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helloooo! i’m a relatively new follower (and a relatively new carat!) and congratulations on your milestone! for your sleepover event can i please request mingyu and 98 from the prompt list? i feel like you could make it as fluffy or as dirty as you like 😆
mingyu + “I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”
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tags: very much in love jock/fratboy!mingyu, regular ass girl reader. (shocking, coming from me lmao), grinding, kissing, hand job, implied sex
note: you know im not only thankful for your congratulations for me, but for offering the option to write about mingyu with free reign? thank u so much <3 I did split up the prompt a lil bit to work it into the drabble, hope you don't mind!
Mingyu, the kid from down the street that rode by on his scooter, fucking scooter, and knocked your popsicle out of your hand before immediately riding straight into a tree. Mingyu, the guy who took you to prom because he felt bad that your crush rejected you quite harshly. Mingyu, the kid who turned into an awkward teen, who then turned into a, to put it bluntly, beefy ass jock playing for the college football team.
The two of you lost contact after prom, feeling as if the two of you were entirely too different. Sure, he was kind, but his jokes weren't funny. His interests bored you, and he couldn't dance for shit back then.
Even now, seeing him in passing on the walkways of campus, you'll notice that his eye never meets yours. His interests are that of prideful trophies, medals, and Tuesday night drinking binges at the frat house before a big exam.
Your interests clash. Art, architecture, grades, a comfy career working from home with nine cats and maybe a dog? That's what you want out of life.
The two of you were always very different, but still always close by somehow.
He lived three houses down from you growing up, he knew you got rejected in the hall on the way to biology class in high school because he just happened to be there, and now, he goes to the same fucking college as you fourteen hours away from the town the two of you grew up in.
It was kind of strange, then again, not really. Small world this, small world that. The two of you live in it completely apart, but the strange part is the fact that somehow, someway, he's always following his own path within arms reach of yours, regardless of how fucking distant your personalities are.
It's honestly not something you'd think of on a day to day basis, today is different though. You have to think about it, because maybe, sort of, he's kind of under you right now? And it's hard to explain how or why it happened outside of like, opposites attract.
"Never expected this out of someone like you," Mingyu comments, his hands gripping your hips and holding you in place as you straddle his lap. "Admit that you've had a crush all of these years."
You shake your head at him and roll your eyes. All those years you've known him? He was just Mingyu. Attractive? Sure, you'll give him that, but otherwise a little too different from you to have a crush.
"Always so quick to flatter yourself, Gyu, really." You laugh sarcastically, knowing for a fact that he's very aware of this current, very temporary crush you have on him. Otherwise you wouldn't be two inches from him lips right now.
"Well," He glances to the side, hiding his fondness of that childhood nickname, pretending that there isn't the possibility of a stranger barging through that open door and ruining this moment. "I had a crush."
You figured as much, with the way he really did try during prom. Though it was more of a pity-date, you imagine he wouldn't have felt how he did if there wasn't something there pushing him to try and heal up that little piece of your broken high school heart.
And as much as you figured it, something inside of you finds this big, beefy, asshole of a man....incredibly endearing as he admits it to you.
"Oh? Did you now?" You tilt your head, leaning in a bit and sitting your lips against the corner of his mouth. "What happened to change your mind?"
He turns his face, hands gripping you tighter, and kisses you once.
"Nothing changed my mind." He whispers slightly, entirely suffocating himself in the moment of being with you like he's always imagined since puberty hit his ass.
He kisses you again.
"Meaning," Another kiss. "I still have that crush."
You say nothing in response, and instead give in to his assault of kisses against your lips.
The feeling is......warm. Cliché even, in the way he kisses you like he meant what he just said despite the two of you practically ignoring each other for years.
"You have no idea how many times I've thought about this," He admits between those little kisses, his hands gripping harder and harder by the second. "I always hoped you'd walk through those doors to come see me."
You pull back, looking at him with a raised brow.
"I came here because I'm celebrating the fact that I passed an exam that almost killed me, what makes you think I expected you to be here?"
He chuckles, rolling his eyes at you now.
"You're very aware that I live here." He laughs, trying to catch you in a lie, trying to give him a reason outside of a sudden bout of random horniness from you to have you crawling on his lap like this. "You're not here to catch up?"
You find yourself feeling a bit bad. You didn't often think of Mingyu after college started, and it appears he thought of you plenty.
"I came here for the booze but," You smile, intentionally rolling your hips to offer him some sort of apology. "I can't say that I'm upset that you're here, and you know, hard."
His eyes flutter a bit at the friction you're offering to him, twitching in his pants unintentionally as you intentionally pull it out of him.
"So, tell me," You continue, pulling back a bit to watch his face and the way he seems to turn to jelly under you. Your hips continue, working him up, up, up. "How much did you think about this?"
He lets out a breathy chuckle, a half-moan coming out immediately after as he tries to gain back his ability to talk. Out of all things, this isn't entirely how he imagined doing this with you. Sure he always thought of you being on top of him like this, but never did he imagine feeling as though he's....shy.
"Couple of times," He tries to say nonchalantly, pressing his hips up and against you for more. "Like I said before, i never would have expected this out of you though."
You look at him closely, knowing for a fact that he probably expected to be the one in full control. It's cute knowing he can't live up to his own fantasy.
"You think I expected to have you under me like this? Looking like you're about to cry just from a bit of grinding?"
He groans out of slight embarrassment, nodding because he kind of didn't expect it either.
"Didn't expect someone like you to act this weak for someone like me." You continue, laughing more with him than at him.
Before you let him respond though, you reach down and fiddle with the button of his pants, feeling entirely in control of the situation.
"Does it feel good to be weak?" You smile, leaning forward to kiss against his neck as you slowly work your hand under his jeans.
God, the way he loses it. Pleasantly surprised with how you're speaking to him, and even more pleased with the fact that fucking finally you're giving him a chance. An ounce of your attention, even.
He's not ashamed to be weak around you, never has been. He wouldn't be ashamed if Vernon's drunk ass stomped through the door and watched, because at this point there's no stopping. He's too far gone in the feeling of your fingers working their way around his length, even in the tight space between your bodies. He's too gone in the feeling of your lips fluttering across his neck.
If he can, he'll take you right here, right the fuck now.
"Yeah..." he trails off in a dreamy sigh, letting himself feel you touching him for the first time.
"So," You ask, loving his reaction, squeezing the base of his cock and sliding off of his lap before lowering yourself to your knees and focusing solely on how big his cock is in your hand. "You just gonna sit here or are you gonna, like, take me to your actual room and let me really feel it?"
Mingyu's cock reacts before his brain does, as he freezes and processes the words. Oh god, you're really gonna let him? After all these years of crushing on you? Pining for you? Thinking about you in the early morning hours when he definitely shouldn't have been?"
"I never thought I'd hear you say that--" He says more to himself than to you. Seemingly looking like a deer in headlights before he's pulling your hand out of his pants, lacing his fingers with yours, and leading you straight to his bedroom. Arousal in full swing as he passes by stranger after stranger, friend after friend, until finally, he's got you behind his locked bedroom door.
"Fuck," he says immediately as he watches you and the way you stand there, as normal as ever, lifting your shirt off of you without a second thought and revealing a part of you that he only ever imagined being able to kiss.
The fact that you seem eager to get your clothes off, doing it the second the two of you are truly alone? Honestly, he can feel the waves of arousal making his length pulse painfully against his pants. The fact that other people have seen you like this before? The fact that you chose to let him see? The fact that this is how you act when you're turned on? Fuck, fuck, fuck. He's entirely desperate at this moment.
"That's so hot," He starts, feeling a little dumb but ultimately running with it because, well, he's not fucking lying. "It's so hot seeing you, the girl who always ignored me, doing this."
"Mingyu, all I did was take my shirt off." You try to brush his dramatic response off, feeling very seen right now.
"For me." He adds to your sentence, practically feeling like his knees will buckle and make him fall to the floor and grovel for a taste of you.
You feel doted on. Like the most mundane acts regarding sex seems to be driving him up a fucking wall, and arguably, it very well may be. With the way every inch of your skin is massaged and kissed before you can even fully reveal it to him.
It didn't take much to get Mingyu to actually fall to his knees once your pants came off. And goddamn you never expected such a big, beefy ass jock, to be so gentle with someone else's body. With your body.
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ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS PT.4
disclaimer:
DO NOT READ FURTHUR IF YOU ARE A MINOR!!
THIS CONTAINS MENTIONING OF seggs so please scroll if ur below 18+
THESE NOTES ARE ONLY A STUDY OF MINE AND HAS/HAS NOT BEEN PROVEN YET, SO IF IT DOES NOT RESONATE WITH YOU, FORGIVE ME AS IT WAS ONLY A STUDY/OBSERVATION OF MINE.
I DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, COPY OR REWORD ANY OF MY FELLOW ASTROLOGY OBSERVERS POSTS AND I DEMAND THE SAME IN RETURN
Natives having sirene-pluto(esp. Sextile,conjunction), your intimacy level is so intense and powerful. You guys can have such an intense aura and energy and that makes other people feel it with just one look. You make your partners wet easily, especially when you want to make them wet hahaha. Normally speaking, your intimacy level are so so intenseee, you internally drive people crazy and the amount of this energy you guys have can intimidate others. People could feel like your dangerous to be around or you seem scarily sexy. Dangerous beauty and energy unleashed.💥🔥🥵🙊
Female Natives with Aphrodite- pluto, pleaseeee.. you ladies have such a sexy, tasty 😺. Just woww. Guys wanna just fvck you so bad if they see yo kitty. Ahhh. You guys have goddess taste ugh. Literally. Guys wanna keep eating n eating forever (had to say it, sorry hahaha). Your kitty can literally get fvcked so hard and still look gorgeous. Ah, chefs kiss honestly. This can also show your sexual attractiveness is just intensio. My my. You guys so-🔥👑😩💦
Messalina-saturn natives, you guys have this dominant authoritative kind of sexuality. You guys are so sexy in formal clothing ughh. Suits, tuxedo,goshh you name it. Guys often feel seduced yet intimidated by your dominant sexual energy and most of the time people lowkey stare at you just doing nothing when you ain't looking at them and when you do look at them, they turn around instantly hahaha cuz they're lowkey scared too cuz you give them that intimidating energy. But in the end y'all slay🔥👑
Zeus-jupiter(esp conjunct) y'all have too much sexual power plzzzz 🥵😩💦🔥
Black moon lilith- mercury/ in taurus or Gemini, have such intense,hypnotic moans. They love screaming too. You hear their moan once and your turned on forever ahaha🔥
Natives with Black moon lilith-sun/ASC/ MC. Y'all look intimidating and often have such a raw sexual energy. Woman with bml in harsh aspects with sun can also indicate inferiority with male figures. Men have never mingled well with you cuz they feel the energy in you that intimidates them but they can be too egotistic to admit it. Men feel like you have this superior energy compared to themselves and often get pissed cuz of it. You ladies got that boss energy🙌🏻😎. (Lil info about my experience):- I have this aspect and I remember once I was sitting with my friend(girl) and this group of guys were with us, none of them spoke to Me though and when my friend left for 5 mins with the other guys to take the food they ordered, one of them was left with me. (I'll call him 'k') so K starts looking tensed within like 5 seconds of the others leaving us alone lmao and he rubs his hands a bit as he asks me something in a shaky voice. I answered him and then he laughs a bit nervously and says something funny, I don't laugh much with people so I just looked at him with a smile. He looked around as if he felt awkward and then the rest others arrived.
Black moon lilith-MC, people lowkey fear you cuz you look too serious or have this intense energy that people don't wanna mess with. People see you as that "femme Fatale" figure. You're a person whose feared and watched by many.
okay this is random but even betelguese is a fame indicator.👑☀️
Vesta-ascendant(positive aspects), y'all emit such feminine energy. Just beautiful and so tender. People find you so soft and kind and immediately feel so open and comfortable towards you. You also look pure and innocent to people. Y'all also have that aura/looks that emit "self-discipline".
Child-Asc/MC(most of the times positive aspects), you guys emit a childlike energy. Children can feel an attraction towards you(not romantically) because they feel the same energies they emit connecting with your aura. People your age or even older than you find you to to very cute and adorable, also like an innocent child. If You guys find babies or children(mostly below the age of 12) always staring at you everywhere you go, it's cuz of this bish lmao.
Taurus Venus/Taurus mars or mars/venus-mercury can show a native likes their neck(from behind,following upto the back of your ears) being licked by their partner or also when their partner just slides their tounge on their body(esp. The neck).
Chiron-sun/saturn/chiron in 5th or 10th house) natives might've had a toxic relationship with their father and their father caused them emotional wounds and was never there for them. Toxic father figure. You had a Lack of emotional support and the absence of your father in your life. If not you this can also show that your father had been through a lot of problems,sadness,toxic relationship with their father, also their father was never there for them when they needed them the most. If not any of this, then you probably just have a wounded ego and soul(sun).
Chiron-moon(chiron in 4H) natives mightve had a very wounded or misunderstood relationship with their mother. Toxic mother figure. If not you, this can show your mother having a bad relationship with their mother. The natives with this aspect/placement have undergone so much emotional trauma and struggles, manipulation,blackmail,depression and anxiety. This can also manifest into anxiety disorders(esp if chiron conj. Moon).
I don't know why no one ever speaks about this but Mercury conjunct uranus makes the person so damn sarcastic when speaking. They literally know how to say something sarcastic and also not make it sound sound sarcastic hence people often get confused if These guys are actually saying something true or if they're just being sarcastic. These guys are literally the president of sarcasm.
Natives with Mercury-jupiter in positive aspects are amazing with words and literature. These guys are so "Shakespearey" lmaoo. These guys are so good at expressing values and thoughts on paper and it hits so so so deep. These guys also make amazing authors!
Natives with mercury-jupiter in harsh aspects have a lot of knowledge and are very wise too but they find it hard to express their thoughts or values on paper. These natives find it hard to communicate their values clearly on paper or normally too. It's like the wisdom lies in the mouth but struggles to slip out of the tounge. Expression issues. These guys would make great authors too but with a lot of struggle put into their novels.
Mars in earth signs/earth degrees/earth houses are very intense and sexually active.
Women with mars in Capricorn sign/Capricorn degree love men who have deep,husky,dominant,sexy and a raspy voice. Like they love that businessman voice too.
ASTEROIDS MENTIONED ABOVE:
SIRENE - 1009
APHRODITE - 1388
MESSALINA - 545
ZEUS - 5731
BLACK MOON LILITH - H21
VESTA - 4
CHILD - 4580
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𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃'𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
word count: 4.8k words
summary: in which a mutual wingman situation forces two strangers to talk to one another. both you and steve are only doing it to help your friends, but it surprises you how effortless talking to him is. simply the idea of love or even deeply liking someone has always made you nervous and scared, and would usually lead you to running away rather than facing your feelings. but, maybe it’s this unfamiliar comfort you find yourself quickly having with steve that can make you finally want to do the opposite of run and actually dive headfirst into what you’re feeling
warnings: explicit language, some drinking, a lil fluff, kissing, implied smut, overall just a fun time
author’s note: first time in a while writing something that is not full of angst and sadness lmao anyway hope y’all enjoy this!<333
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Steve’s POV
He looked at you from across the bar where you were talking and laughing with your friend. He wasn’t sure what he would say to you. There was something about you that seemed too good for him; the little black dress you were wearing with a slightly oversized jacket on top and the sweet smile on your lips as you animatedly talked to your friend.
It made him not want to say anything to you because it felt like a rejection would be in his imminent future. However, Robin had other plans.
“She’s so cute,” She said but was referring to your friend. “You have to wingman for me and talk to her friend while I talk to her, Harrington.” When she noticed Steve’s hesitance, she continued. “What are best friends for, if not helping the other one get laid?”
He rolled his eyes at that and didn’t say anything.
Robin nudged him lightly. “Also, I’m pretty sure the friend is straight and she’s really cute too, so maybe you’ll have a chance.”
Finally, Steve said something. “Exactly. She’s so hot and I can already see myself fucking up under the pressure.” He took another quick glance in your direction.
Robin gave him a soft pat on the shoulder. “I take back everything I ever said about your lack of charm. Those days at Scoops are far behind us. You’re the best flirt I know.”
Steve was quick to take notice of the grimace she was trying to hide behind her forced smile. “Did it actually pain you to say that?”
“A little bit, yeah,” She said with a small laugh. “But, anyway, let’s get another drink, and then we’ll go over there and you’ll be fine. I pro– Wait, shit, shit. They’re walking over here. Toward us.”
Before Robin could narrate any further, you went up to Steve while your friend pulled Robin in for a conversation.
You pointed at him. “I almost wore that tonight.”
Even though he knew you were joking, he still glanced down at the jeans and navy blue t-shirt he was wearing over a dark denim jacket. “Good thing you didn’t. One of us would’ve had to leave.”
“Exactly,” You said with a nod. “And that probably would’ve been so awkward for you.”
“Why would I be the one to leave?”
You shrugged. “I mean I think it would be the obvious choice.”
“I think I’m a very valuable asset to have here,” He said. “But, I’m also a gentleman, so I would have left, no questions asked.”
“Very, very honorable of you,” You said and then took a sip from the drink in your hand. Steve could see you trying to hide your smile. All too quickly his nerves from before managed to slip away.
He nodded his head toward the glass in your hand. “What are you drinking?”
“Vodka cranberry,” You answered before taking another quick sip. “Absolutely horrific but it usually does the job.” You then took notice of the drink in his hand. “Definitely not as horrific as that beer, though.”
“Hey, you can’t go wrong with a simple beer,” He said, pretending to be much more offended by your statement than he actually was.
“I think it is very wrong, actually,” You told him. “But, I’m a sweet and nice person, so I won’t judge you any further, even though there is a lot more I could say about that beer.”
Steve smiled at that. “Very honorable of you.”
A brief lull of silence prevailed for a moment and Steve almost decided to randomly mention how he actually never had a vodka cranberry before, but you started speaking before he could.
“Okay, full transparency, my friend is interested in your friend, and I’m just trying to be a good friend and wingwoman for her by talking to you.”
Steve laughed a bit. “I was tasked with doing the same thing, actually.”
“Wow,” You responded with a small laugh of your own. “They’re both interested in each other, so I guess our jobs are already done.”
A small smirk played on Steve’s lips. “Shall we get beers to celebrate a job well done?”
After inwardly cringing at the thought of drinking a beer, you couldn’t help but laugh loudly at Steve’s offer. “You’re the worst.”
“You want another vodka cranberry instead?”
“I will happily take that.”
He signaled the bartender and ordered the simple drink. As the two of you waited, he turned to look at you.
“I’m Steve, by the way,” He said and then pointed in the direction of where Robin and your friend were now happily talking to one another about ten feet away. “And that’s Robin.”
“Y/N,” You said and then gestured toward your friend. “And Marissa.”
The bartender slid you your drink and you smiled in thanks before grabbing it.
“Are you from Indianapolis?” Steve asked.
“No, I moved here from Illinois for a job about a year ago,” You answered and then took another sip from the glass in your hand. “And to be closer to my boyfriend too.”
Steve pretended that he was unfazed by your casual mention of having a boyfriend, even though he was very much fazed by it. He came to the quick conclusion that the playful banter you two shared was just that, playful banter. There actually weren’t any flirty undertones to it, although he could’ve sworn they were right there.
“What’s your job?” He asked, even though he wanted to say, “So, tell me more about your boyfriend” because he now wanted to torture himself and hear more about the guy.
“It’s in marketing. Specifically, working on pitches and ads for different clothing brands.”
“Was that–” Before he could finish asking if that’s what you always wanted to do, Marissa was suddenly in front of the two of you and grabbing your hand.
“So sorry to interrupt, I’m just gonna steal her for a quick second.”
Y/N’s POV
You were pulled to a different part of the bar, maybe only fifteen feet away from Steve, and you could see him and Robin now talking.
“Everything’s going great and she’s so cool and funny,” Marissa told you, a wide smile on her face as she spoke. You hadn’t seen her this giddy about someone in a while, so you felt really happy for her and couldn’t help but smile back. “We wanna go to the roller rink down the street that closes at two. Since we both suck at skating we thought it could be funny to do it together.”
“Okay, that’s great and kind of disgustingly cute,” You responded, still smiling because there was something about Marissa’s happiness that felt contagious. “So, now that my work here is done, I’m just gonna head back to the apartment. Car keys, please?”
“No.”
“What? I promise I’m so sober right now that it’s actually kind of sad,” You assured her. “I only had one full drink and barely a few sips of the other.”
“No, I mean you have to come too just in case something weird happens or I say something stupid and fuck things up and need to get out of there easily,” She explained, and due to her overthinker personality, you could actually understand that reasoning. “Plus she’s gonna make her friend come too, and you guys seemed like you were actually having a good time talking. Maybe it can turn into something a little less friendly, like, hopefully, me and Robin?”
“That might be a little impossible because I already lied and told him I had a boyfriend.”
“Why did you say that?” She asked and you were at a loss for words after hearing her question, because you actually weren’t entirely sure why you lied. You were quiet for too long, which made Marissa follow up with another question. “Oh, is he weird?”
“No, no,” You responded almost immediately. In fact, Steve was pretty much the opposite of weird, he was actually kind of funny and nice. And the almost effortless banter you two managed to share slightly surprised you. “I don’t know why I said it, it was just like a reflex.”
“We gotta talk about this self-sabotage thing you do soon,” She said, and it was in honest moments like that where you were read like a book, that you didn’t like that you’d known your best friend for almost your entire life and that she was currently getting her Masters in Psychology. “Actually, in one of my classes–”
“Nope, nope, nope,” You were quick to interrupt her. “I love you, but I’d rather not be psychoanalyzed tonight.”
“We’ll table that conversation for an early Sunday morning talk over coffee,” Marissa told you, and before you could protest that idea, she continued. “But, anyway, so you’re coming to the roller rink, right?”
After taking a quick glance over at where Steve and Robin were talking to one another, you nodded your head. “Yes, but this feels slightly like a hostage situation.”
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You and Steve trailed a bit behind Robin and Marissa as you all walked down the street to the skating rink. It wasn’t that cold out, but you could still feel some goosebumps rising on your bare legs.
“Okay, scale from zero to ten,” You started and looked at Steve. “How good are your roller skating skills?”
“I’d say a solid nine. I can’t do any crazy tricks or whatever, but I never fall,” He answered. “You?”
“I’m definitely a two or three. I somehow fall way too easily,” You told him. “So to save myself from a shit ton of embarrassment, I’m not gonna skate tonight. But, I will cheer you all on from the sidelines.”
Steve shook his head at your words. “Since we’re both the extra wheels in this equation we gotta stick together, so I won’t skate either. It’ll be entertaining watching them fumble around, though. Robin’s probably one of the clumsiest people I know. Is Marissa good?”
“She’s just as bad as me,” You answered and then smiled. “So, yes, this will be very entertaining to watch.”
The two of you were sitting on a bench, watching Marissa and Robin hold hands and go around and around the wooden rink. You and Steve couldn’t help but laugh every time one of them stumbled and grabbed onto the other to regain balance or when they both simultaneously stumbled and then fell completely. But it felt okay to laugh at them because they were laughing loudly at themselves.
“They are so into each other, it’s kind of insane,” You said with a wistful smile as you popped some skittles in your mouth; you had gotten a pack from the vending machine that was by the entrance. You held it toward Steve in a silent offering and when he opened his palm toward you, you poured some into his cupped hand.
“Yeah, they’re disgustingly cute,” Steve responded as he ate the skittles you gave him. “They also probably wouldn’t even notice if we left right now.”
“That’s so true,” You told him, and then almost immediately remembered something. “Wait, shit. Marissa has the car keys, so I can’t even drive home.”
“I can drive you.”
Steve was still practically a stranger to you, so it probably would’ve made more sense for you to say no to him, but you found yourself not wanting to say no to his offer. And you promptly decided that you would not think about why you felt that way.
“Okay,” You said with a nod and got up from the bench you two were sitting on, and then adjusted your dress which had ridden up a bit.
The two of you finished off the rest of the skittles as you walked back toward the bar and headed to the small parking lot that was attached to it.
You stepped into Steve’s car and got comfortable in the passenger seat. “Okay, so feel free to say no, but I’m kinda hungry and those skittles weren’t enough, and McDonald's sounds like both a very bad idea but also a very good one right now.”
Steve laughed at that. “I think it's a great idea. And I’m pretty sure there’s one that’s five minutes away.”
“That’s the exact reason why it was on my mind,” You said with a smile and buckled your seatbelt as Steve began driving.
Barely fifteen minutes later, you two were sat in the McDonald’s parking lot eating burgers and fries in Steve’s car. It was quiet, which made sense since you were both enjoying the fast food that would probably murder your stomachs later, and the only sound filling the car aside from the chewing noises was the random songs playing on the radio.
You were suddenly hit with the realization that you had never been this comfortable around a guy before. If the circumstances were different, and if it wasn’t Steve sitting next to you right then, you knew that you would’ve been so much more self-conscious about the way you were eating and if you were doing it too “messily.” And you also knew that you’d be so much more worried about the silence because it had never felt this relaxed with someone that you barely knew before.
“I lied earlier,” You abruptly said as you ate one of the few stray fries you had left.
“About what?”
You could feel his gaze on you, but you refused to meet his eyes right then because you had a feeling you’d get all flustered if you did, so instead, you kept your eyes trained forward as you answered his question. “I, um, I actually don’t have a boyfriend.”
Steve was quiet for a few moments and you wondered if he was mad at you for lying to him. When you finally forced yourself to look at him, you saw that he was smiling.
You let out a small laugh. “Damn, don’t look so happy that I’m actually single and alone.”
“No, it’s not that, it’s just… I don’t know,” Steve trailed off for a second and you looked at him with confused eyes until he said his next words. “I’m glad that it was a lie.”
You didn’t push him further on what he meant by that, mainly because a large part of you felt like you could easily read between those lines, and you couldn’t help but smile a little.
You simply hummed in response and grabbed your soda from the cup holder and took a sip from what was barely left of it.
When you placed it back down, you glanced at Steve. “I’m just now realizing how shit my small talk skills are because I never reciprocated and asked you if you’re from here or not.”
“I’ve definitely been thinking about that the entire time we’ve been together,” He told you, and you could hear the joking undertones in his voice. “Something like, ‘Wow, I can’t believe she doesn’t care about my life story. She probably hates me.’”
You laughed despite yourself. “Stop, I really do feel bad. Also, if I did hate you, you’d definitely know it, and I probably wouldn’t be in a car with you right now.”
“Okay, glad to know you like me.”
“Indifference is also not hate, just so you know.”
He placed a hand over his chest in mock offense. “Ouch.”
“I’m fully kidding. You just set me up too perfectly for that one.” A small laugh fell from your lips. “Anyway, tell me your life story because I do care.”
Steve smiled at that. “I’m not from Indianapolis, but I am from Indiana. Me and Robin used to live in a small town called Hawkins. It’s maybe like two or three hours from here.”
“Why’d you guys come here?”
“Just wanted a change, I guess.”
You turned your head to look at him and he immediately met your gaze. “That answer had the perfect amount of vagueness.”
Steve was quiet for a moment and then he smirked at you. “I actually moved here to be closer to my girlfriend.”
“The fake boyfriend or girlfriend card can only be used once in a conversation, and since I already used it you gotta give me something else,” You told him, your voice completely serious even though you were trying your hardest not to laugh.
“Oh sorry, I meant wife, actually.”
