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much ado about nothing chapter 1 - eren x reader - 18+!!!

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

i am so excited for you guys to finally meet the eren that has been haunting my dreams for the last few weeks lol.

specific cws for this chapter: drug use/mentions, alcohol use, a wee pinch of smut (fantasizing specifically), swearing, floch being the actual worst

“Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?” - As You Like It by William Shakespeare (Act III, Scene 5)

You take advantage of the short ride to your fourth-floor apartment to release your heavy tote bag from your shoulder, wincing as it crashes against the elevator floor. The little boom makes your head pound, and you rub your eyes hard enough to see stars, trying to suppress a frustrated groan. It’s week six of the semester, midterm week, and as an undergraduate professor, you’re feeling the pressure as much as your students.

You’re feeling the pressure twofold; you may have thirty-five midterm essays to grade, but you also have four to write for your Master’s program, absolutely none of which you’ve started. You’ve called Eldia University home for the last six years, and while the library is essentially a second apartment to you at this point, the four thirteen-hour days you’ve pulled there just this week are starting to take a toll on your sanity.

The front door of your apartment looks like an oasis in a desert, and your knees nearly buckle when you crack the door and the scent of home hits your nose.

“That you?” Historia’s voice reaches your ears, floating from living room.

“Yeah,” you call back, placing your keys on the little decorative key holder Historia bought junior year, slumping with relief when you abandon your tote by the door. You’re burnt out, but Historia has lived with you for almost four years now; being around her is as good as being alone. You scrounge around in the fridge for a well-earned beer, popping it open and rounding the corner to join her in the living room. To your surprise, she isn’t alone.

“Stor?” Your initial reaction is confusion, quickly elevating to alarm when the man sitting across from Historia turns his body to you, giving you a glimpse of several baggies full of pills. Your cute, hand-painted coffee table is currently covered in drugs.

Historia smiles sheepishly. “My professors fucking hate me. Just a little study aid.”

You nod slowly, the panic dissipating in your chest– so she hasn’t fully gone off the deep end. You’ve both used Adderall to get this far along in your academic careers, not liberally, but desperate times and all that.

Now that the source of the pills is sorted, you draw your attention to the unfamiliar man looking laughably huge in comparison to the little Urban Outfitters bean bag he’s perched on. He’s lifted his face to look at you now, eyes none-too-subtly flicking down to where your tits are being pushed together by your crossed arms. Scummy, you think, but oddly enough, you don’t mind. He’s hot, like where-do-they-even-make-guys-like-you hot, deep brown hair pulled into a messy bun and brooding, bloodshot eyes scanning you up and down. The side of his pouty mouth quirks up.

“Hi,” you state awkwardly, offering your name. You’ve partied, sure, but you’ve never been into the druggie scene, never gotten the hang of interacting with these guys that possess the nonchalant confidence that only drug dealers can tout.

“Eren.” The name fits him well, simple but unique. His voice is deeper than you expected, a low rumble. He shuffles through the pill baggies he’s brought with him. “Want anything? I have 40 and 60 milligram Adderalls and Vyvanse, some extended release…”

“I’m clocked out for the day,” you tip your beer bottle at him meaningfully. Eren’s smile grows at your little quip.

“Thought I’d ask while I’m here.”

“Thanks,” you say, unsure of what to do with yourself now. You settle for plopping down beside Historia on the couch, sipping your beer quietly as you watch the little transaction take place on your coffee table. You’re not involved, not after the obligatory introductions, but he’s piqued your interest. You listen as he walks Historia through what she’s purchased, how many, and how much it will cost.

When Historia leaves to grab her wallet, he turns his gaze towards you. “Grad school?”

You’re surprised; he’s so casual, borderline bored, with the way he carries himself that you hadn’t expected idle conversation from him. “Yeah, I teach a couple undergraduate classes, too.”

“That’s a lot,” Eren looks impressed, “you must be pretty smart, then.”

“Pretty broke, you mean. I get a huge discount on my tuition if I teach while I take classes,” you explain. Eren nods along, a curious glint in his green eyes. It strikes you that he’s not just hot, he’s actually pretty, in a grungy, bad-boy sort of way. Historia returns with a beer for herself and her money, snapping you out of your private realization and whatever strange tension has begun to build across the coffee table.

You find yourself admiring his large hands, taking note of the little sparrow tattoo nestled on the back of his hand behind his thumb, watching intently as he counts Historia’s cash. Your stomach twists in a way it hasn’t in a very long time as he bids you goodbye. Oh boy.

“I take this as a sign that we’re going out tonight?” Historia gestures to both of your beers. You’re a little shaken from the last five minutes, blinking slowly as your Shakespeare-saturated brain works through what she’s said.

“I mean, I wasn’t going to go out out, but I could definitely blow off some steam.”

“Thank god you said that,” Historia sighs dramatically, flopping back into her seat beside you and taking a long swig out of her bottle, “Ymir’s going home this weekend, and I’d look like such a sad sack if I went and sat at Scout’s by myself.”

You chuckle, thinking fondly of the grimey dive bar you’ve both developed an affinity for. “That would be pretty pathetic, but I’m happy to be of service. Scout’s it is.”

“Should we text Sasha?” Historia starts rattling on about what she wants to wear– something cute, but not too cute, but not trying not to look cute– and your tired mind drifts back to…Eren, oddly enough. You want to think into why he asked if you were in school, why he looked at you like you were a puzzle he couldn’t put together, but you were as realistic as you were imaginative. Sure, Eren didn’t exactly seem the type to make small talk, but you’d known him for all of five seconds. And maybe that wasn’t a look, maybe it was just…his face? You’re out of ideas, mulling it over when Historia snaps her fingers in front of your face.

“You’re not even listening to me, are you?”

You sigh, busted. “Nope. Not one word.”

“Are you seriously that braindead from the library? And here I was thinking you got home early today,” Historia shakes her head pityingly.

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, and before you can stop yourself: “How do you know that Eren guy?”

“I was going to ask how you didn’t know Eren,” Historia says, eyes widening incredulously, “who was your dealer in college?”

You grimace. “Floch.”

“Figures,” Historia rolls her eyes with a visible shudder, “I still don’t know why you ever–”

“Stor, focus,” you reroute her before that unfortunate conversation can be rehashed, “Eren?”

“I think he sold Ymir and me some molly at a party sophomore year– no, wait, maybe junior?” Historia shrugs. “I don’t really know, actually. He’s just one of those guys everyone knows one way or the other.”

“Not me I guess,” you take a sip, trying your best to look nonchalant. Historia knows you too well, however, a wicked grin playing at her mouth.

“You think he’s cute, don’t you?”

“What? No, he’s like, a sketchy drug dealer. No way.” Your face grows warm, betraying you.

“Eren’s not sketchy,” Historia says decisively. She catches the disbelieving expression on your face. “He’s really not. He lives like, three blocks from us, and he hangs out with Armin and them.”

“Armin?” You picture the soft-spoken blonde man you’ve befriended from your graduate courses who always wears sweater vests and prefers tea to coffee. Armin’s damn near a genius, far too bright for your small program. “Like, Armin Armin?”

“They’re like, best friends,” Historia affirms, “see? Not sketch. Plus, he’s super fucking hot.”

“You’re literally a lesbian,” you deadpan, “how would you know?”

“I may fuck women, but I have eyes,” Historia smirks, “plus, he was totally checking you out. When was the last time you even got laid?”

Embarrassingly, you have to think on that one. It’s been at least since before the semester started, and you were so busy with those summer courses, not to mention that bartending job you’d taken for extra cash… “I…I honestly don’t know.”

“See?” Historia wiggles her feet under her bottom excitedly, sitting up on her knees. “I have his number–”

“I am literally twenty-four years old. Don’t you think we’re a little too mature to run around fucking our drug dealers?”

“On account of my lovely, beautiful girlfriend and aforementioned lesbianism, I am. You, on the other hand, are not,” Historia grins, pulls out her phone, “you sure you don’t even want his Snapchat?”

“My Snapchat career died when I drank my last Four Loko like, three years ago,” you scoff, shoving her phone away from you. “Don’t you have a not-cute outfit to put on, anyway?”

Historia narrows her eyes at you. “It’s not not cute, it’s trying not to be cute while simultaneously being cute!”

“What?”

“I actually confused myself a little with that one,” she admits, scratching her head, “but you’re right. The sooner we can get to the bar, the better.”

You both scramble through the pile of clean clothing on your floors, each of you too busy and overworked to bother putting it away, and before you know it, you’re in your happy place: chatting with Sasha and Historia, tucked snug against the sticky bar at Scout’s. You’ve all been coming here since the fake ID days; you still remember Historia’s twenty-first, when she had smacked her real driver’s license into the chest of the grumpy old barkeep, Levi, with a triumphant “Ha!”. He’d given you all a round of free shots, and then promptly thrown you out and banned you for a week as time-out. You’d all taken to calling him “Captain” because of the way he ran his bar tight like a navy ship.

“Oh, Captain Levi!” Sasha sing-songs down the bar at him, waving her empty beer bottle and blowing him a kiss. Levi’s unimpressed, dropping another Bud Light onto a coaster in front of her and walking away without a word. “He hates me.”

“He hates you,” you agree, nodding into– what is this, your third beer? Fourth? You’ve already resigned yourself to a lazy Saturday morning, deciding (after some prodding from Historia and Sasha) that your overworked brain deserves more than a two-hour break.

“I don’t get why,” Sasha pouts, digging her hand into the complimentary peanuts the Captain had flung at you upon arrival, “I always tip well.”

“You have to tip well because you annoy the shit out of him every time we come,” Historia corrects her, glancing towards the door.

You frown at her. “Who are you looking for? That’s like, the fourth time you’ve checked the door since we got here.”

Historia makes a show of faux-innocence, checking her phone and looking back at the door again. “No one.”

“Ymir’s out of town, and we’re both here, so that rules out the only suspects I can think of,” Sasha shrugs. You watch Historia closely, the way she checks her phone every few moments, the way her eyes haven’t landed anywhere but you or the door for the last ten minutes, remembering the way she had insisted you tug your shirt down to bare a little more cleavage a few minutes ago…your heart drops.

“You. Fucking. Didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?” Historia’s got a smile tucked under her teeth now, another glance toward the door.

“You didn’t!”

“Didn’t what?” Sasha whips back and forth between you two, panicked. “Didn’t what?”

“You did not invite him.”

“I didn’t invite him–”

“Who?” Sasha demands. You seethe, refusing to take your withering glare off of Historia.

“Her fucking dealer.”

“You have a dealer now, Stor?” Sasha’s eyes fly wide with worry.

“He’s not my dealer,” Historia rolls her eyes, “it’s Eren.”

“Eren Jaeger?” Sasha calms instantly, even looking bored. “Why does that matter? Is he bringing Armin?”

“He came over earlier, and he was totally checking her out–”

You interrupt Historia’s explanation, exasperated. “How does everyone know Eren?”

“I told you, he’s just one of those guys–”

“Everyone knows, I know,” you grumble, taking a long sip, “but even Sasha knows him, and I don’t? I mean, come on.”

“I only know him through Connie,” Sasha pets your arm, chastising, “and my old roommate was hooking up with him for awhile. He’s seriously packing.”

“I heard that!” Historia practically squeals, shaking Sasha’s arm. “Is it true?”

“Who cares?” You shoot daggers at both of them, well aware that you’re making a show out of your annoyance. A small part of your brain does care what’s lurking behind Eren’s zipper, but it’s not like you’re going to act on it. “Why did you invite him, Historia? We don’t even know the guy.”

“I told you,” Historia shows you her phone, proof on the screen, “I didn’t invite him. I just happened to mention we’d be here, and it turns out he’s coming anyway. See?”

> thanks for coming by such short notice earlier! is anyone having a kickback tonight? we’re stopping in at scouts but not sure ab later.

> Not that i know of but me and min will be there later i have a few guys picking up around 10 see u then.

The English major part of your brain instantly hates the way he texts; what kind of psycho doesn’t include a single punctuation mark in between three independent clauses excepting a period at the end?

“He texts like he’s illiterate,” you wrinkle your nose. Historia and Sasha groan.

“He’s a dude, he probably is illiterate, but who cares? I’m talking like eight inches–” Sasha’s cut off by Captain Levi reaching across the bar to slam her beer back onto its coaster from where she had moved it onto the hardwood, fixing her with a disgusted glare. “Oops.”

“Poor Captain,” you muse, watching as he dutifully polishes a set of clean tumbler glasses. “No wonder he hates you.”

“He hates everyone, if it makes you feel any better.” A familiar voice floats over your shoulder, and you smile, swiveling on your barstool to lock eyes with Armin. You hug him like you hadn’t just seen him this morning, the few drinks you’ve had pushing you to be a little over affectionate.

“How are you?”

“Thirsty,” Armin responds, smiling bashfully. Your excitement fizzles into nerves when you notice who’s behind him. Eren got his hands tucked into the pockets of a well-loved, olive-green hoodie (that makes his eyes pop, an unhelpful part of your brain notices), one corner of his mouth quirked up.

“Funny seeing you here,” Eren exchanges a conspiratorial glance with Historia, one that makes your entire face warm.

“Very funny,” you say dryly, shooting a nasty look in Historia’s direction, “work or pleasure?”

“Mostly the former,” Eren says, reaching over the bar to grab two beers from the ice well, “but might as well.”

Your jaw drops; you look back to the Captain, waiting for him to throw Eren out of his bar, but the Captain simply nods coolly at Eren, returning to his polishing.

“How did you just survive that?” You can’t help but gape at him. Eren hands one of the beers to Armin, shrugging.

“I keep half of his late-night staff awake and on-task. Call it a perk of the job.” You want to hate the ease with which he says it, but the lack of arrogance in his voice stops you. He’s not like other dealers you’ve met, always covered in tacky face tattoos and posting Instagram stories of, like, three hundred dollars, showing it off like it’s enough to buy more than a decent used TV with. In fact, you couldn’t picture Eren showing anything off; he’s self-assured, but not smug. Cool, but not out of touch.

“We’ve been coming here for years, and the Captain still hates us.” You’re loath to admit it, but you’re a little– but just a little– impressed. Eren raises an eyebrow at Sasha behind you, telling some story to Armin that evidently requires so much enthusiasm that she’s waving her hands wildly, nearly knocking her beer over. Armin catches the bottle as it happens, looking over his shoulder anxiously at Levi.

“I wonder why.”

“Sasha’s just…” you want to defend your friend, but she’s busy tipping her beer over for the second time, “easily excited.”

“And you’re not?” Eren asks quizzically, amusement clear on his face. In comparison to his unreadable resting expression, any form of emotion looks good crossing his features. A nervous fluttering erupts in your stomach, one you desperately try to quell.

“Hey! I’m fun, just…not as fun as Sasha.”

“I don’t think many people are,” Eren agrees, wincing as Sasha’s beer finally escapes Armin’s quick fingers, crashing over the bar. Levi rushes over to scold her, something that makes both of you laugh.

When you turn back to Eren, his eyes are looking over the top of your head in the direction of the door. A sandy-haired frat dude has entered, looking around and tapping his foot with an obviousness that rivals having walked in with a huge neon sign that read Looking for my plug. Annoyance flickers on Eren’s face for a moment, and he sighs.

“Gimme a sec,” he sets his beer beside yours, “I’ll be right back.”

You haven’t indulged in the conversation long enough to require the promise of a return, but as you watch him walk towards the door, steer the frat dude into a corner you know the cameras don’t catch, you catch a hint of excitement in yourself for him to come back. You pick anxiously at the label on your beer bottle, putting conscious effort into looking anywhere but the back of Eren’s head until an unpleasant, familiar scent envelops you. Your stomach roils.

“Hey you,” Floch slides into Eren’s formerly-occupied spot, smiling saccharinely sweet, “where have you been hiding?”

You can practically feel Historia and Sasha bristling behind you; Floch isn’t an ex, exactly, more like a prolonged series of lapses in judgment. You sigh, trying to look just interested in him enough not to be rude.

“You know me, I stay busy.”

“So busy you can make time for Scout’s without inviting me?”

You feel the grimace flicker momentarily across your face. “You’re here anyway, aren’t you?”

“Would have come earlier if I knew you were going to be here,” he gets closer, his tacky cologne clouding the air around you. You nearly groan; what had ever possessed you to hook up with this guy? Multiple times? The thorn he is in your side now is what you deserve for your stupidity.

“Can we just cut to the chase?” You surprise even yourself with how curt you sound. “I’m too busy for anything like…that at the moment.”

Floch pouts, contrived innocence on his freckled face. “Anything like what?”

You open your mouth to answer, but Eren’s pushing his way back into the spot he’d been standing, interrupting whatever weak-willed excuse you were preparing to offer Floch. Floch’s clearly flustered, moving aside to make room for Eren, eyes flickering between the both of you.

“Hey Jaeger, good to see you again, man,” Floch slaps a stiff hand on Eren’s shoulder. The look on Eren’s face can only be described as a mixture of bewilderment and thinly-veiled distaste; you have to hide your snicker behind your hand.

“Yeah, you too…?”

“Floch Forster,” Floch’s eyes dart off to the side, a light flush rising to his cheeks. “I think we actually met a while ago, at Onyo’s birthday thing? I’m a friend of hers.”

Eren’s eyes meet yours; you try to make the most subtle expression you can to alert Eren to the fact that you and Floch are most definitely not friends. Eren inclines his head ever so slightly to confirm that he’s picked up on your signal, turning to Floch and using the few inches he has on him to bully the other man further out of your space.

“Okay well, Floch, we were sort of in the middle of something, so if you don’t mind…”

You blink, startled at Eren’s bluntness, the sort of outright tone that’s only used by someone who can back up their shit. Floch’s taken aback, backing up by a foot or so, but he furrows his brow. He’s never been one to go down easy.

“In the middle of what, exactly? We can’t all be friends?”

Eren chuckles lightly, but the threat is there. “No.”

Floch’s features twist with anger. “What’s your problem, dude?”

“No problem,” Eren says coolly, “just in the middle of something.”

Floch looks to you to confirm, and you nod your head silently, angling your barstool towards Eren to make your point. “I’ll see you around, Floch.”

“Yeah,” Floch’s frown grows deeper, but he mercifully makes his way back to his table, “see ya.”

A beat of pregnant, awkward silence passes between you and Eren as Floch retreats, the unasked question weighing the air down between you.

“So, he’s not–”

“Please tell me that isn’t–”

You both speak at the same time, cutting yourselves off with a laugh. Eren brings his beer to his lips, grinning. “You first.”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but he’s not an ex.”

Eren raises a suspicious eyebrow. “Could have fooled me.”

“He’s just…a bad decision or two, that’s all.” That’s as gently as you can put it without bringing up the days when you were as fun as Sasha, maybe even more so, pounding as much tequila as you could get your hands on and going home with more than a few unsavory characters. You’ve left most of that life behind now, but Floch loves to rear his head at the worst moments and rarely backs down without a fight. “Thanks for getting him out of here, by the way.”

“You didn’t seem overly interested,” Eren finishes his beer, leans forward onto the bar and makes a little hand signal to Levi. You smirk.

“Only get the first round free?”

“Two more,” Eren ignores your teasing to speak to Levi, pointing between himself and your near-empty bottle. He pulls out a twenty, slides it to Levi, holds up his hand when Levi offers him change.

“Big spender too, huh?”

Eren rolls his eyes, something playful toying at the corner of his mouth. “Just because me and ‘Min drink for free, doesn’t mean you do. If I’m getting you a beer, I’m going to pay for it.”

“And tip triple what it’s worth?”

“Honestly,” Eren leans close to you and lowers his voice, something woody and intoxicating wafting off of him, “I think I pissed off your ex, and if he’s anything like the guy I think he is, he’s going to get trashed and try to fight the pinball machine in the corner. It’s the least I can do.”

His proximity goes to your head, makes your brain cloudy. He’s close enough that you can see his pulse thudding in his throat. You swallow hard, scramble for a response. “Aren’t you quite the philanthropist? And he’s not my ex.”

“Go tell him that,” Eren scoffs, “get the pinball fight on early.”

“Do you talk to every girl like this?”

“Like what?”

“Patronizing,” you say accusingly, letting a sip of cold beer wash over your tongue, hoping it will shock you out of your little trance. To your surprise, a divot appears between Eren’s thick brows and his bottom lip sticks out a bit in a pout.

“‘M not trying to be patronizing,” he leans on the bar, god, now he’s even closer, “sorry if it came off that way.”

“I was teasing,” you smile half-heartedly, leaning back in your barstool to get a few precious inches between you two.

“I just…really don’t like that kid. Gives me a bad vibe.”

“You’ve hit the nail on the head there,” you agree, chancing a glance back over your shoulder to the redheaded man at the hightop. Floch doesn’t notice you peeking, too caught up in making a group of underclassmen who are definitely underage giggle demurely at whatever he was saying. That was always something you hated about him; he was so showy, always having to establish himself as the center of attention in every room. He was just so unlike…Eren. You want to smack a palm to your forehead, knock the thought right out of your brain.

Something catches Eren’s attention, and you turn to look. Yet another antsy frat boy is hovering by the door, sweating bullets. Eren glances down at you apologetically, but you only smile back at him, understanding.

“Go ahead.”

“Two seconds,” Eren promises, pressing his beer into your hand as a guarantor of his return.

The next hour or so passes in mostly the same fashion; Eren alternates between standing beside you and making inconspicuous handshakes with a few more customers that come ambling into the bar. Some are anxiety-ridden like the first two, some appear to be friends, clapping Eren on the back and pulling a bright, genuine smile out of him that makes your stomach do backflips. You shoot the shit in the meantime, bickering over trivial topics like the best late-night pizza shops around and which streaming service is actually worth the money.

You don’t learn anything too substantial about Eren, but you do learn a few things. He seems to enjoy listening to you talk about literature, a welcome change from Historia and Sasha, psychology graduate students who tend to zone out whenever you let a term like “character development” slip. His eyes light up when you go into a detailed rant about how Hamlet isn’t overrated and anyone who thinks it is just doesn’t know how to properly analyze it, and he cackles when you inform him that Dante’s Inferno is essentially Bible-based fanfiction that has irreparably altered the Christian religion for the worse.

You learn that family is a sore spot, an innocent, obligatory question from you about life back home casting a shadow over Eren’s face. You immediately backtrack, of course, but pocket his reaction so you can avoid the topic later. You learn that he’s a cat person; he has a little black kitten at home named Gumi from his favorite anime. You learn that he’s deathly allergic to pistachios, but not any other nuts for some reason that his childhood doctors could never pinpoint. Most recently, you’ve learned that he hates tequila, basing this observation on his fake-retching reaction when Sasha orders a round of shots.

He raises his eyebrows, impressed, when you throw yours back without flinching. “So you’re a tequila girl, huh?”

“I’m blowing off steam,” you brush him off. You can hear your voice developing a slight slur to it, though, and behind you, Sasha and Historia are starting to sing some old, classic rock song you used to pregame with. You know your fun night out has started to reach its expiration date.

“Not driving, right?”

“God no,” you shake your head vigorously, “I live around the corner, remember?”

“That’s right,” Eren’s mouth quirks up in a way that makes you think he’s not thinking about the past, but of a potential future he could file that address away for. Warmth pools in your stomach, bubbling low and molten in your core; yeah, you need to get out of here.

“Speaking of…” you pull your purse around to set it in your lap, rifling through it for your credit card, “we should probably head that way soon. When I start taking shots and Sasha starts singing, it’s bedtime.”

Eren blushes; you have to hold back a giddy laugh at how cute it looks on him. “You don’t need that.”

“Don’t need what?’

“Your card.”

You roll your eyes at him. “I get that you have friends in high places here, but my name is permanently engraved on the Captain’s shit list, so I actually have to pay my tab.”

“I, uh, sorta took care of it while you were in the bathroom. Figured you’d be heading out soon.” Eren rubs a hand over the back of his neck. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he almost looks bashful.

You blink, processing his words. “Eren…you didn’t have to do that.”

“Wanted to,” he shrugs, turning to face the community of sticky bottles on Levi’s side of the bar, the pink on his cheeks deepening.

“I’m going home alone,” you clarify, just in case you’ve given him the wrong impression. Well, it might not necessarily be the wrong impression; you’ve been trying to keep the simmering under your skin contained all night, but you’re still not going to take him home…at least not the first day you’ve met him, you tell yourself.

“Yeah, I know,” he chuckles, “I didn’t pay because I thought it’d convince you to go home with me. Sometimes people are just nice.”

You’re a little stunned. Somehow you think you’d be less surprised if he had said he paid it with the expectation of you fucking him. “...right. Well, thank you, anyway. You really didn’t have to.”

“No problem,” Eren’s air of casual coolness has returned, he slings an arm around your shoulder when you slide off of your barstool to land on the floor beside him, squeezing your body tight to his in a little half-hug. “It was cool talking to you. Sure you don’t need an escort?”

He eyes Sasha and Historia behind you, giving their goodbyes to Armin via a peppering of kisses all over his now-red face. You shake your head up at him, feeling rather incapacitated with the weight of his muscly arm bearing down on your shoulders. “I think we’ll survive.”

“I’ll see you soon, then.” The promise glitters in his eyes as it leaves his lips, leaves your head in a whirl.

To your disappointment, he hugs Historia and Sasha goodbye, too, and you make your drunken way home, arms linked as you charge through the October chill. Your friends beg for details of your night, Historia gloating intermittently, but you aren’t even sure what to tell them. Nothing of importance had really happened, and yet, it felt like it had.

As you drift into what will hopefully be a long night of much-needed sleep, you try to make a mental list of all the things you need to do to set up your class’ next unit. You’re moving onto Shakespeare, but your hazy mind keeps inexplicably wandering back to green eyes, plush lips, long fingers wrapping around a sweaty bottle. You hadn’t actually been lying to Floch when you told him you were far too busy for anything remotely resembling male companionship for the time being, but something about Eren…he was stuck to your dwindling consciousness, the most irrelevant details of your conversation together playing on a loop in your head. Much ado about nothing, indeed.

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Soft!dark!Ethan Landry x pastors!daughter!reader P2

18+ NSFW P1

Your father was a man of God. He taught you the bible and what was right and what was wrong. What happened between you and Ethan, went against everything he had ever taught you.

After it happened you were overwhelmed with guilt, you even took off your purity ring because you couldn't be a liar on top of a whore.

Ethan was a gentleman, which surprised you. The words of your father echoed in your head "Never give it up to a boy before marriage, because once they have what they want they'll leave you looking like a foolish whore." He wasn't like that, he went above and beyond for you, little gifts every day flowers, chocolates or coffee. Ethan reassured you, that what you did together was normal and there was nothing to be ashamed of. He even stayed when you found out you were pregnant. (Of course you didn't know this is what he had wanted.)

You were panicking, how were you going to tell your father? You couldn't get rid of the baby, and lord Ethan stood by you the whole time. He said he would support any choice you made but told you he wanted to keep it, and raise the baby together.

Both of you had made up your mind, you were keeping the baby, which means you had to tell your father. So you decided to soften the blow by calling your mother and arranging a dinner, you said it was so they could meet your boyfriend. The happy giggles from your mother lessened your anxiety, she would be more understanding than your dad, and she would calm him down, get him to forgive you when the time came.

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The dinner was surprisingly pleasant. Ethan and your mother were getting along good, your father was in a better mood than you thought he would be. As the dinner was wrapping up Ethan volunteered to help your mom with the dishes giving you room to talk to your father.

"So daddy, what do you think of him?" Your voice came out stronger than you expected. "He seems like a good kid, I'm just not sure about him yet." The whole dinner you had been very careful about not drawing attention to your hands, so no one would notice your absent ring.

"Dad, I have to tell you something very important. Please promise me you won't be mad?" He looked at you curiously. "Honey I could never stay mad at you, you can tell me anything." Liar, you knew he was lying but you couldn't avoid telling him the truth any longer. "I'm pregnant, and it's Ethan's." You said so quietly you didn't think he heard you, however the way his whole body became tense told you he did.

He put a hand over his eyes, sprt of squeezing his temples. He did some sort of chuckle, your anxiety heightened. You could feel this was about to get ugly. "So that son of a bitch inside made a liar and whore outta my daughter?" He asked so calmly and your tears began to fall. "I'm sorry dad, but he loves me and said he'd stick by me no matter what, he's a good guy."

"So if any guy told you that you'd just spread your legs for them, you're dumber than I thought." The tears turned into sobs at that point. He stood up and made his way into the kitchen. You could hear your father yelling obscenities at Ethan, and Ethan trying to calm him down. Your mother also began to raise her voice telling your dad to back down. All you could do was cry though. What had you expected? This was the consequences of your actions. As the yelling got worse you couldn't take it anymore and went to go sit on the porch.

The warm air felt freeing. The setting sun comforting you, the chirping birds song distracting you from your thoughts and the shouts from inside.

It was a while before your mother beckoned you back inside where she took a seat at the dining table next to you father and across from Ethan. Who you say next to, the second you were sat he took your hand and ran his calming thumb over the back of your hand.

"Sweetheart, your father and I were talking about it and he compromised on a solution. We'll support you both through this if you get married." Your father wouldn't look you in the eye and you knew he would probably disown you if you said no. The problem was you didn't know if that's what Ethan wanted. The both of you were so young and you didn't kno-

Ethan's voice cut you out of your thoughts. "I want to, I'll do it if you want to baby." His attention now turned to you.

Those pesky tears came back and you fell into his arms. He held you so tight but not on a suffocating way, in a way that the ache in your heart lessened.

"We want to get married." Your voice finally spoke, it was shaky and scratchy from crying but it was there.

"Oh honey" your mom came over and hugged you tight. "It'll have to be a quick wedding, but this is so amazing, welcome to the family Ethan."

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The wedding was indeed fast, before you started showing. It was simple but beautiful, your side of the family was surprised but supporting.

Your father had been practically silent since that dinner. At least towards you, but when he walked you down the aisle he gave you a quick hug before letting you go and you knew he had forgiven you.

The ceremony was short and sweet, Ethan's vows were breathtaking, they made you cry. You felt your vows were enough but nothing compared to his. You had your first kiss as wife and husband. Ethan was an aweful dancer, he almost made you fall multiple times. His warm hands over yours as you cut the cake together and fed it to eachother.

You were over the moon and after the wedding was over Ethan took you back to your shared apartment. As you both took off layers of your complex yet beautiful outfits he began to speak.

"Bunny you were so pretty today, had to hold myself back from bending you over and splitting you open on my cock in front of everyone." He came up behind you massaging your shoulders then he leaned real close to your ear "Do you want me to split you open? Make you cry and come until you're all dumb in the head?" His tone was so condescending but the way his breath tickled your cheek. You felt warmth spreading through you, the kind only he knows how to pull from you. "Please Ethan, please please plea-" He laughed, hands that were once massaging your shoulders now pulling down the straps of your gown. Letting it fall to the floor. "Begging already and I haven't even done anything, it's ok I know how desperate you get. Go wait on the bed for me wifey."

You say on the bed patiently waiting for your husband to come take care of you, like he always did. The hormones from the baby made you need him so much it almost hurt.

He finally came in. Only wearing his dress pants. He looked so good, his exposed upper half. His chocolate curls and that mischievous look in those puppy eyes.

"Look at you baby. God you're so pretty."

He walked towards you until he stood between your open legs. Ethan leaned down and you met his lips in a hungry kiss. His tongue lead yours and you moaned into his mouth.

He broke the kiss and gave you the most sinful smile. He fell to his knees, his head leaned against your pillow like thighs. He kissed up and down your legs. Sucking a mark right next to your core.

