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Kinktober Day 14: Corruption Kink + SKZ Seungmin
For @gimmeurtmi
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.7k
Pairing: Seungmin x Reader | Genre: smut
Warnings: corruption kink, virgin seungmin, oral m. rec., cum swallowing
Reader Notes: hands are smaller than seungmin's, wears a skirt
Seungmin is very well aware that you’ve had your eye on him for the past few weeks. It’s a small university and he shares a couple classes with you; it was impossible to miss the way your gaze follows him, the way you always sit in his row, the way you’re one of the few attendees to his music frat’s events.
At first, he didn't know what to do with your attention.
Why him? Why now?
But as the days passed, he grew to love it, need it, crave it.
So maybe he started wearing brighter colors to make it easier for you to find him. And maybe he started saving the seat next to him so you always have somewhere to sit. And maybe he started personally inviting you to those events, just to make sure you’d be there.
He doesn’t know what your intentions are for him, but he finds he doesn’t care.
You could be looking for a math tutor, but you could also be looking for a murder victim, and either way, Seungmin would happily sacrifice himself to the cause, because you’re you.
You’re cool and fun and bubbly and kind, and the way you look at him simultaneously makes his heart soar and his dick throb.
Neither reaction is easy to hide, especially since Seungmin’s poker face seems to be nonexistent around you, and he can only hope you haven’t noticed just how you make him feel.
His hope begins to dwindle at the next mixer.
The frat doesn’t have enough members to warrant a house on campus, so events have to be held at their apartments and tonight is finally his turn. He’s been zipping around his flat for days, cleaning and rearranging and getting ready to host, nervous out of his mind because he knows you’ll be here.
Here, in his apartment, where he lives and cooks and showers and jerks off. Here, where he’s imagined having you countless times. Here, where there’s a bed that’s never been used for anything but sleeping.
A knock sounds on the door and Seungmin jumps, his gaze flying to the microwave clock to check the time. The mixer’s not supposed to start for another hour and a half, but he supposes it could be one of the guys coming to help him get ready?
He doesn’t know why his heart is pounding as he walks to the door, but it just about jumps out of his chest when he opens it to find you, wearing a mini skirt and a sweet smile, a two liter of soda held in your hands.
“Oh! Um, you’re a bit early,” Seungmin says, stepping aside to let you in.
“Am I? I had no idea,” you respond in a voice that clearly says you did. “That’s good though, because I wanted to talk to you about something.”
He can feel his palms getting sweaty as you move further into his apartment, your eyes trailing over his sparse decorations before lingering on the sofa.
You make your way over, sitting primly in the middle and patting the spot next to you, leaving him no choice but to sit close. When he settles on the cushion, his thigh touches yours and though he can’t feel your skin through the denim of his jeans, he can still feel your warmth and it’s enough to make his head spin.
“What did you wanna talk about?” He asks with trepidation, rubbing his hands on his jeans surreptitiously as you turn to face him, lifting one leg up and folding it on the couch. Seungmin stubbornly, valiantly attempts to avoid looking at your thighs and the space in between them, but the longer you take to speak, the more his restraint wanes.
It’s razor thin when you finally respond, “I know you’ve noticed how I look at you, Seungmin.”
His heart skips a beat, his shaking fingers picking at a loose thread on his jeans as he says, “I might have.”
“And do you know why I look at you like that?”
“Because… you want to be friends?”
“Seungmin, I’m not looking for friends, I have plenty. I look at you like that because I want you.”
…
…
…
Your words replay in his head as he tries to process them, ‘I want you’ repeating over and over in your voice until he can feel his dick stirring in his jeans.
“Like, you want to…?”
“I want to have sex with you,” you say matter of factly, aware that he needed you to spell it out for him.
“I don’t have a lot of experience,” Seungmin begins nervously. “I had a girlfriend in highschool but we only ever made out.”
“I thought that might be the case,” you nod, and he can hear the smile in your words even if he can’t see it on your face. “Don’t worry, I have plans for you.”
“Plans?” He asks, his brain glitching as he thinks about you thinking about him.
“Yeah, plans. Starting with blowing you on this couch.”
He has to force himself not to repeat that too, his cheeks catching fire when you slide to the floor and settle between his legs.
“Do you want that, Seungmin? Do you want to watch me swallow your cock?”
“Fuck, of course I do,” he sighs weakly, letting you push his knees apart and undo his jeans, lifting his hips for you when you start to pull at them. You take his boxers too, and he reaches behind his neck and tugs off his shirt, settling back into the sofa and fighting a shiver when he sees your expression.
You’re staring at his dick with a bottomless hunger in your eyes and an evil little smirk stretching your lips, and he just knows he won’t be the same after you’re done with him. You couldn’t pay him to care; if anything, he loves it.
Loves the idea of being stained by you, tainted by you. The idea of you warping him into the filthiest version of himself. The idea of a part of him always belonging to you.
He loves it all, and as he feels your fingers delicately wrap around the base of his cock, he thinks he just might love you too.
Your hand feels so different from his. It’s smaller, softer, and you touch him with a gentleness he doesn’t usually give himself. When he jerks off, it’s fast and rough and hard, just a means to an end, but this, this is something he could get used to.
The sight of you on your knees for him is something else he could get used to, but he doesn’t know if this will ever happen again, so he tries to take in every moment like it’s the last. He categorizes your every touch in his mind, files away the feeling of your skin sliding against his, downloads the scent of your perfume on the air.
When you lean in and press your lips to the crown of his cock, every process running in his brain stops. His head empties as you kiss down the length of it, the only thing occupying his thoughts being the sight and sensation of your lips on his dick. Your tongue darts out and you drag your way back up to the tip before opening your mouth and engulfing the head, drowning him in a pleasure he’s never known.
A broken groan escapes his parted lips as you take him into your mouth and down your throat, his entire body tensing in an attempt to keep his hips from bucking, to stop himself from fucking your mouth like it’s a toy. He’s never felt like this before, never felt a bliss so strong it burns, and he worries he’ll actually die if you stop.
You don’t show any sign of that though, starting to bob up and down on his cock and moaning like you’re having the time of your life. Your eyes water as you stare up at him, and when a tear falls, he leans in and wipes it away with a gentle thumb before cupping your neck with his hand.
He can feel your throat working under his palm and just the thought that his dick is buried inside of you in some way is enough to push him right up to the edge, his mind growing hazy and his balls drawing up tight as you swallow around him over and over.
You bring your other hand up to wrap around what you can’t fit in your mouth and Seungmin knows he’s done for, groaning, “Gonna cum, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
Determination lights up your eyes and you moan in encouragement, the vibrations traveling through your throat into his cock enough to push him over the edge. His cock jerks and jumps in your mouth, hot cum spilling down your esophagus as he shakes and whines, his vision whiting out and his hearing muffled.
It lasts for hours, or maybe minutes - he’s lost the ability to discern the flow of time - and you just keep going, just keep swallowing and twisting your hand around him, just keep dragging out every last bit of his orgasm as if it’s yours instead. He’s swimming in his own head when you pull away, your lips shining with a combination of spit and cum as you catch your breath.
“So, you said you had plans for me?” Seungmin pants, staring down at you as you sit back on your knees, your lush thighs flattened and spread. He wants to dive in between them, wants to feel them under his hands and wrapped around his head, wants to feel them hugging his waist as he fucks in and out of you.
“Yeah, Seungmin, all kinds of plans,” you smirk up at him, planting your hands on his knees and using them to push yourself up, your swollen lips pressing against his for the first time. He nervously returns your kiss, mirroring your movements and pressure and gasping when your tongue drags over his bottom lip.
“Count me in, then,” he murmurs into your mouth, letting his eyes fall shut and bringing a hand to your cheek as you kiss him senseless.
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#seungmin x reader#seungmin smut#seungmin fic#stray kids x reader#kvanity#stray kids smut#stray kids imagines#stray kids fanfic#skz x reader#skz smut#skz imagines#skz scenarios#✨emily writes✨#✨em's kinktober✨
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Oooo, for the dialogue prompts "you should have thought about that before you got into a fight" and "I only wanted to help"
I love your works! Your art looks like itd taste like sour patch kids, v nice!! ^^
Sun (Mostly) Centric | Wordcount: 1,147 | AO3 Version
The world has not yet adjusted to the flood of robots merging with day-to-day society.
At least, not in the form they had taken prior. To say that there was some backlash was undercutting it; using arguments of humanity vs machine to its core, despite the clarity that those walking alongside them weren't just AI made to mimic human traits and personality, but sentient beings that develop their own. There's a difference between a chatbot app and your next-door neighbor who just so happens to be made out of metal.
Still, there is progress as much as there are incidents. A recent ruling states that all robots don't need to look human in order to receive the same amount of respect and rights (which is fantastic for all of Fazbear's line up of robots, considering they were animals in nature and all, in all franchises and pizza plexes across the country) but there were...incidents too, some of them making the news.
So when you're out doing some quick shopping for groceries one day and a stranger with a taut face and a sour attitude starts heckling Sun, and that heckling turns to harassment, and thus turns into him reaching for the back of the animatronic's head and pulling at the vulnerable wires there, you clock him.
Hard, actually. Your knuckles hurt like a bitch, but you don't have time to shake the feeling out from your hand because the guy sends one right back and oh, there you go, tumbling in the isle and knocking baking soda and sugar and other cake ingredients off the shelf as the two of you yell profanities and arguments while Sun has a metaphorical loading symbol over his head while he processes the last five seconds.
Now you're both banned from that store. The other guy is too, thankfully. Still sucks though. You didn't get to check out the ingredients for the cake.
"You're a real mess." Sun scolds you, dipping the rag back into the warm water, and bringing it back up to your face. He dabs at the dried blood under your eye, careful not to rub too harshly so as to not irritate the darkening skin beneath it. "Honestly. That could have gone so much worse-"
"Like pulling wires out of your head?" You interrupt. You're not too keen about the bathroom being turned into a lecture hall, and the lid of the toilet seat being your 'time-out' spot as he tends to you. "Yeah, sure. I'll just let the stranger rip out what is essentially your brain cords out of your flat skull and be fine with it."
Sun shoots you a look. The default smile is strained.
"What?" You hiss in the silent pause, and not because of the sting of your eye. "All I'm saying is that this-" A point to your face, "-is preferable than the other outcome."
"Our wires are welded in with steel, so I highly doubt a human could rip them out without some sort of power tool." Sun tuts. "You remember Parts n Service."
He had a point. The machine in Parts n Service did weld his arm back into place at the time, and all the other repairs since then didn't go without some sort of heat tool to make sure everything was properly molded in place. Still, you frown. "It's still fucked up that he did that, though."
"Language."
"We didn't even get the cake mix." A light dab on the eye, you bite your tongue as Sun clears the last of the dried blood from the area. "Shouldn't have banned us. Now we have to go across town to get groceries."
Sun pulls back the rag, stained pink and light brown with old blood, dropping it in the sink to be washed later. "You should have thought about that before getting into a fight."
"I was only trying to help!" You defend, continuing as Sun pulls out the disinfectant in a rather knowing manner. The cut underneath your eye from the guy's ring was about to sting like hell. "And it's not like I was the one who started it!"
He pours a dab of alcohol onto a cotton ball retrieved from the first aid kit, a small puff of white in between large silocone fingers, it's almost comical how he pinches it into place before crouching back down, the cotton ball hovering over your face. "Hush. This is going to sting."
Your mouth thins at the underlying tone of Moon's voice in his scolding, leaning away from the offending ball. "You're such a hypocrite."
A hand comes underneath your chin to hold you in place, thumb pressed into your jawline. "Stop whining."
"How would you feel, huh?" You wrinkle your nose as the disinfectant ball comes closer. "What would you do if someone attacked me like that?"
The cotton ball presses against the cut and you flinch, hard enough that your shoulders hike up and your neck tenses. It stings like hell, searing for a moment before dulling to an aching throb, a hiss in the back of your dry throat.
The Daycare Attendant's thumb keeps in place for a second, then pulls it away, expression unreadable. "The same thing we did the last time someone tried."
You grit your teeth, pressing your lips into a thin line as the stinging starts to fade.
"Though," He continues, pulling the cotton ball away and tossing it into the trash. "While your help is appreciated, It would be very much appreciated if we were to avoid something like that in the future!" He waves his hands, the bright smile returning, and Sun's fingers go behind your ear, pulling back out a colorful bandage. "I think it goes without saying that it makes me very sad to see you all hurt. Not fun at all!"
You blow hot air out of your nose in a huff as he applies the sticky bandage. "Hypocrite."
"There you are! Right as rain, dandy and peachy." Sun pulls back to observe his handiwork, and there's a slight pause. "Well, not quite. You've still got a bit of a shiner. I don't think I have a medicine for that one."
"It makes me look cool." You jest. "I look badass."
The animatronic sighs, heavy and loaded for a robot with no lungs, though his exasperation is evident in his voicebox. "Pulling my wires, our wires, please, you're constantly on them-" He's mumbling, quickly. Still talking even as he cradles your head gently by your jawline, and presses his faceplate to the skin above the black eye. "Afraid that's all I can give."
You wrinkle your nose, smiling. "I think a cake would be great too."
"Thanks to someone-" He starts, rising from a crouched position and taking your hand to help you stand. "It looks like we'll be ordering one from the bakery instead."
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Do you think maybe you could write for Johnny where he goes on a first date with reader but he’s nervous and kinda messes it up but they try again and it works out? Sorry if that’s too specific!! Love your writing ♥️
'𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬'
[𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - I'm so sorry if parts of this doesn't make sense, I've been so sick this past week, my lungs are actually giving up on me.
Anyway, illness aside, as always I hope ya'll enjoy this and my asks are still open for requests!!
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 897 words
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - mild swearing and Johnny being Johnny <33
Johnny Cade chews on his bottom lip nervously, his fingers tapping against the surface of the table as he looks anywhere but you. He knows he should start up some sort of conversation; hell, he invited you here in the first place, but every time he opens his mouth to speak, he can't seem to muster up the words. His tongue feels like sandpaper, his throat dry and scratchy, and he can't help but notice the way you’re watching him from the other side of the table, eyebrows raised slightly as if you can sense that something is troubling him.
