for your best friend. Any lingering affections you bear resemble nothing more than a strengthened friendship, much like the one you’ve shared with Jennie for years.
Even with all the back slaps and fistbumps, Namjoon’s eyes are trained on you in a smitten stupor. Embarrassment does nothing to steal the light in your eyes or the joy in your laugh. All of the congratulations in the world can’t reach his ears when you’re looking at him like that.
“I knew it!” Jennie comes running from around the corner, pushing past all the men in her path to throw her arms around you. “No wonder you’ve been dodging my texts. I wanna know everything.” She attempts a whisper, but softness doesn’t translate through the liquor already clouding her voice. “In detail.”
Namjoon clears his throat loudly to combat the redness spreading along his ears. “Where are we headed? Seesaw?”
Everyone looks at one another like they hadn’t really thought about it.
“Sure. Your first drink is on me.” Yoongi throws an arm around Namjoon.
Hoseok weaves his arm beneath Yoongi’s from Namjoon’s other side, beginning to walk them towards the door. “It’s a dancing night, don’t you think?”
“How about we hit up the strip club after?” Jungkook suggests, already tugging his sneakers on and stumbling towards the door.
Seokjin rolls his eyes and claps a hand around the youngest’s neck. “Do you really want to break up a couple so soon?”
“What? They can look together, right? Wings doesn’t discriminate. It’s like a bonding thing. You don’t mind, do you, Y/N?”
“Don’t worry, Y/N. We’re not going there.” Seokjin turns back to Jungkook to whisper, “Not every celebration needs to be at a strip club.”
“I’ll remember that on your birthday,” Jungkook mutters, already on his way out the door.
The others begin to follow suit but before you can get too far, Taehyung latches onto your elbow. “Keys.”
“Right.” You produce a tangled mess of keychains and keys. Namjoon hangs back to wait with you, leaning against the doorframe as Tae disappears.
“You’re always welcome to stay here,” Tae offers as your keys clang against the others in the bowl.
Namjoon chews on his lip and looks to you. As long as you’ll lay next to him he doesn’t care where he sleeps tonight.
“Depends how drunk we get,” you reply with a smile, lacing your fingers with Namjoon’s to lead him out of the apartment. “Thanks, Tae.”
He grins and pats Namjoon’s shoulder after locking the door. “Don’t worry, Jungkook washed all the sheets yesterday.”
You flip up the hood of your sweater and tighten the strings to cover your face. You’re definitely not coming back here tonight.
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You’ve done your best to balance your attention between your friends throughout the night, sharing food, drinking and laughing together. But as the night continues you feel your energy draining with each attempt to remain social and engaged in conversation. You’re grateful when Namjoon steers the conversation away from you, leading most of the table towards the bar to collect more drinks for everyone. Only Hoseok and Yoongi are left to hold down the table with you. You’re pretty sure Namjoon is counting on the majority of the group getting distracted and splitting off. At least you’re hoping that’s what he’s playing at because you’d really like to get away from all the questions and stories.
When you yawn Yoongi nudges your elbow out from under you, forcing you to catch yourself before your chin slams against the table.
“Tired?” he asks with a smirk, eyes focused elsewhere.
“Mmm,” you agree with a nod. “I guess I should get up before they come back or I’ll be stuck here forever, huh?”
“You know, you’re not being rude if you want to head out. You don’t have to stay and prove anything. We’ve all been rooting for you to get together. If you wanna slip away for some privacy, you should.”
It’s funny how well your friends know you. You can’t even remember what life was like before they came along.
“A break from questions would be nice,” you admit with a stretch of your arms.
Hoseok, who’s been nursing the same drink all night, brings the glass to his lips and gulps down a rather large sip and scrunches his features together. “Blegh. Ooooor you can come dance with me.” He wiggles his eyebrows for good measure.
You stare him down, tonguing the straw to your tequila sunrise and trying to steal the last sip of the drink from the ice that remains in your glass. Is he trying to fuck with you?
“Don’t worry, I’ll be good.” He laughs, offering you his hand. “Namjoonie’s not much of a dancer, but I think he’d be willing to learn from you more than me. Think I can teach you something to show him before he gets back?”
“Hobi, I know how to dance,” you say with a laugh, although you’re already taking his hand.
“Mmm, do you though?” Hoseok flitters his free hand back and forth. “Ehhhh.”
With a roll of your eyes, you spare Yoongi a glance. “You coming?”
Yoongi leans back in his seat with a shake of his head. He casually pops a fry into his mouth.“Go on. I’ll send Namjoon your way so Hobi will keep his hands above your waist.”
“That’s just rude,” Hoseok scoffs, pulling you towards the dance floor.
He’s true to his word, dancing as respectably as someone with hips like Hoseok can. He guides your hips with his hands as he sways behind you.
“You’re perfect for him,” he says.
“What?” Your rhythm falters and you lose your sense of balance, stepping on his foot as you try to keep yourself from falling. “Sorry.”
He laughs, tickling your sides. “See? That’s what I mean. Took you dummies long enough to realize it.”
“It’s my fault. I was too scared and stupid to see what was right in front of me this entire time.” You sigh and lean back, surprised to find his chest a decent distance away. “I still think he’s too good for me.”
“Oh, pffft. Stop it,” Hoseok chides in your ear.
“I hope— Ugh, nevermind.”
“What?”