"Bunny you're so wet." He said as he pulled your panties to the side, your slit dripping for him. He licked a stripe up your folds and you let out a broken moan.

He started to suck on your clit as his fingers teased your opening. It felt so good, there was no way this could be a sin. The man has to be an angel.

His long thick fingers pushed into you and curled up, hitting that special spot. Your thighs tightened around his head as you moaned and moaned.

He ate you like a starved man, getting you closer to that edge. "Oh Ethan, I'm gonna-" You couldn't even say it. The wave of euphoria engulfed you. You clenched around him and he helped you ride it out, but he didn't stop after you came no he kept going at the same pace. He lapped at your clit and fucked you with his fingers. "It's too much, Ethan please." You tried to pull away but his hand on your hip kept you anchored. "I'm not done with you. You can take it." He said quickly then went back to devouring you. The second orgasm came embarrassingly quickly, and somewhat painfully. You were so overstimulated but he just kept going.

Your head was foggy, all you could do was moan. Ethan had been between your legs for what seemed like forever. You don't even know how many times you had come. "Etha- oh God please I can't" you said, voice scratchy as you tried to get away from his overwhelming touch. He didn't say anything, just sped up his efforts between your legs. You came again, except this time you squirted in his mouth. He made sure none of it went to waste, and finally he moved away from your sore pussy. He looked at you like you were the most precious thing ever, and to him you were. Legs shaking like a baby deer, tears down your face and a cute gushing pussy. You were his own paradise. He looked just as disheveled, your slick running down his chin, curls a mess from you tugging on them and his aching dick, bulging out of his dress pants.

He pulled his pants and boxers down, and held onto his aching cock. The tip flushed red leaking precum. Then he slid your sticky panties down your trembling legs. "Hope you didn't think I was done yet bunny. Need to feel your sweet pussy." You moaned at his words and knew you were gonna feel him for days after this.

He gave you no warning, he just pushed inside you, your previous orgasms making it easy. He let out a pathetic moan as he began to fuck you at a brutal pace. His hips pistoning into yours. His pubic bone hitting your sensitive clit and his balls slapping against your ass. You couldn't think or feel anything but him, not even noticing you were drooling all over your sheets. "Awh poor baby can't even take my cock without going dumb even though she was begging for it earlier." He felt you clenching on his dick and knew he wasn't gonna last with the way your pussy was sucking him in. He lifted your legs from around his waist and placed them on his shoulders. The new angle making you cry out. His brutal pace didn't stop as he circled your clit. You came hard and he fucked you through it, and finally he painted your inside with his cum. "You did so good for my bubby, I love you, now let's get you cleaned up." He said but as he saw his cum trickle out of you he pushed it back in with two fingers. "Gotta make sure my baby stays nice and full with my cum."

As he cleaned you with a wet rag he couldn't help but smile, his plan had went much better than he thought. You now had his last name, with a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly. He didn't think your parents would demand the two of you get married but it made keeping you so much easier. He was gonna make sure that after you gave birth to his first child that you were pregnant again. He was gonna keep you nice and filled with babies <3

AHSJSJSN Ethan brain rot, hope you enjoyed and let me know what you wanna see next.

Sunny out ✌️

#ethan kirsch #ethan landry #ethan landry x fem!reader #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ghostface #scream 6 #soft!dark! fic

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But did he ever make you cry? (Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x Reader)

Notes: fem reader! sfw, literally just me projecting onto reader, best friend Soap! Pining!! Hurt/comfort! I'll make this a series if you guys like it (WC: 1.7)

(Pov first person in italics)

God when is this gonna be fucking over

I’ve been here for what? 4 hours? He just keeps going on and on and on about his ex and “How crazy she was”. When was the last time he asked me something, feels like I'm sitting here for decoration. If he wanted to talk about another girl he could have found a therapist or something, Jesus.

This might be up there in the top 10 worst dates, maybe after that freak who got up in my ear after coffee asking if I wanted to go back to his place. Am I cursed?? What is it about me and attracting these absolute losers?

Its been a while since you’ve gone out a bit rough around the edges since your last breakup. Sure the relationship wasn't that serious but it still bothered you that he left because “You weren't putting out enough” after he said it was fine that you wanted to take things slow. You got your hopes up a bit too high after this guy (absolute fuckin DWEEB) in your lecture asked if you could grab dinner together. You just wasted a solid 2 hours picking out a cute little skirt and doing your makeup checking twice to make sure you looked nothing less then too the 9’s.

And then he shows up in a baggy pair of khaki joggers and hoodie, y'know after he said “Get pretty I’ll take you somewhere nice”. Oh but of course he just “accidentally” forgot the reservations but that's fine he knows a great place nearby. The great place being a diner in the middle of a highway rest with fluorescent lights that flickered too often with a weird smell in the air.

His table manners were practically non-existent smacking his lips when he chewed, sucking on his fingers and getting ketchup on his face. That sight alone made you put down your fork that barely poked at your clearly reheat mush they insisted was a pasta dish. Oh and he wouldn’t stop fucking talking, honestly you were starting to question how it was possible he hadnt choked on his food when he spoke.

You need to get out now. Any Longer at this table and your dignity might start slipping away. He yapped on about whatever as you tuned it out, nodding your head like you cared slowly tucking your phone back into your purse and pulling it onto your shoulder. You were already drawing up a game plan in your head, bathroom, call your roommate, tell her to come get you and block his number. Perfectly full proof.

“You mind if I slip out for a moment? I gotta head to the bathroom, won't be long promise.”

You slapped on a fake smile as he shot you a nod with a sleezy grin, all your senses pulled you back into reality as you felt disgust pool in your gut at the sight of him noticing more off putting things about the longer you looked. You platforms clicked as you pattered off into the one stall bathroom, you stood up straight inside not wanting to lean on the wall when you noticed the dried piss stains and mysterious gunk smeared on it.

It was suffocating, every second of it. The smell, The lights, the noise and of course him. You felt insulted, was this really the kind of place you deserved to be taken out too? You don't get to be wined and dined every now and then do you? Even after you spend days in class or at work and heaving your bones to the campus library to study for the hundreds of tests your professors insist on giving you.

You let out a sigh of contempt digging through your purse shoving the ugly rearing head of disappointment back as you pulled out your phone. Scrolling through the contact list to find your roommates number chewing on your thumbnail as you brought your phone up to your ear letting it ring, feeling your heart pound further the longer the phone rang. You but down hard once you heard the automated message trill, a heavy sigh leaving your chest as you slumped against the wall of your stall running a hand through your hair.

What the fuck am I gonna do, I can’t stay here any longer or i’m not gonna be held responsible for whatever happens to him if he brings up how much he loves blondes again.

You swallowed your pride unlocking your phone again scrolling up your contact list hoping he wouldn’t be too mad at having to save you from this god awful excuse for a date as you eyes settled on his number

“Johnny 🧼”

You thumb pressed down on the number bringing your shakey hand back up to your ear, the pressure that was just annoying you got heavier on your chest the longer you thought about having to stay here with him. You might burst into tears if you had to stay another hour and listen to this loser describe how much he likes girls that are the exact opposite of you basically holding you hostage to listen on this “date”

The ringing stopped when a sigh on the other end of the line broke the silence

“Ello?”

You felt the pressure on your chest bubble and pop once you heard his voice, your own cracking a little as you spoke up. Yeah it was embarrassing to cry over the phone but it would be more embarrassing to sit there and finish the date with red eyes.

“Johnny,, please tell me your not busy right now”

“Can’t be busy when yer asleep”

Your voice was shaky which chilled his nerves with worry, you don’t call him at night unless it was an emergency and with the way you sounded all he could do was think the worst

“What’s wrong bonnie”

It was more of a hushed gentle voice than any annoyance you anticipated, he couldn’t see it but you were already bleary eyed and pouting over the line.

You sat down closing the toilet lid as another shakey sigh let you while the seat creaked under you. You felt you words choke up in your throat pressing heavy on your sternum. You wanted to explain yourself, tell him how horrible your date went, how you felt stupid for going out with him, and how sorry you are for bothering him at night knowing he just got back from a mission only a few days ago.

“Talk to me bonnie, can’t help if you dinnae tell me”

“Can you come get me, ‘m sorry”

Barely a whisper over the phone, Johnny was already imagining the worst when you asked him that. You could hear him shuffling around the room already pressing his phone between his shoulder and ear. In his head you were already kidnapped locked away in some cellar ready to be shipped away, when you were just sniffling and tearing up in a shitty diner bathroom.

“You ok? nbody hurtin you?”

You could hear him tugging his heavy boots on, finally letting out a breath you were suffocating to hold knowing you’d finally get out of here

“No ‘m just not having a good time please, i’ll tell you when your here.”

Johnny looked down hearing his phone ping with the location hushing your sniffling through the line as he opened up the map shutting his front door and quickly sliding into his pick up.

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The wait felt like forever, it wasn’t of course you watched the clock religiously. 8 minutes, Johnny sped across town in 8 minutes for you, probably breaking a few laws he’d wave away once he got here.

He walked into the diner seeing it empty, your date no where to be seen while he took in the atmosphere. It was disgusting, and all he could think about was how you got here and why you would ever be here heavily sighing as he paced over knocking on the bathroom door leaning slightly against the door as he waited for your response or even just a sound.

“Steamin Jesus,, lovie you in here?”

He could hear shuffling on the other side as you opened the door up looking up at him with a pouted face and flushed face trying to hold back any noise or tears not wanting to cry in front of him. His hand slowly went to the small of your back gently rubbing and guiding you away from the loo.

“What you doin out ‘ere alone bunny?”

His voice was low as he mumbled down to you softly, face screwed and eyebrows furrowed while he peered down at you spinning your head around the small dinner seeing your abandoned table and spotting a napkin with writing on it.

You moved over to the table reading the napkins silently

“Tif called, had a good time with you, sorry this didn’t work out!”

He left. He asked you out and left you abandoned in the middle of a dinner after trying to feed you shitty food. He asked you out and thought it was fine to treat you like this. This was the straw that broke your back crumpling the napkin under your hand as you pressed your palms on the table hanging your head, you’ve already embarrassed yourself enough what’s the worst some crying can do.

Johnny watching you crumble felt like a punch to his gut knocking all the air out of his lungs, He moves your hand off the napkin reading it and turning his head to you. Your hands already found your face hiding your shame as you stifled your sobs and swallowed thickly at the fat tears pouring down your face. He could be angry later when he finally got his hands on who ever hurt you

He pulled your hands off your face, wrapping you in his arms one hand on the small of your back, another petting at your hair, hushing you softly as you slid your hands up to cling at his shirt burying your face into his chest shaking and heaving as you tried not to be loud. He petted at your hair, rocking you gently holding you close tucking your head under his chin as he slowly turned back to sit down in the booth tugging you down to his lap letting you curl up in on him again letting you cry to him as he coo’d to you

“Shh poor darling girl, talk to me bonnie, breath ts ok ‘m here for ye”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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Crossed Wires 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: silverfox!Andy Barber, Cole Turner

Summary: you try to balance your work with your private life as your boss and a new client try to blur the lines. (short!reader)

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

As you drive off the former Orson property, your phone rings. You slow to a crawl as you answer, hit speaker and toss it on the passenger’s seat. It’s the same person who only calls. The only one who does.

“So, how’d it go?” Cole asks, his voice patching in and out over the erratic countryside reception.

“Typical,” you answer.

“Been a while since we got a new customer. Were they nice?”

“Eh,” you mutter.

“She friendly?” He prompts further.

“He was fine. Tipped well.”

“He? Interesting. Just one guy or–”

“I guess,” you shrug at the road as you drive. “I’ll bring the check tomorrow.”

“Sure, uh, you going to The Horn tonight?” He asks as you steer along a board curve and rev a little as the road inclines.

You sigh. You were thinking about it but if he’s asking, “no.”

“Oh, alright,” he replies, his disappointment plain.

You don’t mind a nice cold pint at the end of a hot day like this but he’s a lightweight and he gets obnoxious. Sometimes you forget he’s almost forty, more than a decade your senior. He seems to forget too.

“Might get a call for a door opener install,” you break the silence.

“Uh, okay, I’ll keep an ear out. What’re you doing for dinner?”

You stare ahead at the road. You get that the village isn’t very big but you’re not into socializing with your boss and only other coworker. You’re lucky he can’t see the dimness in your eyes.

“Leftovers,” you mutter, “you’re cutting in and out. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You pull onto the apron as you reach for your phone. You hang up and drop it back to the seat. He’s a nice guy, you can’t fault him for being just that, but you keep to yourself. That’s how you’re comfortable and you’re not spending your time off pretending otherwise.

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The next day, you drive out to the Turner farm. Ethan greets you as he sweeps the porch steps. You apprenticed with him right before he retired and passed on the business to his son. So far, junior has yet to live up to senior.

You get out and decline his offer of a coffee as you climb the stairs. You prefer the elder Turner, he doesn’t chit chat so much. You go inside and leave your boots on the mat, not wanting to draw Beverly’s wrath and press on to the little office behind the kitchen, refusing a second offer of a coffee; you have a thermos in the truck.

You knock and wait for an answer. There’s a groan.

“Honey, you can probably just go in,” Beverly says.

You nod and let yourself into the office. Cole has his head on the desk and winces as you shut the door behind you. You take out the wad of bills you got from Mr. Crayford and the check from that other man, Barber? You put them just above his head and step back to cross your arms.

“Shit,” Cole sits up and rubs his temples, “bit too much fun at The Horn last night.”

“Mm,” you hum. “There’s the money.”

“Ugh, right,” he reaches for the check and squints at the narrow writing. He grumbles and drops it back to the desk, “my head.”

“Any calls?” You ignore his obvious struggle. “I have Lynette marked down for the afternoon–”

“She canceled,” Cole reaches to flutter through the heavy ledger, “but… Odinson called. They’re having an issue with a whole floor. I was thinking we could tag team it, it’ll be a bigger job.”

He speaks gingerly as he cradles his head between his hands. You stare at him dully. He is in no state to do anything more than whine.

“Are you sure?” You ask.

“I just need a coffee,” he says as he rubs his forehead, “I’ll be okay.”

“What time?” You check your watch.

“What time…” he repeats thinly.

“What time are we headed out? I got errands I could run–”

“You’re not going to hang around?”

“Depends,” you huff and drop your arm, putting your hands on your hips as you push back your open flannel shirt, only the button in the middle hooked. His eyes follow the movement.

“In an hour?” He gurgles, “I’ll have to call and confirm.”

“Right,” you take a breath and turn on your heel.

“Where are you going?” He asks.

“Grabbing my thermos,” you say without looking back.

You leave him, letting Beverly pass as she approaches with a full steaming mug. She does tend to coddle him. His helplessness isn’t very surprising. You stop to step into your boots and tuck the laces in.

Ethan is sitting on the porch bench, a newspaper in hand. You give a small wave as you emerge and head off to your truck. You get in the front seat and roll down the window. You grab your thermos and uncap it. You can wait out here until Cole gets his shit together.

You put the thermos back in the cup holder and look down. You button up the front of your shirt, skin crawling as you recall the way he stared at your hips. He does that sometimes but you’re not even sure he realises. He just watches you…

Whatever. You got a job to do and having him with you will only double it.

#cole turner #andy barber #dark cole turner #dark andy barber #dark!cole turner #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #cole turner x reader #drabble #series #crossed wires #au #backwoods au #defending jacob #ghosted

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opticfile · 3 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲

—✦ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 // in which alfred is a truck driver and you're his favorite stop

✧ i loooooove writing for alfred i love love love it hes my favorite to write for probably

—✦ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 // Alfred F Jones (APH America)

—✦ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 // swearing, reader is hit on by unwanted college boy, fluff, gn!reader

A few things help Alfred get through his days and nights. One is some music, another is phone calls with his buddies. Whatever it is, he just needs something to fill the dull air as he drives endlessly from one place to another. Singing along to a Gwen Stefani song (probably one from her No Doubt era) or dancing in his seat at red lights always helps keep his mood high. Waving to little kids in their mom’s backseats when they look up at him in awe and wonder is always nice, too, it makes him feel like more than just a truck driver, it’s like he’s Superman and flying over the city after saving the day.

But truth be told though, he’d have a hard time staying awake behind the wheel on especially hard days without his coffee. This man doesn’t exactly have the healthiest diet, especially not while driving, his passenger's seat is always full of fast-food bags and his cup holder always has soda or an energy drink lingering in it. Coffee, however, helps him start his day off right. It’s a tasty, warm energizer early in the morning when his eyes are still adjusting and his brain still isnt awake.

Yet the only thing that can get his day off to a good start better than coffee is you.

You’re a sweet college student, probably close to graduating, maybe a four-year degree, he thinks. You work at a cafe he frequents as often as he can, as long as he’s in the area it's his number one choice for his morning coffee and bagels. Half of it is because he really likes the coffee, the rest is because he likes seeing you.

You’re way too kind for someone working the early morning opening shift. You always smile at him and banter with him, no matter how clearly exhausted you are. And he’s way too cheery for a guy who wakes up at the ass-crack of dawn to drive a big ass truck around all day, so you guys have that one in common. You have a lot in common. Maybe you guys have matching eyebags, he thinks, or your voices are equally as groggy.

But you always smile when he comes in, he's a regular at this point, the kind of regular who doesn't even need to order because the barista knows what he's getting. You always draw a little heart next to his name on his cup, sometimes lately you’ve been writing Alfie instead of Alfred, too. That one will never cease to make his heart stutter. You know exactly how much cream cheese he likes on his bagels, you know exactly how much cream to put in his coffee, and yeah maybe that's just because you’ve made the same order for him a gazillion times but he likes to think of it as something more intimate than it is.

One time you complimented his hoodie, it had a little alien head embroidered over his heart, and “I come in peace!” was written over his back. You noticed it, you mentioned it, you complimented it, and he broke out into a grin.

“Really? I think it's great, too.” He said triumphantly. “My brother said it was corny, but you should see some of the shit he wears.”

“Corny? Maybe. Cute? Definitely.” You giggled, writing his name on a large cup.

“You’re supposed to be on my side, you know.” He winked playfully, leaning on the counter and watching you as you made his drink. He’s seen you do it a thousand times, he never gets over how efficient you are.

“I said it was cute!” You said, defensively, a coy glint in your eyes. “But I can’t exactly lie to you, either.”

He laughed joyfully.

The first time Alfred saw you he thought you were cute, the second time he thought your haircut was cool. Now when he sees you it's like a puppy seeing his owner after they’ve been at work all day. He gets happy, his stomach does backflips like an Olympic gymnast, and he can’t stop smiling.

Most of the time it's just you, him, and one or two of your coworkers. Not many customers pop in so early—shocker, right?—so he gets to enjoy chatting with you until his coffee is ready before he has to set off on the road.

Sometimes there’s another person in the cafe though, sometimes two. One time that other person was clearly a college guy, one who had no business being here this early, one that should be hungover and passed out on his frat house’s deck instead of leaning over the counter and trying to flirt with you.

That was probably the first time Alfred realized you weren’t just his barista friend, but his barista crush. What tipped him off? The fact he wanted to grab the guy by his collar and carry him out of the building like a mama cat carrying its kitten by the scruff of its neck.

He didn’t, by the way, he wouldn’t do that unless you asked him to.

Instead, he just grit his teeth as he waited in line behind the guy, listening as he dragged out the ordering process to drop some lame pickup line that made his skin crawl—and yours too, judging by the awkward smile on your face and the forced laugh you humored him with. Alfred definitely wanted to groan out loud at that point. When the guy finally got the hint and left, Al walked up to the counter with a smile, and your shoulders relaxed and you sighed.

“Long time, no see, partner.” You smiled tiredly up at him.

It had been a long time, maybe a week or two, and he realized he missed you all that time, too.

“Yeah, it’s great to be back in town.” He tipped his ballcap like he was tipping a cowboy hat, a dumb grin on his face. He didn’t have to place his order, you knew already.

You giggled softly at that. Was it just him or were you more exhausted than usual? Maybe the weirdo hitting on you drained your social battery or something, maybe it was finals week or something.

“Great to have you back, I missed my favorite regular.”

“Aw, you tellin’ me you have other regulars?” He clutched his pears in faux shock, acting hurt for dramatic effect. Somewhere to your left, your coworker snorted.

“Maybe, but none of them are as cool as you.” You grinned. “And none of them have such easy orders, either.”

“I’m a simple man, what can I say.”

When you handed him his coffee and bagel, your fingers brushed his, and he felt a tingle go down his arm for a split second. Then you winked, and he felt one in his heart.

To say you felt any different than him would be a lie.

Alfred was definitely your favorite regular, that was no joke when you said it to him no matter how playful your tone was. He was always sweet and respectful and always cheered you up when you were barely dragging yourself through your shift.

The first time he came in you thought he was hot, the second time he came in you thought he was funny, and now when he comes in you feel a breath of fresh air cut through the coffee-scented air and your heart speeds up momentarily at his smile.

His smile always got to you. It was so attractive, he had such nice straight teeth and his lips framed them perfectly. It felt like a beautiful oil painting framed in gold or something. What came out of those lips was no different, his voice was always pleasing to the ears, and sometimes he came in sounding like he just rolled out of bed, and that was also pleasing.

Alfred’s presence was the best part of your week, everything else sucked if you were being honest. Your coworkers made it really hard to feel positive when they were so bitter because they had to do the job they applied for. Your patience was thinning every day, and honestly when that guy from one of your classes showed up you felt like quitting then and there. Thankfully he never came back, if he did you probably would’ve thrown down your apron as soon as he entered.

As much as you hate to say it, Alfred alone wasn't enough for you to want to keep the job. So you turned in your two weeks, you found a new job—one much more impressive than “barista”—and you counted the days until you were free from your coffee-stained shackles.

The last week of your job you didn’t see Alfred once, and you were starting to get anxious that you wouldn’t see him again. Maybe you could get one of your lazy coworkers to give him your number, or you could show up every morning until he was there.

(that was in no way plausible, you barely even wanted to show up now and you work there)

But, to your relief, on your last day, Alfred popped through the window. His blue eyes shone through his glasses, his blonde hair was a mess, and he was wearing a hoodie with his iconic bomber jacket over it. He looked warm, he looked good. He grinned widely at you, shooting you finger-guns as he approached the counter.

“If it isn’t my favorite barista!”

“And my favorite customer returns! I was getting worried, you know.” You smiled back, grabbing a cup for his drink.

“Aw, I always come back to this place! If you didn’t see me today, you’d see me tomorrow or next week or something.” He promised.

“I actually wouldn’t.” You said, “Because I wouldn’t be here.”

Alfred paused, “What’d’ya mean?”

“It’s my last day.” You smiled, glancing back up to him momentarily and catching the way his lips tugged down slightly.

“Like… forever?” He asked.

“Yup, I got myself a shiny new job.” You boasted.

“So I won’t get my morning coffee from you anymore?” He leaned on the counter, his voice seemed disappointed.

“Uh,” You pulled your eyes away from the coffee machine to meet his, “Yeah. Not anymore.”

He nodded slowly, “I won’t get to see you again, then?”

You chuckled to yourself, “Of course you will, silly.”

“I will?”

“Yeah, did you think I would part ways with you without giving you my number or something?” You grinned.

Slowly, he did too. His eyes twinkled and his chest shook in laughter. “I’d sure hope not.”

You smiled, face warming a little as he stared at you intently. This time, when you handed him his coffee and bagel your number was written beneath his name.

“So, your number-?”

“It’s on the cup.” You noted.

“Got it. Yeah. I’ll- I’ll call you.” He grinned, walking backward for a moment before ripping his eyes away from your face and walking out the door feeling like a giddy teenage girl.

Today his day got off to an amazing start. Coffee always helped with that, but you? You always made it ten times better.

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a secret - šimon nemec

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you met šimon while he'd been in new jersey for training camp. he'd just been drafted to the nhl, while you'd just gotten a new job at a local cafe.

in any other world, you two wouldn't have even met each other -- let alone start a relationship.

it just so happened that he was recommended the cafe by another devils player, and decided to check it out on the morning that you were working. you made him a coffee, suggesting one of your favourites because he wasn't sure how to order.

after that, things just blossomed.

you exchanged numbers, texting and facetiming whenever you could. you went on dates, you wore his jersey to games, you spent all of your time together.

but you still hadn't gone public.

you were dating, but neither of you wanted to be poked and prodded at by the media. especially since he was called up to the nhl.

in fact, you hadn't even told the team yet.

it's not like it would be the end of the world, but they believed you were best friends. and considering the way some of them could never keep their mouths shut, you guys decided it was simply better that way.

never denied, but never confirmed.

you sat with the other wags, dressed in a nemec jersey, and ready for this game to be over. the devils were leading 5-1, with three minutes left in the third, and šimon had just scored his first hattrick.

it was a big achievement, you knew that. and you just wanted to go home and celebrate it.

which was why the second the game was over, you jumped up and clapped louder than anyone around you. after the stars of the game were announced (šimon getting the first star), you waited for a little longer before heading to the locker room.

by now, most guys were headed home, leaving only šimon in the locker room. he'd been the last to do media, and was going to be the last to leave.

"good game," you fist bumped nico as he walked by.

"thanks, y/n/n," he grinned. "šimon's still in the locker room. he'll be out in a few minutes."

you waved as nico walked away, poking your head inside the room. just like you predicted, he was the only one left. his back was facing you as he pulled his shirt on.

you walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his back.

šimon froze for half a second, before relaxing once he realized it was only you. he turned around, a wide grin on his face as he pulled you into a proper hug.

"i'm so proud of you," you smiled, fixing the collar of his shirt. "look at you, a big shot now. scoring hattricks and stuff. how're you gonna make sure it doesn't get to your head?"

šimon laughed, swaying you gently with his arms around your waist. "hmm, i'm not sure. i do have this wonderful girlfriend who's very good at making sure my head doesn't get too big. i'm probably going to have to spend more time with her to increase her effect on me."

you rolled your eyes, a stupid grin on your face.

šimon laughed at your expression, pressing a kiss to your nose.

"you're so cute," he grinned, pressing another kiss to your cheek.

he continued peppering kisses over your face, pausing before he dipped down to capture your lips in his. you found yourself melting into him, your hand coming up to play with the hair on the nape of his neck. his arms gripped your waist, doing the job of holding you up since your legs seemed to have failed you.

the two of you pulled apart as a loud bang sounded, followed by something clattering to the floor.

there stood luke hughes, a sheepish look on his face as he chased his waterbottle.

"sorry guys," he muttered. "forgot this. don't mind me, i'm heading out now. continue." he paused, "just don't have sex on my stall, that's where i draw the line."

"we - we're not--" šimon stuttered.

"oh please, don't pull that she's my best friend bullshit again," he said dismissively. "everyone on the team knows you're together, and everyone thinks you guys are adorable. i might be changing my mind if you have sex in the locker room."

"luke, stop talking," you told him.

"yes ma'am."

"and get out if you're not missing anything else."

"yes ma'am."

you and šimon waited for luke to leave, before turning back to each other.

"let's face it," you shrugged. "it's not like we were doing a good job at keeping this a secret."

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captainsy-cookiemonster · 1 year

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Welcome Home

Prompt: Okay! You gonna love this A sandwich.... between....*drum rolls* Mike and Touch Starved!Will … They both brothers, and Mike is a horn dog, while after 3 month parted Will needs a hard release after a stressful business agenda😘😘

Summary: while your one roommate is away, things get steamy with your other roommate. it just so happens that the roommate who was gone comes back while you’re fooling around with the other one. this is fun.

Pairing: bi!Mikey x unnamed OFC x bi!Will Shaw

Warnings: dom x switch x switch, f2l, threeway, p in v sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside (on, uhh both ends), grinding, little bit of degradation, implication that Mikey came in his pants while OFC was grinding on him once, my first time writing a threeway, me picking up a wip after moooonths and a very draining semester, hints at a possible polyamorous relationship?, rules of physics? is this even possible? we don’t ask these kinds of questions here sir, the female character is not described beyond having “grip-able” hair however you want to define it, for the sake of not being called inclusive enough for a reader i chose to make her an unspecified OFC

Names used: bunny, good girl, sweetheart, slut, good boy (Mikey), sir (Will)

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I changed your prompt a little bit. I didn’t really feel comfortable writing them as brothers, so I made them all roommates. Thank you so much @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @littlefreya and @luna-aestas for helping me when i got stuck or felt it sucked. You girls are amazing ❤️ not beta'd much. Typos we're going down swingin'!

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Title: Welcome Home

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It started as roommates. As a guy in his junior year, with friends mostly in higher semesters, Will was suddenly left with an empty apartment and a rent that was far too high to handle all by himself.

That’s when I came into play, a little freshman who happened to not have gotten a dorm room on campus. It was especially convenient since I got a job at the little café just across the street once I was accepted into college. The wage was just enough for rent and food and I was lucky my parents still supported me.

A few weeks into the semester, another boy joined our little arrangement. Mikey was trouble, which, in a way, was good because that meant he was rarely home. He was always out partying, slept during the day, and missed most of his courses. But at least that meant it was quiet when Will and I had to study or do homework.

That was two years ago. The three of us have become close friends, almost like family. The boys grew protective of their little barista, who would bring them their favorite coffee whenever I came home. They were almost like big brothers. Well… Almost.

Will has finished his bachelor’s by now and is currently building his own startup, while part time working on his master's program. So he’s still living in the apartment with the two of us.

Well actually… not right now. He had to go away for three months. Something to do with his business, I can’t really remember.

Three months alone with Mikey have been... interesting, to say the least. And fun. Lots of fun. Take that however you want.

Right now, we're lounging on the couch, watching some silly movie. I couldn't tell the name even with a gun to my head. It’s late, and Mikey's soft, but progressively more daring caress is using up all the focus I can muster. His hand snuck into my shorts and is squeezing my buttcheek. I bite my lip to stifle a whimper and press my thighs together. He does it again, drawing the same reaction from me; except this time, I bury my face into his chest. I can practically feel his smirk and look up to glare at him. I don’t even meet his eyes before his lips catch mine in a sloppy kiss.

In a scramble of arms and legs, he pulls me to straddle his lap, his hands kneading my ass while mine paw at his chest and neck, tug at his hair, and grip his shoulders. It’s messy. It’s clumsy. It’s desperate. I want more. I need it. I need to be closer, need to feel him everywhere.

I start grinding my hips into his crotch, feeling him grow. His hands on my hips urge me on, but instead of speeding up, I slow down. Giggling and out of breath, I break the kiss.

“Nuh-uh, remember last time? Not gonna happen again.”

Mikey huffs and rolls his eyes. “That was one time!”

Laughing, I shake my head and lean down to kiss him again. His hands are everywhere, on my ass, my hips, then sliding up my back underneath my shirt. With skilled fingers, he unclasps my bra, pulling the straps off my arms. As it falls between us, I take it and blindly throw it into the room behind us. Faintly, I hear it hitting the floor before my attention focuses on Mikey’s hands sliding up my tummy and letting his thumbs brush over that spot on my ribs.

I gasp and grind my hips down harder, making him chuckle. In response, I capture his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging and sucking on it a little before releasing it. Can’t have the boy think he’s got the upper hand in this.

But he still thinks he does. His hands find my tits, and the triumphant grin on his face…

“Oh! Your nipples are hard! Is this turning you on, baby?”

Ugh! That boy!

“No, Mikey. Obviously not.” I roll my eyes and snort. “And what about you? I’m sure you find it absolutely terrible to have me grinding in your lap, hm? As hard as your cock is.”