You couldn’t help but laugh that time. “Okay, I’ll allow that.”
He smiled. “Thank you.”
“Hm, but it’s pretty weird to be alone in a car with a random girl when you have a wife at home.”
“She likes when I put myself out there,” He said with a small shrug.
It was entirely too hard to hide your amused smile, but you still broke eye contact with him and looked straight ahead as you bit your lip to do so. “Very interesting dynamic you two have.”
“Yeah, it works well for us, though.” He nodded and then changed the subject. “Okay, this is random and a completely different topic from me and my fictional wife, but I wanted to ask you this earlier. With your job, the marketing and clothing stuff, was that always what you wanted to do?”
Hearing him ask you about your job slightly surprised you because it had been such a brief part of your conversation earlier that you barely even remembered telling it to him. Your eyes met his again.
“I don’t know. Honestly, not really. It was one of the things that kind of just… happened? When the opportunity fell into my lap I didn’t wanna say no to it, and I really love the job, actually,” You explained, keeping your answer brief and somewhat to the point because there was a lot more that you could’ve said to him about how you ended up where you currently were job-wise.
Like how you’d felt as if you had been in such a rut in your life before you met Louisa, your now boss, at the coffee shop that you worked at in your hometown. And how she ultimately offered you the job on a random Wednesday after you gave her her usual coffee and then when noticing how irritated she looked as she stared at a campaign that her team had been working on for the past few weeks, you stated that the font should be changed and the slogan should be reworked too, and then offered a suggestion for a new slogan that was near perfect in her eyes. You solved the problem she’d been having for days with such ease that it slightly took her aback and she offered you the job right then and there. And the opportunity kind of felt a little too perfect because even though it was in a different state, you were completely ready for a change and Marissa was already in Indianapolis for college.
But you didn’t want to ramble too much to Steve right then.
“Although, it probably doesn’t look like I work with clothes because this outfit kinda sucks.” You then smiled at him. “I should’ve just worn yours like I initially wanted to tonight.”
He let out a small laugh. “What you’re wearing definitely does not suck, it was one of the reasons why I was so nervous to talk to you tonight.”
You had to roll your eyes at that because you fully did not believe him. “Oh, whatever.”
“I’m completely serious,” He told you. “When Robin noticed Marissa and then pointed you out too, I immediately thought you were way too good for me, and my brain shut off completely. It’s a very good thing you guys came up to us because my initial words to you probably would’ve been something very stupid.”
“You thought I was too good for you?” Your words had come out sounding completely confused and a little amused because you were certain that he had to be joking.
“There was just something about you. Really cool, very hot, a little intimidating.”
You pretended as if you were entirely unfazed by the “very hot” comment, although it made your heart constrict. “What about now? Do you still think I’m “too good”?”
“Oh, definitely.” There was so much certainty behind his two words that you actually felt kinda flattered; mostly confused, but also a little flattered.
“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m probably the opposite of too good,” You said and before he could potentially rebuttal your statement, you continued and slightly shifted the subject. “What about you, though? What’s your job or whatever you do?”
“My dad set me up with this job at his friend’s company here,” Steve answered, his voice was softer, almost as if he was slightly embarrassed by his answer. “Probably one of the only good things he’s ever done for me. But, I do think his main motive was to just get me out of the house; which I was honestly very happy to do.”
“Another person with parent issues. Glad to know we always somehow manage to find each other. Mine’s with my mom, though,” You said, cracking a small smile and Steve smiled back at you. “But, anyway, do you like the job?”
He was quick to shake his head. “It’s really corporate and feels a little useless.”
You nodded understandingly at his answer. “Do you know what you wanna do instead?”
Steve was quiet for a few moments and you could tell from the look on his face that he was truly thinking about his answer. “The last few years have been really weird, to say the least, and I had no time to really think about the future. But now that I can, I’m still trying to figure out what I want.”
There was something about the way he briefly talked about whatever he had gone through back home that told you that he didn’t want to delve further into an explanation about it, at least not right then. So, you didn’t ask him to elaborate, even though you were really curious.
“You’ll figure it out,” You said instead. “Sometimes it’s the random opportunity that falls into your lap that makes you realize exactly what you want and what actually makes you happy.”
What you didn't say, but did realize in that moment, was that maybe he was the “random opportunity” that had fallen into your lap that night.
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Hours passed and the two of you kept talking and couldn’t seem to stop. Midnight turned to one in the morning and then one in the morning turned to two, and you were still sitting in Steve’s car, laughing and talking about nothing but also everything.
Something about this moment with him felt significant to you. Like the start of something new, something good. And of course, that scared you a lot, for the same reason you had lied to him earlier about having a boyfriend. But, for the first time in a long time, you felt scared in a good way, if that was even possible.
You ended up in the parking lot of your apartment building around two-thirty with plans to finally say goodnight to one another. However, you felt so comfortable in his car and with Steve that you found it hard to make yourself leave, even though you were slowly getting more and more tired and Steve easily noticed it.
“You’re falling asleep.”
You turned to him, head still resting against the headrest and eyes still shut. “Only a little bit.”
“Let me walk you upstairs.”
You didn’t necessarily want to leave, but you still gave Steve a small nod because you did feel like you were going to fully pass out at any moment. “Okay. But, you might immediately regret coming up because the elevator in the building is broken and I’m on the fifth floor.”
“That’s fine. My years of being a high school athlete have prepared me for this moment.”
“Well, in that case, can I request a piggyback ride because I didn’t play sports in school, and I easily get winded walking up these stairs.”
“I know you’re probably joking but I would happily do that.”
You almost responded with “Piggyback rides are no joking matter,” even though you definitely were joking, but when you finally opened your eyes and noticed the soft smile that Steve was giving you, you immediately felt flustered.
Fuck, you really liked him, and maybe it should’ve been the hours of nonstop conversation and laughter that told you that, but instead, it was him smiling at you like no guy ever had before and practically offering to give you a piggyback ride up five flights of stairs that let you know just how in deep you already were.
“I don’t think your wife would approve of that,” You finally said and Steve laughed.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
When the two of you were standing in front of your apartment door, following the trek up the stairs that managed to only slightly wind you, you looked at Steve.
“Thanks for the ride and the food and yeah… Just thanks for everything that happened tonight, really.” It surprised you how nervous you were right then, and if Steve noticed your nervousness, he didn’t make it seem like he did.
“Thank you for everything too. Those skittles were great,” He said and you couldn’t help but smile at that.
You moved toward your door, but before putting your key in it and saying a final goodbye to Steve, you abruptly turned around and let your mouth move quicker than your brain.
“Can I try something really quick?”
A confused look crossed his face. “Okay?”
You moved closer to him, closing the barely there space between you two, and placed a hand on his cheek. Your other hand found his shoulder and you pushed yourself up on your toes a bit so that you could softly slot your lips against his. You had absolutely no idea where this sudden burst of confidence was coming from, but, at that moment, you forced yourself not to question it and instead jump headfirst into your feelings.
It was easy to tell that Steve was surprised by the kiss, and you almost pulled away and apologized profusely for doing it, but then something switched in a matter of milliseconds and he was oh so quickly kissing you back. Hands found your waist, and you could feel the warmth radiating from his touch through the thin material of your dress.
You were softly pressed against the door as Steve deepened the kiss, and your hands moved and found home in the hair at the nape of his neck. Everything about that moment felt easy; easy and right. Your mouths moved against each other almost as if it was second nature and it almost upset you how this had not happened sooner because of how right it was. So fucking right.
And this quickly became one of those moments that you wanted to be etched in your memory forever while simultaneously never wanting it to end in the first place.
When you finally pulled away, mainly to catch your breath, you looked up at him and smiled. “You taste like onions.”
“So do you. Maybe that McDonald’s really was a bad idea.”
Steve was looking at you so sweetly that it made you want to kiss him again and then a thousand more times after that. However, before you could even get that second kiss in, the door opened behind you.
You yelped at the sudden action and Steve’s hands immediately tightened on your waist so that you wouldn’t fall back.
“Oh, shit, my bad.”
It was Robin’s voice and you were confused to see her right then, standing in your doorway, until you noticed Marissa a bit behind her and the slightly disheveled states they were both in. You didn’t want to think about what they had just finished doing. You were also surprised that you didn’t notice Marissa’s car in the parking lot, but your thoughts had mainly been on Steve, so it slightly made sense.
“Wow, perfect timing, Harrington,” Robin said, and then saw the close proximity between you and Steve. “Unless you two were…?”
“No, we were just saying goodnight,” You told her and then turned to Steve, letting your hands fall from where they were still wrapped around the back of his neck. “Goodnight.”
Instead of initially responding with a simple goodnight of his own, he leaned down and kissed you again. It was a quick one and when he pulled back, he smiled at you and your flustered expression. “Goodnight.”
“I hate you for that. Now Marissa’s gonna force me to do a huge storytime,” You whispered, only half-heartedly glaring at him because a part of you still felt way too high on cloud nine from kissing him.
“Make sure to tell her how great I am,” He whispered back and then pressed a kiss to your forehead. Your heart fluttered at the simple yet tender action as he let go of your waist and moved away from you, he and Robin both started heading toward the stairwell.
When the door was closed and it was only you and Marissa left alone in your shared apartment, she immediately smiled at you. “Hell yes, so we can do double dates.”
You playfully rolled your eyes at her excited statement, but you had to admit, you felt a little excited too.
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whipped | lee jihoon
yo yo yo whassup i wrote this cute lil woozi fic bc hes so adorable and i'm in love with him
ceo!jihoon x fem!reader
warnings: mingyu literally gets hit by a car (he's fine lmao), jihoon is the cutest cutie known to man, reader is high-key whipped for him AS THEY SHOULD BE, idk if there's anything else pls lmk
You knew him first as the businessman who sat by the outside gate of the busy coffee shop on the corner of the street, sipping a hot cocoa while reading the paper. You got off the bus one ordinary day to see him looking at you -- dark eyes bright with curiosity, soft black hair blown back by the slight breeze, a broad hand on the handle of the mug. His cheeks turned red with embarrassment at being caught — and you were surprised at how endearing a man wearing a serious black suit could look.
And then a biker and a driver ran smack into each other in front of you, disrupting your eye contact.
You gasped and dashed across the street, kneeling beside the crumpled biker. He was a handsome young man, and you were relieved to see his eyes open, though dazed, and that he wasn’t bleeding anywhere.
You heard running footsteps, and then a curse under someone’s breath. Looking up, you saw him — small in stature, but large in presence, looking torn between hysterical laughter and worry. “Ah, Mingyu,” he groaned, the humor in his voice evident. “Again?”
“Sorry,” the biker said, rolling gingerly to a sitting position. “I’m not hurt.”
“You’re lucky,” you told him, helping him to his feet.
“Thanks,” said the biker, dusting himself off. He stood a head and shoulders above his friend, and was dressed a lot more casually, but he had a contagious smile and eyes that had an air of puppy-like excitement as they looked down at you and the businessman, who pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
“Were you looking where you were going?” the shorter man asked, looking up at his friend as though determined to be stern, fighting a laugh.
“I got distracted by something pretty,” he admits, looking down at you.
That was the last straw. The shorter man burst into laughter — an unbelievably adorable giggle that made your heart thump in your throat. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he said through laughter.
“Thanks for being worried about me,” Mingyu said easily, patting your shoulder. “I’ll be okay now. Let’s go, Jihoon.”
And that was the next thing you knew him as — Lee Jihoon. It was a bit awkward when you followed them into the coffee shop, which had been your plan before Mingyu had been hit by a car. “Oh, you’re ordering?” Mingyu said to you. “Why don’t you sit with us?”
Involuntarily, you glanced at Jihoon. His dark eyes were still starry with curiosity, and you felt a rush of blood to your cheeks. “I don’t want to impose,” you said to them.
“Nonsense,” Jihoon said gently, addressing you for the first time. “Of course you should sit by us. Have whatever you like. I’ll pay.”
“No -“ you began to protest, but Jihoon shot you a look.
“I’ll pay,” he restated firmly, pulling a wallet out of his pocket.
The next hour had been surprisingly enjoyable. Mingyu was an eager, interested, engaging kind of person — but his companion intrigued you infinitely more. While Mingyu asked you questions about your background and family, Jihoon kept his eyes on you, listening and smiling but rarely interjecting.
You remembered how shocked he was when you had asked him questions about himself. At first, his answers were short and simple, but you found yourself asking follow up question after follow up question — perhaps to try and discover what it was about him that had captivated you so — and he slowly became more open. He shared about his family, his childhood, even his career as the owner of a successful music label. With every word, you became more endeared. Thoughtful, grounded, mature, but with a playful side hidden sometimes just in the corner of his grin or the light in his eyes, Jihoon was both incredibly easy to be around and a total surprise.
“He likes you,” Mingyu said when Jihoon had left to go to the restroom. “He’d never talk this much if he didn’t.”
You felt yourself blushing then. “He seems sweet,” you allowed, a smile stealing onto your face.
“He is,” Mingyu said, stretching his hands over his head. "And he's single."
You stupidly felt relieved at this. Mingyu could, evidently, see it in your face, because his grin only got wider. “Don’t worry,” he said conspiratorially. “I won’t tell him I told you.”
That meeting had ended with you three exchanging numbers, and that had turned in to you meeting up with him (and sometimes Mingyu) every day in that same coffee shop for breakfast. You got the sense somewhere in the many meals you shared that when he did speak, it was usually to coworkers and usually about business, but sharing about his life, his goals, his feelings was not something he got the opportunity to do often. And so you were absolutely fascinated by him -- his daily life experiences were enthralling when they came out of his mouth. He lit up around you in a way that made you feel special, and you loved listening to him talk. Before long, you'd fallen for him in a desperate way. You knew there was no way you'd ever recover.
You'd been trying to find the right way to tell him, but you always got so lost in him that it was difficult to squeeze a confession in. The amount of times you had typed out a text asking him on a proper date and then deleted it was embarrassing. You were so scared of losing what you had with him that you'd never hit send on a single one. Instead, you continued to meet him every day for breakfast, hoping your opportunity would smack you in the forehead (because knowing you, you'd probably miss it if it didn't).
Today when you arrive at the coffee shop, Jihoon is off his routine. His paper is folded on the table, and he is bouncing his leg and looking at the office buildings across the street like they have an important message emblazoned on their fronts. You try to keep your heart from turning over as he meets your gaze and an absolutely irresistible smile spreads over his face, realizing he isn't nervous -- he's excited. He motions to the seat next to him, and you jog over to sit by him.
“So,” he says as you sit. “I have a proposition for you.”
“Oh,” you say, trying not to sound too eager. “Explain, then.”
He takes a deep breath. “Can you come to an event tonight?”
“Oh!” You exclaim, taken aback. “Um, sure.”
He looks at you seriously. “It’s very important to me that you come,” he says, his eyes glowing with intensity. “You will, won’t you?”
“Of course,” you assure him, while simultaneously wondering how anyone ever says no to him. Those eyes, that smile, those lips -- the way his jacket strains across his compact frame in that way that makes it impossible for you not to wonder what it would feel like to bury your face in his chest...
By the time you've realized you're zoning out, he's writing something down on a piece of paper -- an address. "You could just text it to me," you point out, laughing.
He grins. "I know, but this is more fun and mysterious. Please don't look up the address before you come -- I kind of want it to be a surprise. Promise?"
"I promise." Because honestly, you think to yourself, you'd do anything he asked.
<3 <3 <3
You show up to the address on the paper ten minutes earlier than he asked you to come, waiting outside of what looks like a luxurious club in your nicest red dress. A man in glasses and a suit steps out from the club, asking your name. You tell him, and he nods, ushering you to a stairwell in the alley that leads down to the basement of the club.
Your jaw drops upon entry. There’s a spacious room with a high ceiling from which hangs an intricately designed chandelier. The glittering jewels hanging from the fixture cast rainbows all over the room. The whole room is very Gatsby-ish, and you look around nervously for Jihoon in the crowd of people already thronging the medium-sized stage.
You find him almost immediately — as he strides out on the stage in a suit, with a bright red electric guitar slung over his shoulder. He begins to play, and you watch from the side of the stage, your eyes wide and enthralled. You are shocked. He is amazing. His nimble fingers play dizzying strokes that send goosebumps up your arms. Where is the sweet, shy, endearing man from the coffeeshop? This new Jihoon commands a stage like a general commands an army. He is powerful and confident and perfectly in his element.
And you've never been more attracted to anyone in your whole life.
After he finishes his first song, he steps up to the mic. “I’m not usually the one who performs,” he says, and you almost yell why not, “but in honor of five years of our company, I wanted to do something special to pay respect to our artists. I’ll be playing a new release, which will eventually be given to one of our groups, called ‘Maybe I'm Falling for You.'”
He begins to pluck out a gentle, beautiful melody on his guitar. Before you know it, your eyes are filling with tears as Jihoon makes a detailed confession to you through his song — speaking of how you helped him feel seen and special and how beautiful he thinks you are.
For a moment, your lungs stop working. It seems like they’re taking in the music instead of the air, and you feel a sweet kind of dizziness as you watch him bare his soul in front of this crowd of people.
As the song wraps to a close, Jihoon’s eyes are scanning the audience. He finally sees you. Giving you a half smile, he gives a small point in your direction.
You rush through the door he exits through, catching him just as he puts down his guitar and throwing your arms around him. “Did you like it?” he asks nervously, and you laugh, your eyes blurring with tears.
You take his face in your hands. “I loved it,” you say. “It was perfect. You are perfect.”
His hands rise up to your wrists, and he beams at you. "No, you are," he says. Then suddenly, he looks nervous. Looking around as though worried you’re being watched, he only stays still once you grab his tie. He looks down at you and gulps nervously. You laugh before standing on your tiptoes and kissing him softly on the lips.
You try to turn to leave, but he catches your arm. Spinning you around, he pulls you in by the waist and kisses you back, deeper and more soulfully than you kissed him. His arms at your back feel strong and comforting, and his lips begin to travel -- from your mouth to your cheek to your forehead and temples, even sneaking a neck kiss in here and there. You start to hear music in your head again as he stops, breathless, to press his forehead against yours. “Sorry,” he says quietly, his chest heaving against your own. “I got a bit carried away.”
You kiss him square on the lips. “Do it again,” you say. He giggles before obeying.
#jihoon#lee jihoon#i need everyone to be more thirsty over my man#svt#svt fluff#svt imagines#svt x reader#seventeen#jihoon x reader#jihoon fluff#jihoon scenarios#woozi#woozi x reader#svt woozi#svt reactions#svt fanfic#svt fic
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project: make you love me (jyh) | six.
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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.
—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa
—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut
—word count: 3.5k
—chapter content/warnings: cussing, sweet yuyu per usual, seonghwa moment (sorry yes he's back briefly lmao), crying & some overthinking, next few chapters will prob feel like lil filler chapters while things progress between oc x yunho <33 we are almost there yall, promise!!
Yunho parks his car in the driveway, clicking the key fob to make sure his doors are locked after he grabs his things from the trunk. Entering the house, it's a lot quieter than expected— typically, he has family members or close neighbors over even if they're just there to sit in the kitchen and gossip with his aunt and mom.
When he sets his things down and walks further into the house, he realizes why it's so quiet in the house.
"Yunho! Our handsome boy!" His aunt yells from the backyard where she sits with his mom, two neighbors and their two friends. Yunho feels the heat rise to his cheeks because even though this is happens constantly— he's still not used to the praising and babying from his own family members.
"Hi." He gives them a toothless smile and waves, helping himself to a seat right next to his mom. "Miss Universe herself, how are you feeling?" His mom chuckles before playfully hitting his arm.
"I'm doing okay, my love. I missed you."
"I'm here now, right? Did your appointment go okay?" He swings his arm around her chair and focuses all of his attention on her.
"Yeah, it went perfectly fine. I felt a bit tired and weak afterwards, but nothing some good rest and food couldn't fix." Yunho nods.
"Okay, that's good."
"How about you, tell me all about school? I think your mom is missing some details." She says with a small smirk and Yunho can't help but playfully roll his eyes.
"Didn't you wanna go to the grocery store?" He changes the subject, his aunt immediately catching on to the shift in his body language.
"Yunho has a girlfriend, I think." She says to her neighbors while smirking at him. Yunho's mom laughs it off, standing to save her son from the oncoming comments, teasing, etc etc.
"Suho." His mom says in a scolding manner, slight drip of playfulness to it. "Don't you have a list of things we need to get at the grocery store?"
"Oh shit, you're right." She says, hurrying into the kitchen for her list. Yunho laughs and bids farewell to their friends, following his mom and aunt into the kitchen. His mom grabs the list from her sister, asking if she needs anything else or if she wants food from anywhere before they return. She simply says no and says she'll be heading out with her friends soon— that the both of them should just enjoy shopping and eating wherever they'd like.
And so with that, Yunho carefully helps his mom get settled before hopping into the driver's seat. His music is softly playing in the background, while his mom continues to tell him about how her appointments have been and the people she's encountered. He starts to laugh when she mentions one of the technicians at the dialysis center, and how she's bragged about him to her countless times.
"Okay mom, I appreciate it but you don't have to play cupid." He smiles at her before shifting his attention back to the road.
"I know, but sometimes I worry about you." She gently squeezes his bicep. "I can't help it because I'm your mom. You do a great job taking care of everyone else, sometimes I just want someone to help take care of you."
"I'll be okay."
"I know, I know." She lets out a breath before toothlessly smiling at him. "But, you get where I'm coming from."
"I think so."
"What about your friend?"
"What friend?"
"From school? The one you talked about, you know? Helping with her assignments."
"Oh, right." Yunho chuckles. "What about her?"
"Well, what's her name?"
"You're gonna look for her on Facebook."
"I am not." She playfully hits him, making him laugh.
"Her name is Y/N."
"Beautiful name. I'm sure she's very pretty." Yunho shrugs.
"Y-yeah she is. But, we're really just friends. We click pretty easily. Surprisingly."
"What do you mean surprisingly? You're the sweetest and the friendliest boy I know. And I'm not saying that because I'm your mother."
"You're definitely saying that because you're my mother." He laughs.
"Why don't you see where it goes?"
"I never said I wouldn't." He laughs a bit. "I'm also not going to force anything."
"That's fair. She seems to be a good friend, though."
"She is. She's sweet."
♣︎ FLASHBACK
"Yunho!" You happily head down the steps when you see him standing there, patiently waiting for you. He has his hands dug deep into his pockets, hood on his head. A small, tiny smile tugs at the corner of his lips when you finally come face to face and stand in front of his towering figure. "Hey you." You gently poke at his arm.
"What's up?" He starts to lead the way with slow, steady steps— walking down his usual path around the complex.
"Kinda just wanted to take a quick walk."
"Feeling okay?"
"Yeah. Just tired."
"You're telling me. How's practice been?"
"Practice is practice. It's fun to be doing it with friends though." He nods, silently walking alongside of you. "How's Yeosang?" He chuckles.
"Yeosang is Yeosang. Currently still yelling at his screen."
"You guys should game together."
"We do when he decides to play Valorant, but he's more into League." He scratches at his temple. "I must sound very attractive right now." You laugh a bit.
"That sounds very fun. You'll have to teach me one day."
"You sure about that?"
"Yeah, why not. I'd probably have to play on a dummy account or something so I don't ruin your level." You tilt your head in confusion. "Ranks? Whatever they're called." He smiles.
"Fair." You laugh.
"Wow, so you don't believe in my abilities, huh?"
"You said it first."
"Yunho." You whine, making him laugh a little loudly this time.
"I'm kidding. I believe in you. It's really not that bad." You smile, but it quickly fades when you almost bump into Yunho just as he suddenly stops in his tracks. "Look." He looks down at you, then points upwards. "The moon." You stand beside him and look up at the moon.
"It's beautiful."
"Hm, yeah." He snaps a photo. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stop."
"No, please. I like seeing these parts of you." He smiles.
"Yeah?" You nod. "You don't think it's odd?"
"I could never think that way about you, Yunho." You playfully tap his arm. "Seriously. It's nice to see someone appreciate the moon."
"Someone has to." You giggle as you both continue to slowly walk alongside each other, arm brushing against one another.
♣︎ END
"Please don't forget to bring her by one day. I'd still like to meet her."
"Meet her?"
"You've been happier lately, and that's all I could ask for. She sounds lovely."
"Okay." Yunho nods and smiles at her just as he pulls into the lot of the market.
Yunho patiently goes around with his mom, placing every item she needs into the cart while she points out what's needed. They spend a good 45 minutes, close to an hour, just taking their time buying what's needed and other necessities. Afterwards, Yunho takes his mom to her favorite Chinese restaurant. They spend time talking about all things school-related and what his plans might be for the near future.
And Yunho loves being home, don't get him wrong. He'd always spend time with his family over anything. But, he couldn't help but think of you— especially after his mom brought you up.
He hopes you're okay. Maybe he'll check on you tonight.
Tonight, you wrap up your homework and waddle over to the couch— joining Seungmin and Chaery in the living room while they watch their show. Soobin is cooking himself some dinner since he just got back not too long ago from the library.
"Any of you guys want some ramen before I shut this off?"
"Nope!" Seungmin yells loudly even though he's just in the living room.
"Same. Thanks Soobinnie." Chaery says in a sing-song tone. You simply look at Soobin with a small smile, shaking your head before returning your attention to your phone. A text comes in and you're [slightly] surprised at who it is— but, you definitely can't say that it doesn't put a smile on your face.
yunho: take a look at the moon if you haven't yet.
But, your smile instantly fades when you can't respond right away. A call cuts through on your screen, and it's probably the last person you want to speak to right now— even though you know you need to.
"Hello?" You answer nonchalantly, not in the mood to speak to Seonghwa.
"Hey. Are you free right now?" You sigh and look at the clock. 10pm.
"Yeah, I am."
"Can you come down? I'm here in my car."
"For what, Seonghwa?" You hear him sigh heavily on the other line before speaking up again.
"I just want to talk. We haven't talked in days and I'm trying to figure out what's going on between us."
"Seonghwa—"
"Y/N, please. That's all I'm asking for." He says in a serious tone. You roll your eyes and purse your lips together, pausing for a moment before responding.
"Fine. I'll be down in a few."
"Alright." And with that, you end the call— sliding your phone into the pocket of your sweats before forcing yourself off of the couch to grab the nearest jacket.
"My jacket?" Soobin watches as you snatch his jacket off of the dining table chair.
"I just need it for a second. Please?" You pout and he nods.
"Where are you going?" Chaery asks while her and Seungmin continue to watch their show, her eyes fixed on the TV.
"Seonghwa wants to talk."
"Oh, jeez." She says. "Goodluck with that, hun. Call if you need anything."
"Yup!" You slip into your crocs, dragging your feet down the steps and to Seonghwa's car. He's parked by the curb, windows slightly rolled down so you're able to catch a peek of him. He's staring down at the phone near his lap, the light illuminating his face. He texts away even as you approach the door, but chucks it into his middle console after he's sent whatever he needed to send. You plop onto the passenger's seat and avoid eye contact, crossing your arms as you look straight ahead at the car in front of his.
"Hi to you, too." He furrows his brows a bit.
"So, what is it Seonghwa?" You finally turn to him and let out a barely audible sigh.
"Baby, come on." Seonghwa clicks his teeth and pouts a bit. He slips his hand on your thigh and lets it rest there. "I said I was sorry. I know I fucked up majorly, but something just came up and—"
"Something came up? Something always comes up for you. You couldn't even take one second to text me or let me know? It doesn't take much."