Your eyes are gentle and sympathetic as they hold his own gaze firmly in place, but there's something else there too, something akin to sympathy. Or maybe it's concern. The same sort of concern that you would show to a frightened child or a scared cat. Johnny is not either of those things.
He clears his throat, looking down at his now half-empty coke bottle.
“So, uh,” he begins, running a hand through his hair awkwardly, not quite meeting your gaze. “What d'ya wanna talk about?” He tries to sound casual, but there's an underlying tone of nervousness that he can't seem to hide as you shrug slightly in response to his question.
“Well, I don’t know,” you say softly. “I suppose we could talk about anything.”
His mouth opens, then shuts again just as quickly.
Anything? That wasn't helpful at all...
“Do you... um...” He trails off for a second before shaking his head slightly. This was ridiculous. He knew what he wanted to say; why couldn't he get any fucking words out around you?
Johnny shakes his head. “Never mind,” he mutters, his voice quiet as he goes back to staring at his coke bottle. You watch as his fingers tap idly at the glass, huffing out a small, quiet sigh.
After another moment of silence, you reach across the table and take one of his hands, gently entwining your fingers with his. He stills instantly, startled by your touch, and you pull back slightly.
“Sorry. Was that too forward?”
“No!” His voice cracks slightly as he blinks owlishly at you. “Uh, no. It was... um... fine.” He takes a deep breath to calm himself. “It's fine. I mean, you just... surprised me, that's all.” He laughs weakly before clearing his throat again. “What did you say you wanted to talk about?”
You smile faintly. “I didn't.”
“Oh.” He swallows thickly, trying to ignore how badly he wishes he could just turn and run for the door. Why had he let Dally talk him into this? His buddy didn’t know any more about dates than he himself did. He should’ve gone to Soda instead.
“Johnny?” Your voice pulls him from his thoughts, and he turns to face you again, finding you watching him intently, an unreadable expression on your face as you slowly begin to pull your hand back once more. “Are you okay? You've been acting weird since we got here. If you're uncomfortable, I understand. We can leave and find something else to do.”
“No!” He blurts, reaching to entwine your fingers, only to knock over his drink in the process, the contents promptly spilling over the table and, much to Johnny’s horror, onto you. His eyes widen in dismay, and he stands abruptly, grabbing a handful of napkins from the table across from you and wiping up the spill as fast as his trembling hands will allow, a string of apologies tumbling forth from his lips as he does so.
“Shit, I'm sorry," he manages to stammer before you cut him off.
“It's fine, Johnny. Don't worry about it.” You stand slowly from your seat, trying to ignore the cold press of the wet fabric on your skin as you usher him out of the diner, ignoring the strange looks you receive from other patrons.
As soon as the door closes behind you, the greaser is throwing apologies at you once more, running a hand through his heavily greased hair. “God damn it, I'm so-”
You shake your head. “Hey,” you interrupt quietly. “It's okay. Really.”
“Still…” He hesitates, taking in a shaky breath before starting to speak again. “Look, can we maybe try again? Somewhere that isn't a busy diner with loads of people.” He rubs nervously at the back of his neck, unable to meet your gaze.
He didn't usually have a problem with busy places, but he certainly didn't enjoy it when everybody's attention was on him, their judgement heavy and suffocating as they bore holes into him with their disgusted stares.
He shakes his head and adds, “Maybe somewhere with a lower risk of me spillin' my drink all over ya.”
Your lips tug upwards. “Sure, we can try again. How about a movie on Friday night?”
Your suggestion brings a light flush to Johnny's cheeks, and he nods eagerly. A movie might help to take his mind off everything, to take away from his nerves a little bit.
“Yea, sure.” He pauses and bites at his lower lip briefly. “You need me to walk ya home?”
You laugh softly. “No. It's only a few blocks. You get yourself home, Johnny Cade.”
He nods, looking hopeful. “Right. See you Friday?”
“Friday.” You confirm, offering him one last smile before heading off in the direction of your house, leaving him standing dumbfounded on the curb.
Gosh, wait until Dally hears about this...
𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!
#the outsiders#the outsiders x reader#the outsiders imagine#johnny cade x reader#johnny cade headcanons#johnny cade imagine#johnny cade#ponyboy curtis#dallas winston#darry curtis#sodapop curtis#steve randle#two bit mathews
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How they showed themselve Bayverse TMNT
A/N: I actually planned this chapter as a continuation of the first part, as it was very well received.
(Artist from this pic: ciricearts!!!)
First Part here!
Warnings: A little angst, Mention of weapons and violence
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Leonardo (Strangers to Lovers):
Ever since the day Leo had discovered you, he had watched you sometimes
He knew where you lived and even found out where you liked to be (when not home)
One evening Leo had decided to guard you again (Yes, he calls it guarding, others call it stalking)
You were normally watching TV when suddenly someone knocked on your door and you looked worried
Leo watched interestingly as you slowly walked to the door and opened the door
However, he jumped in shock as you were suddenly pushed away and yelled at by another person. You were scared and Leo had to restrain himself from intervening
But when the stranger suddenly raised his hand, his alarm immediately sounded and he threw open the window to help you
He scared the stranger away with his katana and slammed the door, you stood in the corner and just stared at him in fear
For a while you just looked at each other in silence, your body relaxing a bit
"I-i´m sorry-!"
"Thank you so much!"
It shocked Leo that you weren't afraid of him and thanked him
Even though the shock was still huge, Leo had to go again
You asked him if he would come back and he said he would think about it. But it was clear to him that he would like to see you again
Raphael (Cinnamon roll and Guard dog):
Raph came to the meeting place where he saved you every night
Even though it was secret and he risked a lot, he came there again with the surprise that you were there too
You had two soda cans in your hand and a pizza, the smell immediately hit his nose
You just heard him hit the ground loudly, but again in the shadows so you couldn't see him
You sat down on the floor and offered him the food, which he accepted. He kept pulling out a slice of pizza with his sai
However, while you were talking, your soda can almost fell over, but Raph grabbed it so it wouldn't fall over
You could see his huge hand, his three fingers and his green skin. It shocked you a little, but didn't scare you away
Raph hesitated for a while before he sat forward so you could see him
He looked down in shame while you just smiled softly at him. Even if he was ashamed of what he was and what he looked like, you thought he was perfect
So you giggled softly before continuing to eat and drink
It shocked Raph at first and he immediately asked you if you weren't afraid of him
You laughed softly again before shaking your head and reassuring him that you weren't afraid of him
"You are still my hero."
Donatello (Sexy sassy and timid nerd):
Donnie and you had spoken on the phone every night and every day, even secretly, while you were in university
You always enjoyed these phone calls, but one thing always bothered you. You had always shown yourself (voluntarily), but Donnie never wanted to show himself
So one day you asked him why he wouldn't show himself and he joked around a bit
"A beautiful person like you would never want to see an ugly nerd like me."
"Fuck off, Donnie! You´re great just the way you are!"
It had taken a long time, but you were able to convince him to show himself. Not over a phone call though, he wanted to show himself to you in person
So he asked you to come to your roof and wait for him there. It confused you a bit since it was at night, but you did it
Donnie hesitantly climbed up onto the roof and he cleared his throat. He stood a few meters behind you
When you turned around, your eyes went wide and you opened your mouth, but closed it again
Since you didn't say anything and didn't give any reassuring or happy reaction, Donnie feared the worst and wanted to leave
But you were still able to stop him by walking towards him and carefully reaching for the fabric of his mask
You smiled softly at him and tilted your head slightly. It amused you that Donnie let out a sigh of relief
You had been talking for several hours before your alarm went off. It was a sign that you should get back to your apartment and get ready for university
So you said goodbye to Donnie and went back to your apartment
Michelangelo (Aggressive chihuahua and calm giant):
Mikey wasn't allowed to meet you since Halloween night, but you always came back to the place where you met
Once Mikey noticed it, he used to climb up to that sewer passage to watch you standing there waiting for him for a whole hour
One day you got angry and you pulled at your clothes in frustration
Mikey was afraid you had given up, so he quickly ripped off some orange fabric and threw it out
Luckily you had seen the material and picked it up immediately
Actually, this piece of fabric motivated you to keep going to this place, but you didn't come for the next few days and Mikey was worried
Mikey was afraid that you had given up after all
So he begged Donnie to find your address and give it to him. After a lot of begging, it worked and he got the address (Donnie, of course, kept everything to himself)
Mikey made his way to your home that same night and he found you in your room
"Heyyy, cutie pie!"
When you looked out the window, your face immediately lit up and you opened it
Then when you asked him why he was wearing his costume, he then confessed to you that his appearance wasn't a costume
You were completely shaken up, but in a good way and you had exchanged numbers
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Lee Ahin X Dj Soda X Male Reader
Yes. Until tomorrow. Alright. Have a nice day."
You hang up and look at your desk. It's overflowing with paperwork. A contract here, a document there. Although you worked, while you were away, your office didn't seem to stay quiet.
You begin with the first documents on a huge stack of paper, which your secretary brought in earlier. After the first couple of pages, you hear a knock on your door, before you hear it being opened.
"I'm busy, Mi-ra."
Your secretary doesn't answer.
"Did you at least bring the documents for the Korean Air contract?"
You are too focused on your paperwork. Only after a couple of minutes, you realize, she still hasn't answered yet.
When you look up, it's not Mi-ra, who entered your office.
"Ahin."
You greet her, before finishing the last two sentences you were writing. Once you put your pen down, you can't help but let your eyes roam her body for a second, before focusing on her face.
Her tight black dress hugs her body. It exposes her creamy thighs and her shoulders. Her chest looks a little bigger than usual. Ahin's blonde hair flows down her left shoulder, almost covering one of her earrings. Although her face is usually on the cuter side, her red lipstick makes her seem more mature and seductive.
Ahin told you, that she wanted to have a serious conversation, but you already know where this is going to go.
"I thought we were gonna meet tonight. I'm a little busy."
The blonde shakes her head, while crossing her arms.
"I want to talk about this, now."
She is usually not that straight forward, but you see how she is slightly tapping her heel on the floor.
"What do you want to talk about?"
You stand up from the chair and lean against the side of your heavy, wooden desk.
"I-I want to talk about our relationship."
"Our relationship?"
"Yes."
Ahin keeps talking.
"I know, you must think I'm a slut or something, because I slept with you on the first date."
The words begin to spill out of her and her cheeks redden.
"But I'm not. I only sleep with a man, whom I really like."
She looks away, before glancing at you, just to look away again.
You are surprised, to say the least. Ahin has never been this shy. She always struck you as a confident woman. But here she is, telling you her feelings like a little high school girl.
Her hands play with the dark hem of her dress. Her eyes wander through your office, occasionally meeting yours. The confident Ahin you just saw is completely gone.
"But we never-"
"Only once."
You stand up straight.
"We met before?"
She nods slightly.
"In Paris."
You try to search in your memories. When was the last time you went to Paris? It must have been a couple of months ago. Before you bought the company and moved to Korea.
You begin to remember. You were learning Korean at that time. When you visited a Korean restaurant, you practiced your pronunciation, but the waitress was only able to understand half of what you said.
"The restaurant."
Ahin nods, a relived smile on her face.
"I'm the girl, who told you how to order."
"You are the tteokbokki girl."
The blonde chuckles at her ridiculous nickname.
"That's me I guess."
"But we never met after that."
"We didn't. But I got an offer from your company later."
You remember that. Because you weren't familiar with any Korean celebrities, you left the modelling to someone else.
"And you recognized me?"
"Yes. I found out who you are and I got interested."
"Interested?"
You feel Ahin slowly loosing her nervousness, the more she talks. She probably waited for this moment, since you left and she seems to have expected the worst.
"I checked out some of your videos and stuff."
She probably means interviews you had. Or the videos, with which you started your first business?
"And that made you like me?"
Ahin blushes once again.
"A little, yes. That's why I took the job. And that's why I went out with you."
You realize, that you still haven't given her an answer. But, when you look back on the time you spend with her during the last weeks, there is only one right answer.
"I'm honestly really enjoying your company."
Your words make her smile. A glimpse of hope sparkling in her beautiful eyes.
"If you have time tonight, I would like to enjoy it a little more."
"Is that a date?"
Her whispered question makes you laugh.
"It is."
Ahin's bright smile lights up your office. She steps closer and wraps her arms around you.
"I was so scared over the last week. I thought you wouldn't come back. Or you wouldn't like me."
Hugging her back, you pat her head lightly.
"Just call me when you are scared."
Ahin looks up at you. You reach forward and slowly push her hair out of her face.
"I will."
On instinct, you lean down, kissing her forehead.
The blonde stays in your arms a couple of moments longer, before she finally takes a step back.
"I have something else to tell you."
You raise your eyebrow, telling her to keep talking. Now, Ahin looks a little nervous again.
"While you were gone, I- I kept touching myself. Thinking about you."
She looks to the ground. Her cheeks red once more.
"But it wasn't as good as when you..."
She trails off, before looking at you again.
"I'm happy that we are dating now. But that's not enough for me. I need more."
Her hand slowly reaches out, playing with the sleeve of your shirt.
Ahin told you, that she only sleeps with a man, whom she really likes. She seemed genuine and you wonder how much she likes you, if she admits something like this.
"I-I can't wait any longer, since you're back now."
Ahin always gets shy, when she asks for sex. Usually, you were the one, who initiated it.
"I'm desperate."
The needy look on her face is evidence enough, that she has been missing you. If it's physically or mentally is not of importance right now. You feel yourself starting to care about only one thing. The thing that's now exclusively yours. Her body.
You place your finger underneath her chin, making Ahin look up at you. Your thumb grazes over her full red lips. Taking a step forward, your nose is almost touching hers.
"Is this the actual reason, why you are here?"
Ahin can't answer, when your lips meet hers. Your left hand is slowly traveling down her body. Over her back, towards her butt. Squeezing it, you make Ahin moan into your mouth, which enables you to enter her mouth with your tongue.
By now, you have begun to understand the young blonde's body really well. You know what she likes and what she pretends not to like. Your hand on her chin moves to stroke her cheek.
Breaking the kiss, you let your thumb graze over her lips once more. Ahin's breath is a little shaky.
"You said you are desperate."
She nods as she takes your thumb into her mouth.
"Prove it."