A small chuckle escapes with a held breath. “It’s dumb.”
“So?”
“I just— I hope my love is good enough for him.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that.”
His hands hug around your stomach and push you closer to him, but the way they subtly tremble as they descend to rest on your hips feels different. When Hoseok steps around and hands still clasp you from behind, your heart soars. If not for the familiarity of the stiff chest at your back and the loving embrace enveloping your form, you might be nervous.
Namjoon’s lips caress your ear as he whispers, “You know it is.”
Even your best attempt to hide your embarrassed smile would fail, so it’s a good thing you’re not even trying. Hoseok wears a satisfied grin as he watches you turn towards Namjoon for a shy kiss. He thinks about leaving you with dancing advice, but instead he decides to slink away wordlessly. There isn’t anything he could say right now that the two of you would hear, not when you’re in a world of your own like this.
It’s easy to lose track of time as you grind against him, teasing him with every swaying motion of your hips. Every sigh against your ear spurs you on to press him further. Even with all the layers between you, the hard length grinding against your ass is ever-present and obvious enough to make you want to bend over so he can take you right here.
Instead you dance and feel his body move against yours until exhaustion starts to set in. Tae and Jennie are already waiting for a ride by the time you step outside. Your cheeks ache from smiling so much and every muscle in your face is too tired to speak. She looks just as tired as you but she gives you a small greeting.
It’s funny how you don’t find anything odd about the way she leans into Tae as they sit near one another, or the way Tae is absentmindedly stroking her hair. You feel like it should be odd, but the world is so far away that you can’t hold the details in your brain long enough to make a connection. Between the haze of alcohol and sleep, you’re too far gone to think too much about it.
Namjoon keeps his arm around you as he talks to Tae, but you don’t catch much of their conversation. Sleep threatens to take you where you stand. You count yourself lucky that Namjoon cares for you so well. You close your eyes to rest for a moment, but when you open them again he’s unbuckling your seatbelt and helping you out of the lyft. You shuffle past the threshold of Tae’s home.
Namjoon leads you down the hall to the guest room and pulls on the dangling chain on the lamp near the bed. A soft yellow glow fills the room as you start to sleepily yank the clothing from your body. Namjoon quickly goes for the open door, but Tae is already in the doorway averting his gaze with one hand and holding a small quilt in the other.
“Thanks. She, uh, gets really cold,” Namjoon says, blocking your body with his frame as you bend at the waist to untie the shoes you now realize are blocking your pants from sliding over your feet.
“Sorry. Let me know if you need anything else,” Tae mumbles, clearly embarrassed. “Goodnight.”
“Night,” Namjoon murmurs back, clutching the quilt as he softly closes the door and turns to you. “Baby.”
“Hmm.”
Your foot is stuck in your shoe but you can’t get your foot out because your shoe is stuck in your jeans. This is a conundrum.
“Baby, you’re gonna fall. Sit down. I’ll help you.”
“I can do it,” you mumble, plopping down on the edge of the bed.
“I know,” he says, already on his knees before you.
He frees your legs and gives you a kiss as he helps you wiggle below the bedspread, setting the quilt on top of your side.
“It’s hot,” you mumble.
“I know.”
“Too hot for blankets.”
“I know. How about the sheet?” he asks, rolling everything back except for the topsheet. He knows you. You’ll want them again soon enough.
“Mm. Come here.” You reach your grabby hands out for him as he flicks the light off.
“I’m coming.” He laughs and slides beside you. “So needy.”
Although you know he can’t see you pout, he pulls you toward his chest anyway and it turns into a smirk against his warm skin.
“It’s ‘cause I needy--you” you slur with a giggle, planting your lips against his chest in a drawn out kiss.
“You’re a hot mess and I love you,” he says, shaking his head.
“Love you, too.”
It’s clear you’re already falling asleep but he gently strokes your arm until the world around you begins to cool and fall away. When you roll away with a shiver, he carefully secures your body in a cocoon of blankets and drapes his arm and leg over you. Not even overheating could keep him from your touch. A wave of calm overtakes him.
This time he knows: this is love.
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Months into your relationship,you’ve have prepared for the end of the semester by planning a little vacation for just the two of you. Namjoon struggles to get through his last day of work, daydreaming about staying at Tae’s summer home and laying on the beach with you. His favorite hiking spot isn’t too far from there and he’s been dying to take you and show you the clearing of wildflowers he loves so much. Hopefully they’ve bloomed beautifully.
He yawns and stretches out, flipping the binder on his desk. It’s been a long day, commemorating the end of a long week. He’s exhausted, but he’s graded every last paper and is in good shape to submit final scores by the deadline. His phone buzzes against the dark wood in the only spot bereft of errant papers. He flips the screen around, finally allowing himself to check the time and give in to distractions.
You: Still working bae
He smiles, thumb gliding over the screen effortlessly while attempting to organize the mess on his desk.
Namjoon: Just finishing up.
You: 😏
You: can I
You: come before you finish
You: it’s only fair
He halts his efforts to stare at his phone.
Namjoon: …
You: yes??
Namjoon: 🤦♂️
You: what? I’m serious
You: 😈😈😈
Namjoon: You on campus?
You: I mean...
You: who else is gonna be your ride 😘
He shakes his head, smile growing wider as he glances up at the monitor before him. He definitely doesn’t miss running to catch the last bus on late nights. He’s nearly done logging final comments. He’ll be done sooner than you can get here, but this might be as good a time as any to make the reveal.
