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⋆‧₊˚ TEACHERS PET pt. 3

A/N: ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18!! ITS ESCAPISM SZNNN, sorry this was late I had a bubble bath and zoned out

Summary: Reader has a new teacher and finds herself falling for him blahblahblah teachers pet by melanie vibes xoxo

Warnings: NSFW, alcohol, swearing, smut?????!!!!!!

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Madi F:

What are you doing tomorrow night? x

Navigating the familiar path to my dorm, keys in hand, I type my response with a single hand.

Y/N:

Hey! Nothing why?

Upon entering my dorm, I secure the door and toss my keys and bag onto the bed. My journey continues to the bathroom, where I prepare for bed. Placing my phone on the sink, I secure my hair with a headband as I cleanse my face, as I hear to Madi's text buzz.

Madi F:

Some of us are going clubbing. I know it's not really your scene, but wanna come? X

Contemplating the proposition while washing my face, the enjoyment of clubbing has faded, but the realization of my limited social circle nudges me to consider the offer. Another unexpected message interrupts my thoughts, expecting it to be Madi, my jaw drops upon seeing Matt’s name.

Matt S:

Did you get in okay?

His simple yet endearing message prompts a smile as I respond, tapping my nails against the screen.

Y/N:

Yeah, thank you. Thanks for the lift, by the way. Can I send you money for gas?

Returning to Madi's chat, a surge of confidence prompts me to embrace the social opportunity.

Y/N:

I think I'll come. If you want, we could do pres at mine.

A sense of pride accompanies the message. Madi's enthusiastic reply further boosts my spirits.

Madi F:

YAY!!! 😁😁🩷

After completing my night routine, I collapse onto my bed. Leaning over and retrieving Matt's book from my bag, I begin reading, engrossed in the story for hours. As the clock strikes 12:05, I get a notification with Matt's delayed reply, a smile creeps over my face.

Matt S:

No, don't worry about it. It's fine. You're a student Y/N, you need to use your money wisely.

His reminder of my student status elicits a slight frown. Seeking a change of topic, I send a lighthearted message.

Y/N:

I like the book.

Matt S:

I knew you would.

A smile graces my face, and despite my inner voice to end the conversation, the thrill of talking with him literally makes me kick my feet. I decide to just leave it, switching off my phone, I toss it aside and close my eyes, embracing sleep.

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Saturday night arrives, and Madi is on her way. Nervous anticipation lingers as I gaze into the full-length mirror, carefully selecting my outfit. Wearing my hair straight with a full face of glam, I don a black deep V-neck cropped tank and my favourite mini skirt, complemented by mini black platforms. The rare chance to dress up invokes a sense of confidence. I capture a few pics before I hear Madi knocking.

Walking to the door, the clacking of my heels announces my approach. I open the door to find Madi and six other girls. "Hey!" Madi exclaims, initiating hugs. Pleasant introductions follow, and the girls bring drinks. With music playing from my speaker, we engage in small talk whilst I sip my Malibu and pineapple juice.

About an hour and a half later, we decide to head to the club. Ordering Ubers, we gather outside the club, reputed as the biggest one frequented by college students. As we queue up, the effects of our drinks start to kick in, dizziness taking control of me. By the time we enter the club, the music resonates loudly. Heading to the bar, one of Madi's friends engages the bartender, securing 7 shots for us all. Jaeger bombs in hand, we down the shots, and the pulsating taste lingers on my tongue. Next thing I know, Sexyy Red starts, and we are pulled onto the dance floor. Madi and I sway and sing together, but a presence behind me interrupts the moment – a hand on my hip. Turning, I encounter a random blonde guy. Am I drunk enough to lower my standards to a 6/10? No.

Looking back to Madi, I s hoot her a look before she drags me back to the girls. after a few more songs, I decide to get another drink. Approaching the bar, I order a double vodka Red Bull, tapping my card and waiting. I look around and my heart drops – no less that 3 feet away, I see Matt, paying for a drink. Our eyes lock, and I grab my drink, attempting to walk straight past him, but he’s quick to stop me.

"Hey," he says, placing a hand on the small of my back. The touch sends shivers down my spine. Looking up at him, I smile, "Hey. What are you doing here?" I ask, tilting my head. He downs his shot before responding, "Clubbing?" he replies with his brows furrowed, chuckling at my apparent surprise. I giggle, feeling a blush creep up.

"I didn't see you as the clubbing type," I say, leaning in slightly due to the loud music. He shrugs, "I enjoy my drinks, I feel his eyes scanning almost every inch of my body due to how little I was really wearing. He licks his lips before looking back up to me. He leans as his hand remains on the small of my back, warm breath teasing my skin, "Wanna go somewhere more quiet? Can barely hear you." He asks me, I nod, absolutely dumbfounded by his presence, and he guides me through the crowd, hand on my waist.

The realization hits me – maybe this isn't a delusion. He leads us to a quieter hallway, still audible with music, and a few others scattered around. His hand leaves my side as he leans against the wall opposite me. I mirror his stance, facing each other. Crossing his arms, his slightly cropped shirt rises, revealing the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers. He had such a slutty waist. My gaze drops to my hands, fiddling with my nails. He breaks the silence.

"Did you come here with a guy?"

"No, just some of the girls. Can't stand guys my age," I mumble, meeting his eyes. His gaze moves down my body before staring deeply into my eyes.

"Why’s that?"

"They're all immature," I start. He begins stepping closer, narrowing the already small space.

"And they don't know how to treat me right," I continue. He hums in agreement.

"Is that it?" he asks, now standing directly in front of me. Our bodies would be touching if I stood up straight, I bit my lip.

"Guys my age don't know how to touch me," I say, the alcohol boosting my confidence. His jaw clenches as he lets out a heavy breath. His tattooed hand moves to my waist, the other reaching up to my face, thumb rubbing my cheek. Panic sets in - what have I gotten myself into? Am I really going to cross this boundary?

"Want me to show you how good I can make you feel?" he says, his grip firm, eyes locking onto mine. I nod, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah."

Before I know it, he grabs my arm and drags me to the accessible bathroom stall, kissing me passionately. The euphoric sensation of the kiss overwhelms me as he pushes me against the wall, kicking the door shut behind him. Pressed against the wall, I willingly surrender to his dominance, allowing his tongue to explore and claim every inch of my parted lips.

His kisses travel a path down my jaw, leaving a trail of hickies. He explores down to my collars with a mixture of gentle sucking and teasing bites, each touch setting my skin ablaze. A soft moan escapes my lips as his hands find their way to my hips, pulling our bodies together bruisingly tight.

Returning to my lips, he intensifies the kiss, his hands sliding up beneath my thighs effortlessly. He picks me up, making me gasp, he hoists me up as though I weigh nothing, seamlessly carrying me across the small space to the sink.

Sitting me on the smooth surface, he maintains the seamless connection between our lips. The heat of the moment pulses between us, his hands trailing down to my hips, pulling me closer. The rhythmic dance of our bodies becomes a symphony of desire, with his lips never parting from mine. The sink counter becomes a temporary throne of passion as our connection deepens and the world outside the stall fades away. His hands trace a heated path down my body, gripping my ass with an assertive pull, drawing me tightly against him. The pressure of his hard on against my stomach sends a shiver through me, and a soft whine escapes my lips in response to the overwhelming desire.

My hands instinctively find their way into his hair, entwining my fingers as he pulls away, his gaze locked with mine. His hand boldly ventures up my skirt, fingers cupping my pussy, teasing, and pressing against my entrance. The sensation elicits an involuntary moan from me, and I tilt my head back, lost in the intensity of the moment.

"M-Matt, please, “I whimper breathlessly, aching against him. "Please, what, baby?" he teases, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches my desperate state. "Please, I need you," I shamelessly beg. He smiles, his pink lips pressing a quick kiss to my jaw, before pulling my underwear to the side. I wince as the cool air meets my exposed skin, his thumb brushing against my eager lips. "Open," he demands.

Parting my lips, I willingly comply, and he slides his thumb in. I suck on it as he pushes further, evoking a heavenly groan from his lips. "Good girl," he murmurs, withdrawing his thumb and shifting it down to my clit. Initially, he presses against it, not yet moving, drawing a whine from me. I grab his arm, yearning for more contact. He smirks as he gradually begins circling my clit with his thumb, causing me to throw my head back against the mirror behind me.

His pointer finger slips inside me while he continues to circle my clit with his thumb, making me let out a loud moan. "Look at me," he orders, bringing a momentary pause to his movements. I open my eyes to meet his gaze, and he bites his lip, smiling, resuming his movements. "So wet for me, angel," he remarks, moving down to kiss my neck. I tilt my head to grant him better access, gasping as he adds another finger and proceeds to suck hickeys into my sensitive skin.

Tugging at his hair, he groans, the knot in my stomach growing tighter. I clench around his fingers, whimpering, "Matt." He urges, "Shit, come for me, princess," against my collarbone. I moan, releasing my pent-up pleasure, his fingers slowing down in response. I grab his wrist, pulling him out of me, then guiding his fingers to my lips, sucking them clean.

As I look into his eyes, his once blown-out pupils abruptly contract. He withdraws his fingers from me and steps back, muttering a soft curse to himself. I stand up, my legs slightly aching, and adjust my underwear. He turns away and begins walking toward the door. What the fuck?

"Matt?" I almost yell. He freezes for a moment, turning his head to glance back at me. However, he doesn't linger, opening the door and leaving. Confusion floods me. I can't help but feel tears welling in my eyes. Everything happened so quickly—what the fuck did I do wrong?

I remain frozen until a man barges into the bathroom, heading for the toilet and gagging. I scrunch my face in disgust, walking out, my heels loudly clacking against the floor as I make my way towards the exit. I need to get out of here. The music grows louder, and a tightness grips my chest, making my breathing difficult. Someone grabs my wrist, and I turn around, relaxing when I see it's Madi.

"Where have you been, girl? Shit- Who gave you those hickeys?" she says, smiling and inspecting my neck, blissfully unaware of the gravity of the situation. "Don't worry about it. I'm just getting some air," I lie, quickly turning away and walking out of the club. Fuck. I open my phone and book an Uber. While I wait, I open Matt's chat, debating whether or not to text him. Fuck it.

Y/N:

Wtf happened tonight? Can we talk?

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Read. He left me on fucking read. It's been three days, and I've been dreading today - I have a lesson with him. I walk to my class, pushing the door open to find he's not in yet. I take my seat next to Madi, who stays silent. I think she knows I need space just judging by my presence - hoodie up, headphones still on, slouched in my chair with no books out.

About five minutes later, Matt comes in. He teaches as if nothing's happened, and throughout the lesson, he doesn't even look at me once. What a dick. The final bell rings, and I get out of my chair, walking behind everyone else. Right as I reach the door, our eyes meet. Shit. I quickly look away, pettily slamming the door shut behind me. Hold on. You know what? I'm not going to let this man USE me and then completely IGNORE me? Who does he fucking think he is? I turn around, slamming the door open. He looks up as if he's just seen a ghost, and I hear the door shut behind me.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I say, my brows knitted together. "Y/N, you need to go," he says. "No, I deserve an explanation. Do you think it's okay to just use girls, then fucking leave them?" I yell, stepping closer. He looks down, tongue in cheek. "I've got essays to mark."

"I don't give two shits, Matt," I reply hastily. He looks up at me, and his face softens at the sight of the hurt on my face. "Did I do something wrong?" I ask, feeling more vulnerable. He sighs, stepping closer, his hand coming up to my cheek.

"No, Y/N, shit, I panicked. I like you, Y/N, like a lot, but you're my student. You saw what happened to Kennedy. You think I want to get fired?" he says sweetly. I sniffle and look down, before he lifts my face back up with his hand.

"I'm not stupid, Matt. You're the one who told me how smart I am. No one's gonna find out about this," I reply, biting my lip. "It was just a one-time thing, right?" I continue. He looks at me.

"Would you like it to be a one-time thing?"

"No."

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1-800-hwahui · 1 year

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match of the season

member | college student radio host!junhui x fem student!reader genre | smut, fluff, humor word count | ~7,300 warnings | virgin!jun, shy clueless jun, fr that man does not know a single thing but it's endearing in a silly way, top!reader bot!jun (but no real dom/sub dynamics, more like reader leads until jun figures out how to take over), unprotected sex, jun big cock agenda, VOICE KINK (listen. you all knew it was coming), so much dirty talk, lots of consent bc it is very sexy, riding, little bit of dry humping?, mentions of an iud/birth control, jun is implied taller than reader (maybe size kink but only if you take it that way), jeonghan cameo and he's a menace, lots of fluff at the end (but also kinda throughout), please lmk if i missed any warnings! notes | this is a nsfw sequel to a sfw fic on my main writing blog @junkissed called sounds of the season, which is part of my series of winter-themed fics! if you haven't already, i would highly recommend reading that before reading this, since the stories are pretty closely connected. thanks to @onlymingyus for reading over this for me <3 i hope you all enjoy this as much as you enjoyed the first part. also like i said in part 1 i have no idea how radio works so if it doesn't make sense just roll with it lmao

you’re just putting the last finishing touches on your final paper when your phone buzzes. you glance down, grinning when you see junhui’s name on the screen.

unable to hide the butterflies in your stomach, you press a button to accept the call. “hi, junnie.”

“oh! hi,” his voice plays through your speaker with a giggle. “hey, i like that. ‘junnie’. do you want a nickname? but your name is so pretty, i don’t wanna change it–”

“whatever you want is fine,” you say, trying to hold back a smile. god, he’s cute.

“okay. i’ll think about it. oh, wait, yeah!” he says suddenly, as if he’s just remembered why he’s calling. “jeonghan left town early this week so it’s just me in the studio today, and it’s our last show of the semester. so anyway, do you wanna come over?” he stops, stumbling over his words. “well, not like, come over come over, i mean, we can just hang out, i–”

“give me half an hour,” you laugh, endeared by his eagerness.

“yay!” he cheers, and you shake your head with a smile.

half an hour later, a text pops up on jun’s phone, alerting him that you’re waiting outside the building. he leaps out of his chair, an excited grin on his face as he flings open the door and dashes downstairs to let you in.

he’s out of breath by the time he reaches the communications lab door, leaning on the push bar to let you in. “sorry, forgot they locked it already,” he pants.

