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dirkxcaliborn · 1 year

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Weirdly specific asks (etc.)

chipotle order? I have a couple. My favorite is tacos with black beans, veggies, extra corn salsa, lettuce, and guac. Chipotle’s expensive and the tacos probably give you the least amount of food for the price though. If I’m being more economical, I’ll get a bowl with white rice, black beans, carnitas, veggies, corn salsa, and lettuce. That can usually stretch two meals for me lmao

thoughts on veganism? As a dietary choice I have no real thoughts. Why should I try to control what other people eat?? As a philosophy/movement... ehh... I only think it’s bad when people start policing other people’s lifestyles. Especially without regard for finances, health, culture, personal morals... basically ignoring the fact that it’s obnoxious to act like your way of life is so much better than everyone else’s and that they need to live exactly like you do... As for a more personal take, mmm it doesn’t make a lot of sense to me. I personally prefer a focus on sustainability and humane farming. I think humans should seeks to be a part of the ecosystems they inhabit rather than exploiting them or cutting themselves off from them entirely. Hunting, farming, etc. aren’t inherently bad imo. The issue is greed and the prioritization of profits that leads to animal abuse and overhunting to the point of endangerment/extinction.

a specific color that gives you the ick? Basic ass answer but it’s gotta be that yellowish green color that looks like puke.

mythical creature you think/believe is real? Another really boring answer, but none :,) Not to say there’s not a single mystical creature that could exist... but more like I don’t tend to strongly believe (or disbelieve) unproven things. I’m more of a “maybe, maybe not” kinda person lmao.

favorite form of potato? French fries fuckin slap... but not all french fries. McD fries are my honest fav. Generally though I love when they’re thing and crunchy. Gnocchi also really fuckin slaps.

do you use a watch? I used to. I uh... kinda lost it though. I don’t really like the feeling of wearing a watch, so I would only wear it when I left the house, usually for work. I kinda had a bad habit of taking it off and leaving it places especially when it was dead and uh... yeah. I’m fairly sure it’s in the house SOMEWHERE but I have no idea where to look. I kinda really miss it though.

what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium? Hmm I actually haven’t been to an aquarium often enough to zero in on a particular animal. I like pretty fish tanks though, I’d say that��s what I’m most eager to see when I visit one.

do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home? Nah I’ve even fallen asleep in jeans and a hoodie lmfao I’ll usually change for bed, but idk I generally wear comfortable clothes. I don’t even wear actual jeans anymore... they’re like some kind of stretch cotton or smth

do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)? my skincare routine is that when I touch my face and realize it’s all greasy, I wet my hands, wipe my face, rinse my hands until they no longer feel covered in oil and repeat until my face feels less gross.

on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice? what? neither. I get ginger ale.

anything from your childhood you’ve held on to? Ah jeez a bunch of stuff. I still have the stuffed animal I got at my kindergarten graduation and some awards I won in school. I have a few things from my mom’s childhood like a couple stuffed animals and some books.

brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%? Not really lol I’ve hopped between products a bunch. If something works well enough, I’ll usually try to stick that exact product but idk. Nothing that’d really make me go “I’d trust anything from x!”

first thing you’re doing in the purge? Hide in my closet probably and doomscroll social media lmfao. There’s no fucking way I’m leaving my house in the middle of a free-for-all.

do you think you’re dehydrated? I don’t really know how dehydration works as a long-term status but I can definitely say I’m currently thirsty.

rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning Freezing, Drowning, Burning. The fact that you reach a point where you’re so cold it feels hot is just such an interesting one. Drowning sounds absolutely terrifying and like the kind of thing you would be very aware of right up until you black-out (which would take way too long and feel even longer subjectively). I hear burning to death is one of the worst ways to die, and I don’t think I’ll challenge that idea. It sounds pretty horrific from what little I know.

thoughts on mint chocolate chip? It’s one of those things that sounds like a good idea but in reality becomes too much very quickly. Also I kind of hate ice cream with chunks of stuff in it, so the “chip” part definitely drops it several degrees.

an anxious compulsion you do everyday? Hmm... I’m not sure and I’m already starting to overthink it so I’m just gonna skip lol

your boba/tea order? Standard milk tea with no toppings (aka boba) is probably the easiest since it’s available literally everywhere. If a place has jasmine milk tea though, I found out I fucking love jasmine milk tea. One of the local shops has a milk tea with cheese foam (it’s like a salted cream cheese foam and it slaps) and they top it with crumbled oreo and omfg it slaps. it slaps sosososososo hard. They didnt put oreo on it for a while and I straight up almost fucking cried when I tried ordering again and it DID have the oreo.

the veggie you dislike the most? HMM... first thing that comes to mind is eggplant. I really wanted to like it but the texture is god awful.

favorite disney princess movie? Moana 100%

a number that weirds you out? None really. I guess like big numbers that are slightly off? Like 3,500,001 Like it’s juuuuuuuuust off from a solid even number so it’s kinda unsettling. But I’m not that bothered I just don’t super like it.

do you have an emotional support water bottle? Absolutely. I was very particular in buying my water bottle. There were a lot of features I really wasn’t willing to sacrifice bc otherwise I wouldn’t use it lmfao. It had to have loop because I hate carrying it normally. It had to hold a decent amount of water (at least 24oz). It had to have a straw and preferably be lightweight and see-through. I generally keep it right by my bed.

do you wear jewelry? Nope. I had a necklace that was really important to me once but I think that’s the only time I cared enough to regularly wear any kind of jewelry. It was a character necklace though and I drew a lot of mm.. emotional support I guess? lol by having my favorite character with me all the time. That niche is currently filled by a keychain attached to my backpack though. My emotional support Kazuha Kaedehara. If I got my hands on a really good Nazuna charm,,, 100% I would keep that shit on me constantly

which do you find yourself using, american or british english? American. I’m American and it’s what I most frequently encounter and engage with, so it’s the most natural to me. Grey is better than gray though like 100%

would you say you have good taste in music? I like my music and that’s what matters most imo lmao I know a lot of people find it annoying though. It’s most EDM though I’m too garbage at genres to be any more specific about the kind of EDM I like. I really enjoy a lot of repetition though like in the lyrics when they loop lines? I love that lol

how’s your spice tolerance? Physically? Mid I guess. Emotionally? Horrible. I just hate the physical feeling of spicy food. The tingling, the running sinuses... the way those issue persist even after you stop eating? I just really don’t like it. I can eat something spicy, but if I can have zero spice, I’ll always go with zero spice.

what’s your favorite or go-to outfit? The same shit I wear basically every day lmfao. I have a favorite pair of pants (my uniqlo stretch jeans that I went back and bought extra pairs of), a favorite hoodie (my target zip-up that I fucking left on a cruise and had to desperately order online. forget my emotional support keychain I need this exact hoodie), a favorite long-sleeve shirt (that I have 3 of in different but similar colors) and a favorite pair of shoes (all black converse with pastel rainbow laces that I got from Daiso. I did in fact buy back up laces lmfao). Every time I have to deviate too far from this basic outfit I am so upset about it lol

last meal on earth? Hmm... one time my mom made this seafood chimichanga. It was apparently a nightmare to make and it took forever but we both agree that it was amazing. But she lost the recipe and we only ever got to have it that one time. So if I could have aaaaaaany meal with realistic limitations, I think I’d want to have that again. If I had to be more realistic mmm.... for appetizer I want one of those side salads you often get at asian restaurants with the ginger dressing.. maybe a miso soup too. Hmm. If it doesn’t clash then I’d say my favorite entree is chicken parmigiana, so I’d want to have that. A jasmine iced tea with lychee jelly to drink... mmm and idk if I’d want desert. I think that would be a solid round up of my favorites.

preferred pasta noodle? Tri-color rotini!

#coyo speaks #I figure skip the middle man and just answer the questions lmao

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servin-up-surveys · 2 years

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survey #061

What are two things that you have no problem paying full price for? Good tattoos and health-conscious but still effective hair dyeing. Ever been to a haunted house? How scared were you? Never one that took itself seriously, just one that was a Halloween attraction. I wasn't scared at all, knowing it was just fake stuff. It was fun, though. Would you marry somebody who was intensely religious? Absolutely not, hell no. Do you own any clothes you wouldn’t wear in front of your mother? No. Does anyone know every little detail about you? No.

Has anyone told you a secret lately that you aren’t allowed to tell anyone? No. Where were you when you got your first period? I'd just gotten home from school. Can you change a car tire? No. Are you more attracted to men or women? Men, I think. Do you continue fighting in an argument even though you’re wrong? No, that's so childish. Accept you're wrong and grow. Where was the last house you went besides your house? My sister's place. Have you ever played paintball? Did you get hit? Never played it, don't want to. I bruise easily and I know that shit hurts. Right now, are you too hot, too cold or just right? I'm hot. I FUCKING FINALLY got out of the black hole quicksand that is my bed and am back in the spare room, now I just have to get used to the temperature change. My body is so fucking sensitive to that shit, like there is maybe a one degree difference and I'm sweating. Do you ever use a laptop in bed? That was the story of my life for literal YEARS on end and like I just mentioned, I'm getting back out of it. It's why my legs are fucking useless. Please don't spend your leisure time in the same place that you sleep, it's not healthy and I was no exception. Are your parents still together? If not, do you know why? No, and not entirely, but I know enough. I know there was a lot of things; money and how to use it was one, and I know there were infidelity claims on both ends. They've been divorced a long time now, and they should be. Have you ever been evicted? Why? Yes, because we couldn't keep up with rent. Have you ever worked as a manager or supervisor? No. What was the last thing you voted for? Uhhhh I want to say it was a YouTube poll. What's the longest you've ever stayed awake? Why did you do it? Around three days, because I was manic. Have you ever received a parking fine? No. Parking fees are a pretty foreign concept 'round here. Are you in any group chats? Who's in them? Only for me, Tez, and Mazzy. Do you have a lisp? No. Do you have an Instagram account? Do you use it often? I have a couple and scan through my feed once or twice a day, but I rarely post anything myself. Have you ever broken up with someone for someone else? *Part* of the reason I broke up with Girt after trying to date for the first time was because I'd realized I was more into Sara. It is so weird talking about how we were the first time with how differently I feel about him now, and he hasn't changed, at all. How many windows are open on your computer? One window, but a shitload of tabs, mostly YouTube. Have you ever taken a shower with anyone before? Yeah, just as a kid tho. What’s your most memorable story from a power outage? My mom got (indirectly?) struck by lightning while quickly washing out a soda can; it was just a mild shock thank god and it became a joke that she's waiting for her powers to strike lmao. Is torture ever acceptable? No. That's how you lose your humanity, by hurting others that severely. Would you ever date someone who had an STD, if they were honest and safe? I think it would depend on *what* STD. Like, some are only transferable through flare-ups or whatever, and I don't think an STD equates to a no as far as being a partner goes. I'd sure as hell prefer my partner to have no issues in that field, but I'm not going to automatically say no if they're honest and safe about it, like you said. Have you ever kissed under mistletoe? I actually don't think I have, though I've always wanted to just for the novelty of it. Are you still with the person you fell hardest for? If not, do you still care for each other? No. I will absolutely always care for him, but I don't think he cares for me. Not that he's in the wrong there. Think of the person you fell hardest for. How many people has he/she been in love with, besides you? I don't know if Jason was ever actually in love with Rachel, his first girlfriend, but knowing how he reacted to her leaving, I think so. I have no idea if he's been in love since we split. Find 5 people on your Facebook friends list, whose name begins with K. Who are these people, and how did you meet them? 1.) Kelly, who I met in HS art class. She's a fantastic person and the kind of mom I'd want to be if I ever have kids. 2.) Kim, my stepmother. Racist, homophobic, Trump-loving bigot. I keep her on my friends list purely to avoid drama, but she's muted on my feed. 3.) Katelynn: the ex-girlfriend of one of mine and Jason's friends. She's fantastic, super cool chick. 4.) Kieley is the angel of a wife of who I consider practically my "big brother," Sam. She's a wizard with makeup and I think actually has like, a hug TikTok following or something? 5.) Kathryn is one of my very good childhood friends. We used to go to their house all the time for pool parties, and I distinctly remember seeing Lilo and Stitch for the first time at her place. Do you think you are pregnant? I know for a definitive fact I'm not, even though I haven't had my period in multiple months now. I fucked up my birth control pills and then my psych meds have been changing so much that my body just doesn't know what to do, lol. Do you think hugs are awkward? No, and this is coming from like, THE most awkward person. Multiple people have told me I give the best hugs and it makes me so happy. :') What is your favorite band of all time? It's always going to be Ozzy. Do your siblings dye their hair? Not their full heads, but Ashley has been known to get lighter brown highlights. Have you ever read someone’s journal? No, that's an awfully rude thing to do. If your significant other proposed to you right here, right now, would you accept? I know I would, even though right now's not a good time. Do you think you’ve found the one you want to marry yet? I'm very confident in that. Did the last song you listened to hold any special meaning? It's about a BDSM relationship w/ God so... no :-) How easy would it be to get over the person you currently like/love? It'd be seriously fucking hard and put me in one very dark place. Have you ever been so quiet that nobody noticed that you were there? I know this is an exaggeration, but this has literally happened more than once. When will you see your best friend next? He's coming over Wednesday. What book are you reading, currently? Winter Turning in the Wings of Fire series. Whose bed were you on last? My own. What is your favorite neon color? Ever buy nail polish that color? Pink, and no, not personally. Has anyone ever gotten in your face completely bitching you out? My maternal grandmother did exactly this, once. I deserved it. Have you ever gone hunting before? Do you think it’s wrong? I never have and I never fucking will. I do think it's wrong if you're doing it for sport; you gotta be a special kind of fucked up in my world to take pleasure - even joy - from taking another life, especially one that had NO issue with you and was entirely minding its own business. Food's different; that's survival, and in the rotation of survival, something always has to die. It sucks, but that's life. How many iPods or mp3 players have you had in your entire life? One. Which I got in middle school. AND STILL WORKS. AND I USE IT REGULARLY. Those old-timey rectangle iPods apparently got some fuckin juice in 'em, lol. Who was the last person to call you beautiful? What was your reaction? Girt. I always get real shy and wonder what the hell this man sees, but I always appreciate it a hell of a lot. Do you like watching old home videos of yourself? Ha ha yeah, I used to. They're all VCRs though and we don't have a player anymore, I'm quite certain. Do you ever get paranoid about who your significant other hangs out with? No, I trust him. Have you ever visited someone in a psychiatric home or ward? No; I was always the one IN it. Can you handle movies involving lots of bugs and insects? Yes. What was the first illegal thing that you did? Did you get caught? Probably pirating music, and no. Sex, menstruation, or puberty - which is the most uncomfortable subject? For me, sex. I'm very awkward and uncomfortable discussing it with pretty much anyone. When you picture flowers in your head, what color are they? I've actually been really into pink tulips lately, so those. Have you ever received a hickey from the last person you kissed? No, that's not something he does. Would you get back with your last ex if you could? Nope. Is it easy for you to accept loss? NO. NO. NO. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, how long have you guys been together? A year now. I'm very annoyed with Covid for making it so I STILL haven't seen him to give him his anniversary present. And I just wanted to spend the day with him anyway. Who was the last person you caught lying to you? That I remember, Sara, in the message she sent me awhile back. "I haven't [been a Nazi] for years." I'm not that dumb. I literally scoffed when I read it. Honestly, how many people do you have feelings for? One. Honestly, do you believe in yourself? No. Ever gotten in trouble for public displays of affection? Not badly, but I do remember teachers in high school would sometimes scold Jason and I for simply hugging, but we just didn't care. You couldn't even LOOK at someone of the opposite gender and not get in trouble for it in that school. Have you ever been drunk or high? No to both. Have you ever chatted with someone on webcam? Yeah, I remember Jason and I did that at least once when we first started dating. What is the most challenging meal you have ever cooked? I don't cook. Have you ever had to be put to sleep at a hospital? Why? Yes, for surgery. THE best sleep of my fuckin life lmao. What if a friend asked you to go with her to get an abortion? I'm going the fuck with her. Have your parents ever smoked pot? I know my dad has, but I don't THINK Mom has. Ever made yourself throw up? I've tried to, but I didn't. Have you ever legitimately saved a person’s life? I guess I... kinda have? I have a friend Lisa that I was chatting with one day, and she was having some health problems going on. She passed out, and when her husband came home, he heard the messenger ding from me and checked it; he'd thought Lisa was asleep, but the way we were talking to each other, David (the husband) knew something was actually wrong with Lisa and he took her to the ER to find out she'd had like, an aneurysm or something along those lines that would have killed her if left untreated. She's fine and a happy but VERY BUSY mom of four now. :'') Have you ever walked out of a movie at the theater? Yes, with The Black Phone because of a very abrupt and intense father/daughter abuse scene that somehow triggered me, like a PTSD reaction, even though I've never been (to my memory) abused. I've talked about it enough months ago and don't want to again. Are you addicted to technology? Oh, I absolutely am. It's been a severe problem almost my whole life. Any fond memories of your first sleepover? I actually don't remember my first "real" sleepover, especially if we're talking me being at someone else's house; I had such severe separation anxiety from my mom that it took me a few years of trying to steadily be able to last. My friends' parents were used to me waking them up in the night 'cuz I couldn't sleep, lol. Have you ever led the prayer at dinnertime? If not, do you want to? I don't think I have, and I absolutely never want to. Do you believe in the army, it’s disgraceful to improperly salute? I don't fucking care, man. Do you keep notes, drawings, or letters that people give you? Yes. Have you had a bf/gf that you never kissed? I never kissed Aaron or Juan, but I mean the first was nothing but middle school puppy-love and I dated Juan for less than a day. Has anybody criticized the way your significant other looked? I remember a few people used to do this about Jason and it pissed me the fuck off. Like are YOU the one in the relationship? Then why the fuck should you care who I'M attracted to? Who in your life is your number one priority to make sure they’re happy? Girt, probably. Or Mom. What was the last strong scent you smelled? Probably my cat's breath. He loves (gently... ish) biting my nose for some weird reason ha ha, that and just yawning in my face. How did you discover your favorite band? Ozzy, just growing up with Mom's CD case to go through when I was getting into rock and metal. Rammstein I feel like I'd HEARD of somewhere, but I listened to them myself through "Waidmanns Heil" being on a certain Guitar Hero (or Rock Band, idk) edition. When was the last time you performed in front of a group of people? Oh wow, YEEEAAAARS ago when I was still in dance classes and I had to dress up for recitals. The last person you kissed treat you right? He does nothing but that. Reading this reminded me of how this is exactly what his mom asked me when I was first alone with her. I thought it was so sweet, like she was ON it the moment Girt left the room. Are you afraid of clowns? No, they've never gotten to me. What are you listening to at this moment in time? "You Can't Run Away" by Emigrate is BACK ON THE MENU, BOYS. If you were pregnant, how long would you wait to write something about it on Facebook? Well, I wouldn't to begin with because I'd be getting an abortion and I'd be willing to share that with VERY few people. If on some alternate planet I was keeping the baby, I'd wait 'til the first few dangerous weeks have passed when miscarriage is far more unlikely. What’s your favorite kind of lip piercing? (monroe, labret, snakebites, etc.) I have a vertical labret because it's my fave; I like the symmetry it adds to the face.