Namjoon hits the icon to call you, swooning at the familiar image of you stealing his drink. He straightens his glasses and types away at the keyboard while trapping the phone between his ear and shoulder. It doesn’t ring for very long.
“Joonie?”
“Hey, I gotta upload these grades but I’m having trouble.”
You sigh. The last thing you want to do tonight is work, especially not with what you had planned. “What kind of trouble?”
Even as he types away on the keyboard, his mind searches for a term, some kind of red alert to get you off the phone and into his office so he can tell you in person.
“Uh… blue screen.”
“Blue screen of death?” You rub your temple. “What does it say?”
“Uh,” he swallows, pausing to proofread the comment along with the grade he’s about to submit. “It just restarted.”
“On its own?”
Submit.
“Yeah.”
“Is this the first time it’s doing this?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, see if it starts up okay. We can always come back before we go on vacation.”
“Baby, I really want to get these done tonight. I was so close to being done so we can start tonight.”
You sigh heavily and check your makeup in the rearview mirror. “Is it starting up?”
“No, it’s beeping.”
Even straining your ears doesn’t help you pick up on the sound. “Are you sure?”
“Can you come here? Please?”
Your heart melts. “I’ll be right there.”
You turn the car off and grab one of Namjoon’s oversized hoodies from the backseat. You slip it over your skimpy outfit and carefully make your way to the library, tugging on the hem like it will somehow magically cover all the exposed flesh down to your knees. No such luck. Regardless of how many times you’ve practiced wearing these awful heels, it’s not like you expected to be walking up several flights of stairs in them.
There’s no security guard at the station across the quad. You don’t know if you should feel as happy as you do about that. Despite the voice in the back of your head telling you to get in your car and demand an escort to his office, embarrassment outweighs any fear for safety and you push on. Only a familiar yellow cardigan draped over a chair greets you at the receptionist’s desk, its occupant long gone for the night.
Adrenaline pumps through your veins as you climb the stairs, passing stack after stack of dimly lit bookshelves until you’re standing outside of the only office still illuminated. Thankfully the door is propped open and you power walk as fast as you can towards it. The faster you can fix it, the faster you can head home and celebrate the end of the semester the way you originally planned.
He nearly tips the chair as he stands. It hits the back wall of his office with a graceless bang. “Y/N? Are those heels? Did you drive here in those?”
It’s difficult to keep your lips as they are when he adorns that expression, features battling between where they might settle: aroused or awestruck. You’d rather not screw up the perfect lipstick application you worked so hard to achieve— not yet at least. The plan is to be on your knees when that happens.
“You look—” he pauses as his traveling eyes try to glean any information they can. His voice lowers to a whisper and he quickly attempts to sate his curiosity with a wandering hand up your thigh. “Are-Are you not wearing anything under there?”
Before you can answer his fingers find the pleated fabric hidden beneath the hoodie and a new, eager question fumbles from his lips. “What are... you wearing?”
As much as you’d like for him to keep exploring, you muster enough willpower to smack his hands away. It’s only fair that he has to wait while you work.
“Computer first. You said it was beeping. Did it ever start back up?”
He swallows hard as you round the desk and start troubleshooting. It’s hard to think when all the blood in his brain is quickly evacuating in favor of inhabiting a far less intelligent location. He’s supposed to say something. He knows that much. But you look so beautiful he forgets how to say it. Your brows furrow in frustration and you sigh his name.
You’ve done your makeup, your hair is down for the first time in a long time, and you even put on a cute outfit as far as he can gather. But here you are in his hoodie, donning a pair of blue-light blocking glasses, rolling up the baggy sleeves, and tying your hair into a tight ponytail as you start to go into full on geeksquad mode. Even with your hunched shoulders and irritated tongue clicking, you’re trying to help him, still beautiful in the way he loves.
Underneath all that skin-deep beauty that fades with time, within the wrinkles that have already begun to crease the edges of your eyes and the corners of your mouth, you shine. You shine brighter than any star he’s ever seen. Months of reflecting your light haven’t been enough to show you the true glow of your soul, but he’s confident that one day you’ll see it.
He’s pulled back to reality as your scowl settles on him. Repeatedly pressing the power button with your finger won’t change the fact that he’s purposefully unplugged it, a fact it seems you’ve come to realize when you reach for the VGA cable and there’s nothing there.
A charming, dimpled smile graces his features and he picks up the monitor with ease. “I, uh, think maybe something fell off before you got here.”
“There’s nothing wrong with your computer, is there?” You lean back in the chair and sigh as he stands there like a fool on the opposite side of the desk, cradling his LCD screen like a bouquet.
“No,” he says sheepishly. He gently lowers the monitor to the floor and sighs. “I planned on presenting this better, but you distracted me. There’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about for a while now.”
Your stomach is spinning and you take in a deep breath. Oh fuck. Is he really going to break up with you? No, he can’t be. He wouldn’t be smiling about that. Would he?
“Nothing bad,” he quickly adds, circling behind the desk and your chair in one large stride. His thumbs dive into the fabric of your hoodie to rub circles into your shoulders. “At least I don’t think you’ll think it’s bad…” Terror strikes at his belly and he adds, “Unless you do...”
“Joon. Please. You’re stressing me out. Whatever it is, just tell me.”