"I know, I thought I was going to be able to make it in time."
"Right. I've heard that before."
"I'm sorry." He repeats.
"Heard that before too." You shake your head. "Seonghwa, I think we should just stop doing this, okay? Clearly, you have better things to worry about and I'm just tired."
"W-what?" He looks at you, really looks at you. Almost in disbelief. Probably disbelief. "Baby, I don't wanna do that. I don't wanna lose you."
"It doesn't matter if you do, you always have someone to fall back onto." You shoot back, and he's silent. Of course he is. "I thought so."
"No, you're not giving me time to get my thoughts together." He panics. "Y/N, baby. Please. Hear me out. I don't wanna lose you. I really don't. I know I fucked up time and time again, but I'll do better. It's always been you and—"
"You're only worried about losing the idea of me, someone who will be there as your safety blanket when other shit doesn't pull through for you. You aren't actually worried about me, and you know I'm right." He scoffs and shakes his head, but he doesn't say anything, no. He can't say anything because he knows it's true. He quickly deflects and brings up the one thing that has been running his last nerve lately:
"Why don't you just say that it's Yunho?"
"This has nothing to do with Yunho, Seonghwa! I'm so tired. It's been months of this back and forth bullshit, don't you get it? It's so clear what this means to you, and I don't wanna stick around, waiting for somebody that doesn't even care about me."
"Don't say that I don't care—"
"You don't!" Your tone raises a bit, and this is when it settles that Seonghwa isn't good for you. He will never be good for you, good to you. He will never change, and you will never find an ounce of pure, genuine happiness being stuck here. "You really don't. You can't claim that when I've caught you multiple times doing shit behind my back, let alone left my ass in the cold like I was easily disposable. Multiple times." Tears are pricking your bottom lids and you're not sure if it's because of everything you've been through or if it's because you feel bad for yourself— for settling, for letting him walk over you. You are aware that, however this ends, you'll need to take a moment and say your peace to it. "I'm so done with it, Hwa. I don't need this."
"Wait, Y/N. Please." He says, hand giving your thigh a gentle squeeze so you don't up and leave right away.
"No. We're just going to go in circles and repeat the cycle. This is done—"
"How can I fix this?" You furrow your brows and shake your head, letting out a scoff.
"You really have to ask? If you really wanted to know, you would've asked that question a long time ago." You remove his hand from your thigh.
"So, that's it?" He asks because he doesn't know how else to respond without sounding even more pathetic. "Y/N." Hwa panics again when he sees you swing the door open, stepping out without saying another word to him. Though, he couldn't really tell you why he panicked— perhaps, yeah, it's the thought of losing you, but mainly his image. How he'd look if people ever found out that you left him first.
And you know this already.
In plain words, he's just worried about losing another girl on his list. Especially the one that was always there for him, the one that rarely gave him issues. Didn't get strung up too quickly, didn't really press him for shit over the months.
Damn.
Even though you said it had nothing to do with him, Seonghwa still thinks Yunho played a part in it. And that's fucking annoying.
"Y/N!" You hear him call for you again, even after you've slammed his door and stormed off to your apartment. You feel the tears pricking your lids again, and you're doing your best to hold it in. But eventually, the tears stream down your cheeks; one by one.
This is you saying your peace.
Then, you'll move on. As you should.
"Baby is back!" Chaery cheers but her smile instantly fades when she sees you wiping away at your face. "Aw no, baby. What happened?" You shrug as she comes to you and pulls you into her arms.
"I just ended it with Seonghwa."
"Oh shit, good for you! Finally!" Seungmin is still sitting on the floor, so he flicks her on the leg. "Ow! The heck?"
"What she means to say is that everything's gonna be okay, and that it's okay to cry if you need to." He looks at her and she follows with a slow nod.
"Yes, absolutely." You wipe the remaining stragglers and shake it off, returning Soobin's jacket to the dining chair.
"It's fine, I'll be okay. I needed to do that." You look at them with a reassuring expression. "It's just time to move past this." Chaery rubs your back.
"Do you need anything?" You shake your head.
"No, but I'm going to head into the room and just chill for the night."
"Okay." Chaery gives you a small smile.
"Get some rest." Soobin adds.
"I will." You head off to the bathroom to wash up and get ready for bed. It's still early but you don't think you'll be sleeping anytime soon with the thoughts that are currently bombarding your head. It does suck to finally part from something that no longer serves you, but you know it's for the best.
You were done.
Suddenly, you remember Seonghwa bringing up Yunho and it begins to irritate you. How dare he? He knows nothing about Yunho, and you hate how he's the first one he tries to blame. Shame that he's grown but can't take full responsibility for his actions. Until this day, Seonghwa has yet to fully acknowledge everything he's done.
He still finds a way to beat around the bush, implying that he did no wrong.
You shut off the lights and lay in bed with the mood lamp on, picking up your phone to finally respond to people. You sent your mom and sister a quick text before switching to Yunho's thread— realizing you still haven't responded to his last text.
you: ugh, that picture is perfect. the moon is sooo pretty tonight. ���
you: sorry for the late response, kinda got wrapped up with something super last min. how's your weekend going?
yunho: why the sad face? 😣
you: it'd be nice if we could go on a walk and look at the moon together.
yunho: aw yeah, that does sound nice. but, i hope the picture at least put a smile on your face.
yunho: & you don't have to apologize. but, it's been nice being at home and catching up with my family. what about you? everything okay?
you: i don't know? it's okay, i guess. just kinda tired.
yunho: you sure that's it?
you: no. 😕 but, it's nothing really.
yunho: calling you in a few, is that okay?
you: more than okay!
You continue to scroll through your phone for a couple of more minutes before Yunho's name lights up on the screen. A small smile pulls at your lips just as you pick up the call, Yunho rustling around in the background.
"Hi." You hear a bit more rustling before Yunho is letting out a [content] sigh.
"Hey, sorry. Just got in bed."
"That's okay." You chuckle. "I'm also lying down and just being lazy."
"Good, you should just rest." Yunho clears his throat. "You okay?"
"Mm, I don't know. I guess."
"What's going on?"
"I ended things with Seonghwa tonight." He remains silent for a bit before he responds with a—
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Again, just moving on." You chuckle a bit. "I did cry a teensy weensy bit, but I needed to let it out in order to let it go."
"Yeah, totally understandable. You sure you're okay? It's okay if you aren't."
"I am okay. It does suck though, we argued and then I just—" You pause. "I don't know. I guess I realized how this wasn't good for me. Everything came crashing down and I was so over it."
"Mhm." He softly answers, letting you continue on.
"I don't wanna keep being like that, you know? I don't say much, but I always feel anxious and stressed. I always end up thinking about what Seonghwa will do to hurt me next. That sounds so bad, but it's the best way to put it." You sigh. "It's just not good."
"I'm sorry, Y/N. It's not. But, it's okay if you aren't okay right now. Take your time."
"Thanks Yunho. Seriously. I'll be good." You let out a small, breathy laugh. "Just a moment of weakness."
"Not weakness." There's a small pause as you let Yunho's response sink.
"Hey, by the way. We're doing a scary movie night thing at our apartment soon. Do you wanna come over and join us?"
"Hm." He hums, thinking about whether or not he should just do it.
"Come on, it'll be fun."
"Fun for you because I'm sure I'll end up as your punching bag when things get too scary." You chuckle.
"No, not even! Seriously. We'll have lots of food."
"What movie are you planning to put on?"
"Would that be a dealbreaker?" You tease.
"Maybe." He plays along.
"I truly have no idea yet."
"Alright then." He laughs. "Yeah, I'll join." You gasp.
"Really?"
"Yeah." He reiterates.
"Aw, yay! I hope you didn't feel pressured or obligated." Yunho sits on his response for a bit; no, he doesn't feel that way. It might be new hanging out with you and your friends, but he was looking forward to just being in your company.
"Never that."
"I'll text you all the details later." You yawn.
"Sleepy?"
"Kinda. Just exhausted."
"I can go if you—"
"Stay. You're good. Even though I might fall asleep soon." You giggle.
"That's fine." Yunho answers. The two of you continue to talk a bit about how home has been for Yunho and what you had been up to over the weekend. After the cute giggles and playful teasing, there's a nice, comforting silence that falls between you two. Yunho almost believes you've fallen asleep until you sleepily break the silence by calling his name.
"Yunho?" There you go, calling his name like you always do. It's becoming a weakness for him.
"Hm?"
"Thanks for always showing me the moon."
"Course." He matches your tone, and responds close to a whisper. Another silence settles in, but Yunho is positive you've fallen asleep due to the very small and soft snores he hears on the other line. He chuckles to himself before setting his phone aside, keeping the call connected on speaker in case anything went wrong.
He'd be there.
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— CRUSH HC’S, shuri udaku
authors note : lil sum while i work on some other stuff
(this takes place before t’challa and ramonda’s deaths)
doesn’t know how to talk to you most of the time once she realizes she has a crush on you lmao i like to believe that she’s one of those ppl whos real chill n will joke w u until someone she likes walks into the room
you were walking into the lab with t’challa and nakia, laughing at something nakia said. shuri heard your laugh echo throughout the lab and her heart started racing faster as soon as she did. she felt herself get tongue tied before you even approached her.
“hi, shuri!” you greeted cheerfully once you saw the girl. she jumped and her tools almost clattered on the table. “h-hey y/n!” she’d stutter pitifully. it was adorable to you, and you caught onto it quickly. meanwhile, both t’challa and nakia had to hold back a laugh at the young genius.
you thought about it often, how easily flustered she got when it came to you. here she was, holding so much confidence until it came to you.
she’d freeze up whenever you came down to the lab and watched her work diligently.
you were just strolling the palace grounds and just somehow found yourself where you knew the princess would be.
it was def planned cause you missed her and wanted to see her lmao
“hello, ms. y/n.” one of the scientists greeted you. “hello!” you would reply cheerfully. shuri froze in her spot at the sound of your voice. ‘shitshitshit-‘ “hi, shuri!” your little heart started beating faster when you greeted her, as did hers.
she unfortunately choked up before she get her response out. “are you okay?” you asked all concerned, having no idea of the effect you had on her. “uh- yup, yeah, just uh, working on some stuff.” she cursed herself for the way she acted around you. where the hell did all her confidence go when she was with t’challa?
it was a bit quiet, the two of you starting to get awkward. the silence was loud, too loud, so you decided to cut it. you had a reason to come down here, and here was the reason. “can i watch you work?” you asked. if possible, her heart started beating faster.
“sure, um, just pull up a chair.”
you sat there and asked questions while she worked and gave directions to the scientists. shuri felt your eyes on her almost the entire time she worked and it made her nervous. it also worked her brain a bit harder. why were you staring so much? unless she was overthinking it..
shuri thought about you a little more than usual later that night
she finally gets the courage to grow a pair and ask you out on a date
this happens a while later, and i’m saying that because the tension between yall has grown a lot and when i say a LOT.
you going down to her lab had become an everyday thing; you’d assist her with some things, ask her questions, stay until Bast knows when because you weren’t ready to say goodbye.
she’d walk you back to your place, and purposely make the walk as slow as possible to spend more time with you. you didn’t mind it though, because it allowed you to connect with her about interests, etc.
she shows up late at night to your door (i’m a sucker for scenes like these sorry), knees weak, heart beating out of her chest and running over the many scenarios that could play out in the next 10 minutes.
you open the door, shocked that shuri would step out of the lab just to see you. you didn’t even stop to think that she was missing you. bad.
you noticed her body language too quick — her pupils dilated, her messing with her slender fingers, her chewing on her lips. she was nervous, and that made you nervous.
“what’s up, shuri?” she took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. “doyouwannagoonadate.” she spat out, hoping you understood her. Bast be against her, you didn’t. your confusion was displayed on your face, and that only made her more anxious.
“do you- um-“ she licked her lips and swallowed thickly. you furrowed your eyebrows watching the scientist struggle to speak. “do you wanna go on a date with me?” she finally got the words out, and you froze.
never in a million years did you think that she would like you back, nor would she ask you out. “you.. you wanna take me on a date?” “i- i mean you don’t HAVE to go, i was just thinking on it for a while and-“ you gripped her hand to get her attention.
“no, no, shuri i wanna go. i just didn’t think you’d asked me first.” you smiled.
oh, how shuri adored the sight.
she melted, her knees weakening at the thought of her knowing she made you smile.
“i’ll come pick you up tomorrow night, my love.”
#shuri x reader#shuri x fem!reader#black panther#black panther wakanda forever#shuri imagine#shuri black panther#shuri udaku × reader
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20 Questions Game
Tagged by @jadedloverart! for once, i've finished work early and am free to write fic and answer tag games today hahaha thanks for the tag!!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
31 lmao, feeling a lil fandom old or whatever haha
2. Total AO3 word count
157,459 ??? wild considering i mostly post one-shots hahaha
3. Fandoms you write for
for the past few years it's been supercorp but you can also find bechloe, junksen/embry, some choices (the cyoa game), and les mis sprinkled in my ao3. all wlw too
4. Top 5 fics by kudos -
ruined nights make for perfect first dates (bechloe)
'cause you know all of my secrets (supercorp)
maybe i matter (because i knew you) (bechloe)
love tastes like spring and blood (bechloe)
kept my face to the sun (you drive away my shadows) (supercorp)
most interesting thing for me abt this is that ruined nights is the shortest one out of all five of these??? love that ppl liked it so much tho
5. Do you respond to comments?
as much as possible yeah! which reminds me that i haven't replied to @jadedloverart's comment on my fic. and other comments. i should do that hahaha
6. Fic w/ Angstiest Ending -
i don't end with angst haha i'm angst with a happy ending or bust lmao BUT the closest to angst would probably be love tastes bc the issue isn't solved until the very end
7. Happiest ending? -
all of them 💕 but if i had to choose then probabbbly cause you know
8. Do you get hate on fics?
not that i'm aware of!
9. Do you write smut/what kind?
nope! never been interested in writing it mostly bc my brain sees it as "action with even more emotions" and i have a hard enough time with action as it is lol
10. Do you write crossovers?
used to! and if you count the mcu+comics!marvel crossover i only posted a tidbit of, then yes, i still do
11. Ever had a fic stolen?
again, not that i know of
12. Ever had a fic translated?
yeah! can't remember for what tho but someone very kindly asked and i said ofc!! and then they sent the link but i can't remember where lmao
13. Ever cowritten a fic?
a long long time ago haha, wouldn't be opposed to doing it again though!
14. Favorite ship?
it's been supercorp since the pandemic! but who knows where the winds of my silly lil whims might take me?
15. A wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
all of them 💕 lmao jk jk but seriously i have a LOT of wips and i put them all under ONE file so it's like wading through a garbage dump trying to see what i'll do next and that's just for supercorp, i have separate untouched wips for allll my other old fandoms too lmao (some wips i doubt i'll ever finish for sc though are the undercover fake lovers one, the coastal cleanup one even though it SHOULD be easy in theory, the hanahaki au that's lena's version instead of kara's, and the one based off of emily the song by jeremy zucker)
16. Writing strengths?
anything descriptive! i can go in depth about shit forevveeerrrr
17. Writing weaknesses?
dialogue. like i can WRITE it and i can even write it WELL but that dialogue came from the bloodbath of thousands of drafts so
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in a different language?
many thoughts! number one being that if you don't know it, get someone who's above average fluent to help you if you feel like the language is needed in the story! and if the language is fake (like using kryptonian) then make the inclusion of it make sense! other thoughts are for my thinking only 💕 (and my unfortunate friends who have to listen to me lecture)
19. First Fandom you wrote for?
MAYBE ranger's apprentice or percy jackson
20. Favorite fic you've ever written?
i can't pick favorite for my babies but i'm hella proud of all my supercorp fics rn! it had been so long since i joined a new fandom that i felt suuupppeerrr awkward posting at first! but it's been a nice experience shifting fandoms ever since :)))
for the no pressure tags! @nostradamus0 @sssammich @ridiculously-over-obsessed @tiny-maus-boots and anyone else who wants to join!
#tag game#while i do genuinely mean 'and anyone else who wants to join' it ALSO means 'i don't remember y'alls usernames'#and i'm p sure i just flat out forGOT even if in my heart of hearts i know that username hasn't changed in a long while#i just can't REMEMBER
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a lil part 2 for this fic here... idk why. i just felt like it and i've had so many prompts i needed to write something slightly original. please enjoy 0.8K+ words of allergic e/ddie lmao :)
It gets better before it gets worse all over again.
Steve has to take the kids home first before he can deal with Eddie; since Robin calls shotgun and refuses to relinquish it even though Eddie's still puffy-eyed and irritated, Dustin and Max end up in the backseat with the older teenager. He smiles apologetically as Max slides in the middle between him and Dustin, to which she responds with a small quirk of her lips before asking Steve if he can drop her off with Dustin. "You can't bring Eddie back to the trailer park, anyway," she points out, and Steve really can't argue against that. "Besides, my mom would probably prefer that I stay over at someone else's house."
"Call her when you get in," Steve tells Max, after a second's hesitation. "Call her, then come out and give me a thumbs up or something like that to let me know we're good. I won't leave otherwise."
She rolls her eyes but nods, muttering something that sounds suspiciously like "alright, Dad" before turning to Dustin. The two of them bow their heads together, quietly discussing who— or rather, what —might have killed Chrissy as Eddie knuckles at his nose and pretends not to listen to them. It's quiet and awkward and the tension is occasionally punctured by Eddie's congested-but-still-stifled sneezes, but none of them really mind the soft allergic symphony. It's a reminder that he's still here, with them, that they succeeded and might be able to save him.
The second the kids exit the car and the door to Dustin's house closes, Eddie immediately twists and sneezes roughly into his shoulder, louder and less restrained than he's let himself be since they left the boathouse. Neither Steve nor Robin are worried; it's just a triple, nothing unlike the other sets he's succumbed to. But this time, after the initial three, the fit just... doesn't end.
"Uh, Eddie?"
"Y-hh! Yeah? hk'sHh! iktsh'uh!"
"Are you, like, alive back there?" Robin asks, turning in her seat to glance at the older boy as Steve does the same, one eye still on the Henderson’s front door. Eddie’s started attempting (and failing, for the most part, there's just too damn many) to stifle his sneezes, embarrassed, but still nods insistently.
"I'm fihhne, Buckley. h'ngxt! ng'SHH! h'shUh! Just... hih! This is par for the course really. kTsh! TSH! h'shH'uhh! God, fuck me," he mutters, breathless, before burying another rapid fit in his shoulder.
Steve watches as a sliver of light creeps across the grass, widening as Max steps halfway out, flips him off, and ducks back inside the moment after he flashes her a thumbs up. "Christ man, bless you. Times, like, a thousand."
"h'nXt'uh! Thank you." Eddie sniffles, looks around the backseat, then to them again as Steve presses down on the gas. "I don't suppose you have any tissues up there? Napkins, even?"
"I don't think so," Robin says, even as she rifles through the glove compartment and side door. "No, sorry, but we'll give you some Benadryl when we get to Steve's house."
Eddie sucks a breath in between his teeth, wincing apologetically. "Shit, yeah, uh. That's not going to work."
"Why not?"
"h'ish! hih'SHh! iSH'uh! I'm allergic to Benadryl. Like, throwing-up, more-hives-than-I-already-have levels of allergic."
"You have hives?!" Steve and Robin ask in tandem, the latter turning around again as Eddie's eyes go wide.
"Uh, yeah?"
Robin slaps a palm to her forehead, fingers running through her hair once before she starts rambling. "Oh my god, why the fuck didn't you tell us you have hives? That's a sign of anaphylaxis, you idiot, and there's a very real possibility that from there you'll go into anaphylactic shock. How allergic even are you to dust if you have goddamn hives—"
"Breathe, Robin," Steve says gently, his voice causing her attention to whip over to him so fast he's surprised she doesn't get whiplash. He exaggerates a breath, inhaling and exhaling slowly as he makes a left turn onto his road.
"Right, yes, of course. I'm sorry," she says, a bit slower than before. Her speech is still rushed, but it's back to normal Robin-levels. "Eddie, how bad are they?"
He shrugs, avoiding meeting either of their concerned gazes. "I don't know. A bit worse than how they normally are, I guess? But it's really nothing too bad, I can manage as long as I stay out of that goddamn dust shed."
"How the hell are you worse now than you were in the boathouse?" Steve questions, letting out a quiet sigh of relief as they pull into his driveway.
"Delayed reaction." Eddie presses his fingers into his eyes, not yet daring to rub but desperate enough that he might. "Ugh, I'm so fucking itchy."
"You can take a shower if you want," Steve offers. "Get the dust off. Plus, I have some clothes that we can make fit, if you want to change out of those. Since they're covered in dust, and all."
Eddie nods gratefully, unbuckling and eagerly sliding out of the car with them both. "That sounds great. Really. Thank you, Steve."
"Of course," he says, shutting the door just a second before Robin does and grinning over at her. She sticks her tongue out at him, childishly, but smiles brightly. "We're trying to save you from getting killed. We can't let some dust get you before Jason Carver does."
#s/tranger t/hings snzfic#snzfic#s/tranger t/hings#e/ddie m/unson#s/teve h/arrington#r/obin b/uckley#swts fic
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Okay due to popular demand, here's the lil first chapter of the fic I started once upon a time! The date on the document tells me it was written August 9th 2015 specifically, 4:03am (that checks out)
It was meant to be about Drakken and Shego first meeting, but I don't remember what I was actually going to do with them lmao
I didn't really edit anything save for a few awkward phrases as my English wasn't quite as good back then, so please be nice I was still a kid 😂🩷
Beginning [working title]
She would’ve thought finding a villain’s secret lair should’ve been harder, at least a little. She hadn’t even needed to search.
No, she had picked up the address in the villain’s magazine “Villain’s Weekly” (yes, villains had their own magazine! And they didn’t even seem to check who subscribed to it either, given that someone with her background had had no trouble getting her hands on the newest issue). Technically, every single superhero in the world could easily check the pages for the latest trends in villainy, interesting schemes and detailed profiles and interviews of the top trending evildoers, stopping them in their tracks before they could even start on their plans. It was a mystery how it hadn’t happened before.
Or maybe it had, but no one had cared to mention.
Anyways, here she was now, sitting on a chair in a dimly lit hallway, opposite to a closed metal door which appeared to be the entrance to an office or something. A hand-written cardboard sign saying “Now Hiring” was propped up next to it. After entering the lair (she had actually rung the doorbell instead of just letting herself in as she was used to, trying not to make an all too bad first impression) a man with a clueless expression who seemed to be in his late 30’s had let her in, though his age was hard to tell due to the red mask and sunglass-thingies that covered his eyes and appeared to be part of his uniform/jumpsuit.
After telling him why she was there he had led her to the chair and disappeared inside the room opposite of her for a few seconds before emerging again and telling her to please wait a moment, the boss would receive her soon.
The woman took the time to take in her surroundings. The building was large and located in what she guessed had used to be a factory a long time ago, set in a somewhat remote location, though not actually as remote as one would’ve expected. The drive here from the nearest village had merely taken her about 20 minutes. Granted, she hadn’t exactly obeyed the speed limit, but still.
She hadn’t seen much of the inside yet on her way in, only the entrance hall that she had walked through on her way to the long, dark corridor in which she now sat. Still, it had been enough to get a vague idea of the rest of the place.
The hall was fairly large, if not to say unnecessarily so, and the ceiling was so high up that there were even a couple of bridge-like passages up there one could comfortably walk on without being in any danger of bumping one’s head. There were merely enough lamps to be able to see properly without developing a headache after five minutes, and most of the room’s walls were hidden behind robotic figures of any shapes and sizes, covered in shadows, seemingly lurking there as if waiting for the time to strike.
All in all, the place had a very eerie vibe to it; a bit too eerie for her taste. Not that she was afraid – she didn’t scare, ever – but it just felt kind of cliché. It looked exactly the way the villain’s lairs had always looked like in the movies she’d watched as a kid, and she would’ve thought they’d make it a bit less obvious in real life. This place just had evil lair written all over it, complete with a neon sign with an arrow pointing at the door. She could only imagine what the person who owned this place would be like. But then again, at least he didn’t live in a literal nest on a mountain and dressed as a bird.
Still, the overly cliché lair complete with dim lighting and inventions that were obviously there for the sole purpose of creating an atmosphere, the ridiculous “Now Hiring” sign midst all of it and the fact that she had found this place because both address and phone number had been printed in a public magazine in bold under the heading “EVIL SIDEKICK WANTED – CALL DR. DRAKKEN” should’ve given her an indication to leave and never look back.
But for some reason that she didn’t, and would never in the years to follow understand, she stayed.
And when the door opened and a man with light blue skin, a dark blue lab coat, messy, black hair and a huge grin on his face peeked out of it before emerging completely and said “Welcome, Miss Shego. Sorry to leave you waiting. Why don’t you come in and we get started?” she got up, gave him a polite smile as well, shook his hand and followed him back through the door.
#kim possible#shego#dr drakken#drakgo#not actually shippy but i know for a fact it was meant to be heading there#i also started one from drakken's pov but that one's only two paragraphs rip#lil me had plans tho wow
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A friend shared this lil' meme on a server we're in so I kinda wanna do it lol
SOME EXPLANATIONS below and beware of controversial takes!
Ship That I Love At First Sight -- I'M A KORRASAMI TRUTHER SINCE BOOK ONE. Very controversial take, but I really hated how Mako behaved and how he was positioned on that stupid love triangle but Korra and Asami's interaction felt so genuine. It felt like they were genuinely so interested with each other and wanted to become (at least) friends, but felt a little awkward considering their situation. I remember saying to my friend "UGH I wish they're the ones being shipped by the show instead". I continued having no hope and watched the show in "eh" although I loved how their relationship finally developed. AND LO AND BEHOLD. People say them being endgame is not valid and not deserving can meet and fistfight me at 3 PM in the school's football field.
Ship That I Initially Don't Like - This is going to be another controversial take because hhh ok. So I started only shipping Akihiko and Shinjiro because who doesn't love tragic gay childhood best friends who were torn apart due to trauma and life choices and one of them died in a way to sorta atone their mistakes etc etc. Like THE ANGST -- especially when you play this game at FUCKING 16 and only slowly opening the closet door. I invest to them greatly. Surprise surprise, even though she's my type I initially didn't get to like Mitsuru immediately but I realized it's not Misturu that I hate but... Something about her relationship with Yukari bring the worst out of each other (yeah I know they get better at P4A but 1they do have a long way to go I feel like). Turns out I just don't like it when Mitsuru interacts with Yukari but her interaction with other characters is fine to me. So I didn't pay P3 attention for a while but revisited it somewhere in 2010 and I realized how in sync and deeply connected Akihiko and Misturu were. They're so parents-coded to SEES (and boi do I love a dilfxmilf coded ship). That November 4th event did appealed to me the first time but it appealed to me even more. And I thought about how both have lost everything but still have each other and get each other's back almost in a non verbal way. The only person who can love and understand Akihiko in and out the way Shinji does to me is Mitsuru and the only person who would have all the grace, compassion, and patience to Mitsuru with all her burden is just Akihiko. So yeah, I guess they're otp too now. It's okay if you don't agree with this or if you're disgusted by the fact that I don't really vibe with the popular wlw ship in P3. Sometimes you just don't vibe with something, you know. I'm sure there are things you just don't vibe with too and that's cool. That's just human. But if you call me lesboph*bic or h*mophobic for this and think I deserve harassment... WOAH lmao. Are you okay?