#survey #surveys #random questions #random surveys

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kira-fluff · 3 years

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Heeey!

Saeyoung, Yoosung, Jumin and Zen reacting to to “hotel only one bed” trope ? ♥️

a/n: of course you can lovely! <3 *AHEM* Lemme just say this trope is ELITE and I will NEVER not love it // also, i’m writing it like it’s before they’re dating (OF COURSE) because I want it to be spicy (actually that’s the only thing that would make sense for this prompt but you get my point whatever). ALSO also I’m basing the fancy hotel off my stay at the Ritz Carlton (it was like $25,000 a night) because my grandma couldn’t manage money N E WAYSS. Also, if y’all could let me know whether you prefer Y/N to MC pls lmk k thx

TW: drunk old lady w/no filter, gets pretty suggestive because I couldn’t help myself, an overbearing aunt, savage Italians, and loud hotel neighbor

Note: omfg i accidentally made this so long oh well here’s yo present lmao

“There’s only one bed” PT.1 PT.2

Saeyoung

Getaway missions are mad cool until you can’t sleep

When you finally neared the parking entrance to your hotel you were SO looking forward to taking a nice hot shower before shimming into the covers of your crisp, (clean, you hoped) sheets.

It was past 3AM when Saeyoung finally drove his elegant vehicular device (because what other word is there for it) into a secured parking space

“Because I don’t trust those shady valets, y/n.”

“Whatever you say, Seven”, you replied groggily.

You hauled ass up to the front desk, then to the elevator of the exquisite hotel you were staying at

not that you cared

because S L E E P

but Saeyoung likes to quote Jurassic Park (because of course he does) like “I spare no expense, y/n”

“I’m too tired to laugh”

*gASP*

“Not everyone naturally stays up until the early morning light before going to sleep.”

“It really should become a thing, it’s honestly very iconic of me.” (it’s not)

By the time your conversation ended you were glad to see your hotel number and a little key card slot.

Saeyoung made a show of sticking the key card in like a spy or something

it was funny for normal y/n but not for tired y/n

“Here’s your room, M’lady.”

He held the door open to your room as you looked around the room

a large, lush bed set before a ginormous flat screen TV with complimentary expensive chocolates laid before you as well as complimentary take-home elegant towels and slippers.

suddenly, you heard a knock on the door

blinking in confusion, you opened to see it was Saeyoung

“Um.. hey! What’s up?”

Saeyoung looked a bit bewildered himself before saying,

“Hey, so, I realized my key card was the same room number as yours and I was like ‘That’s weird!’ so I called the front desk who verified that I had placed a reservation for one room, not two, so I hacked into their system to see what went wrong and if I could change it but it looks like they’re completely booked and I think I had made the reservation before I knew that you had to come along and I’m so sorry”

he was breathless after the mouthful he just gave you

As it was 3AM a drunk, old woman was tripping her way to her room and shouted much louder than she should at 3AM, “Kiss her already n’ fuck, ya youngin’s!”

Saeyoung’s hair now matched his face :)

His ears were tipped bright red before coughing awkwardly

“I can sleep on the ground. I’ve done it plenty of times, it’s actually pretty comfy.”

“Um, Sev’ I’m not going to make you just sleep on the floor. If you want--”

“You’re not making me, y/n, I want to do this”

“Actually I think I’ll sleep on the floor, I sleep a lot better on the ground”, you fibbed.

“You’re sleeping on that big ass bed.”

“No you are.”

“If you don’t listen I’ll sleep in the bath tub instead of the floor.”

“Then I’LL sleep outside the room!”

“LIKE HELL YOU WILL!”

“WATCH ME”

the phone rang, a worker politely asking you to quiet a bit down because even with your luxurious privacy walls, guests could still hear you arguing.

Saeyoung began whisper shouting, “Guess that settles it.”

he plopped on the ground, fake snoring with his arm as a pillow

you sighed

“Fine, if neither of us are going to agree to this then we are both going to sleep in this bed.”

Saeyoung blushed lightly at your boldness, a tad worried you’d find him creepy or weird

You started again, beginning to undress a little, causing Seven to yelp in panic and turn around immediately, shielding his eyes,

Now in your tank top and your leggings you’d been wearing under sweatpants and a t-shirt, you said, “I’m gonna go take a quick shower and go to bed. I’m so tired.”

Seven turned around only when he’d heard the bathroom door shut

he sighed, What am I going to do with this girl.

By the time you’d come out of the bathroom, drying your wet hair, Seven was lying on the bed, clad in casual t-shirt and jeans.

“Come on, Saeyoung, you have comfy clothes! It’s okay, change! I’m done in the bathroom now.”

“Nah, this is fine.” This was not fine. Saeyoung was out of his area of expertise of expecting the unexpected because God you were so unpredictable.

“Please” you jutted out your bottom lip in a little pout, being sure to make eye contact with him

Something glowered in his eyes for a split second before he half-smiled saying, “Ah, little Y/n, you know I can’t say no to you when you go all sad on me.”

He stepped into the bathroom to change, but let’s be honest. He was freaking the fuck out.

he covered his flushed face, changing into his soft sweatpants and a cozy sweatshirt. he was scared

the more comfortable he became the more likely he’d accidentally get closer to you and then you’d freak out because you’d hear the sound of his heart beat like it’s a fucking rave concert and then you’d be weirded forever and quite possibly never talk to him again

but on the outside, he stepped out of the bathroom, whipping his phone out with a huge smirk saying, “Smile”

you threw up a peace sign with your tongue sticking out

he laughed before sending it to the RFA chat

707: Sleepover lolol [see attachment]

immediately both your phones blew up with buzzes of notifications from the chat

you laughed lightly, brushing a stray hair from your face to tuck it behind your ear

this was gonna be a long night for Seven.

Zen: UGH get away from her!!!!!!!!!111!!1!!

Jumin: Maybe you should learn to type first.

Zen: shut it cat freak

Zen: seven answer

Zen: hey

Zen: y/n, text “qwerty” if you’re in any kind of danger

Jumin: What a strange code.

You: qwerty :(

707: lololololol

Zen: !!!!!

Zen: ASJDHKJFASHFKJA

Jumin: -_-

Zen: WE NEED A CAR, NO A HELICOPTER im omw!!

You: just kidding <3 i’m fine you guys

707: lololol

Jumin: Have a bit more faith in your subordinates, Zen.

You closed the chat and muted your phone, expecting the incoming argument that was quickly to ensue.

You patted the bed lightly, ushering Saeyoung to lie down next to you.

He obliged, though he politely laid at the far edge of the left side of the bed.

You yawned before shutting the light off and whispering a “good night”.

Saeyoung glanced at the clock. 4AM. Only 15 minutes had passed. You were breathing softly in your sleep within the 10 minutes after you’d said goodnight and here he was still awake.

You suddenly tousled in your sleep, and Saeyoung raised his head, whispering a soft, “Did I wake you up?”

You replied with a soft moan before abruptly turning left onto his corner of the bed and grabbing for the first thing you’d felt -- his torso.

Saeyoung’s breath hitched as he felt you exploring the new found “object”, running your fingers up and down his torso and nearing dangerous areas below

Saeyoung whisper-shouted, “What are you doing?”

He leaned closer to hear your reply, but your only answer was more soft little snores

Saeyoung sighed, trying to lightly grab your wrists without waking you up, and directing toward yourself

no matter how hard he’d try, your arms kept finding his own

your nails would softly ghost over his chest or neck, causing him to shiver and blush profusely

again, he sighed, trying his hardest not to give into your sleepy state

until you broke him with a soft utterance, “Sae....young..”

Saeyoung’s eyes widened to the size of saucers before he dared to look down at you, your hair curling on the bed every which-way.. your mouth slightly agap...

he groaned, his brows furrowed and his eyes shut

at last he slunk his arms around your torso, being sure to respectfully keep them high around your waist

he buried his face in the crook of your neck to subconsciously try to hide his ever growing blush (and erection)

I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this ‘friend’ thing when you’re driving me this crazy, y/n.

You awoke to a sleeping Saeyoung, his toned arms enveloping your small body in a hug

shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer.

Yoosung

this bean is lonely uwu

so when he’d invited to you go with him on a trip his uncle had paid for, you felt bad saying “yes” because it’s a paid trip!!

until he begged you because his cousin Chaewon would be there and he was always really pushy and borderline a huge fuck boi

so you conceded

but hey free trip for the both of you minus shitty family gatherings with no one you know, right?!

you hope there’s at least one dog. and alcohol.

dog + alcohol at a party = an actual fun fucking time

you were glad Yoosung was there with you because he honestly couldn’t agree with you more

You opened your beach-side resort room to find there’s only one bed.

Yoosung blanched and quickly dialed his auntie, who’d made the resort reservations

“Ah...hi auntie! Um, how come there isn’t a separate room for me and y/n?”

his aunt cackled into the phone, “Aren’t you an old fashioned little gentlemen!!! Awe~~~ you’ve grown up to be such a good boy! <3 Well don’t worry, I won’t say a word to my sister or your pops. Enjoy the time you have with your adorable girlfriend and get it on a little!! I’ve got condoms if ya need ‘em honey~~ Remember dearie, when the shlong is not covered, the child support better be.”

Yoosung hurriedly hung up the phone, his face completely red, praying you hadn’t heard the conversation that’d just ensued.

You did

but you smile and say, “So.. what’d they say?”

He cleared his throat before saying, “Well, --err.. Basically there’s been a little mishap. B-but don’t worry!! I can just ask Chaewon if I can spend the night in his room.”

“Didn’t you say he leaves a sock on the door handle every time--”

“YES but I want you to be comfortable, okay! It’s really not a big deal.”

You shyly smiled while looking down before softly saying, “You can sleep with me.”

Yoosung’s eyes widened and you quickly looked up, your face flushing to a deep crimson

“I-I-I meant in the bed!!! With me. We can lie together. In the bed---- I mean we--”

Yoosung could practically see the steam coming out of your ears and the room felt a LOT hotter

“S-sure! Sounds great.” he had a feeling if you didn’t agree you’d end up embarrassing yourself further.. and he didn’t want you to feel bad. And he didn’t want those thoughts circulating his mind again.

“Alright, so I’m going to hop in the shower, y/n... unless you want to go first?”

Gulping down some complimentary water you’d found in the hotel mini fridge, you quickly replied with a shake of your head.

Nodding, Yoosung make quick work of washing his hair and trying to give himself a pep talk before he would be sleeping next to you.

Thankful for the big size of the resort bed, you climbed under the covers, already beginning to feel sleep take you

When Yoosung had at last dried himself off and walked out to the bed area of the resort room, he gazed at how small you looked, hugging a soft pillow in your arms, your eyes fluttered shut

He looked away, feeling like a creep.

He shut off the light after making a call to the resort staff to wake him up at 8AM as directed by his uncle’s itinerary

He slid under the covers, shoving a pillow in between the two of you as a little border to separate the two of you

it wasn’t until further in the night when Yoosung had felt a jolt and he looked up in panic, through the blackness recognizing the pillow-border had been cast onto the ground

and even more noticeably, your leg was swung over his hip, your body flush to his own

your arms were snaked around his neck

he felt like he could feel every inch of you

your soft breath just below his ear

your soft .. er.. chest... against his torso

your stomach and .. the rest of it... against his own

Yoosung could not breathe

like someone actually help this man for he is losing oxygen by the minute

He squeezed his eyes shut and make the executive decision to wait it out til morning

he was terrified that if he’d move you, you’d wake up and see just how much you affect him.

And so, when the phone rang that morning, you’d startled, looking up to see your tangled limbs lying on top of his own

“oH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY YOOSUNG UGH IT’S A HABIT OF MINE AHAHHSAHDAJSHS”

he looked at you with eyes that had noticeable circles under them (darker than even after his LOLOL gaming)

“you look like you didn’t sleep much.... --- Is it because of me!? Oh my god I’m so sorry you should’ve just shoved me off or something seriously I didn’t mean to do it on purpose, honest!!”

“N-no, no it’s really not!! I promise!!” He tried his best to grin, though it probably looked like a grimace, because the next thing you said was, “I’ll make it up to you”

“You don’t need to do that. Really, I liked it.”

It took a moment for him to realize what he just said.

“I-I mean I like you! I mean I liked sleeping with you!!! I mean--!!”

Yoosung was quickly spinning circles in his mind

you couldn’t help the little giggle that came out of your mouth, “I guess we’re pretty similar, huh?”

Yoosung smiled lightly, “Yeah, guess so.”

You walked out together toward the breakfast area of the resort

“Hey”, you started, “Is.. Did you mean what you said? About liking me?”

Yoosung glanced away, taking a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah I did. I really like you.”

You couldn’t hold back the big ol’ smile that took over your face as you proudly declared, “Me too!!”

Right when Yoosung was going to go in for a kiss, he saw his auntie suddenly right next to the both of you

“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!”

She smirked, “My question first, dearie, what did you two like?”

Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red

“You know, the first time your uncle did it with me I felt the same way. Like, what a man! Must run in the fam--”

“OKAY! THANK YOU FOR THAT AUNTIE BUT BREAKFAST IS CALLING MY NAME MM SMELLS GOOD SEE YOU LATER.”

Your blush didn’t leave you as you smeared strawberry cream cheese on your toasted bagel

This trip was going to be very VERY difficult. Thank God there was alcohol. And Yoosung. And probably dogs. And Yoosung.

Yeah.

Gotta love relatives.

Jumin

You received a call from a stern voice you didn’t recognize

<<“Hello. This is Mr. Han’s chauffeur. I’m approximately 6.3 miles away from your residence. Do not worry about clothes or other necessities. All will be provided for you.”>>

“Uh.. thanks? Where....?”

<<“Mr. Han has invited you to join him on his stay at the Ppalgan Vineyard Estates. Have you not received the notification?”>>

You glanced at your phone, seeing two unread messages on your phone.

You read them, feeling bad you hadn’t seen them before.

“Yes, yes of course. Thank you. Tell him I said thank you. Are you sure it’s okay for me to attend?”

<<“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Han gave me specific instructions to assure you would be able to come with him. I have been ordered to give 2 minute updates following your being picked up. I can assure you, it is his utmost wish that you join him this weekend. I’d be honored to thank him on your behalf, though I feel it would mean much more to him if you said it to him rather than me.” >>

“You’re right, thank you. And thanks for driving me. And for all the other stuff you said”, you replied nervously.

<<”There is no need to thank me, Miss. I am glad to serve Mr. Han in anyway I can.”>>

The call hung up before you could spout out more thank yous

you phone buzzed, startling you.

you clicked the notification

<<(XXX-XXX-XXXX HAN COMPANIES) I’ve arrived at your residence. Let me know if there is anything I can carry for you. Sent 13:52>>

You quickly texted a reply of gratitude before rushing down the stairs out of your apartment, not wanting to make Jumin’s chauffeur wait.

“Good to see you Miss Y/L/N. Is there anything I can get you? I have been given orders to purchase anything you may want or need on our way to the airport.”