He spins the chair around and squats down onto one knee. He straightens his tie and reaches for your hand, sending your stomach on another rollercoaster ride, only this one is running in the complete opposite direction and you’re equally as unprepared. You’re not really a marriage kind of person. Well, maybe you are, but you’re not sure. It’s too soon to know! You’re more of a limbless amoeba at this point, stuffed into heels and floating with the other protozoa in the petri dish of the universe, unthinking, just existing.
The world stops as he reaches into his coat pocket and you find yourself too petrified to speak. You close your eyes and slump into the chair like you’ve become a being comprised solely of pudding. Your skirt rides up as you sink and your panties shrink into the world’s thinnest thong. Have you ever held a breath for this long? Maybe you’ll melt through the mesh seat and evaporate into the cheap carpet below. It takes him too long to realize his latest mistake.
It was probably the pudding hand that tipped him off.
“Oh. Shit. Okay. No, look at me. I’m not—” He laughs and sets something in your palm, closing your fingers around it and holding them there. “Look.”
You finally settle on the floor before him and squeeze the item in your palm. It feels unremarkable, like a basic wire or plastic cap. The most remarkable part about it is that it is definitely not a ring.
Relief washes over you with the breath you exhale. “Joon. You’re killing me. Please.”
“Here’s the thing.”
He releases your hand so you can look at this unremarkable thing that has caused you so much panic. It’s the plastic head of a CAT5 plug, pins and all. You tilt your head to one side and inspect it with childlike curiosity and bewilderment.
“I’m not that bad with computers. I mean, I’m not like you-level, but I’m not as bad as you think.”
Things begin to click into place. This isn’t just any ethernet plug. It’s the first one, the one you couldn’t fathom disappearing like it did, leaving a mess of wires in its wake. Namjoon just seemed so clueless that you naturally blamed drunken students vandalizing campus property for shits and giggles. It never crossed your mind that the sweet, quiet professor could have staged the whole thing.
“Before I knew you, I wanted to know you. But I felt like I needed an excuse to talk to you so I…” He reaches into his pocket and adds various bits of broken plastic and screws to your cupped hand. “...did this.”
You blink stupidly at the pile in your palm, watching busted pieces of plastic slide off the side of the tiny heap of junk and fall onto the floor beside your knees. “Oh my god. You…?”
“Breaking things seemed like the easiest way to spend time with you,” he admits. “At least at first. I started doing less destructive things after a while. Deleting empty documents. Unplugging my keyboard. Turning off bluetooth. Moving my email shortcuts. I mean, damn. I thought you caught me more than once. I kept waiting for you to call me out. I dreaded it. I hoped for it.”
A cackle bubbles in the back of your throat but you suppress it with a snort. “So you held onto these? This whole time?”
“I didn’t know if I should like, recycle them or not and it’s not like I could ask you. And I mean googling that just seems suspicious. I’m not about to land myself on a watch list or something. But like, for real, you should definitely tell me if I can recycle them though because I have more and I would really like to clean out my drawer.”
Laughter breaches your lips in full force. “You faked being bad at stuff this whole time? Joonie, are you serious? I can’t believe I fell for the way — the way you type!” You cough and wheeze, trying to catch your breath between laughs. “With two fingers! I should have known. Only dads type like that. Oh my god. “
He offers a sheepish smile. “Actually, I really type like that. Something about the keys.”
“Oh.” Your laughter dies. “Sorry. I mean that like… mmm. You know what, I meant what I said. Kinda crazy, considering you text faster than me.”
Namjoon rolls his eyes. “Okay. Texting is different.”
You cross your arms, burying the broken pieces in your clenched fist. “Have you ever needed my help? Should even come running anymore?”
“Hey, sometimes I really do. I’m still clumsy. Plus, it’s out there now. I have no reason to waste your time... unless you want me to. I won’t stop you from climbing under my desk in those hot pants you wear with all the little pockets.”
You furrow your brows and scoff, an incredulous grin spreading across your face. “My cargo pants? Those pockets are huge.”
“Not compared to your ass.” He shakes his head with a smile, holds up his hands like he’s cupping your ass and pretends to squeeze it a couple times.
“Why are you like this?” You laugh with a roll of your eyes.
“Excuse me, who’s the one getting so drunk she’s going on thinking it’s hot to talk about making guacamole with my avocado dick?”
“Vaguely remember that. Smeared it all over me though, didn’t you?” You grin and wiggle your eyebrows.
He purses his lips and takes a breath. “If you mean watched you drink too fast on an empty stomach while we waited for takeout, sat with you while you dry-heaved for 20 minutes untiI I carried you to the couch and held your hand till you drank enough water to fall asleep, then yeah. Smeared it good.”
“And that’s why… I love you.”
You lean in and stop short of his lips, sitting back enough to narrow your eyes at him.
”Wait a minute. Projector.”
If you’ve been living on a ramen and cereal diet for two years because of a man’s inability to properly express romantic interest, you’re going to be pissed, regardless of how much you love said man now.
“Oh, hey, no. Hold up. The projector was a real accident. I cried,” he reminds you. “I will proclaim you as my goddess and savior for all time on that one.”
“Goddess, huh?” you smirk and close your fist around the busted pieces, leaning in for a kiss. “You gonna call me that instead now? I think I like that better than Geeksquad.”