Ship That I Don't Like Anymore - Siegfried and Cassandra is a ship of the past when I was still a stupid literal child brainwashed by cisheteronormativity and I just shipped the emoest conventionally attractive BOY with the boisterous sunshine of a conventionally attractive GIRL. As I became an adult I just lost interest in it completely and realized, HEY. Cassandra Alexandra is BIG LESBIAN. No way that girl is straight. Besides, if I wanna see conventionally attractive blonde people getting hooked now, I can just look at Husband and Wife Courtney Miller and Shayne Topp Miller.
Favorite Popular Ship - I think this doesn't need much explanation.
Favorite Rarepair - So is this one.
Controversial Ship - Okay, so, maybe they're not that controversial, but OMG people hate villains and people just can't grasp the fact that sometimes we read books and watch shows and find the villains entertaining because they're complexly written. Do we condone all the fucked up things these two assholes had done? Nah. Do we find character dynamics and development interesting to pay attention to and how the story makes us wanna know what happen? Yeah! But still, people hate me for finding these particular fictional rocks interesting 😂🙃 Other than that, there are people with the headcanon of them being sisters and you know how people treat different headcanons than theirs online, harass the fuck out of anyone who has that different headcanon.
Ship That I Want To Become Canon Most - Sometimes an enby just wants to enjoy a non problematic ship where two adults fall in love and be parents. Sometimes I just wanna enjoy a found family and adoption ever after. Like that sweet dream stepmom headcanon or a girl adopted by loving parents and gets a younger sister thing. Like man. Sometimes you just want simple things. Llsten, I don't think my favorite, even close to canon queer cookie ships can have the chance so Devsis. I'm begging you. At least the breeders are ok with this one, just give it a greenlight.
Comfort Ship - This also needs no explanation lol. They're my foster parents.
A Ship That Deserves More Attention - I'm generally a casual Jojo shipper and most of my favorite ships are the common ones but I really enjoy the KakPol dynamic. Something about a chill guy and a disastrous guy feels kinda sweet to me. To be honest, I find Part 3 Jotaro is hard to ship with anyone (yes, including Kakyoin -- I'm ok with the ship tho!) because of how edgy and distant he is. Like, he's just being his cool main character self and no one can touch him (and Jotaro is my most favorite beside Lisa Lisa lol, but sometimes it's just weird how you just like a character but can't really ship em with anyone). So I just pay more giggles to KakPol and sometimes PolAvdol.
First OTP - I'm torn between Jason and Kimberly from Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, Rei and Minako from Sailor Moon or THEM. But I feel for a fact that I was a hardcore Xena x Gabrielle stan at 6-7 years old is so interesting to me. First of all, this isn't a kids show, unlike Power Rangers or Sailor Moon anime. Second of all, I still understood nothing and my idea of romance were soooo limited, yet I wanted these two to hold hands and go on dates. NO ONE TOLD ME HOW TO BE GAY but somehow I AM. I tuned in to Xena every Sunday afternoon. Like I just wanna see Xena and Gabrielle be badass and flirt with each other and somehow frustrated why they keep pairing them with uninteresting men lol 😂 but yeah. Look where I am now!
Current OTP - And to wrap it and sorta make it funny, of course I gotta involve another ship that has a Gabriel on it 😂 Of course this is my choice of current otp. I invest to them a lot and I still can't get enough of them. I want them to kiss forever and I'm grateful they have all the time to kiss 🥰
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Follow Through.
Mark managed to keep his best friend status with you even after you moved away. With a friendship strictly through imessage, facetime, and social media, it was surprisingly easy to keep him in your life. Even when things suddenly became sexual. By the time you move back home, you learn that the both of you talk big game through text, but nearly forgot how to communicate face to face.
Enter Lee Donghyuck, an old friend turned fuck-buddy. He is, unfortunately, also Mark’s best friend. But to be fair, he didn’t know what he was getting into when he suggested the two of you enter into the agreement of no-strings-attached. Kind of hard to have no strings when Mark is tying them all over the place.
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WORDCOUNT ― 23.5K
PARING ― mark lee x female reader (ft. lee donghyuck)
CONTENT ― phone sex (kind of), sexting(kind of), frustrating communications, semi-red flag mark, pining, best friends to established relationship, mark big jealous, hyuck big idiot and kind of a bad friend to mark, y/n big confused about everything, smut, unprotected sex, angst if you’re a lil bitch.
NOTE ― this fic is old and unedited. srry about using haechan’s real name lmao, its kinda awkward now
Incoming Message:
Mark: so you’re really moving back? You really aren’t just playing a prank on me again?
You laugh out at yourself, staring into the empty apartment you called home for the past two years. It’s finally happening, moving back home because of the same job that tore you away. Of course, you moved out of state because of this job, and now that they’ve finally opened a position back home, you ran for it. Leaped for it. If anyone deserves that position, it’s you. You wouldn’t even be relocating this time, you’d just be going home.
You: guess you’ll just have to get to the airport extra early to see, hmm? ;)
Mark: no, the last time you told me you were coming home I sat there waoting like an idiot
Mark: waiting*
You: in my defense, I didn’t think you’d actually believe that I was coming home on a Tuesday morning in the middle of October?? Like??
Incoming Call: Mark
You laugh as you answer the call, grabbing your bags and heading outside.
“So, you’re really not fucking with me? You’re coming home for real?” Mark immediately muffles through the speaker, a voice that had grown in depth yet still felt the same since you’d last saw him face to face.
He wanted to believe you, he did. But you’ve done this a few times before just to get a good laugh. You were a good actor, always went all out to make him think you were actually moving back home. After a while he stopped believing you and would wave you off with a pout. This time though, you kept mentioning it. Talking about your plans and how long you had until you had to go back to work once you got home. He even googled that your job is, in fact, opening a new location in his city. That confirmed it for him, and now you were really coming home.
“I’m on my way to the airport right now—” You say as you lock this apartment door for the last time in your life. “You wanna pick me up? I’m going to be getting there close to like 2 in the morning, don’t really wanna waste money on another uber if I’m being honest…”
Mark is vibrant, loud, excited. You guys were best friends, of course he wants to be the one to pick you up.
“Yeah! I won’t be able to sleep until I see you anyway—” He pauses, unintentionally flirting with you. “Do you—” He scratches the back of his neck with his free hand, the other thumbing the volume on the phone so he can hear your response loud and clear. “think it’ll be weird seeing each other again after—yknow?”
You shake your head as you hear him speak.
“We’ve been talking about this for a long time, I’m so fucking ready.” You chuckle out at him as you place yourself into the uber. “Besides—Mark.” You say his name a little louder to make sure he is listening. “We did a lot of wishing—made a lot of promises. Unless, you only said those things because you didn’t have to do them for real?”
“We did make a lot of promises, didn’t we?” He confirms, tutting his fingers against his phone in sudden anxiousness of what he should wear to see you for the first time again. “And no, I meant everything I said. I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t gonna be weird.”
He’s silent for a moment when he hears you hum in appreciation towards him. It’s kind of nerve-wracking if you’re being honest. The sudden change in relationship with Mark happened very fast and it was secretive. But you are both adults and chose to do those things together. Yeah, maybe it was easy because it was over the phone, that still didn’t change all of the times the two of you swore you’d jump each other the second you got the chance just to make up for all of the missed time.
“So, what should we fulfill first then?”
He asks you that question nonchalantly, and it felt as natural as it always did when the two of you crossed the boundary from friendship to intimate interest. You think about his question for a moment, looking up at your driver and promising yourself to tip him well and leave a really good review for what he’s about to hear you say.
“What was it you said to me the other day? That you—”
“Wanted to tongue fuck you until you cry?”
“Yeah, that.”
“Is that all you want to do?” He tries to push, fully aware that you’re not in a comfortable bed at home like you usually were, aware that you’re on your way home and that he would be seeing you in just a couple of hours.
“I’m sure we have a list of things to get through, don’t we?” You chuckle at him, thankful that you didn’t have to say anything too vulgar out loud. “So, I presume you’ll just take me to your place then? Have a nice little ‘welcome home’ party for me?”
Mark panics for a moment, looking around his tiny room. The same room the two of you would play smash bros in together before you left. In the same house his parents owned. Only now does he realize that he literally has nothing to offer you outside of his dick and mouth. He has a shitty minimum wage job, while you—you had already tasted the life of a real adult. One with a real job and a place of your own.
“Actually, as you know—I still live with my parents y/n. Are you going back to live with your parents too?”
You laugh at that.
“Staying with them til I find my own place, it should take long to find an apartment. But—” You fiddle with the handle of your bag for a moment. “I always used to sleep over, why can’t I now? I can be quiet.”
“Y/n—I mean this in the most offensive way possible, I do not want you to be quiet.”
You feel warmth in your gut at that, dreading the fact that this plane ride is entirely too short and too long at the same time.
“Come to my house then. My room is like—across the house from my parents anyway.”
“A whole different floor, really.” Mark agrees with a hum. “Okay, so I’m just going to fuck you in your parent’s house? Is that how we are going to greet each other?”
“Yeah. Why, are you nervous?” You mock a little, trying to come to terms with the fact that after two years of virtually fucking him, you finally get to actually do it.
“Not in the slightest, why? You gonna chicken out?” His voice muffles a bit more than you’re used to this time.
“Absolutely not!” You argue, hearing the shutter of his camera through the speakers.
“Gonna show you how ready I am to see you—” Mark says in a cocky tone, scratching the back of his neck as he feels excitement and nervousness boil up in his chest. “Text me when you get off of the flight, I’ll be ready. Love you!”
“Got ya~ You’d better mean it too, Love you!”
And then it’s silent. The airport is also quite empty as you say your final goodbyes to this city you navigated alone. Time to go home. Time to see your family, your old friends, your best friend who just flaunted his dick at you again.
~
By the time the plane landed, you texted Mark before you even called your parents to let them know you had arrived safely. It was nearing three in the morning rather than the original time frame you were given, because of course there was a delay for the plane you needed to board. The anger and tiredness had drained out of your body the moment you landed, thankfully.
Your mom had answered the phone when you did finally call, clearly you had woken her up mid-sleep and she was barely conscious when you mentioned Mark bringing you home and sleeping over. She simply gave you a weak and polite “That’s nice honey.” before you decided to just let her realize in the morning that you’re home.
And the fact that Mark wasn’t there yet kind of irked you. He isn’t texting you back either. So here you sit, in a quiet and cold airport at three in the morning alone. You’ll give it thirty minutes before calling for an uber.
You: did you fall asleep? It’s okay, I’ll call an uber and we can connect later.
You tap your feet against the floor as you sit, fondling the handles of your bags and suddenly feeling incredibly anxious about seeing Mark again whether it be tonight or later in the week. You almost hope he had fallen asleep, because you’re far too awake right now with this shaking in your chest.
Incoming Call: Mark
“No no!I left when I got your first text!” He realizes he should have at least responded, but honestly, he’s more nervous than he anticipated and it may have slipped his mind.
“I’m here, I just stopped to grab us some food—” He panic shouts through the phone at you.
“Mark, I called like 4 times, and you didn’t pick up. Are you really here or are you just now leaving your house?”
“Y/n, I was driving—"
You hear his voice both muffled through the speaker and echoing against the empty walls of the airport lobby. You immediately turn in search for him, all anxiety draining away as you realize that Mark is your best friend above all, and when you finally see him come into view all you can do it rush towards him.
He holds out his arms to you, barely getting a good look at you before your arms surround his neck in a suffocating hug. You smell different to him. You smell good, and you feel cold. Your hair had gotten a little longer since he’d last seen you, your hugs got tighter.
“Welcome home—” He muffles against your hair, and all you can think about is how many times you’d heard his voice but never got to touch him or hug him—“Missed you.” He says again, hugging you tighter towards him and trying to ignore the fact that while you’re the same person who moved away from him, you’re still kind of different now. Like there’s weight behind him being here right now.
“I always missed you the most.” You finally sigh out, pulling away from him and getting a good look at him.
“You’re more handsome in person, you know that right?” You compliment with a smirk, stepping away so that you can go back to your bags and slap at your cheeks a little at the warmth growing within them.
“Hey!” He retorts as he follows closely behind you, keys making a nice jingling sound in his pocket. “You saying I looked like shit in all of those selfies and facetime calls?” He adds, stopping with you to help you pick up your bags. He grabs far more than you do, glaring at you as you attempt to take some of the weight out of his arms.
“Absolutely not—I just missed seeing you face to face.” You laugh, flirting in a simple and gentle way with him as you continuously try to grab at the bags in his hands, only for him to jerk them away quickly.
“Well, here we are. . .” He trails off, leading you into the parking lot where he had parked as closely as possible. He wants to compliment you back, but somehow has lost the ability to speak on anything unless it’s a response. “There’s chicken nuggets in the car, and heat.” He finally brings himself to say, kind of unintentionally shifting the subject.
“10 piece?” You rush in front of him as he walks, leaning forward towards him with squinting eyes. “With fries?”
He hums back at you with a shake of the head and a laugh, because of course that’s what he got for you. It’s what you ordered every time without fail years ago.
“Another point for you! I’m glad you’re the one picking me up—” You sigh out as you reach the car, wiggling the handle aggressively until he unlocks the door and allows you to delve into the paper bag full of warm and salty food.
While you sit there, he pops his trunk and proceeds to pack all of your bags in the back before finally making his way around and getting into the car himself. He pauses after he sits down and just looks at you as you stuff a nugget into your mouth.
It’s almost surreal seeing you again, and he thinks that if things were like they were before you left, this would feel a lot different than it does right now. He can’t shake this sudden nervousness of seeing you face to face for the first time again. It’s almost like you’re meeting all over again despite the years and years of memories he shares with you. All feelings he thought he had towards you hitting twice as hard now that you’re only a foot away from him, it feels like his stomach is doing flips.
“The fuck you looking at?” You comment, looking over at him with puffed cheeks as you chew.
“Nothing—just glad you’re home again.” He sighs out, reaching over to mess your hair up a bit in a friendly way, a platonic way.
You kind of tilt your head at that. Clearly the two of you aren’t on top of each other right now because you’re on top of these fucking chicken nuggets—right?
The drive feels slow, nostalgic, calm. It’s late and cold, but the car is cozy and warm. Your favorite person is next to you. The one who you could have sworn you held a love with deeper than that of romance, but all of that sort of changed in your absence. You’re almost forcing yourself to forget all of the times you’d heard him moan your name through a speaker, all the times you’d seen his hand wrapped around his cock—It was never weird when you were gone. In fact, it felt like it was something the two of you should have done before you left, but now you’re having such a hard time coming to terms with the fact that when you’re a state away all you want to do is fuck him, and now that you have the ability to do just that—your heart simply flutters at the thought. You’re nervous around the one person you’ve never felt afraid of all of the sudden. It’s a good kind of nervous, but you can’t bring yourself to give him the same energy you’d given him over the phone for the past two years right now.
Maybe this ice will be broken when he sleeps over. Maybe it’s just awkward because he hasn’t left any hints—maybe—
“Does it feel weird having me drive you?” Mark laughs in a question, glancing over at you as he cruises through the city that only consists of streetlights and a stray third shift worker having a smoke break on the sidewalk. “I didn’t know how to drive before you left, now I have my own car and everything—”
“You’ve really grown up, huh?” You try to joke around a little bit, feeling satisfied with your state of fullness after the nugget meal. “In a lot more ways than just driving. . . “ You trail off, attempting to hint just a little bit.
“Yeah…” He chuckles out, shifting his eyes back to the street and refusing to look at you. He seems just about as nervous as you do, maybe more.
“Didn’t realize how far away I live from the airport until now, yknow?” You change the subject, looking out the window and feeling the silence in the car thicken after your hint.
“Oh yeah? Didn’t know ten minutes was far away?” He tries to tease, he really does. But then he just swallows thickly and goes back to being quiet.
And then it’s silent for the remainder of the ride. You could honestly cut the tension, angst, or whatever it is in this car with a knife. The only sound pulling you out of the awkwardness is the gravel of your driveway hitting the bottom of his car.
When he parks, you get out first. He pops his trunk for you, and you immediately begin to take your bags out. He stays in the car for a few moments trying to realize that this is really happening. He promised you right before your flight that he would give you a fun time as soon as you got home— now you’re home, and all he can think about is the fact that. . .the entire past two years grew something inside of him for you, and he really should have expected it. So, many times he would have flown to your house just to touch you, and now that he can do it without so much effort scares him.
It scares him because he isn’t horny right now, and it’s hard to be because he’s kind of realizing maybe he wants a little more from you than just fucking? Maybe he’s attached himself to you a little more than just intimate talk?
He shakes his head and tries to calm his thumping chest, urging himself internally to get out of the car to help you with your bags. Each step he takes he gets closer and closer to fulfilling a promise that he isn’t so sure his body can fulfill right now. Seeing you again hit him like a goddamn train, really.
“Here, let me—” He stutters a little when he says it, and he seems slightly out of breath.
Yeah, it feels a little awkward now. This isn’t what you were expecting. So, you just let him, you let him grab your bags as you head for the front door and quietly unlocking it.
“Just leave my bags by the door, we can go straight to my room if we are quiet?” You try to confirm with him that he still wants to sleep over with you—that he’s not chickening out—
“Yeah, yeah. Just lead the way.” He whispers back to you as you step through the door.
He does as he’s told, shakily setting your bags down and following you through the house with socked feet. He almost wants nothing more than to just be in his bed and able to text you right now. It’s too much having you here. Too much to try and fulfill all of those promises and lust filled hopes from the numerous nights he had shared with you when you were hundreds of miles away. Only because he wishes he had promised more or realized these feelings beforehand so he could easily text you about it rather than mustering up the courage to tell you to your face. It’s not like he can realize within the first 20 minutes of seeing you how solid those feelings became and just say ‘hey so I actually want to date you.’. You haven’t hinted in the slightest, ever, that you have feelings for him. That would make the friendship weird, right?
And when the two of you get to your room, all you do is take your pants off, your jacket, and place your phone on the bedside table. He averts his eyes from you and instead opts to burn a hole through your phone with his gaze. He wonders how many of his dick pics are in your gallery, because he never kept count of how many times he sent them. And when he sets his phone next to yours, he wonders if you’re thinking about the same thing. He wonders if you realize he has over fifty pictures of you in all sorts of poses in various stages of dress— But it’s still awkward, and it’s still quiet, and the air is still thick.
“Mark?” You say in a whisper, turning on your lamp and motioning for him to turn off your overhead light. “If this is like—” You try to make an excuse to not fulfill the promise from before your flight. You really do try, but he shushes you gently when he crawls into bed next to you, fully clothed.
He’s trying, he really is. But his chest feels tight and whatever he’s feeling right now is genuinely preventing him from being able to do anything at all, despite trying to seem confident and willing. You pick up on the vibe, because this isn’t who your best friend is and it certainly isn’t the same person you’d been texting this whole time. He’s acting too reserved. Honestly, you feel nervous too but like—you’d still be able to go through with it if it came down to it.
When you study him and he’s stiff in his spot you think hard to yourself. Is this too much for him? Did he suddenly lose interest?
“I’m more tired than I want to be.” You blurt out in a lie, trying to offer a bit of comfort to him that he doesn’t need to blatantly reject you at this point. You get the hint.
“Mm, you should rest. I can leave?”
“No, no. Stay.” You retort, feeling a little bit torn about it. It hurts that he’s looking for an excuse to leave right now, and it hurts more that you don’t want him to go.
“Alright. . . “ He trails off, stiffly lying next to you as he stares at the ceiling.
You don’t try to reach out for him, unable to shake the feeling that maybe the two of you made your friendship weird. Maybe you shouldn’t have expected anything from him.
“Goodnight.” He whispers out to you, still not closing his eyes.
~
Waking up the following afternoon felt very much not good. Mark wasn’t there, and he wasn’t anywhere in your house when you quietly searched. No texts, no calls, nothing. You’re a little salty about it, because the two of you are best friends over anything, if it’s awkward the least he can do is set the boundaries back to what they were before you’d left. You wouldn’t be mad, a little sad maybe because you really liked whatever the fuck it was you had together. It sucks that the two of you broke down that wall between friends and lovers, and now he’s making it feel like you’re too much for him—like it’s your fault.
You were just as awkward and nervous about all of this, but he didn’t even hint, in fact, he kind of seemed turned off and disgusted that you even tried. It solidifies in your brain that maybe after seeing you again, he really did lose all interest. You just didn’t expect him to lose interest in the friendship as well and leave you like this.
It feels like you just got ghosted by the one person in your life that you trust the most. You do your best not to check your phone obsessively, giving him the space he needs but never asked for.
“You just got home and you’ve already got problems?” You mom points to you as you sit down on the couch with a poptart in hand. It’s the first time she’s seen you in two years, and it feels kind of nice that she’s not tackling you to the ground in tears over how much she’s missed you. You already know she misses you, she wouldn’t be letting you temporarily move back in if that weren’t the case.
“It seems so.” You state impassively, biting into the stale icing and jelly filling as your brain treks on with anxiety filled thoughts.
She says nothing back to you and instead, examines your face and posture.
“Do you want to come out to lunch with me?” She finally asks in a small and happy voice, hoping that it would raise your spirits. She’s missed you, honestly, but it doesn’t seem like you’re in the mood for a suffocating hug. You’re grateful for her.
“You know—” You go to decline because you’ve only got a week before you’re back at work, but honestly it’s kind of bullshit that everything feels awkward and bad the second you come home, all because of Mark. “Yeah, I want to go.” You sigh out, wrapping your poptart back in the flimsy foil and standing to your feet. “Dress code?”
“Just dress warm, it’s cold out today. Oh—” She pauses and reaches for you. “Do you want Donghyuck to come? His mother and I have grown quite close lately, wouldn’t it be nice to see an old friend?”
You already tried to see your favorite ‘old friend’ and look where that got you. Honestly, it’s really getting on your nerves. Two years of talking every single day via text, and now you finally get to come home and he’s just fucking ditching you like this? Not to mention the hormones rising and falling in your gut almost constantly. It’s not like you just want to be around Mark to fulfill the suddenly-forgotten long list of fuckenings you’d promised each other. You want to be around him because you genuinely love him and everything about him—are you really losing your best friend right now?
“Yeah, sure. Is he still obnoxiously loud?” You question, suddenly growing fond at all of the memories you’d created with Donghyuck before leaving, mainly for comfort so you can stop thinking about Mark. You’d never really gotten to say your goodbye to him to even warrant a new ‘hello, I am entering your life again’. But that wasn’t even your fault, the dude wouldn’t get out of bed when you left, nor did the two of you keep in touch past a few likes on Instagram and texted memes.
“I mean, yeah?” Your mom laughs, stepping into the hallway to go to her room. “I’ll call them up, maybe we can have a fun dress code today then?” You mom questions, feeling glad that you agreed, she doesn’t mention the number of times Donghyuck has asked about you when he comes along on his mom’s lunch dates. Even if he has full access to your socials, the only thing he really talks about when he’s around is you.
“Oh? What do you have in mind?” You quirk up, going up the stairs to your own room, where she yells up to answer.
“I don’t know, it’s a new impression for you! Let’s get real dressed up!”
“Mom, it’s lunch.” You laugh at her antics.
“Y/n, it’s been two years since they’ve seen you. Besides, you look like shit right now, if I’m being honest.” She jokes with you, but really, you do look like shit.
“Gee, thanks.” You roll your eyes with a smile, feeling the intense love you’ve always had for your mother. The two of you were always very close, friends even. You told her pretty much everything as it happened in your life—except for the whole Mark thing. To be fair though, you don’t even know what to tell her about that. Sure, she knows when you lost your virginity, who it was to, when you had your first sip of alcohol, when you got in your first fight. She was very supportive through all of it, but it’s not like you can just walk up and say in detail ‘hey mom, me and mark cyber-fucked and now he isn’t talking to me—’. Well, you could. But you won’t.
Instead, you do get dressed up, wondering if Donghyuck has changed at all since you’d last seen him. You’re more of an adult now, more aware of your wants and needs. Maybe the two of you can be close again, maybe he can help you feel a little better today.
Then you remember, he and Mark are friends. Like, really close friends if you go off of how often Mark brought up the video game antics he and Donghyuck would get into during your absence. And now it feels kind of weird that while you and Donghyuck were friends before, he’s closer to the person that has you in a bad mood today. You hope he doesn’t bring him up, because you know you won’t.
~
Arriving at the lunch spot, you felt a little overdressed. Of course, you didn’t wear anything too flashy or do too much to your hair and makeup, but it still felt weird to even try to look nice when you’re mind is starting to see red at the bullshit Mark pulled with you. He could have at least talked to you.
Yeah, you’re not even sad or confused about it anymore, you’re just mad now.
“Oh, there they are!” Your mom sing-songs as she clasps her hands together in front of her and looks at you with pursed lips. “Get your nose out of the menu.” She adds with a quirk of the brow.
You peek at her from over the laminated booklet and dart your eyes around a bit until you spot them. Donghyuck’s mom looking as pretty and ever, and then Donghyuck himself, walking slightly askew to his mother, keeping his eyes glued to his phone—okay, he’s still hot and he’s too busy to take notice that you’re here, cool.
He still doesn’t look up when the two of them sit at the table, and you just kind of furrow your brows at your mother over it.
“So, Donghyuck—” Your mom says.
“Hm?” He hums, eyes still on his phone, fingers darting over letters at a quick pace.
It’s not really new to the two mothers that he does this. He was polite enough to come along, honestly. It’s probably more for the free food than the gossip of two middle-aged women anyway, but the thing is, he wasn’t told that you’d be here.
Your phone vibrates silently in your jacket pocket when your mom speaks to him, and you see that you got a text from Donghyuck, message preview reading “im with ur mom lol”.
“Look up for a few seconds.” Your mom finally says, and he does as he’s told. First locking his phone and then blinking up at her.
He still doesn’t realize you’re there, probably because you’d placed the menu in front of you again for some reason, kind of to shield yourself from the dumbass who is too busy texting you while he’s at lunch with your mom.
“Yeah?” He stares at your mom, and then down at the table. “Oh, right, I should be looking to see what I want.”
Donghyuck’s mom snickers and your mom follows suit. “You’re a lost cause—” She laughs out at him with a shake of her head, and that’s when he notices the entire other person sitting at the table. He’s not gonna lie, he noticed the body there, but assumed it was just another mom or something.
“You’re shitting me.” He dead-pans, reaching over to knock the menu from in front of you.
“Looking good, Hyuck,” You laugh out to him, feeling comfort now that he’s noticed you. “You’re rude, you know that?”
“You try having lunch with them every week!” He defends himself, walking around the table to force you to move in so he could sit beside you. He bumps you into his mother and you can barely spill out a “sorry” to her before Donghyuck is already scolding you.
“You didn’t even tell me you were here yet! I’ve been checking your instagram all day for some stupid sappy post about being home! What the hell?!” He gripes, glaring at you from the side as he steals your menu to pretend to look over it.
“I was busy! I swear I would have told you!” You had to stop yourself from saying you were with Mark. Because you’re not with Mark now, and apparently, he is the only person who knows why. But now Donghyuck is here and it’s taking a lot of the pressure out of your mind.
Donghyuck is so unapologetically himself, and it hits you so quickly when you remember why the two of you became friends in the first place all those years ago. You’re endeared by the fact that he would go to lunches with your mom. Out of all the things he could do, he still chose to be a good son, even if he was on his phone the entire time through the lunches.