He quickly texted something on his phone, presumably a text to Jumin about your safe arrival to his limo.

“A-airport? You mean, like, flying? Are you sure I don’t need my wallet? It’s not too late for me to go grab it, right? I have my debit card on my phone too, otherwise.”

“Miss Y/L/N you are not to spent a single won on this vacation. All is paid for.”

“But my clothes... I don’t want Jumin to have to pay for all new things!!”

"I assure you, money is not something Mr. Han wishes for you to be concerned with.”

You’d stayed silent at that, feeling bad that you’d already bothered the poor man who’d just been ordered to drive you, not reassure you of Jumin’s financial affairs.

You grew quiet, looking out the window as trees, streets, and cars zoomed past you.

“If you so wish, there are numerous meals options in the compartments below the seats as well as alcohol, carbonated beverages and iced water glasses. You are, of course, welcome to any of these. Please do not hesitate to notify me if there is something you’d like instead. We’d glad to make it a regular option in all of our limousines.”

You flushed, embarrassed at the amount of power Jumin’s words, and effectively, your own seemed to have on the entire Han Conglomerate as a whole. You laughed a little, it was funny thinking to yourself that you had so much power as to decide snack options for Jumin’s cars.

Jumin was extra like that, he always went above and beyond to make you comfortable. You loved that about him. It made you feel a little spoiled, so you instinctively rejected most offers at things that seemed to further complicate his worker’s duties.

You had no idea that when the chauffeur had said airport he meant the Han Private Airway Transportation Zone.

As in... private jet.

It was hard not to feel like you were in a whole different world.

Not that Jumin treated you that way... but it was hard not to notice!

You bowed in thanks to the driver before hastily finding your way to the nearest man standing in another black suit, his hands folded together in front of him.

As soon as you uttered your name, his whole demeanor changed and he instantly had gone from cool and collected to humble and overwhelmingly kind.

He’d quickly made his way to the boarding area, escorting you to the jet before leaving you at a polite distance way from Jumin who’d been looking at you from the moment you’d entered the aircraft.

His eyes searched your own as you’d yet to discover his presence

He couldn’t help but rake his eyes up and down your body, admiring the way you could look just in anything.

He at last saw you searching the spacious cabin, at last laying eyes on him.

His heart pounded faster, as if your noticing him made his heart leap in joy

You looked relieved and smiled, running over to him and sitting down next to him

“Hi Jumin!! Oh, should I be calling you Mr. Han? That’s what your chauffeur called you.. sorry if that’s what I should’ve been addressing you as!!”

His deep voice rumbled in your ear, causing you to shudder, “Jumin is fine.”

You gazed up at him through your lashes, noticing the way his perfectly tailored vest made him look so... well... for lack of better word...hot.

“Wow. You look...” Your eyes moved from his hair, to his face, to his neck, to his torso, slowly to his groin, to his legs... before you realized what you’d been doing and quickly your eyes shot up again.

You bit your lip, “You look nice.”

“Nice?”

You laughed shyly, and slightly (embarrassingly) breathless, “Yeah. Yeah you do. Nice.”

Jumin couldn’t help the sly smile he’d been holding back before replying, “You look beautiful.”

You flushed and looked down, squirming in your seat a little before looking at him once more, offering a small, “..thank you..”

After a few minutes of silence, you’d decided to change the subject, chattering on about how you wondered what this mysterious vacation would hold

Jumin couldn’t help is concentration half on every word you were saying, but also your lips. Slowly licking his own, he nodded along when you’d gotten especially enthusiastic, grinning slightly when you’d gotten so excited you’d leapt out of your luxury seat.

Within a half hour of the trip to your destination in Italy, Jumin had trouble concentrating on much else.

Get it together, Jumin, you’re not some fool like Zen.

It’d gotten worse the more you’d leaned further in your seat, your chest becoming slightly exposed

he covered his mouth with a hand, opting for looking out one of the many windows of the jet.

You’d always caught his attention and made him lose his focus -- something he’d never lost before he met you

He blamed the strawberry sent that you’d always carried with you

He wasn’t much for expensive, faux perfume that so many of his father’s skanks would wear... it was like no other.

After a few hours of grueling torture on your part (though you hadn’t know every single time you’d grabbed his hand or arm it’d sent his heart on a sky dive) Jumin was glad to have arrived in the gorgeous Italian acreage of the countryside.

It was even more beautiful at the dusk of night, you’d decided

Immediately a shiny vehicle pulled up, ready to transport you and Jumin to the estate you were to be residing in for the weekend.

Upon pulling into the culdesac, you almost scoffed at the word “estate” -- it was more of a country in and of itself, land stretched beyond what you could see

The mansion itself stood on pillars and high, Gothic windows.

Inside, flying buttresses decorated the building, giving it an elegant and aged ambiance that you just adored

“It’s so beautiful.”

He smiled at you then, watching you take in the wonders he’d realized he took for granted.

He was then directed to a double-door entrance way, “Your room, Mr. Han, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Separate, correct?”

The man stood in surprise, looking slightly aghast, “T-they never specified such details.”

“Contact them immediately to confirm. I’ll work it out from there.”

“Yes, Mr. Han.” From there, the man scurried away to contact the head of the estate.

After a few moments, he returned, “The Rossi Conglomerate had assumed that you’d brought your fiance with you.”

“Did you mention I don’t have one?”

“Y-yes, of course! But, Mr. Han, your father--”

Jumin sighed, “I’ll take care of it.” with a wave of his hand, the man was gone

You thanked him on his way out.

Jumin looked at you, searching for a reaction of displeasure or worry

When he didn’t find one, he began, “I was notified the Rossi had booked their other estates to their American investors. My being here is a formality, but it is business. It would be a great discourtesy to demand--”

You smiled reassuringly, “Jumin, don’t worry about it.. we’ll share the bed, okay?” You held your hand in his own, rubbing soothing circles on his knuckles.

Jumin looked at you, choking on his spit slightly.

“Y/N you do understand that--”

“It’s fine, Jumin!! It’s late already, I’ll just put up my hair.. and.. do you know where the night clothes would be?”

He watched as you fixed a bobby pin between your teeth before running your fingers through your hair, watching as you arched your back to--

“Jumin? ...you don’t know?”

He cleared his throat, looking away, pink dusting his cheeks

“Bathroom.”

You thanked him, unaware of his watchful eyes

It had been a few seconds since you’d entered the bathroom before he heard a loud and alarmed, “..UM....JUMIN...?!”

He’d quickly made his way into the bathroom

“What’s wro--”

He looked and laying on the long granite island of the large bathroom was a silky set of lingerie as well as a note in Italian you couldn’t read.

Jumin’s words stopped dead on his lips as he stared at you, then the silky underwear set, you, silky underwear, you.......silky underwear.

On the outside, Jumin liked to think he came off as calm and collected, saying, “I can get you something else to wear.”

But when he’d made it two steps out of the bathroom he had a little collision. And by collision, I mean his face.. and the wall.

He looked in every drawer, finding nothing. He presumed clothes would be delivered as specified. But it was late already.. their servants are dismissed, only the protective guards surrounded the inside and outside of the estate.. explaining the situation to them didn’t seem very promising.

Of course you were kicking yourself, before you’d found their little....gift... you’d cast your days clothes into the washer. They were probably soaked by now.

Maybe I could use a hair dryer...? Or I could stuff them in the dryer??

Either way you’d be without clothes for.. too long.

And nothing would be greater punishment then showing all that in front of the man you had completely fallen for...

You heard a knock on the bathroom door. You listened from inside.

“Hey, I, uh, couldn’t find anything. Do you think you could wear your clothes from today?”

You whimpered, on the verge of tears, “I already put it in the washer!”

He knocked again, “Can I hand you something?”, he asked, undoing the buttons of his formal shirt.

“C-close your eyes!”

Jumin chuckled darkly before covering his eyes and handing her his collared shirt

“I’d give you the pants, too, but I don’t think they’d really fit you. Could you look at what they’d provided for me? Maybe slip on something from mine.”

“N-no! That’d be even worse for me!! .. and you!” You blushed again imagining him half naked

You hurriedly shuffled through the drawers, but to no avail.

You gulped, slipping on the lingerie to ensure that maybe something would be covered before buttoning Jumin’s formal shirt on you as well.

it was so big it didn’t leave much for the imagination

but you decided through a 10 minute pep talk that you’d suck it up and try your best to make his shirt into a night gown.

You at last stepped out of the bathroom, Jumin’s head shooting toward the sudden noise before taking you in

He could scarcely breathe, much less come up with a coherent sentence

you were in his shirt...

with barely any clothes on underneath

and you looked up at him shyly, biting your lip a little

drawing even more attention to your lips

Jumin had to stifle a groan, opting to head to the bathroom to change

After splashing some cold water on his face in a poor attempt to get his head out of the gutter, he quickly got on his pjs

after you both were ready for bed, Jumin sat on the bed, opening a small novel he’d been enjoying, Anthem.

His attention was immediately diverted from the dystopian fiction when he saw you were stretching

His shirt rode up high as he took in the way the lingerie perfect accentuated your curves, though it didn’t cover much below the waist

Noticing your folly, your eyes widened in shock before you immediately put your hands down

which, just your luck, made it all worse.

the sudden movement disheveled the shirt, causing it to ride down completely on one side, openly displaying the soft brassiere beneath it

Jumin slammed his book so hard it left an echo in the large room.

Great. He couldn’t even make it look like his book was suddenly unbelievably interesting that he just so happened to not take notice of the obvious sight before him.

You blanched, feeling a breeze along your shoulder, gasping before running to your side of the bed and pretending you don’t exist anymore

Meanwhile Jumin is in a c r i s i s

In the most eloquent of words, his mind said holy fucking motherfucking shit oh my God fuck fuck fuck AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh my god shit shit shit fuck shit sdfasodjgiajsidogjosdg MALFUNCTION!! WARNING!!!! RUN BITCH!!!

But Jumin didn’t run

because mama ain’t raise no bitch

but also because if he stood up it would be blatantly obvious that he had--

Stop thinking about it, Jumin.

He tried to redirect his mind to his 5 senses, a grounding technique he’d learned when he got too anxious when he was younger

But sight seemed to dominate it as his mind replayed your facial expressions, the way your hands awkwardly tried to cover yourself up, the way you looked the way he’d take it all off---

Oh God. I’m deep in shit.

He had never been so pissed at himself... and embarrassed.

He looked over at you, a horrible decision, really.

You were still awake, your face was redder than the strawberry sent that adorned you

“s-sorry..” you whispered, willing yourself to try to forget, “pretend that never happened..”

Jumin was practically feral and you were saying it never happened?

Jumin couldn’t just pretend he didn’t just see a fucking goddess

but he would for you

“..........pretend what never happened?”

You sighed, a small smile on your face as you quickly turned to thank him

but he was a LOT closer than you imagined

he was propped up on one elbow, looking down at you, his head slightly angled.

And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart.

And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes

Jumin felt confusion when you’d done this

he can be a bit of a pea brain, so he of course said, “I’m sure you’re very tired.”

He shut off the light, reaching over you

You held back the big frown you’d gotten when you realized he’d rejected you

unbeknownst to you that it took everything in him, from the moment he’d saw you in the jet cabin, not to scoop you up in his arms and make out with you the whole way there.

Zen

Was Zen going to invite you to his own fucking tour?

Of course he was

he liked flexing his connections

and most of all, showing you just how much he cared about you

and loved you

but not the love part because God if you ever found out Zen might jump into the nearest body of water and never return

not that he didn’t have any confidence

he has lots of it

but it all kind of disintegrates when he gets to talking about his real feelings

But come on, it was blatantly obvious to anyone who had heckin eyes

or ears

or just any functioning body

the way he’d try to subtly throw an arm over your shoulder

or he’d lean in whenever you spoke

or the way he’d readjust his posture when you walked into a room

or the way everyone caught him staring

like anytime you weren’t looking

or when you are looking because he is “built different”

So the limo ride to the fancy hotel he was to stay at was something that had him looking forward to the tour, but also dreading it

you’d sat close to him in the limo because his agent and other workers were sitting along with him.

So close that your ass got pushed further and further onto his lap

because damn where the fuck are we and why are there so many goddamn potholes

Zen tried to steady you by firmly grabbing your hips

which was NOT the move

because now that you were firmly set on his lap, every bump felt like a fucking war against his hormones.

Like a gentleman, he quickly opted to seat you next to him, not wanting you to feel embarrassed

still, he could feel you being pulled closer to him with every long turn the limo made or every bump or abrupt stop

and it was torture.

like this man is sweating

but by some miracle you arrive at the hotel in one piece! Yay!

but Zen’s soul has left his body~~

so you get set up

You open the room, “Look, Zen! This bed is HUGE!!”, you ran over to it and plopped your face onto the sheets

He chuckled, watching you act like a little kid excited about a hotel for the first time

his brows furrowed when he realized there was no door separator between your rooms

He immediately called the front desk

all you could over hear was “No, there seems to be some kind of mistake”

and “I reserved two rooms -- conjoined”

“Alright, ok. Thanks.” and then he hung up.

“So..” he sighed, “They can’t get another room because they’re completely booked. Someone must’ve recognized the limo and lots of fans immediately bought up all the rooms in hopes of seeing me.”

“It’s alright Zen! I can ask to switch with your agent or something!!”

“NO!” Zen said a little too loudly. “No. Um, look it would be bad because he’s a man.”

“Your a dude, too, Zen.”

“I-- yeah, but that’s different because I’m a guy you can trust.”

“True..”

“So I’ll sleep on the couch, ‘kay?”

“Zen, no! You need your beauty sleep to be ready for your performance tomorrow!!!”

“It’s alright, really!”

“I’ll sleep on the couch!”

“Like hell you will.”

“Please :(”

“Y/N, seriously--”

“Then how about this! You and I just sleep in the same bed!”

Ever the dramatic soul, Zen gasped with his palm over his heart “How SCANDALOUS!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be Mr. Playboy?”

“Only for you, baby”, he winked.

You stuttered, “T-that’s not funny! Seriously don’t make it weird you horn- dog!”

He threw his head back in laughter, “Horn-dog?! I thought you said you trusted me!”

“Not when you’re obviously thinking about doing this and that to me!!”

“Doing this and tha---Hey! Who do you think I am?!”

There was suddenly a loud bang on the wall and a burly man shouted, “GO TO FUCKIN’ SLEEP YOU OBNOXIOUS, SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED LITTLE SHITS!”

You smirked, holding in a laugh saying, “Sounds like your fans are getting jealous.”

Zen’s mouth dropped and you began laughing hysterically

“T-that was like a 60 year old man!”

“I’M 42 YOU LITTLE SHIT”

You fell back on the bed, laughing louder

Zen shouted back, “WELL EXCUSE ME, SEXY, 42 YEAR OLD MAN”

There was silence before a harsh knock sounded at your door

All Zen’s bravado disintegrated and he made a dash for the bed, whispering loudly for you to “Turn off the fuckin’ lights, turn off the fuckin’ lights!”

You stifled more giggles rising up to your throat as you clicked off the light, making sure the room was locked, and climbed into bed

you breathed out your last laughs, sighing to yourself contentedly before noticing the close proximity you were to Zen

You stared at each other for a long moment

You leaned in closer

Zen placed a palm on your cheek, gently cupping it

he softly whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

You answered by harshly connecting your lips

The two of you feeding off each other’s oxygen as Zen bit your lip, causing you to gasp and open your mouth to make way for his tongue

you whimpered, feeling faint from lack of oxygen

the two of you parted, out of breath

Zen wanted to say something smooth like “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

but instead he said “I’ve always wanted to do you.”

He mentally smacked his head, blaming the lack of oxygen for his stupidity

But you smirked up at him coyly, replying, “Then why don’t you?”

Um yeah rip your hotel neighbor he will literally hate both of you so much

I had honestly SO MUCH FUN writing this!! Let me know if you want, like, a part two to this. I think I’d just be so fun lol

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peaches: nine [part one]

summary ─ “holy shit,” bucky breathed as he took in the sight before him. “happy fucking birthday to me, indeed.”

pairing ─ dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, age difference (reader is 21, bucky is 39 40), secret relationship, birthday sex, vaginal sex, lingerie, kissing, pet names, dirty talk, d/s undertones, fluff, oral sex

a/n ─ for our buck’s birthday, i present you a peaches one-shot lol it’s been so long since i wrote them, i missed them sm <33 thank you nonnie for the idea 😌 there you go, part one, 3.9k words lmao hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <333

(the lingerie is veery similar to this one, by the way. minus the lace beneath the bra part and the string in the middle [attached to the neck] ++ this is the plug)

peaches masterlist

Bucky wasn’t fond of his birthday this year. He was turning 40 and wasn’t exactly happy about it. Every day leading up to his fortieth birthday, he watched himself in his mirror, watched the grays and whites in his beard and hair multiplying and becoming more visible.

Although she said that she loved how they made him look even sexier, Bucky couldn’t help but feel a bit old. The age gap between them wasn’t an issue, they had discussed it before, but he just couldn’t help himself. Now that he was now 40, he felt self-conscious. He was old while she was young ─ 21, to be exact─ and he had grays in his hair and beard and lines on his face─

“Fuck this,” Bucky grumbled to himself as he frowned at his reflection on the mirror. He knew Steve and Sam were planning something for his birthday, they were never slick about it. He also knew his other friends would be there, too, and maybe his sister. He didn’t want to celebrate his birthday this year, but he had no excuse to use.

