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#maybe mdi related???

hannieehaee · 5 months

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NO SONG WITHOUT YOU

18+ / mdi

summary: with zero experience or interest in the romantic aspect of his life, jihoon finds himself in an unexpected situation when his company decides on a collab between the two of you, not expecting the work-addicted producer to develop a bit of a crush on you.

content: idol!jihoon x idol!reader, afab reader, pining, jihoon's emotionally constipated, jihoon's pov, kinda inexperienced jihoon, smut, dry humping, oral (m receiving), penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 12.6k

a/n: this is probably my fave fic i've written so far!! love writing for jihoon aaaa anyways i hope u guys enjoy <3

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Jihoon was tired.

Beyond tired, actually. He couldn't remember the last time he'd left his studio at a reasonable time. He knew people on twitter made jokes about him being a bit of a hermit, with fans being able to spot his studio from outside the building, lights always on and indicating the producer was still inside.

He didn't have much of a valid excuse for this, other than being a 'workaholic', or at least that's the term Joshua had recently introduced him to, describing him as the prime example. Jihoon just couldn't help himself. He'd been like this ever since he could remember. If he had an idea, he had to work on it. And unfortunately for him, he was always full of new ideas. If Seventeen was releasing an album, that meant Jihoon already had enough material to fill up the next three albums backed up in a file somewhere in his computer.

Despite always having music prepared months in advance, - even having solo music up for grabs for whichever member desired it - he still found himself constantly working. It's not like anyone demanded this out of him either. It was quite the opposite, actually. From staff, to other producers, to members and even family, everyone always insisted that he took a break, maybe leave producing aside for a month or two. This was inconceivable to him, it was something that was simply out of his comfort zone.

The truth was, Jihoon felt lost. Any time he strayed away from work in some way or other, he didn't know what to do with himself. He felt like a failure in many other aspects of his life. Granted, he was a successful idol and producer, talented in every area necessary in his field, but past that, what did he really have to offer? He'd been stuck in a rut for a few years now. He had his members, his family, maybe some staff, but his social life didn't go much past that. He didn't have many hobbies outside of work either. Sure, he was avid when exercising, even being an overachiever in that area, but that was also kind of part of his job. He knew he needed to step out of his comfort zone at some point and live his life, but he kept making excuses for himself. He was 26 now, and was, quite frankly, beginning to lose hope in certain areas of his life due to his career, - although blaming his career was just an excuse, really - the romantic aspect of his life being one of them.

Jihoon had some experience, okay? It wasn't like he'd never liked a girl before. He'd had a few crushes in elementary, maybe even some up until high school. He'd kissed one of the female trainees back when Pledis was a smaller company (okay, it might've been on a dare, but to Jihoon it counted). A few years after debuting he'd even gone on a few dates with a former staff member from his company. He'd lost his virginity to that same girl, kind of rushing into it due to feeling pressured to just get it over with - something he didn't exactly regret, but wished had been more of a memorable moment. The point was, Jihoon had had a few romantic experiences in his past 26 years on this earth. But, he hadn't ever even gotten close to find that one great love he'd hoped he one day would. For someone who received constant accolades for his lyricism, he was never really able to relate to his own music. He'd never been heartbroken, never had an insane need for someone, never felt romantic love, never been in the throes of passion with a beautiful girl, even. It was all his imagination. His lyrics, that is. And maybe the rest, if he was being honest. He'd dreamt about it lately; the perfect girl who he'd find and sweep off her feet. But that was all it was, a dream.

So, Jihoon was tired. Tired of hauling himself up in his studio to make himself feel something. But that was where he now found himself; stuck and in a rut, hoping for something more.

He was once again in his studio, working on god knows what at this point. He had just finished a quick welive with carats, feeling like he'd accomplished his quota of socialization for the day (I mean, even if it was a one-way conversation, it still counted, right?) and decided to get to work on one of the many unfinished drafts in his hard drive. This was kind of routine by now. He would either get a quick meal with one of the members during their break from rehearsals, or would go back to his studio for a bit to work on music. This would've been fine and dandy if it wasn't for the fact that Jihoon would eventually have ended up right back at his stuido either way. It was the illusion of choice, truly.

He spent a few hours in there, messing around with his guitar and even working on some guides for the members to follow next time they had some time to stop by the Universe Factory. Today felt like a productive day for Jihoon. Granted, he did this literally every single day, but he hadn't felt stuck at any point today. Maybe he was on a lucky streak. He decided to cut the day short there, not wanting to ruin what had been arguably an uninterrupted day of working on music. However, his separation from his studio did not last long, as he received a call from his manager just as he was locking the door behind him. He picked up without much thought.