His hair had gotten longer, his body a little fuller and more toned from what you can tell, his voice still the same. You wonder if he notices anything new about you too, the little tiny sliver of a crush you’d had on him for maybe three days coming right back to surface. It’s probably because you’re feeling rejected, right?
“Well, you got uglier.” He comments with a shrug, staring at the price of the chicken sandwich with a grimace and then knocking your leg with his under the table to show you that he’s playing.
“Lee Donghyuck!” His mother scolds quickly.
“No, no. He got uglier too.” You deadpan back at him as a way to dismiss his mother’s attempts to defend you, and then you knock his leg back.
He smiles to himself, scrunching his nose and turning his head a bit to face with you with a small shared laugh.
All you can do in this moment is feel warm at the immediate comfort you feel towards him. Donghyuck seems more interested in you being here anyway, might as well just spend time with him until Mark deals with whatever the fuck crawled up his ass last night. You’re not even going to bother texting him, you’ll just text Donghyuck instead—because at least he will respond.
By the time the four of you had ordered and eaten your food, your mother, alongside his own, decided they weren’t going to stay much longer. But the two of you still wanted to hang out, still wanted to catch up, still wanted to look at each other.
Honestly, it’s kind of fucked up that you’d forgotten how nice looking Donghyuck is, even with seeing his social media updates through the years. But really, you can’t stop looking and he can definitely tell, but it’s not like he’s not doing the same thing.
“You guys can stay and catch up, really—” You mom laughs at the obviousness of it all. Of course, Donghyuck’s mother is her best friend so it’s not like they don’t talk about tricking the two of you into dating just because they think it would be cool.
“Mom. I didn’t drive here.” You look at her.
“I rode with you.” Donghyuck says with a shrug, looking at his own mother.
“Okay? Then one of you ride with us back home?”
God, it feels like middle school. You’d forgotten what it was like to live with your parents, and you still haven’t even seen your Dad yet. He works a lot but the dude gave you his junker car that’s sitting in the garage for when you need to start work back up, so at least you know he still loves you. But still, the fact that you’re about to ask Donghyuck if he wants to come over to your house while your parents are present feels. . . juvenile.
“Hyuck, do you—”
“Hell yeah, let’s go!” He immediately answers. His room is a mess, thank fuck you invited him over.
“I’ll pick him up later, I guess?”
“Maybe, who knows?” Your mom shrugs with a quirk of her brow back at her. “Y/n can always drive him home though.”
He laughs at it, just now realizing how childish it all seems, blatantly ignoring the fact that both Mother’s are clearly implying something for the two of you.
“You guys are making this weird—” Donghyuck says to your mom.
“You’re both adults, I think you can handle it.” She argues back at him.
You laugh as the four of you walk out, his mother breathing a sigh of relief to get the house to herself, and your mom proud of the awkward atmosphere she’s causing. The way her and Donghyuck argue with each other is kind of cute. They must have really had a lot of lunches together for him to not address her in a respectful way, but you also know your mother enough to not be angry about it. She likes when you and your friends are comfortable enough to treat her as an actual person. She always hated being called ma’am, or Mrs.
Mark isn’t like that though. He’s been casual with your mother before, but always very respectful. He’s never countered her, never whined at her, never flirted with you in front of her. Of course, he never had a reason to flirt you guess, things didn’t get intimate until after you left, and now there’s nothing between the two of you at all it seems.
“Hey, y/n.” Donghyuck nudges you from the front seat, because of course he called shot gun. “Are you and Mark still close?”
You panic for a second, trying to avoid the situation as a whole but then your mother interrupts.
“He snuck out this morning thinking I didn’t see him, so yeah.” Your mom shrugs, glancing at you in the mirror.
“Oh?” Donghyuck quirks his brow, only slightly disappointed at the implication that Mark slept over.
“It wasn’t anything serious. He just gave me a ride from the airport, and he passed out since it was almost four in the morning.”
You almost want to point out that he was fully clothed the entire time, but it just makes you mad about it again.
“Well, I would have given you a ride too, if you’d have just told me you were coming home.” Donghyuck argues, poking fun at the situation for no reason other than to flirt.
“Mark’s my best friend, you only texted me memes while I was gone.” You argue back, feeling like you’re lying about the best friend part at this point.
“Damn, sorry I like to make you laugh?” He mocks again.
He turns back in his seat and sulks the entire rest of the ride to your house. But he’s bad at keeping the act up because the moment you pull in, he’s jumping out of the car just to open your door for you.
“You’re not actually ugly, by the way.” He whispers to you before grabbing your hand to help you out of the car.
You smile. It feels good to be relentlessly flirted with, and even better that Donghyuck doesn’t continuously bring Mark up. It happened the one time, and you hope he didn’t notice your face fall. If he did, maybe that’s why he dropped it and opted to sulk instead.
~
“So—” Donghyuck says as he scratches the back of his neck and plops on your bed. “I’m just gonna say it.” He adds, causing you to immediately feel a bit anxious. You can’t even respond to him before he’s talking again. Really, you’re only just now taking off your jacket.
“Are you single?”
You cough out to him. “Wha—”
“Just answer the question, it’s not that hard?” He stares at you as you put your jacket on the hook of your door. “It’s cool if you aren’t.”
You don’t even know why he’s asking. After two years of barely talking? You see him one time and he’s already asking if you’re single? He never really showed interest before you moved away, never really flirted with you this much either. A lot has changed in him you guess, maybe he lost his virginity or something? You can’t lie that it’s a nice change though. Getting to the point, being bold, putting himself out there, shooting his shot.
He notices the confusion on your face.
“Relax, im not going to try and tie you down—” He pauses and chooses to correct the last part of that sentence. “Welllllllllll—"
“Yeah, I’m single.” You interrupt him.
“Great!” He claps his hands together and then goes silent, staring forward at you. “I mean—not great if you’re sad about it?”
He isn’t sure how to ask, but he’s done it before without hesitation so it shouldn’t be that hard. After all, he’s done this with people he barely knows, at least he knows you, right? If it’s too soon, that’s your loss. It won’t be weird for him either way. If it’s weird for you, that’s a you problem.
“Can I casually eat you out?” He asks nonchalantly and you choke again.
Speechless, you just stand there averting your eyes from him only to immediately glance back to make eye contact. He doesn’t look away from you, but he lifts his fingers to his hair so that he can ruffle his fringe around, he thinks he looks attractive when he does that—luckily for him, you definitely think he does look attractive when he does that.
“Wha—” You stutter out at his blatant offer, very much willing to accept but equally confused at how confident he is in suggesting it, acting like the act alone couldn’t throw the entire friendship in the trash. How would he know if you’re the type to do this anyway? How would he know if you’re able to casually do those things with someone? Without strings attached?
“If you’re not up for it I won’t be mad, we can still hang out and stuff.” He follows up your stutters with a confident voice. “I’m just saying.”
“Why are you suddenly so interested?” You finally walk over to sit next to him. “Again, we barely kept in touch and now you suddenly want to—” You motion towards the area between your legs. All he does is look at you with a smile in response.
“Y/n, we’ve been friends for years. Even after not keeping contact like that, we are still comfortable around each, right?” He offers to you, leaning back with his hands flat against your mattress. “Is it really so weird that I think you’re attractive? Or that I’d be down to like, let you call me if you need anything?”
Need anything. If you need anything. He’s implying it in a much more polite way but it doesn’t stop your cheeks from warming when you finally let yourself think about it for a moment. Realizing that Donghyuck is the exact opposite of Mark. Barely keeping contact with you but able to immediately be close to you the second you’re back in town? Mark on the other hand, clinging through texted words and pixelated images only to disappear when you come home?
“It’s—not weird. I’m just shocked that you’d want to?” You say in question, eyeing over him as he sits, clearly comfortable, in your presence.
“Are you really though?” He laughs at you, mocking a bit as he leans in towards you. “What’s so shocking about wanting to fuck my hot friends?”
You stare back at him, mouth agape. He’s not lying because it’s exactly how you thought about Mark when the initial sexting started to happen. He had immediately felt unsure and apologized during his post-nut clarity. But it still feels slightly different from this, because maybe you sort-of-kind-of attached yourself to the idea of Mark being in your life as more than a best friend after a while. He doesn’t seem to want that though, so what’s so bad about having fun with other people?
“No strings attached?” You question.
“None.” He confirms, smirking at the possible win.
“Like, we can still hang out as friends and not always just meet up for sex?”
He tilts his head at you when you ask that.
“Yeah? The fuck kind of person you think I am?” He asks for your confirmation this time.
“The type to call me every time you’re horny but do other things without me?”
“Okay, you’re not that wrong. But this is you we are talking about. We are friends before we’re fuck buddies.”
“Fuck buddies, huh?” You laugh for the first time, feeling a bit of pressure releasing from the conversation through a sigh.
“Whatever you wanna call it, I’ll still text you random memes, and now that you’re home, we can have late night snack parties again!”
You smile again. This feels nice. You’ve only been home for a day. You’ve already been rejected, and now you’re being lusted after by someone else.
“It really won’t be weird?” You need real confirmation if you’re going to do this.
“Do you feel weird right now?”
“No, not really.”
“That’s how it’ll be all the time then. It’s just that now we are allowed to fuck without feeling weird about it— We can fuck today and play monopoly tomorrow, there’s no downside.”
You chuckle, remembering the last time the two of you played monopoly and he pissed you off so badly that you didn’t talk to him for the rest of the day.
“And if I end up wanting to fuck other guys?” You think of Mark when you ask this question, needing everything to be crystal clear for both of you.
“Just be safe?” He laughs but then his face falls back to seriousness. “No, really, be safe about it. I’m not with other girl’s right now but if I find someone else, I’ll be safe too.”
He turns his body towards you this time, grabbing your shoulders and looking at you.
“We are friends before anything else. If you have boundaries tell me, but I’m allowed to fuck other girls and you’re allowed to fuck other guys. This is no strings attached. Don’t go out and get a rash and then pass it to me. That’s all I ask.”
“Loud and clear.” You say, putting your arms on his shoulders too. “No STDS, no feelings, no making it weird.” You confirm when he nods at you.
After a short moment of silence, probably to respectfully put the old friendship to rest and enter in the new fuck-buddy relationship, he leans forward and puts his forehead against yours.
“I missed doing stupid shit with you—I didn’t text much because I thought you may have grown up too much to want to talk to me.” He admits, finally.
“I did grow up, but I still like being stupid too, especially with you.”
“I can see that—” He opens his eyes to look at you and pulls back. “You wouldn’t be wanting to fuck me otherwise.”
You just look at him.
“So how long have you been into me?” He wiggles his brows at you this time, throwing himself back onto your bed and hitting his head against the wall. “AH—”
“Oh my god, you are a literal nightmare.” You laugh as you throw yourself back with him and go to rub the spot on his head. “And I don’t know, I always thought you were nice to look at. Maybe had a crush for like a day or two, but we were always just friends so…”
He peeks an eye over at you, ignoring the thumping in his head.
“A crush huh?”
“Stop talking.” You laugh.
~
The time you’re spending with Donghyuck today is much needed. Even with his offer being accepted on your end, he hasn’t pushed it too much, but he also makes it very clear that he’s thinking about it. Unlike Mark, who talked big game and then immediately shut himself in and didn’t even look at you in a way that shows he was interested. Donghyuck on the other hand? Every chance he gets, he’s testing the waters but in a way that allows for you to wiggle away or tell him to stop. You both realize that you can literally just start fucking right now if you wanted to, but you sure as hell aren’t making the first move. He’s the one who suggested it, you’ll be damned if you’re the one that has to work at it—you don’t want another repeat of what happened.
He already made you feel like it would happen a few times in just the past few hours since the conversation happened. But it never did, because he’s just intensely flirting and just having a good time flustering you—seeing if maybe you actually would be the one to jump him.
The first thing he did was wrap his arms around you when you stood up, pulling you close enough to where he was face to face with your hips, he looked up at you from that angle and wiggled his brows with a “what kind of position do you usually go for when a guy is trying to give you head?”. You lost your breath a little bit at the way he looked down there, his eyes rounded as he peeked through his lashes at you.
You had answered him just as confidently, giving him the idea that you’d really prefer your legs being held open because you get sensitive very quickly. He only hummed in response at you as if he were taking mental note, and then loosening his arms around you and standing up himself to follow after you around your room.
The second thing he did was crawl on top of you when you’d sat against your bed with the tv remote. On the floor, he straddled you completely and pressed you against the mattress with another wiggle of his brows, this time he smirked along with it. “Do you like other’s parts of you held down too?” he asked, reaching for your hands and gripping them gently. All you did was shrug, trying to seem like you weren’t as flustered as you actually were. “Yes? No? Sometimes?” He urged you on, until you nodded that, yeah, you don’t mind being held down. Then he pulled himself up and sat next to you, stealing the remote and forcing you to watch some underground movie you’d never heard of.
The third time was when you were coming back from the bathroom. You’d stepped through the door to find him sitting in the same place on the floor, ruffling his hair again in that stupid attractive way. He parted his lips with a sigh as he looked at you and then swiftly pulled himself up in one go. You stood there slightly frozen, kind of having fun but also feeling on edge and a little bit teased by this point. “I forgot to ask you—” He said when he walked up to you and guided you back to your bed. “Is kissing a no-go?”. When you’d laid back on the bed, you really thought it was going to happen this time. Especially in the way he hovered over you and very politely made space for you to speak. You couldn’t though, losing the ability to speak the more he pulled this kind of thing with you—you nod instead. But he doesn’t kiss you, he just nods back with a wink and pulls himself back up before checking his watch.
And this is where the two of you are now, lying on the bed in a lazy and comfortable way though your heart is only just now beginning to calm down at the last interaction. You feel like it’s building up to the point that you might just have to tease him back, because your body is now hyper-aware of him next to you. Every move he makes raises goosebumps against your skin because, to be frank, you’re ready to get fucked at this point and Donghyuck is a little shit for making it this easy. For being so charming and annoying at the same time.
You look over at him.
“You’re doing this on purpose.” You scold him slightly, watching him jolt at your sudden words breaking the silence of the room that was only playing a random movie for background noise at a very low volume.
“Was wondering when you’d catch on.” He laughs, pulling his phone out and unlocking it.
Donghyuck holding his phone makes you realize that you hadn’t thought about Mark in the past several hours, and now you wonder if maybe you have a text waiting for you. Checking your own phone disappoints you though because he didn’t text. Of course he didn’t. And then you hear the shutter of a camera before shielding your face with an annoyed sound escaping your throat.
“Don’t take pho-“ Oh. He’s not taking pictures of you, he’s taking pictures of himself.
“Relax, I’m just bragging that I get to hang out with you—” He laughs, adding the photo to every story on every platform.
You immediately open Instagram to see it, and yeah, he’s bragging. The photo shows him very clearly in a feminine room, flashing the peace sign and with obnoxiously captivating eyes. He captioned it with a “guess who I get to love on?!”
And really, it would be funny if it weren’t for the fact that Mark definitely has Donghyuck’s socials and definitely saw the story, and definitely recognizes the covers on the bed.
Mark was the only one who should know what this room would look like today anyway, but neither you nor Donghyuck realize it. If anything, Donghyuck is always like that with his friends so Mark really wouldn’t have any reason to feel upset about it, especially after ghosting you the way he did.
Except he is mad about it. He’s mad that you haven’t texted him to ask where he went, and mad that he can’t bring himself out of his own embarrassment to explain himself to you. So, he pouts in his room and finally decides to text you anyway after seeing the story.
The situation in your room is still the same as it was before the image was posted, and while you were having a good time joking around with Donghyuck and fighting the feeling to jump his bones, you’d not felt your phone vibrating against the covers on the bed. Honestly, it’s for the better.
“It’s getting late, y/n.” Donghyuck laughs out as he dodges a pillow you’d thrown at his head over some off-hand comment he made about your mini-crush you had on him years ago. “Don’t ask me to leave—” he laughs again, wrestling the last pillow out of your arms.
You’re not making him leave. Absolutely not, especially with the way his hair is sticking out all over the place from pillows hitting him. With the way his eyes are wide and dark, the way his skin is warm when his fingers graze against your arms to aggressively grab the pillow from you.
“Sleep over.” You laugh as you attempt to jump for the pillow again. “I don’t wanna be alone tonight anyway.”
He smiles at you and relents, giving you the pillow even though you’re just going to assault him with it. He’s happy right now, coming to terms with the fact that he woke up this morning not even knowing you were back yet and now he’s in your room, on your bed, feeling comfortable and accepted in any form he could throw at you.
Don’t get it twisted though, this is still a no-strings-attached deal, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t happy that you’re the one who is going to be his friend with several benefits.
“I’ll sleep over then.” He laughs, looking down at his outfit. “You wouldn’t happen to have any pajamas I can wear?” He questions seriously.
You stop to think for a moment, because you do. But they’re silky and slutty, which would be kind of funny if he wore them.
“Actually—”
“Y/n, give me a reason to get naked.” He stares at you with the same eyes that have been teasing you this entire time.
“What makes you think you need a reason?” You respond carefully, images of him in your revealing pajamas long forgotten.
“Out of respect? I don’t know?”
“You literally asked me if you could casually eat me out, Hyuck.” You dead-pan.
“And you said I could.” Now he’s getting somewhere he thinks, already getting up to lock your door.
All you can do is watch him, following his lead when he goes straight to unzipping his pants to pull them off. Before long, both of you were there in your underwear just looking at each other. It happened so fast that you should probably feel whiplash, but you don’t. Usually going from hanging out to having sex doesn’t take too long anyway when you think about it.
And really, it’s the first time you’ll ever be intimate with Donghyuck, but you don’t feel shy or embarrassed. You feel hot. You feel desired in the way he groans at you when you take initiative and unclasp your bra.
It’s really going to happen now, and you’re not pulling back or shocked at how quickly he made it happen. You don’t pull back when he crowds on top of you, or when he makes direct eye contact with you before guiding your hand to his semi-hard cock immediately. It’s not awkward when he kisses you for the first time, or when he slips his tongue into your mouth, or when he moans in a slightly higher pitch and bucks against your hand.
The entire time he makes you feel wanted because he’s enjoying himself and he’s taking everything you’re willing to give to him. He especially liked it when you took the control from him and rolled him onto his back so you could staddle his thighs, liked it even more when you rode him straight into bliss where the two of you were left a shaking mess covered in cum and feeling sensitive in all of the right areas.
He made you feel good. You made him feel good, and now you have him lying next to you completely naked after a quick and lazy clean up. The way he went from dirty talking you straight back into his regular Donghyuck-is-a-friend-personality comforted you despite his hot skin pressing against yours.
His little comment of ‘fuck, I forgot I eat you out’ didn’t go unnoticed either, causing you to fall asleep against him with a smile.
~
The worst part about all of this is waking up and Donghyuck still being there next to you. In fact, he whines and rolls over when you try to shake him awake. It’s only bad because the one person who was supposed to do this didn’t.
“Hyuck—” You whisper out to him, shaking him again. “Im hungry, lets go raid the kitchen.”
He immediately peeks one eye open and looks at you.
“Bring me breakfast in bed.” He slams his eye shut again and nuzzles into your pillow, shoving you off of the bed with his foot.
You’re comforted that he’s not being weird about all of this and think that maybe he does deserve breakfast in bed for making you cum so hard the night before, so you shrug and attempt to find something to throw on from your closet. When you grab your phone to shove it in your pocket, you don’t even bother to check it when you go to head out of the door.
“No, wait! I was joking!” Donghyuck yells, jumping out of bed, dick flopping.
It makes you laugh and you shield your eyes with a sarcastic groan. “Cover yourself, jesus christ—”
“You like it.” He retorts, placing his hands on his very naked hips as he lets out a yawn. “You were really gonna make me breakfast in bed?” He finally lets out with a raspy voice, searching for his clothes on your floor.
“I mean—” You pause, watching him pull his underwear up and then his pants. “After last night, you kind of deserve it.”
He pauses to look at you.
“Do you make breakfast for all of your fuck buddies?”
You laugh, because no. But Donghyuck said it himself, he’s a friend before anything else.
“No. But I make breakfast for my friends.”
“Awwww~” He sing songs, throwing his shirt over his head and then coming over to shove his hand down your pants. “What if I want to be a fuck buddy again today, and not the friend-version of me?”
You wiggle a little bit, playing along and feeling his fingers messily feel around to find your clit. He finds it pretty quickly, and honestly, you almost want to let him fulfill that promise of eating you out, right here, right now. But your stomach growls loudly and he politely pulls his hands back.
“Okay, I’ll make sure you’re fed first.” He says, laughing at the way your stomach screamed at him for even trying.
“That’s what a friend would do.” You hum, grabbing at his arm and guiding him downstairs to the kitchen, though you really would have starved for a little longer if he pressed on.
The food was lazily put together, a weird combination of all sorts of things that definitely aren’t breakfast. He ate probably half a bag of pizza rolls before reaching for your toast and stealing a bite of that too. You were endeared by that though, wondering how someone so messy can genuinely be so, so sexy.
When the breakfast was over, the two of you headed back to your room where he stood for a moment and just looked at you. His phone begins to violently and loudly go off in his pocket which causes him to jolt and immediately pull it from his pocket.
You wave it off, turning on your tv and slouching on the bed. You should probably strip the sheets and wash them if you’re being honest—or maybe not because you don’t know if he’s gonna stay again and do what he was trying to do before breakfast.
“Wait why are you asking me?” Donghyuck says in a somewhat concerned sounding voice into the phone and it causes you to perk up and clear your thoughts of if you should clean up or dirty stuff up more.
“Yeah, I’m with her. Why though?” He questions again, sitting himself on your bed beside you.
You’re nosy, so you listen. Wondering if maybe one of his past fuck buddies saw his story and is mad at him or something.
“Oh. No, she’s okay. We woke up and ate breakfast just now, do you wanna hang out later or something?”
You look at him in question, wondering now who it actually is. And when Donghyuck mouths out ‘Mark’ you kind of panic and grab your phone.
Oh, so now he texts you.
Mark (12:03 a.m.): hey, why haven’t you texted me today? Did I do something?
Mark (12:03 a.m.): is it because I left before you woke up?
Mark (12:05 a.m.): or is it because you’re too busy with hyuck to even ask why I left?
Mark (12:33 a.m.): noted
You don’t even want to respond to him if you’re being honest. It felt like he was being passive aggressive even though he’s the reason it got weird so fast. And what’s up with him bringing Donghyuck into it?
“Uh, Mark asked me if I was still with you.” Donghyuck pulls you away from your phone with a soft voice. “He seemed kind of mad at me, but he wants me to come over today. Do you want to go?”
Yeah, you do. You want to see Mark for more reasons than one. You want to ask him what the fuck his problem is right now, you want to know what you did wrong for him to text you the way he did after a full day of silence, and lastly, you want to know why Donghyuck thinks he’s mad at him.
“Yep. Let’s go.” You say, not even attempting to look nice, because the only person who seems interested in you is already looking at you right now.
~
“Hey, we need to talk— Oh.” Mark immediately says when he answers the door, Donghyuck standing there with you closely behind him.
He gets one look at the two of you and already knows. Sure, he had a suspicion since Donghyuck goes through his phases where he never wants to hang out because he’s got some girl opening her legs for him. But the suspicion mostly came from the fact that he was very clearly in your bed in that photo he saw, and not only that, but neither of you responded to his texts like you normally would. Donghyuck was almost always buried in his phone unless he was playing video games, eating, or fucking someone. Mark knows damn well you don’t have a console at your house—that’s why you always played games at his house.
He doesn’t even know how to react, and wont even confirm it because it’s written across both of your faces as you stand at his door. What the fuck? You didn’t make a single move on him but Donghyuck managed to slip between the two of you in the short amount of time he was trying to get a grasp on his own feelings?! He just stands there staring at the two of you, watching the way Donghyuck’s face twists into confusion and you just look at him blankly.
“Come in, I guess?” He finally says, knowing that if he were to turn the two of you away, he would lose you both. Honestly, it kind of sounds like a nice escape—but he doesn’t want to lose you, nor Donghyuck.
He really should have told Donghyuck about the dynamic between the two of you so he knew what the boundaries are. But he promised he wouldn’t tell anyone and he kept that promise a little too well. The worst part about all of this is that he never established to you that he has feelings for you. You aren’t even aware that the boundaries exist, and he isn’t allowed to be mad that you very clearly did something with Donghyuck last night. Fuck, he didn’t he think you and him were close enough to be hanging so quickly either.
Why is it that it was so easy to be intimate with you over text, but so hard face to face? Why did the feelings have to slap him so hard that he couldn’t even think straight when he laid next to you the night he picked you up? Why couldn’t he just do it. You probably would have thought it was just for funsies until he gave you his all. Until you realize that he very much has feelings for you when he’s already inside of you and making you feel good. But no. He had to go and fuck it up because he has managed to forget how to show you. It’s so much easier over text.
He feels stiff when he watches you follow Donghyuck through the door, some sort of feeling of disgust bubbling up in his gut. It doesn’t go unnoticed when Donghyuck grabs at your ass when you take off your shoes either. Mark breathes out through his nose before turning away to try and contain himself.
“So, what’s the plan for today?” Donghyuck says, the only person in the room unaware of the tense atmosphere.
“Actually, can I talk to Mark for a minute?” You look over at him with a smile. “Alone.”
Donghyuck waves the two of you away. “Yeah whatever, I’ll be here.”
Mark swallows when you go straight to his room, remembering the layout of his house like the back of your hand from all of the nights you’d spent here with him and his family. He can already tell you’re mad at him in the way you walk. Usually, you have a little bounce to your step, but today, you don’t and he knows it’s his own fault.
“First of all—” You say as you push open his door and pull him inside of it, closing the door behind him. “Why the fuck did you text me so late last night? The whole day I thought I did something wrong.”
He just stands there, mad in his own way at you too.
“You didn’t even explain why you left? Did you even stop to think how that would make me feel?” You continue, pacing around his room and choosing to ignore that it’s been rearranged since you’d last been here years ago. “You made it feel so fucking weird.”
“I—” He goes to say, but he holds himself back from what he really wants to say. “I left because it felt like you didn’t want me there.”
“You didn’t even ask me how I was feeling about it?” You calm down a bit, trying to pry answers out of him.
“It felt confusing to see you again after all these years of just, like, fucking through text—” He admits to you with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tries to explain himself to you.
“God, I knew it would end up being weird. Now it’s going to be hard to go back to what we were, isn’t it?”
“No, I don’t want to go back to that! I’m not trying to make it weird; I just don’t know how to—” He sighs and groans. “God, I don’t even know what I’m trying to say right now.”
You quirk a brow at him, feeling like none of your questions are being answered.
“Tell me right now what the boundary is. I would have done anything with you when you slept over, and you completely pulled back and made me feel like you suddenly lost interest because I was in front of you. Like you only liked me when I wasn’t here.” You try to explain to him. It reassures him in a weird way that you admit to have been willing that night, despite the fact that you didn’t act like it in his own opinion.
“You acted like you didn’t want to anymore. So, I pulled back. . .” He trails off in a lie so that he doesn’t have to admit it’s really over feelings that rushed to the front too quickly. Now he leans himself against the door and runs his fingers through his hair. “I just needed you to tell me you wanted me to, and I would have.” He’s still lying in a way. Its what he would have wanted to do had things still felt the same for him, but they didn’t. They felt too intense, too overwhelming, too warm—
“You’re the one who acted like you didn’t want to. All that stuff we said over text? I’m still the same person and I still think the same things. I was excited to finally get to do it!” You throw your hands up, feeling stupid for arguing with him about it.