Ahin closes her eyes as she starts to suck on your finger. She pretends it's your cock, while she lets her tongue explore every inch of it. Your other hand moves along her waist, reaching her side.
Searching for the hem of her dress, you slowly hike it up as you watch Ahin suck on your thumb.
Once you have had enough, you let your right hand fall down. You can't see the colour of her panties, since Ahin is now standing on her tiptoes, while she is kissing you again, but you can feel them blocking your way towards her core.
Pulling them aside slightly, you feel Ahin tremble in anticipation.
"I didn't expect you to be such a naughty girl."
You mumble into the kiss as you let your finger slowly glide over her snatch.
"I am. For you."
Ahin whimpers into your mouth, when you finally part her lower lips with one finger.
What she told you was true. She did touch herself, while you were away. But her orgasms were sorry cries of the pleasure she usually got from being with you. To Ahin, her fingers didn't compare to your fingers, or your cock.
The desperate rubbing of her thighs against each other, is proof for how much she missed you. Her breath hitches, whenever your thumb meets her clit.
The young blonde has already given up on kissing you as she is slowly falling apart in front of you. The last time you have been with her, you found Ahin's soft spot. And now you use it to make her eyes fall shut, her lips tremble and her breath hitch.
Curling your finger inside of her, makes Ahin sigh in pleasure. Your other hand holds onto her waist and turns her a little, before leaning her against the edge of the table.
Her head falls back. Locks of pure gold glisten in the midday sun. Taking the advantage of her new posture, you decide to mark her.
Ahin told you before, that you should only leave marks, where no one can see them, but you decide that you know better. Her neck is your target and you feel Ahin humm in acknowledgement.
The feelings for her, which slowly grew stronger over the time you were away, are now taking over. That picture she send you is still carved into your mind.
Feeling Ahin tremble against you, you know what you need next.
Leaving her tight snatch, earns you a small whine from her, before she watches you lick your finger. Ahin tastes as amazing as always.
Holding her by her waist with both hands, you sit down on your chair, pulling Ahin with you. She lands on your lap, her smile showing, that she knows what you want.
She can feel your hardness underneath your pants. You have been like this, since she came in earlier. Now, Ahin holds your face with one of her hands, while giving you a deep kiss. The other moves downwards, slowly working on your belt.
Resuming your work on her neck, you hear Ahin sigh.
"People are gonna talk."
She sounds a little worried, but the lust in her voice is more than noticeable.
"Let them. You are mine now."
The blonde seems to like your words as she works on your pants even faster. Slightly raising your hips, Ahin gets them off and you are satisfied with the large dark spot on her otherwise flawless vanilla skin.
The woman on top of you lets some of her spit fall onto her opened hand, before she reaches down. As she meets your cock, the two of you hold eye contact. Her dark orbs sparkle, a slim smile plays around the corners of her mouth.
"You got no time to suck me off?"
You ask her teasingly.
"Tonight. I need to feel you now."
As Ahin coats your cock with her spit, you take her waist into one of your hands, while the other reaches upwards. You cup her breasts over the black fabric of her dress.
Although you want nothing more, than to bend Ahin over your desk and make her scream, you know that she is craving something else right now. Something more intimate.
Raising her hips with your hand, you make her hover over your cock. You watch how your tip slowly parts her lips as Ahin sinks herself onto you.
Her head falls onto your shoulder, even though you are only halfway inside.
"I forgot how big you are."
She whispers into your ear as you wait for her to adjust to the old feeling of being filled by you.
Ahin starts off slow. She brings her body up and down, almost making you want to take control. But she seems to like it very much. Her half open eyes are looking over your shoulder, out of the window. Her words are reduced to sighs and moans as she moves on top of you sensually.
You are surprised at how much you actually begin to like it. It feels more intimate than just raw fucking.
"I can't stop. This feels so good."
Ahin's head is nestled into your neck. You feel her warm breath on your skin. Your hand has moved up to lazily stroke her hair.
Going slowly like this has many positive side effects. One of which is Ahin's tightness. It feels like her pussy grips onto you stronger. Her walls glide along your shaft, squeezing tightly. You feel everything inside of her and you relish in the feeling, that you are now truly home inside of her body.
Ahin's small whines and slow movements are suddenly interrupted by a knock on your door. The blonde freezes in place. Although she is head over heels for you and really enjoying herself right now, she is still a former member of a girl group. If she is caught like this...
"Not now, Mi-ra!"
You don't know how your secretary would react to this sight. Her boss sitting on his chair, while a gorgeous young woman is sitting in his lap, her dress hiked up to her waist.
"I have the documents for the airline with me!"
"Leave them on your desk!"
You are glad that Mi-ra knows, why you are telling her to not come in. Let's just say, you almost got caught before.
The sound of your secretary's heels slowly fading, seems to have flipped a switch inside Ahin's mind.
Her head is still buried into your neck.
"Please fuck me now. I need it."
Her plea makes you a little more excited. You were enjoying it so far, but you knew, that you wouldn't be able to cum very soon.
"Let's ruin your office, boss."
Her teasing tone makes you see red.
You almost jump off the chair, making Ahin yelp in surprise. She slightly giggles, when you start walking. She is lighter than she seems and you can easily carry her around. The blonde slings her legs around your torso as you carry her through your office.
Once you finally reach the big glassy conference table, you place Ahin down on it. She feels the cold surface on her ass, before she lies down completely.
You stayed inside of her and you are not going to pull out soon.
"I would rather ruin you."
Ahin's eyes grow dark with lust and you start to fuck her hard. All the teasing and the sensual riding earlier left unsatisfied needs within you. Finally releasing them, you take it out on Ahin.
She arches her back off the table as you pound into her. There is no build up needed anymore. You just hold her by her waist, fucking her on the table in your office.
She moans with every thrust. It makes you slowly reach forward. Ahin's eyes tell you to choke her harder, when you fingers find her throat. You make sure that you are not hurting her as you make her cough slightly.
"You like this? You like being used like a plaything?"
Ahin is barely able to nod, you grip on her throat is too strong. You cut off her moans and now she has become a shaking, wordless mess. Her hair is sprawled out all over the glassy surface. Both of her hands are trying to hold on to either side of the big table, but she can barely reach them. Her body rocks back and forth, making her butt and head glide over the smooth surface.
Earlier, Ahin was enjoying being close to you. She wanted to feel you, savour the moment. Glad that the two of you are now dating.
But eventually, she knew she couldn't hold back. Ahin is usually a normal young woman. But when it comes to you, she would do anything. She can't believe that she is letting you have so much control over her body. But she can't deny how much she is loving it.
The way your left hand presses down onto her tummy, feeling her slightly defined abs, pressing her back into the cold glass. Your other hand, closing around her throat, not too tight, but just enough for her to have a little trouble to catch her breath. Your eyes, which are wandering over her half naked body, before they meet hers. And Ahin's most favorite thing. Your cock hitting her soft spot over and over again.
"So-so good."
Her voice sounds raspy and broken, so you decide to finally let go of her throat. The blonde breaths heavily as she feels herself getting closer.
"Just like that. Make me yours."
You feel another wave of feelings hit your body. Ahin has never looked more beautiful. You can't describe it, but you can feel it in your stomach. After the two weeks apart and after her confession, you feel more connected to her. And not just because you are fucking her senseless in your office. But because you care.
"Right there! Yes!"
Ahin's eyes are closed. Her mouth wide open. She throws her head from side to side. Her nails scratch over the glassy surface.
"I'm gonna cum!"
"Do it."
You lean a little forward, grabbing a fistful of her blonde locks. You force her head off the table. Her eyes shoot open as you make her look at you.
"Cum for me, Ahin. Cum for me. Now."
Her eyes roll to the back of her head, when she can't hold back any longer. You hold her by her hair and waist as Ahin cums on the conference table.
"Oh my god! Oh my god!"
She trembles like a leaf as you keep pounding her through her orgasm.
Ahin is usually not a squirter, but now you see some of her juices glisten on the glass. You keep going, not wanting to stop.
As Ahin's orgasm slowly dies down, yours starts to approach. You knew that this was coming sooner or later and you regret that you can't keep it off longer.
"Ahin..."
You groan as you feel the familiar feeling in your center. There is no need to say anything else, but her name. Ahin knows what it is. She can feel you starting to twitch inside of her. She can feel the pull on her hair getting stronger. You are almost sure that you are leaving marks on her hips, with how hard you are holding onto them.
But Ahin's eyes show, that she is loving it. She loves that you want to show that she is with you. Her messy hair in your hand. The large dark spot you left on her vanilla skin, right on her neck. She feels like she is wanted, when you do this to her. In this moment, Ahin doesn't care about the consequences. So what, when someone sees a hickie on her skin? She is allowed to have fun, right?
"I need your cum. I don't care where. Just give it to me."
Her begging sends you over the edge. It only takes you a split second to decide, where you want to cum. You have cum a lot in and on Ahin. Leaving her tight snatch, you feel yourself cumming. Your semen leaves your cock as you start to paint her body white. It hits her pussy, her lower stomach, her right thigh and her dress. The white streaks of your cum glisten on Ahin's body. Her black dress is stained as well. There is no way she can leave, without anyone knowing what you two did.
You try to catch your breath as you slowly let go of Ahin's hair. She rests her head on the table as she recovers as well.
"That was..."
Ahin looks at you. Her eyes still a little glassy.
"Wow."
You smile at her as you see her like this. She is on full display on top of the conference table. Her messy hair is everywhere. Your cum is still staining her body and her dress, before she slowly starts to scoop it up with her finger.
"I haven't tasted this in too long."
She licks her finger clean, moaning in delight.
You have to look away, knowing that she could convince you to go for a second round. But you still have work to do. As much as you would love to spend the rest of the day with Ahin, you know there is still stuff to do.
While the blonde slowly gets off the table, you walk towards the small closet in the corner of your office. You mainly use it for your own suits. It has happened a couple of times, that you were too busy to go home or sleep, so you stayed here. And that's why you have a couple of spare suits. And something else. In case something like this happens.
You take out a summer dress, which is hanging in the small closet. It's white with small roses on it.
"What is that?"
You have to admit that you are feeling a little guilty to show her this, but you can't let Ahin walk around with cum on her dress.
"This is for.."
You try to find the right word.
"Emergencies."
"So I'm not the only one you fucked in your office?"
Ahin looks at you in disappointment.
"N-No."
She stares at you, until you finally keep talking.
"But you are the only woman apart from the housekeeper, who knows what my house looks like from the inside."
You hope that this will make it a little less awkward.
"And I hope it stays that way."
You nod as you hand her the dress.
"From now on, you will be the only person I will be sleeping with."
Although the decision is a tough one, you know it's right. Ahin is a wonderful woman and you can't disrespect her by sleeping around.
To your surprise, she shakes her head.
"Honestly? I don't care if you have sex with other women."
You raise your eyebrow in suspicion. This seems like a trap.
"I mean, we would have to have rules for it, but I don't have a problem."
"You are joking."
Ahin shakes her head.
"I'm not. When I saw you and Karina coming out of the dressing room, I was angry. Yes. But not because you had sex with her. I thought the two of us had something special."
You realize that that's true. Up until now, all the women you have been with after Ahin, were excellent, no doubt, but they weren't Ahin. With her, you could talk afterwards for a while, before going to sleep. Or you could make breakfast with her, joking about this and that. She has become more than just a sex buddy.
"I think we do. That's why I won't sleep with anyone but you."
The blonde shakes her head, before she pulls her black dress over head. You can't help but stare at her bra for a moment, before your voice catches your attention.
"I honestly have to say that I found it hot. After you were gone, I imagined how you and Karina did it. How she made you cum. How you made her cum. I even asked her about it."
"You did?"
Ahin nods.
"I'm sorry, but this feels too much like a trap."
You say that as she is about to put the new dress on. She stops halfway and laughs heartily.
"Don't worry. I'm being serious. I heard what you did with Yuna and Ryujin."
You watch her in stunned silence as she resumes to put the summer dress on.
"How?"
"News travel fast among idols. Plus, I'm good friends with Lia. She is one of their members."
"I see."
You are still hesitant. What would you do, if the woman you are about to date, tells you to sleep with other women? And that she thinks it's hot?
"But like I said, I have a couple of boundaries."
"You want to sleep with other men as well?"
Ahin shakes her head.
"Like I said, I only sleep with the man, whom I like. Singular."
You nod in understanding. It seems like Ahin is actually serious.
"First, you don't invite any of the girls to your house."
You guess that's reasonable.
"Two, you have to tell me afterwards. I want to know, with whom you are sleeping with."
She is now sitting in your chair, while you are leaning against the desk. "Anything else?"
"Don't get any of them pregnant."
"The only girl I'm gonna get pregnant is my wife."
"Not me?"
She chuckles at your wordless expression.
"Anyways. Those are the things that I care about. Except for that you can do whatever you want."
When Ahin gets up, she thinks of one more thing.
"Ah. The most important one. You can only have feelings for me. When you feel that you like someone else, you have to tell me. And no presents like jewelry or anything."
"I don't buy you jewelry either."
Ahin pouts at you.
"It's not too late to start."
"You have more than enough money I think. Last time I checked, I'm paying you a lot to model for my company."
Ahin twirls around in her dress.
"Rightfully so. I bet you are barely able to keep up with making new clothes."
You chuckle at her playful confidence.
The date you and Ahin went on didn't go according to plan at all. The restaurant you wanted to take her to, was closed due to some health violation. Then, while you were driving around the city to find something better, you got a business call. It took about twenty minutes, while you were standing in a parking lot. You knew that Ahin wasn't enjoying herself, but she didn't complain.
It was hard to concentrate though, because you kept glancing at Ahin. Earlier today, you were unable to appreciate her creamy thighs, but now she is showing them off. Her knee high, white boots highlight them even more.
And when you have to ask the man on the phone, to repeat what he said, you see a smile appear on Ahin's cute, red lips. Her blonde hair is now flowing down her shoulders in small waves. A pair of golden sunglasses are decorating the top of her head. She is wearing a dress again, but this one is even shorter than the black one. You knew that you would take her home tonight, no matter what. But her dress mad it even more exciting. The red and white clothing only barely covers her thighs. She has to wear small, white shorts underneath it, so that no one can catch a glimpse of her panties.