"What's up?"

"Hey? Jihoon-ah, are you still in the studio by any chance?", Jihoon almost vocalized his amusement at the question. Where else would he be?

"I was just locking up, but yeah, I'm here."

"Good! Stay right there! Gonna head up to talk to you for a bit," and with that he hung up, not leaving Jihoon any chance to respond.

Jihoon and his manager were quite close. This was the case with most idols and their managers, having to spend so much time together. Still, Jihoon found the interaction to be a bit odd. Usually his manager would be one of the many people to insist that Jihoon get his ass out of his studio every once in a while. He didn't mind his request, though, so he quickly reopened the door and sat himself back down on his chair, deciding to mess with a few things as he waited for his manager's arrival.

It took his manager about ten minutes to arrive, Hybe was quite a big building, after all. He knocked on his door, not knowing the access code to Jihoon's studio. The only people who knew his key code were Jihoon himself, and Soonyoung (who had learned it without Jihoon's knowledge, but he was too lazy to change it by now). He got up to open the door, simply expecting another one of his manager's short overviews of Jihoon's schedule for the week, which might've been correct, except that when he opened the door he was met with his manager accompanied by an unfamiliar face.

It was you. Jihoon didn't know exactly who you were, but you carried a familiar air to you. He hadn't really been interacting with many people as of late, so maybe you were just someone he'd seen in passing, he wasn't too sure. You and his manager walked in upon Jihoon's gesture to please come in, moving aside as to not be in your way. He closed the door behind you, accidentally closing the distance between the two of you for a second and becoming a bit flustered at the proximity. He wasn't sure why his manager would bring someone unknown into his studio, but if Jihoon was anything, he was a relaxed guy (or at least he tried to seem like it), so he just sat back down without making any questions, his manager would probably fill him in any moment now anyways.

"Okay, so this is Y/N! You've probably met before, right?"

Uh, not right. And now a little awkward. Was he supposed to lie?

"Oh! No, we haven't, actually. I know a few of his members, though, but this is our first time officially meeting," you spoke up for the first time. So you were friends with his members? That might be how he knew you. That didn't really narrow it down much, though. There were 12 of them, and Seungkwan alone was friends with practically the entire industry.

"Oh? My bad. Well, then I should introduce you, right? Jihoon, this is Y/N! Her group was just recently acquired by Hybe. They moved into the building just over a month ago, if I'm not mistaken," He turned to you as you nodded in affirmation before proceeding, "Y/N, this is Jihoon, producer and partial leader of Seventeen."

He wasn't too sure why he was introducing the two of you. If he got personally introduced to every group Hybe acquired in the past year, he'd probably be here all day. He'd stopped keeping track of who and which groups were now roaming the hallways, being too many for him to count. He wasn't complaining or anything, he was just confused as to why go out of his way.

"Woozi-nim. It's so nice to meet you! I've always been such a huge fan. Your work is .. it's insane. I've looked forward to meeting you for so long," the enthusiasm with which you said this made his lip quirk up a little. Sure, he received accolades on his work every day, but knowing that fellow juniors of his looked up to him always brought a smile to his face, although it still made him a little sheepish at receiving such a forward compliment.

"Oh, I- Thank you. And you can call me Jihoon. It's nice to meet you, too," he smiled shyly at you, not really knowing what to say past that. He felt a bit shy looking at you for some reason, as if he couldn't hold eye contact for too long or he'd burn.

He looked expectantly over at his manager, the instigator of this interaction.

"Oh! Right. Well, as I just said, Y/N's group just moved into the company. And the company's been pushing for some collaborations as of late, you know, in order to maximize all groups within Hybe all at once," Jihoon could kind of see where his manager was going with this, "So, I've brought Y/N along with me since you two will be working together for a feature."

Hold on. Rewind.

"Us? As in just us two?"

"Yeah. Hybe is dividing you guys into subdivisions. Mingyu will be collaborating with someone in BTS a few months from now, and Chan will be with Yeonjun from TXT. I think Seokmin is scheduled with a member of Lesserafim. Not too sure yet, but you're up first. I sent you an email about it a few days ago with the general idea. Did you not get it?"

Oh, right. Jihoon was always quite diligent about his work, but his work mostly entailed Seventeen only. Checking his email wasn't much of a habit of his when he could just call up the few producers that worked for Seventeen whenever he needed to. Collaborations and producer work for other people were not that common to him, so for the most part he would disregard anything that didn't entail his own group.

"Oh, I, uh. No, sorry," he felt slightly bad at having disregarded the person standing in front of him, specially when you had regarded him such such respect. He was giving off a terrible first impression.