“it’s fine,” you giggle. “so… everyone else is gone?”

he nods. “yeah, mr. choi said as long as i don’t mess with anything he’ll let me close by myself, so they all left early for break.”

you smile and hold out your hand for him to take, and he beams, hastily grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers with yours.

he leads you up the stairs to the sound booth, squeezing your hand the whole way.

it’s your second time being in the school’s recording studio, but the feeling is still new and exciting. you definitely understand now what jun meant when he said being around all the equipment is a lot of fun.

once inside, he shuts the heavy door with a click, locking the door and flipping on the “on air” light. not that anyone could get in anyway, but it’s a habit he doesn’t want to accidentally get out of before he comes back next semester.

he slides in front of the computer for a second, queueing another song so he has more time to grab what he’s designated as “your chair”; the comfiest one in the studio, according to him.

he pulls it over next to his chair and pats the cushion for you to sit. you giggle and plop down on the seat, scooching closer to him once he’s sat in his own chair.

he raises his eyebrows at you with a grin, then clears his throat and moves closer to the microphone as the song ends to do his job.

ever since you accidentally admitted to him that you like the way his voice sounds, he’s teased you about it—or at least, attempted to tease you about it. he's too sweet for his own good, so even when he tries to poke fun at you it comes out like a compliment.

he presses the red button and begins to talk. “that was one of the classics, ‘a holly jolly christmas’ by burl ives. coming up next, another favorite, ‘the christmas song’ by michael bublé, and more great songs on your favorite program: 111.7fm’s sounds of the season.”

he lets go of the button and sits back in his chair, spinning it around to face you as the slow music starts softly playing. “hi,” he says shyly. “did you like that?”

you smile. it’s a little bit of an odd question, but you’ve started to understand his awkwardness; he just needs a little encouragement. “i always like it. you’re really good at this.”

“i like it a lot,” he grins back, bouncing his head in excitement. “can i kiss you now?”

you laugh at his enthusiasm but nod, leaning forward to press your lips to his. he sighs into your mouth, his hands falling naturally to your waist. for supposedly not going out much, jun is really, really good at kissing, you’ve quickly learned over the last few days. how he got so good at it, you may never know, but the feeling of him pressed against you is too perfect to waste time questioning why.

despite being surrounded by the cold, metal recording equipment, the sound of michael bublé’s crooning voice and the gentle warmth of junhui’s lips makes the studio feel like the coziest place on earth.

his hands tug at your waist and you slide easily out of your chair and onto his lap, sitting sideways across his legs, never breaking the kiss.

he pulls away for a second, his cheeks dusted with pink. “let me… put the playlist on,” he says, his voice a little breathier than usual.

you hum in confusion, attention still focused on the curve of his lips and the little noises he makes when he’s kissing you. “what playlist?”

he laughs. “for the show. so we can keep doing… this, and not have to worry.”

“wait, so you mean, not all of it is live?”

he shakes his head. “almost all of it is, but there’s a backup playlist in case we get busy and can’t sit around pressing buttons for the whole hour. i used it a couple weeks ago when i had to finish my chem paper.”

he spins the chair around, facing you both in front of the computer screen and tapping a few buttons on the keyboard. he turns a dial on the soundboard and the background music in the studio gets lower, so quiet you need to strain to hear it.

he hums, and your attention turns away from the machinery and back to his eager smile.

“can i kiss you again?” he asks softly.

you giggle and put your hands around his neck. “you don’t have to ask every time.”

so he’s pushing his lips on yours again, kissing you like you’re the most delicate thing in the world.

and that’s when you feel it. the butterflies deep in your stomach that make you want to do things no person should be doing in a school building.

he pulls away for a second to catch his breath. “you’re so pretty,” he says dreamily, and you hate the way it immediately sends shivers down your spine, landing directly at your core.

you hold back a whimper and shift the way you’re sitting, moving so each leg is on either side of his legs, straddling his lap.

he pushes his mouth against yours, hands gently kneading your hips. your fingers dance beneath the bottom of his shirt, fingernails gliding over the warm, soft skin of his stomach and feeling his abs contract at your touch.

“wait,” he whimpers, and you pull back immediately, taking your hands off of him and putting them on your thighs.

“do you want me to stop?” you ask quietly. shit, you hope you haven’t completely ruined this by going too fast.

“no!” he nearly shouts, looking panicked, then clears his throat. “no,” he repeats. “i don’t want you to stop. i’m, just…” he trails off, avoiding your gaze.

“you can tell me, junnie,” you say gingerly, wanting him to be comfortable.

“i know,” he whines. “i’m… embarrassed,” he says, voice small.

“i’m not going to laugh at you,” you say softly.

“i’m not– i haven’t–” he freezes. you give him a small smile that you hope looks encouraging, and it must be, because he sighs and starts again. “i’m a… virgin,” he says, barely above a whisper.

“oh! that’s all?” you ask, taking his hand and threading your fingers in between his. he looks up at you, trying (and failing) to hide the surprise in his expression. “you don’t need to be embarrassed. everybody has a first time.”

you pause, not wanting to force him into doing this if he really isn’t ready. you don’t care, you have plenty of ways of getting yourself off if he wants to wait longer. because you are willing to wait. “we don’t have to now, junnie,” you say. “i’ll wait as long as you want me to.”

“i want to now,” he says quickly, shaking his head. “i just… don’t know what to do,” he mumbles.

“that’s fine,” you whisper, bringing your other hand up to his face and kissing his cheek tenderly. “we’ll go slow, and you tell me what you want.”

he hesitates, then tentatively places his hands on your waist, still holding your hands. “i want to kiss you again.”

you smile. “i can do that.”

and you lean back in, pressing your lips to his. gently at first, until he grips your waist a little harder and starts kissing you a little deeper. you let him get used to it, allowing him to set the pace he wants.

testing the waters, you push down on his lap a little, starting to grind lightly on his crotch. he whimpers and tugs at your hips to help you, beginning to fall into a steady rhythm.

you stay like this for a while, leisurely making out on his lap, for longer than you normally would with someone else. but this isn’t someone else, this is junhui, and you’re more than content going as slow as he wants. plus, all this is just making you wetter and wetter as time goes on, riling you up the more you think about what’s to come later.

you can feel him getting harder underneath you, and you moan into him, eagerly but patiently waiting for him. his hands climb up your back, hooking around your shoulders and pulling you almost completely flush with his chest.

he pulls away after a minute, lips red and puffy from the contact and breathing hard. “don’t– you need a c-condom, when… so you, don’t get pregnant?” he stutters out, struggling to get the words out and to stop from bucking his hips against you.

“i have an iud, it’s alright,” you say, also panting for breath.

“okay.” he exhales and leans back, letting go of your hips.

you look at him in confusion at his sudden pause. “why…?”

he stares at you. “uh, don’t you have to go put it in? or did you do that before you got here?”

you snort. “my iud? no, it’s in all the time. it doesn’t come out.”

“oh,” he says, his cheeks flushing pink. “sorry, i didn’t know–”

“it’s okay, junnie. don’t apologize,” you say, trying your hardest to hold back a laugh. poor sweet, oblivious junhui. you’re not laughing at him, you’re laughing at how adorably clueless he is. you find yourself hoping you might be the one to help him understand these things, if he wants you to.

“have you… before?” he asks shyly, avoiding your eyes again.

you pause, knowing he’s already embarrassed and trying to answer him as gently as possible. “yes,” you say finally, and his face droops a little at your response. “but that doesn’t mean anything. it’s my first time with you, too, so we’re learning about each other. that’s all it is. so just… don’t think about it, okay? the only thing i’m thinking about right now is you.”

his cheeks are a deep shade of pink, but he nods. you take his hands carefully and put them at the hem of your shirt, guiding him to pull it up and over your head. you unclasp your bra and turn around to toss it over to your chair.

“now your turn,” you say gently, looking up at his eyes, which are still focused on your boobs.

“ju-un,” you murmur in a sing-song voice, and his eyes snap back to your face. “do you want to keep going?”

“yeah,” he chokes out. “i mean– yes. yes, please.”

you coo at his manners, moving off of his lap to wiggle your pants down your legs. his eyes are completely transfixed on your body, admiring every inch of you that he can see.

“do you want to now?” you ask, and he nods rapidly. he stands up and throws his shirt off, and his pants are quick to follow until he’s sitting back in his chair in only his boxers. the lines of his stomach seem even more defined in the low light of the studio, and you so desperately want to run your hands up and down his torso, and feel every inch of him, but– one thing at a time.

you slide your panties off and go back to your position straddling his lap. “is this okay?” you ask again.

“mhm,” he hums lowly, and you feel it deep in your abdomen, walls clenching around nothing at the sound.

his eyes dart around your face, and you reach up to run your fingers through his hair, tucking it gently behind his ear. “are you ready?” you ask softly.

his eyes widen, and he springs into action, his hands flying to your waist again. “oh! okay, yes, yes, um…”

you try not to giggle at his enthusiasm. you trail your hand carefully down to the waistband of his shorts, slipping the tip of your finger inside the elastic. “you have to take this off, junnie,” you whisper.

“mm, okay,” he whines, and you lift up a little so he can slide them down without standing up. he kicks them off and you sit back down, looking down to see what you’re working with. now that he’s fully hard, you can see that he’s… big, much bigger than you expected from a man this shy.

but who are you to judge, so you adjust on his lap, sitting up to reach below you and take his cock in your hand, positioning it at your entrance. he whimpers at the contact as you slowly drag his tip through your folds, spreading your wetness around.

“you just sit here and let me do all the work, baby, okay?” you hum, gripping his shoulder with your other hand. “let me make you feel good, hm?”

he lets out a garbled noise in response, barely comprehending your words at how engrossed he is with the way you’re holding his cock so delicately, waiting to push it inside and finally feel you.

“junnie, need you to use your words, honey,” you say gently, moving the hand on his shoulder to lightly cup his jaw, lifting his chin so his gaze lands on your face. “you have to tell me if you don’t like something or you wanna do something different, okay?

“i wanna do you,” he says, staring blankly into your eyes, and that’s when you know he’s already gone.

you giggle. “i know, baby. you’re going to. but you have to talk to me.”

“‘cause you like my voice.”

you resist the urge to cringe, still embarrassed that that’s the thing he remembers about you. “yes, i do, but no, that's not why. you need to tell me if you want to stop, at any time, and we’ll stop, okay?”

hearing your tone get serious, he seems to snap out of it a little. “okay,” he whimpers. “can i…?”

he trails off, and you shake your head. you know he’s shy, but you can’t let him off the hook every single time, or else he’ll never learn. “can you what, honey? use your words.”

by now the tips of his ears have turned red, and he’s beginning to lose control, his hips starting to grind against you involuntarily. “can i… fuck you?” he rasps.

“of course you can,” you coo, slipping your hand behind his neck and kissing him gently. “good job, baby.”

he mewls at the praise, and you finally start to sink down on his cock. it burns at first with how girthy he is, but soon the stretch feels good, and you have to fight to keep yourself upright on his lap, soft whimpers escaping your lips.

he groans, throwing his head back against the back of his chair, his grip on your waist tightening. it takes some time, but you finally sit all the way down on his lap, legs splayed on either side of his hips.

immediately he thrusts up into you hard, and you yelp, pushing on his shoulders to get him to stop. “wait!” you pant, squeezing your eyes shut in pain. “just… wait a second first.”

“s-sorry,” he whines, his adam’s apple bobbing with each labored breath.

“s’okay,” you breathe, beginning to adjust to the feeling of his thick cock throbbing inside you. “you’re… big, gotta– gotta give me a second, oh my god.”

he hums absently, clearly pleased with your response, but he manages to stop moving for a little bit.

you sit still on top of him, your muscles gradually beginning to relax as you get used to the feeling.

he sighs, his hands sliding up your back, caressing your skin beneath his fingertips. “feels so good, just wanna… fuck, just wanna be inside you forever.”

you would be surprised at the sudden lewdness of his words, if you weren’t so focused on the way the tone of his voice has abruptly dropped an octave. he’s starting to get more comfortable, you can tell, and you won’t lie: it’s dangerous for you.

“can– are you okay now?” he asks, eyes focused back on your face again.

“mhm,” you manage, letting out a short exhale. you start to wind your hips in circles, bouncing slowly on his lap as his hands roam your body, touching every inch of you as if he’s trying to memorize every last curve.

it’s a gentle pace; although much too slow for you, you’re hoping it’s just right for junhui to start out with. you’re not used to being on top, so you’re doing your best to keep up, but your thigh is starting to cramp from the position you’ve been sitting in and having to do the work yourself.

he must notice your discomfort, because his hands fall back down to their place at your waist, kneading your skin as he lifts his hips against you in rhythm.

“can i take over?” he mumbles, voice breathy. “please, let me, please.”

“yes, please,” you sigh, your head falling forward to rest on his chest. his skin is burning hot beneath your cheek, and you exhale, closing your eyes from exhaustion.

as soon as you relax and stop moving your hips, his own start moving immediately, your surprised cry punctuated by hard thrusts up into you, over and over again.

you’re still trying to figure out where the hell he got all this stamina from when he starts murmuring in your ear, sweet, dirty whispers as he pounds into you from below.

“you’re so… beautiful, oh my god,” he says in the low voice you’re still struggling to get used to hearing come out of his mouth. “you’re so good, wanna have you like this forever, please–”

“jun, ke–keep talking, please,” you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut in pleasure.

“you like my voice, but you sound so pretty right now,” he groans. “you should hear yourself. wanna hear you cry and make you feel so good, wanna hear you– god, wanna fuck you like this all day and never stop.”

you let out a moan, his words going straight through you. the rumble in his chest as he speaks reverberates against your head.

the combination of his brutal pace along with the innocently filthy words from his mouth brings you right up to the edge, and you feel the knot in your abdomen tightening.

you shift a little, moving up so you can wrap your arms around his neck, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

his hips falter for half a second at the contact, but he recovers quickly, wrapping his long arms around you and pressing you flush against his chest, jerking you up and down on his cock with fervor.