He hums disagreement against your lips, “Mmm-mmm.”
You rest your forehead against his. “Promise me you won’t purposefully break anything else going forward.”
“I promise. That includes your heart,” he whispers, cupping your chin and pressing his lips against your cheek.
“You are so corny.” You pull at his tie, grinning as you lure him to your lips again. “And I’m so here for it. Now are you gonna help me up so we can start our vacation? Or are you gonna sit there with a hard dick and pretend like you still have work to do?”
He clicks his tongue and rises to his feet to extend a hand to you. As you attempt to pull yourself up, he reaches for your sides and lifts you with ease until you’re perched on the edge of his desk. He didn’t ask you to part your legs yet they spread for him anyway, wrapping around his waist and pulling him close.
“Are you gonna make me guess what all this is about?” he asks, tilting his head to the side and giving your crude ponytail a soft tug.
You smirk, staring at the red streaks of your lipstick circling his mouth while you try to ignore the heat between your legs that begs you to take him right here. You’ve imagined fucking on this desk thousands of times, but at least you still have enough sense to realize the risk in playing out that fantasy. He’s got a perfectly good desk at his place anyway.
“Take me home and maybe you’ll get to find out,” you say, pulling your keys from the hoodie pocket and letting them hang from your finger.
He groans as he takes them from you. “You know I can’t do highways.”
“Backroads are fine.”
“It’s gonna take forever,” he complains, dropping his head to your shoulder.
“It’s a good time to practice. Come on.” You pat his back a couple times and hop down from the desk, making sure to grind yourself against his erection. “I promise I’ll make it worth the wait.”
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As soon as you’re in his apartment, you remove the hoodie to reveal your very crude surprise: a slutty schoolgirl costume. Eyes wide and jaw slack, he stops loosening his tie to imitate a lifeless statue of a drooling neanderthal.
“Y/N, what is… Why?”
“Because,” you begin in a low, sultry tone as you drag your fingers over the soft silk still in his hand. “I want you to teach me a lesson.”
His soft exhale fills the space between you and he stumbles to form a response. He laughs nervously, unable to compose himself. “What?”
You bite your lip, suddenly feeling stupidly uncertain. “You… watch this porn all the time, don’t you? At least I thought you did. Oh. Oh god. This is stupid. Sorry.”
He grips your shoulders to keep you from running towards the bedroom. His eyelids flutter for a
second as he struggles to compose his thoughts. “No. It’s fine. I’m all for roleplay. I’m just... I’m not into the teacher-student trope.”
You frown and reach into the hard-drive files of your brain for any porn you’ve seen on his computer. He’s lying and he knows you know it. He wilts under your puzzled gaze.
“I’m not that into it. Like a lot. I’ve seen some, but only when the story is there.”
“Oh, the story?” You hold back a giggle.
Is he really trying to tell you he’s watching porn for the plot to cover for some terrible porno choices? He should know by now that you don’t care about that. You’ve watched more than your fair share of terrible videos just to get off and immediately hated yourself after. It shouldn’t come as a surprise considering he pretended to be a total idiot with technology for years to cover up his feelings.
“What? I’m serious. I think it’s great when the woman is the teacher and the guy is her equal, you know? She definitely makes as much as he does, if not more because she does it in tight clothes because of the dress code, you know? And he comes in one day after hours and is like how does all this work, anyway? And she starts explaining but you know a button snaps and there’s tension. Baby, you know I’m a feminist. I would never—”
“Joonie. I’m not judging you. I wouldn’t do it if I wasn’t into it myself. I thought it might be fun. And I mean… I really wanted an excuse to have you bend me over your desk, but if you’re not interested I can just—” As soon as you start to work at the buttons of your blouse, he reaches out to stop you.
“We can try it,” he says, bashfully taking a step back and tapping his fingertips against yours. “I’d like to, if you’re down.”
You see an opportunity to break the tension and put him at ease, donning your best valley-girl accent. “Oh em gee, Professor Kim! You are, like, my favorite teacher. Is there some way I can get some extra credit? Puhleeeaase.”
“Nope, none of that,” he says with a laugh, twining his fingers with yours. “As a rule you cannot use that voice.”
“Fair enough.” You lead him towards the desk and gesture to the chair nearby. “How about I’m the teacher since you like that plot point so much?”
He chews his lip to hold back a toothy grin and watches with eager eyes as you bend at the waist to inspect the desk before him, giving a clear view of your ass and panties as your skirt rises. You relocate anything valuable to the nearby bookshelf and work on gathering the papers strewn about the surface.
“Sorry just let me gather up all my extra paychecks,” you mumble.
Once the desk is clear you perch yourself on its edge. Namjoon is already holding out a hair tie and a pair of glasses.
“You forgot these at the staff meeting.”
You roll your eyes and grin, working your hair into a messy bun and resting the glasses atop your head. “Thank you, Professor Kim.”
“Professor Kim is my father. Call me Namjoon.”
You purse your lips and try your best not to laugh, uncrossing and recrossing your legs purposefully. “I suppose you can call me Y/N, then.”
He makes no attempt to hide his lurid gaze, but his eyes travel to your face and he smiles. “Can I call you beautiful, instead?”
“Very smooth, Joonie,” you chuckle, breaking character for a moment.
“Joonie. Hmm. I like the way that sounds in your mouth.”