Mark sighs out, and then immediately remembers that Donghyuck is here, that he slept over with you last night, and was very blatant about groping you when you walked through the door.
“Can we just take it slow? I need to adjust to seeing you again, I can’t just throw myself at my best fucking friend like this, even if I want to! I want to respect you too.”
“You fucked me for like a year and a half over text and then held out on me. You think I wouldn’t feel respected because you’d finally get to actually fuck me?”
Mark grimaces at the words. Hearing you say it felt so different than seeing it on text and it kind of sets a fire off in him, but he still holds back. Maybe he can muster up the ability to fulfill your promises just so he can have you like that, even if he may be the only one with feelings. If you don’t take notice, he can at least have you in the same way Donghyuck probably has, right?
“I’m embarrassed.” He admits. “I was worried I wasn’t going to be what you wanted or thought I could be. I didn’t know if—” He’s not lying this time, because he was worried that he wouldn’t be able to perform the way he seemed he would. Regardless of feelings, that would have been a normal thing to worry about anyway.
“If you’d live up to the hype?” You finish his sentence for him. “Mark, we are best friends. Don’t forget that, I respect you as a friend and I would certainly tell you out of the kindness of my heart if I didn’t want to fuck you. And quite frankly, I do want to.” You say, feeling confident after having already been laid last night. “It’s not like we are dating or anything, we shouldn’t be arguing like this.”
Just as Mark was going to ask about Donghyuck, you said that. It’s not like we are dating or anything. You’re right. You’re not dating, and he doesn’t have a right to be asking about what you and Donghyuck were doing—but it doesn’t change the fact that he very much has feelings for you and it very much hurts knowing.
He thinks you just made it clear that you don’t feel the same. Despite that, he is still more than willing to navigate through these feelings just to give himself to you, sexually at the very least. He will give you himself in any way you’ll take him, as pathetic as it sounds. Maybe in the end if he plays his cards right, you’d grow feelings too.
“You’re right.” He nods his head at you. “So, can we stop being mad at each other and just pretend I didn’t make things weird? Can we start over?”
“Like, from the beginning or from when you picked me up?” You ask for clarity with a small smile, already feeling a little better. He acted that way because he was afraid he wouldn’t live up to the hype.
Fair enough, he’s always been a little shy. You’re kind of shocked you thought he would really go through with it on the first try anyway now that you think about it.
“From when I picked you up?” He looks down, and then back up at you.
“Are you going to give me what you promised right now then? Or are you going to ask for a little more time to hype yourself?” You lean against him for a hug, feeling lighter. You’ll probably have to bring this up to Donghyuck later.
“I’m going to ask for a little more time, but only because Donghyuck is here—” He tries to sound confident and like he didn’t notice anything between the two of you. Tries to sound like he’s not jealous.
“Oh shit, you’re right.” You say, leaning into him harder. “At least hug me first?”
And he does. Gripping you tightly against him in a hug that should tell you it means more than you think it does.
~
Mark is pissed but he literally cannot do a single thing about it. Good thing his other bestie, Donghyuck, picks up on it when you decide to head back home. Of course, he invited Mark to drive him home since you drove them both here and Mark couldn’t even argue it without making it glaringly obvious.
“I’ll text you later!” Donghyuck yells out at you when you get into the car, and you wave at him with a smile.
Mark already pulls out his phone to text you before Donghyuck gets the chance to. Who cares if you haven’t left his driveway yet.
Mark: I miss u already :(
You respond to him before backing out.
You: come over when Hyuck leaves?
He looks up and makes eye contact with you through the windshield of your shitty car and nods his head, you nod back at him before backing away and driving down the road.
He doesn’t even know why he implied he would come over after Donghyuck leaves, because he’s still mad that Donghyuck’s already had at you and you’re so willing to suggest he come and get a serving of his seconds? Don’t get him wrong, he’s going to—but hopefully he can talk Donghyuck down and get him to back off a little bit. He was supposed to be the one touching you, if anyone should get sloppy seconds, it should be Donghyuck. Mark had you first, at least electronically he did.
“So, what’s your problem today? Don’t think I couldn’t tell.” Donghyuck immediately interrogates him, already walking away and going up to his room to start up the console.
“We really need to talk, Hyuck.” Mark says in a tone a tad bit too serious.
“Oh, like it’s serious?”
“Yeah, actually—” Mark closes his door because his parents will be home soon, and then he sits down in front of Donghyuck. Both men in their twenties, sitting on the floor cross-legged like a pair of middle schoolers telling ghost stories. “It’s about y/n.”
Donghyuck’s ears perk up, unknowing of the bomb Mark is about to drop on him.
“Did you guys fuck?” He asks first, already preparing to cover his ears out of fear of the response he knows is coming.
“Yeah, why?” Donghyuck responds nonchalantly. “Am I not allowed to?”
“I mean, she clearly was okay with it so I guess you are allowed but like—” He squeezes his eyes shut. “I think I might have accidentally caught feelings for her. We were supposed to like—y’know” Mark motions with his hands to imply sex and somehow Donghyuck catches on. “We’d been texting some pretty graphic stuff for a few years, and I chickened out because I realized I actually like her.”
“Does she like you back?” Donghyuck asks, feeling endeared that his best friend likes his brand-new fuck buddy.
“She doesn’t even know I like her, but she just thinks we are gonna fuck next time I see her I guess? And I just wanted to let you know so like—”
“Um…” Donghyuck looks at Mark hard this time. “Mark, are you implying I can’t see her anymore? We literally only did it once? You haven’t even told her you like her?”
“No!” Mark defends himself, even though it’s exactly what he was implying. Bros shouldn’t be fucking the other’s love interest, right? But under these circumstances, the love interest thinks it’s a friends with benefits situation for the both of them, so does Mark really even have a right to ask Donghyuck to back off when you probably don’t want him to?
He already admitted to himself that as long as you give him the time of the day, he will take what he can get and hope for the best. What right does he have asking Donghyuck to back off of a girl he isn’t even dating? A girl he only just realized he had feelings for? Does he even have a right to be upset when he didn’t make it clear to either of them in the first place?
“I just, wanted you to know that I’m all mind-fucked about it. If she calls you over, then by all means. Just know that I will be calling her too—and if—”
“If she stops calling me?” Donghyuck finishes his sentence for him and Mark nods. “If she stops calling me, that’s her choice. She and I already established that we are friends before anything else, it won’t be weird for us.”
Mark makes a point not to mention that he would be weirdly obsessed with the idea of the two of you staying close after already having sex, especially if the fuck-buddy relationship is called off because he manages to become your boyfriend somehow. Maybe Mark doesn’t have the ability to have sex without attaching as many strings as he can find? Who knows.
“If I were to tell her how I feel, and it goes well—you’d really back off? You wouldn’t give me any reason to think you’re still trying to call her up?”
Donghyuck nods at him.
“Mark. Listen to me. As a man, I love fucking and I don’t mind sharing a fuck buddy with you.” He is serious when he says it, Mark almost snorts at how ridiculous he sounds. “But also, As a man, if she wants more with you, I would be fucking pissed if you really thought I’d keep trying to call her up for anything more than a casual hang out.”
Mark thinks hard about it.
“I know I probably shouldn’t keep doing what I’m doing with her now simply because you just told me you like her—but Mark. To be fair, you didn’t tell me shit about this.”
Mark nods, wishing he had said something sooner, but they didn’t really give him any time to figure it out for himself either.
“I am selfish, and I’m definitely going to keep seeing her. I need you to understand that. But I support you completely. If and when you decide to tell her, I’ll back off—but as of right now, I’m not doing shit unless she asks me to.”
“So, you just keep telling me in different words that you’re cool with fucking the girl I like?”
“Precisely—"
“Why am I not as mad about it now?” Mark laughs at himself, pitying the fact that he genuinely has to sit here and accept the fact that his best friend is fucking his other best friend when he want’s to be the one doing it—and only him. Maybe he’s the only one asking for too much out of you.
“So, do you wanna know what we did—or?”
“You can leave now.” Mark glares at him. “Don’t tell her about this—and don’t tell me anything about what the two of you are doing when I’m not around.”
“Fair enough.” Donghyuck shrugs, standing to his feet and waiting for Mark to let him out of the room so he can be driven home.
He feels only a little bad that he blatantly told Mark that he isn’t going to stop fucking you. In his own mind, he feels like it’s a little selfish that Mark wants to keep you all to himself before he even establishes the fact that he has feelings for you. If Mark had mentioned this before he made this little agreement with you, he never would have even suggested it. Mark can’t just be mad at him for doing the exact same thing he wanted to do, because he didn’t fucking know there was more than a friendship between the two of you.
It’s a mess, really.
~
Incoming Message:
Mark: I should have kissed you today
Mark: why did hyuck have to be here?
You: you literally invited him, you didn’t even invite me
Mark: :( you were mad at me
You: you were mad at me too, kind of fucked up that you didn’t kiss it better, I’ll admit.
You smile a little to yourself, despite the frustration of Mark still not following through and just saying he is coming over to fix it.
You: are you still going to come over?
Mark: what would you wanna do if I did?
He does intend to come over, really. But he needs to build up his confidence more while he has it right now. Texting you these things is so much easier than trying to do it face to face. Just let him have this one.
Even though you fucked Donghyuck last night, it still doesn’t change the fact that you want Mark too. It doesn’t change the fact that Mark makes your heart tingle a little more than Donghyuck does at the idea of feeling him against you. You wonder how he would be compared to Donghyuck, you wonder how you’d look at the two of them together in the same room after this. Maybe it wouldn’t be too much different than you already do?
You: I can think of a lot of things, but not if you’re gonna chicken out on me again
Mark: give me details
Mark needs you to tell him what you want. He needs you to text him the way you used to so he doesn’t even think twice about driving to your house just so he can get his hands on you. His heart is fluttering at the very idea, but he’s still feeling too goddamn shy to just break past the barrier that will allow him to put his mouth on you.
You: I want you to moan for me the way you did the first night we did this.
Your cheeks feel warm thinking about that night, and how hot all of it really was. Kind of pushing the boundaries until you both finally just started talking dirty to each other. Texts turned to typing dots where it was hard to send messages with your hands being too busy doing other things. You prompted the call and was shocked to see him immediately pick up the phone, face in full view to you.
Seeing him for the first time, fucking his own palm to the image of you was one of the most erotic things you’d ever experience because he was your best friend. Cursing yourself for all of the times you were able to do this before moving but never doing it, now too far away to try. But you’re home now, and it’s all you want from him in this moment. You want him to look like that for you up close and personal, not through a fucking phone screen.
But he decided to be difficult, and still aren’t completely sure why— you’ll be damned if you don’t keep trying.
You: i’d do anything you ask me to do right now
You: come over, let me show you how wet I already am
Mark hums as he reads your string of texts, swiping to his gallery to glaze his eyes over some of the photos you’d sent to him before. The fact that you’re within arms reach of him has the excitement bubbling up twice as much as he was expecting given the block he had hit two days prior when he finally got to see you again. It’s because you’re texting, and this is what he is used to.
Mark: keep going, I’m getting ready
He tries to sound like he’s not desperate right now as he brushes his teeth and attempts to fix himself in the mirror, all while also trying to stare at the last photo you’d sent to him before you came home.
You: you keep making me wait, you know that?
You: what if I just finish myself off right now and not let you taste it at all?
Mark remembers all of the times he’d gotten off to the simple thought of burying his face between your thighs. He’s seeing red right now, so quickly turned on by the way you text him with ease—with confidence. He knows he could easily overtake you if he wanted to, if he would just walk out of this door right now and do it.
Mark: i’m hard
You smile to yourself at that stupid and small text, because yeah, he’d better be hard. You don’t need another night of him beside you unsure of if the two of you want each other. It wont change in the matter of time it would take him to drive here, right? Surely not. But just in case, you snap a nice little photo of your hand sliding down your panties to him.
You: come over
Mark: shit, okay okay wait
You: I’m not waiting anymore
Mark doesn’t even think this time, not wanting to waste the amount of confidence he already has from your texts, he’s thankful that his horny level allows him to do things he normally wouldn’t do. You haven’t even gotten to the good part of sexting by this point, but he can see that you’re making a point that it needs to be more than that this time, and goddammit, he’s going to give it to you.
Mark: call me
You immediately do and sigh out when you hear that he is very clearly driving.
“Hm, thought you didn’t talk on the phone when you’re driving?” You poke fun at him, but he is very quick to cut you off, exciting you that he’s really gonna follow through this time.
“I’m not going to talk. You are.”
“Oh? Am I?” You say with a smile, he can hear it in your voice but his ears are honestly ringing so it’s a bit hard to focus on it.
All he knows is that you have the same voice you’d given to him before. You sound different when you’re touching yourself compared to when you’re not. He knows this is that voice.
You don’t really falter at the way he doesn’t respond, hearing only the sounds of his car through the speaker. You, for some reason, don’t feel awkward about this. You’ve never been the only one talking but it’s Mark, and you’re comfortable with him even if he made this harder than it was supposed to be.
“When you get here, come straight to my room.” You pause, sliding your fingers down a bit lower. “I’m already fucking myself open for you.”
It’s lewd, but he’s heard it all from your mouth before, it really shouldn’t feel any different aside from the fact that he gets to come take over for you, finally.
You can hear him breath out through the phone at that, and though he said he wasn’t going to talk, he can’t help himself as he gently moves one of his hands from the steering wheel down to palm over his increasingly hard cock.
“You want me to just walk in and start fucking you?” He teases. “Not even patient enough to let me do it for you— you want me that bad, hm?”
You hum out in response, giving him a small moan just to get him to keep talking. This version of him becoming your favorite every time he talks to you like this, it’s almost hard to believe he backed out on you once already with the way he seems just as eager for it.
“You gonna keep that same energy when you get here?” You question him a little breathless. “Don’t tease me, I’ve been wanting this for so long…” You whine.
He loves it when you whine like that, usually it was because you wished your toy or hand was him, and now it’s because he’s not getting to your house quick enough.
He does his best to focus on the road, still palming against himself as he gets closer and closer to your house, hearing you fuck yourself through the speakers.
“It’s going to feel so so good—” You moan out through the speaker, speeding your fingers up and doing as you promised in prepping yourself for when he shows up.
Mark knows you’re on the pill, and god is he thankful for that. No need to fumble with a condom or pull out of you when things get intense, he remembers the time you specifically told him that you wanted him to cum inside of you, god.
He can’t stop thinking about what he’s going to do. Is he really going to walk in and just—immediately press into you? How will you be positioned? Ass up? On your back? Against the wall? Bent over the bed? What if he finally got his mouth on your clit? What if he finally got to feel your fingers tugging at his hair to guide his tongue against the warmest and wettest parts of you? What if—
“Y/n, take them off.” He says it sternly and immediately hears you shuffling on the other side of the speaker to pull off whatever clothing you have on. He needs you to take off your clothes before he gets there, because part of him wonders if all of this confidence will drain away the moment he sees that you’re fully dressed and just—anticipating. He needs the ice to be broken by not being able to resist touching you. “I’m almost there, I—”
He tenses up a bit, pulling his hand away from his cock because he’s thinking far too much to last if he’s trying to get to you. And then he hears you moan into the line again. God he wishes he could hear what your fingers had just resumed doing, instead he needs to focus on this fucking road and not driving off of it because he is quite literally about to cum in his pants at the sheer anticipation of finally fulfilling this fantasy he shared with you.
He doesn’t say a fucking word when he pulls into your driveway, but you hear the tires hitting the gravel outside and the only thing you can do is move your fingers faster, knowing that he’s about to walk through that door and either take the wheel or drop to his knees and tell you he can’t.
Mark is feeling too many things when he walks through your front door, boner in full swing as he paces straight past the kitchen where your mother sat. She didn’t even bat an eyelash—turning up the recipe video she had on her phone and continuing to prep some of the vegetables she had just washed.
He wonders if you can hear him take each step up to your room, and when he finally gets to your door, he takes in a deep breath and forces himself to open it.
“Shit.”
That’s all he could say when he saw you, laid out bare with your legs spread, positioned in full view towards the door because you knew he would be the only one walking through it tonight. He stutters, immediately shaking off his jacket and making his way across the room towards you.
Before you can even say anything or react, he’s really just going for it. Grabbing your ankles and yanking you towards the edge of the bed as he sinks to his knees on your floor. You let out a small sound when he did it and could barely even take in another breath because he immediately surrounds your clit with his lips.
The sounds that pour from your chest shocks you, unable to take in a full breath. He didn’t even hesitate, and you glance down to see your best friend’s mess of hair between your legs for the first time. It’s insanely hot to see his head moving and all you can do is reach down to run your fingers through his locks like you wanted to do so many times when you’d thought about this.
In reality, Mark knows that if he didn’t just fucking do it, he would still be standing at your door frozen right now. He has no idea what made him do it, maybe it was the intense need to validate his own feelings? Maybe to experience what Donghyuck got to feel?—whatever it was, he’s thankful for it. The ice is shattered and all he feels is warmth when his tongue is against your clit and your fingers are in his hair.
He’s being driven by some sort of force that he’s never felt before, because now he’s going through a list in his head of all of the things he wants to do to you, for you, with you.
“Jesus—Ah!” You try to speak, but you’re cut off as a small breath escapes your throat, all due to the fact that he pushes his hands under you, grips your ass, and angles you slightly up so that he can bury his mouth even further into your folds.
He looks up only for a moment with hooded eyes and releases his breath through his nose, grounding himself in reality that he’s really going through with this. All the times he’s thought about this is now a reality and he cannot fathom how he’s feeling right now. His cock hard and bulging against his pants as he continues to swipe his tongue across your clit with an eager sort of energy, and all he can do is grip your ass harder, pull your pussy closer against his face.
You don’t even try to speak this time, images flying through your brain too quickly to grasp one singular thought at the moment. Three minutes ago he was coming up the stairs, and now he’s doing heavenly things with his tongue that you never thought he had the ability to do if you’re being honest. Finally, you grasp a thought. A praise.
“You’re so good at this—” You manage to moan out, your fingers trembling in his hair. “So, so good.”
He groans against you, pulling back only slightly so that he can lick a long stripe up your pussy in a fluid way. His tongue felt so soft against you, but his hands holding you feel rough and bruising. Your praise made him ever more eager, ever more confident, and it makes him feel like he is living up to the hype.
He continues to lick against you, the pressure of his tongue hitting all of the right spots before circling your clit with his lips again. Only then, when he felt satisfied with the way you were gripping his hair did he gently lower you back to the bed. Sucking hard against you before tilting his head back and looking at you.
This. This is the side of Mark that you met only after you moved away, this is the side of him that makes your heart and legs tremble with the same force as an earth-shattering earthquake. He had you feeling on top of the moon for too long without ever touching you, and now he’s touching you. You can’t even describe how he’s making you feel right now in terms of emotion—
“Mark,” You sigh, fixing a tuft of his hair that you had gripped a little too tightly.
He still only looks at you, every feeling he’s ever had for you welling up inside of him now that he can truly see you bare in front of him. He isn’t sure if he wants to dive back in, pull himself up to kiss you for the first time, or cry.
“You didn’t make me wait this time—” You choke out, staring back at him and feeling incredible tenseness radiating from him despite his calm breathing as he looks at you from between your legs. You can feel his breath against you and it’s warm. He isn’t moving, but you can see him part his lips as if he’s going to say something, but he doesn’t.
He pulls himself back up, crawling on top of you and causing you to slowly lower yourself back against the bed from the position you’d been sitting in to watch him—you wonder if he’s not talking because he’s too busy thinking. You kind of are too, words are hard to find in this moment but you’re still trying and you don’t know why.
Mark keeps your legs spread by leaving his palm against your core, leaning over you with one of his strong arms on one side of your head as he continues to maintain eye contact with you. He’s still fully clothed and it’s not even funny to you in this moment. He’s focused and you’re hyper-aware of everything he is making you feel right now though you have no words to describe it, especially when he dips his head down against your cheek and finally, for the first time since he’s gotten here, says something to you.
“I can kiss you, right?” He asks, and you would laugh because he literally just had his tongue between your legs. You just look up at him and he can see your eyes glistening with a brightness he always wanted to see in them. “There’s so much I want to do to do right now—” He admits against your ear this time, gently moving his fingers down to tease at your entrance. You gasp at that, slack lips trembling at every sensation he gives to you after such a long time of needing it. You weren’t this desperate when Donghyuck was touching you—it’s a little alarming.
Only when you spread your legs a little more and roll your hips up as if to search out his fingers that were already against you, did he finally ghost his lips over yours. His confidence isn’t wavering in the slightest with the way you silently react to him. Mark wonders what you’d think if you could see yourself right now, he doesn’t even need you to praise him or tell him what you need anymore. You never lied to him, you didn’t lose interest, you want him.
He wants you.
He kisses you harder than you’d have expected from the lips he so often used to whisper jokes and affirmations with. You don’t realize that he is quite literally giving you his all in this moment, angling his head in a way that he slots your lips with his that felt as if it were a perfect fit. He always told you that he’d make you taste yourself, but this is much softer than you were expecting.
Before you’d left, you never really imagined what kissing him would be like—he’s so good at it.
He could kiss you like this for hours and you think you could get off on that alone if you’re being honest. Mark does it in a way that leaves you chasing his tongue, squeezing your eyes so tightly just so you can fall into the sensation of the kiss alone. In all honesty, you’re not sure if its more intense because he keeps circling your entrance with the pads of his finger tips or if it’s because you didn’t know how badly you needed him.
He pulls back from you for a moment, you are chasing like you knew you would when he looks down and intently watches as he slides his fingers into you. He can feel the warmth, the wetness, the way you squeeze around just two of his digits. It’s not your fingers anymore, and goddamn they definitely feel better than yours ever did. Long, slender, soft fingers dragging against your walls as you quite literally, melt beneath him.
He smiles at you and the way you groan at him, the way your hips roll against his fingers every few seconds when he fucks them into you again.
“Feel good?” He chuckles out to you, holding his fingers in place as deep as they can go into you.
All you can do is nod at him, feeling completely blown away by what most would consider very very basic foreplay. He continues to fuck you with his fingers, studying each reaction and locking them in his brain so that he can remember this moment forever. Wanting to have the ability to look back on this later with you and ask you how you really felt in this moment.
He’s still hard against his jeans and it’s becoming increasingly difficult for him not to grind forward just to feel the pressure of the denim against him. He’s so focused on you that only now does he realize how bare you are compared to him, and he feels a little embarrassed about that, confidence faltering only for a second at the fact that you haven’t asked him to take anything off yet. The confidence comes right back when you moan out at his fingers again, grabbing at his hand and pulling his fingers out just so that you could breathe again.
“Ah—” You sigh out, hiding your face against him when he tries to look at you with a tilt of the head.
“Did it hurt?” He questions softly, knowing that you could probably handle a lot more than that.
“No—I just. . . get really sensitive when I’m—” You try to say, your body twitching a bit at the air hitting your core. “Mark.”
He doesn’t let you continue, and instead moves his fingers back to your clit, putting pressure against the bud before kissing the corner of your mouth. You can’t think straight, your own hands searching for a part of him to hold onto. He trails his kisses down your neck, to your collar bone, to the soft mound of flesh perking up at his touch, and his fingers continue to mimic what his mouth was doing so perfectly just moments before. You feel so—paid attention to? So perceived by him in this moment that you’re a little jealous. Jealous of the fact that, because you waited so long to have him on you like this, your thoughts are telling you it must be a dream. There’s no way you’re in your old room with Mark’s lips on your skin right now, right? There’s no way his lips are ghosting over your nipples and his fingers are putting more and more pressure on your most sensitive area, right? There’s no way such simple touches from a man are affecting you to this extent.
But they are, and he continues to do it. Pushing and pulling you from the reality of the situation without intent, only now do you realize that he deserves a lot more than he’s getting right now. His fingers are slowly making their way back down, and his tongue is going from different areas of your body back to your lips, all you can do in this moment is kiss him as hard as you can. Tugging him up from your neck and aggressively rolling your hips forward, telling him that it’s okay to slip his fingers in again, telling him it’s okay to not hold back, that he’s allowed to do anything and everything he wants with you.
And he does, making a small sound of surprise at the way you aggressively kiss him. He slips his fingers back into you at a slow pace that doesn’t match at all the energy of your tongue against his right now, and you finally move your hand from gripping his hair down to his shirt. You do your best to pull it off of him without disconnecting your lips from his, but obviously—that wasn’t possible.
He stills his fingers inside of you when he leans up to let you pull his shirt all the way off of him, and all you can do is stare at his face. The way his pupils are blown, his hair looks fucked up and honestly, wow. How dare any other woman see this? This should be yours.
He dips his head a little, looking away from you with a bit of a shy look at the way you stare at him, and when he does that he slowly presses your hand to his jeans, urging you to at least unbutton them for him. And you do that, still not looking away from his face.
“Mark, you are genuinely—so hot right now.” You choke out, feeling him remove his fingers from you again to help you with his button, since honestly, the task is a bit more difficult than you’d like for it to be. “Let me—”
You pull yourself up to a sitting position this time, your core tingling from the loss of his touch that you’d already grown to love so much more than your own. You do your best to focus on what’s in front of you. But all of it is Mark and some how it’s incredibly hard to focus on the fact that you’re about to see his cock in the flesh for the first time. You’re going to touch it, make him writhe. It’s not going to be in a photo or a video.
All he does is watch you, pulling his zipper down and staring intently at the bulge that’s contained within. He instinctively presses himself foward against your knuckles as you work the zipper down, searching for even the slightest amount of friction that isn’t his own inseam—when you see that you swallow hard. Realizing that this bulge is much bigger than you’d thought up before based on photos.
You see him twitch beneath the denim when you fold open the fly of the pants, tugging them down enough to where you can see his cock react even more to the sensation. You peek up at him, seeing the way he’s hanging his head and reaching out to place his hand against the back of your head. You already know where this is going.
The pants are against his thighs by this point and you’re immediately putting your mouth on him without even taking off his briefs. Feeling the heat through the fabric and tasting the wetness from the precum that had seeped through, it’s honestly hard to wait when his body is so obviously seeking you out.
You pull back and look at him, and his cheeks are red, his hands are big when they replace your mouth against him. You wonder if he feels as desperate as you do right now, barely having the ability to take his clothes off of him—barely being able to take in the fact that you’d seen him shirtless so many times but this time feels sexier.
You motion for him to take off his pants, and he very quickly stumbles to his feet to do just that, and then he stands there in his briefs, hanging heavy. It’s like he lost the ability to move for a moment—
“Will you—or um, do you want to—” He pauses, covering his bulge with his hands for a moment.
“I want to.” You chuckle, already pulling him back to the bed so that you can give him exactly what he gave to you. The way he smiles when you position him on the edge of the bed and immediately lower yourself to the same position he was in before on the floor.
You make haste this time, because your mouth is already watering. You’d stalled a bit in seeing his cock in full for the first time, feeling comforted by the fact that it was still covered by his briefs—now it’s just a nuisance to you. You’re ready to hear him, you want to hear him react differently than he did with his own hand.
You pull his briefs down easily, tossing them to the side before gripping him with one hand, the other searching for his. You place his palm in your hair and simply look at him. “Guide me.” You say, before not even allowing yourself to glance at the sheer size of him before you’re circling his tip with your tongue and immediately sinking down.