“Fuck this, Jesus Christ,” he grunted this time. Bucky walked towards his closet and picked out his usual dark jeans, dark gray henley and a black t-shirt to wear beneath. Just as he put on his jeans and pulled his t-shirt on, he heard a bang coming from his living room. He frowned at first, but then chuckled when he heard her voice: “I’m fine!” Bucky shook his head with a smile on his lips. She was the only thing that was going to make his birthday party tolerable, he knew it.

A minute later, she appeared at his bedroom door with his favorite smile on her face. “Sir!” She exclaimed, making him chuckle. “Today is your birthday! How is it feel to be old?” His mood deflating a little, he shrugged.

“I don’t know,” he said, “My back ache decided to take the day off. Ask me again when it comes back.” She laughed. Crossing the threshold, she threw herself on his arms.

“Happy birthday,” she whispered, her hot breath licking his neck and sending shivers down his spine. “I’m glad you’re getting old healthily.” Bucky snorted. “I don’t know what I’m saying, ignore me, please,” she murmured, a whine hidden behind her words.

“’s alright,” Bucky murmured back. “Thank you, peaches.” Giggling silently, she pulled back and looked at him. Bucky swore that none of the women that he used to be with made him feel this way just by looking at him the way she did: All cared about and loved. A smile took over her face, and she lifted herself on her tiptoes. Her soft lips found his gently. His eyes closing, Bucky held her close to him and let her kiss him.

She moaned into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck while a hand dove inside his hair. Bucky walked blindly towards the nearest flat surface, which was the wall next to his closet, and caged her between his body and the surface. Pulling back for a breath, Bucky moved his lips down to her neck. He kissed her there so gently all the time because it was her sensitive spot: Always got her gasping and whining, and today was no different. He heard her gasp and swallow a whine when she felt his lips on her neck.

A pull on his hair, Bucky lifted his head and captured her lips again. He swallowed all the moans, whimpers and gasps she let out. She felt so good in his arms, in his space, Bucky wanted to keep her forever and not being judged about it.

“Okay, I take it back,” she breathed when Bucky pulled back. “You’re not a old man, okay.” Bucky smirked.

“Oh, baby,” he said. “A kiss is nothing. You should see what I can do with the rest of my body.” She shuddered in his arms, and Bucky tightened his hold on her body.

“I’m aware of the capabilities that your ‘old man’ body has,” she grumbled. Bucky chuckled and lowered her on the ground. She fixed her clothes and hair, trying not to look like she just made out. When she was done, she lifted her head and kissed Bucky on the cheek. “Happy birthday, again,” she whispered. Bucky smiled. She kissed him on the lips one last time and pulled back. “I gotta go. I sneaked out, I was supposed to be helping Papa.” Bucky nodded.

“Alright,” he said. “I’ll see you tonight.” He frowned when she suddenly looked bashful.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tonight.” She smiled and fled. Bucky continued to frown after her, not understanding what just happened.

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If Bucky had to be honest, Sam and Steve didn’t go overboard with his birthday party. It was low-key; there was Sam, Steve, Peggy, Sharon, Clint, Thor and her. Rebecca was supposed to be attending, too, but she had a last minute thing about work. She called him in the morning, and they already scheduled a breakfast date/belated birthday party for Saturday. It was nice. The cake had a small card saying ‘happy b-day gramps’, and there was exactly forty candles which Bucky knew it was Sam’s doing. He rolled his eyes playfully. It didn’t sting that much; he knew his friends were just playing with him because almost all of them were around the same age.

Bucky sighed quietly, breathing in the late night’s crisp air deeply, he closed his eyes for a second. He was happy. He had his family he called two days a week, his friends who were bunch of dumbasses but he loved them anyway.

He also had Y/N.

God, Bucky thought, recalling the memory they had about having a future and a family together. He wanted to tell Sam and Steve, but he was truly afraid of their reaction. At the end, they trusted him with their daughter, they thought she saw him as an uncle not as a lover. When their relationship came out, it was going to be a shitshow, Bucky was sure of it. She was worth every trouble, though.

“Hey,” Bucky jumped lightly when he heard her. He beamed and his lips split into a smile.

“Hi,” Bucky said, silently inviting her to be close to him. She inched closer, almost snuggling up at him.

“How did you find your party so far?” She asked, nudging him a bit. Bucky shrugged. He liked it. It was fun and didn’t actually feel like a birthday party; it was more like a comeback together party.

“It was nice,” he ended up saying. “I had fun.” She hummed. “The candles were a nice touch,” he added and got a small laugh out of her.

“Yeah, they were my idea,” she admitted. “Papa loved it, though.” Bucky chuckled.

“Shoulda known,” he murmured. She smiled and snuggled against his arm. It took almost all of his will power to not pull her into his arms and cuddle her right here. He knew he couldn’t do it, not when all of his friends were around let alone her parents.

“Can I come by your place tonight?” She asked. “I wanna give you my gift.” Bucky nodded absently.

“You didn’t have to buy me anything, honey, you know that right?” Bucky said, his voice gentle and low. She nodded and shrugged at the same time. “You can also give me your gift now, too, if you want.” She ducked her head down.

“It’s not that kind of gift, Sir,” she whispered, causing Bucky’s eyes widen. “I prefer to give it to you when we are alone.” Bucky licked his lips, swallowing audibly.

“Alright,” he muttered. “How about 1AM?”

“That’s fine,” she agreed. She kissed his cheek before pulling back, Bucky immediately missed her warmth next to him. “I’ll see you then, Sir,” she said. Bucky nodded.

He felt like he was in for something and he couldn’t wait to figure out what it was.

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Bucky returned home quarter to midnight, claiming that he was tired and stuffed full with sugar and its energy was finally wearing off. The others agreed; it was still a week-day at the end and most of his friends were working still.

He took a shower, trying to calm down and kill some time until 1AM. He was eager to see her, to have her company and enjoy it freely. It was hard enough to stop himself kissing her the way he wanted to after he blew his candles off, so some alone would do them good, Bucky knew it.

The more his will power was being tested, the more he thought about coming out clean to Sam and Steve. He didn’t want to hide their relationship. He wanted to take her out on dates without the fear of getting seen by some people Sam or Steve might know. He wanted to hold her hand, cuddle her on the couch or kiss her wherever and whenever he wanted to. He needed to discuss this with her first, though.

Mind full of ideas about how to tell them, Bucky stepped out of the shower and moved onto his kitchen after putting on only his sweatpants (no boxers, either, because they were gonna come off anyway). It was just half past midnight, and he had half an hour to spend by himself until she came. Bucky sighed as he grabbed a glass and filled it with water. He just stood in his dark kitchen, saved from the street lights sizzling inside through the window above the sink, sipping his water in silence.

He must have zoned out because he almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the shy knock on his door. Setting down his glass, Bucky ran towards the door and opened it.

“Hi,” she breathed, quickly stepping inside and letting Bucky close the door behind her. She had casual clothes on, sweatpants and an oversize sweatshirt, but she took his breath away anyway.

“Hi, baby,” Bucky whispered and watched her getting shy delightfully. When he stepped closer to kiss her, she stepped back.

“Um,” she started, “I-I prefer─ with your gift, uh.” Stammering over her words, she played with her fingers. “Give me five minutes, and then come to the bedroom okay?” Bucky opened his mouth protest, but she was quick to shut him up. “Please, Sir?” Exhaling defeatedly, Bucky nodded.

“Alright,” he said, and she disappeared. The curiosity was eating him alive, but he wasn’t about to go and ruin this thing for her. If she wanted to give him a private gift, then she was going to give it to him on her own terms.

Walking back to his kitchen, Bucky fiddled with his half-full glass, playing with the water and sipping it sometimes.

He never knew that five minutes could feel like five centuries.

After his time was up, Bucky walked towards his bedroom, his heart beating faster with each step. The door was ajar. The major lights were off, but she chose to turn on the ones on the sides of his bed, they were dimmed. It gave the room a warmer vibe. His curtains were drawn, and Bucky could pick out the clothes she was wearing when she stepped inside his house. He moved his eyes on his bed, feeling his lungs stopped working, Bucky froze.

She was in the middle of his bed, sitting on knees. She had red lingerie set on her; the lace design bra was hugging her breasts nicely, the garter belt was around her waist and was attached to the thigh stockings and the matching underwear was carrying the same lace design with the bra. She looked so damn beautiful, Bucky didn’t know how to function.

“Holy shit,” he breathed as he took in the sight before him. “Happy fucking birthday to me, indeed.” She ducked her head down, shy and feeling a little bit self-conscious about her body. Bucky wasn’t going to have that. Not when she looked like a fucking goddess before him. He leaned forward, not getting on the bed, and grabbed her chin gently. Lifting it up, he found her eyes and looked right into them. “You look so beautiful,” he whispered. “I cannot believe you chose me, and you’re givin’ yourself to me as a gift.” She smiled. It was her shy and adorable one, Bucky loved it. “Peaches,” Bucky whispered once more. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack one day.” She chuckled.

“You promised me not to die on me until I’m right behind you, Barnes,” she whispered back, smiling widely. Bucky let out a soft chuckle and fully leaned into kiss her.

The second their lips touched, both of them moaned in relief. It wasn’t the first kiss they had shared that day, but this one was full of promises and things to come in the next few hours. So, Bucky half-climbed on the bed, cradled her face in his hands and kissed her the way he wanted to since the beginning of his party.

Her lips were so soft against his, caressing his slightly chapped ones so nicely, Bucky felt his heart flutter. She vaguely tasted like peaches, and Bucky pulled back just a tad to huff a laugh.

“You taste like peaches,” he whispered. She giggled.

“Yeah, I restocked my lip balm,” she answered and pulled him back into the kiss. Bucky groaned this time. Fully climbing on the bed, leaning over to make her lay on her back, Bucky settled between her legs. The kiss they were sharing went from soft to passionate quickly. Bucky’s hands were traveling all over her body as he tilted his face from side to side so that he could deepen the kiss as he wished.

“God, honey,” Bucky groaned as he lowered his lips to her neck. Kissing and sucking the soft skin there, Bucky rubbed his stubble all over her collarbones. He was about to move south, put his lips on her stomach and maybe give her an appropriate kiss on some place he knew so well, but she pushed him back.

“My gift, remember?” She said when she saw the confused look on his face. “Lingerie was just a side gift.” Bucky raised his brows as he pulled back a bit more to give her space. She smiled and flipped on her stomach. Her knees drawn up, hands flat on the sides of her head and her face plastered on his pillow, she wiggled her ass.

Her underwear was fucking backless.

“Motherfuck─” Bucky hissed. “What the fuck. Oh my God, peaches, what─” His hands were moving before he could process, grabbing two handful of flesh, Bucky squeezed them. She whimpered. Bucky pulled back one hand and brought it back harshly, slapping her soft flesh, making it burn.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered as she bit her lip.

“What the fuck─ is this─” Bucky’s eyes zeroed in on the plug nestled between her cheeks. It had a heart shaped base, red jewel adorning it. It looked so pretty, Bucky wanted to leave it just like that, but he also wanted to play with so damn bad. “Sweetheart. Are you sure?”

“Mmhm,” she hummed. “Wan’ you to do it, please, Sir?” She looked at him over her shoulder.

“Ah, fuck,” Bucky whispered to himself. She always begged him so pretty, never left a chance to say ‘no’, and this time wasn’t different. “Alright, baby,” Bucky said. His fingers pressing on the plug, pushing it a bit deeper. She moaned. She lifted her ass even more up in the air, and Bucky felt like he was dreaming.

Even if he was, this was the best dream he ever had, he was fucking sure of it.

Grumbling meaningless things to himself, Bucky grabbed the base of the cute plug. He could see how wet her pussy was, could see it glistening and wetting her inner thighs, and he honestly didn’t know if he wanted her pussy or her ass first.

“How long can you stay?” He asked, voice low. She sighed happily.

“’til seven,” she answered. She was half-slurring. Bucky hummed, knowing that he had a long time ahead of him to play with her properly, he got off the bed to take off his sweatpants. Sliding a finger under the garter belt, Bucky pulled and released it, making it slap her skin. Bucky watched her ass jiggle deliciously as she gasped lightly. He pressed kisses all the way up to her spine and reached into his drawer to pull out condoms. “Mm, no,” she said, “Got an IUD.”

“I’m loving you even more every second,” Bucky said as he dropped the condom back into the drawer, pulling an amused chuckle out of her. Instead of condoms, Bucky pulled out his lube and put it someplace easy to reach. “I’m gonna tell you what I’m gonna do to you, alright, baby?” She nodded. Placing a kiss on her nape, Bucky took a hold of her hair, pulling it a little.

“First,” he started, “I’m gonna kiss anywhere I want.” Doing as he said; he kissed her neck, her jaw, shoulder blades, spine and her sides. Then, he moved up to kiss her on the lips filthily. This kiss was all about spit and passion and owning, she fucking loved it.

“Then, I’m gonna get you naked,” he whispered. His fingers were quick to find the clip of her bra and undoing it. Sliding the straps of her shoulders slowly, Bucky helped take the bra off. “But I’m gonna keep these,” he said, slapping her ass with one hand while the other one cupped her pussy from the front. She moaned loudly. “The backside of this underwear…” Bucky murmured. “The way your ass looks so damn beautiful in it…” Bucky moved down to bite her ass cheek lightly, making her yelp. “I’m gonna fuck you in it, peaches.”

Dragging one finger all the way from her clit to her plug, Bucky hummed. “I’mma fuck this little thing, first,” he said, inserting two of his fingers into your pussy. “It looks too wet and cute for me to not touch it, y’know,” he added. “But I was thinking maybe I would…” He trailed off as he leaned forward and just licked a fat line up to her plug. She shuddered under his tongue.

“Anything,” she sobbed into his pillow. “Anything you want, Sir, take it!” Chuckling darkly, Bucky did exactly that.

He trailed his tongue up and down, collecting all of her juices that were licking out constantly, licking her inner thighs clean, Bucky pushed his tongue inside of her. She whimpered and wiggled. Bucky was quick to give her a slap on her ass; a warning for her to stay still. She meekly apologized and stopped moving. Bucky slurped, his tongue dove deeper and curved just right. She groaned long and loud, Bucky was so glad that he wasn’t living at an apartment or something.

He pulled back. He was way too impatient for eating her out properly. Grabbing a hold of his cock, he dragged it up and down for a couple times. When he was sure that his dick was covered with her wetness, he slowly inched inside of her.

She gasped, her breath getting stuck on her throat as she fisted the sheets and arched her back. As Bucky slid deeper into her, he felt like was he could explode anytime. She was so tight, so wet and so warm around him, it was like sinking deep into silk sheets in a warm night… It felt so damn good.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Bucky moaned. “You’re tighter than a virgin, I fucking swear,” he grumbled as he leaned forward to cage her body under his. When his hips were flush against her, he stopped for a second. He didn’t want to come too early, but he had been Horny as hell ever since he saw that little plug nestled in its place.

This one was going to be a quick, take-the-edge-off kind of one.

“I’m not gonna last,” Bucky whispered and felt her nod. She was close already, Bucky could feel her walls fluttering around him. His eyes rolled backwards a little when he started to move his hips. Her tight as fuck heat was wrapped around him so damn nicely, Bucky was a little surprised that he hadn’t come as soon as he entered her.

His slow pace didn’t take too long to turn into a desperate, fast and hard one. His hips were slapping against hers, their sweaty skin making obscene sounds echoing in his bedroom. He was so close, so horny, that it really didn’t take him too long to feel his balls tighten. Bucky buried a groan into her neck. His hips were moving on a punishing pace. His hard cock was driving in and out of her pussy with obscene squelching sounds. All those sounds and her moaning and whimpering beneath him were getting to his head real fast. Bucky gasped.

“Sir─” She choked on a breath and gasped just like him. “’m so fuckin’ close, Sir, please!” Her legs were shaking, her chest was heaving and Bucky could feel the flutter of her walls increasing and becoming more intense with each thrust of his.

“God, honey, me too,” he moaned. His pace was halting, he knew he was about to come. Groaning, Bucky slipped his fingers on her front and found her clit. She screamed. “Shit!” Bucky cursed as she came unexpectedly. Her knees buckled with the intensity of her orgasm and she collapsed on the bed with Bucky’s cock still hard and still inside of her. Bucky cursed again, taking a hold of her knees, he spread her legs to her sides. They were quivering in his hands, and he knew she was sensitive, but he was right fucking there. Lying fully on top her, Bucky started to move his hips again. It was a filthy and only focused on chasing his orgasm kind of pace, this time.

“Oh, fuck, Sir!” She exclaimed, eyes widening. Bucky was in deep. He was in so deep, her walls were so tight─

“Shit,” Bucky cursed. “Fuck, oh, God, ah, fuuck─!” The delirious movements of his hips stopped. His balls tightened, cock twitched in her and he came. Eyes rolling backwards, Bucky groaned loud and long. His taut muscles going lax, his hot breath licking her over-heated body and her tightness was still hugging his poor cock so nicely.