“I think there’s something else you’d like in my mouth. Maybe you’d like to put it in?”
Namjoon straightens in his seat as you approach, chest heaving in anticipation as he spreads his legs further so you might slot yourself between them. He dips his tongue into your mouth and you work his belt off, slowly sinking to your knees as you try to will yourself to break away from his kiss. He’s eager to unzip his pants and free his cock for you. It stands at attention, eagerly awaiting your touch.
Your breath warms the tip as you skim your lips across him, teasing him just enough to have him twitching, aching to thrust into that pretty mouth. He bites his lip as he looks down at you and inhales sharply through his nose the moment you grip his shaft. The moan that follows is like music to your ears and you grant him the flat of your tongue to reward such a sound.
He combs his fingers through his hair and clutches your shoulder as you take him into your mouth. The dark swollen head of his shaft is thick enough to make your jaw ache, but the sound of him cursing and losing all sense of coherence makes it worth it. As he sinks further into your mouth, he tilts his head back and squeezes his eyes shut in ecstasy.
You take him as deep as you can, allowing your spit to coat his cock. He likes it when it’s sloppy, when you’re drooling over yourself while he fills your mouth and you’re more than happy to oblige. Your eyes water as he flirts with the back of your throat with a soft, shallow thrust. When you choke his head snaps up to focus on you but you wave his concerned look away and grip his shaft tightly.
A thin string of precum and spit still connects your mouth to him as you lean back for just a second to compose yourself.
“Hope you don’t have any other meetings planned.”
“Why’s that?” His palm gently cups the back of your head, waiting for the moment you’re ready to take him again.
“I’m gonna make a mess of you.”
“Good.”
You meet his eyes and gather as much spit in your mouth as you can, allowing it to dribble down his cock before pumping your fist over him. He doesn’t have time to guide your head back down because you’re already on him again, working him over with your hand any place the warmth of your mouth can’t reach.
He chokes out an expletive and buries a hand in your hair, taking in the sight of your perfect mouth offering the bliss he craves. “You take me so well.”
You bob on his cock until he snakes his fingers down to undo the first button of your blouse, granting him access to a sliver of cleavage. He’s eager to see more of you, to feel more of you. Even after months of being with you, it doesn’t take much to tip him over the edge. He won’t last much longer if you keep going, but he’ll be damned if he blows his load in your mouth before even getting an opportunity to touch you.
“I wanna feel you,” he murmurs, leaning forward to coax you away from his cock and back to his lips.
The moment you press your lips against his he reaches for your waist to help you stand. He’s about to follow suit when you surprise him, straddling his lap and grasping at his tie to pull him towards your chest. His cock throbs as it grinds against the slick barrier of your soaked panties, begging for entrance as he buries his face in the splendor of your cleavage. A roll of your hips tempts him to push your panties aside and plunge into you like this. His fingers work as quickly as they can to pop open a few more buttons before slipping down to grip the meat of your ass.
“Fuck me,” you plead, grinding yourself down.
His arms tense and before you can entice him further he stands with a grunt, hoisting you onto the desk. You barely have time to react as he yanks your panties down and plunges a finger into your dripping cunt. Planting an arm behind you and keeping the other clasped around the back of his neck, you weakly attempt to keep yourself somewhat upright.
“How about you make a mess for me instead,” he whispers, leaving your cunt in favor of rubbing quick circles against your clit. “And then I’ll fill you up. Walk you out of here past everyone so they can see my cum dripping from your thighs. Everyone will know what a filthy slut you are for me, won’t they, beautiful?”
The way your muscles tense up nearly gives you a cramp. You bite your lip and nod with a pathetic fucked out grin as he fucks his fingers into your cunt, continuing to rub against your clit. Your elbow wobbles and you frantically grasp at his shirt instead, balling the material into your fist, desperate to undo the buttons but too close to nirvana to remember how to perform such a simple task. Your legs shake against the surface of the desk, and while the steady rhythm of his finger against your clit is heavenly, you’re ready to cry when his fingers leave your hole empty and aching to be filled.
“Joon, please.”
As soon as the desperate plea leaves your mouth, the tip of his cock teases your entrance, providing small, shallow thrusts that send you soaring past the threshold of your release. He can’t help but smile against your kiss as you drag his bottom lip through your teeth and melt into his form. Your walls spasm wildly around him and he gradually lets the pressure off your clit, instead increasing the pace and depth of his thrusts. He fucks you through the shockwaves of pleasure that follow your orgasm, stilling only when your eyelids stop fluttering and you’re able to meet his gaze with a fatigued satisfaction.
“Why’d you stop?” you wonder, lazily opening the buttons on his shirt. Pert brown nipples poke out from beneath the soft fabric, with the silky tie still swaying between them.
He watches you with a smile for a moment before pursuing the last few buttons of your blouse. Quickly working it off your shoulders, you give him the opportunity to reach for the clasp of your bra. It doesn’t take long for him to sweep you into a deep kiss, entranced by the way your skin feels against him while he’s still buried inside of you.
“Bend over this desk for me, baby. Show me that sexy ass.”
You whimper at the loss of his cock but do as he asks, knowing you’ll soon be full again. He lifts your skirt, takes both cheeks in his hands and squeezes before giving one side a slap. The moan that escapes you is embarrassing and it spurs him to repeat the action.
“Fuck,” he whispers, finally allowing his cock to press against cunt once more. “So fucking wet.”