He reacts instantaneously, a low rumble from his throat escapes his lips and his eyes only slightly rolling back at the first amount of true friction he’s gotten. His fingers grip your hair much like yours did to him, and he doesn’t hesitate to press you lower and lower on him. Sheer desperation becoming the driving factor before he realizes that you’re gagging around him and not pulling up.
He very quickly pulls you back up, studying your face and the wetness coating your lips.
“Sorry. . .” he murmurs, and all you can do is shake your head at him and immediately sink back down on him, allowing him to hit the same part of your throat that makes the tears prickle at the corner of your eyes.
You can hear him groan, and you always told him you’d make him feel good this way. That you’d take as much of him into your mouth as you could handle. That was one of the promises. You search out his hand again, which had made it’s way to his own hair as he ran his fingers through it, and you placed it right back into your own hair, peeking up at him as you breathe through your nose.
Mark looks at you in awe, gripping your hair again to hold your head in place, slowly thrusting into your mouth a little further, pulling out just a bit, then back in. Hitting the back of your throat so perfectly that he wonders why you’re letting him do this, but you moan against his cock in your mouth when he does it—so naturally, he keeps doing it.
The two of you stay like this for a while, until Mark gets to the point that it’s hard for him to contain his hips, perfectly bruising that specific part in your throat that has you moaning each time he hits it, that’s when you pull up. Catching your breath in a loud and messy way that has him cooing at you, running his finger across your lips to wipe up the wetness you’d dribbled all over him.
When he looks at you, he wonders if you did this for Donghyuck too. Surely not, because if you had, he would be fighting with him right now over who gets to keep you for real. With a mouth like yours, he would be damned if he ever gave up on trying to make you his and his alone.
“Did you do this for Hyuck?” He questions with a tilt of his head, a little shocked that he managed to say what was on his mind.
You just look at him in shock, realizing that Donghyuck probably told him everything. But he’s still here with you, so it’s okay right?
You go to crawl over him, looking him in the eye as you shake your head.
“N-“ Your voice croaks, so you swallow hard and clear it. “No.”
“Good.”
You still stare at him, wondering if you’re in trouble or have done something to make him suddenly bring this up to you, but he doesn’t press the issue any further and instead, pulls you down for a kiss again. Not before whispering a small ‘he’s not allowed to have you this way.’
You decide that wherever that came from, you’ll just go ahead and take that demand and run with it, because you cannot bare to ask questions or tell him no. You nod into the kiss, straddling his thighs and mixing your own wet against his.
His hands shoot to your hips, immediately guiding you to slide against his length in a quick pace, his hands are more bruising now than they were before and so are his lips. He’s kissing into your mouth in a way that makes you think he would rather do this than breathe, and you’re more than okay with that.
The way the head of his cock hits your clit every few seconds is making your legs tremble, and he keeps doing it. He keeps sliding you against him and grunting against your lips, it makes him look desperate for you and you are in love with everything he is doing right now.
You’re breathless on top of him, pulling back from the kiss to throw your face into the crook of his neck as you attempt to move your hips on your own accord, circling your clit against the tip of his cock with ease. You both moan out at that before he’s stilling your hips.
“Stop—I’ll literally cum right now—” He stutters out, and you manage to release a small chuckle against his neck that makes him think a little too hard. “You’re too good at this, you know that?” He praises you, pulling back and looking down at you.
“Mhm—” You say as you go to kiss the bottom of his jaw. “I’ve wanted to do this to you for a long time.”
His cheeks stay warm, his entire body tingling as you begin to move your hips on him, and it’s becoming too much.
“Y/n,” He says, stilling your hips again. “Can I fuck you now?”
You act as if you’re thinking hard about it, thoughts coming back to reality for a moment before lifting your own hips and waiting for him to position himself. He gets the hint, immediately swiping his bottom lip with his tongue as he reaches down to position himself right at your entrance.
Both of you breathe out when you sit against him, and when you sit yourself up and position your hands against his chest, all you can think about is how good he’s filling you up. Your best friend being the only person on this planet who is able to fit into you like this, you look at him and the way his hair is a fucking mess, his lips are skewed by his own teeth biting as you bottom out on him, and his eyes are glossed over in a way you’d never seen.
He moans out when you do finally bottom out, sitting in place for a solid minute just to feel him inside of you—that’s when you reach up to cup his cheek and go to speak.
“No one has ever felt this good.” You say to him, swirling your hips against him in a small circular motion. “And I’d really love it if you’d just fuck me until I forget about everyone else but you.”
Music to his ears. You’re talking the way you did through the calls in the past and it’s hitting him straight in the heart and the dick.
He doesn’t falter even for a moment when he lefts himself and hugs against your waist tightly, lifting his chin so that he can catch your lips in his, feeling like he must be the greatest person in the world for you to want to forget about everyone else. Especially Donghyuck.
He’s careful when he presses you back, swiftly keeping himself inside of you as he hovers above you, leaning down on his elbow and regaining control of his body as you stare up at him this time.
Mark never got to see you and feel you at the same time, always just his hand desperately pumping himself and wishing it was you, but it is you this time and he can’t stop thinking about it. It’s like a fantasy playing in his head and real life at the same time—
“You’re so pretty.” He whispers out to you, pushing his cock deeper into you. “Everything about you is so pretty—” he continues, whimpering slightly when he pulls out and pushes back in.
You’re a little taken aback by the sound he just made, but your body reacts to it, your heart reacts to it. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you moan each time he pushes into you, and sigh each time he pulls out. He’s loving it.
And to be fair, he’s been on the edge of cumming this entire time, he’s a little surprised that he’s managed to keep his composure up until now, but it’s getting harder and harder to act cool about this. Each thrust bringing an immense amount of tension throughout his cock.
He stutters his movements, and looks at you and the way your lips fall each time you moan. He wants you to cum first so so bad.
It shocks you when you suddenly feel his fingers circling your clit at an aggressive pace, and honestly you’re a little shocked at how close you were without realizing, trembling around him as he continues to rub and thrust into you—you could barely form a moan when it hits you, cumming around his cock almost instantly when he did that.
“A—are you cumming?” He asks in shock, picking up his pace and barely forming half-thrusts as he works himself into his own orgasm.
You can only moan out in response, aggressively nodding your head before pulling his face down to yours and kissing him as if it were the last time you could see him.
The way your walls tighten against him will be the end of him really, but he’s happy to say the two of you will cum at the same time at the very least, his lips pressed firmly against yours as the two of you breathe each other in through low and high pitched moans each time your muscle pulse.
Honestly, this orgasm is lasting much longer than you’d ever experienced and you’re thankful in the way you can feel his cock release strings of his own cum inside of you.
And then it’s quiet, and your skin is prickling. You can feel how cold his skin feels from the layer of sweat but everything still feels warm, you look at him for what feels like the millionth time and realize something. That didn’t feel like fucking at all. That didn’t feel like a friends-with-benefits things. This was fulfilling promises and. . .
He’s still out of breath, hanging his head and preparing himself to pull his sensitive cock out of you, but you stop him with your hand brushing his hair out from in front of his eyes.
“Mark—” You stutter, out of breath and grasping reality again.
He grimaces at the sensitivity when you unintentionally clench around him, but looks back at you nevertheless.
“How do you feel right now?” You ask.
He’s taken aback by the sudden question, because how he feels should be read very clearly across his face. It causes him to panic a bit at how easily he could tell you right now that he wants to be with you like this, possibly forever. That he doesn’t want to share you with Donghyuck or anyone else, that he has actual feelings for you that require more attention and care when compared to the old friendship you used to have.
But he doesn’t say a thing about it. Trying to play it off casually, like it meant what you wanted it to mean, not what he wants it to mean.
“Fucked out.” He laughs, pulling himself out of you despite your hand holding him in place by his hip. Honestly, if he stayed in you any longer he thinks he would say something fucking stupid.
“Oh,” You say, looking around and wondering if you’re really the only one who felt a lot more than just fucked out.
“We should clean up. . .” he trails off, pulling himself off of you and very quickly grabbing his shirt to wipe between your legs. ‘don’t do anything weird’ he repeats in his head, holding himself back from the idea of using this shirt to jerk off in later when you inevitably tell him you feel nothing for him.
“Yeah, I guess we should.” You say, feeling him gently pat between your legs before wiping himself off.
You lift yourself up on your elbows, feeling a little lightheaded as you watch him put his briefs back on, followed by his pants. You can’t exactly get up right now because your legs feel weak and you’d probably have cum dribbling down your legs again if you did—
“Where are you going?” You ask in a voice more panicked than you were expecting when you see him head towards your door.
“To the bathroom?” He questions back, heart hoping that your tone was intentional and that you would be sad if he were to go.
“Oh.” You squeak out, trying to stand up to go with him. You don’t even bother with your clothes since your parents don’t really have any reason to come upstairs anyway, and then you trail after him.
The feelings inside of you hit you, and you’re a little sad that it must still be casual for Mark. But you feel good when he clings against you, arguing that the two of you should totally take a shower together.
It was definitely so he could give you the aftercare he wanted, and not at all because he wanted to have sex again, but sometimes things go differently and not according to plan. The two of you ended up back in bed over an hour later after he had managed to snake his fingers back inside of you, giving you another earth-shattering orgasm as he held you against the cold shower wall with strong arms and gentle suckles against your neck.
He had left marks on more than just your neck, but it still felt good to fall asleep next to him without the fear of not being able to reach out and hold him. He held you back with intention and you still felt confused. Fuck buddies don’t hold each other this closely, right?
~
It’s been three days since you’ve been with Mark, but he’s still texting as usual. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel weird to accept Donghyuck’s call for needing attention from you, but you did. Mostly because Mark seems to be making it clear that this is a casual thing just like it is with Donghyuck, even if he pulled at your heart without realizing.
Donghyuck had made his way to your place quickly after you responded to his texts and was on top of you before you could even get your door locked. You didn’t mind, it was nice to have both Mark and Donghyuck so eager for you when the time came. But the thing with Donghyuck is that he doesn’t get tired. An hour after cumming, he would have the stamina to get hard again and look at you with those eyes, and touch you with those hands.
It felt good, really. Even after the third time. But his mouth wasn’t as eager as Mark’s was, and his hands weren’t gripping as hard. He’s still making you cum, but he’s getting his too and you can see his focus shift from you to himself from time to time. That’s normal and expected, which may be why it hit so hard that Mark’s focus was entirely on you.
By this time, both you and Donghyuck are laid out bare in your room watching another shitty movie he picked out. It’s fun, it’s comfortable, and you really do like doing this with him. The way he casually gropes you with a chuckle, or the way he wiggles his brows at you to see if you wanna go for yet another round. Honestly, you’re shocked he’s not raw by this point. You’re fucked out completely, after having so much sex in just the past week compared to the years of not really having it too often—
“It’s cool if you don’t wanna go again, just admit that you can’t handle this.” Donghyuck teases at you with a small kiss to your cheek followed by a grip of his own cock.
“Hyuck, honestly. I didn’t know you had so much stamina, you could win an award.” You laugh back at him, wanting nothing more than to have a nap with him rather than another twenty minutes of trembling limbs and soring your throat through moans. Because he is good at what he does, really.
“Top of my class— if there was one for fucking, I guess?”
You laugh at that, turning your attention to your phone so that you could text Mark back. He knows you’re with Donghyuck right now, and he seemed fine with it.
“Tell Mark it’s my turn to spend time with you.” Donghyuck whines, trying to swipe your phone away from you.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” You swipe it back, continuing to respond to him.
Mark really is talking much more via text right now.
“Ask him why he hasn’t texted me then?!” He whines again at you. Donghyuck knows why though, and it’s because though Mark explicitly told him not to give him details, he ended up asking anyway.
Mark not only asked him for details, but spent an entire afternoon trying to decide if you enjoyed yourself more with him or Donghyuck . This, of course, was the day after he had left your house, he desperately needed to know what you and Donghyuck had done together at that point, so that he would know for a fact that you did more for him. And you did. But it didn’t change the fact that Mark got mad at Donghyuck for doing as he asked and telling him the details. He distanced himself even more when Donghyuck told him he’d better ‘get his girl soon’ because he was feeling ‘needy’ and might call you—that was really for the sole purpose of getting a rise out of him though. Donghyuck can’t say he actually enjoys the situation with Mark right now.
Mark hadn’t texted him back since, but knows Donghyuck is with you right now because you told him he was. He didn’t push for details like he wanted to, but he’s damn well trying to text you as much as he can right now so that your attention stays on him just a little bit. He feels sick to his stomach knowing that you’re probably feeling good with Donghyuck every time you respond a little slower, all of his touch replaced with someone else’s who he thought he could trust.
He can trust Donghyuck , at least for the most part. For the entire three days since he had been with you and spoken to Mark, it weighed heavy on Donghyuck’s mind. The fact that he said he would still fuck you despite Mark struggling with his feelings—he felt bad. When he puts himself in Mark’s position, he would have acted differently as well, cutting contact with the friend who blatantly admits to intending to fuck the girl that’s taking over his heart. He doesn’t blame Mark for catching feelings. He thinks if he keeps it up with you, it very well could become dangerous for him too.
Yeah, he felt bad. He feels bad now too, but would you blame him for trying to get what he can before he decides to do Mark’s job for him? Of course he’s going to enjoy himself while he can, because today will be the last time he calls for you this. ‘Rip shortest fuck buddy ever’ is what he thinks to himself each time he looks at you, knowing he’s gonna miss the casual fun that the two of you only barely got to share. But really, he loves Mark enough to back away—and if it doesn’t work out for them, maybe he can still have at you right?
“What’s gotten into you?” You nudge Donghyuck once you put your phone back on the table, noticing that he’s staring off a little bit.
“Actually Y/n, I have a confession to make—”
“Oh god.” You deadpan, turning to face towards him.
The two of you are still completely naked, and it’s comfortable to be able to hang out like this. Having normal conversations, joking around, being yourselves.
“Well, it’s not my confession but I need you to shut up for like two seconds and let me talk.” He puts a finger in the air and glares at you. “Meaning, don’t interrupt me.”
You glare back and slowly nod, wondering what it is he has to tell you.
“I don’t actually have this much stamina, I was just getting what I could before I had to tell you that, our beloved Mark, is very much in love with you or whatever—and I should probably stop fucking you for his sake.”
You just stare at him.
“No he doesn’t?” You almost laugh, throwing yourself at him to laugh at his joke since he tends to like a dramatic reaction from his crowd.
“No, really. We fucked three times because I wanted to get as much as I could before I had to kiss that sweet ass goodbye.” He explains to you, looking down at your head on his thigh. “I was a bad friend to him when he told me, and I’m selfish—but like—would you blame me?”
“Wait, you’re serious?” You lift yourself back up to look at him from face level. “Because I kinda hinted that I was feeling some stuff when he was over la-“
“Wait, he came over? And he didn’t tell you?” Donghyuck squints his eyes at you. “And you didn’t tell me?”
“I didn’t know I had to? Thought we could fuck other people?”
“Oh?! So you guys fucked?!” He questions again, acting offended but honestly, he’s just amused. “Was he better than me?”
You look away from him and hesitate, because it’s not that he was physically better than Donghyuck was. He was bigger though, and more passionate about it, so kinda.
“Wow. Okay.” Donghyuck throws his hands up in mock pain, and then smiles at you. “Did he really not tell you? Like did he even act like he wanted more from you?”
You nod your head, because you really could have sworn Mark fucked you in a way that wasn’t fucking at all. Your cheeks drain when you think about it, and the way he was so casual after the fact even after stating ‘good’ over the fact that his cock was the only one you’ve sucked.
“Oh my god.” Donghyuck slaps himself on the forehead and shakes his head at you. “You like him too, don’t you?”
You nod again, slightly. Doing your best to understand the situation at hand.
“Mark really told you he liked me?” You question, shaking off the whole situation of Donghyuck fucking you raw today just because he knew he couldn’t do it tomorrow. “Did he say how much he likes me?”
“Dude, I think I’ve done my part here. You guys need to talk and leave me out of it.”
That’s the smartest thing he’s said all day, honestly. Kind of humble for him to expose Mark like this for his own sake, even against his wishes of wanting to maintain a fuck-buddy relationship with you. Now you feel kind of bad, but also kind of elated.
“You should probably wash my cum off of you if you plan to bring him over or something—” He adds, standing up and reaching for his pants that had been forgotten and crumpled in the floor. “Unless you wanna give me one more for the road?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, and honestly, he really was hoping you’d do it but you just wave him off with a fond smile.
“It was fun while it lasted, really. Looks like we are going back to clothed-hangouts and monopoly.”
“Monopoly.” Donghyuck furrows his brows.
“Monopoly.” You confirm.
He shrugs, pulling his pants on and looking at you.
“I’ll text him, and he’s probably going to kill me so—” He opens his phone and begins to text. “If you don’t hear from me, just check the news tomorrow I guess.”
~
Knowing you have to start back at work in a mere few days, you were very quick to go to Mark’s house after Donghyuck had left. Honestly it’s a bit insane that Mark keeps having to get Donghyuck’s sloppy seconds but it’s not like it’s your fault. You didn’t know he was like—feeling things? Hell, you knew you probably would have dated Mark ages ago had he made it clear to you. Even before you moved back, you would have given it a shot because the feelings grew over the months and months of talking to him in an intimate way. But he always made sure it was casual, like it could never be anything more.
It’s his own fault that you had to clean Donghyuck’s cum off of you as you rushed to try and look nice for him. You don’t even want to have anymore sex today because you don’t really have any energy left for it. Donghyuck really stole all of that for himself and you almost don’t go to Mark’s house at all at first.
But you do. Because again, you start work soon and you can imagine Mark is fucking suffering knowing what you and Donghyuck had been up to, and knowing he was at your house. So when you knock on his door, you almost expect him to slam it in your face despite his kind texts towards you.
“Oh—what are you doing here?” Mark questions. “I thought you were with Hyu-“
“He didn’t text you, did he?” You pinch the bridge of your nose, but actually you’re kind of thankful.
“What? Why would he?” Mark sighs out, looking behind you to see if maybe Donghyuck was actually with you.
“He told me everything.”
Mark’s eyes fall as he backs away from the door and moves to the side to let you in, and he clams up a little on himself when you step inside and continue to speak.
“He told me you know about how we had sex, and how you have feelings for me, and—”
Mark just stands there feeling like he’s being grilled, but he isn’t. His heart is just beating really fast and it’s hard for him to grasp the fact that Donghyuck, of all people, told you everything.
“He called off the whole fuck-buddy thing we had. Because of you. Because you have feelings for me.”
You stop after you take your shoes off and look at him for a moment, then you immediately pull him towards you so that you could hug him as tightly as you could.
“I wish you would have told me.”
Mark still stands there a little awkward but puts his arms around you and hugs you back. “I didn’t think you’d be okay with it.” He admits in a quiet voice.
You pull back and look up at him. “You’re really bad at asking how I feel about things, you know that, right?”
He nods and pulls back from the hug.
“So. . . like—” He kicks his foot at the ground for a second before looking back up at you. “How do you feel then?”
“I feel like I want to punch you for making this more difficult than it needed to be, and that I definitely have feelings for you too.”
His ears immediately start to ring when he hears you say that, realizing that he didn’t have to work hard for this at all. He barely even had to suffer and when he did, it was because of himself and not you at all. It’s just. . . not very easy to suddenly realize feelings and pretend like everything is normal. Or is it? Fuck if he knows.
Only then do you take a moment to look around his house, his mother standing in full view outside of the kitchen with her mouth hanging open. You’re immediately embarrassed because this woman just saw a whole different side of you compared to all of the nights you’d spent here with them. All you can do is dip your head in shame and practically fling yourself behind Mark, who then also notices his mother.
“Uh—” He goes to say, and all she does is grimace and shake her head.
“I needed to hear none of that.” She says, waving the two of you off.
“Y-yeah, Sorry!” Mark says, pulling you to the front door. “I think we should maybe, like, I don’t know?”
“Come back to my house?” You say, cheeks too warm and heart too fluttered.
“Yeah, privacy. Please.”
~
Things are good even as your mom grills you for knowing you and Donghyuck were doing some shady shit in your room and then suddenly coming home with Mark again and announcing that you maybe sorta kinda became his girlfriend on the drive over. Only because Mark was entirely too eager and impatient to get through the entire conversation he knew the two of you had to have before he should officially be asking. He just blurted out a ‘so like, we should date then right?’. You were quick to say yes, of course you were.
It was easier than expected to fall into a relationship with someone who had also held his place as your best friend. Donghyuck was still available at all times of the day for both of you, not once making a passing comment about the situation. He never brings up the sex the two of you had, nor does he make Mark suffer for it. In reality it was a very short-lived moment of falling into a relationship with each other, and knowing Mark, you knew he would stumble the entire time.
You stumbled a little bit too, only because he tripped you though.
~
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truth or dare pt. 2 | d.r.w
danny wagner x reader
word count: 3,096
content warnings: dirty talk, lil bit of praise kink, face sitting, oral (f receiving), spanking, hair pulling, slight dom!danny (i can't help it and i won't apologize), brief mentions of smoking weed
summary: no one has mentioned the threesome in weeks, but danny can't help but think about the one thing that was missing from that night. he decides to address exactly what led to the threesome, hoping you're on the same page
a/n: ok this was the fastest i've ever written something but i couldn't stop lmao. the second i realized i left this out from part one i knew i needed a part two. hope you enjoy and happy wagner wednesday!!
the days and weeks following your hook up with sam and danny were shockingly normal. thursday hang outs continued to happen without any issues and no one brought up the events of that night. naturally you still thought about it; sam and danny did too even if they didn't tell you. the three of you kept those secrets to yourselves.
shortly after that night you decided you didn't want to make a big deal out of it. the atmosphere hadn't changed and you all had fun. it was a one time thing to get it out of your systems. and of course, it was fueled by the weed you smoked so worst comes to worse you can chalk it up to a lapse of judgment.
you knew better though. you were fully aware of your actions and not once had you regretted them. you figured the guys didn't either since nothing felt awkward.
admittedly you expected at least sam to talk about what happened. he'd be the one most likely out of the three of you to joke about it and playfully hold it over everyone's heads, but he didn't. for him, you supposed, it really was a one and done thing, and that was perfectly fine with you.
maybe if you had paid closer attention to danny you would've noticed subtle differences in his behavior. you would've noticed how his eyes lingered on you longer than they used to. you would've noticed how he took every opportunity to touch you, even if it was as simple as a hand on your lower back when passing by you. you would've noticed how he sat next to whenever he could. and you would've noticed the way his pupils expanded and darkened at the sight of the outfits you were on nights out with the whole band.
danny truly couldn't get you out of his head. he thought about your hands on his body, the way your kisses felt - god the softest silk in the world couldn't hold a candle to your lips - the way you moaned his name. he couldn't stop thinking about how you reacted to his commands, to the way you immediately submitted yourself to him. he thought about how perfectly you felt wrapped around his cock, warm and tight and soaking wet. he got a taste of you and felt as though he would explode if he didn't get to again.
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you and the guys decided to spend a weekend at the kiszka lake house, the warm spring weather making it unbearable to stay indoors. it was the second day of your stay and after spending hours upon hours swimming and running around, the five of you were sat around a huge bonfire, jake strumming songs to entertain you all.
the twins still didn't know about what transpired between you, sam, and danny. not due to shame or embarrassment, more so that they didn't really need to know. it wasn't a thing so it didn't need to come up.
after a few hours you started feeling tired, worn out from the days activities. as lovely as the heat from the fire was, it made you feel like you could fall asleep at any moment so you figured it was a good time to turn in. standing up and addressing the boys, you made it known that you were heading to bed and that you'd see them in the morning. they all responded with varying good nights and sweet dreams, and with that, you walked back to the house and up to the room you had claimed as yours. about 20 minutes later you heard a gentle knock on your door.
“yeah?”
“it’s danny.” the voice behind the door spoke. you moved from the comfort of your blankets to unlock the door and let him in, walking back to bed as he closed it and locked it once more. he was unusually quiet and seemed the slightest bit tense, almost like he was pushing something down that he really wanted to say. he sat down in front of you, making little to no attempt to hide the way his eyes roamed your body. you blushed at the action and hoped he didn't notice, you covered your face slightly with the sleeves of your sweatshirt just in case. you watched him open and close his mouth a few times before he spoke.
“can i be honest with you?” he asked. you started feeling nervous, the lack of additional context making your heart race a bit in anticipation. you nodded, “of course danny, always.”
he smiled at you. you were so god damn sweet all the time and he adored it. now he’d seen another side of you, though, and the juxtaposition turned him on immensely. he struggled a bit to bring up exactly what he wanted to say to you. you hadn't mentioned it, what if he was overstepping? what if he said something and completely fucked your friendship? you nudged him gently and raised your eyebrows, urging him to continue.
danny huffed a breathy laugh and carried in with his train of thought. “i know we haven't talked about it at all but i haven't stopped thinking about that night.” he didn't need to specify, you immediately knew what he was referring to and you considered telling him the same thing. he kept going, granting you the opportunity to not speak just yet.
he moved the slightest bit closer to you. “i can't stop thinking about how your body felt pressed against mine. how reactive you were to my touch. and god those sounds you made. id give anything to hear those moans and whimpers again.” danny’s seductive tone of voice sent shivers down your spine. you didn't expect him to say all of that but you were so glad he did. he kept his eyes on yours, waiting for a response but you couldn't form one so he kept speaking.
“ya know angel, one thing was missing that night and it's been on my mind ever since. do you know what that is?” he questioned. you shook your head. you couldn't think of anything that was missing; everyone was more than satisfied that night.
danny smirked and leaned forward to push some stray hair behind your ear, you breath hitched at the small action and you felt goosebumps rise on every inch of your body. pull yourself together god damn it. “i distinctly remember that whole thing starting because you said you wanted to try something. what was that again? oh right, you wanted to sit on my face. didn't you angel?”
oh. that thing. you nodded once more. desperately wanting to see where danny would take this conversation. you had your hopes but you certainly weren't about to voice them.
he moved closer until his mouth was no more than two inches from the side of your face, the feeling of his hot breath on your ear made you shiver and release the softest moan. “go ahead, angel. put that gorgeous pussy on my face.”
he pulled away, not making it far before you grabbed his shirt and tugged to bring him close again, your lips immediately finding his. both of you groaned at the feeling, noticeably relaxing into each other. yet again you found yourself thinking about how perfect his lips were. these last few weeks you'd caught yourself staring at them more times than you could count, your core practically dripping just from the sight of his tongue gently swiping over his bottom lip. the fact that you finally had his lips back on yours - where you felt they belonged at all times - was enough to cause wetness to pool between your thighs.
danny’s tongue pushed its way past your lips and you welcomed the feeling. god the things his tongue could do. his mouth moved to attach to your neck, leaving warm kisses along your skin. you wished he'd leave a mark, or maybe a few. you wanted him to claim you and make sure everyone knew who you belonged to. as if he could read your mind, danny started peppering your neck with small love bites, drawing moans from you at the feeling of his teeth against your skin. one of his hands started to travel down to your pants and when danny realized you actually weren't wearing any he groaned against your neck.