Once you finally end the call, you apologize.
"It's fine. As long as we are spending time together."
Ahin places the sunglasses on her nose as she looks outside.
"I feel like a real celebrity right now."
You chuckle, before opening your phone.
"You wanna eat in here?"
"Isn't the car expensive?"
You shrug your shoulders, before you open one of the apps to order.
Now it's Ahin's turn to get a phone call.
"Oh. Hi Sohee unnie."
You glance at her. That's not the Sohee you know. Right?
"I'm out right now."
You only hear Ahin's end of the call.
"Maybe tomorrow."
She whispers into the phone.
"I'm on a date."
You don't hear the response, but you see Ahin blush.
"Stop it, unnie."
You get distracted by the headlights in your side mirror. Getting out of the car, you walk towards the delivery guy with your food. It's better if he doesn't see Ahin. After getting back in the car, Ahin seems to have finished the call.
"This is yours, I believe."
You open the lid and give her a pair of chopsticks as well.
"Tteokbokki girl."
"Yah. I have a name, you know."
Opening the box of fried chicken, you eat one, before turning towards her.
"You don't like it?"
"Well.."
Ahin eats a rice cake, while looking outside.
"You do?"
She doesn't respond, but you see her smile in the reflection of the window.
"Can you turn right here?"
You do what she asks.
"Is this a shortcut?"
"No. My friend lives here."
You keep your eyes focused on the road.
"I thought we would spend the night together?"
It takes effort not to sound disappointed. You looked forward to the date and it's aftermath, while you were working today.
"We will. Just not in your house."
"You want me to sleep at your friends place?"
"The two of us planned to hang out together this week, but her schedule changed. She is gonna leave on Sunday."
"That's in two days. Can't you meet tomorrow?"
Ahin shakes her head.
"Trust me. You want to sleep at her place."
You wonder if that's true.
Your doubts are erased, as soon as Ahin's friend opens the door for the both of you. She didn't say anything about what you were gonna do here, but the way her friend looks at you and the way she is dressed makes it pretty obvious.
Her black shorts don't even attempt to hide anything. You can see the small outlines of her cameltoe. When she hugs Ahin, you see that the shape of her ass is more than just visible. Her yellow lacy top is very low cut. Because you are taller than most of the people in Korea, you can actually see everything. Her heels, which are matching the top, are even higher than Ahin's. It feels like not even 50% of her body is clothed. Her hair is blonde as well, but it's cut short. It makes her look more sexy, while Ahin has cuter vibes.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Sohee."
"Nice to meet you."
"The two of us have a song together. It's called 'OK'."
Ahin explains their connection.
"Maybe you know me from my stage name. DJ Soda."
You have never seen her before, but you can't wait to get to know her better.
"You must be (y/n). Ahin told me a lot about you."
You are pretty sure, you know what Ahin told her. And Sohee doesn't even try to hide it, she lazily plays with one of the straps on her top, while scanning your figure.
"And the two of you are dating now?"
Ahin nods.
"We are. But would you mind letting us inside, before you undress him with your eyes?"
The two of them seem close and Sohee just steps aside. She closes the door, once all of you are inside of her apartment.
As you watch her friend getting a glass of water for Ahin, you wonder, if this is a trap. She told you explicitly that she is okay with you sleeping around. But it just sounds too good to be true.
"I will be back in a sec."
Ahin walks off, to what seems to be the bathroom. While she gets past you, she gives you a wink, before letting her hand graze against your crotch.
"Please sit down. Make yourself comfortable."
You follow Sohee's invitation and take your place on the sofa.
"Tell me."
She whispers, after sitting down on the coffee table in front of you.
"How good is Ahin in bed?"
"I think you should ask her yourself."
You hope she is coming back soon, Ahin seems like a wonderful woman and you don't want to mess this up. It is still not clear to you, if this is a trap or not.
"Ahin told me everything already. She said you can fuck her all night."
"Well... That's maybe a little exaggerated."
"Is it? Why don't we try?"
Her hand sneaks towards your knee and you feel her nails dance over your thigh.
In that moment Ahin finally comes back. You almost expect her to tell Sohee to leave you alone. Instead, she starts to laugh.
"I told you unnie. There is now way you could suck him off, while I'm gone."
"What?"
You look at the two of them.
"We made a bet. Unnie said she could seduce you immediately, I said, you would at least wait for me to come back."
"Fine you won. So what?"
Sohee rolls her eyes.
"Why don't you let her do what she wants?"
Ahin sits down next to you. Her hand on your shoulder.
"Fuck her."
You stare at her eyes for a moment. You only see lust in them. Similar to when you made her cum in your office earlier. There is no way you can resist now.
Sohee seems to have seen it as well. Her hand moves towards you to undo your belt.
While she gets your pants off, you look at her. You don't know what it is, but she makes you want to use her. To just use her like an object. The way she is dressed, the way she behaves, the way she talks. She is almost begging for it.
Ahin whispers into your ear.
"She likes it rough."
You were already hard, since the moment Sohee opened her door. Without hesitation, you grab the back of her head and force her onto your cock.
She lets out a surprised cough, but stays in place. Her throat feels a little tighter than Ahin's does. You push her further down your length. When you hit the back of her throat, you realize, that she can't take more. Literally. She can't fit all of you inside. The space from her lips to your base is almost two fingers wide. You try to force her further, but she starts to cough up spit.
You let her go, watching your already in saliva covered cock fall out of her mouth.
"Oh shit, that's deep."
You only give her a second to breathe, before you grab her head once more. Sohee closes her eyes as you force her down.
"Oh. That looks good."
Ahin leans forward to get a better look.
"You should fuck her face, honey."
She keeps calling you all these nicknames, when you are fucking her.
But now it's Sohee's turn. While your cock is still rammed down her throat, you slowly stand up, making her move as well. You see her trying to breath through her nose.
"You wanted to know how I fuck Ahin? Let me show you."
Her eyes light up as you hold her head in place with both hands. You retreat a little, enabling her to breath for just a moment. A second later, your cock is down her throat once more. Sohee chokes again. Strings of spit connect her lips with your cock, when you leave her mouth.
It starts to leak out of the corners of her mouth as you begin to fuck her face.
"Yes. Make her gag."
Ahin is now the one sitting on the table, while you have forced Sohee onto her knees in front of you. The younger blonde cups her breasts over her red dress.
Looking down, you see that rivers of saliva start to reach Sohee's wide open cleavage. You increase your pace, not satisfied with how good she still looks. Something deep down tells you to ruin her face. You can't fight it and so you do your best.
Sohee's gagging becomes louder as you hit the back of her throat over and over again. It feels like you are fucking her face faster than your heart is pounding.
Ahin's left arm is behind her, supporting her weight as she leans back. She lazily lets her hand glide over her dress. It enables you to see the large wet spot on her safety shorts.
"Give it to her. Give her your cock."
Ahin wasn't lying, when she said that she gets off on this.
Encouraged by her lewd words, you focus back on Sohee. She looks like she is just letting everything hit her. Her eyes are closed, she doesn't struggle. She chokes from time to time. But apart from that, it feels like you are fucking a flashlight.
By now her tits are completely wet. A small puddle of spit has already formed in front of her thighs.
"Let me help you."
Ahin has watched enough and is now kneeling behind Sohee. She holds the older blonde's face in place now. You grab her short hair. The two of you are using the older girl like a toy. Only for your pleasure.
When you lean forward a little, you can see the black shorts, which are hugging her ass tight.
"You wanna fuck her?"
Ahin seems to have seen, what you were looking at. You nod, unable to form words. Sohee's throat is making you go crazy.
"Get on the couch, slut."
Ahin lets go of Sohee's head and you loosen your grip on her hair. The blonde is finally able to catch her breath. It feels like your cock is twice as heavy as usual, due to all the spit.
When Sohee is still recovering for a couple of moments, you run out of patients. It's her fault, when she wears these clothes. You pull her to her feet and spin her around, while stepping behind her. Pushing against her back, makes Sohee fall towards the sofa. Her upper body is hanging over the backrest, while her ass is in a perfect position.
To your surprise, Ahin is faster than you. She gives her friend's ass a loud spank.
"You are gonna love it, honey."
Squeezing her ass, you make Sohee moan.
"Oh fuck. Give it to me."
She still sounds weak. But you don't care. This fire in you is still burning. You don't know what it is. Maybe it's her outfit, or her style, or that Ahin is watching.
Either way, you begin to peel the black fabric off her ass. You do it slowly, revealing more and more of her porcelain like flesh.
Once her pants are sliding down her thighs, you give her a good spank.
"Oh god!"
Ahin follows suit, giving her another one. The two of you work together, turning Sohee's cheeks into a bright red.
Usually, Ahin isn't this dominant, but she is enjoying herself more than she expected. Her eyes glisten with lust, when she watches you finally lining up your cock with Sohee's soaked cunt.
The face fucking and the spanking must have turned her on more than you thought.
"Make her cum on your cock, like you do with me. Show her what a whore she is for her friend's daddy."
Spreading the Dj's ass cheeks apart, you take a good look at her pussy, before you slowly slide inside.
"Holy shit! More!"
You keep pressing forward, until you finally bottom out inside of her.
"Holy fuck!"
Ahin grins widely at her friend's comment.
"Fuck her good."
You do as she says. Cutting the build up short, you start pounding into Sohee after only a couple of slow thrusts. You feel her shift around a little, trying to find a spot, where she can take it the best.
"Fuck yes! Tear my pussy open with that cock!"
While fucking her harder, you squeeze her ass with your left hand. It makes her moan louder as you reach forward to grab the back of her neck.
"Fucking use me! Use me like a toy!"
You don't have anything else in mind as you pound Ahin's friend into her own sofa. The hand on her neck makes her look up straight, enabling you to watch her expressions in the mirror in front of her. Sohee's eyes are shut. Her lips are pressed together, when she isn't moaning. The knuckles of her hands turn white as she holds onto the backrest for dear life.
You could have fucked her like this for hours. If it wasn't for Ahin. At first the sound of your hips, meeting Sohee's ass and her lewd moans, were the only sounds in the room. But soon, you start to hear desperate whines on your right.
Turning your head to the source, you see Ahin lying on the sofa, her head resting on the armrest. Her safety shorts are discarded onto the floor. The lack of underwear and with that her ulterior motive are more than obvious. She draws circles on her own clit, watching you fuck the life out of her friend. Her half open eyes show how much she is enjoying it.
You only get distracted for a moment, before Sohee makes you focus on her again.
"Harder! Harder! Make me cum!"
As you keep pounding into her tight snatch, your hand leaves her neck to travel towards her chest. Slipping underneath her skimpy top, you start to play with her breasts. They are bigger than Ahin's, but you feel they are missing something in comparison to the woman next to you.
"Fuck yes! Almost there!"
Sohee's moans become louder and louder. Her pussy becomes wetter. Her eyes are still shut. And then she cums. She is suddenly silent. Not a sound escapes her mouth. You watch her wide open mouth in the mirror as her pussy contracts around you. It tries to make you cum as well. But there is still someone, you have to take care of.
Ahin is now knuckle deep inside her own pussy as she watches her friend orgasm around your cock.
Except for the muscles in her pussy, Sohee seems to be lifeless. Until she starts moaning again. As if someone paused a video.
"Holy-Holy fuck!"
"Do me now, daddy. Do me, please."
You slowly leave Sohee's wet cavern, making her moan one last time. Reaching to your left, you position Ahin right next to her friend. Bend over the backrest. Her hass up. Her head hanging off. Her golden hair barely touching the floor.
"Yes, daddy. Fuck me, please."
There is no need for a build up with Ahin as well. She has played long enough with herself already.
When you enter her, it feels like her pussy is already used to being filled by your cock. Her tight walls wrap themselves around your length immediately, holding you tight.
You resume your pounding, but this time you are fucking a different pussy. You can't help but compare. Ahin's is tighter, while Sohee is a little bit more wet.
Speaking of. The older girl is still hanging off the backrest as if she is asleep.
"Oh, daddy! Your pounding my pussy so good!"
You reach forward again, but this time, you aim for the girl's hair. Pulling on it, makes Ahin raise her head. She grunts slightly as you pull a little too hard for a moment. The slight pain is washed away quickly by your thrust.
Now, you are able to watch her gorgeous face twitch in pleasure as you fuck her from behind. You see her biting her lower lip, trying to silence herself.
"I want you to scream. Tell me how good you are feeling."
Ahin's eyes shoot open and she focuses her gaze on yours.
"It's so good! You are pounding me so hard, daddy!"
You feel yourself getting closer as you watch Ahin's body getting rocked back and forth in the mirror. Leaning forward, you start to kiss her exposed shoulders. You can taste the salty sweat on her skin.
You want to make Ahin cum before you do. But the combination of Sohee's throat and pussy and Ahin's tight snatch prove as to much for you. Feeling, that you are holding her waist harder and harder, Ahin knows that you are about to cum.
"Yes! Fill me up, daddy! Fill me with that cum of yours!"
Sohee finally seems to have regained her senses. She is now kneeling on the couch, watching how you fuck Ahin.
"Cum in that pussy. Ruin her."
The seductive look she is giving you finally trips you over the edge.
You groan as you unload inside of Ahin. Rope after rope of cum paints her insides. You are surprised at how much you are shooting inside of her. After a couple of moments, you are finally drained.
You wish you could stay in her forever, but Ahin still hasn't cum yet. As soon as you leaver her snatch, Sohee takes your place. Hungrily, she starts to eat her out from behind, before any of your cum can leak out of the younger girl's freshly fucked pussy.
"You taste so good with his cum."
It takes her about a minute, until you see Ahin starting to tremble. Her hand is covering her mouth. The only thing you can do is watch as her friend makes her orgasm, while she eats your cum out of her pussy.
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criminology anon again. It is such a cool major and I get to learn a lot of cool things. Currently have an internship with an investigative team of detectives so pretty hyped about that. If you still need ideas, you would write about maybe the reader coming back from working on a case and it didn’t end the way she wanted it to so Jack takes care of her?
Loved your response to my last ask I ate that up !