“Hatin’ it.” He grins and pinches my nipples. “You know what I’d like better?” He leans in, his breath hot against my neck. “If the two of us got naked.”

“Hm, yeah… Now that you’re saying it… that does sound like a good idea.”

Scrambling to my feet, I’m quick to slide down my jogging shorts. I’m about to take off my shirt, when Mikey gets up and stands right in front of me… Entirely naked. Damn, he’s quick!

“Lemme do it?”

I just nod, lifting my arms to assist him, but of course, he takes his sweet time, letting the tips of his fingers glide up my skin underneath the fabric. Of course, he has to squeeze my tits when he reaches them, but he lifts the shirt over my face too quickly for me to glare at him. It doesn’t stop me from trying, though. Once the shirt is off my body and Mikey sees my face, he can’t suppress a chuckle and quickly kisses the tip of my nose to make the glare disappear. To his credit, it works. A hot flush gathers in my cheeks, and I quickly turn around, searching the room for… Damn.

“Be right back,” I tell Mikey over my shoulder, taking off my panties to toss at him, but I’ve already dashed through the door before I know if I hit him or not.

Not even a minute later, I come back to the living room, finding Mikey still where I had left him, with my panties in his hands, grinning to himself, most likely proud of himself for getting me to soak them that much.

“What do you want with that?” he asks once he notices I’m back, eyes on the towel in my hand.

“Well… I thought that Will would appreciate it if he didn’t come home to cum stains on the couch.” I shrug.

“Ohhh, yeah… Probably.”

He takes the towel from my hand and puts it down on the couch, then sits down on it. Mikey pats his thighs, signaling for me to sit, but I look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh!” He grins sheepishly, realizing what I’m looking at and quickly tosses my panties to the floor. He doesn’t even manage to pat his lap again before I climb on top of him. With one hand on my hip, the other on my neck, Mikey pulls me closer until my lips meet his, and the length of his cock rubs against my pussy.

I start to grind my hips into him, throwing my head back at the friction. I feel Mikey’s breath heavy on my neck, then his soft lips on my tender skin. His hands grip me tighter as I move on his cock, pulling my hips deeper into him. By now, the hand he had on my neck has wandered to the back of my head, tugging at my hair to keep my throat exposed to his kisses. I’m sure my neck will be covered in hickeys tomorrow. There’ll be bruises on my hip, too. Fuck! The thought of carrying his marks makes me even wetter.

“Bunny, I need you,” Mikey pants against my neck. I nod, and he lets me go, so I can sit up. He grips his cock to guide himself in as I hover above his lap, steadying myself with my hands on his shoulders.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Just a second.”

Oh… yeah… Mikey and tits, how could I forget? With my chest on eye level, of course Mikey has to bury his face into it, peppering kisses all over my boobs, sucking and biting at my nipples until I’m a whimpering mess, swaying my hips in the search for friction, inches away from his cock.

“Okay, ready.” He grins, his free hand coming up to my hip to help me ease down on him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! No matter how many times we do it, I’ll never get used to his size. The delicious stretch of being seated on him all the way has me panting.

“Good girl.”

“Mhh.”

For a moment, I just sit there, resting my head against his shoulder while feeling him pulse inside me. I smile against his skin when he begins to gently stroke my back. His hands shift down to my waist when I start to roll my hips slowly. He squeezes my hips, making me lift up and brace myself on his shoulders.

Gasping, I relish in the feeling of his cock stroking every spot inside me. I go faster. Harder. His hands shift even lower, grabbing at my butt and guiding my movements.

"Fuck," we sigh in unison, before breaking in a fit of giggles. With heaving breath, I smile at him, wiping a strand of sweaty hair from his brow before cradling the back of his head in my hands, leaning in to kiss him. He kisses back instantly, tongue swiping along my lower lip to request entrance. Opening my mouth for him, I let his tongue explore my mouth, sucking on it and trying to fight for dominance. We both moan into the kiss, the movement of our hips growing more sloppy, rushed.

"Hey, uh… Oh."

We jump at the familiar voice. Wide-eyed, we turn towards the door, where we find a very flustered looking Will. The thud of his bag hitting the floor makes my eyes snap to his hand that dropped it, then the prominent bulge in the front of his jeans. Once my eyes find his face again, I can spot the hint of a smirk playing around his lips.

"Uhm." Mikey's voice is a little shaky. I feel him twitch inside me. I look back at him, raising my eyebrows in question. He gives me a nod and grinning, I nod back.

"Will! C'mere." I turn towards him and gesture for him to come closer. He hesitates for a moment before finally taking determined steps towards Mikey and me.

Standing in front of us, Will leans down to meet my face. his hand reaches up to caress my cheek and I lean into it, missing the gentle touch when his hand wanders down. I gasp when I feel his fingers lightly squeezing my throat, my eyes fluttering shut when he gets even closer. His kiss is still rougher than expected, his tongue claiming dominance right away. I feel myself clenching around Mikey’s cock, a new wave of wetness soaking his lap. Will breaks the kiss way too soon. I try to chase his lips as he pulls back, but he keeps my head in place with his hand around my throat. Smiling while I pout at him, he turns to Mikey.

“Has she been good?”

I feel Mikey shuffle to sit up straighter. A moment passes before he can answer, stunned and with his mouth hanging open slightly. “Yes.” Another moment before he adds an uncertain “...sir?”

Will just nods before finally sitting down right next to Mikey. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me too?”

All I can do is bite my lip and nod. As a reward he grabs my neck again and pulls me in for another deep kiss that leaves me breathless.

Feeling Mikey’s cock twitch inside me, I start grinding on him again. Hot breath against my ear and suddenly there is a pair of lips sucking on my neck. I whimper against Will’s lips when Mikey starts to graze his teeth over the sensitive skin below my ear.

Once Will allows me a moment to breathe again, I kiss my way down to his neck. It’s so much rougher than Mikey’s, the well grown out stubble leaves my lips tingling. I feel him turning his head and his Adam's apple bob against my kiss. At first I think it was to give me better access, but from above me I hear the unmistakable sound of a hesitant but needy kiss.

Are they- ? Oh fuck, why is that so hot?

Mikey must have felt me squeezing around him because a moment later his hand that was still on my body pushes me to adjust on his cock by the small of my back, nudging against that spot, making me gasp. Being so focused on the changed sensation inside of me, I haven’t even noticed how my nails have started to dig into Will’s chest, until I hear his groan. It wasn’t a pained groan, more like he was enjoying it. Maybe even a little too much. I took that for a sign to take the next step and while he and Mikey are still making out, I start to unbutton Will’s shirt, kissing and nibbling at every inch of skin I uncovered, making sure to scrape my nails down his chest as I go. The lower I go, the more he tangles his fingers into my hair, pushing me further. Once I reach the waistline of his jeans, nuzzle my nose against the thick hair of his happy trail and look up at him with big eyes.

“Can I?” I ask, with my hands on his thighs, close to his crotch.

“Can you what? C’mon, be a good girl. Use your words.”

Wow, those three months really changed him.

I swallow a little nervously and nod before I try again. “Can I take your cock out? I wanna taste it.”

Waiting for an answer, I watch as Mikey sucks on the side of Will’s neck, making him throw his head back and groan.

“Please… sir?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, you can.”

With eager fingers I unbutton his jeans and fumble a little before I manage to pull down the zipper. Already starting to drool with anticipation, I tug at his boxers. He lifts his hips to help me and finally I’m met with the sight of his hard cock springing free.

He is a bit thicker than Mikey, but they’re about the same length. Taking hold of him, I give the head a gentle little kiss before sticking out my tongue to collect the small drop of pre cum leaking from the tip.

“Mmm, good girl,” Will hums and strokes my hair. “Suck on it, c’mon.”

I nod before I take him in my mouth, just the head, suckling on it and toying with it a little with my tongue.

The moan that comes out of his mouth… I’ve never heard anything sexier. It has me squeezing around Mikey unconsciously.

“Fuuuuuck,” I hear him mutter into Will’s neck.

The wave of confidence that washes over me at the fact I’m pleasuring not one but two men makes me take Will deeper into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and press my tongue against the underside of his cock, slowly taking more of him. As I keep bobbing my head up and down his grip on my hair becomes tighter and more and more moans fall from his mouth .

The tingling sensation that spreads through my body from that makes me try to take him even deeper, until I start gagging and my eyes begin to water. By now, my nose is pressing into his hip.

“I can’t… I can’t!” I suddenly hear Mikey wheeze. Will immediately lets go of my hair and I hurry to get off Mikey’s lap.

“What is it?”

I’m stunned at how calmly Will asks that while I’m staring at a panting Mikey, almost panicking.

“I fucking need…” he wheeses again. Both Will and I stare at him, anxiously waiting for him to continue. “... to get off!”

I let out a sigh of relief, watching Will chuckle and playfully nudge Mikey with his elbow. The younger man smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of his head.

“I was serious about it, though. So-” he drags out the word “- can we like… get started?”

I nod slowly, feeling their eyes on me, and look towards Will for guidance.

“How do you want to do this?” He asks me gently, and I shrug, unsure. “Okay then, c'mere.”

While I get closer, he stands up and rearranges the towel so it covers most of the couch and drapes over the armrest, causing Mikey to jump up as well.

“Now, can you get on your hands and knees for us?” Will nearly coos, still it feels like he’s giving no room for discussion. “Isn’t she such a good girl for us?” I can hear him ask Mikey, now behind my back, and I can only imagine Mikey nodding while giving Will puppy dog eyes. “And you? You’re gonna be a good boy for us and let her suck you off.” Again, no room for discussion.

I shuffle closer to the couch's armrest, balancing my weight on my elbows on it, and give Mikey a reassuring nod. He swallows a little nervously, looking at Will, who's getting into position behind me. I lean forward to give Mike a small kiss to his hip bone, then nuzzle my face against the base of his cock. He cups my cheek with one hand, stroking his thumb across my bottom lip when I lean into him, while his other hand grips the base of his cock. I open my lips a bit and suckle on the tip of his thumb as he gently brings my face and himself into position. He pulls his finger from my mouth and I open my lips wider, giving the tip of his cock a little lick, looking up at him through my lashes to see his reaction. He groans and throws his head back. That’s when I take the head in my mouth and start playing with it with my tongue.

Behind me, Will puts a hand on my hip to hold me steady, with the other, he grabs is cock and swipes it up and down on my lips, coating himself in my juices.

“Fuck, you’re so wet!” He groans and pushes in a little. I let out a moan around Mikey’s cock, making him shiver in response. Will slowly keeps pushing in, a deep moan escaping him once he bottoms out. I can only whimper around Mikey’s cock, feeling so full already.

“Now just stay still, baby, we’ve got you,” Will says, if a little bit strained. I nod as much as I can and look up at Mikey, who’s still holding my face. He pushes himself a little bit deeper into my mouth. I can still taste myself on him as I suck. Will starts moving, thrusting in a slow and steady rhythm, pushing me down on Mikey’s cock with every time his hips meet mine. Again, I moan around Mikey, whose hands start wandering to my hair and grips it to push himself further down my throat. My eyes begin to water when Will picks up the pace, making me take Mikey even deeper. The room is filled with the beautifully filthy sounds of the two men groaning in erotic harmony, skin slapping on skin and my strangled moans as I gag around Mikey’s cock.

“You’re being so good, bunny,” Mikey praises, breathing heavily. “So good for us,” Will adds. “Letting us use you like a little slut.” I can’t help but whimper at that, squeezing around Will’s cock.

“Oh? Did you like that?” Will leans down closer to my ear, whispering, “You like it when I call you slut?” I nod as much as I can with Mikey in my mouth. “You’re so filthy. Nothing more than a toy for us to use.”

He fucks me harder, making me whimper and take Mikey even deeper. Tears are beginning to stream down my face, but it all feels so good. I can’t help but clench around him, the coil in my belly starting to tighten.

So it takes me by surprise when Will suddenly slows to a stop. A little out of breath he says, “This isn’t it. Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Mikey nods, pulling from my mouth and Will picks me up, carrying me over to the bedrooms. My mind is far too lazy to see whose bedroom we end up in when Will tosses me onto the bed with a bounce.

“Let your head hang over the edge. Yes, just like this, good girl.”

I watch upside down as Mikey kneels down by my head, positioning himself. I open my mouth widely, obediently and he pushes his cock back into my mouth. Closing my eyes, I start sucking on him again as Will climbs up over me, kneels on the bed and grabs my thighs. He doesn’t make me wait long and thrusts back in in one smooth movement. I moan loudly around Mikey’s cock when he bottoms out, finally feeling full again. Complete, in a sense.

Before he begins to thrust, though, he pulls my hips up onto his legs, making me arch my back and take Mikey deeper down my throat. All three of us moan in sinful harmony, skin slapping and wet slurping composing a filthy melody of bliss. With the new angle, I can feel the burning coil tightening faster as the tip of Will’s cock strokes all the spots perfectly, the base of him rubbing against my clit. My moans rise in pitch, even muffled by Mikey fucking my face. His hips begin to stutter, he’s close as well. Will, of course, notices that and picks up his pace, fucking me faster.

Fuck! This feels so good!

Mikey’s groans mix with little gasps as I feel him twitch. He’s close, I can tell. I use my tongue to play with him, eliciting little whimpers from him.

“S-sir, ‘m so close… can I cum? Please?” Mikey begs between little gasps and whines.

“Go a-head,” Will tells him, his own voice strained as well. I brace myself, sucking Mikey harder. A few more thrusts into my mouth and he stills, whimpering loudly as his warm load hits my tongue. I swallow it down eagerly, but gasp when he pulls out of my mouth. I take a few deep breaths as I watch him stand and jerk himself, another, smaller load landing on my chest.

“Fuuuck,” he groans.

“Good boy,” Will praises him, doubling his efforts now, fucking me even harder. His hand comes up to my chest, grabbing and kneading my tits for a moment before swiping two fingers through Mike’s cum and bringing those fingers down to my clit, drawing slow but firm circles around the little bud. I cry out, clenching hard around him. The coil keeps growing tighter until it… Snaps. With a high pitched moan, I fall over the edge, white hot bliss carrying me as my body writhes in pleasure. Through a haze I can hear Will groan and feel a warmth spreading inside me. I open up my eyes to see him hovering above me, dipping his head down to meet my lips in a passionate kiss. I kiss him back eagerly, letting our tongues fight for dominance until we need to stop for air. Will sits up again, reaches out an arm and pulls in Mikey for a just as passionate kiss. I watch them, a satiated smile on my face. I get up on my knees, squeezing between them to kiss their necks and chests alternately. Once the part, the three of us collapse on the bed naked and panting, a tangled mess of limbs.

“You know…” Mikey breathes heavily, “we were going to throw you a welcome home partly…”

Will chuckles at that, “You still could…”

I just shake my head, giggling. “Let’s just order pizza.”

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h00nerz · 1 year

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who’s that girl!

FOURTY / something like this

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BY THE TIME YOU ARRIVED BACK TO YOUR APARTMENT THAT NIGHT, it was much later than you’d originally intended. Following your (very anticlimactic) breakup, Yunjin had insisted it was the perfect excuse to go out and get absolutely wasted. She’d even tried to get Sakura and Chaewon to join, but they politely declined, leaving it to be just the two of you. So, you followed Yunjin to some random club where she did indeed get wasted, while you weren’t really in the mood to drink.

All you could do was zone out while Felix’s words echoed around in your head. Was he right? Had you really been secretly harboring feelings for Beomgyu this entire time, but been too afraid to face them? After all, it was much easier to convince yourself you were falling for a stranger you met at work than to admit you were falling for your roommate.

You had thought back to the night you’d gone out drinking together, and thought Felix wasn’t interested in you. You had reminisced on the way he made you smile, and laugh, and completely forget about your relationship problems. And then, you had wondered what would have happened that night if Felix never called you. If you never made Beomgyu upset with you, if you had stayed out with him longer…

After that little hypothetical, you did end up having a drink of your own. You were nowhere near as drunk as Yunjin, just buzzed enough to ease your anxiety before it got the better of you. Eventually, you’d gotten tired of sitting at the bar and being overwhelmed by your thoughts, you began dancing with Yunjin in the giant sea of people.

Around 1 AM, Yunjin started trying to climb up on the barstools, and you knew that was the sign it was time for you to go home. So, you dragged a very clingy and very drunk Yunjin out of the club, and into an Uber to take you back to your apartment. You’d thought of just dropping her off back at her own place, but as you watched her breathe on the windows and draw phallic shapes in the precipitation, you knew she was in no state to be alone.

And that was how you ended up leading her down your hallway, attempting to keep her quiet so she wouldn’t wake any of your neighbors. She kept going on about how much she loved you, and how sorry she was none of your relationships worked out, which she seemed to think was sweet of her, but was really more like salt in the wound at that point.

Due to how late it was, you assumed your roommates would have fallen asleep already, so you shushed Yunjin as you flipped through your keys and finally unlocked the door. But when you opened it, you saw the three boys sitting around the coffee table in the living space, playing what looked to be a game of Monopoly.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought! Pay up you fucking idiot!” Beomgyu was yelling, waving some card in front of a very defeated looking Yeonjun. Soobin seemed to be a bit out of it, entranced by the swishing of the wine in the glass he held in front of himself. His gaze drifted over to you and Yunjin, though, then his eyes widened.

“Oh my god! Burglars!” He shouted, leaping up to his feet and nearly spilling his glass, but just as quickly as he’d tensed up, he relaxed again. “Oh, hi Y/N. Hi Yunjin!” He greeted them, and the other two boys finally noticed them.

“Hey, uh, how was your date?” Yeonjun asked, blinking at the two of you. Beomgyu sat quietly across from him, avoiding eye contact with you, which you were actually thankful for.

Yunjin giggled at the question, leaning on your shoulder as she began to remove her shoes. “It was so much fun. It turned out Felix and his friend Hyunjin were in love, so Y/N dumped him, and so we just went out clubbing the two of us!” She explained, singing the last part and nearly toppling over.

“Oh, I thought you guys were joking on Twitter. Sorry, Y/N.” Soobin frowned, and slowly sank back down to where he’d been sitting previously.

“Yeah, really sorry, Y/N.” Yeonjun said, and blinked at the two of you. “So, wait, Felix and that Hyunjin guy like each other? And he didn’t sweep Yunjin off her feet?” He asked, and as he said so, your friend, began to tip over onto you.

She grumbled about being tired, and you let out a soft sigh. “Nope, he did not.” You replied, doing your best to help her stand up. “She needs to get to bed, though, you can ask her all about it tomorrow.”

In that moment, you made the mistake of glancing over at Beomgyu, who coincidentally had finally decided to look at you. Your eyes met, and immediately Felix’s words began to echo incessantly in your mind.

I think you secretly like him too.

You knew he was right when your heart began to pound against your ribcage, begging for you to let it out. You knew he was right when your mouth went dry, and it felt like the only thing that could quench your thirst was a swim in his eyes. You knew he was right when the entirety of your skin was lit on fire, burning red hot just from the split moment of eye contact. You knew he was right when your limbs turned to jelly, and you were struggling to stand.

The realization hit you like a truck—or, to put it more accurately, Yunjin hit you like a truck. The jelly feeling caused your legs to give out, and suddenly you were on the floor with Yunjin on top of you. Your view was obstructed by her hair covering your face, but you could hear the boys scrambling to their feet and rushing over in a panic.

“You’re going to suffocate me!” You coughed out, raising your fingers to brush her hair out of your view. Yeonjun was the first to the scene, lifting Yunjin off of you which finally allowed you to breathe.

Before she could protest, Yeonjun was lifting Yunjin up bridal style, earning him some giggles from her. “I’ll carry her to your room.” He offered, and you were too out of breath to decline his offer. Soobin tailed after him as he carried her off towards your room, while you watched from your spot on the floor.

You laid there for a minute, trying to catch your breath and relax for a minute. But you realized someone was crouched down next to you, and felt your breathing go haywire all over again when you realized it was Beomgyu. He was watching you, waiting for you to be ready to stand, and you felt like you were going to crumble under his worried stare.

“You okay?” He finally asked in a low voice, an amused smile playing on his lips.

You nodded frantically, pushing yourself up to your feet before he could offer to help you. “I’m fine. I work with elementary kids, it takes a lot more than that to take me down.” You laughed nervously, looking anywhere except at him.

“Right.” He nodded, stretching up so he was now standing next to you. “Good to hear. It would suck if you died and we had to go roommate hunting again.” He joked, and you laughed, but you weren’t very good at hiding how awkward you were feeling.

The two of you stood in silence, an uncomfortable tension filling the space between you. A part of you felt like dashing off to your room to check on Yunjin and your two idiots for roommates, but the other part felt glued to the spot in the living room. The paralyzation beat your need to run, leaving you stuck there with Beomgyu.

“So… Bad date?” He spoke quietly, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

You shrugged. “Not too bad.” You mumbled, and could have just stopped there, but the little bit of alcohol still in your system pushed you to keep going. “You know, I think I’ve been wanting to break up with him for awhile, but I’ve never had a good enough reason until tonight.”

“Oh? Really?” You stared down at his feet and watched as he inched towards you, your breath catching itself in your throat. “What was wrong with him?”

You weren’t sure how things had gotten so tense so quickly, but you weren’t a fan of it. Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears, and your fingertips were tingling as you resisted the urge to do something you might regret. “Nothing was wrong with him.” You replied with a breathy laugh. “I just… There wasn’t… There wasn’t a spark.”

“Really? The Australian accent wasn’t sparky enough for you?” He asked, which you couldn’t help but giggle at. Out of instinct, you reached up and smacked his arm.

“You’re such an idiot.” You told him, shaking your head at his childish antics.

“Yeah, I know.” You couldn’t see his face, since you refused to look at him, but you could hear that familiar smile in his voice. That filled you with the overwhelming need to see said smile, so before you could stop yourself, you glanced up, finally meeting his eyes.

Just as quickly as it had appeared, his smile dropped, instead replaced by a look of panic. His brown eyes widened, and his cheeks began to redden under your gaze. He cleared his throat, and you felt a bit better knowing he was just as nervous as you now.

“Um, Y/N, you remember that night, when you thought someone was trying to break into the loft?” He asked, a question that made your heart skip a beat.

“You mean the night you tried to jump out the window?” You countered, attempting to feign ignorance.

He rolled his eyes, unable to hide the small chuckle at your comment. “I wasn’t trying to jump out the window. I was just feeling very claustrophobic and—Anyways, that’s not the point, the point is…” His eyes flickered down, where he was flexing his fingers so they were barely centimeters away from your own. “I told you, that I wouldn’t… Kiss you. Not like that.”

“Mhm?” You pressed. You knew what was going to come next, and maybe you should have made an attempt to stop it before things got out of hand, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do that. You wanted to hear him say what you already knew, you needed to hear him confirm it for you. And then you wanted him to do what he should have done that night.

“What I meant was—“

Before he even got the chance to finish the sentence, Yeonjun and Soobin were back from dropping Yunjin off. The tension almost immediately melted away as you stepped away from each other, turning to face your two roommates. You fought the urge to scream at the two of them for interrupting everything.

“Is she always a clingy drunk?” Yeonjun asked, raising his arms above his head to give them a good stretch. “Honestly, it’s kind of cute that she gets like that.”

“Yeah, very cute.” You agreed, too busy lost in your thoughts to fully comprehend what he had said. Then, you let out a long yawn. “Wow, it’s getting pretty late. I think I’m going to go to sleep.”

Soobin frowned. “You sure? We could work you into our Monopoly game if you wanted. We need help taking down Beomgyu’s capitalistic empire.”

You laughed softly as Beomgyu rolled his eyes. “That sounds fun, but I’m really tired. Another night?” You asked, offering them a weak smile.

“Fine, but we’re holding you to that.” Yeonjun told you, pointing a finger at you as he walked by. You nodded in abeyance, glancing over at Beomgyu as he followed his friends. You could tell he was just as annoyed as you by the interrupted moment, a wave of irritation radiating off of him.

Something told you that next time, he wasn’t going to let you be interrupted.

AFTER YOU BID THE THREE OF THEM GOODNIGHT, you wandered back into your bedroom to crawl into bed with Yunjin, who had thankfully been lulled into a deep sleep. You, on the other hand, were not so lucky.

No matter how hard you tried to sleep, any effort you made proved to be pointless. Your brain was running a million miles an hour, replaying the scene that just played out. Where you had been so close to getting actual confirmation of not only your feelings, but Beomgyu’s as well. How were you supposed to sleep now, with those answers being just down the hall from you?

You rolled around in your bed for what felt like an eternity, smacking your pillows in an attempt to get them comfortable, and trying to steal your blanket back from Yunjin, before finally giving up. You’d spend so much time pent up in there, and you found yourself developing an insatiable need to get up and drink some water.

With a sigh, you finally got up out of the bed. You glanced down at Yunjin, just to make sure she was still doing okay, relieved to see she was still fast asleep. You still made an effort to be quiet, though, tiptoeing across the room and opening the door as gently as you could.

You escaped into the hallway, shutting the door to the room that had started to feel more like a prison cell than a bedroom behind you. You allowed yourself to catch your breath for a moment, leaning back against your door and resting the back of your head on it. It wasn’t until you were out of there you’d realized how claustrophobic the room had felt.

Then, your worst fears came true. You watched in horror as one of the doors opposite you in the hallway opened, revealing the person you simultaneously most wanted and least wanted to see. Beomgyu stood there, looking just as surprised as you were to see you.

“Why are you still awake?” You asked him in a low voice.

He shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep. What about you?”

“I just needed some water.” You avoided your real answer, gesturing in the direction of the kitchen.

“Oh.” He nodded slowly, and though it was a bit dark in the hallway, you could still make out his eyes boring into your own. “I’ll let you do that then.” He smiled, then held out his hand as if he was letting you pass.

“Good night, Gyu.” You smiled at him, pushing yourself off the door to leave him there. And you thought that was where it would end, a quiet goodnight with questions left hanging in the air you could address later.

One thing you forgot about Beomgyu, though, was that he was impatient. And there was no way he was waiting any longer to solve the tension between you.

As you walked past, you were surprised to feel his fingers wrap and your wrist, and even more surprised when he spun you around to face him. Without any hesitation, his arm was around your waist, pulling you flush with him while his lips pressed up against your own.

You didn’t understand how you could have been so stupid before. Now that you were here, kissing Beomgyu, you couldn’t figure out how you’d never realized your attraction to him earlier. It was a good thing you finally did, though, because you were unsure how you had lasted this long without kissing him, since it felt like the greatest thing on the whole planet.

He kissed you hungrily, as though he’d been waiting his whole life just to kiss you. His hands were all over, moving from your waist to your cheeks, to your neck, and up into your hair. You had discovered a hungriness in yourself as well, though, tangling your fingers in his long, black locks to pull him closer to you.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you were like that, kissing each other like the other was water in a desert and you’d been dying of dehydration. You were overcome with this overpowering need to have him closer to you, to have him all over you. As your lips moved in sync, you desperately clung to him, never wanting to let him go.

But he let go of you, breaking the kiss between you and instead resting his forehead against your own while the two of you caught your breath. You wanted more of him, you wanted to dive back in, but you somehow gathered the strength to hold yourself back.

“I meant… I meant something like this.” He whispered to you in breaths, and you glanced up at him through your eyelashes to see him staring down at you.

The realization of what just happened hit you like a truck. In the last 24 hours, you’d broken up with your boyfriend so he could be with his best friend, said ex boyfriend made you realize your feelings for your roommate, then you made out with your roommate in the hallway while all of your friends were sleeping.

You were absolutely screwed.

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soggywert · 2 years

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Top Gun: Maverick hcs that live in my head rent free (based off of imos and me and my life) Pt 4

you heard it here and now folks, it’s part 4! I have more commitment to this series than to my homework. yall are lucky af

- mav can and will flirt with anyone in any given situation; he will give petnames out the more the other reacts (cyclone getting pressed being called honey)

- maverick has a favourite spoon he always uses to eat breakfast with. it is patterned, and is from the last set he received from his parents before they passed. it means a lot to him, so if you use it, he’ll state: ‘that’s my spoon’ and then proceed to stare at you for the rest of the day. only ice knows this. everyone else just comments on not to use that spoon or else.

- the spoon has made him superstitious, so if he cannot use it for breakfast (when he does have breakfast...) it instantly means that he will have a shit day.

- maverick is usually a black coffee guy. straight black coffee. most mornings? just that. sometimes a proper meal if ice or roos nags enough, but mainly just coffee. ice has either an iced coffee (wow aren’t i original) or a latte.

- maverick, after showers, uses his towel to do his hair up to dry it quicker. his hair is too short for that, but he’s been doing to long enough that it’s too awkward to tell him that it won’t work it’s also just funny to see him walk out of a door with a towel wrapped around his head like if he had just come from a salon

- phoenix is everyone's best friend. if you don’t like her; you’re a walking target and that one is on you. she’s a fucking queen and y’all can’t tell me different.

- phoenix is also a great therapist friend, though, sometimes you gotta just give her a hug so she’s reminded that you’re just as there for her as she is you.

- hangman has dyslexia, but is too good at masking it until it comes to writing reports on paper. it’s his worst nightmare, so he usually gets help from rooster by saying what he is thinking and rooster helps write down the important parts for hangman to write on his own

- iceman is a sucker for romance novels and picks up random quotes in them to write on a piece of paper for mav to find, read and collect (based off of a hc @justmiilo made with our ocs)

- mav loves animals; he will be at a party and only hang out with the pet there; he will be dragged around by ice or goose to meet people, before departing back to the pet - loves dogs frfr

- ice is a cat person ice has said: “honestly i am more of a cat boy” the rest of the juniors trying not to cackle: youre a cat boy??

- rooster got mav high once and gave him a flipping heart attack (not actually) mav: bradley is this how im supposed to be feeling i dont know if ive hit right rooster: chill man just relax, youre gonna give yourself a heart attack mav, now really panicking: im gonna have a heart attack???? rooster: no thats not what i- mav: UN-HIGH ME RIGHT NOW BRADLEY PLEA-

- Mav is banned from most public spaces especially train stations. very specific, but he’s made it a thing that he has to get banned from as many stations as possible

- ice and mav cuddling includes mav squaring up to be the big spoon but then melting in ice’s arms when he gets to be little spoon

- mav loves captain jack harkness from doctor who/ torchwood

- hangman complains about when he kisses rooster, his moustache gets in the way, but secretly, he doesnt mind it

- ice took mav to a wine couple art class (based off of the idea that ice can draw from my other hcs) and mav drank the wine while ice did the art

- mav helped bob get out of his comfort zone, to start not wearing a shirt around the beach (based off of the trans!mav and trans!bob hcs) so now they go visit the beach together sometimes to help grow each others confidence (like if mav needs anymore). theyve both had top surgery so

- goose has had a soccer phase, and would make the crew go into teams of two after volleyball to kick the ball around. he loved playing attack, so he could be in the front seat of the action for once.

- mav joined in, but was soon told to just stay in his teams box, because he would run all the way across the field to tackle the ball off of someone yes, soccer doesn’t allow tackling, but mav never got the message in his head, so they just added it to their games. mav then proceeded to become the most tackled person there.

- slider and ice are the biggest supporters of one anothers careers; they see each other like brothers so much it is crazy.