Your own juices coat the expanse of your thighs, slowly trailing down them. Without warning he slams into you hard and fast. Wet slapping sounds fill the room as he holds your hips, driving them back to meet his thrusts.
“So fucking tight.”
You grip the opposing edge of the desk and moan. “You’re so deep, baby.”
“Fuck...” The word is exhaled through a shaky breath.
“So deep you could read me poetry,” you whisper, unable to stop the joke even though you know he’s on the cusp of cumming.
He huffs out a strained puff of air as he tries his hardest not to laugh. He gives in to the laughter after you begin to giggle. Unable to save himself, he leans into the joke that threatens to ruin his orgasm. “You’re my person. You’re my desire. You’re my pride...”
His thrusts are sloppy, his legs tense. You crane your neck to look over your shoulder to make sure he’s not mad. It must be your own grin that is contagious because he’s smiling even though he’s shaking his head at you.
“You’re my love. One and only love,” you recite for him, reaching back for his hand and pushing your hips back into him with force.
His grip on your hip tightens and he squeezes your hand. He slams into you a final time with a moan, ensuring he’s as deep as he can be before filling you with his seed. The pleasure amplifies every time you try to wiggle back for some sort of movement and he moves his hand to your ass, digging his fingernails in like it will keep him grounded. He leans over your form, kissing any bit of skin on your back his lips can reach.
Regardless of the sensitivity he keeps himself buried in you, hoping by some miracle he’ll stay hard enough to fuck you a second time. He can’t tell what’s his mess and what’s yours anymore as it drips down his balls to his thighs. As he finally slips out, you turn to face him with a sweet smile on your lips.
Your fingers glide through his hair and trail down to cradle his cheek. “I love you.”
Namjoon leans into your touch, pressing his lips to the inside of your palm. “I love you too.”
Maybe it’s the endorphins, but he can’t remember the last time he felt so comfortable and happy with another person, someone he can be so unapologetically himself with. He’s completely certain that he’s bound to you by fate. The love you share is destiny, a gift from the universe he never intends to take for granted.
No matter what the future holds, he knows he wants you by his side through it all: his one and only love.
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You were late.
Historically, as someone who got their period at the same time every month, it was concerning. You counted on your fingers, taking yourself back to a time Matthew was awfully convincing and you slipped up. You were sitting out of the same dock you kissed him for the first time on, Matthew’s stupid smirk and overgrown curls were really all it took to make you forget all about the fact that you weren’t using protection. You sigh, holding back tears and running your hands down your face.
Matthew wanted to be a father, but talking a bunch of shit when he was in a sappy mood and actually having a baby were two very different things. You’d been together for two years, and in that time you’d grown up together, but children just seemed like something you weren’t ready for yet. He had so much to work for still, and so did you.
And when you finally got that test, the little pink plus sign broke you. You were pregnant, and you were all alone in Chicago while Matthew got a few things ready before he headed to Calgary for the season. Matthew would call soon, just like he always did on his ride home from the rink.
Matthew knew something was wrong, just by the first crack in your voice when he answered. You’d been crying and he was going to figure out why. He scratched his face, eyes staring at the road in front of him while a part of him debated how quickly he could get to Chicago, “You alright pretty girl?”
“Yeah, everything’s just, fuck, fine,” You say, wiping away your tears and knocking that test to the floor. You weren’t convincing by any means, and Matthew saw through every facade you had, “I’m fine, really I just, uh got to go-”
Matthew opened his mouth to protest, push you a little hard to tell him what’s going on but before he had a chance you hung up the phone. He hit his steering wheel, frustrated that you weren’t telling him the truth when that was the promise you both made. He wondered if he’d done something wrong, but for once in his life Matthew really thought he was innocent.
So he drove the four hours.
It took him a little longer than expected, but Matthew knew what he had to do. He turned his car in the opposite direction of your house, heading up to Chicago without a second thought. It was seven by the time he’d gotten there, opening the door to an empty apartment and a pit in his stomach he couldn’t quite explain. He searched the place, looking for something to point him in the right direction as to why you were acting so weird on the phone.
You went running, you didn’t know what else to do so you just ran. If you kept going you wouldn’t have to face the reality that there was a person growing inside of you and your entire life was going to change. It didn’t stop your mind from racing, thinking about having to tell Matthew and how you were going to tell your families. He wouldn’t leave, you were almost sure of it, but what if he did? It was all you could think about when you walked back into your place, your eyes catching a familiar tuft of curls in the living room.
Matthew was standing there, the entire apartment filled up with bouquets of flowers because he couldn’t pick just one. He was happy, eyes brimming with tears when he finally saw you because this was going to be a moment he never forgets, “Hi.”
“Hi,” You breathe out, feet planted to the floor because you just couldn’t process this fast enough.
“I knew something was up, and then I found the test in the bathroom,” Matthew explains, stepping across to the room to stand in front of you. His hands were on your cheeks, his thumbs gently grazing over the skin, “I didn’t think it was possible to love you more, but babe, I think I do.”
“I’m really scared,” You whisper, letting Matthew wipe away your tears.
“I’m sure you are,” Matthew hums, pressing his lips to your forehead. You found out alone, Matthew was miles away and he knew you were probably freaking out, “I’m here now, we’re together, and it’s going to be okay.”