“God, Bucky, what the fuck,” she panted. Bucky hummed. He rubbed his stubble-covered jaw on her shoulder affectionately. Easing off of her, Bucky dropped himself next to her and pulled her into his arms to cuddle. “My legs won’t stop quiver.”

Bucky snorted. “You’re welcome,” he grumbled. She rolled her eyes but stayed quiet, burrowing herself deeper into her lover’s arms. Their eyes were closing, they were tired and much needed orgasm had loosened up their tensed muscles. “Round two in an hour,” Bucky slurred. “Gonna play with you.”

She just hummed and closed her eyes.

A little energy nap would do them good, she knew it.

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[part two will be up soon!]

#bukcy barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagines #dadsbestfriend!bucky #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #dad's best friend bucky #dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader #peaches

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miekasa · 3 years

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random boyfriend eren hcs (modern/college au)

↯ pairing: eren jaeger x (fem) reader

↯ genres and warnings: modern/college au, himbo eren supremacy as per usual, but can you imagine eren, armin, and jean living together in one house bye

↯ notes: this is me once again trying out this headcanon format, also because i have lots of thoughts about eren (being normal) and going to college lmao

↯ more notes: sorry i have to repost this again tumblr is being dumb ://

Not a frat boy, but definitely lives by the mantra “work hard, party harder.”

Likes going out to frat parties and keggers first year, but calms down as time goes on. Sophomore year is more house parties and occasionally going downtown to clubs. By the time junior year rolls around tho, he and Jean are thee party hosts. Homecoming, Halloween, Pre-Thanksgiving break, you name it, those two have a reason to throw a party for it

But party doesn’t always mean absolute rager. Sometimes it’s just drinking with your friends, playing pong, and absolutely crushing Jean at uno.

At parties with lots of other people, Eren really doesn’t let people fuck around with you, or any of his friends really. Once almost got into a fight because he watched a guy out his hands on yours and Mikasa’s waists to “move around you.” As if.

Wears his key necklace around all the time, obviously. So he gives you a necklace with a lock on it, with both of your initials engraved on the back.

Nobody really notices it at first, since the chains are long and the necklaces are you usually tucked inside your shirts. But one day, ever the observant one, Armin catches a glimpse of yours resting on top of your shirt. Cue squinted eyes looking back and forth between you and Eren before—eureka! “You and Eren have matching necklaces!!!”

Plays sports, not for a scholarship but just for fun. Gets very pouty when you can’t make it to his games; and gets extra pouty if you show up, but you’re not wearing his jersey.

On the flip side, gets very giddy when he sees you in the stands with his jersey on and very ostentatiously scoops you up into a hug after the game is over.

Literally does not know where the library is until you show it to him. Any of them. Help him.

The worst person to study with if he doesn’t have any actual work to do. Will bother you and prefer to gossip than to let you do your work in peace. If you need an actual study buddy, you should try Mikasa.

Drunkenly hits on you a lot. Scratch that, he hits on you regardless, drunk or sober, despite the fact that you’re literally dating him already.

Literally reserves at least two nights of the week to have dinner with Armin bye and you couldn’t even interrupt them if you tried.

Waits for you outside of your classroom if you’ve had an important presentation or something. Not always with anything cheesy or loud, but just to be able to cheer you on and congratulate you after.

Hates the act of going grocery shopping, but loves going with you. Also because you force him to buy things other than Anytizers and Kraft Mac and Cheese.

Steals your hair ties and scrunchies to put his hair up. Does not fucking give them back, and denies having them, even if they’re piling up on his wrist.

Will drive you anywhere and everywhere. He is your personal Uber. Even if you don’t want him to be, he would rather die than let you get into an actual Uber—and if it’s late at night? Forget it, Eren doesn’t care if you’re 45 mins away, he’ll come get you.

After you stabbed him with your pen for drawing in your notebook (with your very pristine notes), he started leaving sticky notes inside of them instead.

They’re all super random, usually incoherent, and sometimes just drawings, and you’d never tell him, but you keep every single one.

Cuts class a lot, but not to the point where he’s failing. Just when he feels like it’s deserved, you know? Like, if he attended lecture for a class all week, he deserved to skip Friday’s lecture. As a treat.

He’s embarrassing. Endearing, but so embarrassing. Like, singing in the middle of the street embarrassing. Asking you to do a TikTok in public embarrassing. Why do you even love him.

Moves off-campus during junior year and rooms with Jean and Armin in three-bedroom house. So, he’s never actually lonely, but he’s a little crybaby and will whine to get to you to come over.

LOVES sleeping over at your place, though. Because you live with Annie and Mikasa, so your place is always clean and always smells good. Plus Mikasa and Annie are usually busy, which means you get more privacy at your place.

Mikasa honestly just starts making breakfast for Eren in the mornings when he does sleep over, and Annie is so unfazed by his presence.

Jumps at the opportunity to join in on your girls wine-night or skincare-routine night. So what if it’s him and three other girls drinking red wine with face masks on and talking about Anne Hathaway movies while playing Monopoly Deal? It leaves him pleasantly buzzed and his skin is absolutely glowing, suck his dick, Connie.

Likely doesn’t understand a thing about your major/program but listens enthusiastically when you talk about it anyways.

His lock screen is the only selfie he’s ever convinced you to take with him. (That’s okay because he has many screenshots of your snaps for safekeeping and blackmailing).

Tries to get you to exercise with him. If you’re into that, then great. If you’re not, it’s okay, he always has time to stop and take a mid-workout thirst trap to send your way. Because he’s annoying like that.

Once accidentally replied to the whole class instead of just the professor on an email asking him to be a g and bump his 89.9 to a 90. Embarrassing. (The prof did raise in the end tho, so maybe he really does have some charm to him).

Has to wear reading glasses when studying for a long time/or at his computer for a long time, and even though he doesn’t like them, you think he looks super cute in them; so he wears them more often than usual.

Calls you asking for the most obscure school supplies/stationary. “Babe, hey, you wouldn’t happen to have a spare 4x8 poster board laying around now would you?”

Mind you this is at, like, 3am, 12 hours before the poster board in question is due.

Speaking of stationary, is an absolute little shit and steals your good pens. He’s partial to the sparkly ones, if he’s being honest. They make his notes look better, fuck you, Jean.

“Eren, give me back my purple 0.4mm pen.” “I don’t know what that is, sorry.” “Eren, I can see it in your hand!”

Brings you snacks while you’re studying. If you’re really trying to crack down and be serious, he won’t even bother you. Just bring the snacks, bring you water and boba, kiss your little forehead and be on his way.

Has a polaroid camera he got as a birthday gift, and uses it to sneak pictures of you whenever you’re not looking. He keeps the good ones hung up on a sponge board in his room.

He has a few.... riskier ones too, but those are for his eyes only.

Loves to pick out your nail color when you get your nails done. Honestly gets a little pouty when you don’t ask him lmaoo

Purposely leaves his clothes around so you can wear them. Isn’t subtle about it in the slightest. Sometimes leaves them with a note: “Please wear this, you’d look cute as fuck. Thank you. —Management.”

(slightly nsfw below)

Is not too proud to ask you for risqué snaps. Not necessarily full nudes, thought he doesn’t object to those.

Will literally give you hickeys out of boredom. Will pull you onto his lap and start kissing your neck because he has nothing better to do. Also because it leads to sex 7/10 times. The other 3 times, it’s because he falls asleep with his head in your neck lmaoo

Might have once fucked you with one of his lectures playing in the background, but you’ll never tell.

He really likes phone sex. He’s shit at being quiet, so he can only really do it when Jean and Armin are out of the house, but there’s something about only being able to hear your moans to get off that really does it for him.

He’s kind of goofy and absentminded sometimes, so sometimes you’ll be mid-sex and he’ll look at you like “Hey, did you finish your assignment, it’s due tomorrow right?”

And honestly, you kinda wanna be upset, but then you start thinking—“Did I finish my assignment?” And then you realize you did and nod and he’s like “Ok, cool,” kisses your forehead and resumes where you left off.

#aot x reader #snk x reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot imagines #snk imagines #eren smut #eren fluff #levi x reader

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ssahotstuff · 2 years

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Aaron Hotchner x Camgirl PART 12

part 11 is here

spotify playlist

mood board/visuals for the fic

word count: 7.7k because i was big time slacking.

warnings include formalized s*x work, so minors DNI!!! smut, (obviously) drinking, some serious messy relationship issues, a lot of crying in this chapter in the next but i had so much fun writing the next couple parts so i promise it's worth it lmao

Aaron

I'd never seen anyone move so quickly. I'd barely had time to scramble off the bed and search for my clothes and she was already dressed and hugging the toilet in my bathroom. I had no idea what was happening, but it was so sudden that I had no clue how to react.

"Can I come in or should I stay out here?"

"Could you maybe get me a glass of water?" I barely heard her, her voice was strained, but I had no clue what I'd done, so I went to the kitchen and did as she asked, lingering on the other side of the house. When I heard her open the door and wander down the hall, I was met with the happiest face I had ever seen. She definitely didn't look like she'd just lost all of her dinner, that's for certain.

"You're... alright?"

"I'm great! I need to go to my place and brush my teeth, and the moon will be out soon," she reminded, so I grabbed the blanket from the back of my couch and followed her over to her apartment, waiting for her on the balcony while she went to the bathroom. I was praying she offered an explanation to what had just happened, and I got my wish as soon as she'd sat down.

"Have you ever had an epiphany?" I watched her curiously as she sat in front of me and leaned back, letting me wrap us in the blanket. We were leaned against the wall, watching the sky for the moon's grand appearance. Most nights it was already in the sky and she just waited for the dark and the stars. However, tonight the sky was putting on a spectacular show.

The pinks, purples and blues of the skyline paired well with her tye-dye shorts, and the moon was a shadow in the sky, but it was still a magnificent sight. She made me realize how little I actually stopped to witness the little wonders of the world. She slowed me down, made me appreciate the small things.

"Once or twice. Is that what happened?" I pulled her closer, allowing her to rest in my lap most of the way. She preferred to lay down and look at the sky, but due to how small the balcony was, it was difficult. So she would rest her head on my lap and take turns looking between me and the stars.

"I've always taken relationships with a grain of salt because most of them end horribly at some point and I know that. I've never been afraid of the unknown. I welcome it, and you know that. But I'm afraid of the day I step outside and avoid looking at your door, or avoid going in the hall because I may run into you. I don't want that to happen."

She was struggling to keep her voice steady. I ran a comforting hand through her hair and stayed quiet so she knew I was listening to her and hearing what she said.

"I really like you. You make me want to write a romantic comedy about my life where the only major dilemma is what I'm going to wear to dinner," she covered her face, and even in the dark I saw her cheeks heat up as she giggled.

It was refreshing to hear her be so honest. She was always honest and it took me a while to learn that, but she said exactly what she felt. It was intimidating at first, but the more time I spent with her I realized that she may not have ever met a genuine person in her life that wasn't after more than her body. A pang of guilt washed over me when I remembered that's how my infatuation started, and quickly grew from a spark to a raging inferno over a few short months. Now that she was here and admitting to wanting to keep me around, my heart was pounding in my chest. I hadn't felt anything for anyone that wasn't Haley in my life, and I was feeling everything with her simultaneously.

I wanted to be afraid too, but the joy outweighed the fear immensely. How could I be terrified of something so wonderful? I had no idea how much time I'd have with her, but my plan was to make each second as special as possible.

"I'm so glad you're my main character," she said softly, reaching up to cup my face with her hand. Beneath a moonless sky, she had stolen what was left of my guarded heart, and she didn't even know.

"If you're Andy, then I'm Blane."

She let out a howl of laughter at my reference and sat up abruptly, pulling me into a minty fresh kiss.

"I always thought Duckie deserved Andy, they were best friends. We're best friends, right?"

As if my heart could've swelled any more. She had no idea how quickly she'd became the best friend I'd ever had other than Haley. Even in the end we were best friends, but it was different, as it is with all relationships. Comparing them wasn't fair to either of them, because it felt drastically similar and totally opposite at the same time.

"A million percent best friends. I always want to be like this with you," I said honestly, because there was nothing I wanted more than to keep her around as long as I could.

"I'm sorry I got sick. I just came to the conclusion that I'm crazy for you," she sang the last half, imitating Madonna as best she could. It was a song she played often for me, and sang as loud as she could.

"Crazy doesn't even begin to cover it. I'm obsessed with you."

"Obsessed, huh?" She stood up, helping me to my feet. We always watched the moon from her place, and she'd lock up and follow me back to mine.

"That's what I said. Let's go cuddle and watch a movie in bed," she held my hand as I guided us to my place, grabbing her water and letting her get cozy before I shed my pants and climbed in after her. I'd never been one to sleep with the television on, but she'd watch reruns of Saved By The Bell and Full House to fall asleep to, and I really didn't mind.

"Hold me," she whispered, tossing her leg over mine, wrapping her arm around my waist. She had her own pillow in my bed, but we both ended up using mine the majority of the night.

"Goodnight, sweetheart." She was already asleep, her mouth parted slightly. She always looked so sweet when she slept, like every care in the world went away with the sunset, and tomorrow, we'd have another shot at whatever we didn't get to do today. Before I could sleep, I crept to her place, finding the notebook she kept on the counter that she wrote all of her plans down in. It was different from her diary; she'd bought it when she started mapping out her schedule for school.

Her diary seemed invasive to leave a note in, even though she'd let me skim the pages, I felt like I was violating her privacy even if my intentions were good. So, I flipped the notebook open, knowing I'd be at work long before she'd be back to see it. I wanted her to have it for when she started her day, even though she'd stay with me through the morning and until I left.

To the sweetest girl I know, One of your favorite movies talks about how you don't have to understand things, you just have to have faith in destiny. I don't know if I've believed in it until now. If I'm with you, I'm where I'm supposed to be. You're the most fearless woman alive, and I'm so grateful I get to spend my sunrises & my sunsets with you. Thank you for being exactly who you're meant to be.

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Aaron was always making coffee when you woke up, and he always made it exactly how you liked it. You'd smelled it brewing and padded down the hall, finding him in front of the foyer mirror putting on his tie. You tiptoed behind him, snaking your hands around his waist, hugging him from behind.

"I'm gonna miss you today," you mumbled against his shirt before he even had time to tell you good morning. Like most days, the clouds were looming outside and the sudden threat of a storm seemed inevitable. You could hear the weatherman on the tv in the living room, something he did every morning before work. That's how he'd known to give you the umbrella.

"I... I honestly thought about taking a sick day. Technically you did get sick yesterday, and what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't at least work from here so I could keep an eye on you?" He turned to face you, returning your hug and kissing your head. You wanted to tell him to go to work, but if he could manage to get things done and stay home, you wouldn't complain either.

"I don't want to sway you to play hooky, but I am feeling rather sick now that I hear what the weatherman is saying," you tried to tune out the promise of thunderstorms and high winds planning to last the entirety of the day.

"I'll still have to go in and grab some paperwork to bring back here. An hour, maximum," he promised, and so you sat on the couch with your coffee to wait on him to return. You made the short walk to your apartment, grabbing your diary, stopping in your tracks when you spotted a single sheet of paper on the counter.

Aaron had left you a note.

You scanned the page until your eyes filled with tears, knowing he'd done it after you'd fallen asleep the night before. He wouldn't have had time to do it otherwise. It may have seemed like a simple note to anyone else, but it was much more than that.

It was starting to rain, which meant there would be no sunrise. Aaron had made sure you were still able to start the day with something bright, and that meant more than any sunrise so far. Instead of folding it, you slid it between the very first entry you'd ever written about him once you realized who he was and could put a name with his face, so you'd always have a little memento of the shy guy that was your faceless neighbor only 3 weeks prior, only to be a man you shared a bed with on a regular basis.

You'd been questioning whether the butterflies and how your relationship with him felt was because of destiny or if you'd simply moved too quickly with someone you'd just met. But no amount of time with him, or without, would ever change how whole you felt having him in your life. You'd debated seeing how he felt about it, jotting a quick note in your journal to mention it when he was done with work later.

You had a bad habit of writing out questions to ask him and bombarding him all at once, so you tried to keep it simple with one a day, if he was feeling up to being especially chattery, 3 or 4. Some days, you didn't even have to be nosy, he'd just tell you about things you'd been too afraid to ask, like he'd sensed your apprehension.

He'd told you about his ex wife the first night you spent on his couch, and how tragically she'd passed. He'd told you about how he struggled to fill the shoes of fatherhood, but finally felt like he was getting somewhere when he made the decision to work from the office instead of in the field. He had always been open, even the night of the banquet when he told you he was already falling in love with you.

Your heart had nearly stopped beating, but it was only because you hadn't heard his words, but felt them with your body, blanketing you in infatuation. He'd been truly out of sorts that night; hearing why made you understand more clearly. It had been quick after that for him, and he didn't hide it. He was calling in sick all because of a storm; he had it just as bad as you.

When he arrived back home, he was missing his briefcase and his tie, his shoes coming off at the door.