“you’re so pretty, you’re so beautiful, you’re so perfect,” he babbles, somehow remembering to keep talking you through everything. “love you so much– fuck, thank you, you’re so amazing, you’re so–”

you almost miss the four-letter word that slips out in between his praises, but it rings through your ears, nestling itself in your heart. you decide to ignore it for now, too focused on chasing your rapidly approaching high, but you promise yourself you’ll talk to him after this is all over and figure out what this is between you two.

you whine, breath catching in your throat as your own words tumble out of you in a constant stream. “keep going, jun, please– keep going, so close, please, junnie please, need you–”

“are you gonna cum? you’re so perfect, please cum for me, please, baby, lemme hear you.”

“fuck, yes!” and with that you’re catapulting over the edge with a sob, clenching around his cock as your orgasm slams into you.

he keeps thrusting into you, not once stuttering as he fucks you through your high, content to keep going and going and going until–

“jun,” you call out weakly, head swirling as you try to sit up. “jun. jun, you can s-slow down.”

his hips begin to stop, slowing down until he’s gently rocking you back and forth on his lap. “did you cum already?” he asks in surprise. like a dork.

you choke out a laugh, head lolling as your arms loosen around his neck. “yeah. yeah, i did.”

“oh.”

if you weren’t so exhausted already, you would burst out laughing. “you’ll figure it out,” you wheeze, hoping it sounds reassuring.

he starts to move his arms to let go of you, still wrapped around your torso, but you whine and he freezes.

“just… stay here first,” you say, letting your eyes fall shut for a second.

“why?”

you sigh. “because it’s nice.”

“oh,” he says again. he settles back into the chair, holding you on his lap, arms wrapped around you, just sitting quietly.

after a few more seconds of peace you pull yourself upright, pushing your hands against his chest.

“ …what now?” he asks quietly, eyes finding your face.

“you didn’t cum yet, right?” you say. he hums out a no. “then we keep going.”

he yelps in surprise when you start to lift yourself off his lap, his still-hard cock slipping out of you, now soaked in your juices. “don’t we have to wait for you?”

you fight the urge to slap your hand over your forehead. “i can cum more than once, honey. we don’t need to wait,” you say with the straightest face you can muster.

he nods, taking in this clearly unheard of information.

“do you want me to suck you off?” you ask, bringing his attention back to you.

“wh-what?” he stutters, face turning red, clearly not expecting it.

you take in a deep breath. “where do you want to finish?” you try instead, thinking it might help him decide.

“where will you let me?” he replies, wide eyes searching yours as if it’s a trick question designed to make him fail and you’re hiding the answer somewhere in your tender gaze.

“wherever you want, junnie.”

he pauses, like he’s making sure you aren’t lying to him. “can–” he clears his throat and starts again, more sure of himself. “i have an, um… idea.”

“mhm,” you breathe, watching him expectantly.

“do you think i could, maybe… stand up? and, have– you, over the…” he trails off, gesturing to the empty table beside you and hoping you’ll understand what he’s trying to say.

“you want to bend me over and fuck me on the table?” you translate for him, blinking.

instantly his cheeks flare, the shyness returning. “well, i… i. no, um, uh–”

“you can say yes, junnie. it’s hot.”

“you think so?” he squeaks in shock.

you giggle. “yes. you can do whatever you want to, just ask me first.”

his face breaks out into a wide grin. “okay. will you please, um, follow me?” he asks, holding out his arm like a waiter leading you to a table at a restaurant. if he wasn’t so damn cute you definitely would’ve smacked him by now.

you finally move off of his lap and step away, giving him room to move from his chair. you’d forgotten how big he is until he stands up, towering over you, and it sends an involuntary shiver down your spine. he turns and starts walking away, expecting you to follow him.

you laugh and grab his arm, pulling him back. when he looks at you in curiosity, you take his large hands and place them on your waist, motioning for him to guide you.

his mouth falls into an ‘o’ and he follows your lead, pushing you by your hips over to the table.

he stands behind you, caging you in against the table with his tall frame but otherwise not doing anything. you glance over your shoulder at him, nodding in approval.

his hands leave your waist and ever so gently press on your lower back to tilt you over. you comply, letting him move you how he wants.

“is that good?” he asks softly.

“it’s great,” you say, wiggling your ass playfully. “good job asking.”

he hums, so low it’s more like a growl, and it sends another shiver down your spine. at this angle you can feel his dick pressed against your ass, hard and throbbing.

he grinds against you, dragging his cock up and down your hole. you know he’s not doing it intentionally to tease you—you’re not even sure if he’s capable of that—but it does plenty to rile you up.

“junnie, please?” you gasp out, writhing your hips in search of friction, anything. his grip tightens on you, stilling your movements.

“what do i do?” he whispers.

“put it in,” you whisper back, unable to stop the giggle that slips out. he whines in annoyance, so you stop, giving him real advice this time. “just go slow. you can do it, baby.”

you angle your ass up, hoping to give him better access to your dripping hole. he’s already been inside you once, so surely he can find it again… right?

your expectations are clearly too high, because suddenly you feel his tip pressing in between your ass cheeks, and he’s—

you yelp, and he freezes, his hands flying off of you. you reach behind and stick your index finger into your pussy, using the rest of your fingers to spread your folds apart so he can see. “this one, baby.” at least he was going slow, like you said.

“oh! sorry, i’m so sorry,” he mumbles, and even without looking you already know he’s redder than a tomato.

“jun. don’t apologize. it’s okay,” you say softly. you move your hand away from your pussy and reach it out to him, craning your neck to see him. you wave your fingers at him, and he takes your hand, automatically twining his fingers with yours. it makes you smile. “just go for it, honey.”

“okay,” he breathes, and he starts slowly pushing into you again (the right one this time).

tiny gasps fall from your lips as you feel him fill you up again, stuffing you with his cock, inch by careful inch. once he bottoms out you exhale, letting out the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding in.

when you don’t feel any more movement, you realize he’s stopped, waiting. you almost whine at how cute and considerate he is, but instead you just squeeze his hand. “baby, you can move.”

“okay,” he says again, and pulls out carefully before slowly pushing back in.

you moan as he starts to increase his pace, rapidly pumping into you as his hips smack against your ass. you arch your back a little, trying to angle him in deeper. each powerful thrust pushes you against the table, your hip bones hitting the edge in a way that’ll definitely leave bruises. but you can’t bring yourself to care when junhui’s thick cock is thrusting into you like his life depends on it.

still holding onto his hand, you slip your other hand down to run your fingers over your clit, rubbing small circles. you can feel the pressure in your abdomen growing, and—

“fuck, you’re so tight,” jun groans, voice thick with need, and he begins pushing into you even harder than before, something you didn’t even think could be possible. you whine and move your hand from your clit back to the edge of the table to stop yourself from ramming into it.

he notices your elbow bent at an awkward angle to protect yourself, so he lets go of your hand and snakes around your stomach to pull you back so you’re standing upright, both his arms wrapped securely around your body. “feels so good… god, wish i had done this sooner, you’re so amazing, so perfect, for me.”

you whimper at his words, unintentionally clenching around him. “jun,” you cry out softly.

“fuck, baby, say my name again– please, like that, baby, please say it, again,” he begs you, fingers pressing into your skin that you’re sure will leave you covered in little oval-shaped bruises by the time he’s done.

“jun! please, i’m so close, jun,” you moan, repeating his name over and over again like a mantra, getting closer and closer to your release with each syllable.

“i’m cl-close too, baby, please… you’re so good, fuck! you’re so good.”

the constant praise is almost too much, and with one more sharp thrust you’re coming undone on his cock for the second time. your legs wobble as you struggle to stay standing, your hands coming up to hang on to junhui’s strong arms wrapped around you for support.

he whines loudly, and you know he must be getting close, too. “can i– can i cum on your back?” he pants out, still gripping you tightly. as much as he really, really wants to cum inside you, he figures it might be messier than cumming on you. and besides, he doesn’t want to get too greedy; it is only his first, after all.

“yes! yes please, yes, jun,” you manage, still wading through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

a little harder than he intends, he’s shoving you roughly down onto the table again, pulling his dick out of you to jerk himself over you.

“junnie, please,” you whimper out weakly, and the sweet sounding words on your lips have him choking back a sob as he cums, thick spurts of white painting your lower back.

he keeps moving his hand on his cock until he’s completely finished, panting heavily. by the time he’s done you’re both sticky with sweat, breathing like you’ve just run a marathon.

you let out a long sigh, feeling exhausted but satisfied. silence settles over the studio, the music long stopped, but you can’t tell if it’s a good silence or a bad silence.

you realize you’d closed your eyes while jun was cumming, and when you don’t feel his touch anymore, you slowly pry them open again, wondering where he went.

you prop your head up in your hands and look behind you to see jun hastily pulling on his boxers and jeans.

your jaw drops in horror. you’d thought, with his inexperience, he wouldn’t be like all the other guys who fuck and then take off, but apparently, you thought wrong.

“jun!”

his head whips around as he pulls his zipper up, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

“are you seriously gonna just leave?”

his mouth falls open. “no! of course not! i was just putting my pants back on.”

your expression softens. “oh,” you say quietly, face flushing at having jumped to conclusions so quickly. “sorry.”

“why would i wanna leave after this?” he frowns, looking genuinely appalled at the mere idea that someone might do that. “you’re still here.”

“i thought, since–” you start, then pause. discussion for another time. “nevermind, it’s not important. but why were you putting your pants on like you were gonna leave?”

you’re the one feeling embarrassed, but it’s junhui that turns red and starts stuttering. “well, i– um, i didn’t want you to… see…”

you laugh and put your head back in your arms. when you don’t say anything, he calls out your name nervously, and you look back over at him.

“junnie, your dick was just in me. twice. i don’t care what it looks like.”

“okay,” he says shyly, but his fingers still fumble with the button of his jeans.

you sigh once he finishes adjusting his pants. whatever makes him more comfortable, you suppose. “jun, can you… help me clean up now, please?” you ask timidly.

he glances over at you, looking like he’s about to ask why you need help, but then he sees you still bent awkwardly over the table and his cum still covering your back, and his eyes widen. “oh! shit, yeah– yes, i’m so sorry, i will–” he stammers, almost tripping over his backpack in his hurry to go get a tissue from the box by the door.

you sigh, more exhausted than mad, knowing you can’t really fault him. he comes back over a second later, gripping a wadded-up handful of tissues.

he drops them on your back and begins wiping at your skin, gingerly cleaning you off. when he’s satisfied with his work, he balls up the tissues and tosses them into the small can by the door.

“oh!” he says, realizing. “i think we have antibacterial wipes in here too, do you want me to use one of those? er, wait, i don’t know if they’re safe for skin…”

with your back (mostly) clean again, you stand up, wincing at the ache in your hips. “it’s fine, don’t worry about it. i’ll shower when i get home.”

you limp over to your chair, picking up your clothes and sitting down to start getting dressed again.

when jun finishes pulling his shirt over his head and looks over at you he gasps, seeing the bruises across your hips and tummy. “holy shit! did i do that?” he asks, looking horrified, and you look down to check.

“oh. yeah, that and the table,” you shrug, hooking your bra behind your back.

“i’m sorry,” he says, voice quivering, and he genuinely looks like he’s about to cry until you convince him you’re alright and he didn’t do anything wrong.

“it’s not supposed to hurt, though, i thought,” he frowns. “i don’t want to hurt you. i lo– um, like you,” he says, “why would i want to hurt you?” he catches himself quickly, but you heard what he started to say. you decide now isn’t the best moment for you to bring it up, so you leave it alone.

“sometimes people like it when it hurts. sometimes people like it not to hurt. everybody’s different,” you tell him instead.

he nods, thinking. “i… liked this,” he says finally.

you smile, finishing putting the last of your clothes back on. “good, i’m glad. you’re supposed to enjoy it.”

“did… you like it?” he asks tentatively.

“yes, i did like it,” you giggle, and he beams, clearly proud of himself. and he should be. obviously it wasn’t the most perfect of your life, but when is it ever? it was close enough to perfect that it might as well be.

“you live on campus, right? so i don’t need to walk you to your car?” he asks, grabbing his jacket that somehow fell on the floor and tossing it onto his chair as he starts to shut everything down in the studio.

you sigh. damn, you’d forgot about this part. sure, a couple hours ago you could walk just fine to the communications building on the complete opposite side of campus, but you hadn’t planned on getting railed within an inch of your life so you hadn’t exactly thought to bring your car. “yeah, but i… it’s on the south end, and i probably won’t be able to walk very far,” you mumble, avoiding his gaze. “i’ll take the shuttle.”

he frowns. “i’m not gonna let you take the bus. i can give you a ride.”

“you don’t need to, jun.”

“yes, i do,” he says assertively, and it startles you enough to meet his eyes. you haven’t ever heard his voice that firm, and when you look up his expression is as equally determined as his tone. not that you’d ever admit it to him, but it is kind of… hot.

you decide not to argue with him, knowing you won’t be able to change his mind anyway. you nod an ‘okay’, and his face instantly brightens to the awkward, nerdy jun you’re used to, beaming like he did when you first agreed to another date, back in the café what feels like ages ago.

“are you doing anything tonight?” you ask, watching him shut down the equipment and turn all the knobs and dials to an off position.

“no. i mean, i was gonna catch up on my show, but then, i didn’t expect for… this, to happen, so…” he shrugs. “i don’t know.”

“do you wanna come over? i… i mean, not to do anything. just… wanna be with you.” your voice comes out smaller than you intend it to, but jun still hears you loud and clear.

“yeah,” he grins. “yeah, that would be really cool.”

he pauses, looking like he wants to ask you something but not sure if he should. “can i give you a hug?” he says finally.

you smile. only junhui would ask for something as small and sweet as a hug after having sex. “yes, please.”

he crosses the room in two strides, barely giving you time to process before he’s squeezing you in his arms. you sigh and automatically melt into his arms, inhaling the perfumey scent of his cologne lingering on his wrinkled clothes.

it feels… good, being cared about.

he finishes shutting everything down quickly and grabs his things, swinging his backpack over his shoulder as he flips off the lights and closes the door behind you, making sure it’s locked before heading down the stairs.

you hate the way your legs tremble going down the steps, cursing him for being so good at his first time, because who the hell is that good their first time? already at the bottom of the stairs, jun looks back to see where you are and why you aren’t beside him, and, seeing you gripping onto the side railing for support, he dashes back up the steps two at a time to grab your arm and help you.