- mav and slider ride their bikes together (slider has a harley)

- ice usually goes out collecting either a drunk slider or a drunk mav off the side of the road

- THIS IS A POPULAR ONE BUT HC THAT ICE RARELY EVER GETS SICK, SO WHEN HE DOES IT TAKES EVERYONE BY SURPRISE - MAV ALSO GETS SICK OFTEN, BUT ITS NEVER THAT BIG. WHEN ITS MORE SERIOUS, EVERYONE IS ONTO HIM TO TRY LOOKING AFTER HIMSELF

- mav teaches the team MA fighting. he dared cyclone to go into a match with him; ends up cyclone is a secret MA fighting genius and mav got his ass beat. the whole team watched.

- cyclone and mav are close from just having to deal with each other. mav giving cyclone headaches, while cyclone gives mavs lectures brought them together. they share a beer here and there at a local bar when they can

- mav hates the city. like, really hates it. over stimulates from it hard.

- mav has ocd; those instrusive thoughts can sometimes be hard for him to control, which can sometimes explain why he does some erratic moves. he never got diagnosed about it till later in life.

- mav and commitment issues follow him everywhere for everything

- when hangman and rooster are exploring areas to carve their initials into around the base, they find mavs and ices old ones (yes, multiple) hidden behind a few desks

- ice dyes his hair to be bleach blonde; it’s actually a golden blonde but he hates it, so he makes it bleach blonde. mav likes his hair either way, but makes fun of ice when he dyes his hair. ice doesnt take kindly to this one day, mav was asleep and woke up with bleached highlights to his hair from ice. he wore a cap everywhere for months

(Part 4/?)

hope you enjoyed these head cannons! i want to do some more when i have the time, but for now, i might try drawing some of these out :)

got any suggestions? leave them down in the comments below! thank you for supporting the series so far!

start here at part 1!: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/hangman-puzzlesolver/692152151697473536?source=share

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wrrrenff · 3 months

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Mystic Messenger: Valentines Day Head Cannons

What these guys would do with you for valentines day! With valentines coming up, what better time to start putting out some valentines related content. There may be some references to the valentines dlc but mainly my own interpretation of what they'd each do/say. Also some of these will take place in the after endings and some wont.

Yoosung:

You're his first valentine so boy is STRESSED trying to plan something perfect

Will go to Zen for advice and takes detailed notes

Saves his money for a month or two to take you out to a really nice restaurant

Gets you a big bouquet of roses

When you've sat down for dinner this poor boy is sweating and a little shaky

He just want everything to be perfect

When you grab his hand and reassure him that anything he did would've been perfect because it was him, he starts to calm down

"MC you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I just wanted to make this night as perfect as you!"

After dinner, he will take you to and ice cream shop for dessert and then take you to a park nearby to walk through while eating

He'll pull you to a bench nearby and share a nice stargazing moment

Excitedly explains some of the constellations and which stars are actually planets

Ends the night back in the apartment with cuddles and kisses

Jaehee:

Valentines isn't one of Jaehee's favorite holidays but she knows you enjoy it

Decides to plan a nice valentines day in since you both have been so busy at the cafe lately

Cooks your favorite meal for dinner and pairs it with a lovely wine

Followed by you favorite dessert and a cup of after dinner coffee

Feeling a little buzz from the wine, you throw on some slow romantic music and you slow dance with each other for a bit

"I'm so lucky to have met you MC. You changed my life."

Ends the night by falling asleep on the couch cuddled up with both of your favorite one of Zen's musicals playing in the background

Zen:

If there was a competition for most romantic, he would win by a mile

Wakes you up with breakfast in bed

Takes you out to do a couples spa day

He usually treats you like royalty but today especially

Gets a call from his 'manager' and has to go to rehearsal last minute to rehearse an important scene

Super apologetic but reassures you the valentines celebration of you will continue later

Sends you to the movies to keep you busy

Flash forward and Zen is picking you up from the movies and takes you to his secret spot that overlooks the city

You notice there is a whole elaborate sunset picnic set up waiting for you

"I'm sorry I had to lie about work. I just wanted to make today as special as you are"

After your picnic you head home and find the whole house dimly lit by candles and rose pedals leading to the bedroom and covering your bed

The man really is a huge romantic

Jumin:

I feel like he keeps his valentines plans pretty classic

He did want to do something extravagant with you like travel out of the country was a little confused when you said you couldn't accepts something so big like that

Ultimately after some explanation from you he understood and dialed it down

Takes the day off of work to spend as much time as possible together

Asked his private chef to make you a special breakfast

In the afternoon, you go have lunch on his yacht

And for dinner, he gives you a gorgeous outfit personally tailored for you, and takes you out to and extremely upscale restaurant

After an incredible dinner and a few glasses of wine he takes you home and you guy get a little hot and heavy

After certain activities take place, he draws a nice relaxing bath for you both to end the night

"You really are an amazing person MC. I can't imagine the rest of my life without you."

Seven:

Like Yoosung, boy is nervous and has never done this before

Does a ton of research on perfect valentines dates and romantic gestures to do for your partner of valentines day.

He decides to take you to a cat cafe!

But not before surprising you with roses first

He read he's supposed to do that and he's so relived when you love them

After the cat cafe, you go check out the new show at the planetarium

When it comes to dinner, he felt too much pressure going out to a fancy restaurant, he orders in some really nice food

To really help with the romantic atmosphere, he dims the lights, lights some candles, and starts playing some of your favorite music

He looks at you with so much love and adoration throughout the night

"Being with you feels right. Like I found where I'm supposed to be. I will never get tired of being with you. Thank you for loving me MC."

You finish of the night by having a movie marathon all cuddle up on the couch snacking on honey buddah chips in true Seven fashion.

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sarahowritesostucky · 4 months

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📖"The Carter Academy for Omega Excellence"

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: age gap, boarding school au, a/b/o, dub-con/non-con, spanking, feminization, dumbification, sexism, misogyny, subjugation, prostate milking, discipline, D/s elements, societal issues, hurt/comfort, mentions of past self-harm, onlyfans, predatory behavior, gender politics

Summary: Bucky is not pleased when he finds out that his parents tricked him and he's being forced to stay at the school.

Author's Note: *reformatted with a few age and plot changes to adhere to Tumblr's ToS*

(Wait! I haven't read Part 1 Part 2 yet!)

Part 3 - A Pedagogy Steeped in Tradition, cont'd

Previously: “How long until you whip him into shape?” Ransom asks as they return back to Steve’s office. They’ve just walked in the room, and James is turning around to look at them as they come through the door.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Steve hems, catching the boy’s gaze and giving him a warm look. “I bet you he’ll be a new James by spring break.”

James’ eyes narrow. “Bucky,” he says.

“Excuse me?”

“My name is Bucky,” he repeats peevishly. “Nobody calls me James except my grandparents.”

Steve nods, ignoring the boy’s tone. “Nice to meet you then, Bucky. I take it Sharon had to leave?” Bucky shrugs in lieu of an answer, and Steve allows the attitude to go unchecked only because the boy’s parents are still present. “Sharon is a wonderful Handler,” he tells him instead. “I’m sure the two of you will get along famously.”

Bucky glowers at him.

Steve catches the eye of the security officer. “Mr. Rumlow, you can take up your post in the hall. Thank you for waiting with him.”

“Sir.” Brock nods and heads out.

“Oh, Bucky, just wait until you see this place, it’s so neat! It’s got such history.” Winnifred gushes about it to her son, trying to get him excited, telling him about all the different things they saw on their tour of Cragside. She calls it a “castle,” which draws a bit of a laugh from Steve.

“Hardly, Mrs. Barnes,” he chuckles.

“Oh, it’s Drysdale,” she corrects. “My name.”

Steve looks over to Bucky. “Oh. But I thought—”

“I’m remarried,” she explains. “Bucky is from my first marriage. He chooses to use his father’s surname.”

“Ah. I see. My apologies, Mrs. Drysdale.” Steve doesn’t miss the sour expression that flits over Bucky’s face. Steve clears his throat and gestures towards the couches. “I’m just having the paperwork drawn up. It should arrive soon. Would you care to take a seat while we wait? Afternoon tea’s an entire thing over here, and it is about that time.”

“Paperwork?” Bucky says, attention sharpening on them. “What paperwork?”

“Nothing to concern yourself with, little one,” Steve says, very aware of the displeasure that flits across Bucky’s face at being addressed that way.

“Whatever,” he mutters. “I’ve already decided I don’t want to go here anyway. It’s an all omegas school. Did you guys know that?” He’s asking his mother and stepfather, and Winnifred sighs while Ransom scoffs.

“It’s exactly the sort of environment you need, you little punk. Can’t be a skank here. All you can do is study. That’s what school’s for.”

“Ransom,” Winnie scolds.

“That’s the sort of thing pompous losers who can’t get laid say,” Bucky tosses back, and Steve makes a quick assumption that there is no love lost between these two.

“I’ll call for the tea,” he says, trying to stop their bickering. It works, somewhat, and the Drysdales sit across from Steve on the room’s conversation couches when the service has been delivered and set out on the coffee table between them. Steve catches Rumlow’s questioning look through the doorway as the servants are leaving, but shakes his head smally, confident that he can handle an unruly pup like Bucky all by himself, if things get testy.

Predictably, Bucky stays standing while the real adults have tea. He ignores his mother when she suggests that he have a seat, and he keeps making aggressive eye contact with Steve each time he comes over to grab another petit four off the tiered stand to eat.

“Oh Bucky, honestly,” Winnifred scolds after the fifth one. “They’re not all just for you.”

Bucky doesn’t respond to her, just shoves most of the scone in his mouth while he confronts Steve with a blunt, “I’m not even gonna apply to this place.” Steve stares him down, but Bucky doesn’t break eye contact, the little shit.

“Well,” Steve says calmly, “We’re not a university. We’re a boarding school. Our students are enrolled by their guardians. It’s more a transfer of custody than it is your traditional college application.” He watches as Bucky’s face screws up in confusion.

“What?” he says. “What are you talking about?” He turns to the couch where Winnifred and Ransom are sitting. “What’s he talking about?”

WInnifred leans forward anxiously. “Well, honey, we didn’t think you’d agree to come if we told you.”

“Told me what?” Bucky expression is rapidly darkening. He turns on Ransom with a scowl. “What is this place?”

“It’s a reform school. And you’re attending,” Ransom says.

“No. … You’re joking me right now … right? Are you shitting me?”

He shrugs. “I’ve already paid your tuition. You should be thanking me.”

“Thanking you?! I only agreed to this stupid trip because you promised we could go see Stonehenge and some castles and shit! Not so you could imprison me at some fucking oldworld boarding school in the middle of fucking nowhere! Fuck you!”

Winnifred nearly chokes on her tea. “Bucky!”

“This is a very prestigious, traditional, very expensive school, you little shit,” Ransom grits, pointing at Bucky. “Maybe they’ll actually be able to drum some manners into you, teach you how to be a proper omega. You need some good old fashioned discipline. ”

“I really don’t care what you think I need, Rancid,” Bucky snaps. “God. I should’ve known the second I saw that one guy on a leash.” He looks over at Steve with a nasty expression. “You’re one of those red pill Alphas, aren’t you? One of those incels who can’t get laid and blames all your problems on the omegas of the world and modern society and feminism and shit, right?”

“What’s with the obsession with getting laid, Mr. Barnes?” Steve drawls, completely unaffected by Bucky’s tantrum. “This is The Carter Academy for Omega Excellence. We’re a finishing school and reform facility aimed at older teens and young adults; exclusive, secure, and very well-equipped to handle whatever hissy fit you might decide to throw at us. This is a school for the rich and overindulged, but not in the ways you’re probably used to. We tame some of the most spoilt brats in Europe here. So I’d advise you to behave. Things will go much harder for you if you don’t.” Steve knows immediately from watching Bucky’s face fall that this is the first time the kid is hearing the full name of the school said out loud. He resists the urge to laugh about how clueless that makes him. The school’s emblem is printed clear as day all over the place, but Bucky has clearly missed every single sign that litters the campus. “Kids these days,” Steve simpers, staring down the boy’s rapidly darkening expression. “Noses always buried in your phones, huh?”

Bucky’s fingers grip tighter around the cellphone in his hand, glaring, and then he whips around to scowl at Ransom instead. “You,” he growls. “You tricked me!”

Ransom looks like his mind is already elsewhere—perhaps on the rest of the vacation he’s already unashamedly told Steve he plans to take without his pesky stepson in tow. “What can I say? You’re pretty easy to trick.”

“You can’t just leave me here!” Bucky squawks from around another mouthful of food, crumbs scattering to the carpet as he flings the hand that’s holding his scone. “I didn’t even know places like this were a real thing anymore! Like a fucking convent? Like some sort of fucked up juvie-meets-Hogwarts?!”

“Bucky, really,” his mother scolds, lips pursed. “You’re making a mess on Principal Rogers’ floor.”

Steve waves her off. “That’s alright, Mrs. Drysdale.” He looks at Bucky. “You’ll be surprised just how well it works, Cupcake. You’ll have no distractions from your education here.” The ‘Cupcake’ obviously goes over like a lead balloon with Bucky, if his continuing glower is anything to go by. Steve ignores the kid’s petulance and turns back to converse with the parents. “The girls’ school still operates down in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, at our original campus. A generous benefactor donated this estate, so now all of our male students attend here at Cragside.”

“Finishing school,” Bucky grumbles over to the side, still displeased. “This is bullshit.”

“Language, Mr. Barnes,” Steve corrects blithely, and keeps on with Winnifred, “My business partner, Ms. Carter, she’s to act as Headmistress there moving forward. ‘Carter Girls’ Academy’ is now its own entity and will operate independent of this institution.” He looks back to Bucky and locks eyes with him. “Sorry to disappoint you, but out here it’s just us boys, I’m afraid.”

It’s laughably obvious how Steve does not fit into any category with Bucky, let alone that of “boy,” and Steve is pleased to note a light dusting of color on the kid’s cheeks after that. Bucky goes tight-lipped once again, and Steve leaves him to his teenaged sulking as he finishes entertaining the parents and assuring them that their son will be well looked after during his time at school. The paperwork for Bucky’s admission arrives and is reviewed, and soon Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale have signed their son over to Steve’s care and are saying their goodbyes.

Winnifred pulls him into a long hug, which Bucky tolerates with limp arms. “Be good,” Steve hears her say. “And remember how generous your stepfather’s being.”

“Sixty grand a semester,” Ransom mutters on the way out, reminding Steve that money can’t buy class.

One of the school prefects is waiting out in the hall to act as escort, Brock standing directly against the opposite side of the hallway in his security guard gear. Steve catches Bucky looking at the man like he’s gauging his chances of making a run for it, but luckily the boy relents and turns away from the door with a huff. Steve sees the parents out and then finally pushes the heavy office door closed.

The room is suddenly twenty times more silent than it was before, though not much has changed other than who’s occupying it.

Without turning to look at Bucky, Steve walks leisurely over to the office’s wall of windows. He waits there for a moment, until the Drysdales appear in the courtyard below. He watches placidly as they walk to their car and get in, heading off down the drive within the next few moments. Cragside is abutted by forest on every side but one, and soon the trees block the car from view, and there’s nothing more to see. Still, Steve remains standing there, looking out the windows at the grounds and letting the silence stretch out, the tension build, as the boy behind him stares his fill. (Steve is not unaware of what he looks like from the back in a tailored suit.)

Finally, he turns around. Bucky is still standing there in the middle of the room, looking rooted to the spot. He seems apprehensive now that it’s just the two of them, some of his earlier bravado leached away. But after a moment he seems to collect himself, and he winds up jutting his jaw out again.

Steve’s mouth quirks at that lingering bit of defiance. He always has enjoyed the process of breaking in a new student. “Alright, Honey,” he says softly. “That was fun back there. But now it’s time for the two of us to get properly acquainted, don’t you think?” He beckons him closer with a finger. “Come over here and let me have a look at you.”

Bucky doesn’t move, so Steve sighs and goes to him, fitting one hand to the front of his neck when he gets there. He holds him right underneath his jaw, pushing up to make Bucky look at him. Steve’s hand looks massive against the boy’s delicate throat, and he digs in with his thumb against the glands. Bucky lets out a sweet little gasp of sensitivity that Steve absolutely relishes. “You’re nervous,” he observes. He watches the fluttering of Bucky’s eyelids at his firm touch, his deep tone. Something between fondness and yearning flares in Steve’s belly, pleasurable and aching, like pressing on an old bruise. He ignores it, instead murmuring, “You’ve never had an Alpha, have you?”

Bucky’s eyes flick up to him. “I’m not a virgin,” he sneers. “I’ve fucked alphas before.”

Steve scoffs. “That’s not what I said.” He sees Bucky’s brow furrowing, so he cuts him off with a little scruff. “I said: you’ve never had an Alpha before.” He pulls against his jaw a little harder, watching the reaction it elicits in those angry blue eyes. “Don’t play coy with me, boy. Answer the question. You haven’t, have you?”

“No,” Bucky answers tightly. “I haven’t.”

Steve nods. He relaxes his hand some. “Then that means most of this is all going to be new to you. You’ve had a liberal education, a lax upbringing. A lot’s going to be asked of you while you’re here. There’ll be a lot you don’t know. You’ll make mistakes, you’ll struggle sometimes. And that’s okay. Rome wasn’t built in a day, now was it?” He strokes softly over the boy’s fluttering pulsepoint and Voices, “I do, however, expect you to be respectful and obedient. Do you understand?”

Bucky whimpers, though Steve isn’t being unkind. In fact he’s Voiced very softly to him just now, letting the dominant tone of it creep into the words he’s saying, letting it enrich them without hardening them, so that Bucky can really start to get a taste for it. The boy’s eyelids visibly flutter and his lips part as he starts to breathe open-mouthed. Then his tongue darts out to lick his lips as he tries to get a handle on himself. It’s cute.

Steve circles the pad of his thumb over his bonding gland. “Has anyone ever Voiced to you before, baby?”

Bucky nods. “Uh huh.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Steve gently corrects. “Who?”

“Who ... huh?”

Steve chuckles. “Aw, don’t go stupid on me yet, honey. I asked you: who’s Voiced to you before?”

“Oh. Just, um, just some … some guys … n’ a girl, from school. Hey,” he frowns, “M’not stupid.”

“Hush. You get worked up too easy. Just try and stay calm for me, yeah?” A thrill travels through Steve’s body as he watches Bucky’s lips part and his face slacken. He’s so easy for it. In his slacks, Steve’s cock pulses with interest. “Oh Sweetie,” he coos. “You don’t know what Voicing is, if you think one of your little classmates did it to you.”

Under his hand, Bucky shivers. “What?” he croaks.

It’s no wonder. If all he’s ever experienced are the best attempts of a few pubertal teenagers, then a grown ass man like Steve is bound to feel like a lot. It’s like giving a shot of hard liquor to a kid who’s never drank before. The poor thing has no tolerance. Steve guides him over to the couch, where he sits and encourages Bucky to kneel with a guiding hand pressing down on his shoulder. “There you go,” he praises as Bucky’s knees hit the floor, not missing how the boy’s brow furrows adorably at the change in positioning.

“I … I don’t …” He looks insulted and confused about how he arrived there, staring down at his knees on the carpet as if they’ve just betrayed him by folding so easily.

“It’s okay,” Steve soothes. “That’s normal. I know it can be a little unsettling at first, that won’t last. You’ll learn to enjoy it, embrace it, even. And it’s certainly nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Ashamed of … what?” Bucky asks, swallowing thickly when Steve touches his neck again. He jerks back, the Alpha’s hand left hovering in the air between them.

Steve sighs sadly and lets his hand drop. “Submission, Sweetheart. That urge to bare your neck? Going to your knees for me just now? It’s what made that feel right.” He watches the realization bloom on Bucky’s face and the fear leak into his eyes, the way he glances back down to his own body like he’s never seen it before. Steve makes sure to be gentle with him as he says, “It’s not a bad thing to give in when you get the urge. Your body craves it. Your brain thrives on it.”

“On what?” Bucky growls nastily. “Getting into blowjob position for my principal?”

Steve forces himself not to laugh and instead raises an eyebrow that he hopes looks threatening. “Thrives on submission,” he corrects. “It’s already in you, an innate reflex, but for whatever reason you��ve trained yourself out of it. You’ll have to relearn those behaviors.”

“What behaviors,” Bucky asks, “grovelling?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Hardly. Things like humility, and subservience, thinking before you speak. Don’t worry, most of our matriculating students are out of practice at best, we know you need a lot of help. That’s why you get the staff, your teachers, me. And of course your Handler, who’s in charge of you completely.” He sees Bucky’s expression sour and sternly adds, “Completely, Bucky. When your Handler asks you to do something, it isn’t a request. If they tell you to kneel, or to sit on their lap, or even strip naked in front of them in a public space, then that’s what you do. That’s how it works here. And if you resist, you can count on punishment.” He watches as Bucky’s visage darkens, a storm of contempt gathering behind his eyes.

“Naked?” he says, scowling. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Shh,” Steve chides, trying to calm him with a pet to the head. Bucky hisses in rejection though, trying to jerk away, so Steve acts decisively. He grabs the back of his neck, scruffing him and forcing him in close. “Don’t fight, Bucky. Just calm down, rest your head down here.” Bucky grunts and pulls, but that only lasts a second before the Hold and Steve’s Voice make him go limp with a confused whimper. Steve hushes him and strokes his hair. “You’re okay … Take a deep breath ... There you go, good girl.” He waits. “… Now, I'm going to explain a few things for you. I want you to listen.”

Bucky grumbles unhappily from his spot between Steve’s legs, his cheek smooshed against the Alpha’s thigh muscle. “What punishments?” he growls.

“Hush.” Steve presses Bucky’s face against his leg and waits until he feels the next shudder of submission travel through his body. “Okay. Okay, good.” He inhales. “So, punishment. That can be lots of things. It can be spanking, or lines, or restraints at bedtime. It just depends on the situation and what your Handler feels is going to help you best in that specific situation. Often it’ll involve losing privileges of some sort; to your favorite activities or your clothing, or even bathroom privileges if you—”

“What?!”

Steve squeezes his neck again. “We can start right now if you need it,” he purrs, the threat coming through loud and clear despite his calm tone. He waits, and is pleased when Bucky offers no further bratting over the issue. “Okay, good.” He returns to petting him, fingers carding through his short, soft hair. There’s product in it, and Steve would bet money it’s blow-dried. He finds himself wanting to feel it in its natural state. “If you leave your hair alone after a shower,” he murmurs. “Does it dry curly?”

Bucky whines and squirms and completely ignores the question. “You just wanna humiliate me.”

“No, baby,” Steve tuts sadly. “That’s not it at all. I know it’ll seem that way sometimes, especially in the beginning. But this is all for you, I promise. To benefit you in the long run. To make you happy. Everything we do at this school is based on what the science has proven, okay? Evidence-based practice, that’s all. We wouldn’t use these methods if they didn’t work.”

“... what methods?” Bucky asks, voice tiny.

Steve hums and rubs behind his ear. “I’m sure a lot of it will seem old fashioned to you. It is old fashioned, or ‘traditional’ if you like. You met Sharon earlier, yes?” He waits for Bucky’s grunt of acknowledgement before he continues, “She’ll be your Handler. She’s personally assigned to you and nobody else, so she’ll be with you every day all day, almost everywhere you go.”

“Great,” Bucky complains

“It’s a good thing. She’s here to help you with your needs. Just think of her like … like a service animal, yeah? Just a tool to help you succeed.”

“Does she heel and sit?” Bucky mutters, and Steve laughs in surprise.

“No. The other way around, if anything. You have a schedule. You’ll attend the classes and activities that’re set out for you, and you’ll comport yourself with dignity and respect.”

“You assume I know how to do that,” Bucky grumbles, and Steve scoffs and scruffs him playfully,

“Don’t worry about if you don’t know certain things, Sharon will guide you. You’ll never be punished for not knowing something, Buck. Only for disrespect or disobedience.” He pauses for a moment, letting the information sink in. He pets Bucky’s hair and watches where the kid’s got his eyes closed tight. “Do you understand?” he asks, but Bucky doesn’t answer, not even after a few seconds, so Steve gives the back of his neck another firm squeeze. “You don’t have control anymore, Sweetheart. Not over anything. And far from upsetting you, that should make you feel relieved. By the time you leave here it will.”

Not shockingly, Bucky growls. It’s just a piddly little thing from high up in his throat—an omega’s weak attempt at a sound their bodies aren’t equipped to make—but the intent behind it is clear. He struggles to pull away, Steve Holding him and pushing his face against his thigh until it passes. “Shhh. Calm down. Stop pulling away from me.”

Bucky continues to fight it for a second or two, but eventually he breaks off in an angry little sob. “Lemme go,” he grunts, embarrassed. “What is that? What’re you doing?”

“Holding you,” Steve tells him calmly. “Another thing I suspect you’re completely virgin to.”

Bucky huffs and shivers against him. “Shuddup,” he sniffles. “That’s not true.”

“Mhm. Some more of your school buddies?” Steve guesses, unsurprised when the kid’s flaming face tells him that he’s got it pegged just about right. “I see,” he says sadly. “So it wasn’t what people made it sound like, right? It didn’t make you feel any better. Then you got disappointed and you thought: ‘that’s it?’”

“No …”

“Mmhm. And since it wasn’t good enough, you decided you wouldn’t bother behaving the way anybody said you should. You figured there’s something wrong with you, so what’s the point in trying? Might as well act out, get attention that way. Because at least then you’d be getting a response from people. Am I getting warm?”

“Lemme go,” Bucky mumbles miserably.

“I’d like to, Sweetheart. But I don’t want to let go if you’re not ready.” Steve maneuvers his hand so that his thumb can dig more directly into Bucky’s glands. The omega moans, though he obviously hears himself and tries to stifle the sound. It’s both sweet and pathetic, and it makes Steve wince in sympathy. “It’s okay to react,” he tells him quietly. “Do you know why it feels like that?”

He isn’t expecting an answer from the kid, and he doesn’t get one. Bucky just cringes and tries to hide as much of his face against Steve’s thigh as possible, holding back the sounds that obviously want to come and making a face like he’s trying with all his might not to pass gas.

Steve tuts in gentle reprimand. “They call them the ‘happy hormones’. Dopamine, Serotonin, Oxytocin, Omgestrin.” He lets up on the pressure of his Hold when the smell of omega arousal hits the air. Bucky exhales hugely and slumps against him, all the tension from holding back his vocalizations leaving him in a rush. Steve hums knowingly. “You’ll learn about the science behind it in your classes.”

“I have to go to class?” Bucky asks, sounding wiped out. “Today?”

“No baby. Today is just for getting you settled in.” Steve tilts his head as he considers him. “Do you think you’re ready to work with me, or do you still feel like you’re gonna act up if I let go?” He waits him out patiently, knowing that when it’s new and unfamiliar, the first response most omegas give to having all of their control stripped away is fear and discomfort. “It’s okay if you need time,” he offers. “We can stay here for a little while longer.”

Eventually, Bucky gives a strained little shake of the head, his flushed cheek moving against Steve’s pants leg. But it’s more the fact that he’s visibly thought about his answer before giving it that convinces Steve they might be okay to move forward.

“Okay, good,” he praises, letting up most of the pressure from the back of Bucky’s neck. He smiles in relief when the boy doesn’t pull away. “Very good, Honey. I can tell you’re trying, and I appreciate that. You’re doing okay.” Bucky makes an unhappy little sound in his throat, but it’s more privately grumpy than it is bratty, so Steve lets it pass. “You’re a smart boy,” he tells him, carding a hand through his hair. “I’ve seen your transcripts, so I know you’re very bright. Smart omega like you, I’m sure you’ve got an idea about what’s landed you here. Some clue about why you’re in my office right now instead of back home in Boston. Am I right?”

“... yes,” Bucky whispers, like he’s still recovering the ability to articulate.

“Mmhm. Thought so.” Steve pets his hair. “Think you can tell me a little bit about that?”

“... I get in trouble for things.”

“Yes. Your parents told me that.” Steve feels him start to tense at the mention of his parents. “I know you disagree with them on this. Hell, you probably disagree on most topics, right? You don’t want to be here, don’t think you need to be, and they think you do.” Bucky nods teresely and Steve hums. “Well don’t worry, I’m not going to make you lie and say you’re happy about being here. I know you’re not. But can we at least agree on one thing? That for whatever reason, and no matter where you think it stems from, you’ve been uncomfortable for a while?”

Against Steve’s leg, Bucky is tense. He gives a tiny nod. “Yeah,” he breathes.

“Okay. And could we maybe agree that the way you’ve acted hasn’t exactly gotten you where you wanted to be?”

Bucky scoffs. “Yeah. You could say that.”

Steve smiles sadly. “Okay. Okay, good. So that’s two things we can agree on. I bet I have your parents beat on that front, then, huh?” He scritches playfully behind the kid’s ear, but stills when it doesn’t elicit anything positive. “So, why do you think that is, Bucky? Why do you think you’ve had these issues?”

“Dunno,” he pouts. “I don’t think about it that much.”

“Well why do you think a judge agreed that your parents should have custody of you for an extra two years?” Steve asks. “Would you say you do things impulsively?”

Bucky shrugs. “I guess.”

“Hm. That doesn’t surprise me. I’ve met a lot of boys like you. Even helped a few of them, if you can believe it.”

Bucky grumbles at that, shifting restlessly on his knees. “You don’t know me,” he mutters. He tucks his face farther down, and then Steve catches the angry little “... this is bullshit” that he whispers under his breath.

Steve pulls his hand away abruptly and widens his legs so that no part of him is touching Bucky. The omega sways in place and makes a fragile noise of surprise. He looks up at Steve and blinks, looking bereft. Poor thing hadn’t even realized he was taking such comfort from the contact until it was gone.

“Stand up,” Steve says sharply, using his Voice and the abrupt switch in tone to catch the boy off guard. Bucky obeys without even thinking about it, rising to his feet in front of Steve with a light frown, once again looking like he can’t quite understand why he’s obeying Steve’s commands. Steve nods at him. “Good. Now take off all your clothes.”

“What?”

He prevents a tantrum by reaching forward himself and undoing Bucky’s belt. “Your clothes,” he repeats. “Take them off and show me your body, right now.” He plays on the boy’s pride by tacking on a scornful, “What? I thought you said you weren’t some shy virgin. Gotta get over that embarrassment real fast, Little one.”

It works like a charm, Bucky’s countenance screwing up in anger before it smooths out again with false bravado. He squares his shoulders and makes direct eye contact with Steve as he toes off his shoes and finishes undoing his pants. He pushes them down and kicks them off to the side, then pulls his sweater hurriedly overhead. He stares at Steve once it’s off, and he probably thinks he’s acting so big and brave, but Steve sees him for exactly what he is: a scared little boy who doesn’t think he can depend on anybody else.

“Panties too, Sweetheart,” Steve prods, and when Bucky can’t seem to bring himself to do it, he leans forward to help. He gently pulls the omega’s underwear down, easing the waistband past his genitals and down his thighs. He encourages him with gentle touches to step out, and then Bucky winds up holding onto his shoulders for balance as he helps him step out of the socks, one foot at a time. By the time Steve’s sitting back on the couch to have a good look at him, Bucky’s standing before him completely naked.

Steve’s eyes track down to where he holds his arms ramrod straight at his sides, hands curled into tight little fists in an obvious effort not to cover himself. “Good girl,” Steve praises. “That was very good. Thank you.” He lets his eyes rake obviously up and down Bucky’s body, enjoying the sight of him, but more importantly letting Bucky see that he’s enjoying the sight of him. “You’re just lovely,” he tells him. On the Persian carpet, Bucky’s feet shuffle, shifting his weight in disquiet. “Shhh,” Steve chides softly. “Be still now, Honey. Let me look.”