"Change of plans. They felt so bad that I was taking a sick day that I don't have a single thing to do today other than spend time with you." He was already unbuttoning his shirt, shedding it and his pants to climb on the couch with you. The rain was coming down hard, you'd pulled your furniture in off the balcony as well as Aaron's before the storm had started.

"I was going to make breakfast," you told him, standing up to browse through his fridge. He tried to follow you, but you told him to find something to watch so he could spend his sick day the proper way.

You made an omelette for him, opting for cereal for yourself as you joined him in watching Ancient Aliens. He always watched it if it was on, captivated by the theories and by the evidence found hidden away. You loved watching him enjoy television; he never calmed down enough to pay attention to the more mundane things. Even when he was with you, he often sat in bed working on cases, or at the table while you wrote in your diary. You worked together often; it was different for you, because it was casual on your end. The way he held his pen, occasionally tapping it against the wooden table before jotting down notes, was fascinating to watch. He would be so focused on his work that he wouldn't realize his tongue was between his teeth, so deep in concentration that he didn't care.

He was like that now, honed in on the idea of burial sites of the aliens, savoring every bite of his breakfast as you watched him from your peripheral vision. He was thrilled to have a second day off in a week, it was evident by the way he'd came in. Even in New York he made time to work a little everyday. You knew today that wouldn't be the case, even if he spent the rest of the week making up for it.

"I love your cooking," he kissed your head, heading towards the kitchen with his plate and your empty bowl. He was rinsing the dishes off when a loud clap of thunder rattled the apartment, and you made a beeline for where he was standing in the kitchen. He caught you just before you slipped on the linoleum, his first instinct to put himself between you and the window.

"I got you, it's just a little thunder," he assured you, and you gasped when another thunderous boom came shortly after. This time, the power flickered before going out entirely, the buzz of a transformer blowing in the distance causing you to push further into Aaron's chest.

"If you would've went to work, I would be locked in the closet right now," you laughed nervously, and his eyes lit up with an idea. His office was the equivalent to your closet, with no windows, tucked between the bathroom and bedroom. You followed him inside, shining your phone around the room. There was a loveseat in the corner that he sat you on while he searched expertly for a candle and matches, lighting it up and sitting it on his desk near the middle of the room. It barely lit up three feet surrounding the desk, but it was enough to make you a little less nauseous.

"We can stay here until the power comes back. How do you normally distract yourself when it storms?"

You could hear the hail pounding against the roof, Aaron pulling you into his lap and hugging your waist. Storms were never something you enjoyed, but he was making your worries ease slightly. You were still anxious, but he held you close, leaning into your neck, brushing your chin with his nose. The comfort he brought was like a heating blanket; it made you warm and it made you feel at home.

"I sing show-tunes. We're not doing that today," you chuckled, calming down a little when the hail subsided for the most part. Aaron still clung tightly to you, running his hand over your hair.

"Oh, so that's why you sing the Chicago soundtrack so loud. Lots of practice," he kissed your cheek, his hands falling to your hips. He gave you a gentle squeeze, tracing your figure with his fingertips before slipping his hands beneath your shirt. He rubbed small circles on your back, massaging gently until you were hunched over and laying on his shoulder.

"Feels good," you squeaked, letting your eyes close. He applied a small amount of pressure, enough to work at some of the kinks in your back and make you audibly moan at the relief your body felt. You'd paid for massages before, but this was better by far. It was the man of your dreams working double time to make sure you didn't have time to dwell on the storm outside, no matter what.

"You may be more tense than me. It's okay, sweetheart. Try to relax a little," he lifted your shirt over your head and laid it beside him, inhaling sharply when he discovered you weren't wearing a bra. He stayed focused, hands working to ease some of the stress and tension in your shoulders.

"It's the stupid storm," you whined, feeling silly for being so terrified of a little rain and wind, but Aaron understood, and made sure you knew that he'd always keep you safe.

"I know. When the power comes back on, we'll watch Dirty Dancing and we'll order food," he promised, and you shook your head.

"We can cook. It's pouring. I don't want a delivery driver out in this," you told him, earning a chuckle and then a kiss to your head immediately after.

"You're sweet. Very sweet." His voice was so soft with you now in comparison to how he was the first night he invited you over. He still wanted to sound like the bossier, more rugged version of himself then, but over the weeks, that had melted away. He trusted you, enough to be himself to his core and let you witness it.

You kissed his jaw, just below his ear, dragging your lips over his skin. You felt the goosebumps prickle up beneath your touch, his hands coming to a halt at your ass. He contemplated for a split second before grabbing it and squeezing, moaning into your mouth as he kissed you gently. His tongue slipped past your parted lips and moved delicately against your own as you weaved your hands into his hair, still shocked that he could barely touch you and have you burning up for him. It was stuffy in his powerless apartment, both of you shedding clothes partly because of the summer heat, but mostly so you could be close to him in the most intimate way.

"Have we ever had sex in the dark?" You had to think about it once he'd asked, but you couldn't recall a time that you'd ever been in total darkness together romantically. Now, with his skin against yours and your fingers blindly feeling for one another, you were curious about all the fun you could have with the lights off.

"We haven't. There's a lot of things we haven't done yet that I'd like to try," you told him, letting your voice drop lower than normal as you grazed your nails against the flesh of his arms, loving how he shivered beneath you. His hands met the back of your neck, bringing your mouth to his in the greediest possible way. As he swirled his tongue in your mouth, he lined himself up with you, gliding his cock through your arousal, teasing your slit with his tip. You whimpered, rolling your hips against him to try to get him to quit teasing and fuck you.

"We'll try them all right now if you want," he took your moment of deliberation to slam into you, chuckling lowly when you gripped his shoulders for stability. He let his dick slide out of you entirely before he did it again, the pounding of his thrusts bouncing off the walls of his office.

"Later. Right now, let me ride you," you panted, using your hand to guide him to your entrance so you could sink down on him. He shuddered, his whole body shaking at how quickly you were able to work his dick, using the back of the couch to hold onto as he buried his face in your tits. You felt his tongue latch on to your nipple momentarily, sucking it between his teeth before he bit it lightly. You almost prayed he didn't ever stop his sexy assault on your chest, your movements becoming messier with each flick and nibble of his mouth.

He continued to leave a trail of sloppy kisses until he reached your other breast, repeating his previous actions while he held you still on top of him. You could feel him pulsing inside of you and you were aching to move your hips, even if it was just for a second. He sensed your neediness, his fingers quickly spreading you open while he brushed his thumb across your clit.

"Something about barely being able to see you is so fucking hot," the heat of his mouth had you quivering, tilting his face to meet your mouth. You could faintly make out the outline of his body, but his face was hidden in the dark. It reminded you of how you felt before you knew what he looked like, all of his details blurred by the flickering shadows dancing against the wall.

"Everything about you is hot to me," you admitted, pinning his wrists at his sides. You expected him to fight back, or at least resist a little. He didn't, not even slightly. He went limp, sighing heavily as he sank further into the cushions.

"Use me," he rasped, so you didn't waste a second of time. You were drenched and able to take him with ease, swirling around the tip of his cock, your eyes fluttering closed. His hands were still held firmly under yours, though he'd never resist you bossing him around. You loved being on top of him, being able to control the pace of every stroke of his dick inside of you made you mad for him. You had never had anyone buried so deeply inside of you; it was almost too much for you to handle. You'd had good sex before Aaron, or so you thought.

You'd never been with anyone who fucked like him. His primary goal always was you: your body, your pleasure, and making sure you knew how special you were. Now that you actually believed his words, they were like music to your ears; you wanted to put them in your shower playlist and listen to them every morning.

His voice sent sparks through you, and sometimes you wondered how the people he worked with ever got anything done with him around. You'd catch yourself replaying his words in your head before you responded to him quite often, not because you weren't paying attention. You'd get distracted. He was the object of every fantasy you could imagine, from picnics in the park to darker, more sensual desires. He was the cause of every sinful thought to cross your mind.

He may have looked powerless, especially now when he was pleading with you not to stop fucking him, but he was anything but. Despite the way he let you show one tiny display of dominance, he'd always be the one in charge.

Your orgasm had been building since he told you to use him, but you refused to cum without him. You'd been waiting patiently for a time when you could finish together, considering it didn't happen often.

"I'm close sweetheart, I need you to cum," he pulled his hands from your grasp so he could toy with your clit. His usual delicate touch was replaced by the need to give you what you wanted, an expertly administered amount of pressure on your clit and a gentle hand pressing on your lower stomach. It was a new but welcome sensation and it was driving you crazy. The hand that was pressing on your abdomen flew to your face and brought your forehead to rest against his, both of you slick with sweat as you came together.

There was still a lot of sexual tension, but the room was considerably cooler than before. For a moment, you just sat close to him, breathing him in. His arms were secured around you, head in the crook of your neck. His chest was heaving against yours, the two of you still trying to calm down.

"The power is back on. I hear the tv," his voice was gravelly as he cleared his throat, so you slowly climbed off of him so he could get dressed. He lifted his hips and pulled up his pants before reaching behind him to turn on the lamp. His hair was a disheveled mess on his head, but he looked properly fucked, that's for sure. He scanned your body before meeting your eyes, like he needed to make sure you were still there once he'd turned on the light.

"I could use a nap," he whispered, tugging you upright. He was already dressed, his back turned away from you as he pulled his shirt on. He was acting the opposite of how you felt; you wanted to reach out and tell him that you loved him because something had changed for you in the last 24 hours. But he was already walking out of the room, having blown out the candle, leaving you standing in the dark.

Something was bothering him, but you weren't sure what. He was serious about napping, because he was already in the bed, clutching the pillow you normally slept with. Usually you would have climbed in after him, but you gave him his space, knowing that he'd talk to you when he woke up, if he was ready.

You made your way to the couch to waste time while Aaron slept, mindlessly flipping through the channels while you made a mental list of anything that you could have possibly done to upset him. He'd taken the day off work just to spend with you, and now he was being distant. You hated how cold he could get with no warning, and how he could go hours without talking to you. It hurt your feelings more than anything; you couldn't imagine being so guarded that you hurt people, even if it was unintentional.

Aaron slept the day away, so about an hour before you knew Jack would be arriving, you went back to your apartment. If he wanted to talk, it would have to be later. You figured he just needed to recuperate from being around you so much. You'd been inseparable for days, so you were afraid of wearing out your welcome too quickly. You made dinner and turned on your music, but not loud enough to disturb Aaron before he was ready to wake up. You cleaned a little, trying to distract yourself from every bad thought that crossed your mind.

Usually whatever he was upset about was obvious. He got frustrated a lot, but unless you knew what his version of that looked like, you'd never recognize it. It was subtle: he'd clench his jaw, his knuckles would go white, and he'd go completely silent. He'd put as much space between you and him as he could, and he'd stay away until he was ready. Whether you were ready or not didn't matter; you dealt with it anyway. You weren't going to try to change him, and sometimes him walking away was a better alternative to arguing.

You were grateful that he wouldn't argue with you, but him ignoring you made you so on edge that distracting yourself felt like the only alternative.

✨✨✨

You knew Jack was gone, and had been for an hour. You were on your second glass of wine when you heard him tell his son he'd see him tomorrow and close his door, leaving you to wonder. Part of you wished that you weren't neighbors when he got in moods like this, because it made things awkward. You were afraid to go out on the balcony because if he was out there too, he'd think you were pressuring him to talk to you, and that never went well.

You went outside anyway, dragging your chair back outside now that the rain had passed. You traded your wine glass for the bottle, leaving your phone and your diary on the couch. You'd read every page since the day you met Aaron in the park on your first glass of Chardonnay, and by the time you made it to the second glass, you were reading through your old texts, praying he'd send you a message to come over.

You felt shitty. You felt like you were building someone up that had the ability to make you crumble every time he gave you the cold shoulder. You'd told him how he made you feel, and how you felt for him, and even though he said he felt the same, he wasn't acting like he did.

You could see the tv reflecting against his patio door, and you were glad you'd bought all those beautiful fake plants to sit behind instead of the chair. They were the perfect camouflage so you could cry into your hands, expelling all the negative emotions that had built up since the last time you'd been out here doing the exact same thing. You loved a good cry, and even though you were having a pity party now, you'd feel great afterwards. You always did.

The good feeling never came. The weight never lifted from your shoulders, it felt like a ton of bricks when you saw his lights go out. He was perfectly capable of just leaving you to be alone with your misery. That infuriated you.

It was barely 9 pm on a Thursday night, and you knew every bar in town would be full this close to the weekend during summer. The closest one was a pub about a mile walk uptown, but it was dark, so you ordered an Uber and got ready, securing your hair away from your face with a headband and pulling on the comfiest pair of jeans you owned and leaving on your college girl sweatshirt. You closed the door softly behind you and took the elevator down to the parking garage. You'd only stepped out and spotted Aaron's SUV when you realized he was inside, and he wasn't alone.

It was your turn to walk off and leave him wondering. You only saw the outline of a body, too big for Jack, but unidentifiable otherwise. You didn't want to know, you saw your Uber dead ahead and you were climbing in before he could even register what had happened.

Any other time you would have chatted with the driver, but you were only going 4 minutes up the road, so you silenced your phone from any incoming calls or texts and impatiently tapped your foot until you pulled up to Jenny's Pub. You thanked the driver and tipped well, walking into the dimly lit area that was filled with cigarette smoke. It reminded you of Clarice's house growing up, and it made you sick. You made a beeline for the bar, ordering a glass of wine and a bottle of water before you wandered out to the patio. There were a handful of people spread out, talking and laughing, generally having a decent time.

You were not, and it wasn't because you'd caught Aaron being sneaky, but you'd checked your phone and he hadn't even tried to call, nor had he texted you. You sent him a single message, the thumbs up emoji that he loved to use to signify the conversation was over, even if you didn't want it to be. You were pissed enough to pull out your phone and call David Rossi, just to make sure he wasn't with Aaron.

"There's no way you're cooking this late," he answered on the first ring, his voice upbeat but worried at the same time.

"Are you with Aaron?"

"I'm not. Is everything okay?"

You sighed, upset you didn't know more about who he could possibly be with. Dave was the only person that you knew mutually, and he kept his other colleagues private.

"Everything's fine. I'm sorry I bothered you so late, Dave."

"Everything doesn't sound fine."

Aaron would be furious at the fact that you unloaded every insecurity you'd had in the last 12 hours on his best friend, but you didn't care. Aaron was the only friend you had that would actually listen and offer helpful advice, but calling him wasn't a possibility anymore. Almost half an hour of venting had passed and you weren't feeling any better about the situation. Dave really was trying, but without knowing why he was mad, neither of you could find a solution.

"My advice? Get drunk. Get some sleep. Act like him for a little while. Men hate that."

You couldn't even begin to put yourself in Aaron's shoes, so that wasn't helpful. You pretended like it was and promised him that you'd try to have a decent time, hanging up the phone. The patio had cleared out, everyone heading inside once the air started to get chilly. You stayed in your spot, wine swirling in your glass. You didn't have the heart to get drunk and forget about what was going on; drinking was making your mind race. Paying for another Uber seemed silly, so you searched for your keys to use between your fingers on the walk home. You patted down your pockets three times, waiting for your keys to appear, and when they didn't, you cursed out loud on the sidewalk before dialing Aaron's number.

Straight to voicemail.

Your landlord didn't unlock doors after ten pm, so unless Aaron answered before you made it home, you were screwed. You continued trying to call him as you walked uptown, but when you realized he was probably anywhere in the world but at home, you gave up. His car was still in the parking garage, so you were furious the entire time you were in the elevator. You checked your door, and it was definitely locked. You wanted to bang on his to get your key, but making a scene seemed even more useless than calling him over and over. You slumped to the ground outside of your door and leaned your head against the wall. You wanted to sleep in your bed, and forget the entire day had happened. You opted for closing your eyes against the hard wood, letting the tears stream down your face without any shame.

You could have been hurt, or worse, but he wasn't fucking ready to have a conversation, so you were preparing to sleep in the hallway. You tried calling him one last time, hearing the shrill ring through his door that was promptly ended on his end, followed by the sound of his footsteps retreating from the living room to the opposite end of the house.

You were livid. Livid didn't even begin to describe it. You were so angry that you were willing to wake the entire floor in order to get his attention. You took a deep breath, pulling out your phone that was on the fast track to being out of battery. You found a hotel three blocks away online and started the journey on foot, singing out loud to yourself the entire way. You were trying to raise your spirits and keep yourself from being terrified all at once. You were contemplating which route to take and drunkenly belting Total Eclipse of The Heart when you felt a pair of eyes on you from above, and then heard them yell shortly after.

"No one wants to hear Bonnie Tyler at 11 pm! Shut the fuck up!" You couldn't see whoever it was on the balcony next to Aaron's, but you knew who lived in that apartment. He avoided you mostly, but it was dark and you doubted he could see your face.

"Fuck you, buddy! It's dark and I'm scared and I just want to go to sleep! I'm locked out and if I don't sing, I'll cry so mind your FUCKING business and let me sing my song!"

You waited for him to tell you he was calling the cops, but he didn't. Instead he quickly apologized and told you that you had a lovely singing voice.

"I live two doors down from you, can I jump from your balcony over so I can get inside? I locked myself out."