Ah, so glad you enjoyed! And congrats on your internship, that's so amazing! I personally had the most draining day in uni so writing some Jack comfort was absolutely what I needed. That's also why it's definitely longggg, and it has some Luke in it too (platonic). Enjoy <3
(to make this blurb mild for all, i did not go into any details on the mentioned case)
Jack Hughes x Criminology!OC, Luke Hughes x OC
It had been a day.
Scratch that, it had been a week.
A week of being in another state, a week of meetings, a week of assisting on the investigation.
All for it to end like that. God it has been tearing at my insides since we walked out of that precinct.
Kev tried to help. She's been at this for a years, but talking to her on the plane made it clear that even for a veteran like herself this case was hard.
All I have been able to think about is coming home. And now I'm stuck outside the door, unable to take out my key and even unlock it. I don't want to bring this inside, home is my safe place and after everything I just can't help the feeling of unsettled energy sitting on my chest.
"Crim, you're back!" Luke's voice is what shakes me from my own head space, the nickname he gave me when he first found out my major making the slightest smile come to my face. I'm still tense, but I can't help but turn to face the kid as he takes long strides down the hall, his arms wrapping around me as both our bags fall to the floor. "We missed you around here."
"I miss you too, Kid," I whisper, tears already threatening to spill.
"What are you two doing in the hallway?" Jack's voice interrupts our hug, and I guess I missed the door opening because he's standing there, dazzling sleepily in grey sweatpants and the shirt of my alma mater on his body, having gotten it my freshman year. As if sensing my question, he smiles softly. "I heard both your bags hit the floor. You two are loud."
"You are so not one to talk," Luke groans, grabbing both of our bags and shoving past his brother with no real fire. Poor boy.
I'm still in the hallway. He's standing inside the doorway. And it's now that our eyes fully meet, his shoulders falling.
"It didn't go well," It's not a question, he knows simply from how I'm standing what the answer is. "Come here baby," He coos, taking my hand and pulling me into the apartment, closing the door as we move towards our room.
The lights are low, only the Christmas lights I strung up around the edge of the room during the holidays being left on as he coaxes me to sit on our bed. He doesn't say anything, ask any questions, just moves around the room in silence as he goes to his dresser, grabbing a pair of sweat pants and one of my favorite hoodies, his favorite hoodie, from his drawer and bringing them over.
"Here baby, how about you put these on and I'll go grab the ice cream and we'll see where we left off with New Girl, yeah?"
"Thank you," I thank, him kissing the top of my head with a smile before walking back to the door.
"You don't have to thank me for doing exactly what you do for me after tough games," His voice vibrates back into the room.
And it's with slow hands that I peel off my business casual and pull on his sweats, pulling my hair from where it was sitting on the top of my head.
Two knocks later, I'm already leaning against the headboard of the bed, quilt pulled up high against my chest.
"J, you don't have to knock to come in our room," I can't help but chuckle, although it's Luke's curly head that pops in first, his hands holding 3 soda's as Jack trails in, a bowl of popcorn and a bowl of chocolate strawberries in hand.
"Someone felt left out and wanted to join us," Jack explains, curling into my side as Luke throws his lanky body at the foot of our bed. Jack's lips meet the side of my head again, wrapping his arm around me. "He noticed how upset you were earlier and wanted to be sure you were okay," Is the explanation he whispers in my ear, my heart warming.
"Thank you for all of this," I whisper, Luke too distracted by the remote to notice our conversation.
"I'm just glad you're home, I missed you," He responds, shoving a handful of popcorn in his mouth.
"I miss you too, babe."
"Hey, I'm here too," Luke grumbles, having rolled onto his other side and looking pouty. "Did anyone miss me?"
"No."
"Always Kid, always."
#criminology anon#the writing of spencer rose#original character#nhl fanfiction#jack hughes x oc#jack hughes fanfiction#jack hughes imagine#luke hughes x reader#luke hughes#jack hughes#new jersey devils
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Comforting Nightmares
Pairing: Leviathan x gn!Reader
Type: fluff, comfort, mention of angst??
Length: one shot
Summary: You and Levi hangout late in his room but when you eventually decide to go to sleep you are soon woke up by Levi having a bad dream
Note: This probably sucks ass, I'm supposed to be reading a book for school cuz I have it tomorrow but I wrote this instead. Enjoy this shit.
Warnings: slight angst I guess (verbal), Otaku (/jk)
11:00PM
You and Levi has decided to spend the night together unknown to the rest of the brothers.
You two snuck in snacks into his room as well as drinks. You both "went to bed", you texting the family group chat good night per usual.
12:00PM
It has now been an hour since you were supposed to be asleep and yet you got up from your bed going to Levis room trying to be quiet.
He opened the door for you as you quietly said a short password you planned beforehand.
You went into his room with a smile " hey Levi,are you ready to have the best night ever?"
He nodded excited to have you to himself for once.
3:00AM
You two have been playing games for three hours now trying to be as quiet as possible, somehow no one has caught you yet. You have ate a bunch of branded Ruri-chan snacks and Ruri-chan themed sodas. (Ofc Levi bought a whole pack of both since the second they came out on Akuzon)
You were supposed to stay up till 4AM but you had a long day and you might pass out tired if you go on like this.
"So should we go another round of Mario Kart or do you want to continue our Stardew Valley farm?"
Levi said looking at the screen, you didn't respond so he looked at you seeing your tired expression.
Were you bored of him?Did he annoy you because he didn't let you win? Did you just dislike being with him and that's why you never done this before?
So many thoughts going thru his head except the fact that maybe you had a hard day.
"I'm actually a bit tired, is it okay if we go to bed? It is pretty late already" You said rubbing your eyes.
"Oh um yeah sure, let me turn this off and throw away the garbage and I will go to bed too" Levi said standing up slowly sad that your leaving.
He was done cleaning up but you have yet to go back to your room.
"Levi,you have any spare blankets? I thought I could sleep on the been bag"
You didn't want to leave? Did you feel bad for him? Why would you want to sleep over if he bothered you?
"Oh yeah I do" He said handing you a light purple blanket with ":3" faces on it.
"Cute blanket and thanks" you said getting comfy on the been bag,sure it wasent better then a bed but not worse then the floor.
"Good night Levi"
"Good night"
5:20AM
You woke up to a loud sound. Levi woke up jumping to sit up in his bed knocking over a water bottle by his side.( idk don't ask)
"Levi, are you okay?" Your sweet voice said to him concerned. Such a sweet voice.
"Y-yeah I just um had a nightmare" he said whispering the last word.
"I'm sorry I woke you up, and knocked over the bottle I didn't mean to."
He didn't turn to look at you, your eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly as you noticed him shaking a bit.
Standing up from your been bag you walked over to him "Levi, please tell me about the nightmare, your obviously not okay, your shaking so much"
He turned to look at you this time, making eye contact for a second.
He wasn't answering you so you jumped into the tub, trying your best not to sit on him.
( you sat so you could face him)
"Levi" you said softly grabbing both of his hands into your own
"Please talk to me about it, I won't laugh at you I promise, I don't want to see you like this"
He looked down the whole time, finally speaking.
"I..I um, had a nightmare"
You moved your thumbs over his hands as a sign to let him continue,trying to make him more comfortable.
"Y-you were… In it"
Your eyes grew a bit wider.
"Me? Did I do something?"
Levi stopped talking for a second remembering the nightmare.
"You were telling me how… I'm gross. And weird. How I'm a waist of a demon and-"
Hearing enough coming from purple haired demon you grabbed his face with your hand making him look at you.
"Levi that's enough" you said looking at him for a second longer until you pulled him in for a hug.
It took him a few seconds till he lightly hugged back.
"I don't think those things about you Levi, I never did. I find you interesting and I love how you're passionate about the things you love.Because of you i get to talk to someone about my favorite Anime and Games. Because of you I don't feel weird being myself. Your beautiful and such a sweetheart to me I can't bring myself to be mad at you. I love spending time with you. I wish we could have stayed up more but I had a hard day so I was tired. I'm sorry."
'You had a hard day…I suppose that explains your tiredness as well… '
"Just know I don't think your weird or gross, never did, never will, okay?" You said finally pulling away from hug.
You saw a single tear drip from his eye.
He was so glad you didn't hate him.So so so glad.
"Thank you.. I don't deserve you Y/N"
"Yes you do" you wiped away his tear with your finger
A small laugh leaving his lips.
You kissed his hand.
"Do you feel better now?You stopped shaking"
He looked at your eyes, ones he loved so much.
"Yeah I'm feeling better,a lot better"
You pulled away from him sitting back. "Do you want to sleep together?"
"H-HUH?"
"I Mean to sleep in the same bed together! We can cuddle"
"Oh yeah, sure I guess, but the tub is to small for us both to sleep in"
Sure the tub was small But you had a perfectly good bed in your room.
"We can go to my room, the bed should be big enough, plus we will cuddle so we will take up even less space" you said excited already getting out of the tub pulling Levi with you.
He looked at you with eyes full of love.
"Sure,let's go to your room"
BONUS:
You woke up to Mammon screaming at Levi cuz when he came to your room so early in the morning wanting to get your attention first he was greeted with you and Levi with your arms around one another.
Not the best way to wake up. Levi was soon up chasing Mammon for ruining a nice moment.
#obey me fluff#Obey me#Obey me mc#obey me leviathan#obey me levi x reader#obey me levi x you#Obey me Levi fluff#leviathan fluff#leviathan x mc#leviathan x gender neutral reader
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How to Say Sorry
summary: a continuation of the college!jack au!
a/n: this is a pretty short blurb, but if you'd like to see more of college!jack, feel free to send in requests!
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You had been upset with Jack before. You had been upset when he convinced you to skip your morning class one day to go to some tailgate and you missed an important lecture. You had been upset when he set the both of you behind on a project because he wanted to study at the greasiest burger nook he could find. You had even been upset when he took you to a party that you hated.
Jack knew how to fix any of that, though, when he mumbled an apology into your neck and trying to fit himself into your tiny dorm bed. He was good at that, and it made him almost want to make you upset.
What he was no good at, however, was making you forgive him when you were mad. And you were mad. He couldn't get you to answer your phone or answer your text, and when he figured out that he wasn't blocked, it made it worse. When he showed up at your dorm that you had to yourself most nights, you would let him knock on the door until someone finally came out and shooed him away.
It had been an entire week since he talked to you, which was the longest it had been since your freshman and he asked you for help on his paper. He hadn't kissed you in a week and three days, which is the longest it had been since he couldn't remember when.
It felt oddly like being homesick.
Jack had exhausted each and every resource he had. He had tried talking to your friends who had no idea of what relationship you had, but even they told him that you were in a bad mood. When he tried talking to you after or before class, you were quick to find a crowd and hustle away from him.
Jack was nearing his wit's end until he was sitting on the couch while his roommates were practically writing their next noise complaint while playing a video game.
He got their attention when he stood off the couch quickly, earning several glances.
"What the fuck?" Urban side-eyed his tall friend as Jack snatched his wallet and keys off the counter. "Hey, where you going?"
"Nowhere."
"Can you bring me back a soda?"
"I won't be back tonight." he told him before disappearing towards the foyer, and Urban looked back at their roommates. "He's fucking weird."
Jack arrived at the bookstore just a few blocks off campus and nearly stumbled out of his car as he walked up to the doors. He knew the hours well, he'd spent plenty of nights waiting directly outside. When he went to tug at the doors, he was shocked to find that they were locked. A good two minutes after close.
"Fuck." he huffed.
You were a rule follower, he knew that well, so to have the doors locked up this early meant that you weren't the one locked them. Before he gave up, he caught the familiar sweater you wore on nights like this- muggy with thick, cold air. Just looking at you made him feel a lot warmer than he was.
Startling you with the loud banging against the window, you turned around with wide eyes and dropped the books you were holding before frowning and shaking your head.
"Let me in!" he yelled, knocking on the window to the point where it made the person closing the coffee shop next door yelp. "Sorry, my friend is... she locked me out."
The other didn't say anything as they made their way to their car, leaving Jack to press his forehead to the glass.
"Come on. Let me apologize."
"I don't want your apology." you yelled back, approaching the door with a frown. "So you can go back and tell her how dumb I am."
"I wasn't thinking when I told her all that. I- fuck, I don't know."
"Go home, Jack." you told him, meeting his bleary eyed gaze with a cold one. "I'm done with you."
Jack didn't hesitate before getting to his knees, setting down the bouquet and box of chocolates that you didn't notice he had until it was under the light outside the doors. He looked up at you through the glass with a pitiful frown and his glasses slightly crooked. He hardly ever wore his glasses- to a point where only you and a few other people on campus even knew he wore them.
"Y/N, I'm begging you, please let me in. Let me tell you that I'm an idiot and I don't deserve to have you and that I-"
You startled him when you unlocked the door and furrowed your eyebrows. Your unwavering expression told Jack that you weren't letting him off the hook just yet- that he'd have to earn it with a lot more than some lost puppy act and pretty flowers.
Even though, when he came in and towered over you, you realized that they were your favorite.
When Jack met the warmth of the shop, he couldn't help but stand less than six inches away, his hands practically twitching with the desire to touch your side the way he always did.
"Got you these." he mumbled, and you took the grand bouquet silently.
"Thank you, but I thought you were here to apologize."
"I am. I mean, I just wanted to give you this stuff first."
"Right, but-"
"These chocolates, too. The ones we tried when we were walking that day." you took those ones, but made sure you didn't smile in excitement. "And this book. You said your manager won't order the books and you wanted to read it."
"Alright, thank you. Now, you were supposed to tell me how awful it is to tell the girl you're fucking about how depressing it is to be around the other girl you're fucking."
Jack ducked his head and nodded, licking his lips and stammering. "I don't know how to say sorry for something like that. It's stupid that I did something like that to begin with, but I am sorry. I'm so sorry, Y/N."
"Why would you tell her that in the first place?" you shook your head and Jack shrugged. "Why do you care so much about people knowing that you know me?"
"I don't know. I guess, I just like what we have."
"You like having a secret."
"We fuck! I don't want to air that out." he scoffed, and you shook your head.
You swallowed, maintaining your glare through your hurt. Jack had said many times before that he didn't need anything beyond a friends with benefits situation, so you weren't sure why you expected much more than that from him.
"I don't think it's the worst thing in the world for people to know that we do more than study together - that we hang out, at least, I mean. I like being your friend, Jack, and if I don't feel like I have a friend in you, then I don't want to be around you."