The looking is, of course, not so much for Steve’s benefit as it is for Bucky’s. Steve’s already seen pictures and medical charts detailing every square inch of the omega’s body. This is about giving Bucky a taste of what it truly means to be vulnerable. He needs to feel seen, exposed, before he can ever truly learn to give in to his submissive urges. And he needs to learn to trust. Trust that the person caring for him won’t hurt him or let him down after he’s made himself vulnerable. It’s something that can only be gained through moments like this; experiences where he shows his metaphorical belly and bears his metaphorical neck. The more he learns to do that, the easier it’ll be to give in to what his body needs.

“Turn around and face the other way,” Steve says quietly, though still using his Voice to help him along in these first few moments of nakedness. Bucky obeys, turning, and Steve makes sure to rumble low in his chest for the boy to hear his approval. “Good girl,” he praises.

“M’not a girl,” Bucky grumbles, annoyed.

Steve tuts. “Come on, Buck. I’ve got two masters degrees and a Ph.D. And I just saw your little cocklet, didn’t I?”

“... yeah,” Bucky admits, though he also sullenly repeats: “M’not a girl,” under his breath.

“It’s a term of affection,” Steve scolds, eyes raking over the omega’s pert little backside. “Now be a good girl and stand still while Alpha looks at you.”

Bucky’s buttocks tense, the sides flexing gorgeously in response to the domination of being called a “good girl” all over again. That flex of muscles is involuntary, and a dead giveaway that if Steve were to grab his cheeks and spread them right now, he’d probably find his little hole clenching and releasing, too. In his slacks, Steve’s cock thickens with renewed interest. Bucky starts to whine almost subvocally. He shuffles his weight on his feet again, and the motion causes the room’s light to catch on a faint sheen. It’s a small amount, but it’s there. Right by his taint and the swell of his little sac, he’s got some slick smeared on his inner thighs.

Steve has to take a deep breath and give his dick a cruel pinch while he’s still got Bucky facing the other way. “Good,” he murmurs, letting a few more seconds tick by. “Very good.”

Bucky’s ass keeps flexing, muscles tensed and his hands still clenched up into tight little balls at his sides. “Can I move?” he grits.

“Not yet. Be still.”

Steve knows what’s going on in the kid’s mind and body right now. Most people watching Bucky would only recognize the anger, or the fear. It is those things, to an extent, but that’s not all it is. Even without that tantalizing little smear of slick, Steve would know, because can detect the deeper scent of satisfied omega. Bucky’s responding well to the orders and directions, miniscule as they are.

“Nobody wants to bully you here, honey,” Steve tells him gently. “It might feel like that at first. I bet that’s how you feel right now. I know you’re not used to such a … traditional pedagogy. But I want you to know I’m not doing this to be mean. Nothing that happens to you during your time here is done just to humiliate or demean you. It might make you feel that way at first, but in the end you’ll see that this is about helping you.”

Bucky’s facing the other side of the room, but Steve still hears the disbelieving scoff he gives. “I don’t feel like this is helping,” he says, tacking on a sarcastic “Sir” at the end.

Steve calmly leans forward and flicks the boy’s sac. Bucky yelps and all but jumps out of his skin, looking back over his shoulder with wide eyes and an outraged scoff. “Hey!”

“Hush. Turn back around and stand still.” Steve raises an eyebrow. “Unless you’d like another?” It’s almost amusing, how fast Bucky’s lips seal themselves into a thin line and he shakes his head with wide eyes. He turns around as ordered, and Steve softens. “Look,” he says gently. “I’ve been doing this for a long time now, and I’ve helped a lot of boys like you, okay?

“You think you have,” Bucky counters mutinously, shoulders tensing a second later as he anticipates having his balls flicked again for brattiness.

The only reason Steve doesn’t do so, is because this is a point worth addressing. “No, Baby,” he counters sadly. “It works. It really does. This isn't just an Alpha’s ego talking, or whatever you may think it is. I haven’t been Headmaster at this school for almost two decades for nothing. Trust me, we produce the desired results.”

“... whose, though?”

“Excuse me?”

Bucky shifts nervously. “Whose? Desired results?”

Steve has got to smirk at Bucky’s backside, at that one. Even cowed, it’s clear this boy is going to be a challenge. “Let’s just put it this way,” he drawls. “If my methods here didn’t produce well-behaved omegas, parents wouldn’t still be sending me their children to educate at sixty-grand a semester. And if that doesn’t carry weight in your book, then think of this: If my methods didn’t produce happy, grateful omegas, then all of my omega alumnus wouldn’t still be donating millions of their own dollars back to their alma mater each year, now would they?”

He can see from the way that Bucky’s posture slackens, then stiffens, then slackens all over again, that the boy can’t come up with a counter argument to that one. “Good,” Steve says with finality. “Remember that. I really do mean it, Bucky. I want you to take it to heart when I tell you that everything that happens while you're here is for you. To make you happy and healthy.” He can practically hear Bucky’s brain working up there, and sure enough it only takes a moment or two more of bare-assed vulnerability before the omega is snottily asking,

“Any other advice, Headmaster?”

“Oh sure,” Steve says cheerfully. “For example, I’d definitely advise you to try and reign in your attitude while you’re here. You and your ass will have a much easier time of it, if you do.” He’s laying it on heavy right now, but he’s had plenty of students like Bucky, and he’s always found that it’s best to come in hard and fast with the dominance, take them by surprise and play to their bodies’ own instincts before they can gather too much of a defense. Still, he switches to speaking in his most gentle and reassuring Voice as he tells him, “You’re handling this well, Bucky. I’m pleased with you so far.” He gives it another long moment, and then he murmurs, “Okay, Honey. You can turn back around now. Face me.”

Bucky turns slowly, one foot at a time, shifting on the carpet until he’s made a full turn. Steve isn’t surprised to see his little cocklet at half mast. He smiles gently to let him know it’s okay. “I expected that,” he tells him. “Did you know that it’s normal for your body to react that way?” He waits, but Bucky gives no answer. He’s glaring at the floor and quite obviously clenching his teeth. Steve hums. “You’re probably pissed at me right now, yeah?”

“Yes.”

Steve chuckles. “I appreciate your honesty, Bucky,” he teases. “And I know you’re pissed. It’s obvious. I’d be surprised if you weren’t.” He pauses, waiting until Bucky’s eyes flick up to him before he pointedly looks at the boy’s penis. “But you’re also aroused. Why do you think that is?” Bucky’s lips tighten into a thin, unanswering line, and Steve sits forward on the couch cushion. “C’mere.” He spreads his legs wider and pats his knee. “Step closer to me,” he Voices, and that time Bucky does listen and come closer, despite the attitudinal little huff he gives. Steve stills him with hands on his hips. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he says, before reaching to take him in hand.

Bucky gasps, his stomach sucking in and his body tensing up like he’ll pull away. Steve’s palm makes a loud ‘clap!’ as he delivers a quick smack to the side of his ass. “Be still.”

“... what’re you gonna do?” Bucky squeaks.

“I’m going to touch your genitals,” Steve tells him calmly. “And you’re going to hold still, unless you want to earn your first spanking.” He looks up at him, meeting those wide eyes with a calm nod. “I’ll put you over my knee right now if you need it,” he promises. Then he raises an eyebrow. “Do you need it, boy?”

Bucky’s face screws up, and Steve is honestly surprised when he controls himself enough that the only thing out of his mouth is a terse, “No.”

Steve smacks him again. “‘No Alpha’. Let me hear you say it.”

Jaw working in frustration, Bucky acquiesces with a gritted, “No, Alpha.”

Steve gives him a few seconds more of the warning look, just to make sure that he knows he’ll make good on the threat if he needs to. “Good,” he says, looking back between Bucky’s legs. “You know,” he muses, as he takes his time admiring the omega’s little prick. “This school isn’t just a place for academic learning. We teach all the classics, of course, but that’s probably the least important part of our curriculum. There are a lot of other things to learn: Manners, etiquette, self-care … and how to listen to your own body, how to understand what it’s trying to tell you, how to interpret the things you feel.” He cups his hand over Bucky’s cocklet and balls, holding them delicately in his palm. “I’ve barely touched you, yet you’re harder now than you were even thirty seconds ago. Do you know why?”

Above, Bucky gulps. “... fear boner,” he whispers, and when Steve snorts at that, he pouts and asserts, “It’s a thing.”

Steve smiles. “That’s cute, but no.” Gently, he takes Bucky’s stiff little prick in hand and plays with the wrinkle of foreskin that’s bunched at the tip. “Omegas are less than four percent of the population,” he murmurs. “And alphas not even double that. Which means, that despite your natural inclinations, you wind up spending most of your time around a bunch of betas. Of course it wouldn’t have been that way historically. Those things used to be arranged, but in modern society it has unfortunately become all too common.” He peeks upwards, pleased to see that Bucky’s staring down at him with parted lips and flushed cheeks.

“S-so?” he breathes.

“So, right now you’re in a room with an adult alpha male who’s touching you, and talking to you, and dominating you. And you’re biologically geared to respond to those things, especially when you haven’t had much regular exposure to alphas. That just increases your sensitivity. So that when I use my Voice, when you smell my scent, or when you see my big hand covering your tiny sex …” he cups him fully between his legs again and gives a little jostle “It’s all hardwired into your brain as positive, pleasurable. Your body likes it, seeks out more of it. That’s why you’re even getting a little wet right now.”

Bucky bristles in defense, “I’m not—”

“Shh. You don’t have to do that, honey. I already know.” Steve holds his prick and eases the foreskin down, revealing the delicate pink tip of him with an approving hum. “Mmhm. There it is. Look at that sweet little nubbin.”

Bucky all but stumbles into him, whispering a breathless, “Alpha …”

“That’s right. Good girl.” Steve steadies him with a chuckle. “You’re okay. Don’t lock your knees, honey. See what happens?” He trails a fingertip over the adorable little line of Bucky’s erection, eliciting another whimper from the boy. “It’s okay for you to call me that. I am your Alpha while you’re under custody here, and you may not think you care about that, but your body does. So even though you’re feeling all these other kinds of other emotions right now—anger, fear, embarrassment; your mind and body are still going to fight you on it. They’re gonna prioritize and respond to what you need, and if you don’t change your behavior to reflect those same priorities, then the only outcome you’re gonna get is dysfunction and illness.”

“I’m not,” Bucky says weakly, brow furrowed. “M’not dysfunctive.”

Steve smiles sadly. “Well first off, that’s not a word, baby.” He pulls on Bucky’s hips and leans back further into the couch, urging the boy to come down to sit on his lap. When he does, Syteve cups his chin and pecks him gently on the lips. It’s the most chaste kiss to ever exist, but the boy is still blushing when Steve pulls back enough to see his cheeks. Steve wraps an arm around his waist to draw him in against his larger body. “Now Bucky, I’m going to ask you something, and you don’t have to answer right away. I want you to take time to really think about it. And when you’re ready, you tell me.”

The boy’s looking up at him with wide, confused eyes that pluck at Steve’s heart, and Steve swipes his thumb just under his plush lower lip. “When’s the last time you were happy?” he asks quietly. Bucky’s expression instantly screws up, but Steve hushes him. “I don’t mean just happy from having fun in the moment, or from a specific thing that happened. I mean ‘happy’ as in content, consistently and thoroughly. When’s the last time you can remember when you felt truly settled in your skin?”

Bucky frowns. “I …”

“Shh. Remember what I said. Not right now. You just think on it.” Steve offers him a tender look and squeezes his chin. “You think you can do that for me?”

“... okay,” Bucky whispers.

Steve smiles. “Good girl.” He claps his hand on Bucky’s leg. “In the meantime, we’ve got quite a few things we have to do to get you set up: administrative and practical. Are you ready to see your room, get your uniform, a tour of the grounds, all that good stuff?”

Bucky nods, looking almost faint in relief—likely at hearing that he’s going to be given clothing. “Yes,” he breathes eagerly. “Please.”

Steve chuckles and pats his waist. “Thought you might say that. Alright boy, get up. We’ve got a lot to do.”

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We can be forever ch.2

Summary: You and Wanda met at a Café, your life and hers changed drastically and for the very first time in her messy life, Wanda may have discovered the real meaning behind love at first sight.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Stark!F!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, strong language, sexual themes, alcohol, smut, fluff, AU, everyone it's at university, Wanda is older than R, R is a genious rather awkward, some D/s undertones in past relationships, mentions of cheating, emotionally inmature characters, strong language, angst, drama and more tags as time passes by.

Author's note: Drama it's good for the heart, just as angst. You guys liking the story and reblogging or commenting, or just reading in general are the best. Now, this chapter will deal with misunderstandings and some confussion. Hope you like it.

Once more I ask you to overlook the use of the English language in this story since that's not my mother tongue, so I apologise for the grammar, spelling and funny mistakes. Comments are very much welcome, likes and reblog are going to be loved, and request are going to be the epithome of a good life for me.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 3

Chapter 2

The misunderstanding

Wanda rested her cheek on her hand, her eyes twinkling with amusement and tenderness while she followed your gestures as you told her yet another story. If you had paid any attention to your surroundings, you would have noticed the way Wanda was glancing at you with her features softened, a fine dust of pink on her cheeks while her fingers seemed to draw small circles on the back of your hand.

This had been quite the familiar sight in the last couple of weeks since the both of you had been meeting one another. And it seemed as if every time it got even worse, as it the need to be near you, to listen to your stories or to have any contact with you was important, was something she was starting to crave

"... Of course, Kate ended up in the Dean's office with Peter." You chuckled shaking your head, Wanda pressed her lips together enjoying your expressions and that smiled so uniquely yours.

"And you, America, Kamala and Yelena escaped punishment, uh?" Wanda replied, chuckling when you winced sheepishly.

"Yeah, I paid that one because my brother knew I participated in the prank." You shrugged. "And I have to go out with Kate for like a month until she forgave me for ditching them at the last minute."

You didn't notice the way Wanda tensed or the strange shadow that went through her eyes, Kate Bishop was one of your best friends, yet Wanda couldn’t shake the feeling the Bishop heir liked you more than a simple friend. But of course, Wanda knew she shouldn’t feel this way, you two were friends and nothing else it didn’t matter you call your outings dates and that you were always ready to drop whatever you were doing to accept an impromptu lunch with Wanda whenever the redhead needed a friendly ear. So in all honesty, this really had started out as a friendship.

Problem was Wanda was starting to like them way too much for this to be adequate.

She never thought she would crave those outings with you or that her heart would speed up at the sight of a message from you, or that she would smile like an idiot when she heard your voice. But, here she was, at another coffee meeting while rain was pouring outside.

Wanda loved hearing your stories, you were quite the expressive storyteller and always had something to talk about. In the little time you two had started talking, Wanda found herself sharing things with you she had dared not to share with anyone else; though there were still aspects of her life, of her past she kept close to her chest. She didn’t want to scare you with them, she didn’t want you to look at her differently at how you were doing at the moment.

“Oh, so you date Kate?” Wanda blurted the question before she could stop herself, her heart aching painfully waiting for your answer.

The question made you raised your brows in surprised, you had already told Wanda you were no dating anyone at the moment. A spark of hope ignited inside your mind that perhaps this was just a show of interest, but soon you dismissed the idea.

“Kate? No, of course not!” You shook your head, dropping a half smile to Wanda who distracted herself with her coffee. You could swear you saw relief passing her green eyes but the gesture was so fast it could also be wishful thinking on your part.

Wanda shouldn’t feel relief at hearing your words, she really shouldn’t. This relationship with you was becoming quite the confusing ordeal for her.

“You know her and I, we’re like sisters.” You shrugged then, tilting your head to shoot a look at Wanda. “But enough about those embarrassing stories, how about you? How’s your thesis going? I know you had a meeting for something you didn’t want to tell me.”

Here you tried to show a petulant pout, Wanda merely rolled her eyes playing with the straw of her drink before her expression dropped. Whenever you asked her about her life, about her liking and dislikes, about her studies…she never before found someone not only interested in what she did but also ready to discuss it with her.

"It’s going good, I guess." Wanda took her hand away leaning back, eyes flickering to the window.

You frowned leaning in, you glanced at the window watching your reflection until you were sure Wanda was looking at yours. You offered a smile resting your head on your hand, elbow dangerously close to the edge.

"You guess? Come on! What I read was incredible!! Tell me, pretty please??" You winked at her through the reflection. "I promise not to steal your idea."

Wanda couldn't help it, she laughed softly, shaking her head in disbelief. She tried to ignore the somersaults her heart did at your words, at your interest in her.

"I've reached a stalemate moment, there was this book I was needing.” She spoke, the conversation seemed easier like this, with both of you looking at the reflection on the window.

"Mhm, so that was the reunion you had last week? For the book?” You inquired pursing your lips thoughtfully.

Wanda nodded; a flash of sadness went through her eyes.

"I got a meeting with someone that would help me out but…" Here Wanda trailed off, her hesitation more due to her not wanting to be a problem to you, to not let her weakness shown.

"But Kevin came that day and…There was this huge fight and I have to go to my lawyer to speed up the divorced process."

Wanda offered a bitter smile, "I couldn't make it and the university didn't like that."

You clenched your jaw at her words, Wanda had shared with you some of the details of the man she had been married to. You hated him, a high-school sweetheart that turned into a monster when he couldn't get what he wanted from Wanda; the older woman had not given many details, but you could guess some and whatever she did manage to tell you was enough to let you see just how messed up her life had been.

Right now, watching her through a reflection you had to wonder how anyone could let go of this woman. She was not only beautiful but also intelligent, funny and so headstrong; anyone would be quite lucky to have her by their side, if it was up to you, you would give her the world. But so far whatever it was going on between the both of you, you were still unsure of what it was, or where it was going. You didn’t even know if Wanda was beyond being straight, if she might be interested in you or not.

God, you really didn’t know if she was either bi, or a lesbian. Or just a beautiful temptation.

There was a high debate amongst your friends in regard to that one.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Wands." But just as you said this you couldn’t help but started thinking about a solution to her issue. You don’t wish to see the misery on her face the way you were seeing at the moment, there was something about Wanda Maximoff that made you wanted to keep that beautiful smile at all times.

To perhaps make her happy.

Wanda shrugged, turning so suddenly you jerked away, your elbow giving in until you hit your face on the table and fell to the ground.

You groaned, blinking away the stars dancing in your eyes. The side of your head hurt really bad, while you heard laughter around you there was also the voice of concern right above your head. You blinked a couple of times focusing your eyes on Wanda.

"Did I die?" You asked softly looking at her, and while the older woman scoffed at your question rolling her eyes, yet you could see the light blush on her cheeks and the ghost of a smile on her lips.

"If you ask why you're seeing an Angel right now, I'm going to hit you." Wanda threatened playfully, you chuckle grabbing your head in one hand.

"Never, I was actually going to ask if the devil was always so beautifully tempting."

An older man passing right in front of you snorted, shaking his head. When you turned to look at Wanda, your smile froze for a moment noticing just how closed the both of you were. Wanda was looking at you with a strange glint in her green eyes, those rosy cheeks burning with what you could tell was embarrassment.

You swallowed leaning in just a little, "so how bad is it? Did I hit my pretty face too hard?"

Wanda parted her lips, hesitating until another shadow came right in kneeling in front of the both of you.

"Gods, Y/N, are you alright? You're bleeding!" Jessica Jones cupped your face tenderly examining the wound while shooting a withering glance to Wanda who was just glaring back at her.

"I'm fine, Jessie, no need to worry." You smiled at the young woman who dipped her head shyly, blushing at the nickname. "Now, is there really blood?"

This time around you turned to Wanda, the older woman softened standing up while stretching her hand to you.

"Just a little, let me take you to the bathroom." Then her green eyes turned to the younger woman, Jessica pursed her lips, her eyes burning with anger.

"Jessie, dear, would you mind taking care of our things while I make sure Y/N is fine?"

Wanda didn't wait for an answer, she grabbed your hand dragging you to the bathroom, all this time you were trying to gather the blood coming from the cut.

The bathroom was empty, only two stalls and two hand washers. Wanda led you to the corner leaning in to examine the wound, you held your breath with your eyes flickering from Wanda's eyes to her lips then to her neck only to go back to her eyes.

She was so closed.

"So, gonna die stupid?" You asked teasingly, Wanda frowned shaking her head.

"Probably, it was just a cut, I can clean it up but… we can go to the hospital if…"

You opened your eyes wide, shaking your head. Tony would kill you, surely. You placed a hand on Wanda's hips, never noticing the intake of breath from the woman, though you did feel her hands on your shoulders to hold herself steady. You turned leaning in to look at the mirror.

The cut was large, but not deep. You sighed in relief when you noticed this, after a moment or two you realized what you were doing, with whom and just how close you two were. When you straightened up your hand was still around her hips and her hands on your shoulders.

God, Wanda, it's just beautiful.

You couldn't help but focus on her eyes, her cheekbones, and the form of her lips. The tension could be cut with a knife, yet neither one of you moved. You licked your lips, holding back your smile when those green eyes dropped to your lips.

"So, I don't think I need an emergency room." You finally broke the silence, a mere whisper.

"Good, I…"

Your hand tightened in Wanda's hips pulling her close, she sighed leaning in.

The sound of a phone ringing insistently broke the tension and Wanda and you jumped backwards startled. Wanda turned searching for her phone while you hit your head on the wall, the older woman sent an apologetic stare your way before her whole expression dropped.

"Sorry, I… I gotta take this."

Wanda left, and you stayed there, your heart almost breaking its way out of your chest. You knew your cheeks were warm, and your lips were tingling still feeling the warm breath coming from Wanda's parted lips.

By the time you came out of the bathroom your stuff was on the table, but Wanda was nowhere to be seen. You sat down on the table pressing a wet towel to the cut on your head before grabbing the receipt Wanda had paid. Your heart was still beating harshly against your chest, the memory of the older woman fresh on your mind.

You really were in big trouble

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"You really hit yourself hard, how did it go again?" Kate worried her lower lip with her teeth while inspecting the bruise on your forehead and the small cut.

You rolled your eyes, lips curling slightly when your best friend kept her scowling expression in place. She had been the first one to make such a fuss about the bruise while the others had been laughing their ass off at your clumsiness and misery.

"Please, tell us once more as you try to impress Maximoff and end up hitting your face and on the ground." Yelena couldn't keep the laughter from her voice.

America smirked leaning back against the armchair with MJ and Peter snuggling on the floor. Kamala was looking just as worried as Kate though, perhaps her reasons were of a different nature.

“Not gonna do it, Belova." You grabbed Kate's hand in yours offering a half amused half gentle smile to her. "Katie bear, I really am okay, come here and guys now that you know my embarrassing story of the day, what should I do?"

Kate sat down by your side, closer that was probably necessary but you had gotten used to it by now. You and Kate had been best friends since kindergarten and there was no one in this world you trusted more than her. The room finally went silent, everyone glanced at one another knowing you were investing all your energy on the older woman and, while they thought it was fun and exciting at first, now… well, it seemed as if Wanda was not that interested.

"Well, the thing is, Y/N you guys have been playing this date no date thing for more than two months." America started crossing her legs, she fixed her stare on you making a face. "At first it was cute, fun even, but now after this… I'm confused."

You made a face shrugging, “I know, it got me confused too because up until now I was not sure if she likes me."

"An almost kiss is not a show of attraction, Y/N." This time around it was Kamala the one speaking, she had on a deep frown hugging the pillow close to her chest.

"It's just… it's as if she is leading you in to make sure you are there as an option." Kamala shrugged, you eyed the room and realized everyone thought the same.

"You guys really think…"

"I would have kissed you with the second cup of coffee." MJ stated without a single glimpse of doubt.

Peter leaned back frowning, he eyed MJ with disbelief and the rest of the room just laughed.

"Excuse me? Should I feel threatened?"

America and Yelena snickered while you wiggled your eyebrows at Peter. Peter shook his head waiting for MJ, though she just raised a brow pointing a single finger at you.

"You would have kissed her too, but she would kick your ass for trying." MJ smirked when Peter all but denied this.

"The truth is that every single person in this room would have kiss you by now, Y/N." Kate chimed in rolling her eyes before everyone started saying things she most certainly was uncomfortable with.

"Everyone?" You shot her a teasing smile, but she just slapped your arm shaking her head.

"Look, perhaps she likes you but not like that, the almost kiss of today could be a moment of… confusion." Kate finished looking away from you, her eyes crossed with those of America and she hated the knowing glare the other woman sent her way.

"I think that, either way, you should talk to her and clear things up." Kamala always the voice of reason shrugged making a face. "She just came out of a bad marriage and well, an affair perhaps she really is confused and you following her like a lost puppy must be confusing as hell."

"I thought you hate her, Kam." Yelena crunched up her nose.

You turned sharply to her, "you hate her?"

Kamala rolled her eyes, "I don't hate her! I just don't like her."

This was news for you, you knew after their initial excitement for the older woman they had started reconsidering their vies on her since it was quite evident you were getting involved and she was not. You remembered how America and Peter had high fived you for scoring a date with the woman, and how Kate seemed sour all of a sudden while Kamala and Yelena were a little reluctant about the whole situation. Now that they were in your appartement discussing this, you realized all of them were on the same page about Wanda.

"Why didn't you say anything?" You scowled at Kamala who merely shrugged.

"Look, just don't think she is for you."

"Because she is divorced." Yelena nodded as if understanding, kamala hit her with a pillow before turning her attention to you.

"Because she is a cheater and, once a cheater, always a cheater." It was said with finality. Kamala softened her expression when she saw the flash of doubt in you.

"I don't want you to get hurt, Y/N. That's all and she just… I mean she ended her marriage because she couldn't deal with it in a mature way." Kamala then continued. “Then she cheated on him because…well, we don’t know how that happen, but still. And then after all that, she comes in and confuses you! That’s not right!”

Everyone was silent for a moment before they interchanged stares.

"So, how is Bruno, Kam?" America was the first one to ask.

"Wasn't Kareem?" MJ said in confusion.

"Wait, I thought it was Kamran." You finished smirking at the now blushing brunette.

Kamala put a hand on her face hiding her blush while the rest continued with the teasing mentioning another group of boys Kamala, at some point, had crushed on.

You laughed alongside everyone but the seed of doubt was already there. Perhaps you had expected more than what was really happening between the both of you. Wanda was coming out of a nasty deal with her ex, and she had not mentioned the affair too much but, what if they were still a thing? You two had just a shaky friendship nothing more.

"We're just worried." Kate said softly, only for you to hear. "We don't want you to get hurt, and this Wanda… well, she is just so confusing at times, and you look so…"

"I know, I just… I promise I'll be careful, Katie bear."

Katie smiled leaning in to rest her head on your shoulder, you wrapped an arm around her joining in to keep listing the boys in Kamala’s life who all of a sudden started remembering the people in the lives of everyone else.

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The conversation with your friends danced around your head for all night long.

You knew they were right about this game between you and Wanda not being healthy, and about you getting involved in something that might not have a future. You remembered all the signs you knew were there, the conversations and the looks, and yet…Damn, never before has you deal with a situation like this one.

And perhaps, that was the reason why you were right now at America’s place ready to ask for information so you could extend a friendly hand to the woman that was driving you crazy. Perhaps, there couldn’t be a relationship, a romantic one, but you at least could be a good friend, right?

With that dumb determination you learnt from your brother you rang the bell three times. After this little did, you promised yourself and Kate you would stop pursuing something that apparently was not meant to be.

The door opened and Doctor Stephen Strange stood there with the ‘Best dad ever’ mug America had giving him for Father’s day when she was six. The man lifted a single eyebrow eying you for a moment before speaking.

“Stark, America is not here.” He said dryly narrowing his eyes at you. “You should know since she stayed at your place last night doing those dumb videos we received at three in the morning.”

You tried to hold back your laughter, but it was to no avail.

“Stephen, I’m glad to know you are ready to answer America’s messages at any time.” You put your hands in your pockets, the man snorting shaking his head while looking behind you then back at you.

“Where is America?” He asked waiting to see his adoptive daughter jumping right behind you at any moment.

“Oh, they were right ahead to the mall, we were supposed to watch a movie, go for something to eat and then go back to start working on the project.”

Strange took another sip of his coffee before stepping aside, “how are things going for you and for everyone?”

Strange house was a mixture of modernity and traditional Hispanic views. It was a household that fascinated you since the very first time you set foot in it; that and the fact that Clea was one of the smartest people on earth and was very knowledgeable in history was something that had made you come back again and again to this place.

“It’s fine, I guess. We were waiting for a nice rest before continuing with the final project and preparing the thesis for the auction.” You smirked wiggling your eyebrows. “Are you ready for America to have a date with one of the winners?”

Strange, shivered scowling at your comment, he knew the auction was something important for all the people that was looking for funding for their projects to get to this event. Of course, America didn’t need it, whatever she might required Stephen would get her, but Clea thought she was big enough to start looking for this kind of things on her own. He didn’t like it, but Clea had the last word.

“Please, let me think she would get someone actually interested in her work and not anything else.” Strange then cocked his head at you, and you furrowed your words under his stare. “You know after this auction you won’t be able to hide your real parentage and your kin, right?”

You winced at his words; Tony had been pushing you to finally stop pretending you were someone else but a Stark. It was about time you started taking care of some of the family business and that meant holding your very first even without any issue.

“I know, I know.” Strange put a hand on your shoulder, offering that fatherly smile he usually reserved for all of you.

“You’ll do good, kid. So no worries.”

You chuckled tilting your head to him, “you’re getting soft in your older days, Strange.”

“And you broke the moment, let’s see if you do so with Clea.” Strange finally said matching your smile at your antics. “Go on she was waiting for you.”

“Thanks!”

Stephen saw you going to the second floor straight to Clea’s office, he snorted shaking his head while putting his phone out. In there was you with America and the rest of the young Avengers team messing around. He couldn’t help but laugh at their antics, always grateful to see America got in with the right people, making friends with people that loved her dearly. As he saw you and America messing around, a part of him wished the two of you had fallen in love with one another, it would be one pain in the ass less, since he already liked you and he wasn’t fancy getting into a fight with another girl that thought herself good enough for his daughter.

With that last thought Strange made his way back to the living room ready to watch some tv before starting his day.

*****

The second-floor studio was made for the family.

When they were kids, you remembered America having her own spot to put her pictures and her drawings while working alongside with Clea and Stephen. You and Kate were the very first people to make friends with her and the three of you started the group by going around making pranks and causing mayhem.

Now after so many years, it was still a family-studio, but America’s spot hadn’t been used in quite a while.

Clea lifted her eyes from the document she was reading, she indicated the chair in front of her before continuing with her reading. You sat down there watching at the picture of her, Strange and America all grown up wearing Mickey Mouse hats while eating ice cream, you held back your smile comparing the people of the picture with the people you knew.

As head of the History Department back at the university, you knew Clea was serious and considered an Ice Queen. Some called her a bitch, but in all honesty Clea was always ready to help her students and to make everything easier for everyone around her. You watched her as she finished reading the document and the centred her attention on you, a knowing glint showing on her eyes.

“How did you sleep this morning, Y/N?” You almost laughed at the question; the woman returned your smile shaking her head.

“We kind of sleep like babies.” This time around you chuckled, Clea snorted grabbing her phone to see the chat from America.

“I bet you did, at least you have fun.” Clea sighed turning her eyes to you once more, for a moment the woman examined you with the same stare she used on all her students.

“Well, you told me this was rather urgent, what did you want to talk about?”

You hesitated for a moment not quite sure how you should start the following conversation, shifting on the chair you leaned in a business-like pose Clea was familiar with.