“you weren’t kidding when you said you couldn’t walk,” he giggles, holding the door open for you, and oh my god you want to hit him. “does that always happen? i thought people always just made that up to sound cool.”

“yes, i wasn’t kidding, and no, it doesn’t always,” you mutter, face heating in embarrassment. “depends on the person and how rough it is.”

his smile widens, the implied meaning of your words sinking in. “so what you’re saying is, my di–”

“junnie, if you finish that sentence, i swear to god i will never have sex with you ever again.”

he giggles, but he shuts his mouth, helping you the rest of the way to his car in silence. this time you know for sure, it’s a good silence.

his car is nicer than you’d expect a man’s car to be: clean and fairly organized, and there’s no half-eaten fast food in the backseat. he swings open the door for you and tries to help you sit down, but you swat his hand away.

he jogs around to the driver side door and slides into the seat, slamming it shut behind him. he buckles up, then grabs a candy cane from the pile in the cupholder and holds it out to you. “candy cane?”

“i’m… good,” you laugh, forcing yourself not to make a joke about having better things to suck on. why does he even have those in his car?

the ride to your apartment complex is pleasant. as expected from the radio man himself, as soon as the key is in the ignition, he turns the radio on, humming along to every song. you find yourself spending most of the drive staring at him, studying the tiny features in his cheeks when he smiles and the way his adam’s apple bobs when he hums.

after a shower, clean pajamas, and a raid of your refrigerator for snacks and something to drink, you’re snuggled up on the couch with jun, catching up on the show he wanted to watch. it’s the middle of some random season and you have no idea what’s going on, but you don’t care. just being here with him is more than enough for you, and you’re glad he’s enjoying being here, too.

“do you have a voice kink?” he asks suddenly at one of the commercials.

you nearly choke on your gatorade. “i– well, i mean… i didn’t used to, but…” you sputter out, your cheeks burning in embarrassment. “where did you even hear that?”

“jeonghan said you might.”

you scoff. you still haven’t met junhui’s broadcasting partner yet, but you already have some choice words in mind for him when you do finally get to have the pleasure of meeting him. “well, tell him to keep his thoughts to himself,” you say, taking another smaller sip and avoiding his grin.

“so is that a yes?”

you roll your eyes and ignore him, which might as well be a yes, but you choose not to admit it. you know you definitely need to talk to him about… everything, but he seems so happy right now, you don’t want to risk ruining the evening.

but luckily for you, he brings it up himself at the next commercial break.

“how long do i have to wait until i can ask you to be my girlfriend?” he says, muting the tv and looking over at you.

you laugh. “were we not… already?” you ask. “we’ve been on, like, four dates. usually that part happens before you have sex.”

he looks a little disappointed, for some reason. not exactly the reaction you’d expect when someone tells you they want to keep seeing you. “oh. um, well…” he starts, scratching at the back of his neck. “i planned it all out, i was gonna do this big thing and ask you. i thought i was supposed to. i meant to do it earlier, but…” he trails off, cheeks turning pink.

your expression softens. “you… can ask me now,” you say, putting your hand on his thigh.

“okay.” he clears his throat, sitting up straighter on the couch. “will you be my girlfriend?”

you try not to laugh at how serious he is, knowing he’s really, really trying. “yes, of course,” you reply, trying to match his seriousness.

“is that okay? that i didn’t do it right?” he asks nervously, fiddling with the hem of the blanket covering your laps.

you smile and bring your hand up to his cheek, pulling him towards you to give him a quick kiss. “you did it perfect, junnie.”

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caramelcleopatraa · 28 days

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DADDY'S HANDS

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x: finally got something out (excuse any errors you see) :( I have 3 other imagines in queue right now. I should be able to get another imagine out by Friday. this was inspired from the video of him signing his merch.... obviously. aaanyways, the usual college is whooping my black ass and i'm still horny as ever :p. Enjoy :)

content: Roman Reigns x Reader, 18+ MDNI, hands.... that's it.

You love his hands. It’s not your fault that your eyes gravitated to his huge hands engulfing regularly sized objects. Or the way that the veins in his hands demanded your attention while he was busy signing away an endless mountain of merch. You could get lost for hours imagining those hands all over your body. Pressing, pulling, dragging, and tugging at you. How his hands would look soaked and swimming in your juices. How his hand would hold your wrists above your head while he fucks you passionately. You knew that those same hands would be on you an hour later, but that hour felt so far away. You felt like an impatient kid waiting for a kids meal. You wanted him. Unknown to you, Roman had already peeped your quietness and noticed your eyes glued to his hands. He smirked to himself knowing you were lost in your imagination, your still body and blank eyes told him so.

“You okay?” His voice brought you out of your mind and back to the present. You shifted in your seat and gave him a genuine smile. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

“I know,” Roman says confidently. The look of his face told you that he knew exactly what you were thinking about. You weren't sure if you should be embarrassed that you are so easy to read, or turned on because he knew exactly what you wanted. He knew exactly how your mind worked and what switches to flip to get you right where he wanted you. Realistically, he didn't have to do much. His body straining his all black outfit already formed a pool between your legs.

“I can take a break,” Roman says, closing the shiny sharpie and laying it down on the table. He was already moving towards you before you could form a response. Your eyes twinkled with desire for Roman. If there weren’t staff members in the room, you would let him bend you over the table and have his way with you. It felt like heaven finally feeling his hands on your waist, holding you tight. Your mind was running wild with all sorts of ideas of what he could do to you. But they all circled back to his hands. How they flipped you into the next position, how they would restrict your movements, how they would explore every part of your body. “What are you thinking about right now?”

“Your hands,” you said with no hesitation. He smiles and takes his hands off of your hips to look at them closely in a pretend state of confusion. “My hands. What about ‘em?” You took his right hand in yours and replied, “How they’ll hold me place while you fuck me.” Roman’s eyes darkened and his smug smirk returned once again. He yelled at the staff to exit the room, and they followed instruction, fastly filing out of the room.

“Get on the table.” You looked at him in question. “Why?”

“Cause i’m ‘bout to make your daydream come true. Hands above your head.”

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katiesbowlcut · 5 months

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hiii i saw u needed requests to blurbs/ headcanons so here i am 🤭 could u write julien x reader where julien has a crush on a random youtuber (that like talks about books and stuff) and phoebe and lucy makes fun of julien bc she wasn’t this type of person before and then one day this bookworm youtuber says that she’s going to a boygenius show and julien tries everything to meet reader?

pls and thank u

i hope this isn’t too long

julien baker x yt!crush ღ

format: blurb

warnings: none!

a/n: i literally fell in love with this the second i saw it omg it’s so cute<3 been working on some anxiety comfort ideas but can’t choose a member of muna or boygenius to do first so if there’s one anyone would like to be first please do request it!! thank you so much for all the likes on my stuff it means the world 💞

okay so, the boys are on tour but tonight is a very special night for them becauseeeee… they have a night off!! they go out, have some nice dinner then decide to just chill in the tour bus for the rest of the night because they don’t need to wake up extra early to go to their next tour destination

so julien is in her lil bunk (pls i can just imagine how snuggled up she is) and she is so beyond bored

so what do you do when you’re bored? you browse tiktok until you fry your brain!!

she’s scrolling on her fyp not really bothering to actually watch through any of the tiktoks she's starting, that is until she sees…you

she mutters a barely audible “woah”

within a minute she’s followed you and is now stalking your whole account

cut to around 20 minutes later and she’s holding her phone sideways (pretty close to her face but not that close that she can’t see) watching one of your youtube videos.

this spiral continues until she is that exhausted she physically can’t keep her eyes open anymore

for the next few weeks this is her new routine: getting ready for shows watching your videos, buying your favourite books online and reading them on her phone when she gets the chance. she never falls asleep without watching at least one of your videos & a few tiktoks

one time she’s watching your newest video after having to wait a whole excruciatingly long day, she’s got headphones in, she’s never been so relaxed until…

you say you HATE people who read books online

“just buy the real book? why can’t people put down their screens anymore” and you’re clearly not being serious as you laugh and continue to joke about how all millennials are just taller ipad kids

but julien? it is no joke to her. in an instant she has removed her online books and has planned to go to the nearest bookstore when she’s next free and buy them all ‘for real’

i feel like the moment phoebe and lucy find out is SO FUNNY like i can picture them all sat together before a show, lucy just talking about the most recent book she’s been reading when julien chimes in with “oh yeah i just finished reading that, so good”

silence fills the entire room… phoebe and lucy share a look of horror

“where’s julien and what have you done with her??” phoebe would joke absolutely cackling with lucy about it

this is where the ‘bullying’ starts and never ends!

somehow they manage to convince julien to give them your name so now all of boygenius + katie gavin follow you on tiktok AND instagram

after seeing this you obviously have to make a tiktok about it. your favourite band members of all time just followed you back! you continue to rant and rave about it in your tiktok, also choosing to mention that you are seeing boygenius the following week and how crazyyy it is that they have followed you for a reason unbeknownst to you

this causes julien to go into panic mode. she was going to be performing to you NEXT WEEK

jump forward a week to the show, it’s going great! julien spent the whole day checking your instagram to see where you were at and when you’d be arriving. there’s barely and service in the venue, so unfortunately, her last update was a photo of you in the queue (she definitely took a screenshot because you look amazing)

so, they’re around 5 songs into the show, then she spots you. you’re standing only one row back from the barrier. julien can’t help but stare because you look beautiful

phoebe and lucy take notice of this but play it off cool. they share a menacing look before phoebe leans into the mic and says, “so, anyone got a crush right now?”

julien swears she nearly puked the second she heard that.

the conversation drags on for what feels like hours to julien when in reality it was only really around 5 minutes, majority of it being taken up by the crowd screaming in response to their several questions about crushes

it goes quiet for a second

“jb has a crush… she’s actually here tonight” the crowd starts SCREAMINGGG. people literally praying it’s them (so real)

julien has now sat on the floor of the stage with her face completely buried in her knees, lucy is still standing in front of her microphone dying with laughter over how embarrassed julien is getting.

little did she know though, it was about to get so much worse!!

lucy had dmed you the night before and basically just told you that julien had like changed her whole personality because of her crush on you. she also very sneakily organised for you to come backstage after the show and meet for the first time ever!

PLEASEEE imagine LUCY DACUS messaging you randomly and telling you that JULIEN MF BAKER HAS A CRUSH ON YOU.

lil time skip to that but imagine julien stood there fiddling with her fingers while she waits for you because she’s so nervous

you asking her the best books she’s read because of you<33

i can perfectly picture lucy and phoebe just stood there like ‘😁’ before having an “oh shit” moment and realising they’re intruding LMAO

your first date is to your favourite bookstore btw

I LOVE SOFT MASCS. (i am one)

a/n: this is my first blurb ever 😮 i’m so sorry i didn’t see this until now! hope you liked it :) again please feel free to send any other requests you have i love munagenius 🫶

#julien baker #julien baker x reader #boygenius #boygenius x reader #live laugh love julien baker #I LOVE HER SO MUCHHHH #not proofread

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4am-enha · 6 months

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GIRLLL!!! I have already looked through all your posts and your writings are sooooo good :(((

.... There:(( can you please write a fluff, one shot of hoon and the introverted and unsocial y/n 🙁🫶

sweet (in)convenience.

note: i needed to get a sunghoon one shot out so why not! i hope this is okay~ thank you sm for reading my stuff!! and thank you to @euphoricfilter for helping me come up with an idea for this one shot. <33

tags/desc: (have you ever gone to the store with your parents and they randomly rush away leaving you in line by yourself while they grab something ‘quickly’? yeah, that’s what this is.) introverted, socially anxious reader and soft teasing sunghoon who does the talking for them. holding hands, brief kisses, reassurance, friendly teasing, short convenience store trip with sunghoon.

genre: fluff, comfort, established relationship.

pairing: sunghoon x you (y/n), gender neutral but term ‘passenger princess’ is used.

warnings: pet names like ‘babe’ & ‘love’ used a few times. very brief mention of a panic/anxiety attack.

wc≈ 1.6k, one shot format.

“What’s going on with all these people?” Sunghoon scanned around the cramped store, bewildered by the number of people as the bell on the door announced your entrance.

“I guess there must be some sort of celebration or event going on somewhere close by and people needed some snacks or something,” you shrugged.

He suddenly gasped, making you look up at him in wonder, “Or maybe they’re gaining supplies because they’re revolting against something and we’re missing out.”

You stared at him blankly.

“Okay, yeah. Let’s go with your idea.”

You giggled, giving him an eye roll in response. Sunghoon was quite silly, but he was really nice company. Being around him always felt sort of like there was a bubble around you, providing you protection and always making you feel so comfortable and safe no matter where you were, or went. As long as he was by your side, it was okay.

You followed Sunghoon around as he grabbed things off the shelves, “what are we actually here for again?”

“I wanted to grab a few things for that gathering I’m going to later with the guys. I’m pretty sure everyone is bringing some sort of snack. Plus, we desperately need milk in the house. We’re out again.”

Sunghoon quickly closed the door of the store's refrigerator. Then, you followed him into the queue for checkout. He had already gotten what he needed.

You sighed, “Well, maybe if you didn’t drink milk on its own, we would actually have some left for the cereal.”

“What’s your problem with drinking milk on its own? It’s good. Literally, don’t bash it until you’ve tried it, girl.” Sunghoon tried to do some sort of swish with his hair and neck, but it didn’t work like he had intended it to.

Your eyes widened with surprise and you let out a small laugh, “Why are you trying to sound sassy?”

“Did you not hear? It’s the… what’s it called? Oh right, the sassy man apocalypse, or something like that. Ah, can you also hold this for me? I forgot something. I’ll be right back,” he shoved the shopping basket into your arms, flashed you a thankful smile, and winked as he dashed off to grab whatever he had forgotten.

You felt a rush of anxiety, “Uh actually Sunghoon-“

You had tried to call out to him before he ran off, but he had left so fast and couldn’t hear you over the noise of the crazy amount of customers in the store.

“He’ll be quick,” you internally thought- trying to reassure yourself. It was very hard to believe since Sunghoon had just left you in the checkout line all by yourself with his basket of stuff and absolutely no money or preparation.