"If you want me to tell people that you're my best friend in the world, Y/N, I will."
"It's not about what I want, it's about why you wouldn't tell people that you know me for more than the girl who's helping you pass philosophy, so you can stay on the soccer team. Why you're ashamed of me."
"I'm not ashamed of you." Jack protested quickly, stepping closer to you and pulling you towards him by your hips when you stepped back, all of his thoughtful gifts falling to the ground.
"I don't care anymore, Jack." you shrugged, trying to ignore how good he smelled or how nice it was to feel him touch you again.
"You don't have to care, I do." he whispered, looking down at you and adjusting his glasses as if nothing over the past ten minutes was more important than seeing you. "I don't know how to apologize for that dumb shit I did, but I'm not going to forget about it if you forgive me. I want you all to myself. I don't want to keep you a secret, Y/N, I want everyone to know that I have the one person they can't. That's really selfish of me, but I don't care."
"It is." you mumbled, feeling lightheaded in his presence. "And I don't forgive you, you'll have to earn my trust all over again, but... I appreciate your apology."
"I don't expect you to forgive me. You shouldn't forgive me, really, but I don't know, Y/N. I'm willing to put in all the work I have to."
"Really?" you egged, your hand sliding to his wrist on your hip.
"I promise you." he whispered, his eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes. "I just want you."
You didn't say anything before you moved your other hand to his neck, scratching the nape of his neck as you encouraged him closer.
"You get one last chance, Harlow."
"That's all I need." he promised, moving his hands from your hips to your ass. "Let me show you."
#college!jack#jack harlow#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow au#jack harlow fanfiction#jack harlow angst#jack harlow fluff#fanfiction#im not done crafting their story but these blurbs r very fun
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stressed
pairing: yeosang x reader
genre: fluff; roommates to lovers au
word count: 1125
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It's been a long day. Scratch that. It’s been a very long and tiring week. From editing in the studio to decorating the café, nothing seemed to go smoothly. Everyone could see how worn out I was, yet none of them offered to help or ask how I was holding up with the sudden increase in workload. No. They just asked how the people around me were holding up or that I should help them out or keep an eye on them. And honestly? It was exhausting.
Walking into the lift, all I could think about was to go home, take a shower and sit in bed with a book in hand and a cup of tea beside me.
Though it seemed that the universe had other plans for me.
The moment I stepped foot into the flat, I was greeted by the sound of laughter from the living room. Making my way over, two figures were sat on the sofa, chatting away, yet neither of them was my flat mate, Yeosang.
"Hey, you're home early today."
Turning my head to the kitchen entrance, I saw Yeosang coming out with bottles of soda in hand for his friends.
"Yeah, got everything done early." With a weak smile, I looked over at the two on the sofa. "Got friends over?"
Sitting himself down, "Yeah, I didn't know you were gonna come back early. Probably should've texted."
"That would've been nice, yes, If I had known you had friends over, I would've walked in looking less like a zombie."
Yeosang turned slightly, looking me down, "Yeah, you don't look too good. Are you gonna head straight to bed or eat with us first? We ordered some pizza."
Nodding my head towards the corridor, "I'm gonna head to bed."
Waving goodbye, I quickly made my way towards the bedroom, quickly removing my clothes and throwing them into the hamper.
Stepping into the shower, I let my mind go blank as the hot water rolled down my tense muscles and down the drain. Quickly doing my routine, I walked out of the bathroom and collapsed straight into bed, turning off all of the lights except for those above the bed.
Lying down, however, seemed to make my brain more awake, though that may also be due to finally seeing Yeosang after a week. Even though we live in the same flat, due to my increased workload, I left before he woke up and got back in after he went to bed.
Now, why would Yeosang be on my mind? I like him. And I have done since Wooyoung introduced him to me three years ago when I was looking for a flat mate. It was a well-known fact within our group of friends that I liked him, they all found out one way or another, though Yeosang seemed to be oblivious of it.
Sitting up, I reached for my phone.
Hearing a knock, I looked up to see Yeosang carefully walking in with a mug of tea in hand.
"Here you go."
He placed the mug in my hands before crawling next to me.
Taking a sip, I looked at him with a weak smile, "Thank you."
We just sat in silence as I sipped on the tea.
Finishing off the tea, I set the mug down on the night stand.
"Wanna talk about your week?"
Shaking my head, I leaned into him, "Not really. I won't be able to hold back my tears if I start."
Yeosang pulled me into him, "Then don't. Just because we've hardly seen each other this week doesn't mean I can't tell how much all of this is affecting you."
"I'm tired. So bloody tired. Nothing's been going smoothly and the people who are supposed to help are making it worse. Which, in turn, gives me more work. I've also got people coming to me telling me to help them and check up on them. I do. I really do. But they're supposed to help me make my work easier, not the other way round. They seem to forget that I'm also human. That I also feel tired. That, sometimes, I'd want to be cared about. I just, I can't."
Burying my face into his chest as tears fell, I could feel his arm tighten around me as the other one reached for the back of my head.
"Shh," I could feel his lips on my forehead. "I know you're stressed, yeah? But just remember that I'm here. You can always talk to me. I'll always help you. I'll always be here. And I don't plan on leaving until you get tired of me."
I let out a small chuckle at the last part. Sniffling I looked up at him, "I'll never get tired of you."
With a gentle smile, he reached for my face, wiping away the tears, "Good, because I don't think I'd live."
What?
I blinked a few times, eyes scanning his features. His eyes were gentle and a small smile pulled at his lips.
"What?"
He reached up, pushing some of my hair back, "I said, I don't think I'd be able to live. Without you."
Okay, I'm pretty sure all the stress and lack of sleep has gone to my brain, because there's no way Yeosang just said that.
"Why?"
My voice was small, unsure.
"Because I like you."
"You do?"
He let out a small giggle, "I do."
Reaching a hand to hold the side of his face, I gently traced the birthmark by the side of his eye.
"I like you too."
He grinned at me, "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
He carefully pulled my face towards his, placing a few light pecks on my lips.
A blush spread across my cheeks as I buried my head into the crook of his neck.
I could feel his chest vibrating as he laughed, "Come on, let's get some sleep."
Pulling me down with him, he reached over to turn the lights off.
I cuddled into him, sleep taking over me within seconds.
"I KNEW IT! San-ah what did I say this morning?"
Groaning, I buried my head into Yeosang's chest as he pulled me closer to him.
"Wooyoung. Shut up."
With the two bickering at the door, I felt kisses being peppered on the side of my head.
"Morning."
Pulling back slightly, I mumbled, "Morning love."
Fully opening my eyes, I looked to San and Wooyoung, "Could you two wait in the living room?"
Wooyoung nodded, "Hurry up, I wanna know how it happened."
Hearing a soft click, I looked at Yeosang, "It's gonna be a long day isn't it."
"With Wooyoung? Yes."
Smiling, I leaned down and kissed him, "Come on, let's go entertain the demon child."
#ateez#ateez x reader#ateez fluff#kang yeosang#ateez yeosang#yeosang#yeosang x reader#roommates to lovers#roommates au#yeosang imagine#ateez imagine#ateez oneshot#yeosang oneshot#ateez au
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🥺🥺🥺 if you feel up to it, I would love photographs + morning light for stevtony✨
ahhh this is pretty old anon, i'm sorry, but i thought this would be perfect for a small ficlet for steve's birthday!
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"I'm going to sleep like the dead," Steve says, muffling back at yawn. He rests his head against Tony's shoulder and smiles fondly. Tony looks halfway to sound asleep himself, right here in the kitchen.
"What were we thinking, partying all night? We're no spring chickens," Tony groans. Steve follows him with his eyes, watching as he takes in the detritus of the birthday party the team had thrown for him today. Well, yesterday, technically, but it still feels like his birthday, sitting here with Tony in the quiet of the morning, the sun just peeking up at them over the horizon.
"Hey," Steve teases, poking Tony in the side. "Speak for yourself."
Tony grins at him. "Of the two of us, which one is over one hundred years old?"
"Technicality," Steve says, and yawns again.
Tony knocks their knees together and looks at him. "Did you have a nice day, sweetheart?" He asks, and Steve knows this matters to him, knows Tony really wants the answer. He's like that with everyone he cares about, of course, but especially Steve.
"Yeah," Steve says, smiling. "I really did."
The party had hardly been a huge, intentionally all-night affair: just the team, Buck and Sam, and Peter and MJ. It's just that it had been so long since they'd all been together, it was like none of them wanted to be the first to all it a night. So they just... hadn't.
They didn't call it, didn't stop talking and laughing and pouring drinks and sodas and picking at Steve's giant birthday cake until around 5:00 AM, when MJ announced that she would literally expire if she didn't sleep right then.
The rest of them had trickled out slowly after that, all of them hugging onto Steve longer than they normally would, even Nat, like they wanted the night and his birthday to last just that much longer.
Now, though, with everyone gone, it just Steve and Tony in the kitchen of their sprawling lake house, and the soft, early morning light melting in through the sheer curtains.
"Hey," Tony says, sifting through the mess on the table. "Look at these." He holds up a stack of Polaroid photos that had been taken over the course of the night.
First, a picture of Nat and Steve, grinning hugely, arms slung around each other.
Next, Bruce, Peter, and Tony, each of them holding up a peace sign and smiling widely.
There's photos of Peter and Mj, Nat and Clint, one of the entire team together that makes Steve smile.
The last one is of himself and Tony, though it's clear neither knew it was being taken. They're sitting much like they are now, pressed in close, heads bent together, and they're smiling, looking for all the world like it's just the two of them alone in the room.
Steve feels his throat go tight suddenly, looking at all the pictures. He really did have the best day. He has the best husband, friends... more like family, now, he thinks warmly.
"Can I keep these?" Steve asks, grabbing the group shot and the photo of him and Tony.
"Of course," Tony says, leaning in and kissing him, long and slow and warm. "Now, let's go to bed, you're too old to be up this late."
Steve just smiles and shakes his head, lets Tony lead them to bed.
#stevetony#stony#superhusbands#my fic#anonymous#spring prompts#steve/tony#i've written it a bunch of times but i just love those moments where everyone leaves and it's just you and someone you love#at the end of the night#like#:(((#anyway
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Sweet Confessions
Shark x Reader
Heading into the hideouts kitchen/dining room, you could immediately see that Shark and Piranha were up to something. They were giggling like a group of fourth graders, over something in a shopping bag. "What's up, guys?" You ask, pulling out a chair at the table and sitting down. "Webs took us to this family-owned market downtown, and they had a bunch of cool aperitivos!" Piranha exclaims happily. You tilt your head, slightly confused. "Uhh, it means snacks." Shark translates, and you nod.
"Sweet, what did y'all pick up?" You ask, beginning to go through the bag. "Uh, we got a soda called Ramune, some Shrimp crackers, and some Pocky." Shark says. You nod, popping open one of the sodas. "HUUHUH WE CAN DO THE POCKY GAME!" Piranha exclaims happily. "The what?" You ask. Piranha jumps up onto the table and begins explaining the game, hands waving the wolf time. "Webs got me hooked on these k-dramas, there like Telenovelas, but all the actors are Korean." He exclaims. You only nod, waiting for him to go on. "In the most recent episode of 'Our journey to romance', Chae-Wong confesses to her crush via the Pocky game. That's when two people eat from different sides of the Pocky, until one chickens out, or they kiss!" Piranha says, falling over dramatically. You only laugh at his antics, and shake your head. "That game sounds stupid as hell." You say, trying not to blush at the idea of playing. "Yeah, I just want to eat the snacks, bro." Shark says, about to drop the entire box in his mouth, with Piranha scoffs. "What?" Shark says, frowning and looking at him. "That's just 'cause you're a coward, papi." Piranha says, crossing his arms. "I ain't no coward!" Shark says, clearly growing annoyed. "It's not my fault you can't handle it." He says. "He doesn't know what to do, since he gets no bitches." Piranha says, fake whispering to you. You giggle, before Shark grabs one of the small, colorful snack sticks, and sticks it in your mouth. He chomps on it before you can even get a bite. He lips get to yours, and he kisses you briefly, before turning to Piranha. "HA! I AIN'T A COWARD!" He exclaims, while Piranha laughs his ass off at the bright scarlet look on your face. While Shark continues to boast, you only shuffle away, not sure how to handle the conflicting feelings. A part of you is elated, happy that you got to have your first kiss with someone you like, but another part of you feels horrible. Did he only see it as a game? Did he kiss you just to prove a point. You shake your head, and try to suppress the feeling. What you couldn't know, is that Shark's red face was not from his loud, angry yelling and shaking of piranha, but rather from the feeling of kissing you.
It isn't for a while before he turns to speak to you, only to realize you're gone. "Are they gone?" He mumbles to himself, face falling. "Geez, you better go figure out what's wrong, bro." Piranha says, his face stuffed with the other snacks from the store.
Later that night, your sat in your room, attempting to mindlessly distract yourself with various tasks, like painting your nails and checking on your Tamagotchi pet, Hector. You perk up at the knock on your door. "Come on in!" You call over your shoulder, back not facing the door. You regret your decision when the door is loudly opened, the steps only heavy enough to be Sharks. "Oh, uh, hey Shark. You and Piranha eat all the snacks already?" You chuckle awkwardly, unable to meet his eye. "Nah, piranha got to most of them before me." SHark rubs the back of his neck. "About earlier..." He trails off. "Yeah, you really showed Piranha." You say, and he looks up. "Oh, so, it's cool then? You kinda disappeared after." He isn't sure if he should explain or apologize. "No, I just... It was unexpected? I hadn't ever, uh..." You trail off. His eyes widen "Wait, I'm so sorry! I didn't know!" He says, hands out in front of him. "No, I'm not mad. I guess I just didn't think my first kiss would be because of a game? I thought it would be with someone who's like, into me, y'know?" You say, sighing. Shark seems to think, "Well I mean, I, I'm not NOT into you..." He says, avoiding eye contact. You look up, before swallowing nervously. "Well, I'm not NOT into you either." You say. He looks up, before a bright, toothy grin covers his face. "So... you want to buy some more of the snacks Piranha ate?" he suggests. You smile. "I'd like that."