"That's fine. Now you know. Well, just wanted to take advantage that you were here today - Hah, well, when aren't you here?", chuckled his manager before continuing, "Just wanted to introduce you just in case. Check the email I sent you when you can, I'll send you over more details of your schedule related to the feature first thing tomorrow, yeah? Y/N here is the main producer for her group too, so you'll be co-producing."

You produced? He didn't mean to sound like an asshole, but there were just so many groups who didn't make their own music. He could sometimes get a bit of an ego over knowing he was an anomaly in his industry, always having taken pivotal part in a good 90% of his group's discography. Still, he wasn't too happy about the concept of having to share the creative process with a producer he had never heard of, if he was quite honest. For the most part he would only work with Bumzu and a few other Hybe producers here and there. He didn't even know your group or the music you were credited for. Hell, he had only found out about this project two minutes ago, having had no voice in the matter. One of the down sides of joining such a huge company that fathered way too many groups at once, he guessed.

He decided to not show his slight discomfort towards the idea, simply offering a polite response before bidding his goodbyes to the two of you. You had stayed behind for a few extra seconds after his manager exited the room, once more voicing your admiration for Jihoon and letting him know you were looking forward to working together. Jihoon had to admit that your praise did something to him. He didn't mean to sound like a total loser when he said this, but he did not interact with girls too much. So receiving such direct praise on his music from a pretty girl who also happened to share a passion with him had his ears turning red. He quickly shook his head at the thought, deciding to just stay at the studio overnight once more and maybe finally go over the email his manager had sent him.

He had to admit, he was quite impressed. Shortly after your arrival he had decided to research you and your group. You were quite well known by then, having debuted the same year as Seventeen and now being one of the top girl groups in the game. Just like Jihoon, you were from a small company and had climbed your way up, eventually being acquired by Hybe just a few months prior. Your stories were quite similar, if he really thought about it. You had also taught yourself how to produce before debuting, taking on the official role of main producer upon making your debut.

He had found out an embarrassing amount of information about you very quickly. He couldn't help himself. He was immediately intrigued by you, even going as far as looking at online forums about you; places that would detail information about you that only a true fanatic would know. He was now privy to trivial information such as your birth year (one year after his), your favorite color (pink), how many moles you had (seven, total), when you joined your company (exactly two months before he joined pledis), your most popular fancam (the one were you wore that pretty purple top), and just general information he'd be embarrassed to relay he now had memorized. He could call himself a bit ... infatuated. He felt beyond creepy, despite all this being public information. He had just met you, why had he just spent the past three hours binging content about you?

Jihoon decided to shrug these thoughts away, instead opting to mentally prepare himself for tomorrow morning, which was apparently the first day in which you'd be meeting to talk over your future schedules together for the next month or so. He had finally checked the multiple emails his manager had sent him about the collaboration, realizing that he'd now have to spend most of his non-Seventeen allocated time with you.

From photoshoots for promo, to the actual producing of the song, the empty slots in his schedules seemed to have filled up on their own, now being occupied by your company, and much to his surprise, he was not annoyed at this sudden intrusion. He felt a weird feeling in his stomach, but it wasn't like the usual nerves he felt before going on an important stage, nor the grumbling he felt whenever he met an idol of his. He felt ... giddy? He was looking forward to it. He felt nervous to see you again, which was really strange considering that he felt completely normal upon meeting you just now. Yeah, you were very pretty (he had eyes, this was just a fact he couldn't deny), but he hadn't had much of a reaction to it. However, now, as he looked at pictures of you on his computer, he couldn't imagine holding eye contact again. He was going mad.

Tomorrow arrived sooner than he thought. Now he was now sitting in his studio, awaiting your arrival. He had impulsively tidied up the place, now embarrassed that you'd seen it a mess the day prior. He also tidied himself up. As he recalled, you were wearing a pretty dress yesterday, so he felt bad you'd caught him in sweats and a three-day-old shirt. He wasn't sure why he wanted to impress you, but he did. Jihoon had the hope of at least befriending you, now having formed some type of interest towards you.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, making his heart accelerate at the thought of who was on the other side of it. Upon unlocking it, he found you on the other side, smile on your face as you carried in some bowls of .. his favorite meal? into his studio.

"Hi, Woozi-nim! I brought you food, is that's okay? I asked Seungkwan what you liked," oh, so it was Kwannie you were friends with. That made sense. It was touching that you'd gone out of your way to get him something you knew he'd like. Now he felt bad at being empty handed in his own studio.

"Oh, I- Thank you. You didn't have to do that."