There were only a few people in front of you. You couldn’t help but immediately start to overthink it all. Another customer finished, leaving one left until it was your turn. No sight of Sunghoon yet.

Maybe it all seemed a bit dramatic to anybody else, but to you, this was one of the most terrifying situations to be in. You had really bad social anxiety and besides Sunghoon and those closest to you- you didn’t really talk to people much. At least not if you didn’t have to. People thought you were just a little shy, but you really couldn’t help it. You could barely remember a time when you had ever been comfortable in public alone interacting with people. These days, you brought Sunghoon everywhere with you.

If you had to interact with the cashier right now, explain that you actually don't have any money on you to pay for it, inconvenience not only the cashier but the customers behind you too, and have to tell them to wait- oh it was all just too much for you. Your mind spiralled. You were sure you’d have a breakdown.

You then began to feel the symptoms of a panic attack come on. Your palms began to become clammy with sweat and your chest suddenly became tight as if there was an excessive depletion of oxygen in the room or something like that. Your breath became irregular and on the brink of hyperventilation.

And even with all of this, you still tried to keep composed so that the people around you wouldn’t judge you.

“Next customer please.”

It was your turn, but you felt yourself freeze in the spot. A sharp ringing began in your ears and the environment around you became blurred as if it was all happening all at once.

A familiar pair of warm arms wrapped around you, embracing you from behind gently. It broke you out from your episode, and suddenly you felt relieved again.

“Hey babe, it’s our turn silly.”

Sunghoon had returned just in time, but you felt like it had taken him forever. You looked up at him with weary eyes as he let go and took the basket from you, putting it up on the register counter. He then turned back to you and tucked your hair away from your face and behind your left ear.

“Love, how about you wait on that bench outside for me?” His eyes scanned yours, feeling guilty for leaving you alone like that.

And so you did wait patiently as he checked out, paid, and came out from the bustling mini store. You got up from the bench and he instantly reached for your hand, neatly quilting the gaps between each of your fingers with his own. He had such pretty hands- you were sure they were built especially just for yours.

“I’m so sorry for taking so long, my love. There were these annoying kids that just wouldn’t get out of the way,” he apologised sincerely, “I would’ve pushed them over or kicked them in the back of the legs if it wasn't, like, borderline illegal.”

“It’s okay,” you sighed, still disappointed in yourself.

“I’m proud of you,” he smiled.

Like that one friend who can’t read a room for the life of them, a street salesperson rushed over and began to speak to the pair of you.

Sunghoon squeezed your hand tight and pulled you a little bit behind himself- protecting you and shielding you away from them.

“We’re busy,” Sunghoon brushed them off and continued to walk with you.

But they began to follow, “Just five minutes of your time sir-“

Sunghoon stopped abruptly and looked them in the eyes with a threatening glance, “I’m sorry, did you not hear me?”

“Ah, I understand sir. Have a nice day,” they had suddenly changed their mind.

Sunghoon stepped forward toward them, “Move.”

Finally, the salesperson walked away, leaving you alone. Sunghoon still held your hand securely as you continued your interrupted journey toward the car together.

You looked at him as you walked, “what was that about?”

“What was what about?”

“That just now- what happened to always talking to people gently, Mr. Nice guy?” You mocked him.

“That was an exception. They were annoying, and came way too close to you,” he grunted.

Eventually, you arrived at the car and settled yourselves inside. You were the passenger princess, of course.

You felt Sunghoon’s gaze on you as you put your seatbelt on. Your instincts must have been strong because as soon as you turned your head, your eyes met Sunghoon’s again- staring right at you from the driver's seat with a sly smile.

“What?” You raised an eyebrow.

Sunghoon leaned forward, inching close to your lips, just not far enough forward to touch them with his own yet. Still close, his eyes trailed back up from your mouth to your eyes, “I’m sorry again,” he whispered before finally leaning in all the way and giving you a kiss full of apologies.

It wasn’t really his fault, but you wouldn’t reject a kiss from him, no matter the circumstance. So, you just melted into it.

You could feel his smile widen against your lips as he began to softly chuckle to himself.

You pulled away, “what’s so funny?”

Sunghoon chuckled more, “It's just, I was only gone for like, less than two minutes.”

“So?”

“So… you really missed me then huh,” he smiled mischievously.

You rolled your eyes and softly pushed him away, “You’re so annoying.”

“I guess we need to be glued to each other,” he continued.

“Y’all hear something?” you asked an imaginary audience.

Sunghoon snatched your arm and grabbed your hand, “we have to hold hands forever. Sorry!” He kept teasing.

“Hoon. Just DRIVE.”

Later on, you were all snuggled up in your bed alone with your laptop, watching yet another winter movie in the middle of October. It was one of the best feelings, being all wrapped up in blankets and fresh clean PJ’s. No responsibilities to take care of as of right now.

The door creaked open and Sunghoon slid his head into the room with a grin, “What are you up to?”

You looked at the time on your screen and back up at Sunghoon, “You’re still here? Aren’t you going to be late for that thing you’re supposed to be going to?”

“I decided not to go,” he came into the room fully, hands behind his back.

“Well, why not? Are you feeling sick?”

“No, my love, I would just rather spend time with you more than anyone else tonight. So I cancelled,” he approached the side of the bed.

You noticed his hands hidden away, you could only assume he had something, “what’s that?”

“What’s what?”

You squinted suspiciously, “Hoon.”

“Okay, okay. Give me your hands,” he pulled out a selection of some of your favourite sweet treats from behind him and slid them into your hands.

“When did you get these?”

“When I left you in the line. I refuse to leave you empty-handed.”

You smiled, “I didn’t even notice.”

He gave you a peck on the forehead. Then, he slid into the bed sheets next to you with a huge cheesy smile.

“So what are we watching?”

end note: all feedback/notes are appreciated! thank you so much for reading ^^ !! ALSO HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN THE ORANGE BLOOD CONCEPT TRAILER? I WAS FLABBERGASTED. if you haven’t, you’re missing out. i’m so excited for this comeback.

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sluttywonwoo · 11 months

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instead of you [part fourteen] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (18+ mdni)

word count: 3.4k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

series masterlist | early access to the next chapter on ko-fi

Minho and Felix were holding a spot in line for the four of you already when you arrived at the gate with Jisung. You mumbled a handful of sorries and excuse me’s as you shuffled past other guests in the queue. You hated being that person to cut in front of others, but you weren’t left with much choice since Jisung’s brothers had gone ahead without you.

To be fair, you had shown up later than you’d agreed upon. Patience didn’t really run in the Han family. Jisung was probably the most mild-mannered of the bunch.

You weren’t even sure that the people you were squeezing past understood you as you whispered half-assed apologies to them. You just hoped they were able to read your pitiful expression and took it as remorse.

Jisung held your hand as he dragged you through the line to get to his brothers. You ran your thumb over the little scar on his knuckle repeatedly to comfort yourself. His hand was nowhere near as sweaty as Minho’s, or maybe yours had just dried by now, but accepted the familiarity of the motion, letting him lead you to the front.

Minho perked up when he saw you and Jisung finally break through the crowd. He waved you down and stepped aside to give you both some space.

“You okay?” Felix asked, putting his phone in his back pocket to give you his full attention.

You nodded, smiling sheepishly. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

“Did you get sick?” Minho pressed, thinly veiled concern evident in his voice.

“No, I was fine. Jisung bought me some popcorn so I’d have something on my stomach just in case. Now I’m just… embarrassed.”

“Don’t be,” Felix insisted, “everyone’s afraid of something.”

“But not everyone’s a pussy about it,” you sighed.

“You’re just unique like that,” Jisung teased, earning an elbow in the ribs from you.

You glared at him and then turned to the other two boys. “Anyone need a ride partner? Mine is available for trading.”

Jisung pretended to pout. “Aw, babe, don’t be like that.”

You ignored him. “Anyone? Going once…”

“I’ll take him off your hands,” Felix offered with a smug grin.

You traded spots with Felix so that you were standing next to Minho. You’d wanted Jisung to be able to ride with Felix anyway. You felt guilty that he’d be stuck with you when it was tradition for him to sit with his twin brother. You also felt a little guilty that Minho would be stuck with you as a result, but less so. You figured it was only fair given what had gone down in Rome.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay without him?” Minho asked, low enough for only you to hear.

“I’m sure. This is just like a bike ride, right?”

“Yes, but elevated.” A lump formed in your throat. “Did you not see the track outside?”

“It’s not as high as the other rides,” you said, mostly to yourself. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you just trying to get rid of me? Do you not want to ride with me after what happened last time?”

Minho’s eyes widened in surprise at your accusation. “No! That’s not-”

“Because that’s sure what it sounds like.”

“I swear, I wasn’t trying to discourage you from riding the bike thing, I just didn’t want you to feel forced to or regret getting on it or anything.”

“I’m just giving you a hard time,” you confessed.

He visibly relaxed. “Jesus, don’t do that.”

“Sorry.”

“I don’t think you mean that.”

You shrugged, a hint of a smile playing at your lips. “Can neither confirm nor deny.”

“That’s what I thought.”

The queue for the Ptera Cycle moved slower than the one for the coaster had. It made sense, seeing as it drew in a greater variety of riders. There were a lot of families with their small children in line, many of them wearing backpacks or harnesses attached to a tether held by one of the adults or older siblings.

“I used to be a leash kid,” Minho said, following your gaze to a toddler trying to unbuckle the straps of their backpack.

“You’re fucking kidding.”

He shook his head. “I wish I was. To be fair, I was a runner, so my parents didn’t have much of a choice unless they wanted to lose me.”

“I’m surprised they never ‘accidentally’ forgot to secure it. I know I would have.”

Minho put a hand over his chest in mock offense. “You’re mean. I can see why Jisung likes you.”

“Thank you.”

“That wasn’t necessarily a compliment. To you or Jisung.”

“I know. But I took it as one.”

Minho mumbled something under his breath that you didn’t catch before continuing the recollection of his childhood. “All three of us were leash kids, actually.”

“That makes sense. You guys look like leash kids.” He didn’t acknowledge your comment aside from scoffing. “I don’t blame your mom, either. Twin boys plus you would be hell.”

“Jesus, brutal.”

You grinned wickedly. “I can’t wait to hold this over Jisung’s head.”

“Hold what over my head?” Jisung turned to look back at you suspiciously.

You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, holding him close.

“Nothing.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you chided.

“Too late, I am worried about it.”

“Your big brother just told me some very interesting information about you.”

“Minho, I will strangle you,” Jisung muttered through gritted teeth.

“I’d like to see you try,” Minho challenged.

“Guys, we’re next,” Felix said tiredly, yanking his twin brother forward by the collar of his shirt.

You waited silently until you were paired off with Minho by one of the ride operators. He took the bike closest to the outside edge and you climbed onto the one next to his. The bikes were situated in a little cart together, with the handlebars extending over the edge. The cart was topless and open on both sides so that the riders could feel like they were suspended above the park- something that you preferred not to experience.

Minho gave you a sideways look once you were strapped in, once again looking worried. You mouthed I’m fine to him, but you weren’t sure that he bought it.

“We can go slow,” he said.

“I don’t want to hold up the people behind us, though.”

“Fuck them. We can go as slow as you need to.”

You rolled your eyes, but secretly appreciated the sentiment. Although, you’d try to pick up the pace so as not to ruin the ride for the others. You tried to pedal in tandem with Minho at first, but that proved to be too difficult. Every time you would stop to try and match his rhythm he’d also stop, and your car would get stuck in the middle of the track. It made you both laugh every time, but you weren’t so sure that it was as funny to the couple behind you.

Finally, you decided to just focus on your own pedaling which ended up working a lot better than the previous attempts.

Minho talked to fill the silence. You suspected it was to distract you from the height, but you liked listening to him anyway. He had a nice voice. And it was endearing, watching him come up with new topics so that you’d never have the chance to be consumed by your own thoughts. It reminded you of Jisung’s stories.

“Where’d Jisung and Felix go?” you asked, suddenly remembering there were two other people in your party.

You squinted, trying to see ahead through the darkness. You were unable to make anything out, even with all of the Christmas lights twinkling around you.

“They’re probably trying to see how fast they can make these things go,” Minho said dismissively.

“You’re right. I’m sure they’re already waiting for us at the photo checkpoint.”

“They turn everything into a competition.”

“Uh huh, they do. And I’m sure you have no idea where they got their competitive nature from…”

“None at all.” He grinned, but you frowned in realization.

“I’m sorry I’m depriving you of that. I’m sure you would’ve wanted to race them, or beat their time or something if you weren’t stuck with me.”

“Stop that,” he said softly.

“I’m serious though, Minho. You guys can leave me in Child Swap for the next ride and I’ll wait for you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, we’re not leaving you in Child Swap. Stop acting like you’re a burden, because you’re not. I’m perfectly happy taking our time, admiring the view. I mean, how often are we going to be able to see this?”

You paused for a moment to take in the surroundings he was referring to, slowing your pedaling so that you were almost stopped.

There were strings upon strings of lights as far as the eye could see. In the distance, the colors of the lights bled together so that they were indiscernible from each other, creating an ever changing rainbow effect.

“The lights are beautiful,” you whispered.

Minho hummed in agreement, but he wasn’t looking at the lights.

When you turned back to look at him you locked eyes automatically. The nearby light display was illuminating his face in the most captivating way. It was like looking at an intricate mosaic, or a stained glass window. Gentle hues of blue, pink, green, and purple washed over his features, reflected even brighter in his eyes.

You looked away and pushed forward on the pedals, making the bikes lurch back into motion.

“They, um, remind me of Disney World’s old holiday lights. It used to be the biggest light display in the world. I would go every year with my family, but they got rid of them.”

“Oh, at Hollywood Studios, right? I always wanted to go to that, but they axed it before I got the chance.”

“Have you ever been to Disney World?”

“Yeah, when I was on tour we’d go on our days off. DisneyLand too. ”

“Right, I forgot who I was talking to.”

Felix and Jisung were, in fact, waiting for you at the photo checkpoint like you had predicted. They were both laser focused on the screens that were showing new pictures of riders, though you couldn’t say why. Neither of them noticed you and Minho approach them until they heard your voices.

“We thought you guys might have gotten stuck!” Jisung exclaimed teasingly, scooping you up in a hug.

“Nope, we’re just slow.”

“I’m slow,” you clarified.