“I know that right now you have under your tutelage two different dissertations, is that right?”

"Clea narrowed her eyes at the question, she leaned back nodding.

“I am, yes.” Her eyes drifted to a specific pile with two documents in it, her eyes went back to you curiosity now getting her interested in the conversation. “Why the question?”

“One of the works you have in there {is from Wanda Maximoff.” You stated leaning back in the chair, you crossed your legs placing your hands on the armchair. “She has been working on the influence of women and witchcraft throughout the Renaissance and the impact in politics nowadays, is that correct?”

By now, Clea was highly amused by your antics. You were asking questions to which you already had the answer for; it wasn’t hard for her where exactly you want to go with this line of questioning. She would keep the game of ignorance for a little while, she wanted to know just how far you would go.

“You are correct, that’s roughly the topic of her dissertation. Quite interesting if I may add.” Then the woman shrugged grabbing the document she just mentioned. “Though, as of late, she hit a stalemate and is in a real problem to finish it.”

"Problems?"

"There is a book she was looking for, unfortunately when I got her the appointment with the person that could help her out she… didn't show up." Clea shrugged. "Now she would need to look for another document or see how she gets access to the book."

Something in your mind clicked at that moment, your eyes opened wide at the realization of such information. In a week's time your brother and Stark Industries would present the book fair in which many strange and private collections would be shown to the world.

"What's the name of the book?"

Clea raised an eyebrow, she put her elbows on the desk while resting her chin on her hands. The smile on her lips told you the woman was enjoying this meeting more than she should.

"Okay, what's going on? Why the sudden interest in my students and their work?" Clea shook her head lifting a hand. "Correction, what's your interest in Wanda Maximoff?"

A dark blush formed on your cheeks when you found yourself under the glance from Clea.

"America has been talking about your sudden attraction to a much older woman." Clea said casually stopping any ideas you might have to trick her or lie to her. "I'm not asking for explanations, just for you clarify this interest."

"Well, yeah I… well, I meet her like two months ago and I just…" You hated how the parents of your friends always made you feel like a teen all over again.

Clea was like the mother you lost, she and Kamala's mom had always been the mother hens of the group always making sure everyone was doing fine, eating enough. Even now that you were an adult with a functional job and studies on your back they were still there acting in the way you expected them to.

"Look it's probably nothing, I like her, yes. But she is not…" You trailed off hating the clenching of your heart at the thought. "She is not interested and that's okay, but she has been having some rough times and I wanted to help."

Clea softened slightly, you had always had a soft spot for the people you considered a friend or a potential lover. The older woman knew that, different from Tony, you could never be a player or go around without involving yourself in the relationship.

"What do you need?"

Your face lit up at the question.

"Well, if this is an important book and you got an appointment, the book is here, right? It would be in the book fair."

"Yes, but the book belongs to Doom." Clea explained waiting for you to understand the implication of this.

You made a face at this though by now you had no more doubts.

"She needs the Darkhold." You huffed. "Why didn't she tried to look for other options?"

"That's the only existing copy that talks about prophecies and the science behind the multiverse in an age where many still though the world was flat." Clea grabbed a manuscript passing it over to you. "The theory is quite interesting, and the book was written by the Scarlet Witch so… you can imagine the importance of such a document."

Of course, and you also knew why it was at the hands of Victor Doom. He was the greatest collector of dark and mystical items. And he and Tony had a feud since college.

Clea shot you a sympathetic stare.

"You can try to speak with him but…"

"It's not going to be easy. Thank you, Clea, for the help."

"Before you could go she called back to you, you stopped by the door and the woman smiled at you.

“I know I’m not your mother but, be careful and take care of yourself.” She said offering her smile at you.

At that moment you knew she wasn’t referring to Doom or the sudden quest you would embark on. No, she was talking about the reason what you were ready to seek out Victor Doom and get your hands on that book. Wanda. You nodded offering an overconfident smile that made Clea chuckled.

"I’ll be careful, don’t worry I won’t get into something I cannot handle.”

The moment the door closed behind you, Clea put her phone up looking through her contacts the person she needed at the moment. The name of Tony Stark came right in, Clea made a double click and waited. Clea knew Y/N loved Tony with all her heart, she you were quite conscious of all the sacrifices he made to be with you and be a good big brother for you, that was the reason why half of the time you didn’t ask him for any favour.

And while the thought was very noble, it was unnecessary.

"Tony, how are you doing?"

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For more than a week Wanda had been avoiding you.

You felt like an idiot, suddenly realizing your friends were right. She was not interested in you and perhaps all she was looking for was a simple friendship and you were right there jumping onto her like a perv or something. You really were an idiot; she probably wasn’t even attracted to women you only heard name of guys rolled out of her lips.

It was raining again; you were in your car listening to some depressing music to match your misery at the moment. You glanced at the phone once more, the last message she saw was the last message you sent almost two days ago when you realized she didn’t want to speak with you.

You really thought perhaps everyone was mistaken, that you and Wand could…

"God, I'm a fucking moron. I really need to stop creating faux scenarios in my head.” You mumbled to no one in particular, your eyes drifted to the passenger seat where a single black notebook was resting, you smiled thinking of the surprised you had for Wanda

That notebook was the reason you decided to come all the way to Wanda’s place.

At first you debated with yourself if you should just tell her through a message, but seeing as she wasn’t answering none of them, or your calls or even those coffee outings you two share, you thought the safest way to play this out was by bringing the notebook to her directly. Then, you also thought of proposing an official date, not coffee or anything like that, you were thinking about a fancy lunch and something fun to do but well…Wanda had been avoiding you and ignoring you, it was hard to still think of a date under these circumstances.

You turned off the music grabbing the umbrella and the notebook, the rain was still falling but you had come with a mission and you were getting ready perhaps for the disappointment or the contentment this meeting could bring. You looked at the world outside, wincing when you realized it wasn’t only rain but wind as well.

The wind was almost impossible to navigate, and you didn’t think this through since you had all your hands busy, closing the car door and getting the notebook protected while you try to open the umbrella made the usage of such an item useless. You were so distracted by all the things you have on your hand, the unsteady steps you made towards the building, that you never noticed the running figure coming from the right.

The crash was inevitable and since you were not holding yourself straight you fell to the ground with a grunt with someone pressing harshly against you. You were seeing stars and soon your breath caught in your throat when you found yourself looking directly into deep green eyes and a wet face glancing at you in shock.

"Y/N?:”

You name was half exclaimed, half whispered, or perhaps was the sound of the rain and the wind what didn't let you hear clearly.

"Wanda?"

You were completely drenched by then, yet Wanda was not ready to move and you were frozen in place afraid that if you moved something would happen.

"God, I'm sorry I didn't… I didn't see you!" Wanda leaned back pressing her hands to the ground to help herself up.

You winced taking her hand, standing up and stumbling in Wanda's arms. She really was beautiful like this. Nose crunched up in distress taking a good look at you while the rain kept on falling non-stop. It too her a moment but by the time she realized what she was doing Wanda let her eyes drifted to your lips then back to your eyes.

Lightning ignited the sky and thunder made the world trembled around you. Wanda jumped back looking away from you, picking up the umbrella and the notebook you had in your hands.

"Thanks." You stepped forward unable to stop yourself, Wanda bit her lower lip stepping back.

"We should… I mean, god we're wet." She opened her eyes wide and her face turned a pretty amusing shade of red.

You laughed and Wanda shook her head babbling her explanation before huffing exasperated.

"Shut up!" She grabbed your hand dragging you up the stairs to the gate of the building complex.

"Oh god. You should see your face." You teased once the both of you were in the safety of the lobby, Wanda sighed looking away highly embarrassed.

"Come you need a change of clothes, and what the hell are you doing here anyway?"

"Well, you have not answered my messages or my calls." You started and hated the tinge of hurt drenching your voice. "And on classes you left as soon as everything is over and didn’t come to our coffee meetings so… since you have been avoiding me I decide to come."

Wanda said nothing though you could see the stiffness on her shoulders and the clenched jaw.

"I wasn't avoiding you."

You smiled wryly shrugging, “it doesn't matter. Anyway, I was looking for you."

Wanda was taken aback by this, though the glimpse of nervousness hadn't left her eyes. She wrapped her arms around herself trying to hold herself from looking at you and perhaps leaning in and finally getting to know the taste of your lips. God, the last week she had been complete mess thinking about what she almost did, thinking of how inappropriate would be, not only were you younger get than her, she was just finishing her marriage and her affair and was just trying to build back her life.

She couldn't drag you or anyone else for that matter into this kind of drama. But looking at you, complete drench and dirty, with some strands of hair on your face and those eyes gleaming contentedly she couldn't leave you like this.

"Let's go up and change while you tell me why you were waiting in the rain instead of…" Wanda trailed of wincing when she heard your dry laughter.

"instead of writing you? Calling you?"

Wanda sighed going inside the elevator with you close behind.

"Look sorry if it seems I was avoiding you, I just have a hard week at work and with my thesis and everything that’s going on…" Wanda trailed off shivering when your hand wrapped tenderly on her forearm.

"Hey, don't." You said tenderly. "I'm not asking for that, Wands. Don't worry, I was actually teasing you, I came here because well, I thought it would be easier."

Wanda offered a shaky smile, the weight on her chest lifted when you didn't press for explanations. The door open on the second floor, you followed the woman with the notebook now firmly grasped on your hand.

"Anyway, I just brought you this." You said walking down the hall and showing Wanda the notebook.

The older woman furrowed her brows tilting her head in curiosity.

"What is it?" She started looking for her keys while you gather the courage for what you were about to do.

"You remember they have been announcing the book fair for this year, right?"

"The one Stark Industries is planning? Yeah, why?"

"Yeah there is a special presentation with invitation only and I thought… well, here." You presented the notebook just as Wanda found her keys.

The redhead grabbed the item opening just right in the page with two silver tickets in there. It wasn't as if you needed an invitation, but apparently Wanda was still ignorant of your real last name and your family ties. And you were thinking on keeping it that way until… well, until your first child with her was born. If possible.

"Y/N…" Wanda started gaping at the tickets, she lifted her eyes to see the nervous smile on your face, the hand behind your head. "This is…I can't. I mean this must have been expensive and I can't afford d I mean…"

"No, no, wait… please, I thought we could go and get a chance to find the book you wanted and we'll, I mean we could…" You struggled to get the words out, but your eyes were firmly planted on Wanda. "I just thought, we could…"

Whatever you were about to say was interrupted abruptly by the door opening and a tall man made his appearance with a boyish smile in place and a red apron with the ‘Kiss the cook’ message on.

"Wanda, Love. I thought I hear you out here." He said while ignoring you completely and placing his blue eyes on Wanda.

You furrowed your brows, your face frozen for a moment until a glance of realisation crossed your eyes.

"Vis?" Wanda blinked confused watching her ex standing there in her appartement, she turned to you but something was different. You offered a terse smile shaking your head.

"Anyway, there… there are two invitations and you and… yeah, I gotta run. Nice seeing you, Wands"

Wanda opened her eyes shaking her head.

"No, Y/N wait! Y/N wait, this is not…"

But you didn't hear anything you just left and ran as fast as you could until you sat at the wheel of your car. You clenched your hands around the wheel hating the blurry vision, and the piercing pain in your heart.

I’m a fucking moron.

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You Just Put the Dick in Your Mouth - Epilogue

Yang Jeongin x Kim Seungmin

Word Count: 16, 591

Contents: innie being a massive tease, bullying teasing chan, hiking, suggestive lollipop sucking, hair pulling, use of whore and slut, face fucking, gagging, crying, bondage (fuzzy handcuffs), edging, unprotected sex, aftercare, these two being sickeningly in love

Jeongin fully blamed their busy schedule for his thought process today. At least, if anyone asked, he was simply acting like this because with day after day of packed schedules, being too tired to do little else but collapse into bed and sleep at the end of the night, Jeongin hadn’t had any real alone time with his boyfriend in over two weeks.

Which also meant he hadn’t gotten any dick in over two weeks.

He really couldn’t be blamed for being needy, not when he saw his gorgeous boyfriend every day and couldn’t do a thing about. Not when they hadn’t had any time for each other in what felt like forever. And maybe also not because despite his previous pleading and whining Seungmin was still being soft and gentle with him.

It should not have been so hard to get his boyfriend to rail him.

It may not have been the smartest idea but it was the only one he had as he got dressed, spotting a t-shirt Seungmin had left on his floor one night. He was quick to slip it on, basking in Seungmin’s scent for a moment before taking a look at himself in the mirror. It wouldn’t really draw anyone’s attention.

Except for Seungmin’s.

Or at least he hoped.

Jeongin slung his bag over his shoulder as he heard Minho calling from the kitchen. If it were up to him Seungmin would be in his bed right now with absolutely no plans of leaving anytime soon. But of course the one real day off in weeks and everyone had planned a nice little outing. What exactly was he supposed to say? Sorry guys, I’d rather my boyfriend be rearranging my guts right now. He didn’t wanna ruin the group plans just because he was horny.

He tried to wipe the pout off his lips as he headed down the hall. It would be a fun outing and he knew that. He was just moody and pent up. He entered the kitchen where Minho and Felix were preparing things while Seungmin rested back against the counter, sipping his coffee. Jeongin didn’t miss the way he looked over at him, eyebrow quirking as he took in his choice of shirt. Before he had a chance to say anything though Minho spotted Jeongin.

“There you are, can you grab the protein bars from the cabinet?”

Jeongin responded with a yawn and a nod of his head before he shuffled over to find them. He opened the cabinet, rustling through and looking for the protein bars as Minho packed up water.

“You could help, you know.” Minho said to Seungmin.

“I got myself coffee so I wouldn’t kill you all.” Seungmin hummed. “I’ve done my part.”

Felix and Jeongin chuckled while Minho sighed. The three of them quietly rummaged around the kitchen, packing the last few things in their bags before they all bustled out the door, meeting Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Jisung in the hallway. Changbin and Jisung seemed relatively awake while Chan and Hyunjin still seemed half asleep. Chan was leaning heavily on Hyunjin, eyes closed while Hyunjin yawned.

“Why did we have to be up this early?” Hyunjin groaned.

“Because it’s still nice and cool out.” Minho said. “And it’s not so busy early in the morning. It’s peaceful. You’ll all like it.”

“I don’t know why we let you talk us into hiking.” Seungmin groaned as they made their way down the stairs.

“It’s fun.” Minho answered. “We’re bonding.”

“We’ve already bonded.” Hyunjin muttered.

“We’ve seen all of Chan that there is to see.” Jisung grinned, ducking as Chan swung at him. “How much closer could we possibly get?”

“I wear boxers.” Chan grumbled.

“Listen, seeing Chan’s bare ass is not the kind of closeness I’m talking about.” Minho said.

“I’m not naked all the time?!” Chan whined.

“Minho’s right.” Felix chimed, ignoring Chan completely as they finally made it down to the cars. “It’ll be a good time. And we’ll get good pictures.”

There were a few grumbles of agreement as they piled into the two cars. Jeongin sat in the backseat of Minho’s car, next to Seungmin, taking the middle seat right next to him instead of the window. His eyelids still felt heavy and as Seungmin slipped his hand into Jeongin’s he found his head falling against Seungmin’s shoulder and eyes closing, eyelids still heavy from waking up so early.

He didn’t fall asleep fully, still aware of the car moving, Minho and Jisung chatting quietly in the front seats, and Seungmin slowly sipping on his coffee. Even aware though, between the gentle movement of the car and the warmth and comforting scent of his boyfriend he felt lulled and cozy and easily lost track of the time.

It seemed like both a long time and no time at all when the car finally came to a stop. Jeongin felt Seungmin squeezing his hand gently and pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head and he stirred.

“We’re here, baby.” Seungmin murmured, voice so soft and warm Jeongin could have just about melted.

“Gross,” Minho grumbled at the same time as Jisung hummed “That could be us.”

Laughter bubbled out of Seungmin and Jeongin and they undid their seatbelts, Jisung giving Minho a grin and a wink and receiving a look of disgust in return.

They all climbed out of their car, Jeongin gravitating close to Seungmin, in part due to his sleepiness but also due to wanting his attention. The early morning sun was warming him as they gathered at the start of the trail, waking him up bit by bit. He watched sleepily as Chan and Changbin stretched, Minho and Felix checked that they had everything they needed, and Hyunjin and Jisung watched, letting out a round of laughter as Chan stretched and gave a particularly loud groan.

“You sound like you’re fifty,” Jisung chuckled.

“You look like you’re fifty, too.” Seungmin added, hiding behind Jeongin as Chan came towards him.

“Is the goal just to make fun of me today?!” Chan said, unable to sound too serious as a sleepy Jeongin somehow found himself sandwiched between Chan and Seungmin. He let out a groan as he pushed Chan back and Seungmin wrapped his arms around Jeongin, shooting Chan a grin over his shoulder.

“You’re lucky your boyfriend doesn’t mind being used as a shield.” Chan grumbled as Seungmin snickered.

“So long as he doesn’t throw me to the zombies.” Jeongin shrugged as Seungmin moved beside him and found his hand, lacing their fingers together.

“Never,” Seungmin hummed, pressing a kiss to Jeongin’s cheek. “We’ll trip Hyunjin.”

“Why me?!” Hyunjin whined.

“Tall and gangly.” Jeongin said. “Lots of leg to trip.”

“Easier to trip than Changbin.” Seungmin added.

“Hey!” Changbin’s yell was loud enough to startle the birds out of the nearby trees and make half of their group jump.

“You’ve put way too much thought into this.” Hyunjin grumbled.

“Regardless of who will or will not be getting tripped in the event of a zombie apocalypse, let’s get moving.” Minho said flatly. “I’d rather climb up before the weather gets too warm.”

There were quiet muttered and grumbled agreements as the group started up the trail. The sun was just slowly starting to illuminate the path between the trees where they were walking and Seungmin fingers stayed laced with Jeongin’s. They found themselves trailing behind the others, going a little more slowly and enjoying the beauty and quiet.

“So, were you really so sleepy you didn’t notice the shirt this morning?” Seungmin hummed.

“Hmm?” Jeongin feigned ignorance, biting back a grin.

“Love, look at your shirt.” Seungmin chuckled.

Jeongin looked down and pretended to be surprised. “Oh, I just grabbed it off the floor.” He lied before shooting Seungmin a grin. “You should be more careful where you leave your clothes if you don’t want me wearing them.”

“Well, I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” He mumbled, a warmth rushing up his cheeks.

Jeongin squeezed his hand. “Ah, so you left it there on purpose.” He teased.

“Oh, right.” Seungmin snorted. “I’m trying to trap you into wearing my shirts.”

“So you admit it.” Jeongin countered.

Seungmin tugged on his hand, enough to have Jeongin turn towards him just to plant a surprise kiss on his lips. It was enough of a surprise to have Jeongin squeak at the sudden affection and have a few of the others look back at them. He was sure he heard Hyunjin mumble something about them being shameless but he didn’t care all that much as Seungmin pulled back and gave him a smirk.

“You’re so silly, love.” He hummed. “And you should keep the shirt, it’s cuter on you anyways.”

The only reason Jeongin managed to keep stumbling along the trail was that Seungmin still had his hand and pulled him along in his lovestruck stupor. He felt the butterflies that had a permanent residence in his stomach now flutter their wings at Seungmin’s flirting. It didn’t matter how many times it happened, it always flustered him like the very first time and he hoped that would never change.

They climbed in comfortable silence for a while longer, listening to the others chatter up ahead. The hike was a short one but it still felt long so early in the morning. Jeongin found himself yawning and Seungmin squeezing his hand every time he did.

“We can nap when we get home.” He hummed quietly.

Not exactly what Jeongin had in mind, but he supposed being in bed would be at least a step closer to what he wanted than this.

“I’m okay.” Jeongin mumbled. “Still waking up.”

“It’s been hours since we got up.” Seungmin snorted.

“Shhhh.” Jeongin hushed him. “It’s still early.”

“Whatever you say, love.” Seungmin chuckled. Anything else that might have been said between them was swiftly whisked away by the stunning view as they reached the first lookout giving a pretty view of the city. They caught up to the others before stopping. Seungmin let go of Jeongin’s hand just to wrap his arms around his waist

and hold him from behind, chin resting on his shoulder.

“It’s beautiful.” Seungmin’s voice was so smooth and calming and Jeongin felt almost bad that all it did was send a thrill of arousal down his spine. He squirmed a little in Seungmin’s arms, hands resting on top of his. All he did was hum in response, wisely deciding not to trust his often traitorous voice.

Seungmin gave him a little squeeze before letting go. Jeongin trailed after him as he moved to the railing and pulled out his phone to take some photos. Jeongin peered over his shoulder, feeling a sudden shyness when Seungmin switched the direction of the camera to take a photo of them. He hugged Seungmin, partly hiding behind him with a shy smile and pesky butterfly wings fluttering against the walls of his stomach.

“Of everything we’ve done, taking a picture makes you shy?” Seungmin chuckled.

“I wasn’t expecting it.” Jeongin mumbled. “And you need to give me more warning. You’re too pretty.”

Jeongin smiled to himself at the sound of Seungmin’s shy giggle as he pressed a kiss to his cheek, listening to the camera shutter sound. He didn’t stop his kisses though, pressing his lips softly against Seungmin’s cheek over and over as he giggled again. He let himself get lost in it for a few moments, lips drifting down to Seungmin’s neck.

“Innie,” Seungmin’s voice had a slight edge to it.

“Mhm?” Jeongin hummed.

“Not now, baby. We have to keep hiking.” Seungmin said. “I promise we can spend time together when we get home, okay?”

Jeongin considered showing his hand at that moment. He considered whining in Seungmin’s ear and grinding against him and begging for him right now. But what exactly would he do, pull him off the trail and fuck him against a tree? While Jeongin wouldn’t exactly be opposed to that he didn’t need random strangers walking by and stumbling upon them. And he certainly didn’t need any of their friends coming back to find them and seeing that.

Jeongin let out a small sigh. “Okay.” He mumbled against Seungmin’s skin.

“Hey,” Seungmin shifted around in Jeongin’s arms to face him. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Jeongin mumbled, purposely pouting. “It’s just, we’ve been really busy recently and haven’t had much time for each other. I just miss you.”

“Awwww.” Seungmin cupped Jeongin’s cheeks and pressed a soft, loving kiss to his lips. A kiss that had his heartbeat stuttering and his stomach doing backflips. “I’m so sorry baby. I know it’s been busy.”

“Neither of us can help it.” Jeongin hummed, stealing another kiss. “I’m just selfish. I want all of your attention.”

“It’s yours for the whole weekend, love. I promise.”

“Can you two stop being gross for, like, five minutes?” Hyunjin called.

“We’re not waiting for you to finish anymore.” Minho added. “If you don’t make it back to the cars you can walk.”

Jeongin dropped his gaze, feeling heat lick at his cheeks as Seungmin chuckled. He dropped his hands and found one of Jeongin’s to hold, pressing one more quick kiss to his cheek before starting to lead him back to the trail. Jeongin stayed pressed close to Seungmin, though a bit more subdued as they climbed higher.

The weather grew a little warmer and the climb a little steeper so most of the group fell quiet as they exerted more effort to finish the hike. Jeongin tried not to lag behind, still yawning occasionally. Seungmin kept his hand in Jeongin’s despite the slowly increasing difficulty as they climbed stairs and stumbled over rocks.

It felt like a long time to Jeongin but he was sure it wasn’t that much longer before they reached the summit. The sunlight poured over the city and the clear air gave a stunning view of it all as Jeongin and Seungmin fully caught up with the group. They stopped alongside their friends, taking in the view and feeling Seungmin squeeze his hand and pull him closer. Jeongin obliged and felt his heart flutter when Seungmin rested his head on Jeongin’s shoulder.

They all stared quietly for a moment, taking in the breathtaking beauty before Minho spoke up.

“Perfect time for a break.”

There were quiet mumbled agreements from everyone as they set down their bags and pulled out the picnic mats, setting them up in a cool, shady area. Minho and Felix unpacked all the snacks they had prepared; kimbap, fresh fruit, Felix’s delicious brownies, and sweet rice wine.

Jeongin found himself sat between Seungmin’s legs, his boyfriend’s arms wrapped around his waist as Jeongin fed the both of them food. Despite an eye roll from Minho and some fake gagging from Hyunjin the teasing was at a minimum. It was more touchy than Jeongin usually was around anyone else but maybe everyone was just a little too tired to care as they ate and shared quiet conversation and silly jokes.

Despite the picnic mat, the ground wasn’t the most comfortable and jeongin found himself shifting often, trying to find a more comfy way to sit without his butt hurting. It was, at least in the beginning, truly innocent. He was just trying to get comfortable. Until he felt Seungmin’s hands squeeze his hips hard.

“You okay, baby?” He asked quietly, and Jeongin was sure that he heard a slight strain in his voice.

“Yeah?” Jeongin mumbled around his mouthful of kimbap.

“You seem uncomfortable.” Seungmin hummed.

“The ground is uncomfy.” He pouted.

“Okay, love.” Seungmin pressed a chaste kiss to his neck and Jeongin twisted to look over his shoulder at his boyfriend.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

Seungmin just shook his head with a small smile. “Nothing. Just worried about you.”

Jeongin turned back towards the group, grabbing a few grapes and feeding himself and Seungmin and feeling his heart fluttering at Seungmin comments. But it didn’t take long for him to wonder if it was in fact something other than concern for him.

Jeongin shifted back a little more, making sure he was flush against his boyfriend. He pretended to settle for a few moments before shifting around again, subtly pressing his hips back. He listened carefully and heard the quiet sigh Seungmin let out in response.

Jeongin bit the inside of his cheek to keep a smile from spreading across his lips. He knew it wasn’t a good idea and if Seungmin caught on he wouldn’t be happy.

But…

Could he really turn down the opportunity to get Seungmin’s mind going in the same direction as his? Maybe he could even make him think blowing Jeongin’s back out was his own idea. That was very tempting indeed and were he not so desperate for attention he might not try and follow through on it.

But considering the fact that just the thought had heat rushing through Jeongin he couldn’t resist.

He tried not to be obvious. He knew if he just started grinding back as much as he could Seungmin would know what he was doing immediately. No, he took it slow, shifting from time to time under the guise of trying to stay comfy. He listened to Seungmin’s sighs and slight grunts each time he pressed back and brushed against him.

The conversation carried on a for a while, no one quite ready to get back to hiking yet. Seungmin’s arms stiffened around Jeongin and he was quieter and quieter as the group chatted. Jeongin let his fingers trail lightly over the skin of Seungmin’s forearms, drawing seemingly absentminded pictures and writing ‘I love yous’ all over them.

From time to time he felt Seungmin shift back, as if trying to give himself a little bit of space, a gap that Jeongin closed each time, pressing flush against his boyfriend again. Seungmin mumbled to him here and there, commenting quietly on what the others said, but not bringing up his movements again.

He did feel Seungmin leave a few stray kisses on his neck and shoulder and he had to bite back a smile at the thought that his little half-baked, desperate plan just might be working.

“We should start the climb down.” Minho’s words drew a groan from the group and he rolled his eyes.

“Well if you’d all rather live up here.” He sat up more, starting to pack up their bags. “I, for one, am planning on going home sometime.”

“I could live in the woods.” Changbin hummed, still resting back against a rock.

“Oh sure,” Jisung grinned. “Not like you brought all your stuffies when you first moved in.”

“Yep, very tough,” Hyunjin added. “Not like your yelling would attract all the animals that want something to eat.”

“I’ll eat you.” Changbin’s failed attempt at a comeback drew looks of confusion from the group.

“Kinky,” Jisung and Minho said almost in unison while Hyunjin retorted. “I’m not into vore.”

The group erupted into laughter as they all picked themselves up off the ground and stuffed everything back in their bags. Jeongin reluctantly peeled himself away from his boyfriend as they gathered all of their belongings. Seungmin gave him a few quick kisses to the cheek here and there, as if he could sense that Jeongin was still needy for his affection.

Minho started to lead them down the trail. It was perhaps a good thing that they had started moving again. As the day progressed more people were starting to catch up with them hiking and it would likely become busier as they climbed down. Seeing other people from time to time was nice, at least he knew they were on the right trail, but Jeongin certainly preferred hiking with just them.

The trail quickly took a downward turn, at first with stairs and then clambering over sloping rocks. Jeongin was ever so slightly pouty that he couldn’t hold Seungmin’s hand anymore but he was pretty sure Seungmin was staying just a little closer to him than he was before.

Or maybe that was just his own desperation talking.

Now moving again the heat was starting to get to the group. Everyone was pulling off their sweaters and chatting gave way to heavy breaths as they made their way down the rough part of the trail.

Jeongin was thankful when they came to a section mostly shaded by the trees and even more so when the trail started to even out into a gentle downwards slope. Everyone caught their breath as they moved through the trees, passing the occasional person climbing up. Seungmin hovered close to Jeongin, still quiet after the more strenuous part of the climb.

Jeongin drifted closer to him as the group slowed down to admire an overlook with a view of the city, now much closer than from the top. He took the moment to press a quick kiss to Seungmin’s lips, watching a warm blush rush up his cheeks as he looked at Jeongin with a sweet smile. With everyone distracted by the view he took the chance to kiss Jeongin sweetly.

It took all of Jeongin’s mental strength not to get completely lost in the kisses, not to deepen them or pull his boyfriend closer roughly. He accepted the sweet kisses, matching Seungmin’s pace and intensity, though he let his hand slip down and into Seungmin’s back pocket. He felt the grin against his lips that quickly turned to a yelp as he squeezed his boyfriend’s ass.

“Innie!?” By the time Seungmin was letting out the nickname in surprise Jeongin had pulled back with a mischievous grin on his lips and his hands to himself. Their friends looked back at them in confusion.

Jeongin giggled as he went closer to the outlook and the rest of their friends while Seungmin stumbled along behind him to catch up. Hyunjin was side-eyeing Jeongin with suspicion but he ignored it, satisfied that no one but he and Seungmin knew what had happened.

Jeongin caught up to Felix and for once during the hike he focused his attention on something other than Seungmin. He was sure he could feel Seungmin’s eyes on him as he followed behind him and Felix. He didn’t say too much, occasionally adding a comment as they walked in the shade for a while longer until the trail became rough again.

It was as they had to start climbing down in single file that Seungmin wrapped his arms around Jeongin, pulling him back a little from the group while they waited their turn and murmuring to him.

“What was all that about, baby?” His voice was smooth and warm and knowing like he might just be aware of what Jeongin was up to.

“Hm?” Jeognin tried to sound nonchalant, chill, unaware.

“Grabbing my ass like that.” Seungmin murmured.

“Oh,” Jeongin let out a shy giggle. “I just thought it would be fun.”

“That’s all?” Perhaps Seungmin wasn’t buying it.

Jeongin shifted a little, looking over his shoulder at his boyfriend and putting on the most innocent expression he could muster. “Yeah? I was just being cute.” Jeongin let his face fall, hoping he was being convincing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfy or draw too much attention.”

Jeongin maybe felt a little bad about his acting, about taking Seungmin’s words to mean something he knew they didn’t. But Seungmin bought it so fast, expression quickly shifting to a soft, reassuring one and Jeongin could keep up his little ruse just a bit longer.

“Oh no, baby. No, don't worry, it's not that.” He pressed a gentle kiss to Jeongin’s neck. “I’m just thinking too much today. I miss you too much.”

Jeongin snuggled back against Seungmin, subtly grinding his hips back, certainly pressing his luck. But Seungmin, despite letting out a breath, clearly at least a little affected, didn’t say anything. Jeongin twisted around to steal a sweet kiss from his boyfriend before Seungmin let him go so he could take his turn to start climbing down the rocks.