“ohhh fuck me, angel. it's like you knew i would come looking for you.” you hummed in response. you definitely hadn't expected this, call it dumb luck.
he moved back to continue kissing you as his fingers started swirling small circles along your clit. the pressure was amazing; someone just enough and not enough at the same time. either way you were craving more. “danny, baby, please i need you.” you begged, remembering how much he loved it. rather than respond to your pleas he slipped two of fingers into your panties and you both moaned.
“angel you're fucking soaked. tell me, who got you this wet?”
“you danny. always you.” immediately you realize you gave yourself away with that little “always” comment. maybe you'd let him in on your other fantasies another day, for now you just wanted his tongue on you. “no more teasing,” you whined. “please danny, i need you.”
thankfully, rather than push you to be more specific with your desires, he looked up at you with the sexiest smirk you've ever seen before telling you to stand. He grabbed your panties with both hands and looked directly into your eyes, then in one swift - and unexpected - motion he tore your panties clean off your body. Your breathing was heavy, and as much as you wanted to shift your gaze, your eyes never left his. How the hell was he so composed??? You could’ve melted right then and there.
Both of his hands cupped your face to kiss you deeply, before moving down to squeeze your ass. He kneaded the plump flesh and you both moaned into the kiss. Catching you off guard, he smacked your ass, pulling a shocked gasp from you and leading you to pull away from the kiss to look at his face, his own expression showing a large shit eating grin.
Danny flopped onto your bed and reached out to you, “come on angel, let me taste you.”
Wasting no time, you place yourself above him, trapping his head between your thick thighs. His hands immediately grabbed onto you, his lips following closely biting and kissing your inner thighs. His hands then traveled to hold your hands, something you thought was sweet, but a clear difference from danny’s apparent dominant nature in bed. Once he had a hold on both of your wrists he moved them behind you, shifting to hold both of them in one of his large hands while the other came up to pull your hair, your head falling back with it.
“Let me make something clear, angel. You might be on top of me, but don’t think for a second that you’re in control here,” you moaned at his words and the roughness of his actions. “I’ve been dying to taste that pussy for weeks and i plan on doing exactly that for as long as i want. Understood?” you nodded to answer him, but he wasn’t pleased with that. He pulled your hair harder and you realized what he wanted to hear from you.
“Yes danny. I understand, fuck i understand. Whatever you want.” you sounded pathetic, that was undeniable, but you didn’t feel the slightest bit embarrassed about it.
“I’m not stopping until you’re a shaking mess, angel. Keep that in mind.”
Having nothing else to say at that point, he pulled you forward so you were right over his lips, his nose just barely grazing your clit. You shuddered in anticipation before letting out a strangled moan at the feeling of his tongue slowly gliding through your folds. He repeated the motion for some time, relishing in the sounds that came out of your mouth.
Danny switched between sucking on your swollen clit and licking long, pointed stripes through your core. You were dripping. Had any other man ever made you as wet as danny had? No, no you didn’t think so. In fact you were confident that no man has turned you on to the extent danny has and you knew this wouldn’t be the last time you two were in bed together.
Breaking you from your thoughts, you felt danny pull you even closer, landing two quick and sharp slaps to your ass. “When i say i want you to sit on my face, i mean fucking sit on it angel. don’t make me tell you again.” he pulled your core directly onto his lips, completely flush against his skin. “Yes sir.” you breathed, not thinking twice about your words.
Danny let out a loud groan that was muffled by his lips being attached to your pussy. of course he liked that.
He borderline inhaled you, his tongue moving deliciously against you, you felt your orgasm bubbling within you and you knew it wouldn’t be long until you came. You felt danny’s tongue poke gently at your entrance before he began tongue fucking you mercilessly.
“DANNY FUCK! Fucking shit keep going, fuck don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop.” your begging only encouraged him, pushing his tongue even deeper into your heat. How did you never notice how fucking long his tongue was?? You’d absolutely never forget now.
“Danny, shit. Fuck i’m so close please let me cum.” you weren’t instructed to ask for permission, but you couldn’t help but feel like you should. You wanted danny to have control over everything that was happening and as much as you wanted to cum all over danny’s face you’d listen to him if he said no. your own heightened level of submission baffled you, but you welcomed it.
Pulling away just enough to speak, danny nodded and looked up at you. He became distracted at the sight before him- you were covered in a thin layer of sweat and your head was thrown back from the pleasure he was giving you. You were the finest piece of art he’d ever seen and he prayed to whatever was out there in the universe that this wouldn’t be the last time he’d see you in this way. “Go ahead, angel. Cum for me.” he instructed before sucking your clit back into his mouth. God that fucking mouth was heavenly.
A few more licks and you screamed out his name, your orgasm washing over you like a warm blanket. He slowed down just a bit, coaxing you through your release. Once your breathing had stopped, you looked down at him, your eyes heavy and your lips read and puffy from biting down on them. His eyes were dark and his entire expression oozed sex appeal.
“You’re fucking delicious angel. The best thing i’ve ever fucking tasted,” you blushed at his compliment, the filthy words reigniting the fire in your body. “But you’re not done until i say so.” and with that, he dove his head back between your thighs, his movements faster than they previously had been and laced with the slightest bit of aggression. He was eating you out like his life depended on it, like he was on death row and your pussy was the only thing he wanted for his last meal. Your moans were persistent and you were unable to form full sentences, the only other sounds coming from your mouth being nearly incomprehensible curses.
You started grinding your hips against his face, moving your core along his tongue faster and harder. Danny moaned at your actions, the vibrations sending shockwaves directly to your pussy and pushing you closer to your second orgasm.
“That’s it baby, use my mouth. Fuck yourself on my face. I want to be covered in those sweet juices.” you immediately picked up your pace, grabbing a fistful of his hair to stabilize yourself and move him in sync with your body. Your clit started repeatedly bumping into his nose and you moaned loudly every time you felt the two collide. his face was fucking made to be sat on.
Paying closer attention to your actions, danny pulled you closer to his mouth, his nose fully pressed against your clit, he shook his head back and forth, the friction making your eyes roll back. Between danny’s nose on your clit and his tongue fuckng your pussy you knew you’d be coming in mere seconds.
It was danny’s words that put you over the edge. “Such a good girl for me. My gorgeous girl. Cum for me again baby.” and with that, your orgasm exploded from within you. You screamed danny’s name so loud you were almost certain the kiszka’s would hear it from outside. It honestly didn’t matter to you at that moment. Danny’s fingers moved to rub your clit gently, working you through your second, and much more intense release.
Your entire body was shaking and you were completely spent. There was no way you could handle more, thankfully danny seemed to agree that his job was done. He carefully moved you to lay down next to him. You were breathing heavily, almost as if you had run a marathon, and although your eyes were shut, you could tell he was now leaning over you. Slowly opening your eyes, you found that you were correct. His face was glistening with your slick and your jaw dropped as you watched him lick his lips, his own eyes fluttering from the taste of you. He leaned down to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue and you couldn’t deny that you loved it.
“I think this goes without saying, but there’s no way in hell i’m letting this be the only time you do that.” he stated. You nodded shut your eyes, no longer resisting the urge to fall asleep. You curled into danny’s side and he held you close, kissing the top of your head. You spoke softly before passing out.
“Sammy was right, that nose is fucking perfect.”
The last thing you heard was a light chuckle from danny before you were overcome by your exhaustion. That night you slept better than you had in a long time, and in the morning when you woke up still wrapped in danny’s arms, your heart fluttered. There wasn’t a single place on earth that you’d rather be.
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oh hello!! i found your blog and i’m so amazed at what you write! i’m unsure if i’ve asked here before, or if this is my first time. how would the lords react to a young F!reader who has liquid mercury wings, and also doesn’t know how to smile (yet)? lil ‘kuudere’ mercury angel lmao. i hope this isn’t too much to ask ^^ tysm and stay safe!! 💛
Thank you! 💛 This is my first time getting this ask. I've interpreted it as more of a child/young teen reader, let me know if you envisioned it differently!
Alcina Dimitrescu
Congratulations! You've just been adopted! 🎉🎉🎉
All of Alcina's mom instincts just clicked on the minute she saw you. You're so small. So cute. She felt the same instant connection to you as she did to her three daughters.
Without even being able to really process it, you're given a room, an entire new wardrobe, and three older sisters who adore you just as much as their mom does. Honestly, it's a little disorienting.
Alcina is a little worried about the fact that you seem to have no real emotions, but she's a patient lady who believes firmly in communication. If you like something and tell her, she believes you. Some people just don't emote that well, after all. She gets used to it very quickly.
(And if anyone even so much as makes a snippy comment about your face or tone, they're straight up dead.)
She is the kind of mom who wants ALL the pictures of her darling children, and makes you sit for many, many formal portraits--some of which she even paints herself.
She likes incorporating Angelic imagery in all of your portraits, too. Your wings are beautiful, and she wants to make sure that you never have insecurities about your appearance or your abilities. If she can show even 1/10th of how perfect she finds you, she calls it a mission accomplished.
Alcina never expected you to smile for her, honestly. You had limits, and she respected them. But when she unveiled the newest family portrait--with all of her children featured prominently--to her surprise she spots a small, trembling smile on your lips.
And when you say 'Thank you, Mother'? Alcina gets really emotional, and even a little teary eyed.
She Immediately drops to her knees and pulls you into the BIGGEST hug. You are always welcome.
Donna Beneviento
But if you're baby, and I'm baby, then who's driving the bus?
Donna does not know how to interact with you. She's already quite inexperienced with social interaction, and without the feedback that she normally gets from people's facial expressions, she's left floundering.
She's really trying her best, too! It's just, your voice doesn't even have the slightest bit of inflection. Are you happy? Sad? Give her a hint she is suffering.
Your deadpan tone just CRACKS Angie up, though.
Angie bridges the gap in your relationship. She is talkative and wacky, which fills the awkward silences between you and Donna very easily.
Similar to Donna, you find it very easy to talk to Angie! She doesn't force you to smile, or talk, or do anything you might be uncomfortable with. She's playful and loud, so you don't have to try very hard around her.
Eventually you two reach a peaceful, relaxing medium. Donna slowly accepts that your words are meant to be taken at face value, and with that realization a lot of the stress between you two melts away.
Also, if you let her make you clothes? She👏is👏 LIVING👏
She loooves to make things for you, and the wings only offer a welcome challenge. She's never worked with anything like that before, and she's so excited!!!!
Angie also wants you to fly around with her in the yard! The three of you actually have a lot of fond memories of outdoor tea parties where Donna primly sits in a chair, watching with a small, happy smile on her face as you flutter through the air with a SCREECHING Angie in your arms. She's having a BLAST!!
It's the first time she sees you smile, too, and it just makes her own smile grow. She never thought she'd have another sibling, but life really is full of surprises, isn't it?
Salvatore Moreau
Salvatore is SO concerned...
You're really young, left alone, with an obvious physical difference that can be spotted a mile away. Someone could target you very easily, and despite your wings he doesn't know if you could safely defend yourself. He really wants to help you out, but uh...
Kids are consistently terrified of him? He doesn't know if you would accept his help or run away screaming.
...but your clothes are so ratty, and it's so cold outside...
Moreau decides to sneakily leave you some cheese and a spare scarf on a rock in plain view. When he sees you put the scarf on and absolutely DEVOUR the piece of cheese, it steals his resolve.
He winds up leaving you a small trail of cheese pieces that lead to his home, and sets up a small separate nest like area for you. It's entirely enclosed, warm and far enough away from his room that he hopes it won't spook you. This will work great!
Little does he know, that you were only a few paces behind him the entire time, and when he finally finished with the setup, he turned around to find you hovering in the doorway, expression blank as always, and mouth full of cheese.
Moreau screamed
You seem happy enough with the new setup, though, and begin to follow Moreau around like a baby duck.
Dr. Moreau Time: He does give you the occasional exam to test your reflexes. He's worried a little bit about the composition of your wings--Mercury is a chemical that is known to cause madness and nerve damage with extended exposure, especially in young children.
He wants to ensure that you're safe from harm, both physical and mental!
One night, many weeks later, when you two are seated side by side watching a movie, you flop into his side with a small smile on your face, and fall asleep. Moreau tries not to wake you up with his overwhelmed sobbing.
Karl Heisenberg
Hello?? Child?? Why are you here???
Karl doesn't quite know what to do with you, at first. He's not bad with kids, per se, but it's suspicious for him that you just so happen to have a variant of his metal powers and were found wandering around outside the Factory.
He suspects Mother Miranda immediately--are you a spy? Another one of her victims? He doesn't know, and until he does you will be fed, clothed, and kept at arm's length.
Once he confirms your lack of involvement in her schemes, he engages with you a lot more.
Initially, just kind of baffled by the fact you don't emote, but upon further thought he totally gets it. Emotions suck, man. You don't gotta express more than you have to around him, he's cool with it.
He's more used to being a Fun Uncle rather than a dad (he's totally helped Alcina's daughters sneak out and cause mischief before this), so he only vaguely knows that you should probably have a bedtime, regular meals, and a social circle? He'll halfheartedly try to enforce stuff, but if you push back at all he just let's it go.
He, uh, will also let you help him mess around with corpses for the soldats? Definitely not age appropriate, but still, he wants to share his passion with you and teach you a little bit about metalwork.
One day, he does a little metal bending trick in front of you and makes you a flower, just to show off. Your eyes just LIGHT UP and the tiniest little smile shows up on your face, and when you reach your hands out to grab it--
Something deep in his chest just seized up all of a sudden. Shit, that's cute.
Shit, does that mean he's attached??? FUCK, WHEN DID HE GET ATTACHED??
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falling for you ❧ kaoru sakurayashiki / cherry blossom
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➣ genre: fluff, slight comedy
➣ warnings: cursing
➣ a/n: i’m far too in love with this man. i can’t help myself. also if you have anything you want me to write, send it to my inbox!
- he first met you at "S," seeing you stood by langa and reki
- his silky pink hair flowed behind him in the wind, his bangs lifting to reveal his golden eyes. those golden orbs are locked on you the entire time he skates closer to you
- the lack of bickering that usually arose between cherry and joe had caught joe's attention
- joe notices cherry's gaze on a particular y/h/c. he almost snorts, almost, but, being a teasing lil bitch kidding, he decides to jab at cherry's side
- "hey, do you see that girl over there? she's cute, isn't she?"
- the bubblegum-colored hair male glares holes into his friends head
- "i'm sure she wouldn't be interested in a muscle-brained gorilla like yourself"
- "bOI, DID YOU JUST-"
- skates off into the distance, further closing the gap between the two of you
- girls and guys start cheering for and fawning over cherry, as well as joe. this catches your attention because you're surprised mostly by the fawning of the people. honestly, you wouldn't say that anyone you've seen there is worthy of so much attention, excluding your two best buds: langa and reki.
- you're actually older than reki and langa by 3 years. you met reki on coincidence.
- you had borrowed your friend's skateboard to cruise around the town. you had felt overwhelmed with all that had been going on in your life, and you wanted to find an escape. your friend, wanting to help you with that mission, offered the board, saying "it's really fun and gets your mind off of things whenever you need." obviously, you took up on the offer because it was a nice spring day: the sun out and the bright colors of nature and the city filling your misty eyes.
- you skated by the skate park and saw a particular redhead practicing ollies and other tricks. you were impressed by the skill he had portrayed, yet you were also envious of how light he seemed, how his eyes twinkled with joy. your gaze must've rested too long on the boy because he approached you soon after.
- reki, later on, introduced you to langa, bringing you to where you were today
- you came to "S," though unwillingly, to support langa in his beef against another fellow skater
- honestly, you detested that your younger friends were participating in illegal activities but never brought it up because you saw how happy they looked whenever they spoke about the beefs
- anYWAYS-
- looking into the distance, you see a masked man in a white yukata, hair flowing behind him, and a green haired, shirtless, buff man skating closer
- "who's that?" you ask your friends
- "oh! that's cherry blossom and joe. they are the founding members of "S." cherry has an ai board, and joe has incredible power," reki pips
- you nod, acknowledging the two men as they stepped off of their skateboards
- “well hello there,” the green haired man winks at you
- “hi,” you flush, eyes wandering between his gaze and his bare chest
- “what’s a pretty little lady like yourself doing with these two kids?”
- “uh-”
- reki tries to jump joe but is held back by langa because we know that reki doesn’t stand a chance against big muscle man
- joe gets all up and comfy with you, flexing his muscles and talking about who knows what
- your attention was mostly on the blue-nette friend of yours. you were still very anxious about this entire thing
- “she’s not even paying attention to you anymore, you idiot,” the masked man speaks
- embarrassed that they noticed your rude behavior, you begin to excessively apologize
- “no, please don’t apologize. i should’ve realized you were worried about your friends,” joe says modestly
- “there’s no need to worry about snow. he’s fully capable of staying safe. we’ve seen him skate many times, and he always comes out in one piece. i’m sure you’ll be impressed as well,” cherry says in his monotonous tone
- “snow?” you tilt your head to the side in confusion
- when i tell you cherry MELTED, i mean that he MELTED
- stomach? churning. heart? fluttering. cheeks? flushing. hotel? trivago
- bRO, why are you SO FUCKING ADORABLE
- “snow is langa,” joe explains when he notices cherry’s flustered silence
- “ohhhhhh-”
- “actually, i’ve just realized. we haven’t properly introduced ourselves. call me joe,” he looks expectantly at his friend
- “you may call me cherry,” the man thanked the lords that he wore a mask because if he wasn’t, you’d see the obvious rose tint on his cheeks
- “i’m y/n! i came here with reki and langa.”
- to say cherry’s heart broke in that moment would be an understatement. his heart was more so shattered and pulverized.
- did i just fall for a minor? FU-
- “but i’m older than them, of course.”
- lemme just pick up the shards of my broken heart and re-piece it back together
- you barely talked to cherry that night his fault for acting so cold, but you were intrigued by the man. i mean he skates on a talking skateboard, how can you not?
- cherry leaves “S” that night, regretting all his life decisions because instead of talking to you, he avoided you
- who knows when’s the next time he’d meet you?
- lmao, SiKe
- you walk into sakurayashiki calligraphy, awkwardly waiting to be interviewed
- his pink hair meets your eyes, the long, silky hair framing the man’s pale face. a pair of glasses rest on the bridge of his nose, enhancing his golden eyes. he is clad in a navy blue yukata
- hm, he looks familia-
- you almost gasp aloud, as you realize who he is
- not wanting to jump to conclusions, you ask, “have we met before?”
- kaoru is freaking out, though he hides it well under his professional mask
- what the heck? she’s the one looking for a job here?
- “yes, we have, but that’s not what we’re here to talk about”
- yiKeS, nice first impression on your, hopefully, new boss, y/n
- throughout the entire interview, you impressed him with the slightest of things
- you were beyond professional and exactly what he looked for in employees
- damn it. why is she so perfect?
- you walk out of the building with the brightest smile on your face, ecstatic with the news that you had been hired
- kaoru follows closely behind you, acting gentlemanly as he leads you out
- “thank you so, so much. i promise i will work my hardest to make your business even stronger and better than before”
- “no, the honor’s all mine. i can tell that you’ll become a valuable asset”
- you’re bowing your head and thanking him to a crazy amount that he starts to worry that you’re getting dizzy
- mustering up all the courage he could, he speaks up, “actually, i don’t really like talking about the skating half of my life...”
- you mutter a genuine apology for bringing it up before
- “it’s alright, but i was wondering if you wanted to go to “S” with me next time. i understand if you decline. i won’t fire you for it,” he tries to add a joke to lighten his tense mood
- you giggle at his nervous and awkward behavior, “good to know i won’t get fired if i say no, but sure! i wouldn’t mind going again. it’s a good opportunity to let me watch over reki and langa—”
- “that-that’s great,” he sighs with relief
- “—and i can get to know you better,” you mutter quietly under your breath
- he flushes, hearing what you said perfectly
- “i wouldn’t mind that either”
- you couldn’t sleep that night, thinking about the soft smile on kaoru’s face, whilst kaoru was busy sleeping, lost in his dreams of you and him together
- the both of you couldn’t wait to get to know each other more
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Sunghoon as your boyfriend
a/n: as usual with these bf headcanons, im sorry it was so messy TT also thank you so so much for over 100 followers !! <33
open to read <3
tbh it got to a point where literally everyone but you two knew that you were crushing on each other..
Sunghoon can very oblivious sometimes, and so can you
Sunghoon can very oblivious sometimes, and so can you
tbh it was literally until jake had to spell out to sunghoon how he obviously had a crush on you which is what prompted him to actively make moves on you (lmao)
And, sooner or later, you both ended up dating :D
Sunghoon is be pretty awkward early on in the relationship so it’s just so so precious ):
so every small moment of skinship between you both has butterflies instantly swarming in your stomachs and your cheeks heating up like crazy ):
And sunghoon will think about it for ages in his bed later at nighttime, replaying the moment you took his hand in yours and interlocked your fingers with his
He’d think about how soft your hands felt in his hold and how fuzzy the feeling made him feel, and sunghoon isn’t one to freak out easily but gee the butterflies you made him feel (he will never tell you about that though)
Many late night dates!
I say this for literally every enhypen member but to me this concept just fits so well with all of them
Sunghoon likes going on late night walks with you in private (and safe!) parks where he knows that you two will be completely alone
He loves walking around with you for hours, chatting away about random weird topics and sharing shy eye contact with each other
Or he will also like to lay down on the grass with you, backs on the plush ground and stargazing together 💔
He’ll admire your side profile and smile at your awed expression as you stare up at the stars, thinking about how pretty you look under the moonlight
But then when you turn to face him he’ll look away and pretend he was never looking in the first place🙄
To me sunghoon seems the type to silently appreciate you and the small moments he shares with you.
You could be sitting across from him eating messily while ranting about your day and he’ll simply nod, barely listening and instead watching the way your moth moves and how prettily your lips create shapes as you talk
Or you could be simply doing nothing at all, instead laying on the sofa on your phone and he’ll look up from his own now and then, quietly reflecting and feeling thankful for how you’re in his life
):
In public he is very much the silent observer! but not in a creepy way, it’s all loving of course, especially since hoon has said before that he’s not the best with expressing his words and feelings
So he instead shows his love and appreciation to you through small acts of service and gifts!
It’s small things that he does for you, such as tying your shoelaces for you, pulling you onto his other side when you’re asking along a busy road so he is the one one the road side instead or buying what he knows is your favourite snack to surprise you with!
I think that he will also ask jay for tips on what to cook for you hehe. He likes to surprise you and pls I just see him standing wearing an apron as he tries to follow the recipe jay gave him so he can make you your favourite food for you to eat the next day )):
Many cafe dates!!
Have you seen that picture of him sipping from a drink as he sits at a cafe table?? yeAH WELL
takes you out to his favourite cafes all the time 😁😁
going on the lookout for best cafés on your dates is YOUR THING i see it
Sunghoon honestly treasures you so much and although he doesn’t express it in words often, he really thinks about you a lot ): so many little things remind him of you its ridiculous.
he’ll see something and go like “oh!” which confuses the other members but its just because he saw something that made him think of you lol
He is comfortable enough with you to be vulnerable in front of you!
At first when you both started dating he was reallyyyy shy since he is an introvert.. but ofc soon the ice boy melted and he eventually became so much more comfy around you :D
so yes park sunghoon does share a lot of his weird thoughts and personality with you lmao
but its just bc he trusts you and knows that you wont judge him ):<
Takes you on ice skating dates where he teaches you how to skate
Will come up with a simple routine with you
I’m gonna cry I’m gonna pass out I can’t take this I’m tearing up TAKE MY PHONE AWAY FROM NE AT THIS
he will come up with ): simple ice skating routines with you ): where he spins you around and holds both your hands steadily as he skates backward and guides you forward, making breathless eye contact while he rests his forehead against yours, smiling softly
🧍🏻♀️🧍🏻♀️🧍🏻♀️🧍🏻♀️🧍🏻♀️
although when you do end up falling he laughs 🙄 he is so rude i stg
but he then helps you back up of course, holding your gloved hands in his softly since they took the most impact of ur fall
he’ll massage them gently in his, concerned and telling you to be more careful next time and showing you how to regain your balance when you feel yourself slipping.
“aha like you will even need to use that technique anyways y/n because your ice prince will save you from falling.”
sighs. anyways
Whenever he catches you staring at him (which is 99% of the time when you’re with him because well, duh), he will the hELL out of you lmao
He teases you pretty often anyways
“If you’re just going to continue staring at me this whole time then just take a photo instead y/n, it lasts longer you know 😐.”
“I know I’m handsome y/n. Instead of making it so obvious with your googly eyes then don’t be afraid to say it too. I don’t bite 🙂👎.”
Is so proud of himself whenever he gets you flustered at his comments because as much as it embarrasses you, what he says is true </3 and you don’t deny it
But then when YOU tell him how attractive he is in a teasing way it’s HIM that starts blushing LMFAO
“The view is so pretty.” You said, sighing out as you stood next to sunghoon on the top floor balcony.
“Yeah, Seoul is so beautiful.” Your boyfriend commented, nodding as he looked down at the blinking lights from down below.
Frowning, you tilted your head as you stared at him. “Oh, I wasn’t talking about that.”
Looking up, sunghoon looked at you in confusion. “What do you mean then?”
“I meant the view is so pretty. You’re the view.”
Gets so flustered PLSJDKSJS he looked away from you and ignored you for the next 5 minutes while he tried to compose himself and pretend like he was not affected by what you said
You simply laughed at how red his ears had become and how he ignored your teasing remarks indifferently when he was actually dying inside at what you said
Or other times when you compliment him he will be really smug about it too lmao
He values your opinion, even if it’s something about the new jacket he wore and how it looks nice on him
You bet he will wear that jacket 372837 more files after that and uploaded it on Twitter for engenes too (;
All because you complimented him once
It gets to the point where jay and jungwon tease him about why he is constantly wearing the same thing every day and whether it’s something to do with you LMAO
boy gets so shy 😭😭😭
Sunghoon likes it when you run your hands though his hair ): especially at the back of his head where you tug at his strange gently, especially since his hair is pretty long rn
It’s so soothing to him to feel your nails gently rake through his mullet and massage his scalp, it instantly makes his eyes shut and sleepiness take over.
I feel like sunghoon isn’t that big on cuddles? But when you both sleep together he always pulls you in closer to him subconsciously ):
Head pats from sunghoon ✔️
Kisses with sunghoon!
When you both first started dating you had to initiate everything and he would get so flustered after
But after you had been dating sunghoon for a while and you kiss, he’ll do this thing where he looks at you with lidded eyes and stares at your lips and he kNOWS how good he looks when he does that
Such a tease..
Will cup the back of your neck and bring you in
his hands gently roam around your waist or place themselves onto your back to hold you close to him
Kisses with sunghoon are usually pretty slow and can last a while, so you’re always left feeling breathless when you finally pull apart
Nibbles your lips to tease you hehe
He doesn’t really give you short kisses apart from when he’s feeling bursts of happiness and really excited about something! Or when he wants to thank you
Also Hoon likes to also keep your scrunchie on his wrist if you wear any
Idk, he just likes it [:
Hoon also likes to take many pretty photos with you too, it’s so aesthetic TT
Kisses your forehead whenever he says bye to you on his way to complete his schedule for the day 🥺
Shows Jake and jay pictures of you all the time lol
The 02z definitely don’t miss the blush on his cheeks whenever he tells them about how cute you are 🙄
Sunghoon cutest bf ): he doesn’t reall like to show affection for you in front of other people but when y’all are alone?
Phew, the boy might be an ice prince but whenever he is around you.. let’s say that perhaps you seem to melt him a lil bit (:
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