“We took the scenic route,” Minho added.

“There’s only one route,” Felix pointed out.

“It’s an expression, dumbass. We went slow on purpose.”

“Because I’m a pussy, remember?” you mumbled, giving Jisung a pointed look.

He smirked and opened his mouth to respond, likely to turn the word pussy around on you in an even less family-friendly way, but thankfully Felix cut him off before he could.

“What’s next on the agenda? The park closes in like two hours.”

The boys squeezed as many attractions out of those two hours as they possibly could. Your social battery had died hours ago so you clung to Jisung the rest of the night, using him as a human shield so that you could avoid conversation.

Nikki and Dom had already left the park and taken a cab back to where you were staying. They had texted the group that you didn’t need to worry about them and that they’d see you in the morning.

The four of you piled into a taxi around one am. Everyone was sore and exhausted by then, and for once no one was in the mood to talk. Minho took one for the team and sat in the passenger seat even though he was just as tired as everyone else. It was odd to see him so quiet. He was usually so personable and talkative, but he only spoke when he needed to give the driver directions.

Jisung kept his hand on your thigh for the entire ride back, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. You could tell he wanted you to rest, and you weren’t going to argue. You drifted off with your head on his shoulder, lulled to sleep by the quiet thrum of traffic.

Jisung gently shook you awake when the cab rolled up in front of your hotel. He helped you out of the car and more or less dragged you through the lobby and to the elevator.

“She’s gonna sleep like a baby,” Minho said. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“I hope so,” Jisung sighed. “She’s barely slept since we got here.”

“Why do you think that is?”

“I don’t know, maybe because you two stress her out?”

“Us two?” Felix asked, joining in. “What could we possibly be doing to stress her out?”

“Being yourselves, for starters.”

The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival at your floor. You lifted your head from Jisung’s shoulder and stepped out into the hall with him right behind you. Minho fished the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door for the rest of you, holding it open so that everyone else could file in.

Jisung placed you on the bed and tried to get you to sit up. He brushed your hair out of your face before wrapping his arms around you and hoisting you upright.

“Baby,” he whispered, “do you want to take a shower before you go to bed?”

You nodded.

“Come on, let’s get you up.”

You had lost count of how many times Jisung had gotten you into the shower or the bath by now. Every time you got too drunk, too sleepy, or too depressed to take care of yourself he was always there, waiting to do it himself. It was like a tradeoff for all the times you’d edited his essays, all the times you’d played wingman for him at the karaoke club, all the times you’d stayed up until sunrise helping him perfect a recipe.

He helped you onto your feet and over to the bathroom, hanging the towel you had used the night before on the hook behind the door. He started the water for you and hung the showerhead over the side of the tub so that it could get warm.

“You gonna be okay?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Are you sure?”

You paused. “Can you stay?”

Jisung nodded, hesitant, but steady. “What do you need me to do?”

“I just want you to sit with me. Is that okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course that’s okay.” He turned away and slowly crouched down until he was sitting on the floor with his back against the tub.

You took a deep breath and began to undress, trying not to think too much about the implications. You had seen each other naked plenty of times. On more than one occasion Jisung had been the one washing your hair while you sat in the bathtub after a night out. But that sort of vulnerability with your best friend felt different now. It had felt different since you landed in Seoul almost a month ago.

And maybe that’s why you had asked him to stay. You were grasping for any sort of normalcy that still remained between you, or you were trying to recover it.

You pulled your t-shirt over your head first, letting it fall to the floor. You then unclipped your bra, dropping it on top of your t-shirt. Jisung wasn’t even looking at you, but you still felt self-conscious as you shimmied out of your jeans and underwear.

You picked up the showerhead and stepped into the tub at the same time, accidentally spraying Jisung in the process.

“Hey!”

“Sorry!”

“Watch where you point that thing!”

“Watch where you point that thing,” you mocked. “That’s what she said.”

“I will get up and leave right now.”

“No, don’t!” you protested. “I’m sorry.”

Jisung acted like he was about to get up, but ended up just shifting his position against the tub. You laughed to yourself, bringing the showerhead up to your shoulders to rinse your body. You lathered yourself in the hotel’s body wash, listening to Jisung hum in the background.

“What are your brothers going to think?” you asked aloud. You realized they might question why you were both in the bathroom at the same time.

“I don’t know,” Jisung said with a shrug. “Why?”

“I don’t want them to think we’re fucking in here or something.”

“They don’t think that.”

“How do you know?”

“Because they know we’re loud when we do.”

“Oh yeah, that’s right. Go us.”

“I mean, you can start moaning or something if you want them to think that.”

“I literally just said I didn’t want them to think that.”

“Well, if you change your mind-”

“Do you want me to spray you again?”

Jisung flipped you off even though he couldn’t see you and you rolled your eyes at him behind his back. You washed off the soap and moved on to your face, using the same body wash to scrub your cheeks and forehead.

You knew every single one of your friends back home would cringe if they saw you washing your face with something other than face wash, but in your defense you didn’t really have a skincare routine anyway. One of them had forced you to buy face wash a moisturizer a while back, but you rarely remembered to use it. You didn’t think to get a travel container for them either, so you were left using whatever accommodations provided.

“Can you believe we’re in Japan?’ Jisung asked suddenly.

You looked down at the top of his head, wondering what had prompted the question.

“Not really,” you admitted.

“Me either.”

“We used to talk about traveling together,” you added thoughtfully.

“Yeah, and we kind of did! Remember, we took that road trip with my roommates a couple years ago to the west coast.”

“We tried to go to the west coast. Your Prius didn’t make it past Ohio.”

“It was actually the tires that didn’t make it past Ohio. My car was perfectly fine once we got them replaced. We only had to go back home because we spent all our motel money on the tow truck and the auto shop.”

“I don’t think engines are supposed to smoke, though.”

“Whatever. Can you hurry up, I still need to shower,” Jisung urged. “And so do my brothers.”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

You rinsed your face and turned off the water. Jisung stood and grabbed your towel for you, handing it to you with his back turned. You dried off and wrapped the towel around yourself like a dress.

In your half-awake state you hadn’t thought to grab your pajamas to change into before you got in the shower.

Jisung noticed your pause almost immediately.

“Did you want me to-”

“No, it’s okay I can grab them myself. We’ll probably get less questions that way.”

He gave you a look that said I don’t know about that, but let you go, following you into the room.

Minho and Felix were sitting at the table playing cards. They both looked up when they heard the door and then looked back down when they saw you in nothing but a towel. You wanted to laugh at their instinctive panic, but mostly you found it endearing.

You made your way past the boys to your suitcase where you began digging around for something to sleep in.

“You’re still dressed?” Felix asked, now turned in Jisung’s direction.

“I was just keeping her company, asshole.”

“Don’t give me that look! Just thought maybe you were saving water, is all.”

“Yeah, right.”

You brushed back past the three of them, locking yourself in the bathroom once more to get dressed. You hung your towel up since you didn’t need to dry your hair and then let yourself out back into the room, trading places with Jisung.

“I knew they’d still give us shit,” he whispered. “You should’ve let me get your clothes for you.”

“It’s not a big deal. And let’s be real, it’s only Felix who gives us shit.”

“Felix’s the only one who ever says anything because he has no filter, but Minho thinks that way too, trust me.”

You shook your head as you left, closing the door behind you. You caught Minho’s eye as soon as you stepped into the room.

“Hey, you can put all your laundry in the canvas bag by the door. It’s gonna get washed tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, okay, thanks.”

You shoved the clothes you’d just been wearing into the bag and then made your way over to your suitcase to collect the rest of your dirty laundry. You did the same with Jisung’s clothes, sorting through his suitcase to find all of the things he’d already worn.

“Wanna play?” Felix asked once you were done.

“Sure,” you said, sliding out a chair for yourself. “Deal me in.”

“We’re playing Go Fish,” Minho explained.

Felix gathered his and Minho’s stack of cards and re-shuffled them into the deck, dealing each of you new hands. You looked at your hand and grimaced. You only had one match, a pair of jacks, while the two boys both had two sets of pairs.

“Thanks a lot, Felix,” you grumbled.

“You shuffle next time, then,” he shot back.

“I will.”

“Minho, since you lost last round, you can go first.”

“We didn’t even finish the last round! There wasn’t a winner.”

“Well you were losing at the time, so it still counts.”

“I don’t think I was,” Minho argued. “I’m pretty sure you had more cards in your hand than I did.”

“Too bad we’ll never know,” Felix chirped. “Just take your goddamn turn.”

Minho sighed, rotating to face you. His annoyed expression was quickly replaced with a cocky one. He smirked at you, eyeing you over his hand of cards.

“Y/n, do you have any sixes?”

You glanced down at your cards in disbelief. “How’d you know? Did you look at my cards?”

“Just a lucky guess,” he replied and held out a hand expectantly. You reluctantly passed over your six of diamonds. “Thank you. Do you have any twos?”

“Oh my god, again? Why do you keep asking me?” you complained as you held your cards to your chest, jutting out your bottom lip in a pout.

“Being cute doesn’t exempt you from the rules,” Minho chided, beckoning with his fingers for you to give him the card.

A beat lapsed as the three of you processed the fact that Minho had just called you cute. You froze, unsure of what to do. He probably hadn’t meant it to come across like that, but it’s what it sure as hell sounded like. And no one at the table missed the connotation, including Minho whose ears were turning red.

“I mean,” he stuttered, “just give me the two.”

You held the card out for him to take without responding. He plucked the card from your grasp, careful not to brush his fingers against yours, and paired it with his two of hearts on the table in front of him. He turned to Felix. “Do you have any kings?”

Felix narrowed his eyes at his older brother. “No. Go fish.”

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Family

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Word count - 1,286

Warnings - none, just fluff

Summary - your dad goes out for the evening, leaving you and Bradley to have a movie night together

A/N - hey y'all! It's a new part of Hangman junior!!! Sorry, it took me so long to get a new part out for y'all. I won't ramble today I'll just let y'all get on and read. As per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

It had been a few months since Bradley moved in and he really became part of your family. You loved having him around and he made your dad happy which was always one of your top priorities. One day, you had come home from school and when you had taken your shoes off you headed into the living room, flopping down face down on the sofa and letting out a groan. You were thankful it was Friday, so you didn’t have to worry about getting up early tomorrow. You turned the tv on and turned your head to watch what you put on.

“Hey y/n/n. Thought I heard you come in.” You glance over at the door to the living room, seeing Bradley with a grin on his face. He had a day off work and so had been upstairs fixing the wardrobe in his and Jake’s shared room when you came home.

“Yeah, it’s me.” You say half-heartedly, your focus returning to the tv.

“You okay?” Bradley asks worriedly as he moves closer.

“Tired.” You mumble, face half smushed by the pillow as you watch the tv.

“Sorry, kid. At least on the bright side, you get a lie in tomorrow.” Bradley says with a small smile that you return, nodding as you do so.

“Your dad messaged me not long before you got home. Cyclone’s having him work a little later and then he’s going out for a bit with Coyote after. I’m staying home, it’s just those two going out.” Bradley says, easing himself down into the armchair and glancing over at you.

“So it’s just us?” You ask, looking over at Bradley.

“Just us.” Bradley confirms, leaning back in the chair and shifting his gaze to the tv.

“Wanna have a movie and takeaway night? I know we usually do it with dad but he’s ditching us for Uncle Javy.” You say, laughing lightly.

“We can absolutely do that.” Bradley grins, nodding at your words. You smile at Bradley and the two of you return to watching the tv. After finishing a couple of episodes of the tv show the two of you had been watching Bradley gets up.

“Alright, kid. Let’s get changed into something comfier and then we can order some food and pick a movie. How are we feeling about having Chinese for dinner?” Bradley asks as he gets to his feet, with you following behind.

“Chinese sounds good.” You say with a smile as you head upstairs. You head into your room and change into some comfy clothes, putting on your oversized hoodie before heading back downstairs and joining Bradley in the living room. Bradley had pulled up the menu from the nearby Chinese restaurant up on his phone and the two of you picked things out to order, being sure to pick out some things for your dad just in case he was hungry when he got home. Even if he didn’t want to eat, the food could be saved for tomorrow. Once the order for the food had been placed, you and Bradley scrolled through Netflix, looking for a movie to watch before the food arrived. The two of you settle on a feel-good movie and queue it up, ready to play when the food arrives. When the doorbell rings, signifying that the food had arrived, Bradley gets up to answer the door while you grab plates and drinks before returning to the living room. You set the food out on the coffee table, plating up what you want and putting Jake’s food in the kitchen, boxes unopened ready for if he wanted them. You sat alongside Bradley and hit play on the movie before digging into your food as the opening credits of the movie play. You and Bradley watch the movie, making occasional comments to each other and laughing at what the other said. After clearing away your plates and returning to watch the second half of the movie, you found yourself beginning to doze slightly. You were able to keep yourself awake for a good twenty minutes before you dozed off properly.

Bradley looked down when he felt a weight hit his shoulder. He smiled lightly when he saw you sleeping on his shoulder. Some sort of paternal instinct kicked in when he saw you sleeping and so he carefully wrapped his arm around you and drew you closer so you wouldn’t crick your neck from the way you had slumped over. Him moving you made you stir slightly, eyes blinking open blearily.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you y/n/n.” Bradley whispers.

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.” You apologise, moving to pull away but Bradley keeps his arm in place.

“Hey, you don’t have to move if you’re tired. I don’t mind.” Bradley says gently, not moving his arm but loosening his grip slightly if you decide to wiggle out of his hold. To his surprise, you chose to curl into his side. Bradley grabbed the blanket from the arm of the sofa and put it over you.

“You’re really comfy.” You mumble, eyes slipping closed once more. Bradley lets out a small chuckle as you allow sleep to take you in its clutches. Bradley returned his attention to the tv and continued to watch the movie until his eyes began to slip closed and sleep took him in its hold.

When Jake arrived home, he tried to be as quiet as possible as he entered the house. After removing the key from the lock as quietly as possible and toeing his shoes off, he raised an eyebrow at the familiar glow of the living room lamp coming from the doorway. He was sure both you and Bradley would be in bed by now. He stuck his head in the living room, expecting to see that the room was empty and that the lamp had simply been left on by accident but what he found brought a smile to his face.