Though climbing didn’t actually take too long, it felt long to Jeongin. Maybe it was because of the tiring physical work of climbing, maybe it was because he couldn’t hold his boyfriend’s hand. Either way it felt as if it dragged on. Jeongin was relieved when he could see the end of the climbing in sight, a set of wooden stairs heading down starting the much easier final section of the trail.

Jeongin was thankful when he could slip his hand back into Seungmin’s lacing their fingers together. He chattered happily with Felix and Minho as he walked hand in hand with his boyfriend. As they came down, climbing lower than the tops of the nearby highrises, Minho kept checking their location to make sure they were, in fact, close to where they started.

The group was much more lively as they reached the bottom about 5 minutes later. Minho led them along the sidewalk back to the small parking lot while they chattered and joked with each other. Jeongin kept throwing quick glances at Seungmin, looking away before he caught his eye but noticing the way Seungmin kept looking at him, almost catching him. When they did lock eyes Jeongin squeezed his hand and snuggled into his shoulder cutely. Seungmin kissed his temple in response, eliciting disgusted gagging from at least half of their friends.

They climbed back into the cars, this time with Chan driving them and Felix in the passenger seat. Both were chattering happily as they all strapped in and Chan pulled out, following Minho as they headed back home. As they talked Felix searched his bag, grinning when he found what he was looking for and pulling out a lollipop.

Yet another idea popped into Jeongin’s head as he leaned forwards.

“Aw, I wish I’d thought to bring candy.” He muttered.

“Oh,” Felix reached back into his bag before producing another one. “I have one more if you want it.”

Jeongin flashed him a bright smile as he thanked him and took the lollipop, unwrapping it and quickly popping it in his mouth. Despite how badly he wanted to, he refrained from looking at his boyfriend while he continued to talk with Felix and Chan, Seungmin only occasionally chiming in.

Jeongin fiddled with the stick between his fingers as he listened between talking. He pulled the candy out with a pop every time he had to speak and made sure to take it into his mouth again slowly, taking his time as he wrapped his lips around it and wondering if Seungmin was actually watching his little show.

“This is really good.” Jeongin hummed.

“I think that one was blue raspberry.” Felix hummed.

“Minmin, isn’t that one of your favourites? Do you want to try it?” Jeongin ignored the way Chan and Felix cocked an eyebrow at the pet name, much more interested in his boyfriend’s reaction as he turned to look at him. Seungmin was staring at Jeongin, eyes a little wide and shoulders a little stiff, hands clasped a little too tightly together. Jeongin cocked his head to the side, trying to smile but smirking instead and more than surely giving away what he was up to, though the pet name he only ever used in the bedroom was probably enough to do that on its own.

Seungmin cleared his throat. “Sure.” His voice sounded ever so slightly strained as Jeongin brought the lollipop to his lips and watched as he took it into his mouth. Jeongin’s fingers never let go of the stick, eyes glued to his boyfriend’s lips completely shamelessly as he felt the way it moved, Seungmin swirling his tongue around the sweet treat.

As he opened his mouth Jeongin pulled the treat back, sticking it back into his own mouth and shoving it into his cheek.

“It’s good, right?” He hummed.

Seungmin tilted his head, studying Jeongin now and despite all of the trouble he’d been causing on purpose all morning, he shifted a little, feeling nervous under Seungmin’s gaze.

“Mhm.”

“You two are nasty.” Felix muttered, reminding Jeongin that they were not, in fact, alone.

“They swap spit without the candy.” Chan said tiredly. “What’s the difference?”

Jeongin felt the heat creep up his cheeks as he grinned sheepishly. He spared a glance towards the front of the car where Felix was giving him a very judgemental look through the rearview mirror.

“Oh, like you wouldn’t.” Jeongin muttered.

“Not with Seungmin.” Felix wrinkled his nose.

“Well…” Chan grinned as he said it, earning a punch in the shoulder from Felix and fake gagging from Seungmin.

“I’m not into age gap relationships.” Seungmin deadpanned, drawing snickers from Jeongin and Felix.

“I’m not that old.” Chan muttered.

“You’re turning to dust before our very eyes.” Jeongin said.

“It’s honestly impressive that a dinosaur can drive.” Seungmin added.

“I liked you two better when you were pining for each other.” Chan grumbled.

The car filled with snickering as they continued to banter and teasing, mostly at Chan’s expense. Jeongin was still idly sucking on the lollipop in between verbal jabs and chuckling. He could feel Seungmin’s eyes flicker over to him from time to time but he had toned it down, at least for the moment.

It wasn’t all that much later that they pulled into the parking space under their building. Everyone bustled out of the cars, grabbing bags and picnic gear before heading up to their apartments. Jeongin pouted as Seungmin took one of the bags, helping to carry it instead of taking his hand.

Jeongin followed along behind them, heading into the apartment with Minho, Felix, and Seungmin. They carried things into the kitchen and much to Jeongin’s dismay Seungmin started to help put things away. Jeongin leaned his elbows on the island, watching the three of them work and pouting at the lack of attention. He mulled over ideas, trying to think of something to draw his boyfriend away.

He tried coughing and clearing his throat but neither drew attention. He pulled the lollipop from his mouth as he walked around the side of the island and let out the most suggestive yawn he could muster. That was enough to have all three of them glance at him. Jeongin took the opportunity with Seungmin’s eyes on him again to stretch forward, bending himself over the island and sticking his ass out. He noticed Felix’s pure confusion, shaking his head before returning his attention to the unpacking. Minho rolled his eyes and sighed but Seungmin kept watching. Jeongin locked eyes with him, giving the sweetest, most innocent doe eyes he could as he ran his tongue around the lollipop before sucking it back between his lips again.

Seungmin blinked at him once, as if the gears were turning in his head. His gaze darkened rather suddenly, a look of revelation in his eyes that sent a shiver down Jeongin’s spine. He stood up straight, dropping his gaze bashfully and feeling the heat rise and burn his skin at the realization that he was, finally, truly, caught.

It took mere seconds for Seungmin to make it across the room, grabbing Jeongin roughly by the wrist and dragging him out of the kitchen. Seungmin completely ignored the questions from Minho about where he was going and Jeongin felt the absolute rush of arousal that settled at the bottom of his stomach as he stumbled behind Seungmin down the hall.

Seungmin wasn’t gentle with him as he pushed Jeongin into his bedroom. He struggled to catch his footing before turning around to find Seungmin closing the door and locking it before he started across the room towards Jeongin, a hand dropping to his belt, starting to undo it.

“You’re such a little whore, today.” His tone was so smooth and yet there was a dangerous edge to it, an edge Jeongin had never heard before, an edge that had his cock twitching in his pants.

“I-I” Seungmin didn’t let him speak much. He was quick to take what was left of the lollipop from Jeongin’s lips, tossing it in the trash.

“I knew you were being a brat when you started sucking on that lollipop.” His hand found Jeongin’s shoulder and Jeongin let out a whimper as Seungmin forced him down to his knees. “But you’re usually such a good boy it didn’t even occur to me that you’ve been acting out on purpose all morning.”

“I just…” Jeongin’s sentence trailed off as his eyes dropped to where Seungmin shoved his pants down his hips along with his boxers. He felt the way he started nearly drooling as he took in the sight of Seungmin’s half-hard cock, all thoughts wiped from his mind in an instant.

“The lollipop was obvious but wearing my shirt? Kissing my neck? Grinding on me in front of our friends?” Jeongin let out a gasp as Seungmin threaded his fingers into his hair and yanked it back roughly, forcing him to look up. He met Seungmin’s gaze, watching as he spit into his hand before wrapping it around his cock. “Desperate enough that you didn’t even care who would notice, right Innie?”

“Just- j-just wanted your attention.” Jeongin whimpered. He squirmed under Seungmin’s gaze, absolutely reeling from this new side of him, a side he’d been trying to tease out of him for so long. Nothing had happened yet but Jeongin was sure that his cock was already leaking from how quickly he’d gotten worked up.

“You have it now.” Seungmin murmured. “Put your hands behind your back.” Jeongin did it immediately, not even needing to give it a single thought. He was so eager to do just about anything Seungmin asked of him now. He could have been vibrating with excitement and anticipation at what was to come.

“So you can be a good boy.” Seungmin said, smirk tugging at his lips. “All of a sudden you’re behaving yourself again.”

Jeongin’s gaze kept flickering down, stealing a glance at Seungmin’s cock growing harder in his hand and then back up to his face. “I’ll be good.”

He whimpered as Seungmin yanked his hair back roughly again, squeezing his thighs together, cock caught between them and getting just a little bit of relief from the pressure.

“Of course you’d say that now.” Seungmin said smoothly. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’ve been bratty all day.”

Jeongin’s eyes flickered down again, unable to keep from taking in the sight, mind so quickly getting wrapped up in wanting to taste him, wanting to feel him.

“Go ahead,” Seungmin said coolly, drawing Jeongin’s gaze back up. Of course it would be obvious where his attention was, but still he felt heat under his skin at Seungmin’s words. “You’ve already been sucking on a lollipop, but if you need even more…”

Jeongin knew how flushed he must be but it didn’t stop him from leaning forwards, only for Seungmin to shift his hips back. He turned his gaze back up to his boyfriend, eyes wide and pleading.

“Minnie-”

“Oh come on,” Seungmin teased. “You thought you wouldn’t have to work for it?”

“B-But-”

“If you’re really going to complain after how much trouble you’ve caused, I can give you nothing.”

Jeongin felt a surge of panic as he started sputtering, reaching for Seungmin while he tried to find the words to explain himself but stopping when Seungmin stepped away from him. He obediently put his hands behind his back again, biting his lip as he looked up at Seungmin cautiously.

“Only good boys get rewarded, Innie.” Seungmin tutted, stepping closer again. “Go ahead, suck me off.”

Jeongin dug his own nails into his arms to keep from moving them while he leaned forward. Seungmin didn’t make it easy for him, his hips shifting back and keeping his cock mere centimetres away from Jeongin’s lips. Jeongin managed to get close a few times, lips just touching the tip of Seungmin’s cock before it was pulled out of his reach again.

He felt the embarrassment rush through him as Seungmin chuckled at him, fingers tightening in his hair to keep him in place as he almost let him have what he wanted. It put no damper on his arousal, rather it had his cock throbbing in a way he didn’t plan to explore at the moment, filing the thought away for later as he pouted up at his boyfriend.

“Minnie, you’re being mean.”

A look of surprise, so genuine Jeongin bought it hook, line, and sinker, came over Seungmin’s face. “Am I?”

Jeongin nodded quickly and was given another shock to the system as Seungmin yanked his hair back roughly again. He let out a groan at the feeling, breathing just a little heavy as he met Seungmin’s dark gaze. It was the same one he’d been bathing Jeongin in since the beginning but each time Jeongin found it trained on him he felt hotter, shifting his hips and squeezing his thighs together in a way he was sure Seungmin noticed from the way he smirked.

“What? You’ve been begging me to be rough with you. You went out of your way to be a little whore today. And in front of our friends, no less.” He leaned down just a little. “Did you think I’d be nice, love?”

Jeongin sputtered, trying to find words and failing miserably. He was utterly reeling from the way Seungmin was treating him, so different and yet so enticing, so much hotter than he’d imagined. Truthfully, even in imagining what it would be like for Seungmin to fuck him senseless, he’d barely even considered him being mean.

He certainly didn’t dislike it.

Seungmin’s gaze turned a little more calculating, smirk disappearing for a more serious expression. His grip on Jeongin’s hair loosened just a little as he studied Jeongin for a moment.

“Is it what you were expecting, baby?”

His tone was different this time, more cautious. Jeongin felt his heart melt just a little as he realized what Seungmin was really asking. Are you okay? Do you need to stop? Do you want me to be nicer?

Jeongin took a deep breath that came out a little shaky. It was different from all of his fantasies, but it was the furthest thing from bad. He nodded slowly; Seungmin waited, clearly wanting to hear him say something, to confirm that everything was okay and he wanted to keep going.

“It’s different.” Jeongin said quietly. “B-But- U-Uh.” He still felt shaky and even more shy with Seungmin’s treatment of him as he tried to get his thoughts out. “I’m- I- Minnie, please?” He settled on a question, struggling to form a full sentence that didn’t seem dumb. So instead of talking any more, he gave his boyfriend a sweet, doe-eyed gaze while letting his mouth fall open, waiting obediently.

“What a good boy.” Seungmin grinned. “Hold still for me, cutie.”

Jeongin did just as he was told, mouth open, eyes on Seungmin and sticking his tongue out. He held still like he was told and Seungmin finally guided his cock into his mouth. Jeongin let out a muffled moan around him, eyelids fluttering as he finally got a taste of his lover on his tongue again.

Seungmin was much more quiet than usual, only letting out a slow breath as his grip tightened in Jeongin’s hair again, keeping him still as he rolled his hips forwards, fucking slowly into Jeongin’s mouth. Jeongin struggled to keep his eyes open, just wanting to let him fall closed and sit there, letting his boyfriend use his mouth.

It was almost embarrassing how affected Jeongin was. Despite the fact that all he had in terms of touch was a hand in his hair and a cock in his mouth he was insanely turned on. If he hadn’t had his hands behind his back he didn’t think he’d be able to help jerking himself off. The only thing keeping his hands off of himself was his desire to be a good boy for Seungmin.

Seungmin’s breathes grew heavier as he fucked just a little deeper into Jeongin’s mouth. He was still being cautious, not too rough. Despite his demeanour he didn’t want to hurt Jeongin or push him too far. It was a level of sweetness amid a whole new side of him that Jeongin appreciated.

And yet, nothing would make him happier than his boyfriend's cock becoming well acquainted with the back of his throat.

Even though he was meant to sit still Jeongin started to lean forward. Each time Seungmin’s hips came towards him he leaned in, taking more of him, as much as he could manage without falling forward completely. He felt the way his cock positively throbbed at the groan Seungmin let out, slowing his movements before meeting Jeongin’s gaze.

“Do you want more?” Seungmin chuckled. “Are you that greedy today?”

Jeongin didn’t say anything, just nodding vigorously and opening his mouth again. Seungmin seemed to study him for a moment, as if to make sure he really wanted what he said he did, before thrusting back into Jeongin’s mouth.

This time it was decidedly rougher and deeper, though not as deep as he could possibly go. Still, Jeongin was positively intoxicated by it. His eyelids grew a little heavy as Seungmin started to let a few groans off his lips as he kept a faster pace, stopping just short of making Jeongin gag.

Jeongin dug his nails even further into his skin to keep his hands from moving as Seungmin brought his other hand to Jeongin’s head. Now with both hands keeping him still he moved with quick snaps of his hips, whether intentionally or not, getting a little deeper each time.

Drool that had been more easily kept under control now was starting to drip down Jeongin’s chin and it nearly made his eyes roll back. He leaned forward as much as Seungmin’s hands would allow, finally far enough for Seungmin’s cock to breach the top of his throat. It was only a quick moment but it had Jeongin gagging and Seungmin all too quickly pulling out.

He was much more gentle as he tilted Jeongin’s head up. “Innie?” Concern lacing his tone that it was too much.

Jeongin, however, was on cloud nine. He gazed up at Seungmin with hazy, lust-filled eyes and let his mouth fall open again with a whimper, a plea for more.

“God,” Seungmin chuckled. “When did my cute little Innie turn into such a slut?” With a renewed strong grip in Jeongin’s hair he thrust back into his mouth, this time as deep as he could go, Jeongin’s nose touching the base of his stomach. When he spoke his voice was breathy. “Fuck, is that my fault?” He pulled out, letting Jeongin catch his breath for a moment before doing it again. “I’m a bad influence.”

Messy drool found it’s way down Jeongin’s chin and neck as Seungmin fucked into his mouth; the wet sounds only rivalled by Jeongin’s gagging each time Seungmin’s cock reached his throat. Seungmin let out soft curses under his breath, eyes screwing shut as he started to fuck quickly and roughly into Jeongin’s mouth again.

Jeongin let his eyes roll back and close as he let his boyfriend fuck his throat, gagging each time he went in deep enough and happily opening his mouth again as soon as he caught his breath. Maybe it was the weeks of pent up need but he was sure he’d never been happier than this. In a perfect world this is how he would go, choking on Seungmin’s cock. He was sure Seungmin would beg to differ but it didn’t change the fact that this was utterly perfect to him.

As Seungmin got closer to his high he couldn’t keep himself quiet anymore, letting moans and curse words pour off his lips. Each little sound made the pool of heat in the pit of Jeongin’s stomach grow more and more. He fought to keep his hips still but he was in desperate need of being touched. He didn’t even care how at this point he just needed his boyfriend to touch him.

“Fuck.” Seungmin pulled back, fully out of Jeongin’s mouth and gazed down at him. As Jeongin gazed up at him sweetly, sticking his tongue out, mouth open yet again, Seungmin grinned.

“You want me to cum in your mouth, baby?” He cooed.

Jeongin nodded, pleading with just his eyes.

Seungmin tilted Jeongin’s head back a little more. “Too bad for you only good boys get what they want.” Jeongin’s expression dropped as his lips formed a pout. It did nothing at all to sway Seungmin’s resolve. “Naughty boys get whatever I’ll give them.” Seungmin let go of Jeongin’s hair, stepping back from him. “Strip, and get on the bed.”

Jeongin stumbled to his feet, a little shocked and pouty at not getting what he wanted. His legs were shaky and his knees were sore from being on the ground. He noticed how red they were as he stripped off his pants. His shirt followed soon after before he climbed onto the bed and sat, eyes finding Seungmin who had also rid himself of his clothes and was grabbing something out of his closet.

Jeongin swallowed hard as Seungmin pulled out a pair of handcuffs. They were blue and fuzzy and looked soft, clearly meant only for the bedroom. Jeongin thought he might even be able to break them if he pulled hard.

But he’d still never seen them before. He didn’t even know Seungmin was into that. The surprise didn’t stop his cock from twitching at the sight, though just about anything might have been arousing to him at this point. His eyes flickered between Seungmin’s face and the handcuffs as Seungmin approached the bed, clearly studying his reaction.

“You’ll stay nice and still for me this way.” Seungmin hummed, hooking one cuff onto his finger and dangling them in front of Jeongin’s face, swinging them like a pendulum. Jeongin watched them, almost mesmerised. Seungmin leaned in to murmur in his ear.

“Do you want to try something new, baby?” The way he murmured it felt like it set every nerve in Jeongin’s body alight. He wanted it, he wanted anything so fucking bad. He was nodding and whimpering an affirmation before he knew it and Seungmin kissed his neck gently, making him shiver.

“Lay down then.”

Jeongin did just as he was told, biting down on his lip as Seungmin took a hold of his wrists and pulled them up over his head. He was sure his heart was just about to beat out of his chest with how fast it was racing as he felt Seungmin snap the handcuffs around one wrist. He squirmed a little as Seungmin hooked the cuffs around a spoke in the headboard and secured his other hand.

Jeongin met Seungmin’s gaze, seeing his expression soften just a little bit, like he couldn’t help how in love he was. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach just the way they always did when he was caught in Seungmin’s loving gaze and it made him shy, heat flooding his cheeks and looking away from Seungmin.

Seungmin ran his fingers through Jeongin’s hair, drawing a whimper from his lips. His eyes slipped shut at the gentle touch, body tensing in anticipation of a rough grasp. It didn’t come though, instead Seungmin’s fingertips slipped down his neck and then started to trail gently over his chest.

Jeongin let out a shuddering breath, the lack of any rough touch making the anticipation even stronger. Seungmin’s touches were feather-light as they trailed over his stomach and his muscles tensed under them. A whimper slipped past his lips, legs trembling slightly as Seungmin’s touch moved lower, to his lower stomach and hips, but avoiding where his cock lay hard and flushed against his lower stomach.

“Minnie.” He couldn’t help his whining for more. It was nearly tortuous for Seungmin to go so slow now.

“Look at me.”

Jeongin did as he was told, forcing his eyes open and shifting, his thighs tensing with the feeling of arousal that accompanied the look Seungmin was giving him.

“Did I say naughty boys get what they want?” He asked. Jeongin shook his head, biting down on his lip. “What did I say?”

“N-Naughty boys take what th-they’re given.” He mumbled shakily.

“What are you gonna do for me, baby?” He questioned.

“I’ll take what you give me.” He whimpered.

Seungmin leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Jeongin’s hip that on its own made him moan.

“Good boy.” Seungmin grinned.

Jeongin held in his whines and pouts for the time being, eyes fluttering shut again as he let Seungmin spread his legs and push his feet up so he was resting on them. He hadn’t even noticed him grabbing the lube but he could hear him squirting it onto his fingers now. A hand came down on his hip before he felt a finger circle his entrance.

“I’m curious, baby.” Seungmin hummed as his finger slid into Jeongin in one, smooth movement, drawing a moan from his lips. “What did you think was going to happen when we got home?”

“Th-Think?” Jeongin’s thighs tensed as Seungmin started to curl his finger, moving in just the way he knew Jeongin liked. His head fell back, so sensitive he was sure he could cum within a couple of minutes, maybe even less if Seungmin kept moving just like this. His ability to think was already dissipating and he struggled to find an answer to Seungmin’s question.

“You didn’t think, baby?” He teased. “Come on, you can usually think straight before I start touching you, can’t you?”

“Ju- J-Just- mm-” It felt so insanely good to finally be touched and his brain was turning to mush more and more every second. He struggled to come up with any kind of answer and Seungmin slowed his movements, almost completely still. Jeongin’s hips tried to buck up involuntarily, stopped by Seungmin’s hand on his hip, as a whine left his lips.

“Good boys answer questions.” Seungmin purred.

Jeongin’s fingers curled into fists as he tried not to move his hips, sure that Seungmin would pull away if he tried to grind down on his finger. Instead, he fought for one, single, solitary, coherent thought.

“I- I-I th-thought I-” Wading through his brain to find anything sensical was like moving through molasses. He couldn't seem to remember any of thoughts from before he entered the bedroom. He knew almost all of them were about Seungmin but that was about it. Seungmin tutted, pulling his fingers away, leaving Jeongin empty.

“No no no no.” Jeongin pulled at the cuffs on his wrists, eyes flying open and finding Seungmin in desperation. “P-Please Minmin please-”

Seungmin tilted his head, regarding Jeongin with a sweet pout. “You can’t answer my question but you want me to give you more?”

Jeongin squirmed, biting down on his lip and resolving to try again.

“Thought- I th-thought- you- y-y-you-” He let his head fall back, eyes shut again as he tried to focus. “You w-would- wanted- you-”

Whether Seungmin took pity on him or whether he was just getting bored, Jeongin didn’t know. He truthfully knew nothing as soon as Seungmin pressed two fingers into him. His back arched off the bed as a broken moan poured from his lips. Seungmin kept his hips from moving much as his fingers reached deep inside, curling in just the right way.

Moans poured off his lips as his thighs trembled and pre-cum leaked onto his lower stomach. After everything from the day and weeks of waiting it all felt so much more intense. His mind was fully wrapped up in the feeling of Seungmin’s fingers curling and thrusting into just the right spot inside of him and the resulting waves of pleasure that drew moans from his lips.

Jeongin relished this moment where all he could sense was Seungmin. The scent on the soft pillows under his head; the feeling of a hand on his hip, holding him down; and the fingers moving so perfectly inside him, that he swore were getting deeper little by little. Any thought that made its way into his hazy mind was about Seungmin and the intense pleasure he was giving him.

Jeongin squeezed his eyes shut tight, feeling just how close he had gotten. His own muscles were tensed and he felt so close to his edge, nails digging into his palms and toes curling as he tried to get something off his tongue.

“S- M-M-”

“What’s wrong, baby?” Seungmin purred.

“G-Gonna- I-I”

“Gonna cum, baby?” He asked sweetly. Jeongin nodded vigorously, satisfied that Seungmin understood him.

The satisfaction gave way to disappointment and frustration a moment later when Seungmin pulled his fingers out entirely, leaving Jeongin empty and wanting. His eyes flew open and he found Seungmin with his desperate gaze, pleading eyes met with Seungmin’s smirk.

“Baby,” He cooed. “Did you think I would let you cum that easily?”

“Min-” As his orgasm slipped away from him he tried to plead but Seungmin quieted him. His voice was very soft when he spoke again, far too gentle for his words.

“Naughty boys…”

“Take wh-what you give them.” Jeongin hiccuped. His lips formed into a pout and he squirmed, rolling his wrists a little and taking a shaky breath.

Seungmin shifted, moving up the bed and bringing his clean hand to cup Jeongin’s cheek. Jeongin felt the butterflies erupt in his stomach once again as his boyfriend pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips.

“Still okay, baby?” He whispered against his lips.

Jeongin took a second, tempted to kiss him and resisting the urge and instead catching his breath. “M’ okay.” He mumbled.

Seungmin pulled back just enough to look at him. When Jeongin opened his eyes he found Seungmin gazing at him, full of love and concern. It had Jeongin absolutely melting, heart bursting from the moment of sweetness.

“You sure, love?” He checked again.

Jeongin nodded, mind a little more clear without Seungmin touching him, though still very needy. “It’s fun, Minnie.”

“Yeah, baby?” Seungmin gave him a sweet smile.

“I’m having fun,” Jeongin hummed, feeling almost shy from the way Seungmin was gazing at him. “Please? C-Can you…”

Seungmin pressed a kiss to his nose. “Of course, baby. Just tell me if it gets to be too much, okay?”

“Okay,” Jeongin gave Seungmin a warm smile as he pulled away, grabbing the lube and putting a little more on his fingers. Jeongin let his head rest back on the pillows, wiggling his hips and spreading his legs a little wider. It drew a giggle from Seungmin’s lips.

“Eager, baby?”

“Always eager for you, Minnie-” Jeongin’s words broke off into a moan as two fingers slid smoothly into him again. His back arched off the bed at the wash of sudden pleasure that rushed through his body. It felt so heavenly so quickly and it had his fingernails digging into his palms again.

“My poor Innie,” Seungmin hummed, still a touch of sweetness in his voice. “So needy, hm?”

Jeongin nodded quickly, letting out soft moans at each movement and curl of Seungmin’s fingers. He was moving even slower now and it would have driven Jeongin mad if he wasn’t so insanely sensitive. He was sure he could feel everything; the soft sheets under his back, the cool air licking at his stomach, arms, and legs, the gentle tickle of the fuzzy handcuffs around his wrists, and the intoxicating way Seungmin’s fingers moved, so expertly making him feel like he was on cloud nine.

His pleasure was building just as quickly as it had before. He felt the way tension was already drawing at his muscles, tightening them, making them tremble. His moans grew whinier as the tension grew stronger and in response Seungmin’s fingers moved even slower, prolonging the tortuous waiting.

“Please,” The word fell from his lips without him even thinking about it.

“Want more, baby?” Jeongin could hear the grin in his boyfriend’s voice but he nodded anyway.

Seungmin pulled his fingers out completely but before Jeongin could even whine about it three fingers pressed into him. Pleasure washed through him and drew a particularly loud moan from his lips. Each slow curl of his fingers was in just the right spot and sent sensation through his body.

“Feel good, baby?” Seungmin hummed. Jeongin nodded his head, failing to manage a ‘yes’ and only producing more moans.

“You want more though, right?”

“Mhm.” It came out whiny but Jeongin didn’t care at the moment, simply thankful that Seungmin had resorted to yes or no questions instead of trying to get a full sentence out of his horny, lust-filled brain.

“Want more than just my fingers?” Jeongin nodded again. Seungmin leaned in closer, and even with his eyes squeezed shut he could sense it, hear how much closer his voice was, feel the hot breath on his ear as Seungmin moved his fingers a little faster. “Want my cock, right baby?”

“P-Please.”

“Do you want me to fuck you hard, baby?” He purred. Jeongin nodded vigorously. “I haven’t been fucking you hard enough, right? I’m not doing a good enough job satisfying my baby?”

If Jeongin had even a single firing brain cell at this point he would have seen a trap in Seungmin’s words. But he was too far gone to process it. He simply nodded, letting little “mhm”s fall from his lips while he found himself consumed with pleasure and the thought of finally getting the dicking down he’s been craving. He was so so close to his high again, tension through his body and hips trying to grind down onto Seungmin’s fingers.

Which is what made it all the more disappointing when Seungmin pulled his fingers away again.

“No no no please Minmin please.” Jeongin tugged at the cuffs on his wrist as he writhed and whimpered. Seungmin simply chuckled in response. When Jeongin pried his eyes open and found Seungmin cleaning off his fingers.

“You don’t want my cock, baby? Just my fingers today?” He teased.

“N-No I- mm-” Jeongin fell silent, biting down on his lip and not trusting himself not to say something stupid.

Seungmin leaned over him, undoing the cuffs around Jeongin’s wrists and pulling his arms free. Jeongin was quick to wrap them around Seungmin’s neck and press a kiss to his lips. Seungmin indulged him only for a moment, before pulling away from him, gaze intense and calculating. If Jeongin had his wits about him he would have seen the mischievous glint but he was none the wiser.

Seungmin rolled off of him, reaching into his nightstand as Jeongin pushed himself up to watch him. His eyes caught onto the glint of the glossy condom packaging. Without thinking Jeongin leaned over him and quickly knocked it out of his hand. Seungmin fixed him with a look of surprise but it quickly melted away into a smirk, one that made Jeongin’s skin blossom with a red blush.

“Not just satisfied with getting fucked now, baby? You want my cum too?”

“I-I”

“How greedy. You want my cum, you want me to fuck you better. Gosh I’m such a bad boyfriend.” Seungmin sighed, settling on his back and putting his hands behind his head.

“N-No, that’s-”

“But I don’t really know what you want.” He grinned. “Why don’t you show me, cutie?”

“Sh-Show you?” Jeongin tripped over his words as his mind tried to catch up with what Seungmin meant.

Seungmin gazed pointedly at his cock, hard and flushed and sitting against the bottom of his stomach, ever so enticing. “Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. If you can show me how hard you want it, I’ll do it. I clearly need some instruction, right?”

Jeongin’s jaw hung open as he stared at Seungmin, slowly processing his words. He felt his face burning as he shifted a little, glancing away from Seungmin nervously before meeting his eye again.

“Y-You want me to- uh-” He took a second, swallowing hard. “Me on top?”

Seungmin gave him an obviously fake pout. “You can’t show me what you want? Are you sure you even know, baby? Or have you been begging for more with no idea of what that means?”

“N-No No I-I can I-ll-” Jeongin took a quick moment to compose himself and think of an entire sentence. “I can do it.”

“Good,” Seungmin hummed, grin tugging at his lips. “You’ll show me what I’ve been doing wrong.”

Jeongin sputtered for a moment before shutting his mouth. It was better not to trust himself to say something witty or even coherent. Instead he moved closer to Seungmin and straddled his upper thighs. He felt the nerves and excitement bubbling inside him as he gazed down at his lover’s cock, bottom lip caught between his teeth. Even though they’d had sex a number of times he’d never been on top. It wasn’t like anything about Seungmin’s dick had changed but it was somehow more intimidating like this.

He could feel his cheeks slowly burning more and more under Seungmin’s gaze as he tried to psych himself up. He saw Seungmin moving his arm in the edges of his vision before the bottle of lube was suddenly dangling in front of Jeongin’s face. When he met Seungmin’s eye he was greeted with a smirk and it made his face burn even more.

“I even have to remind you of lube.” He teased. “Off to a bad start.”