#cartoon x reader#x reader#bad guys#bad guys 2022#mr shark#mr piranha#the bad guys x reader#the bad guys 2022#the bad guys
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(Yeah, it's a two parter in case it takes a while to write them all)
"Futaba grabs the sodas from underneath Joker's bed and tells everyone to each take a can and start drinking. Haru and Futaba both drank their cans heartily, followed with Makoto taking slow and small sips. Ann took a small swig of soda, as to not instantly blow everyone away with a mighty belch and save herself the embarrassment. Haru was the first to burp. Not the loudest, but it was always a treat hearing such a rich and proper girl belch like that. Futaba nodded quite impressed, before following up with a belch of her own, immediately toppling Haru's burp. Makoto, tried to stifle a small belch and keep it quiet. Ann had no such thing as small burps, so she had to burp into Jokers pillow, which still sounded quite loud. Of course, Haru's face turned red as the other girls burped. It seems the two of us both love hearing the others belch." Sophie replied with a smile.
"The burps kept flying out, the area getting wet with spittle, mostly from Futaba since she wasn't holding back. Haru had to throw in the towel as her burps couldn't quite match the intensity of the others. But it was clear that both Ann and Makoto we're still holding back, which prompted Futaba to taunt them incessantly. I don't remember what she said, but apparently Futaba said something that Makoto wasn't very fond of. Because once it got said, Makoto instantly drank a whole can, and unleashed a burp that knocked Futaba out of her seat. Soon, it was down to the two best belchers in the Thieves. Makoto had been practicing lately, but to my knowledge, Ann's burps had yet to reach their full potential, even with how strong they were."
"Ann wanted to throw in the towel, but Makoto had been awakened, and her competitive nature wouldn't allow Ann to merely back out of it. So, Ann swallowed whatever pride she had and decided to not hold back....much. It was a rapid flurry of belches, each one loud enough to be heard outside and shake the very foundation of the house! Some belches covered the other in drool (mostly Ann coating Makoto), and some brought up items (mostly Makoto burping up some lost items she's been looking for). Haru's face was very red, and Futaba was having the time of her life as she watched the two go at it. It wasn't before long before Makoto had released a burp loud enough to shatter the windows of the house! Makoto figured she had won, but Ann looked at her with a gaze of determination. With the price of potential unlimited sweets on the line, she was not going to lose. She gulped down not one, not two, but six whole cans of soda!"
"I didn't say this before, but the particular soda Joker had stashed was extra carbonated." Sophie chimed in. "There was a loud, and deep grumble from Ann's belly, causing it to visibly shift with movement. Everyone was worried. Suddenly, her cheeks slowly began to puff up as she took a deep breath of air, and then..."
Sophie made a motion like an explosion. "It was like a torrent of wind, a flood of drool, and an earthquake all in one. Not to mention that went on for a solid five minutes! I counted so I should know. Safe to say, Ann definitely won. But Joker didn't have to ask why his room was coated in drool or why it seemed a tornado had been through here. It seems all the boys heard the belch from wherever they were. Which was definitely far!" Sophie politely bowed. @shadowhangout
(Goood stuff, Shadow! Thanks a bunch for sharing~)
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I can’t write smut to save my life,, but I can’t stop thinking about showering with seven to get him to shower/take care of himself
A very very good idea. I meant to write a short little drabble but this was too much fun to write and now it’s 1,784 words lololol.
Btw I wrote this with a female MC in mind because I needed to describe body parts, but if you’d like some shower sex with a different flavor of MC hmu because I can totally write that for you too. <3
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Saeyoung X Reader (NSFW)
Before he met you, he would work for days on end because he had to; now, he does it because he wants to.
You come home to find the house almost completely dark. There's a beam of light under Saeran's bedroom door and another under the door to Saeyoung's office. You sigh: knowing him, he hasn't moved since you left.
You don't bother to knock on his door these days. He doesn't need you to.
"Hi, baby," you say, pushing the door open. It is just as you expected: he is hunched over his desk, his hair messy and his hands busy.
"Hiiii," he trills, not turning around. He's got the security cameras up on one of his computer screens, so he knew you were coming. "One sec...I just...have to—"
You linger in the doorway, your arms crossed. He can "one sec" his way to a sleepless night—or two—or three—if you let him.
"What are you working on?" you ask, mostly to remind him that you're here. He mumbles something you don't understand, makes a sort of twisting motion with his hands, then spins around in his chair.
Oh: he looks tired. He's got those big sleepy eyes that you know so well—a little out of focus, like he's been staring at tiny wires for so long he can't see straight anymore. He runs a hand through his hair and beams at you, but you don't miss the way he wavers in his chair.
He was awake and working when you got up this morning, his spot in the bed already cold. You wonder if he even slept at all.
"Can't help staring at me, hmmm?" he purrs, waggling his eyebrows at you. You shake your head disapprovingly.
"Come with me," you say.
He bats his eyelashes.
"Come with you where, cutie?"
"Out of this room, for a start," you say. You hold out your hand and he hesitates; he's torn, you can tell, between the promise of being close to you and the temptation to keep working till he's satisfied.
"Lemme just..." he starts, already turning around. You shake your head.
"No."
You go to him and put both hands on his shoulders and he tilts his head back, gazing sleepily up into your eyes. You want to kiss him, but you don't. Not yet.
You survey his work space instead: there are chip bags and soda bottles strewn amidst bits of wire and scraps of metal. It's too easy for him to fall into this routine of working without rest: he never learned another way.
He's muttering something about valves; you take both of his hands and pull them from his desk before he starts fiddling again.
"You're gonna take a shower," you tell him. "Right now."
He looks at you. He looks back at his pile of wires.
"But..." he says.
He can't break out of a pattern once he's gotten himself into it. It's time, you decide, for more drastic measures.
"I didn't say you had to do it by yourself," you say. You run a hand up his arm and he freezes, his pretty eyes going big.
"Huh?"
Ah: you've startled him out of his daze. You shift closer and he automatically parts his legs for you; you slip in between them, looking down at him. His ears are pink.
"You don't have to," you murmur (knowing you've already got him). "But I'd be lonely without you."
He doesn’t breathe. A moment passes. Then a big, lopsided smile spreads across his face.
"I wouldn’t want you to be lonely, babe," he says. His hand falls to your waist and then he's standing and lifting you in one swift motion; you squeal as he sweeps you off your feet. He cradles you in his arms and crosses the room in a few swift strides.
"Saeyoung," you hiss, throwing your arms around his neck as he carries you—down the hall, into your shared bedroom, and finally into the connected master bathroom. "I can walk."
"Not for long," he purrs. Then he has set you on your feet and he is pulling you roughly against him—hands on your hips, breath in your ear.
His lips brush yours gently once—twice—then he kisses you harder, groaning as you shift your weight and grind into him. His hands scrabble desperately at your clothes and you lift your arms so he can tug your shirt over your head. You skim eager fingers up his sides and across his chest, and he pulls off his shirt and throws it aside. It is easy to get lost in touching him; already, you feel hot and shaky, like he has made the world spin faster.
His hands are on your chest, your waist, your thighs—then his nimble fingers (the ones that can give sight and voice and life to numbers and scraps of metal) are unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them forcefully down your hips. You step out of them and look into his wild eyes; ah, he has slipped from one sort of hyper-focus into another, you think. All he can see is you.
"Wait," you say, and he hesitates, his hands twitching at his sides. "The shower."
He giggles (giggles) and you leave his side to turn on the water. It's hot, making the mirror above the sink steam up instantly. You peek at him over your shoulder.
"Take off your pants," you tell him (and he makes a funny sound, as though the instruction alone has knocked him off-kilter). "I'm waiting for you."
You slip out of your underwear and step under the stream of warm water. You feel swollen and desperate; you touch yourself with a fingertip and can't suppress a low moan.
"Hey," he whines (and you hear the sound of him wriggling out of his jeans). "Did you start without me?"
You laugh, feeling lightheaded. "Hurry up or I'll finish without you too."
You reach up and grip the shower bar for purchase, fluttering your finger against yourself and shutting your eyes. You know he sees your hand curling over the top of the shower, because he hisses impatiently.
"These—stupid..." A swish of fabric as he throws the jeans to the ground. "Finally!"
He tears the shower curtain open with too much force and gazes at you, fiery-eyed.
"Oh my god," he says. His eyes rove your body; you nibble your lip, feeling flushed and seen.
"Let me..." he murmurs, his voice low and raspy. He steps into the shower and doesn't even blink when the water gets in his eyes; he comes close, one hand landing on your hip and the other slipping between your thighs. You let him take over, throwing your head back and breathing deeply as his calloused fingertip makes perfect circles against you.
The world feels blurry. You are teetering precariously at the very precipice of sensations when—
"Not yet, kitten," he whispers. He pulls away and you groan, frustrated and overstimulated. He dips his head to nibble your shoulder; your body trembles.
"Don't torment me," you hiss. You are directly underneath the faucet, and water splashes all around you. You wipe it out of your eyes and try to fix him with a steely glare.
"Don't...?" he asks, tilting his head, drifting nearer. You reach for him, running a hand down his length. His eyes darken.
"Fuck me," you tell him—and your voice wobbles because of the water and the steam and your unsteadiness, but it still gets the desired effect. He laughs darkly and kisses your throat.
"Spin," he says.
You obey, switching places with him so you're out of the water. It falls persistently on his back; rivulets run down his face.
You put your hands on his shoulders and he lifts you (easily, as if you weigh nothing at all). You wrap both legs around his waist and reach for the shower bar again with one hand; he groans, wiggling his hips, taking one hand from your waist to guide himself into you.
You whisper his name.
He thrusts into you slowly at first, and you squeeze his waist with your legs and hold on for dear life. He is focused, jaw tight, breath ragged.
"Don't fall," you hiss—and he moves faster now, rougher, his eyes shutting as he loses himself in you. But he is steady as ever as he walks you back against the back wall of the shower, laughing (low and slow).
"Don't underestimate me," he says.
Then he's moving harder, faster—and you forget to worry about the slippery floor or the water running down your cheeks because you are so full of feelings. It's blurry, hazy—and he shifts, making a sort of circular motion with his hips, and the world falls to pieces.
You're pretty sure you say something as the sensations explode like fireworks behind your eyelids, but you can't hear yourself. The water is hot on your skin and his breath is heavy in your ear; you pant, struggling to open your eyes.
Ah: he is, you think, right behind you.
You clench around him and lean in and press your lips to his jaw. He groans, moving faster, pressing your back into the slick wall behind you.
Yes, you think—or perhaps you say it out loud.
And he follows you over the cliff of feelings, his hips shaking uncontrollably, his fingers digging into your waist. You kiss his throat and hold on tight.
His ragged breathing slows, slows—and his grip on you loosens, and you let your legs fall so he can lower you gently to the shower floor.
For a moment, he says nothing (which is unlike him). His head falls to your shoulder and he breathes heavily; you comb a hand through his wet hair and smile.
“I’m not going back to work after this,” he pants, turning his head to kiss your shoulder. “My body is...”
You laugh.
“I know, baby.”
Saeyoung stands straight, staring at you suspiciously. You put a hand on his chest and back him up so he’s under the water.
“I’m a smart guy,” he says slowly. You roll your eyes.
“Yes.”
“But you tricked me into shower sex so I’d be too tired to keep building robots.”
You grin at him. “Yes, honey.”
He seems to consider this. He cocks his head to the side; water pours down his neck.
Then he smiles.
“You’re the one for me, huh,” he says.
You throw your arms around his neck and he pulls you close underneath the steaming stream of water.
“I am,” you say, kissing him. "Without a doubt.”
#mystic messenger#saeyoung choi#707#saeyoung x reader#707 x reader#gureishi writes requests#anon#spicy spaceship
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[Y/N] has a science project with Pony for school. When Soda comes back from the DX, he talks really loudly and Darry tells him to stop, since Pony is studying in the living room. The whole gang come, each disturbing the calm and asking if she's Pony's girlfriend, which makes her uncomfortable, which Soda sees, until Pony gives up on studying. Soda gives her chocolate cake and goes outside on the porch, where they talk. Later, he asks if she would like to hang out sometime. Thank you!
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Pairing: Sodapop Curtis x Reader
Warning(s): None
A/N: I hope you enjoy!
Word Count: 891
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Ponyboy knew that choosing you as his science partner was the correct choice. He has had his eyes on you since the first day of class. He knew that you had the brains for the class. He also admired your attire which was a yellow dress with a yellow ribbon in your hair.
It took him a while to build up the courage, but he finally gained it and asked if you wanted to be his partner. Little did he know was that you knew about Ponyboy too, and you liked him. You decided to say yes, and from there, a great friendship began.
You were currently in the household of Ponyboy. You've never been, but so far, you enjoyed it. It was interesting being in a house that wasn't yours. You were working on the science project in the living room when you overhear a loud voice talking from the kitchen. You tried to focus on the words in the textbook, but you had to admit, the voice was definitely distracting.
"Soda! Will you knock that off!" Another thunderous voice boomed. You swung your eyes to look up to Ponyboy who didn't look phased one bit. "Pony and his friend are trying to study for their science class!"
You looked over you shoulder, immediately making eye contact with a pair of beautiful dark brown eyes. Your eyes widened at the sudden attraction that you were feeling. You quickly turned back around, shoving your nose back into the textbook. Your heart was racing. He was extremely handsome.
"Don't mind them [Y/N]," Ponyboy declared, his eyes still snaking across the pages of the textbook. "Those are just my older brothers, Sodapop and Darry. Soda is the handsome one and Darry is the less handsome one."
"I heard that Pony!"
Ponyboy grinned from ear to ear as he heard Darry's shout. You snickered in response too. Sodapop. What a name for such a handsome guy. You dove back into your textbook, only to be interrupted by the front door swinging open. A bunch of people were all talking at once as a group of strangers walked in. You raised your eyes up to see who they were. You recognized none of them.
All of them were talking, but at the same time, they all fell silent as they saw you glaring at them. The one in the front took the lead of the conversation.
"You Pony's girl?" The intimidated male questioned with a raise of an eyebrow. Ponyboy slammed his textbook audibly and huffed impatiently. He looked over to the group of guys. You didn't know if all of them were also his brothers. "You must be [Y/N]. Ponyboy talks about quite often."