He found you curled into Bradley’s side, his arm around your shoulders and a blanket was thrown haphazardly over both of your laps. Your head was resting on Bradley’s shoulder and his cheek was resting atop your head. Jake smiled softly at the sight before him and pulled his phone out of his pocket to take a quick picture. He turned the tv off while pocketing his phone and picked up the empty glasses to put them in the dishwasher. As he puts the glasses away, he notices the food on the side that had been left out for him and his smile widened. He’d eaten while he was out with Javy but he appreciated that you and Bradley thought to buy him some food just in case. He put the food in the fridge before heading back into the living room. Jake knew it would be better to wake you and Bradley up so you could move and go to bed but Jake couldn’t find it within himself to disturb the two of you so he went upstairs to change before coming back downstairs. Jake pressed a kiss to Bradley’s forehead and a kiss to the top of your head before he settled himself on the sofa on your other side, leaving you sandwiched between the two men. Jake adjusted the blanket over yours and Bradley’s lap before grabbing another blanket for himself and tugging it over his lap. Jake then grabbed a cushion and put it behind his head before smiling over at the two people he loves the most, his family, before letting his eyes slowly close with one thought running through his head.

He couldn’t wait to marry Bradley one day.

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rebelrobin86 · 1 year

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Valentines Day

(Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader)

Robin

Robin was anxiously tapping on the desk of Family Video, impatiently waiting for a distraction. Steve noticed his best friend and work colleague was worried about something. "What's wrong?"

"It's Valentines Day tomorrow and I have nothing for Y/N." Robin sighed. "Y/N's amazing and I really want to give her something special, but I have no money and I don't wanna lose her!"

"You couldn't lose Y/N, even if you tried, she loves you. She'll understand." Steve attempted to reassure Robin. "Seriously Rob, don't stress over it. Are you both still coming to the fair with us?"

"Yeah." Robin responded, unconvinced.

Y/N

You walked through Hawkins Valentines Day fair with Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Chrissy, Eddie, Steve and his date. Admiring the different rides and stalls.

You enjoyed walking round the fair with your friends, but you were so happy to finally get a moment alone with Robin. "Happy Valentines Day Robin." You smiled, giving her a card and a small wrapped box.

"Thank you." Robin read the card and then opened her present. It was a beautiful silver necklace with a heart pendant.

"I wanted to give you my heart, Robin Buckley. Will you be my Valentine?"

"Yeah. This is beautiful I really love it." Robin smiled, as she put the necklace on. "Thank you."

Nancy ran over to you. "Hey guys, we're all doing the loop rollercoaster, you coming?"

"No." Robin answered immediately. "But you should go, I know you like rollercoasters?"

"Yeah, okay." You replied, not sure why Robin didn't want to go on the rollercoaster, but didn't question it.

"See you later Robin." Nancy smiled, as you went to queue for the ride, ready to have fun with your friends.

Robin

Steve stayed back with Robin, while everyone else went on the rollercoaster. He comes back from the food stall, after finishing some churros, as he sees a frustrated Robin attempting a basketball game at the stall.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm trying to win won of those giant bears for Y/N, because like I expected, she got me the best present ever and I have nothing!"

"Robin?"

Robin continued rambling. "Actually, nothing would probably have been better, because all I got her is a stupid handmade card. I feel like the worst girlfriend ever."

"How much money, you spent on this?"

"Too much!" Robin whines upset as she uses both hands and launches the basketball, which bounces off the net.

"Give me the next ball." Steve confidently says and he grabs the ball. Robin takes a step back and watches. Steve perfectly got it in the first time. "That's how it's done."

Robin points at her favourite bear "We'll take that one please?"

Robin carries the bear. "How'd you do it?"

"You forgot I used to play basketball. Don't worry, you won the bear remember? I just watched you do it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, now you can actually enjoy the fair with us, instead of murdering one of America's favourite sports."

Y/N

You come off the ride, seeing Steve and Robin holding a teddy, almost as big as them. Hearing them both laughing and joking, you happily run over to them.

"The ride was so fun! It was really funny, Chrissy screamed so loud!"

Eddie added "And crushed my hand from squeezing it too hard." Chrissy laughed.

You squeeled. "Oh wow, you won a giant bear, that's amazing!!"

"I won it for you actually." Robin smiled.

"For me?" You excitedly replied, your eyes lit up as Robin gave you the giant bear. You held and hugged the bear, then hugged your girlfriend.

"This is the best present and Valentine's Day ever! Thank you, Robin."

"Happy Valentines Day! Hey, wanna go on the big ferris wheel?"

"Sure!" You exclaimed as you took Robin's hand and ran over to the ride with her. You two even get your own private pod.

Robin gave you a homemade card she drew bees on saying "bee my valentine" You giggled at the cute drawing and pun, you tell Robin how much you love the card and your new bear, that requires their own seat.

The sun sets as you reach the top of the ferris wheel. Robin smiled leaning in and kissing you at the top of the ferris wheel.

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tiajk · 1 year

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“You are hurt”

“I’ll be fine”

“You better I need you”

My name is anjali

Jake x reader/OC x neytiri

Warnings: cursing, and a bit of angst,fluff at end, probably wrong grammar, bad writing probably I’m sorry, did not proof read so things might not be right

Description: basically Anjali and Jake are getting there ikran and Anjali almost dies in the process but Jake and neytiri are there for her while she gets patched up by mo’at

Me,Jake and a few other soon to behunters climb up the hallelujah mountains with Tsu’tey in front of us. I would never admit it but he lowkey scared the hell out of me but we were climbing so high attempting to comfort myself I tell myself not to look down or even think about it just keep going up

“Hey Anjali do not hold us back we will leave you” Tsu’tey boomed at me from above I rolled my eyes at him even though he couldn’t see me his yelled at me again “don’t make me come down there myself Anjali” I knew he was just trying to look out for me but it annoyed me “I heard you the first time I’m moving as fast as I can”

Jake was bellow me and he started chuckling “good job anji you made the great Tsu’tey himself worry about you”

“Yeah yeah Jake but come on I wanna meet my ikran”

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Jake had already found his ikran and came back to us now it was my turn Tsu’tey patted my back with a small smirk on his face “good luck Skxawng”

I look at him one last time “hmmm I’m gonna need it” as I walk towards all the Ikrans they all hid in fear I bear my fangs as I try to challenge them they all fly off or give me the side eye ‘did I deadass just get sided eyed by a fucking alien bird’ I keep walking careful. No ikran dares steps up to me

I sigh slumping my shoulders as I feel and probably look defeated I turn to Jake, Neytiri, and Tsu’tey “WELL WHAT NOW” I shouted over the waterfall “YOU KEEP SEARCHING” Neytiri yelled back at me I put my head back and groan be Neytiri isn’t a force to be messed with so I obeyed

I tired again at the one certain ikran it’s colors bright red and yellow it flew off and there was a cave a dark cave but I felt a pull like it was right

So I went in Jake was shouting after me “don’t die in there” I chose to beat is ass later

It was dark but there was some light from the outside shining in the cave allowing me to see just enough

Then I heard it the most ground shaking, terrifying roar to ever exist the cave rocks form the ceiling falling so my first instinct RUN And that I did running out of the cave the rocks were falling but that didn’t stop me I looked back and I saw the ikran my ikran chasing me with its jaw open truth got snap me in half

As I finally got out of the cave I fell (basic shit i know) I see the ikran Big like big big

She spreads out her wings and she was larger than all the hallelujah Mountains herself GET UP

“Okay got this big ass bird to tame then we’ll be all okay” I Remember what my mother taught me as a child “be the prey then become the predator”

So I told my head and snarl at her I think it’s a her “come and get me”

She runs towards me and I stay there waiting for her to be close enough so I can trap her I cut it close some of the teeth pick at my leg leaving a few cuts I duck the band we use I took it out really quickly it unraveling as i jump on her beak locking my legs over her mouth then replace my legs with the band and pin her to the ground “yeahhh I got you now bitch”

Apparently not she flaps her wings lifting both of us off the ground I tightened my girp on her body holding on for dear life “ANJA COME ON” Jake screams at me I look at him upside down he had worry and fear in his eyes I wanted to give him a Witt comment but I couldn’t not right now I climbed up on from being at the bottom of her neck to the top trying to grab mine and her queues trying to bind them together until she try’s to shake me off and I grab back into her neck again

“Godamn girl you got problems” as if I couldn’t be more terrified she takes us up higher to the point we’re about the clouds I see Jake and neytiri on there ikrans trying to help me but I know they could just sit there and watch me while I try to get my ikran under control as she continues to shake I remember again

To when I was small and scared of everything my mother saying “one day nobody will come and save you so get your ass up and use everything you have to survive” as I take my hand off of her necks and grab our queues and combine them together then it all stops

Everything silent the world nothing hit wind that’s because I passed out me and my ikran we’re both falling and quickly almost to the ground but I heard shouting “GET UP GET UP” as I open my eyes I see Jake, Neytiri and even Tsu’tey on there ikran shouting at me to wake up then I look down we’re almost to the ground my the river so I think the command UP

And my ikran obeys I sigh happily my back skimmed the rocks on the river it stung but that didn’t matter what mattered was I was alive and I felt amazing my heart our hearts beater fast and amazing

I screamed of joy and cried tears of happiness “JAKE DID U SEE ME DID YOU SEE THAT” I said as I saw Jake come towards me in his own ikran “YEAH ANJA YOU TOTALLY KICKED ASS” I laughed again as we went back I saw neytiri she went up to me and hugged me tightly “thank ewya you are safe Anjali” I chuckled

“You can’t get rid of me that easily”

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We were back at camp All of the hunter passed the test me and Jake were officially sort of the ometicya clan mo’at was tending to my injuries my back became bloody and bruised “tsk Tsu’tey told my about you at the test I knew you would get hurt somehow but not this much”

“Neither did I” I was smiling still neytiri promised shes take me and Jake somewhere but I needed to be helped first speaking of the devils they both came into the tent “You are hurt” Neytiri said while sitting in front of me Jake beside her ““I’ll be fine”

Jake spoke up “You better I need you” I laughed that caused Mo’at to hit me on the shoulder “child stop moving” I nodded “yes ma’am”

End <3

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magici-if · 11 months

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Can i have either 'Y' or 'O' ?

so I only did Y cuz this post got realllllllly long

Y = Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

from THIS prompt list

Martin:

Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o?

Just...noise. Their partner chewing loudly/ with their mouth open, talking way too loudly, and picking their nose. Also, their partner queue jumping.

Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?

He snores really loudly and he gets up a lot of times during the night: first he might wanna get a midnight snack, then drink some water, then go to the toilet, then go open the window 'cause it's hot, and the list goes on. Yes, all that in one night.

Those endearing moments where you catch your partner sleeping and they just look so cute? Yeah, never happening with Martin, he's either up or snoring. He also sometimes uses words the wrong way 'cause English isn't his first language.

Demetra:

Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o?

Just, anything that makes her feel like her presence is unappreciated. Cancelling on her the last minute when she had a whole date planned.

When she's talking about something important and her partner keeps interrupting her and not letting her speak.Her partner starting an argument in public or while they're in front of people they know.

Her s/o being on their phone when they're alone with each other. Also her partner leaving her messages on read without even reacting with a heart. (poor dem)

Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?

She texts like she talks: let's say she needs to say a lot via text, instead of writing one big paragraph, she'll end up sending 10 different text bubbles.

Dem 🫶

"okay" "so like" "the craziest thing just happened" "anyways i'll tell you when you get home" "cus I dont wna annoy you w too many messages"

Narrator: watch her send a myriad of messages

Dem 🫶

"are you not gna ask what it is?" ":(" "i miss you"

And then when her s/o asks her what it was, what will happen is:

Exhibit A:

"Oh I have no idea, I don't remember. Must have been something dumb."

Exhibit B:

"Oh no nevermind it was really dumb." / She grins, "I lied, just wanted to get your attention"

Exhibit C:

"Oh yeah! Let me tell you." and it's something really dumb.

Evander:

Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o?

His partner's glasses falling off their nose and them pushing them up by the middle like an anime character. His partner taking his food from his plate without asking. Seeing someone's snus on their gums while they are speaking.

Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?

They're lazy, and it's more of a lifestyle than a habit. He also makes a lot of useless group chats for everything, him and his friends are going to the cinema next Friday?

" '🔥🎥🎥 CINEMA NIGHT GANG 🔥🔥💯💯' was created by 'california's biggest babe (evander) ❤︎'. "

(he's never been in california)

At this point they'll do it on purpose to annoy people. Evander and MC going on a date?

"You've been added to '😈🤓 DATE NIGHT BABES🍆💞' "

"You've been added to 'oops I did it again ⚽️↗↘💥🥅 I scored a cutie.'"

Harley:

Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o?

Harley loves to just sit and talk with people, especially her lover. So her pet peeve would be when she wants to talk but it becomes a monologue 'cause her partner just stares at her and answers with monosyllables.

When Harley and her partner have planned to do an activity, and her partner keeps saying they're about to go get dressed so they can go, but it's been 3 hours and they still haven't done that.

Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?

She's an early bird. Say her s/o accidentally wakes up at 7:00 am, they'll find that Harley has already left, made coffee, left a a cute note saying

"brb!!! wanted to go on a run! I love you!!"

and bought groceries. They'll fall back asleep and wake up an hour later and Harley would have come home, wrote a song about how cute her partner is when they sleep, and bought them a bouquet with their favourite flowers.

Basically lazy mornings together are non existent with her and she'll prolly accidentally wake her partner up like 3 times in a morning.

Echo:

Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o?

When her s/o folds a page on a book instead of using a bookmark, or when they doodle on her textbook with a pen when she'd planned on selling it afterwards.

Also the phrases "Are you angry?" and "Why are you so quiet?" when she's just existing.

Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?

Echo will stay up the whole night playing a video game, watching a series or reading a book, their partner will go to sleep and wake up to find her in the same position. There comes the question: has she slept at all?

The answer is no.

She'll even try really really hard to convince her s/o to stay up with her so they can be together.

Echo will also literally terrorise her partner, she loves sneaking up on people and she's such a try-hard about it. She won't just sneak up on people, no; she'll even use her abyss powers to teleport behind her s/o and scare them.

Dominic:

Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o?