Jeongin bit down on his lip, dropping his gaze as he snatched the bottle and focused his attention on pouring the slippery substance onto Seungmin’s cock, wrapping a hand around and pumping it a few times. Whatever pride he had left wanted to prove that he could do this but somehow he felt Seungmin might be setting him up for failure.

Either way, with his partner properly prepared Jeongin set the bottle aside and moved to straddle Seungmin’s hips. He took a breath that came out shaky as he lifted himself up, keeping a hold on Seungmin’s cock in one hand. Of course he’d had Seungmin inside of him before but he’d never been in charge of it and the nerves were starting to fill his stomach as he gave Seungmin an anxious look.

Seungmin’s hand found his hip instantly, helping him shift into just the right position and watching him carefully. Jeongin met his boyfriend’s gaze, smiling nervously as Seungmin helped him start to ease down onto his cock. A few whimpers passed his lips at the familiar stretch. He let his eyes fall closed as he moved down slowly, feeling Seungmin’s grip on his hip tighten instinctively if he tried to move any faster. Even so, he bottomed out quicker than when Seungmin was in charge of it, biting down on his lip to try and muffle the small moan trying to slip off his tongue. His hands found a resting place on Seungmin’s chest and Seungmin pulled his hand away from Jeongin’s hip, leaving him with all the control.

Jeongin took a few deep breaths, enjoying the feeling of being full after far too long. When he started to move, just a shallow grinding of his hips, he truly felt like his brain was melting in the best way possible. Even slight movement on his boyfriend’s cock felt so good and he was slowly losing what little brain power he had left at this point.

Each roll of his hips had jolts of pleasure rushing through his body. He couldn’t help the moans rolling off his tongue. His nails dug into Seungmin’s skin, drawing a sharp inhale from him, the muscles of his thighs tensing under Jeongin. Jeongin soaked in every bit of it, the little sounds Seungmin let past his lips, the waves of pleasure as he ground his hips down. He started to move just a little faster as he got used to the new position.

“You’re so cute.” Seungmin’s voice was just a little breathy as he spoke, fingertips finding Jeongin’s thighs and drawing them up and down with a feather-light touch. Jeongin slowed his movements again, eyes fluttering open to gaze down at his boyfriend.

“Cute?” He hummed. In his hazy state he couldn't quite read the smile on his lover’s face.

“Mhm,” Seungmin scratched his nails lightly over Jeongin’s skin, sending a shiver of arousal down his spine. “You’re going so slow, baby. Seems like you really do want me to be gentle with you.”

Jeongin’s lips pulled into a pout as he shook his head, coming to a full stop. “No, I just…”

“Just what, baby?” Seungmin hummed, nails dragging in a slow swirling pattern over the skin of Jeongin’s hips and raising goosebumps in their wake and it was such a good and distracting sensation. Jeongin fought to find the words he needed through his mind, nearly too thick with desire to think.

“J-Just,” He let out a small moan as he ground down slowly, enjoying the feeling before trying to speak again. “Just w-wanna start slow.”

“Oh,” Seungmin grinned, “You’re still getting started, baby? I guess I shouldn’t rush you, hmm?”

Jeongin nodded at him with a whine.

“I’ll let you take your time, then.” Seungmin hummed. “You just better hope I don’t get bored of waiting.” He yawned for good measure, having the exact effect he wanted on Jeongin. A flash of panic tore through him at the thought that he might not get what he wanted after all of this, or worse Seungmin would get tired and decide to stop.

He started moving again, this time with much more purpose. His hips ground down harder and moans started to pour from his lips as the pleasure rushed through him. He tried with all of his might to focus on his goal, keeping his hips moving and even starting to go more quickly, finding a rhythm that felt heavenly.

Little sighs and groans tumbled from Seungmin’s lips in response to Jeongin’s movements. He met Seungmin’s gaze, his hips stuttering as he took in the intense gaze Seungmin had fixed him with that sent a rush of heat through his body. A whimper left his lips and he was sure if he wasn’t using his hands for support he would be jerking himself off.

His orgasm was starting to build again. The constant heat of arousal pooling in the pit of his stomach and every bit of his body feeling sensitive. He could feel the soft sheets under his knees, Seungmin’s skin under his fingers, the nails scratching lightly at his skin all adding to the pleasure that was filling him more and more with each passing moment. He moved just a little faster, letting out a groan at the sensation.

“This is what you want, baby?” Seungmin sounded undeniably affected now but it only served to turn Jeongin on that much more. Even with the clear desire in his voice, he was still incredibly composed. “I shouldn’t be fucking you, hmm? You just want me to grind into you?”

“No.” The word tumbled quickly off of Jeongin’s lips as he shook his head quickly. He felt the quick pang of panic, as if his fantasy was slipping away before his very eyes.

“You sure?” Seungmin teased. “You’re just grinding on me, baby. If that’s all you wanted you should have just said so.” Seungmin shifted under him, as if to push himself up. Jeongin reacted quickly, pushing his shoulders back down roughly in desperation. Seungmin quirked an eyebrow at him, surprise and amusement in his expression.

“I-I can- I’ll d-do better.” He whimpered. “Minnie, please.”

A smirk drew across Seungmin’s lips as he put his hands behind his head again.

“Last chance, cutie.” He hummed.

Jeongin swallowed thickly and nodded. Maybe Seungmin was bluffing, maybe he would let Jeongin keep going, but it wasn’t worth banking on that. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t be satisfied with whatever his boyfriend did, but he knew what he wanted and all that was sitting between him and getting it was riding his cock like he fucking meant it.

Jeongin made sure his hands were properly braced on his boyfriend’s chest before he lifted his hips, halfway up Seungmin’s cock before coming back down. A loud moan tumbled off his lips and his eyes rolled back as he did it again. The feeling was so incredibly addicting and it kept his hips moving at a steady pace. A wash of pleasure rushed through him each time he pushed himself back down that had his toes curling and thighs trembling.

Small curses fell from both of their lips as Jeongin moved. Seungmin’s groans were low in his voice while Jeongin’s climbed higher. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room each time his ass met Seungmin’s thighs. The room felt warmer and warmer, or maybe it was just his own body feeling warm as he crept closer to his release.

If he had even a shred of shame left he might feel embarrassed over how whiny his moans had gotten but he could barely care when this felt so good. He shifted his position, sitting up and leaning back. His hands found Seungmin’s thighs for support and he let his head fall back as he bounced on his cock a little faster.

Seungmin’s hands found Jeongin’s hips. He neither slowed him down nor sped him up, simply holding onto his hips as he moved, curses falling off his hips and egging Jeongin on even more. Jeongin slowed to grind down roughly for a moment, drawing a gasp from both of them at the sensation of Seungmin dragging against his walls, before he was bouncing again.

“Fuck, that feels good, baby.” Seungmin’s voice came out breathy as he squeezed Jeongin’s hips. “So good.”

Jeongin moaned in response, leaning back a little more and cursing at the change in angle. He was starting to chase his high now, feeling it so close in his stomach after so much wanting. It had been on his mind since he woke up and it was now so close, within reach and it had him going a little harder, feeling Seungmin start to help him keep his movements consistent.

His thighs were starting to burn with the effort, muscles growing tired from overuse, but he tried his best to ignore it. His nails dug into Seungmin’s thighs a little as he tried to move even faster but his legs wouldn’t allow it. So he tried to come down harder instead, each time he came down a broken moan sounded from his lips.

His stomach was tense and cock leaking and he felt so insanely good. But as he kept up the same pace his body wasn’t getting any closer to release. So close to finally cumming and he’d hit a plateau, body seemingly unwilling to reach orgasm. He screwed his eyes shut, sweat making hair stick to his forehead with the effort as he kept going.

The sounds filling the room which usually turned him on more were doing nothing now. He’d hit a wall and all of his desperation seemingly wasn’t enough to actually get him off. He felt a wash of shame as he shifted again, hands back on Seungmin’s chest for better support as he kept lifting his hips.

His legs though, too, were starting to fail him. The harder he tried to ride Seungmin, the more worn his muscles became. They burned and against his will slowed down, too fatigued from the effort of it and as his body slowed down so too did his high start to slip away from him.

“Innie?” Seungmin’s voice was laced with a concern that Jeongin didn’t even register, too busy trying to swallow down the lump in his throat. Now was not the time to cry. He didn’t need to look any more pathetic than he already felt, unable to even ride Seungmin as hard as he wanted to.

His body seemed to have other plans, betraying him at every turn. He let out a quiet curse, head dropping forwards as tears pricked at his eyes and he prayed to any god out there that Seungmin wouldn’t notice. He didn’t think he could handle being teased about it when he was so close and frustrated.

“Innie?! Baby?!” Seungmin’s hands came to his hips first, fully stopping his movements. Jeongin couldn’t hold back his sob as his hips stuttered to a stop, too weak against Seungmin’s grip now that he was so tired. Seungmin sat up, hands moving to cup Jeongin’s cheeks and tilting his face to see him properly. When Jeongin blinked his watery eyes open Seungmin was giving him the sweetest, and most worried look.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” He said gently. “I was worried I was pushing you too hard. I-”

Jeongin shook his head to cut him off, tears still slipping down his cheeks and small gasps escaping his lips as he tried to calm himself.

“No,” he mumbled. “N-Not too- mm- Just wanna cum.”

“You’re allowed to cum, baby.” Seungmin assured him but he shook his head again, clearly not getting his point across.

“I-I can’t- can’t do it. Minmin.” The little nickname came out in a gasp as he fought to steady his breathing. “Please, please.”

“Want me to help, baby?” Seungmin soothed.

Jeongin nodded, hiccuping a little. “Please, Minmin please fuck me, please.”

Seungmin’s face fell a little. His tone was serious when he spoke. “Jeongin, I don’t know if-”

“Please please please please.” Jeongin wrapped his arms around Seungmin tightly, feeling himself shaking and crying harder as he pressed his forehead to Seungmin’s. He couldn’t fathom giving up now, not when this has been on his mind for so long. “Please Minmin please. Y-You said you would if- if I- p-please. I was g-good for you, right? Please?”

“Okay okay.” Seungmin hushed him with a kiss before pulling back enough to look at him. “Are you sure?”

Jeongin nodded feverishly and Seungmin wiped away his tears with a loving smile.

“Okay, baby. Anything you want. As long as you’re okay.”

“M okay.” Jeongin mumbled, dropping his gaze.

“Just frustrated?” Seungmin asked. Jeongin nodded with a sniffle, trying to blink back the tears that were still falling and Seungmin leaned in to press a kiss to his nose.

“I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have let you get so frustrated when I could see you were getting tired.”

“Didn’t wanna stop.” Jeongin mumbled.

“I know, baby.”

“You.” Jeongin tried to steady himself a little more. “Y-You don’t have to start being nice.”

Seungmin gave him an amused smile before pressing another kiss to his lips. He whispered to him after that, lips brushing against Jeongin’s.

“Just calm down for me, baby. When you stop crying we can keep going. Promise I’ll make you feel good, okay.”

“Kay.”

Seungmin continued to press kisses to his lips as his tears slowed. His arms were wrapped firmly around Jeongin’s waist and it felt so secure. He couldn’t quite stifle the tears but Seungmin didn’t seem to mind. He held Jeongin close, kissing him deeply to try and distract him while he cried himself out.

Eventually the tears fully stopped. He didn’t stop kissing Seungmin, slipping his tongue into the kisses and starting to grind down on him shallowly again. Small gasps punctuated their kisses until Seungmin finally pulled back with a slight grin.

“Ready for more, baby?”

“Don’t have to go easy on me, Minnie.” Jeongin mumbled before stealing another kiss. Laughter bubbled up to Seungmin’s tongue, mixing into the kiss as well.

“Alright, cutie. If you’re sure.”

“M sure.” Jeongin hummed, intoxicated with kisses again but Seungmin fully pulled away, much to his dismay. He pouted at his boyfriend only to be met with amusement.

“Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

Jeongin nodded quickly and Seungmin chuckled, hands finding his hips again and helping him up. Jeongin’s legs were sore and wobbly and he felt his face heat up as he stumbled off of Seungmin’s lap, not helped by the way Seungmin laughed at him.

“S not funny.” He muttered.

“It’s very funny, baby.” Seungmin countered. “You poor thing, tired yourself out so now I have to do all the work.”

“Minnie.” Jeongin whined.

“Maybe you should work out more if you want to be able to ride me, baby.” Seungmin teased as he got off the bed. Jeongin watched him with a pout. “What, rethinking your choice to ask me to be mean to you?”

Jeongin shook his head, if there was one thing he was set in it was seeing this through.

“Alright, then get on your hands and knees, cutie.”

Jeongin swallowed hard and at the same time felt his cock twitch at the command. He scrambled shakily to his hands and knees, crawling towards Seungmin as he stood at the edge of the bed, a hand slowly pumping his cock.

A yelp left his lips as Seungmin grabbed him roughly as soon as he was close enough. He turned him around, Jeongin shaking a little on his arms and whimpering as Seungmin leaned over his back, cock grinding lazily against his ass. Seungmin’s hand found the middle of his back and pushed him down into the soft sheets of the bed.

“Now,” Seungmin purred. “Do you want it fast, or hard?”

“I-I” Jeongin’s head was quickly spinning, brain melting again as he tried to wrap his mind around the question. “B-Both?”

Seungmin chuckled. “No no, just pick one.”

“I can- I can take it.” Jeongin whined, pressing his ass back against his boyfriend’s cock.

“Maybe you can,” Seungmin said. “But who said I would give you both?”

Jeongin sputtered in response, dropping his head into the sheets and grinding back harder, hoping that would get him what he wanted. Seungmin grabbed his hips harshly, holding them still and pulling away from him.

“I’m not hearing an answer.”

Jeongin lifted his face just enough to talk. “I-I don’t know.”

“Hmm, should we try them then?” Seungmin mused, a smirk in his tone. “Tell me which one you like better.”

“Okay,” Jeongin breathed, nodding quickly. Seungmin stood up fully behind him, his hand sliding along Jeongin’s back as he did so. He brought the tip of his cock back to Jeongin’s entrance, teasing him and earning a whimper that Jeongin tried to stifle by biting down on his lip.

It was completely in vain as Seungmin pushed into him with a smooth movement. A moan poured from his lips and he fell forward into the sheets again, turning his head to the side and cheek pressed to the bed as he took in this position, feeling Seungmin grinding into him shallowly, hands with a strong grip on his hips. Jeongin couldn’t tell if Seungmin, somehow, felt even deeper in this position, or if he was simply too far gone to tell.

“Let me know what you think.” Seungmin hummed before pulling halfway out. He snapped his hips back in, sinking his cock into Jeongin incredibly quickly once, twice, three times. Jeongin lost count. Seungmin didn’t need to keep the quick pace for long for it to make Jeongin feel dizzy in the best way possible. Each snap of Seungmin’s hips sent a wave of pleasure through him that had uncontrollable moans falling off his lips.

“Good, baby?” Seungmin asked as his hips came to a stop.

“M-Mhm.” Jeongin answered with a gasp. It was so good, insanely good, toe-curlingly good. His fingers dug into the sheets as he pressed back into Seungmin’s hips. “Minmin, again. Please?”

“You don’t even want to try it the other way?” Seungmin chuckled with a breathy voice.

“I-I um-m.” Did he even remember the other option now? Fast or? Hard? Maybe? His brain was far too fuzzy, all he cared about was getting dicked down at this point.

“God, you poor thing.” Seungmin cooed. “Can’t even think straight when I’m fucking you, hm? It was fast or…” Seungmin pulled back, this time slamming his hips into Jeongin roughly. “Hard.”

It might have been the single best sensation he’d ever experienced. The intensity of it sent him reeling and had him crying out in pleasure. Seungmin’s fingers dug into his hips as he gave a few more hard thrusts before coming to a stop and grinding into him.

“Which-”

“Hard.” Jeongin gasped. He needed to feel that again. He needed it like he needed air. He didn’t care if he couldn’t fucking walk for a week, it didn’t matter. He needed more.

“Please. M-Minmin please. Hard, please please please please-”

He let out a broken moan as Seungmin pulled almost fully out before his hips met Jeongin’s ass once again. And again. And again. The pace was steady and not too fast but it more than made up for that with the waves of pleasure that came with each rough thrust that had his eyes rolling back.

“You beg so nicely for me,” Seungmin’s voice was rough now, thick with lust. “Sound so pretty when you do that.”

“S-So good- mm- g-good.” There was not a thought left in Jeongin’s mind. All he knew was that this was the most pleasure he’d ever experienced. Each time Seungmin’s cock sunk into him it hit just the right spot and the force of each thrust had him nearly seeing stars.

He could feel his orgasm coming on yet again, the one that had been evading him for what felt like hours. His thighs trembled as his body got closer and closer to his high with each thrust, each time Seungmin’s cock dragged against his walls, each smack of skin on skin, each moan that he couldn’t control whatsoever mixing with Seungmin’s groans.

Jeongin let his face fall into the sheets, arms shaking. His moans were muffled by the sheets for only a few precious moments. He felt Seungmin shift, leaning forwards and changing the angle of his cock in a way that had Jeongin gripping the sheets for any form of purchase, anything to keep him on this plane of existence, otherwise he was sure his soul would rise up right out of his body and he’d see god himself from how well he was being fucked. Before any sort of revelation though, he felt a hand in his hair and Seungmin yanked his head back with enough force to have his back slamming against Seungmin’s chest. A cry from the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure cascaded from his lips as Seungmin quickly wrapped an arm around him to keep him up.

“I didn’t say you could muffle those pretty moans, baby.” Even if his words sounded composed it was clear from his tone that Seungmin was just as far gone as Jeongin now, both of them desperate for their highs. “Don’t let your face fall into the sheets. I wanna hear you, wanna know how good I’m fucking you.”

“Mmm-” The change in the angle had Jeongin’s head spinning and what few thoughts he had were scrambled. He didn’t manage any words, barely comprehending Seungmin’s words but nodding anyway, giving some sort of whimper of agreement.

Seungmin changed his grip, wrapping his hand tightly around Jeongin’s bicep while the other hand stayed on his hip. He let Jeongin fall forward but kept a hold on his arm behind him, keeping him from falling back into the sheets again. Jeongin caught himself with his free hand, arm shakily working to hold him up as Seungmin’s hips started snapping into him faster.

The shameless, wanton, unabashed moans pouring from Jeongin’s lips now would have had him burning with embarrassment if he remembered what shame was at this point. They filled the room, nearly swallowing the sounds of skin on skin, of Seungmin’s groans and curses, of the bed creaking. It mixed with the way the scent of sex and the intensely pleasurable sensations were utterly drowning in, as if all he could sense was Seungmin and how good he was making him feel.

He felt his thighs shaking, partly with the effort to hold him up, and partly with his impending orgasm. His fingers gripped at the sheets below him and Seungmin’s arm as he nearly started drooling. The pleasure was on the verge of overwhelming now and his eyes squeezed shut as tears pricked at them. He could feel the way his cock was leak, dripping onto the bed below and so fucking close.

“M- Min- Minnie-” He managed to gasp out the name between moans.

“Gonna cum, baby?” Seungmin’s voice only made his cock throb more and he nodded, whimpering and gasping.

“P-Please, Min-” He let out a cry as Seungmin leaned forward, angle changing as Seungmin let go of his arm. His hand crashed down to the bed, taking over holding him up from the arm that was shaking. Seungmin’s now free hand wrapped around Jeongin, finding Jeongin’s cock and squeezing his fingers around it.

Jeongin cried out Seungmin’s name and curses falling from his lips as Seungmin started to pump his cock. The feeling fully overwhelmed him as tears started to spill over from the intensity of it all. He felt lightheaded as the pleasure and slight pain crashed through his body in the most wonderful way.

“Been so good, baby.” Seungmin’s voice was rough and strained and if the quick, rough thrusts of his hips weren’t enough his voice would be a dead give away to how close he was. “Took me so well. Fuck, gonna be a good boy and take my cum too?”

“Mhm,” Jeongin nodded quickly, voice close to breaking when he spoke. “P-Please, please.”

“So fucking good.” Seungmin thrusts were so rough now Jeongin was sure he wasn’t holding anything back. His hand was in a tight fist around Jeongin’s cock, jerking him off in quick movements to finally bring him over his edge. “Cum for me, baby. Fuck, be my perfect boy and cum.”

Seungmin’s name poured off Jeongin’s lips followed by a series of broken, sob-like moans as he came hard. The force of his orgasm had his arms giving out completely and he crashed to the bed as the intense wave of pleasure took over every part of his body. Cum coated the sheets below him as his toes curled, fingers gripped the sheets and Seungmin had to hold his hips up to keep him from fully falling into the soft sheets. The wash of pleasure extended to every bit of his body, leaving him gasping in its wake.

Seungmin followed him over the edge, his own loud groans mixing with Jeongin’s as he came. With each pulse of his cock Jeongin felt more and more cum pouring into him, feeling so incredibly full and only adding to his own pleasure. Seungmin’s hips rutted into him roughly a few more times before he fully stilled, panting as the last of his release filled Jeongin to the brim.

Seungmin held Jeongin’s hips up for a few more moments before gently pulling out of him. He let him down gently onto the bed and Jeongin buried his face into the sheets as he caught his breath, face wet with tears and still reeling from his high. His whole body was trembling and weak and after a moment where Seungmin must have been cleaning his hands he felt his touch on his back, running over his skin soothingly as he climbed onto the bed.

“Hey, love.” His voice was so soft when he spoke and it gave Jeongin his favourite warm fuzzy feeling as he hummed in acknowledgement. He felt Seungmin’s hands come under to cup his cheeks before gently turning his head to the side. He blinked his eyes open blearily and a dopey smile tugged at his lips when he saw Seungmin’s face.

“Min-”

“I’m right here, love.” Seungmin cooed, laying down next to him and running his fingers through his hair. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm.” Jeongin let out a sleepy giggle. “Love.”

“Hmm?” Seungmin cocked his head to the side.

“Love you.” Jeongin mumbled. He watched the sweetest, most lovesick smile take over Seungmin’s features before he leaned in to press a kiss to Jeongin’s nose.

“I love you too, Innie. So so much. You know that, right?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.” Seungmin pressed one more kiss to his face before shifting away. A pout drew across Jeongin’s lips at the lack of Seungmin in his vision, but he returned soon with a pillow and blanket. He gently manoeuvred the pillow under Jeongin’s arm and pulled the blanket up over his back. Jeongin looked up at Seungmin with sweet, starry eyes as he pulled on a pair of sweats.

“I’ll be back in a minute, okay? Just gonna run you a nice bath. Does that sound okay?”

“Kay.” Jeongin hummed, eyes falling closed and feeling very sleepy.

“Promise I’ll be right back.” Seungmin murmured to him, pressing a kiss to his head before disappearing. Jeongin pouted to himself again but he was too sleepy to get up and follow him. He hugged the pillow close to him and snuggled his face into the sheets, nearly dozing off in the few minutes it took Seungmin to run the bath.

He was only half aware of it when Seungmin came back into the room. He smiled sleepily to himself as he felt Seungmin’s hands running over his back again. But he let out a whine of protest as the blanket was pulled off of him, hiding his face in the sheets again.

“Baby, it’s time for a bath.” Seungmin said gently. Jeongin let out a groan in response and heard Seungmin chuckle before he wrapped his arms around Jeongin and started to pull him up.

“M comfy.” Jeongin whined.

“I know you’re comfy, baby.” Seungmin cooed. “But it’ll be so nice and you’ll feel all clean.”

Jeongin groaned again, but reluctantly used his shaky arms to help push himself up. Seungmin got him to sit and helped him slip into a pair of sweats while pulling him to his feet. Jeongin leaned on Seungmin’s side, nuzzling his face into Seungmin’s neck and whimpering as Seungmin wrapped his arms around him. Now, with the fatigue and soreness settling in he was feeling whinier. All he wanted was to curl up in bed again and take a nap.

“Feeling alright?” Seungmin hummed as he led him across the room.

“M sore.” Jeongin mumbled into his neck.

“I know, baby.” Seungmin pressed a kiss to his head. “It was a lot rougher than I usually go. It’s probably a lot more sore than usual.” Jeongin nodded as Seungmin opened the door, walking them down the hall. “The bath will help, baby.”

Jeongin let Seungmin lead him into the bathroom. The lit candle on the counter filled the room with a pleasant, vanilla scent. Jeongin let Seungmin lean him against the counter, pressing his hips back until he was sure he wouldn’t fall over on his own. He checked the water once again before helping Jeongin out of his sweats and getting him to slowly settle in the water. The warm water started to sooth him as he sunk into it and he turned his head to Seungmin, fixing him with a pout as he kneeled next to the tub.

“Not gonna join me?” He mumbled.

“I’m gonna clean you up, love.” Seungmin hummed, hands grabbing the body wash.

“Come in.” He whined.

“Baby, let me take care of you okay?”

Jeongin grabbed Seungmin’s hands and gave him the saddest look he could muster, bottom lip trembling. “Please?”

Seungmin sighed, leaning over to press a kiss to Jeongin’s nose before standing up and taking off his sweats.

“You’ve really got me wrapped around your finger, love.” He chuckled.

Jeongin grinned at him, shimmying forwards so Seungmin could climb in behind him. Seungmin got in carefully, water rising more to accommodate him. He settled behind Jeongin, managing to get his legs around either side of him and Jeongin wasted no time in snuggling back against him.

“Cozy?” Seungmin giggled, wrapping his arms around Jeongin.

“Very.” Jeongin hummed, letting his eyes fall closed.

Seungmin pressed a few stray kisses to his shoulder before he grabbed the body wash and slowly started cleaning Jeongin off. Despite his protesting to get out of bed it did feel really good to clean off the sweat and sooth his body in the warm water. He let Seungmin clean him, shifting his legs and arms as he did so to Seungmin’s pleasing as he gently cleaned every inch of Jeongin’s skin. Seungmin pressed more kisses to his skin here and there and showered him in hushed praise that nearly had his heart bursting. By the time Seungmin started to wash his hair he could have just about melted into a mushy lovestruck puddle.

“Feels so good, Min.” Jeongin mumbled, enjoying the way Seungmin’s fingers massaged his scalp.

“I’m glad, baby.” He hummed. “Just don’t fall asleep on me.” Jeongin let out a fake snore that made Seungmin snort and they both burst into laughter. It took a good few moments for the giggles to subside and both of them to relax again, Seungmin’s fingers continuing their ministrations.

He had Jeongin tilt his head back and close his eyes as he rinsed out his hair gently. His fingers worked all of the shampoo out and Jeongin let out a content sigh at the sensations. When Seungmin was finally done Jeongin twisted around a little, looking at Seungmin over his shoulder.

“You too, Minnie.”

“Baby, I washed myself while washing you.” He hummed.

“Your hair.” Jeongin said.

“I’m supposed to take care of you.” Seungmin pressed a kiss to his nose.

“Come on, Minnie.” Jeongin pouted. “You need some care too.”

“I-I okay.” Seungmin relented quickly at Jeongin’s determination. Jeongin turned around, settling on his knees between Seungmin’s legs. He took the shampoo and squeezed a bit into his hands before starting to work it gently into Seungmin’s hair. He concentrated on what he was doing, sweet nothings leaving his lips without needing to think about it.

“I love you so much, Minnie. You take such good care of me.” He ran his fingers through Seungmin’s hair gently. “Gotta take care of you, too, right? Gotta make sure you feel good and comfy, too.”

“Innie.” The word came out so quietly and when Jeongin fully focused on Seungmin’s face he realized just how hard he was blushing. “You don’t have to take care of me.”

“Yes I do.” Jeongin said simply. “I take care of you and you take care of me. You deserve some softness too, Minnie.”

Seungmin met his eyes shyly. “I really love you, you know that?”

Jeongin smiled at him, always falling deeper and deeper in love. “I know, I love you more though.” He tilted Seungmin’s head back and Seungmin closed his eyes as Jeongin started to rinse out his hair.

“Not possible. I love you to the moon and back.” He hummed.

“Well I love you to Mars and back.” Jeongin countered.

“Then I love you to Pluto and back.” Seungmin grinned.

“I love you to the end of the universe and back.” Jeongin stuck out his tongue as Seungmin opened his eyes.

“The universe doesn’t have an end, dumbass.” He laughed.

“Have you personally been there?” Jeongin questioned. “Do you know that for sure?”

“Have you?”

“Yep. Saw my love for you go that far and then double all the way back to Earth.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Seungmin’s lips.

“Fine, you win.” He chuckled. “But only because of your lack of a grasp on space science.”

“I didn’t nearly flunk out of school for nothing,” Jeongin said, perhaps more proudly than he should have. But it served to make Seungmin laugh and that was all that mattered.

With both of them sufficiently clean and Jeongin feeling more like himself now they drained the tub and both climbed out. Seungmin refused to let him dry himself, insisting on doing it for him and cooing at the way drying his hair made it stick out at odd angles.

They both pulled on fresh clothes and Jeongin took Seungmin’s hand, wrapping his arm around Seungmin’s as they left the bathroom. He followed back to Seungmin’s room where they both let out groans as they took in the messy state of the bed and the clearly distinct scent of sex that still hung in the air.

“My room is clean.” Jeongin hummed.

“Good, cause I don’t wanna change the sheets right now.” Seungmin chuckled.

They made their way to Jeongin’s room instead. Jeongin pulled Seungmin into bed with him, wasting no time in wrapping him up in his arms and snuggling into his chest. Seungmin’s hand came up to run through his damp hair while the other wrapped around his waist.

“How are you feeling, love?” He hummed.

“I’m good, Minnie. Really?”

“Are you sore?” He could hear the concern in his tone.

“Min.” Jeongin shifted just enough to look him in the eye. “I really loved it. And I really love you.”

“I know. But if you-” Jeongin cut him off with a kiss. Seungmin couldn’t help but return it, lips moving in slow time with each other. When he pulled back his lips brushed against Seungmin’s as he spoke.

“I really loved it. I’m okay. I have you. Don’t worry so much, Minnie.”

“I can’t help it.” He sighed. “I know you wanted it harder, I’m just worried-”

“Don’t,” Jeongin murmured. “That was the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.”

Seungmin grinned. “Well in that case maybe I won’t be so gentle with you anymore.”

Jeongin pressed his nose to Seungmin’s. “If you go back to being too gentle I’m going to have to be more of a brat.”

Seungmin quirked an eyebrow at him. “You say that like it’s a deterrent.”

Jeongin opened his mouth to say something but then promptly shut it again, causing a grin to spread across Seungmin’s face. “Good to know if I make you frustrated you’ll start misbehaving.”

“Minnie.” He whined. “You don’t have to make me work for it like that.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes. “Don’t even try to pretend you don’t like it. You loved me making you work for it.”

“I said rough,” Jeongin muttered, going back to snuggling into Seungmin’s chest. “I didn’t say you should tease me or make me beg for it.”

“Good idea, I bet if I get you even more frustrated you’ll beg really prettily for me.”

“Minnie!” Jeongin whined, hiding his face in Seungmin’s neck as heat rushed to his skin.

“Tell me, honestly, that you don’t want me to make you beg.” Seungmin chuckled.

“I hate you.” Jeongin muttered.

“I love you too, baby.” Seungmin hummed. “Forever.”

Jeongin melted a little at that, unable to stay annoyed for long. “Forever and ever?”

“Forever and ever and ever.”

“To the end of the universe and back?”

“To the nonexistent end of the ever expanding universe and back.” Seungmin chuckled. “So it’s infinite.”

Jeongin pressed a gentle kiss to Seungmin’s neck. “I love you that much, too.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

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