"It's no problem! Wanted to thank you for doing this. I know you don't do collaborations that often. Felt kinda bad about imposing," by now the two of you had sat down in front of his desk, chairs slightly too close for comfort as you unwrapped the food in the bags you'd brought in.

"You-you're not. Sorry if I made it seem that way yesterday, hah, I was just caught off guard."

Jesus Christ, he felt so awkward. Your close proximity had him at a loss. He didn't know where to look or what to say. Your perfume was also not helping matters. The pretty scent had him extremely distracted, his mind suddenly being flooded with the thought that, shit, everything about you was pretty. What was wrong with him? Was this his first time interacting with a woman? He had never felt more out of place, except that despite any improper feelings he felt, he still wanted to be in your vicinity.

"-Woozi-nim?"

Shit, had you been talking this whole time?

"Oh, I'm sorry. What were you saying?"

You chuckled at him, clearly not taking offense to his distracted nature, "I was just asking if you had any drafts you wanted to use as a baseline? Or we could use one of my unused drafts? It's whatever you prefer, really. I'd love to work with something of yours, though. I love your style, it's so ... hah, I don't know. It's just so you."

Jihoon thanked god he had not cut his hair as some carats had begged, because now the length allowed him to cover the red of his ears. A single compliment from you had him heating up, clammy hands getting even clammier at the thought of you using his talent as a compliment. If you wanted to use his music, there was just no way for him to deny you. He wanted to hear more of your praise to him.

"Y-yeah? I have uh, a few that I could show you. They're just drafts, but you know."

You visibly perked up at this, scooting even closer to him as he began to fiddle with his computer, opening up some files to show you. Your excitement at his work had him swooning internally. The amount of interest you'd been showing since meeting yesterday was already getting the better of him.

"Woozi-nim, holy shit. These are hundreds of files. Are these all unfinished?"

"Uh, yeah. I uh, tend to have a few drafts saved for future projects."

"I get that. Me too, but these have to be over 300 unfinished songs," you were in clear shock (perhaps admiration?) of the endless tracks in front of you. Jihoon wasn't sure if he should feel ashamed at having so much unfinished work (which made bit feel like a bit of a loser), or be proud since you seemed to be impressed at the vast number.

"I like to be prepared. You know, just in case."

"It's .. wow. I knew you were good, but this is insane, Woozi-nim."

"I, you can call me Jihoon," he didn't really care much for the distinction between Woozi and Jihoon at this point; he was pretty used to both. But a part of him just wanted to hear you call him by his real name; the one only those close to him really used. He also wanted an out from the conversation, feeling too flustered at your compliments.

You chuckled, nodding at him, "Okay, Jihoon. Sorry, didn't really know what name to go for at first."

"No, it-it's fine. I'm only a year older. You can speak comfortably."

The rest of the conversation was filled with technicalities about the collaboration. Now that you two had established a, let's say, closer acquaintance, you were able to discuss your ideas more comfortably. Jihoon still had to put up with the endless compliments about his work as you two went through possible tracks for the song, but he tried his best to take them like a champ, simply chuckling shyly and shrugging them off. Your genuine admiration for his skill had him reeling inside, enamored with the tone of your voice any time you'd express excitement at hearing exclusive Universe Factory content. He hadn't felt butterflies in his stomach like this in, well, ever. He felt like he was a high school student with a silly crush.

The disappointment in his face as you parted ways must've been clear (which made him embarrassed beyond belief), as you pulled out your phone and asked him to put his contact in, letting him know you'd be seeing him soon. The possession of your contact info made him excited. He knew it was probably just for work purposes, but he held a stupid hope in the back of his head that you'd given it to him because you had interest in meeting again soon.

And you did see each other soon, consistently meeting in order to work on the song. A few of the times you were joined by Bumzu (who was also helping out with the song), or Soonyoung (who was just a nosy bastard who wouldn't leave Jihoon's studio), which made him curse out his two friends, wanting you all to himself. His crush had developed quickly after that second meeting. You were now all he thought about. Every morning when he got ready to start his day, he wondered which shirt you'd like him best in. Would you like if he trimmed his hair or did you like it long? What did you like in guys? (Except had already gone on incognito mode on his phone to search your ideal type, growing instantly embarrassed and exiting out of the tab). He thought of you as he exercised, wondering if you'd like his muscles and physique. His entire existence was surrounded by thoughts of you. And he hoped maybe he was also in your mind.

The first time he saw you outside his studio walls was at the Hybe gym as he worked out with Mingyu, Soonyoung and Joshua. He almost lost hold on the dumbbells in his hands upon spotting you, tight leggings and cropped shirt adorning your body. He had seen you in less clothing before (Only ever through a screen, in all the pretty concept photos your group had done, or in the occasional fancam he'd come across), but seeing your silhouette in the flesh had all thoughts leaving his mind. He felt ashamed at his way of thinking. He didn't want to objectify you like that, but the thoughts of your beauty had not left his mind for two weeks now, since the day he first met you.