You were standing in the street under a street lamp so he could see that you weren't just a strange person trying to get in his house. When he recognized you, he was hesitant to agree with your plan to jump.

"I dunno, the dude next door is kind of a prick. He won't like you jumping on his porch. I have... I have a rope?"

Great. Drunken parkour sounded like a hoot. He tossed you the rope and quickly returned inside so he didn't witness your demise, so you lined yourself up with your balcony and tried to toss the rope up.

You tried for thirty minutes after, until your hands were scratched from the fibers and you were crying in frustration. It was no use. Your phone was dead, the rope idea was not a good one, and you were exhausted. You'd had the bright idea to call a locksmith as soon as your phone went out, leaving you no choice but to try to play James Bond to get in. In a final fit of desperation, you tossed the rope as hard as you could, whooping loudly when it looped through one of the railings and came back down the other side.

Now it was time for the fun part. You were trying to decide what would be the least life-threatening way to climb up when someone whistled loudly at you. You looked around, but the street was empty, so you looked up.

"What are you doing?" He sounded so calm, almost amused as he leaned over the balcony and looked down at you. The smirk on his face was replaced by pure guilt when he saw you, tears streaming down your face. You felt ridiculous, but you hoped he felt even worse.

"I need my key back. Toss it down," you'd nearly cried your voice out, but you knew he heard you by the way he couldn't stop running his hands through his hair. He was already calculating how to fix what he'd done, but you were in no mood to listen to it, at least not until morning.

"I'm coming down, let me get dressed."

"NO, Aaron. I don't want you to come down here. I want to go to my apartment and go to bed. I've called you at least twenty times. Just give me my key," you were sobbing drunkenly on the sidewalk, begging your boyfriend to let you inside your apartment. It was a sight that would make any innocent bystander question their sanity.

Your key hit the pavement, followed by his door slamming. You sniffled all the way to your bedroom before flopping down on the covers, kicking your shoes off and burying your head in your pillows. Even your bed smelled like him; you fled to the couch at the realization.

✨✨✨

Another skipped sunrise had you on the couch the majority of the morning. You hadn't charged your phone, but you knew Aaron hadn't tried to get ahold of you. You heard him start his day like usual and head to work, his footsteps carrying him past your door without a second thought.

Someone had been with him last night. Someone important enough to keep a secret. He didn't have any ex girlfriends that he talked about, but if he was innocent, he'd have no problem explaining, and he hadn't even tried.

You hadn't even been fighting. You thought things were fine. Clearly, you were wrong. You had already made plans to go live and get some work done later in the day, so you peeled off your clothes and took a musicless shower for the first time in years. Your head was pounding, and music was the last thing on your mind.

With your towel still wrapped around your body, you plugged in your phone and waited for it to power on before you got dressed. As you suspected, he hadn't tried to get ahold of you. Dave had sent you several messages though.

Dave: Are you okay? Dave: Can you pencil me in for lunch? 1pm? Dave: How drunk did you get last night?

Not drunk enough. Where's lunch?

He sent you an address, and you managed to get a cab fairly quick. By the time you found the Italian place he'd chosen, your stomach was rumbling and your hands were shaking from nerves. The host led you to the table, Dave already waiting for you. He gave you a once-over before instructing you to sit.

"Acting like him didn't go so well?"

You fixed your coffee to your liking and shook your head, rehashing the events from the night before like you were one of Charlie's Angels. He kept an amused expression the entire time, but you could tell he felt bad.

"First of all, you need to super glue your keys to your forehead."

You genuinely laughed for the first time since shit had hit the fan. You didn't have a lot of friends that would help cheer you up, and you hadn't expected one of them to also be your boyfriend's best pal.

"Tell me about it. He's pretty good at secrets, huh?" Your food arrived before he could answer, and his phone rang immediately after, so he stood and excused himself but told you to eat without him. You tried to wait, but he'd ordered for you, and the summer salad special hadn't disappointed. He joined you once he was finished on the phone, asking a server nearby if he could pull up another chair.

"Do you have any objections to Aaron joining us? He was on the phone but he doesn't know you're here. Might give you a redemption shot at acting like him."

You really didn't want to see him unless he had an explanation for you, but you kept your mouth shut and told Dave it was fine.

He looked even worse than you did, if that was possible. The circles under his eyes were prominent despite how much he'd slept the day before, and they were glassy, like he'd been crying.

Good. He deserved to be sad, as sad as he'd made you. He sat down next to you without a glance in your direction, thanking Dave for lunch.

"It's no trouble. But lunch comes at a price. I'm leaving, but you two are staying right here until you sort out whatever this is," he pointed his finger between the two of you, and you sighed heavily. You knew it couldn't be avoided, you just had no clue Dave was so hell bent on the two of you working things out.

"Dave, this isn't your place," Aaron started, but Dave put up his hand to silence him.

"I'm just trying to make sure two of my friends don't throw away the opportunity to be happy. We have 4 failed attempts at love between the two of us, Aaron. Don't make it 5."

Aaron put his head down until Dave walked away, and you stayed quiet. You wanted to let him have his chance to explain before you started accusing. You picked at your salad and ignored him like he'd been doing you.

"Why'd you leave last night?" His tone was icy, you felt like a child being scolded for going out after curfew.

"Are you mad that I left, or are you upset that I saw you being shady?"

He turned his body towards you, his hands balled up in fists on his lap. He was guilty as sin and he knew it, so he was trying to throw the blame on you for leaving.

"I wasn't being shady. I don't have to inform you of every move I make, and if I don't answer your call the first time, don't keep calling."

You stared back at him blankly, because the man in front of you would never speak to you like this on a regular day. You wanted to be upset but you tried to sympathize with him anyway because you could tell something was really bothering him.

"I'm going to give you the opportunity to tell me what's bothering you, and why you're taking it out on me. You can either tell me like a normal person, or we can go back to being neighbors. It's your call," you said flatly, watching the blood drain from his face at your words. Oh, he was mad.

"If I wanted to talk, I would have answered the phone when you called the first hundred times," he rolled his eyes before turning back towards his food. As promised, you slid his spare key off your key ring and sat it on his napkin before you stood up and walked outside. You wanted him to call your bluff about going back to being neighbors, but he didn't seem too worried about you staying, because he didn't follow you.

Falling in love sucked.

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angelguk · 4 years

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→ i could be enough — a jeongguk scenario

member: jeon jeongguk

word count: 3.3k

genre: smut + stoner!jk + very in love jk + very in love oc + i like pining aus i think that’s clear now lmao + pwp honestly + sumbody needs to admit there damn feelings GOD + fwbs au

warnings: oral sex (f receiving and m receiving ) / unprotected sex / creampie / handjob / sub!gukkie for a bit / rawing it for the first time hehe / drug usage (a lil weed) / not edited bare with me

soundtrack: apocalypse, cigarettes after sex

It feels different tonight. Jeongguk can’t pinpoint it but he knows that something in his small universe has shifted. Even the weed that settles in his lungs feels different, burning low in the back of his throat every time he sneaks a drag from the joint that sits between his fingertips. The change doesn’t alarm him though, nothing can – not when he has this gentle buzz simmering in his blood. He doesn’t even realise his eyes have fluttered closed until you turn the handle on his bathroom door and step into his room, the white light that floods his dark room blinding. He blinks into it, cheeks unreasonably room and the heartbeat bruising his ribs dangerous. There’s something angelic about the way your flit into his room, the shirt you’d stolen from his closet gingerly billowing around your frame. But then you shut the door, halting the glow that illuminates your figure and Jeongguk is left wondering why his palms are clammy.

“Why are you half-naked?” You murmur, the slur in your words making his heart skip. And then you’re crawling on top of him, situating yourself neatly over the bulge in his pants that Jeongguk wasn’t fully aware of until your heat surrounds it, and he swears his heart stops. He takes another hit before he discards the joint on the edge of his ashtray, hoping the rush that flows through his body calms his nerves a little. It doesn’t.

“I was hot,” He eventually retorts, brain slow and his mouth dry. If it was pressed against yours it wouldn’t be. And when your boldly run your fingertips along the dark inking that lines his skin, Jeongguk nearly leans over and does it. But something holds him back, a funny weight sitting on his chest. You’re not close like that – not close enough to just want to kiss each other whenever you’re yearning too. Your relationship is strictly just smoking up together, which sometimes has led to fumbling in the sheets because you get horny when you’re high and Jeongguk finds you too pretty to say no. But never just kissing.

Jeongguk doesn’t know why he wants to just kiss you.

He blames it on the weed. (He knows it’s not because of the weed).

But to satiate the need that consumes his heart he settles his hands on your waist, choking back a low groan when you roll your hips into him, the friction almost sinful. He never gets hard this quick but something about you wearing his shirt, sitting so obediently on his lap and the remnants of your smoke session filling his room is doing something to him. And he’s not opposed to it at all.

He spaces out again, brain fuzzy because you haven’t stopped slowly grinding against him. He can hear you faintly humming to the song drifting from his speakers, the print of your warm hands on his skin intoxicating. It’s easy to lose himself in this moment, his hands already wandering further down, gripping your hips tight. The tiny gasp that leaves his mouth when he bucks up and feels the dampness leaking from your core happens out of his control. It shuts down his brain for a moment, because you feel perfect like this, dripping all over him like you’re his.

He bits back that thought swiftly, though. Because you’re not his.

And yet when you lean into his space, his hands cupping your ass and your chest gingerly brushing against his own, Jeongguk really wishes you were his.

“I’m hungry.” You whisper it into the side of his neck, the smile on your lips pressing into his skin.

“I – uh – I’ve got food in the fridge? Or we could order something? Whatever you want – I’ll pay.” He already gives you free weed but free food couldn’t hurt, right? He reasons it out with the sex even though he knows he shouldn’t. But that’s beside the point, he just wants to treat you a little bit if he’s being honest with himself.

“Not for that,” You softly reply, abruptly shifting away and Jeongguk has to physically stop himself from pulling you back into his space, sudden anxiety weighing over him. But that’s wiped away when your lips meet his and he feels himself melt, bones fusing together and his heart pounding frenetically in the cage of his chest. Your lips feel perfect on his, gentle and tasting faintly of the chap-stick you’d borrowed from him earlier. There’s also the faint aftertaste of weed on your tongue but he genuinely couldn’t care less because he knows he tastes the same. And also his dick is so hard that it’s making it impossible for him to thread together a simple coherent thought that doesn’t dissolve into nothing with every small moan that slips from your mouth into his.

He could die happy like this. High, with a pretty girl he thinks he just might be falling in love with kissing him. Yeah, he really could die happy like this.

You’re the one that pins him down and marks his skin. He prefers it like this – when you take control and use him how you want too. You’ve never really had that conversation but you’re too perceptive to not note down what turns Jeongguk into a blubbering mess whenever you end up in situations like this. And he’s unusually responsive when you take advantage of him like this. Like he needs you to want him. You can’t help but cup his bulge as you paint his neck purple and red, the weight of his cock in your palm turning your brain off. He’s already hard, dick twitching with every slight touch you give him. You decide then, that you want him in your mouth.

Jeongguk doesn’t question it, jolting when you press a kiss against his happy trail before tugging at the band of his grey sweats. His hips rise and he helps you shuck them off, sighing gently when his cock is finally freed, sitting heavy against the line of his abs. That sigh turns into a groan when you take him into your hands, stroking gently, your mouth inches away from length. You toy with him like that, the dry rub of your hands unpleasant but also irresistible. It’s only when he locks your gaze, that you give in, reading the want in his dark eyes.

“Please.” It sounds breathless even to him, the plea tumbling from his mouth when you finally settle your lips around his length, cheeks hollow as you sink down on him. It’s the heat of your mouth that does him in, the firm press of your tongue trailing around his cock intoxicating. You take him in so well, the slightest gag around his tip driving his hips up and up, slipping deeper down your throat because you look so pretty with his dick in your mouth. He watches you swallow him with a heat burning through his system, gaze trained on the way his cock disappears down your throat.

The cave in his stomach happens quick, his balls already tight with the promise of his release as you work your mouth around him. It’s the tremor in his thighs that lets you know and when you pop off his length, mouth wet, Jeongguk whines. He whines, actually whines, a low needy sound that slips into the room. The sight makes your head spin. He looks incredible like this, cheeks flushed and his dark curls slipping around his head. You can’t help but take him in your hand again, the twitch of his cock against your palm setting off something in your core. There’s a pulse between your legs that’s demanding attention. But your eyes can’t leave Jeongguk, watching with strange contentment as he bucks up into your hand, the weight of his length making your grip tighten.

“God – ngh!” He takes it so well, a slight arch in his back as he raises his hips in search of friction. The rising of his chest shifts you forward, eyes locked on his honey gaze. The press your press onto his lips is all heat and want and desire, and yet somehow, it’s gentle. Slow in the way he moulds himself against you, the groans that echo in his chest falling into your mouth. When you break away, Jeongguk chases it, pink petal lips not wanting to lose the taste of your tongue on his. “Please.” There it is again, that little word that drifts from his mouth. It makes your heart twist in your chest.

“Please what?” You return, hand still swiftly working around his length.

“Wanna cum,” Jeongguk murmurs, breath short. “Please – oh fuck! Wanna cum so bad.”

You kiss him again, not thinking about how your core tightened at his confession. The negligence to your own needs is doing your head in.

“Tell me you’ve got condoms,” You state when you finally separate your lips from his. Jeongguk barely functioning, blinking a few times before swiftly twists to reach for his bedside table. You give him the space to look for it, wiping away the slick coating your hand on his sheets. The shirt you stole from his closet gets yanked off next, and you don’t wait for Jeongguk to fumble around with your undergarments, stripping them off yourself too. It’s only after you’re tossed all your clothes off that you notice him still rummaging through his drawers, a frustrated huff floating through the air as he tosses an empty condom box onto the ground.

“Fuck.” He murmurs it into the quiet air, rolling round to face you. The look he gives you afterwards is sheepish, the tinge in his cheeks rouge and a hand running through his mussed curls.

“Really?” You can’t help the incredulity that taints your tone.

“Yeah – fuck I’m sorry. I had no idea I was out. We could something else – if you want too.” You’re too wound up to respond, the heat pooling between your legs drawing your attention to his hard cock laying neatly on his abs. It wouldn’t hurt to ask, would it? But Jeongguk is already talking – reading your silence for something else. “I mean, only if you want to of course! We could just 69 or something or – or I could just get you off. If that’s what you want, I mean.”

“That’s not what I want,” You reply, picking up on the strange emotion that falls over his features. “I just – I don’t want that right now,” You attempt to amend, but there’s still something strange about the way he nods in agreement, hesitantly running his tongue across his lips. “Are you clean?” You try again. Jeongguk pauses, staring at you for a moment before he responds.

“Yes, why? Are you clean?”

“Yeah. And I’m on birth control.”

It dawns on him a second later, and there’s a tangible shift in the air around you.

“Wait, you s-sure? Like sure sure?” Jeongguk swallows hard, but you don’t miss the way his dick jumps at the idea.

“Absolutely,” You say it firmly, hoping it’ll erase the apprehension that emits from him. “Now, please come here and fuck me before I explode from sexual frustration.”

Your back hits his mattress a second later, a small surprised giggle falling from your mouth as Jeongguk knocks your legs open, making space for himself there. The giggle evaporates into a choked out moan when his fingers fall onto your cunt, thumb toying with your clit in swift circular motions. He teases it, grinning when you squirm a little, before he drifts down, two fingers sinking into your heat without hesitation. It’s heavenly, the way he curls them up as he snaps them into you, sure movements that have you unknowingly balling the sheets that surround you into your fists. It doesn’t help that you’re wetter than you thought you were, slick immediately coating your inner thighs as Jeongguk fucks you open. It must surprise him too because he slows his moments, purposefully watching the way his fingers sink into you, the darkness in his gaze burning through you.

“God,” He says it with wonder, dropping down to get a better view of your cunt. “How are you so wet?”

His tongue meets your clit before you can spit out a remark, the words that once sat on your tongue reduced to helpless sounds that flood his room. He presses a palm flat against your thigh a second later, holding you down firmly, his wet tongue dipping into your floods with intent. Your fingers settle into the mess of his hair when his tongue replaces the fingers that were pounding into you, a broken cry of his name slipping from your lips. Jeongguk eats that up – literally, tongue fucking deep into your hole and the tip of his nose nudging against your clit. It has your toes curling, the way he licks up your slick like he needs it. You only push him away because it’s too much and not enough all at once. When he glances up, soft curls tumbling into his face, and his mouth glimmering with your wetness, you let the fire building in your core consume you.

“Need you,” You whisper, pawing at him until he’s resting over you, his hands gripping the back of your thighs. You let him fold you like this, the occasional brush of his cock against you setting your skin ablaze. Jeongguk sighs, pressing a brief kiss onto your cheek. It’s just a flash of his warm mouth printing on your skin but it leaves you breathless, pliant underneath him as he settles himself were you need him most. It makes you indulge, for a moment – that this is more than just hormones and convenience. But you don’t try to linger on it, ripping yourself from that gentle fantasy that yearns to reveal itself. You instead focus on the way Jeongguk lines himself up with your core, the tip nudging you open until he just gives in, sinking deep into your heat in one swift motion. Your brain gives up then, the stretch of him inside of you dangerously heady.