Bad hygiene, especially bad breath/ yellow teeth. Bad communication, like his s/o giving him the cold shoulder after they had a disagreement.

Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?

He's a workaholic, if he can work on a book he's writing, research a specific type of affinity, or read a book about magic theory, he will. This man doesn't know how to relax, his partner will have to force him to sit down and chill together.

He is also probably addicted to playing chess on his phone, if he isn't working or spending time with his partner, he's on the chess.com app. Specifically, the 3 minute long matches, which he'll lose anyways 'cause he forgets he only has 3 minutes and he'll spend an eternity before making any move.

All this 'cause he watched one (!) episode of The Queen's Gambit (didn't have the time to watch the rest, he says).

#magici: evander #magici: dominic #magici: martin #magici: echo #magici: harley #magici: demetra #if wip #interactive fiction #askbox

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hannahssimblr · 6 months

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Chapter Sixteen (Part 2)

When Fleet Foxes finish their gig Jen announces that she’s going to get ice cream, and I jump at the chance to go with her. I want a bottle of water, the midday heat has become so much that I feel parched, and even though the cocoon Jude made for me with his body was comforting, he’s like a radiator. I dip out from under him and link arms with Jen. “Are you coming?” I ask.

“Nah, there’s another band next that I wanted to hear and I don’t want to lose my spot.”

“Okay, we’ll see you later. Will I text you where we are?”

“Yeah sure!”

I notice a wry little smile on Jen’s lips as we dip out of the thinning crowd and past the portaloos. I nudge her inquiringly. “What?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“It’s not nothing! You’re smirking, what are you smirking about?”

She stops to read a hand painted signpost with arrows towards the food stands, and we start walking in that direction. “Just vibes.” She says cryptically. “I’m just feeling vibes.”

I laugh, “What do you mean ‘vibes’?”

“I think I sensed something at the gig just there, something between you and my bestie?”

I dismiss it automatically, “Oh, no, there’s nothing like that.”

“Hm. So him standing with his hands on that barrier on either side of you was nothing?”

“Definitely nothing.”

“And what about the time that you fell asleep together in his room, and he came out to us looking very sheepish.”

“We were tired.”

“And him doing your laundry?”

“Oh. I never collected that. I need to remember to ask him when I can have it back.”

She snickers as we join the queue for the ice cream stand. “You’re not going to be able to hide this from me. I’m a very astute kind of person.”

“I believe you, but there’s nothing to hide.”

“Hm. Okay.”

I feel my cheeks burning. “There’s nothing sleazy going on, if that’s what you’re thinking. Him doing my laundry, it doesn’t mean…”

“And if there was the chance for something sleazy to be happening, would you be opposed to it?”

“What is this, an interrogation?” I say, feeling shy all of a sudden. “I don’t know! It’s not like that, so I don’t even think about… that.”

“Okay, well, I don’t know you incredibly well yet, but I do know him. I’ve actually known him since he was twelve, and I know that look he gets in his eye when-”

“There’s no look in his eye,” I interrupt desperately. “I would have seen a look in his eye.”

“Why are you obsessed with him not fancying you?” We reach the top of the queue and she orders a 99 and a bottle of water. She tosses it to me and I gulp down a few mouthfuls, hoping that maybe the break in conversation will mean she’ll drop it, but she doesn’t. “Is he not your type or something?” She seems a little offended on his behalf, which is funny to me. I am sure he wouldn’t be bothered if he heard he wasn’t my type. Which, actually, he is, but that’s not the point.

“He’s good looking.” I admit, and we sit down on a pair of wicker peacock chairs that are set up under a small copse of trees. Fairy lights and jars with candles in them dangle from the branches, and I’m sure it will be a magical place once the sun goes down. I examine my nails and tut at a small fleck of lilac nail varnish that’s chipped off.

“He’s very good looking.” She agrees. “In a kind of not-normal way.”

“Yes.” I gasp. “That’s what I think, it’s like, Irish boys don’t look like that. He looks like the boys on TV.”

“It’s because his teeth are so perfect.” she says covertly, “I have a theory that he has them periodically whitened. His dad is a dental surgeon, and I just know he does a job on them, but he won’t admit it. He’s a little weasel.” It’s fun talking to her like this, it’s like we’re sharing dirty, slanderous secrets.

“What else do you know about him?” I giggle, and she taps her nose. “Everything.”

“Everything?”

“Everything. That’s why I know there’s something going on with you two, because I know what he’s like when he doesn’t like someone.”

“How’s that?”

“A sour bastard.” She takes the flake from the top of her melting cone and scoops up a glob of ice cream with it, taking a thoughtful bite. “You know, when he broke up with Michelle in June it was really touch-and-go. He was thinking a lot about getting back with her in the first few weeks after we went down to the holiday home.”

“Really? But he seemed fairly certain that it was the right choice when I talked to him about it.”

She shrugs. “I don’t know, like, they were really serious, he was really mad about her, so obviously it was devastating. He said he could never imagine being with anybody else after that, it was like, really intense actually.”

“So what changed?”

Her eyes flick to mine, and some hardly detectable emotion flashes in them. “No idea.” She says. “He just got over it.” She stretches out her legs and sighs, watching throngs of people shuffle through the copse and towards a smaller stage nearby where some other band is setting up. “This is all to say that it’s not often you’d find him single, and actually, it’s not often you’d find him in a state where he’s grand with being single. As in, when he’s not moping after somebody, so look. If you sense a vibe, just go for it. What do you have to lose?”

“He’s moving to Berlin.”

“Hm.” She shrugs. “Maybe.”

I sit up straight. “What do you mean ‘maybe’?

“The college offers aren’t coming until the end of this month. He applied to three art and design colleges in Ireland as well. If he gets into one of those, who knows maybe he’ll stay here.”

I shake my head. “He won’t.”

“Well lately he’s been saying that he might.”

I keep shaking my head, because it’s too good to be true, but if he doesn’t go to Berlin, then maybe I’ll just work hard in school for a year, get the points I need and then I’ll apply to the same college and we’ll be able to see each other all the time. The thought of passing him in the halls and eating lunch with him outside a trendy Dublin cafe is so sweet that it almost makes me start crying, but I have to restrain myself. “He won’t do that.”

“Well maybe something will change his mind.” Jen finishes the butt of her ice cream and chucks the napkin into a bin. “Stranger things have happened.” She gets up and offers her hand to me. “Come on, I think there’s a tent somewhere where people are just mad dancing for twenty four hours straight, we should go in for a bop.”

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You Say Hate But I Think You Mean The Other Thing.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Warnings: smut. Full warnings under the cut.

Slight Dub Con vibes. Dave treats reader like his property. Male masturbation. Female masturbation. Tit job. Dirty talk. Sexting. A little F/F. F!receiving oral. Cum eating.

Five weeks. Five weeks of avoiding Dave. Five weeks of dealing with unanswered questions. Why did he leave his wife? His girls meant everything to him. He would have put up with Carol until the end of time for them.

Your phone vibrated, another text from a number marked as unknown but you knew exactly who it was.

You're pissing me off. God knows what I'll do to you when I find you.

You sent back a simple reply.

IF you find me.

While you were there you skimmed his other texts. Some teasing. Some threatening. There were a few pictures in there too. One of his cock, hard, red and glistening with pre come. With the words 'See what you fucking do to me.'

Then there was one of him holding his hard cock while a fresh load glistened on his stomach. "I need somewhere to dump all this cum."

The last one was a gif sent yesterday. A gif of his cock pumping in and out of some random pussy. He'd sent you a whole video too. Of her sucking his dick, his hands squeezing her tits, his thumb on her clit as he fucked her. You had to admit he had great taste in woman, she was gorgeous. Her breathy moans in her accented English, helped you cum around your vibrator as you tried to take the edge off. Dave was not going to win. You weren't just going to go running to him because he divorced his wife.

The gif played over and over as you pumped three fingers in your wanting hole. You came with a cry of his name.

A few days later a package arrived at the hotel your were at. You recognised the hand writing immediately. Looking around the foyer, you scanned for any sign of Dave. Your heart drumming in your chest as you did so.

It didn't let up until your were safe in your room. Opening the plain brown wrapping you found a vibrator. The brand you prefered, the one than had been wedged between your legs more times than you could count lately, but a new model. A note inside read 'I though you might have worn the old one out.'

Still in a heighten state of anxiety, the vibration of your phone made you jump. It was from him, am audio file attatched this time. Pressing play you heard a familiar buzzing then an even more familiar moan finished with a cry of 'Dave'. He'd been listening as you got off to his video.

You didn't know how to feel about that. Scared? Aroused? Violated? Thing with Dave were always intense this was the first time he made you feel uneasy. Not one part of you was okay with letting it lie.

The bar was quite the only sound came from the hurried conversation of hopeful speed daters. The ping of a little bell at the end of each round followed by the squeaking of chairs and shuffling of feet.

"First time at one of these things?" You made polite conversation when the woman you were watching finally approached the bar.

"Yeah. I haven't dated since high school. I'm recently divorce." She told you easily.

"I'm not surprised." She just blinked at you in confusion.

"Sorry I meant about the not dating since high school. Not the divorce thing. I'm guessing you married your high school sweetheart? I'm not surprised, you're beautiful. You probably had guys queueing up in high school." A deep blush settled on her cheeks. "Sorry. That was...Can we start again. I'm Melissa. Same as you, married young."

She relaxed at your awkwardness. "Hi Melissa. I'm Carol." When she shook your hand, you made sure to linger for a second. "I thought I was ready to get back out there. Try new things. Turns out speed dating is a little too fast for me. And these guys...."

You pulled a face and she giggled into her drink. "Do you want to finish our drinks over there?"

Three more drinks were finished. As you told her the tale of your divorce and she confessed hers. "....I was just afraid that the kids could tell. I tried to act like the love was still there. My husband, ex-husband, is a great guy, he travels a lot for work so it wasn't too hard to fake it for the girls. It was just when it came to the quite moments alone, there wasn't anything there for me. Even the sex..." She straightened at the realisation of what she had said, when you didn't flinch she carried on. "...he always took good care of me but there was no connection there. I missed making love." Downing the last of her drink she looked at you timidly. "Plus I wanted to try some wilder stuff." Her hand came to rest on yours. And that is how you came to be in possession of an video of your tongue buried in Dave's ex-wife's cunt.

The alcohol had made her bold so you figured why not. The way she reacted when you kissed her, you were almost sorry she didn't get Dave's A game. Carol didn't come to play. Her tongue rolled against yours as her hands gripped your waist. Taking her to the bathroom you got her to hope up on the sink before giving her a little something to ease your very slight guilt at screwing her husband for two years. It was actually her idea to film it. Which your phone instantly snatched from hers. She thanked you for the new experience and happily went on her way. She didn't even ask for your number. Your pussy eating game was flawless so you knew it wasn't you. Maybe Carol just wanted to hit and quit now. Good for her.

Between a few more drinks at the bar, a session of breaking in your new toy and passing out in your hotel room, you managed to send the video to Dave.

A fact that you weren't aware of until you woke up with something heavy between your legs. Coming to, you clenched around it. Jesus, had you really passed out with the toy inside you?

"Wake up, Princess." Dave's voice was like a bucket of cold water on your drunken head.

A scream of pure shock was muffled by Dave's hand clamping down on your mouth. "Shhh. There plenty of time for screaming later." He shoved the toy inside you so sharply it almost hurt. Almost. As it was it just made you see stars.

"Did you think you could shove your tongue in my ex-wife and I wouldn't punish you?" You gulped around nothing as your muscles clenched around the toy.

"Not only have you been withholding this pussy." He slammed the toy in again. "My pussy from me. You decided to tease me with eating out my ex-wife." The toy was almost uncomfortably deep now. It made your toes curl. Your fingernails drew blood from where you were gripping Dave's bare forearm as he still cover your mouth.

"You think I'd give you my cock after that little stunt? I'm gonna fuck you with this cheap bit of plastic." He plunged the vibrator in and out of you like he was unclogging a drain. It shouldn't have worked for you but the sheer force of it did. You came, moaning against his hand. "That's how fucking good I am. Even with a fake cock. I want you to remember that. Remember your place. Remember who you belong to. What I can give you. What I can take from you."

The whizz of leather on cloth sounded as he took of his belt. Finally removing his hand you gasped a breath but didn't dare to speak. Dave lifted your knees up and placed the belt underneath them. Putting the vibrator on its highest setting he shoved it back in, this time he pressed the ears to your clit as well. He'd barely moved his hand away and you came.

"So fucking sensitive." He wrapped the belt around your legs and fastened it tight. "I don't want that falling out."

He undressed as you lay there taking every sensation to the point of overstimulation. Tears streamed from your eyes by the time he straddled your stomach before spitting on your tits.

"Gonna cover you in my cum. " He panted as he slipped his cock between your tits. He held them tightly together creating a warm valley for him to use. His thumbs circled your nipples as he thrust his shaft between your breasts the red tip of it sliding out toward you.

"Tongue out." When you weren't quick enough to respond he slapped you across the face. Another orgasm drained out of you.

Lifting your head you complied with his wishes. Tilting you neck down, you managed to lick the tip whenever it got close. "My pussy. My ass. My tits. " Dave shouted as he got closer to coming. "Mouth open." Again you weren't quick enough. Again another slap.

When you opened your mouth Dave's movements sped up. "My mouth. My tongue. Oh my fucking god! Fuck. Take it." His cum shot out right up your chest, over your chin, your mouth, your tongue. Dave chased it with his own tongue. Collecting it before dumping it into your mouth and gripping your jaw. "Swallow."

You did readily.

"Good girl." He wiped the tears from your cheeks gently. Bending down he released your knees and pulled out the rabbit with a squelch. "Good fucking girl." He marvelled at the slick soaked silicone.

Between your hangover and the half a dozen orgasms all you could do was lay there. You body heavy on the bed. Dave went to the ensuite you could hear him taking a piss. He must be getting ready to head out. To your surprise he returned with an ice bucket of hot water and a wash cloth. His tongue skimmed the skin of your chest, tasting himself as well as the salt of your sweat. He licked and kissed every inch of skin before languidly cleaning between your legs with his tongue. He moaned against your folds as he lazily fucked his fist. With the water now cooler he cleaned you off. Finally, he tucked you in, pressed a kiss to you temple then left.

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