You smile at his optimism, the way no matter what Matthew would tell you that he would always be there and he’d go to the ends of the earth to fix whatever made you upset, “You sound so sure about this-”
“You’re the best teammate I’ve ever had,” Matthew was sure of himself when he said it, “And I don’t want to do this life thing with anyone else.”
“We’re having a baby,” You nod, Matthew’s hands falling to your stomach and resting there gently, “I’m happy you’re on my team.”
“I’m happy too, captain,” Matthew winks, playing into that same silly joke he always made about how he was just along for the ride, “Can we keep it a secret for now? Just our little family?”
Our little family. The words felt so right when you heard them from Matthew, your arms wrapping around his waist so you could press your head against his chest.
“Brady’s going to give you so much shit for knocking me up.”
“Oh I know, it’s going to be brutal, but worth every second Mama.”
***
Daddy’s hiding something from you.
You stop, turning your attention to your three year old who was sitting at the kitchen island playing with a Cheerio that was in his bowl. Max talked a lot for his age, and it came with a bad habit of repeating his father’s colorful language. Another thing was Matthew couldn’t sneak anything past you because of Max, who was just as nosey as you were, and Max ratted out his father every chance he had.
“What’s daddy hiding from me?” You ask, watching the way Max turned his attention to something else because he was in cahoots with his father and swore he wouldn’t tell a soul, “Maxy-”
“No, daddy told me not to tell you, not even for chocolate,” Max crosses his arms, standing his ground as much as a toddler could, “He said, hide this until I tell you Maxy, but don’t tell mommy.”
You furrow your brows, turning your head and wondering what the fuck your son was hiding that you hadn’t found yet. Your attention turned to the sound of your front door opening, Matthew barreling in post practice with a smile on his face like he wasn’t turning your son into a stealth liar and it would end up biting you both in the ass when he got older. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, sneaking behind Max and kissing him too. The two of them looked like twins, the same mop of curls on their heads while Max’s dimpled smile appeared the biggest when he was with his dad. His nineteen chain hung around his neck, Matthew’s gift to his son because you both wore it and he hoped Max would too. He was Matthew’s carbon copy, down to his ability to sneak things past you and cause chaos.
“Max was just telling me you’re hiding something from me,” You smirk, leaning against the counter and looking at Matthew, “Care to explain?”
“Dude,” Matthew scoffs, looking at Max, “I thought we agreed this was a no telling mommy deal?”
“Like when we get ice cream after my skating lessons?” Max asks, turning his head to his father. Matthew threw his head back, sighing at the fact that you definitely weren’t going to say yes now.
“I knew you weren’t hitting traffic every week,” You sigh, giving Matthew a look, “No bribes for hockey, we talked about this.”
And you did. Sometime before Max was born you both had a lengthy conversation about the whole sports thing. One professional athlete for a parent would be a lot for a kid, let alone two, and you both promised you wouldn’t push your own agendas too hard. Did you cheer a little louder at Max’s soccer games? Maybe. But, at least you didn’t bribe him with ice cream on the way home.
“Hey buddy, remember that thing I told you to hide? Can you get it?” Matthew ignores your lecture, knowing fully he wasn’t listening anyways because Max was made to skate. Matthew helped him down, smiling at the toddler who was bound for the playroom you put off cleaning, that’s why you didn’t find it.
“You’re not off the hook for the ice cream, why are you looking at me like that?” You stop, remembering the way Matthew looked at you in your apartment filled with flowers after he found out you were pregnant. It was the same look, blue eyes soft and full of admiration, “Matty-”
“I know we did this a little backwards, and I wanted to wait until your parents were in town to celebrate, but Max has got a mouth like yours,” Matthew starts stepping over to you and putting his hands on your cheeks, “But that’s my point, I love that Max is just like you because you’re the best person I’ve ever met in life. You’re the most amazing mother to our son, and I couldn’t be more grateful for the way you handle parenthood with more grace than I could ever have. And to me, god, you were everything I ever wanted when we were kids Y/N, you know that? You still are, and you’re always going to be. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to watch you shine, and take you home at the end of the night. I told my mom I’d marry you one day, I’m hoping you’ll give me the chance.”
By the time Matthew had finished his speech, in the middle of your kitchen in Calgary while Max’s cereal was thrown across the counter, your son had come back with a velvet box in his hand. He handed it to Matthew, climbing on Matthew’s leg because he had no clue while his father was down on one knee, but you knew, “Go ahead little dude, you can ask her now.”
“Mommy, will you marry daddy?” Max asks, giving you the very best smile your three year old could come up with. You could tell they practiced this, only solidifying the million reasons why you’d say yes.
“Yes,” You nod, covering your mouth while tears were brimming your eyes. You look at your two boys, who both looked at you like you put the sun in the sky just for them. Matthew let Max down, pressing a kiss to your lips like he wasn’t in the room.
“I love you,” Matthew breathes, pressing one more peck to your lips, “Wifey sounds good doesn’t it?”
“It does,” You hum, admiring the ring Matthew slipped on your left hand he left vacant for a little too long. Life was hectic for you, but he was tired of waiting for the right time when he knew he had the right girl the entire time. You pressed one more kiss to Matthew’s lips, hearing a protest from the little boy below you.
“Ew, that’s gross.”
“One day you’re gonna like a girl this much and Uncle Brady and I are going to make fun of you for it Maxy.”
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