"All the time!" Another member exclaimed, making Ponyboy climb up to his feet. "Are you Ponyboy's girlfriend?"
Everyone in that group exploded with laughter and began to tease you and Ponyboy by making kissing noises. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and lowered your gaze. You had never been so embarrassed before. You looked up at Ponyboy who was now shoving them out of the living room. He seemed just as embarrassed.
You soon felt a few taps on your shoulder afterwards. You turned around and saw the cute brother hovering over you. He put out his hand. You took his hand and he pulled you up off the ground.
"Sorry my friends are teasin' you, I can tell you don't like that," Sodapop acknowledged, shaking his head in disappointment. You nodded shyly. "Would you mind sittin' out on the porch with me and while we eat some leftover chocolate cake?"
You nodded. "Chocolate cake is my favorite food, actually."
Sodapop smiled. "I like you already kid."
Sodapop motioned his head to indicate for you to follow him. You followed him into the kitchen where there were plates of chocolate cake. He picked one up and handed you one. You thanked him as he picked up a piece for him. You two headed out onto the porch where you sat on the bench together.
A wonderful conversation sparked between you two. It's been a while since you've clicked with someone so easily in a while. You were just surprised that it was with a guy who was two years older than you were. You didn't mind though. Sodapop seemed nice. You shared funny stories, sad stories and deep stories. Overall, you and Sodapop had a great night.
Time flew past, and before you knew it, the sun was setting. You knew that you had to be home by a certain time, so you had to say your farewell to Sodapop.
"Well, tell Ponyboy that I said goodbye too," You stated, handing Sodapop your empty plate. "But I'm sure I'll be back tomorrow to continue our science project."
"I'll be looking forward to it," Sodapop said, flashing his dimply smile your way. "I'll try not to steal you away from Pony again though."
"I have to take a break someway."
"Matter of fact, are you free Saturday [Y/N]?" Sodapop asked, standing up from the bench. "If you don't got anythin' I was plannin' to grab some lunch at Dairy Queen. So maybe we can hang during lunch Saturday?"
"That sounds like lots of fun!" You shouted in glee, nodding eagerly. Sodapop smiled brightly. "Saturday it is."
#imagine#imagines#sodapop curtis#sodapop curtis imagine#sodapop curtis x reader#sodapop curtis fanfiction#sodapop curtis one shot#fanfiction#fanfic#one shot#the outsiders
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Smile for Me
Pairing: Chifuyu Matsuno x Fem! Reader
Summary: Reader asks Baji for help on how to confess to her roommate! Chifuyu!
Warnings: Just Fluff (◕દ◕) , Non spoilers! Grammatical Errors here and there
A/n: A request from @kawaii-desv thank you for the req bestie! ( ꈍᴗꈍ).. Sorry if this took so long (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ
Wc; 1.7k
Chifuyu's like the sweetest person you could ask for a roommate. He always greets you goodmorning. Makes you two breakfast (When he had the time to do so before going out for his first class). He's actually a very clean person so you didn't have any complaints.
Despite the possible attempts or ways that could've made you two close. You both stayed non other than a level lower of being aquaintances.
It wasn't a him problem anymore. It was more of a you.
You're a very shy person. The type of shy person that before you could say anything from your mouth you had to think beforehand. Though it always ends up in a stutter and you fiddling your fingers. You could never look at him in the eye when he was talking to you, always looking at the floor and how it look like it needed another cleaning.
All of that added shyness comes from a part inside of you. That part of you having the tiniest eeny weeny bit of a crush on him.
Maybe it was the way he tries to come up with small conversation whenever you're both at home. Or maybe it was the way his boyish laugh would come out of his lips whenever you guys bump onto each other by the front door.
"You're going somewhere y/n-chan?" He smiled softly before placing both of his hands on your shoulders. Turning you both around to avoid that awkward moment where you both try to move aside for the other one to pass through but ends up moving at the same side.
"Yes, be back soon" You smiled hiding the blush on your cheeks. You can tell he really wanted to make you comfortable. That, you appreciate the most.
You sighed you just hope that your feelings would stop getting in the way of your possible friendship with him.
Why are you even thinking about that now. You need to focus on school. Groaning you planted your cheek on the surface of your desk.
"Hey do you want to watch a movie with us?" a voice called out followed by a soft knock on your door. Averting your eyes towards it. You saw chifuyu peeking in by your doorframe. Another peeked in. "Yo" Baji chirped waving his hands.
Baji, the guy who disrupts the long comfortable silence that filled your apartment approximately for months now. Though it was alright for you, hearing the faint cooes and roaring video games coming from the living room. It was a new pace.
"Uhm I still have something to do" You said looking at the pile of papers on your desk. Chifuyu walked inside and started shaking you up playfully.
"C'mon you need a break from that"
"I really don't have a choice do I?" You asked to which he nodded. "Yup" He smiled before dragging you out of your seat. Baji cheered as he set up the chips and soda. You sat on the couch rubbing your tired eyes with a yawn.
Chifuyu turned off the lights sitting next to your right and Baji on your left. Half an hour in the movie chifuyu was already asleep. Leaning his head back on the couch, manspreading lazily with the bowl of popcorn on his lap.
"He's already out" You chuckled, baji snickered beside you. "I'll be leaving then" He stood up collecting his jacket and phone. You followed behind him holding the door open. "Thanks for today y/n chan!" He grinned flicking off his fingers from his forehead. Turning his heel around. Your hand suddenly grasped his wrist making him stop and lean his head back.
"Is there something wrong y/n-chan?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.
It was a little bit indecisive to suddenly ask him for this but you wanted to get this feeling off of your chest. It felt like you needed to confess in order for you to ease up and be comfortable with Chifuyu. Either he reject you or not, it was fine since it was only a Happy Crush kind of situation right?.
"U-uhm can you help me.... uhmmm" You lingered for a while fiddling your fingers. Baji noticed this the end of his lips curling up.
"Confess to chifuyu? game."
Your mouth gaped at his words. Nodding you looked down feeling your cheeks burn.
You then invited him the next day in your own room. Yes you invited him over a school day, you guys coincidentally had the same classes. Chifuyu wasn't home, you lowkey hoping, he wouldn't come home early today.
Never in your life had you thinking that someday you're gonna be asking help from a person like Baji. Well no offense to him. He's gonna come up with something dumb.
"Hmmmmm how about I suddenly kidnap you and he's gonna save the day!"
And of course you were right.
"I-I just wanted to ask you if he's gonna act differently If I did" You stuttered hugging your knees close to your chest. Baji raised his brow. "No I don't think so, chifuyu isn't really like that"
"Doesn't it weird you out that I'm gonna confess suddenly to your bestfriend?"
"Eh? What's wrong with that? You want to tell him what you feel. Isn't that nice?" He said hugging your pillow close to him.
"Yeah it is"
"Don't worry he's a fool if he didn't like you back, You're like the prettiest girl I know" The boy shrugged, giving you that fang showing grin.
"Eh? I'm not really expecting him to like me back but thank you" You smiled.
"Hm if you're just looking for advice then— I would suggest just grab him, surprise him. You shouldn't be shy yanno? look at him in the eye and just tell him that"
"That's too much" You giggled waving your hands.
—
Chifuyu crouched down as he took of his shoes before stepping in your shared apartment. He stretched out his arms. Until your door creaked open showing you and baji giggling.
"Oh? Welcome home~" Baji greets him waving his hand towards chifuyu. He squinted his eyes towards the two of you.
He's pretty sure you weren't close with baji in the first place.
He's also sure, this was the first time you ever even showed a big expression like that.
His timid shy y/n laughing at baji's jokes?
"Ehm? why are you here baji-san?"
"OH! I needed help with homework! we have the same classes you see" Baji said as his hand went up to your head, he 'experimentally' pats your head. Chifuyu followed the motion licking his lips he then raised his eyebrow. "Well I should be going now, see you tomorrow y/n~"
Despite the heavy feeling against his chest. Chifuyu shrugged the whole matter off, thinking it was just a one time thing. Plus his friend and beautiful roommate that he was tryna hide from baji getting along? that was fine right?
nope.
It was getting too often that you two were hanging out together. Baji coming out of your room whenever he comes home. You beginning to come out of your shell because of that.
Angsty as this sounds but he wanted to be the one who do that. He let out a sigh as he finished up the last tasks he had to do in his part time. He laid his cheek on his knuckles.
"Why can't she be like that with me"
Going home he continued to ponder what can he do for you to notice him. His eyes going up again to look at where he was going. He then saw you carrying a lot of grocery bags. Looking like a lost puppy. His lips curling, eyes glistening, as he foolishly thought he summoned you.
Skipping towards you, he called out for you. "Y/n! let me help you with that!" He chuckled seeing your startled face. Admiring the way you flush at the sight of him. "Oh it's fine Chifuyu-Kun" you said eyes not meeting him at all.
His hand slowly went up to your head. Hoping it was okay for him to just do this. His face met yours with a smile. "Please I want to" He pouted, gaining a lot of confidence when your eyes finally pierced through his.
"Alright"
He quickly gathered all the bags on his hand ignoring all of your protests of bag equality. You just tailed behind him, defeated. Him looking back at you every second, snickering at your pouty face.
Baji's words echoed throughout your mind. Staring at chifuyu's back.
Surprise huh? . . .
"So weird that you and baji are clo—"
You suddenly hugged his waist. Hiding your face on his back. Chifuyu's cheeks reddened at this action. "Y/n-Chan?" He manage to croak out. He then heard muffling noises against his back. He placed down the groceries on the floor. Turning his body to you.
"Is there something wrong y/n-chan?" His hands cupped your cheeks lifting it up to meet his gaze.
"I'm sorry If I always act weird around you— I-its because I like you.." You said as you pouted, gaze looking to side. Chifuyu's eyes widened. The blush on his cheeks spreading across his face and ears.
His mind racing on how you just confessed to him so suddenly, and how cute your expression was.
"Is that so?" He smiled. "I'm guessing that's why you're with baji san huh?" He cooed to which you just nodded. "Now I would love to have a whole discussion about that" He said as his lips met your forehead. "Is that alright?"
"Yes"
He smiled sliding his hand down to hold yours. Grabbing the groceries with his other.
"I was a bit jealous you know, He kept making you smile" He pouted "Smile for me and me only alright?"
Extra:
"So my plan did work!" Baji grinned looking at the both of you across him. You and Chifuyu just exchanged questioning looks. "U-uhm you had a plan?" You asked.
"Yeah I made him jealous, I just had to make sure he likes ya back" He winked clicking his fingers.
"Yeah I like her. Stay away" Chifuyu says holding you close to him. Baji laughed loudly seeing chifuyu getting protective all over you.
"When did that happen?" You say as you furrow your brows trying to remember any scenario that would lead to that.
"Oh chifuyu knows" Baji grinned, fangs making an appearance.
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Three Weeks (Loki/Eloise/Reader)
You come back after avoiding Loki for three weeks.
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Three weeks. It's been three weeks since you and Loki shared his bed, and you've done nothing but ignore his phone calls and texts in the time since. What were you supposed to do? Act as if everything was normal? Pretend that you and the god didn't spend hours having sex? You hate that you can't watch Eloise anymore, but you're sure he'll find someone else to watch her. Right now, you need to take care of yourself and not worry about him. You've been feeling bad for the past couple of days – loss of appetite, nausea, and you vomited once the other morning. It is flu season, after all, so you're in your doctor's office, waiting for your appointment time to come around to get tested for the seasonal flu – hopefully, get your flu shot if it's not too late.
"I know, Eloise," Loki tries to comfort his crying daughter – trying to keep her comfortable in her baby blanket in the hopes that she'll fall back asleep. "I know you miss her. I miss her too."
Eloise's tears break Loki's heart – he knows what she wants, but he can do nothing to fix it. "It'll be alright, my lovebug," he softly continues – walking around the apartment and lightly bouncing the infant in his arms. "Daddy's here...daddy's never going anywhere." After what seems like an eternity, Eloise stops crying, but she still has hiccups and a runny nose. Loki takes the opportunity to sit down on the sofa with her and pull out his phone.
After the last text message, Eloise's cries start back up, and Loki leans back on the sofa – holding his baby to his chest – rubbing her back gently and trying to calm her down.
The God of Mischief is angry with himself. He let you into his heart, his life, and his daughter's life only for both of them to be hurt once more.
This shouldn't be possible, you tell yourself – mindlessly walking through the streets of New York – your eyes glued to the piece of paper in your hands. There's no way this is physically possible...how the fuck is this possible?
After half an hour of walking, you arrive back at the apartment building that you weren't trying to come back to.
Loki finally gets Eloise to fall asleep, and he manages to get some shut-eye as well while the three-month-old sleeps on his chest. However, there's a knock at the door, and his eyes fly open – looking to see if Eloise is still sleeping. Gently, he places her on her back on the sofa while he gets up to answer the door. When he looks through the peephole, however, his body fills with rage.
"What do you want?" Loki quietly hisses – trying not to wake Eloise. You can still hear the anger in his voice, however. "Haven't you done enough?"
Your hands begin to shake. "Can...Can I come in?" you ask in a weak voice.
Loki scoffs and unlocks the chain – letting the door open so you can walk into the living room. Your heart smiles when you see Eloise sound asleep on the sofa. "She's..."
"Been crying for the past three weeks," Loki cuts you off. Your heart goes from happy to broken.
"I – believe me – I never wanted to hurt either of you," you plead for him to understand. Loki only rolls his eyes and walks towards the refrigerator – taking a soda before sitting at the table. He motions for you to sit across from him in the chair that won't block his view of his baby. "So," you nervously begin. "Do you remember...well, what we...you know...did?"
Loki scoffs. "Why?"
"Well," you continue – your voice growing shakier as you open up the paper in your hands and look at it again before taking a deep breath. "Do you...you know how I told you about...well, that I physically can't get pregnant?"
Loki nods – his curiosity finally overcoming his anger. "I do." His eyes shift to the paper in your hands – his mind needing to know where you're going with this. "What's that?" he asks – pointing to the paper.
You close your eyes and exhale – placing the paper on the table for him to look at. His eyes widen as he reads the note and looks at the photo – an ultrasound.
"You're..."
"I'm pregnant."
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