Jeongguk’s not thinking either. He’s trying to empty his mind of everything because if he focuses on the heat that surrounds him or how you’re dripping over his cock or even the tiny gasp that fell from your mouth when he slipped in or the tiny flutters of your walls around his bare length – he will cum. He’s not even joking. The tightness in his gut is a dead giveaway, abs clenching when you squirm underneath him, somehow shifting him deeper inside of you. Maybe it’s the weed but he’s buzzing, body a live-wire for your touch. He can’t do anything but drop his head into the crook of your shoulder, fingertips digging into your thighs as he holds himself still. You’re not helping his case though, whimpering softly into his ear and wiggling your hips around like you want him to blow his load right away. It’s sinful, how you wrap around him like you were made to take him like this. And it’s a sensory overload for his system too. He’s used to having that barrier between the two of you, but now that there’s nothing – now that he can feel every ridge in the walls of your wet cunt. He honestly might explode. Burst into a thousand little pieces, right here, like a star reaching supernova.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk pants it into the heat of your skin, hips slowly picking up momentum as he drills you into the sheets. You can’t help but claw at his back, taking the hard thrusts helplessly, his name a mantra on your tongue.

“Jeon-ah!” The curve of his cock hits a spot that has your vision blurring, the knot in your gut pulled tautly. He presses another kiss to your cheek, mumbling something underneath his breath that you don’t hear over the sound your lewd meeting. It verges on sounding like pretty, a strange fluttering erupting in your chest at the thought of Jeongguk finding you pretty as he splits you open on his cock. But you brush that thought aside, nerves sparking under the piston of his hips. It’s hard and rough, just like you prefer it to be. And yet you feel like Jeongguk is holding himself back, his thrusts tight with control. You don’t want him to hold himself back. You want all of him. All of it. And you let him know that from the hard kiss you plant on his mouth, dragging your fingertips down his back. The nails on his back dig deep, but from the groan he lets out, you know Jeongguk like that. And then his hips falter, a rough groan tumbling from his mouth as he fucks you deep. It’s desperate, the way your bodies mould together like you’re attempting to limit the concept of space between physical bodies completely, searching for a way to be one and the same. It sinks in then, with claws that lodge themselves into your heart, that fantasy you keep locked up. You want all of it. All of him.

You kiss him instead, forcing your attention on how well he fucks you. This can be enough. This has to be enough.

It doesn’t feel like enough though.

Unbeknown to you, Jeongguk is on the same wavelength. He’s trying not to let his mouth run but he wants to call you so many things. He wants to say your gorgeous like this, taking his cock like your meant for him. Him alone. He wants to call you his. He wants you to call him yours. He wants so much more than just this. He wants to hold your hand when you ride his dick. He wants to kiss you awake in the morning. He wants to fall asleep with you in his arms. He wants all of it. Not just this.

He burns the way you fall apart around his length into his memory, etching every sigh and moan you let out into his mind. You look beautiful. He aches to tell you that. But instead, he buries his head into your shoulder, hoping you don’t see how much his body trembles as his high descends onto him, the short hard thrusts he gives in to your heat almost too much for his system. But he does so anyway, even slow to peel his body away from yours because he loves the way your arms wrap around his body, even more than he loves the tight heat that his length is still buried it. Somehow, it gets worse when he watches you reach for your clothes, his cum still leaking from your hole. You head to the bathroom first, and your absence in his bed makes his heart hurt. He sits there, mulling it over, so afraid of something he’s not able to identify. And then you’re out of his bathroom again, looking like an angel once more. But before he can ask – just suggest – for you to stay the night, you’re shrugging your jacket around your shoulders, mumbling a goodbye that has his heart sinking right to his stomach. He murmurs one back too, reaching for his phone like he’s not hurt by the sudden rush for you to leave. He doesn’t see you standing there, paralyzed for a moment, when he does this – like you’re hoping he’ll say something – anything, that won’t have you walking out his door. But he doesn’t. Not that you should have expected that.

You leave in silence. Jeongguk can’t help but get up and roll another joint, his brain replaying how you looked underneath him, how you felt underneath him. The weed is good; the sex was amazing. He still finds you one of the best people he’s ever had the pleasure of knowing.

This can be enough. He forces this to be enough.

It doesn’t feel like enough though.

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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Hii so I’m really insecure about my small boobs(literally mosquito bites) and i really don’t know how to feel more confident about them😔Do you have any tips? Ps: I lovee your writing☺️

Confidence and acceptance comes with age. You will come to realize that anyone who is really into you doesn't care about what your boobs look like and will simply love them because they're yours. But, I recognize that this is hard to grasp, especially when media is always pummeling young women with this idea that they need a specific body type to be "attractive" when the reality is attractiveness comes from how you carry yourself.

We can take the logical approach. One, you'll never have back pain because of your boobs! XD Two, cute bralettes and crop tops are usually made for smaller chests that can go without a bra. Maybe you don't even have to wear a bra (you can if you want, of course). Three, know that there's nothing wrong wearing a push-up bra if you want to. Asian brands usually run small and are better suited for those with smaller chest sizes. Don't worry about what other people think. If you want to do something for your own comfort, do it. If someone cares about that bullshit, don't fuck 'em, they're shallow and shitty people. Four, small boobs are quite useful. Such as when you're getting railed from behind! Your boobs will cause you very little discomfort because they won't be bouncing around everywhere! :D

Okay, maybe that wasn't the answer you're looking for LMAO but I had to throw it in there, it's a valid point (I think)!

Next, is there another part of your body you're really into? Sometimes dressing to highlight your favorite body part (legs, for example) gives you enough of a boost of confidence that you think very little about your boobs because you're busy thinking, "Damn, my legs look good today!" I think being dressed in an outfit where you feel good can do a lot for building confidence. Baggy shirt, short skirt / tight pants combo is great (although full baggy is in these days too). Those tops with lots of volume on the chest and/or shoulders (ruffles, pleating. etc) and sweetheart necklines are an option if you would like a more feminine silhouette. Clothes can do a lot to change how you feel about yourself. You can create your preferred figure with just fabric.

Also, I know this might sound silly but, to be honest, not everyone is into big boobs. Someone might love your boobs just how they are. Maybe they're super soft and fun to squeeze. Maybe you have sexy nipples they're into. I've heard of guys saying they're "boob men" but what they're really into is the visual of the nipples and/or the quality of the tittes rather than the actual size of the breasts. Or they might be turned on by the idea that they can hold both at once and use their free hand for other things *wiggles eyebrows* XD

I guess what I'm trying to say is, instead of trying to think about what you aren't, think about what you are. Dress to flatter your body the way you like, know that people are attracted to those who hold their head high, and, who knows, someone might come along and be crazy about your boobs and you're just ??? but, hey, it could lift your insecurities away because someone is so into you that you might not even care anymore.

Keep in mind that it is also possible that you reach a stage in your life where you find that you have too much other shit to think about and no longer worry about your boob size.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Life is strange. It could happen!

Lastly, if plastic surgery is something that you are committed to as a goal, wait several years and sit on that idea before going to look for a reputable surgeon. Typical price for a good surgeon is around $10,000 (USD, in USA), but of course do lots of research if you live in a different area. Always look closely at pictures of their work and make sure to look for body types + ethnicities that are similar to yours. Be willing to travel if needed. Do not try to cut corners! Put the money in and get it done right the first time.

I am not someone who is against people changing their bodies if they really want to. If that is what you want to do and it's for your own personal happiness only, then you should treat it as serious life change. Wait until you have a job and make enough expendable money that you have earned by yourself to pay for it. Your body, your choice, and your money.

Trust me, there are those with big boobs (and back pain) who wish they had what you have. You are great the way you are <3 and you have the power to change if you so desire!

(please don't get knocked up just for bigger boobs LMAO please think about it, a baby is way more expensive than a boob job o_o)

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wsgeon · 3 years

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hey everyone! ummm this is peyton (also the mun of lee hyeon) taking a second shot at a second character — i have a lot of muse for this one, so i swear he’ll be around for a while… 🥵 this is ryu geon, yes his name rhymes with hyeon’s & no i do not care ♥️ he’s the lead guitarist/vocalist of meta and also the son of a former nobody rockstar, but i’ll get into all that below! like this post if you’d like for me to come into your ims to plot, click the read more for more info on geon, and/or click here to be taken to his pages: CAREER, DOSSIER, PINTEREST.

HISTORY.

born in autumn ‘97 to a “budding rockstar” (translation: “no yeah i swear our band’s really starting to take off, we sold twenty-three tickets to our last show!”) & a woman with commitment issues ♥️ geon’s dad always told him that his mom left because she had some dire matters that needed to be taken care of and SWORE that she cried the last time she held her dear baby boy, but all of his dad’s bandmates say that she was just some groupie and had to be persuaded into carrying her child to term… who can say for sure?

naturally, there are no pictures of this mystery woman. there was one (1) of her holding infant geon, but then he found out that that was actually a sound tech who worked for his dad’s band… and he just never corrected geon’s assumptions LOLLLL

anyway! he was always really close to his dad, considering they were a two-person family. he has a set of grandparents, an aunt and a couple cousins but they were never involved with geon’s life because his dad is the #blacksheep of the family. geon and his dad against the world, am i right?

uhhh geon was also kind of a black sheep growing up, but he didn’t really notice? he was a happy kid, very energetic and enthusiastic. a lot of adults in the area looked down on him & his dad, but he was SOOOO blind to it because his dad’s a god in his eyes and HE’S always been nice to everyone, so why would they not like him??? because his clothes smelled a little like dad’s cigarette smoke??? big deal

wasn’t troublesome (beyond talking too much), but a lot of people still expected bad things from him :/ “his father’s a dirtbag, i’ll be surprised if that boy doesn’t end up in jail by 20”, “he won’t amount to anything without a proper role model in his life”, “his dad is teaching him how to slack off”, “he won’t contribute anything to society”, etc. he kindaaa picked up on this as he got older but pretended not to because it was more rewarding to play dumb and keep being a good kid(tm) to prove them wrong

was basically a mini version of his dad. same style, similar features, birthmarks in the same places, same “live today, die tomorrow” approach in life, same affinity for singing & playing rock music. ummm he loved his dad a lot. a lot. a lot. wanted to make him proud SO BAD, started his first band when he was 15 and they sucked so bad but his dad was their biggest fan… you know how it is. a lot of people misunderstood him, but he was a very good guy and such a great parent

TW DEATH unfortunately he passed away just shy of geon’s 18th birthday and your boy still hasn’t forgiven the world for taking his dad when he was in the middle of his angsty teen phase — had he known that their time together was dwindling, he would’ve been so so so much better to him END TW

his dad’s band actually rocketed into the charts after he passed & suddenly they were getting loads of publicity, lots of “what a shame that he went under-appreciated” which pissed geon off SOOOO bad because why couldn’t they have had that energy when he was still alive? he’s still mad about it five/six years later

this is getting kinda long, so uhhh tl;dr, he ended up staying with the drummer of his dad’s band until he was old enough to live alone/READY to live alone, but he changed quite a bit. was really going through it, quit his band, stopped putting effort into school. barely graduated. went from being a social butterfly spending every weekend at a gig or with friends to spending all of his time on a pc or in front of a tv, playing console games. the internet comforted him when nobody else would/could and then he met the future members of meta <33333333 #newbeginnings

present day geon is still struggling, has to go to counseling bi-weekly but he’s coming back out of his shell! he wants to fall in love with life again, just wants to tread carefully... outgoing & will talk to absolutely anyone, but he still spends most of his time alone. hard to reach by text, so if you wanna talk to him, you better call/facetime LMAO. talks a mile a minute, especially if you get him going abt something he really likes. laughs a lot, smiles a lot, more habitual than actual signs of happiness but yk. ummm he has a really loud voice, mostly controlled nowadays but he still gets carried away sometimes. an absolute menace during long drives/flights, sorry meta.

funny but only when he’s in large groups. feeds off of other peoples’ energy, really good at reading a room and breaking the ice/making everyone comfortable, but if you meet him 1-on-1, none of his jokes land quite the same.

i envision him as being the kind of guy who carries himself in such a way that you’d assume he’s really popular/out of reach/maybe even full of himself, but he’s... not like that... at all... in fact, he’s kinda irritating when you get to know him. the personification of a flood followed by a drought and vice versa, always either too much or not enough. gets used/ghosted/dropped/dumped/whatever a lot because he’s soooo fun in the moment (if he isn’t in his feelings), but draining long-term.

really emotionally intelligent, in touch with his feelings in a way that a lot of people never thought he would be (probably thanks to counseling tbh). he’s very very rarely the type of person who will make you wonder what your place in his life is — he’s communicative, kind, honest. ummm he thinks that intimacy between friends needs to be more common, so he’s really affectionate with the people in his life. type of guy to tell you he loves you every chance he gets (calling you when he’s drunk, sounding like a clingy ex type beat) & greet you/depart with a hug. losing his dad kinda fucked him up in the way that he won’t leave/hang up until his friends say “i love you” back, gets kinda (re: very) upset if he’s denied that and/or a hug.

TRIVIA.

has been playing the guitar “longer than he’s been walking” (not really, but he swears it’s true).

uhhh he really likes nail art, but he’s kinda hesitant in what he tries? mainly sticks to black polish (or other plain colors), but sometimes he’ll get little designs added in as well. mainly does it himself because he still doesn’t feel comfortable in salons... if his work looks bad, leave him alone <3 he’s trying

inspired by people like kurt cobain, nicky wire, yungblud, billie joe armstrong & damiano david in the fact that he’s not against wearing dresses or skirts on stage. doesn’t do it ALL the time, but often enough that it doesn’t go unnoticed. some people say that he does it for attention because he doesn’t dress like that elsewhere and tbh they’re probably kinda right

interested in history (only SOME... dinosaurs, ancient civilizations, specialized areas like the history of circuses/clowns/skateboarding/punk, stuff like that yk), stand-up comedy & documentaries. could spend a whole day watching documentaries and would say he had fun, has a lot of useless knowledge that nobody gives a fuck about and is kinda dumb when it comes to things that matter

when it comes to music, he prefers playing really fast and heavy rock or punk over anything else, but he actually listens to a lot more soft indie on his own time... he’s too tense these days to be listening to anything else RIPPP

the vibe: homemade tie-dye, ripped slipknot t-shirts, frosted tips, neon crocs with alien & peace-sign charms, chipped black nail polish, calloused hands, cheesy pick-up lines used NOT to land a date but to pull a smile, driving until he’s lost, stupid socks paired with pressed suits, dramatic poetry in an iphone note, etc.

PLOT IDEAS.

people he met through online support groups about coping with grief

uhhh an on & off relationship that’s been going for who-knows-how-long. the reason for this is up for discussion, but i imagine that he hasn’t given up yet because the constant highs and lows are a good source of inspo 🤪 artists must suffer for their art!

opposite side of the coin — someone he’s interested in, but he’s NOT disloyal so it’s a pattern of persistent courting when he’s single vs intense friend-zoning when he’s not and they’re getting tired of trying to figure out what he wants from them

someone else who likes nail art & can convince him that NOBODY cares if he goes to a salon

someone (probably female but doesn’t really matter tbh) who feels like his feminism is entirely performative… maybe they attack him directly for it or maybe they just REALLY don’t like him and they’re super vague about it idk. either way, please tell him that activism is much more than recommending one female artist a year and saying “clothes have no gender 🤪” so he can be praised for the bare minimum (his heart is in the right place but his skull is empty)

someone super introverted who comes out of their shell with geon! uhhh maybe they think that he’s the one doing them a favor, but in reality spending time with them has been doing wonders for his mental health

other people who like to skate. let’s congregate at the local skatepark and scare the middle schoolers away

someone who inspires him musically, for whatever reason. lots of late nights in studios, idly strumming his guitar and writing lyrics that definitely aren’t about how their eyes look in these dim lights… umm maybe he thinks he has a crush on them but really doesn’t and ends up hurting them eventually, maybe he really DOES have a crush but will (probably) never do anything abt it or maybe it’s entirely platonic and he just admires them a ridiculous amount

someone who likes to make music as a hobby, prob won’t publish/release any of it but it’s fun to imagine. spontaneous meetings with geon in the middle of the night, recording songs together and keeping the WORST takes for the laughs. there’s probably a diss-track of them going in on each other floating around somewhere even though geon can’t rap for shit

night owls who keep him company on the phone, even if they can’t be there physically. them talking really quietly vs geon shouting at them while he plays games LMAO

gaming buddies. come over, maybe you can carry geon through his game of the week or you can both fail but have fun while you’re at it… or you can scream while he fends off that hoard of zombies behind you

i’m typing this at the last minute (literally) so i’m gonna stop here, but i will get a proper plots page put up asap with a wider variety of connections!!! but as always, please do let me know if you have any other ideas. i’m always happy to plot and write with you all 🌚

#ws:intro #frankly my characters end up a lil different from intended 90% of the time soooo take my description of his personality w a grain of salt #this intro is long and illiterate but i'll fix it at a later time

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