But his eyes couldn't be helped, glued to your form as you walked into the place, paying extra attention to the parts that stood out most for him. He was like a depraved monster, his breath getting ragged as he watched you move around, licking his lips and sighing at every small movement you made. God, what was happening to him? Why was he so immediately aroused? Luckily, his thoughts were quickly interrupted by a cough from a very annoying Kim Mingyu, who had just been spotting him before his abrupt stop.

"Hyung .. You're too obvious."

"Wha-what are you talking about?", he did not like the smirk attached to Mingyu's face, nor the matching mocking smile in Soonyoung and Joshua's.

"You should see him when she's sitting in his studio. It's sad to watch," snickered the fellow 96-liner.

"Oh? She's the girl? Damn, hyung. She's really pretty."

"It's not- there's no girl. We're just working together," his feelings were already complicated enough, he didn't need the involvement of his members' teasing.

"C'mon, Hyung! It's okay if you like her. She's pretty, she's an idol-producer. She's perfect for you. I think you should go for it," encouraged Mingyu, in his optimistic Mingyu-fashion.

"Yeah, I mean. You were just about to cum in your pants at just seeing her in some leggings. I don't think you have anything to lose if you're already at the point of public indecency."

Yeah, this was exactly why he wanted to keep them as far away as possible.

"Soonyoung, I swear to g-"

"Jihoon? Oh my god, hi! I didn't realize you were here," it was you, now at a closer proximity and a slight sheen of sweat attached to your skin. Had Jihoon not been snapped out of his trance earlier, he probably would've been salivating by now.

"Oh. Hi Y/N. How are you?", he felt like he was being scrutinized for his every word and move by his members, which made him feel extremely awkward (more than usual).

"Good! I didn't know you used the company gym. I'd never seen you here before. You should've told me. We could've come together," you smiled before turning to his friends, "Hi! I'm Y/N, it's nice to meet you!"

Soonyoung made a show of stretching his hand out to you, bowing way too low for such a casual setting (probably just to peeve Jihoon). He was followed by Joshua, who held onto your hand in a way that had Jihoon fuming to himself.

"Hello, Y/N. I think we might've met before. You're Kwannie's friend, right?"

"Oh, right! Yeah, I've been to your guys' practice room before, but Jihoon didn't recognize me when we first met, so I wanted to re-introduce myself just in case," you giggled in Jihoon's direction.

"Don't mind him. That's just Jihoon. He's too distracted for his own good. I'm Kim Mingyu, by the way," the youngest shot you a flirtatious smile.

He needed all of them to keep the flirting as toned down as humanly possible. Although jealousy was not an emotion he felt often, the thought of his best friends even looking at you had his ears turning red in anger. But in very expected fashion, they all continued to take turns flirting with you for the next twenty minutes, completely shrugging off any intention of working out they might've had before having spotted you. Luckily (and surprisingly) for him, you were not reciprocating the flirting, nor where your eyes ever off of Jihoon for too long, always including him in your responses to his members one way or another.

You were somehow immune to the charms of Kwon Soonyoung, which, yeah, Jihoon didn't blame you for. You were also unaffected by Jisoo, which was a little more rare from Jihoon's experience. What shocked him most, though, was that your eyes still stayed on him even while one Kim Mingyu blatantly flirted with you. He'd known one too many girls who had fallen victim to his flirting (whether it be intentional or not), and to see you fully shrug him off in favor of looking to Jihoon instead had his heart going at an inhuman speed.

The interaction ended not too much time later, leaving Jihoon's ears red, but now from embarrassment at his friends slyly suggesting his interest at you multiple times throughout the conversation. Despite them being subtle about it, he was still mortified, specially when by the end of it, they'd pushed him to walk you back to your practice room while they wandered off on their own.

"I'm so sorry about them. They can be a bit much."

"It's fine, Jihoon. Don't worry about it. They were really fun. I can see how you're all so close."

"Ah, yeah. You know how it is .. Uh, sorry they kept hitting on you like that,"

he knew he was a bit of an idiot for bringing it up, but he wanted to gauge your feelings on it. He needed to know if he at least held a chance against his members or if you'd just been being nice by not reciprocating in front of him.

You chuckled as you responded, "I know they weren't being serious about it, Jihoon. Don't sweat it. It's not them I'm interested in anyways."

Oh, great. That was good to hear .. Wait. What?

"W-What?l"

"Oh. We're here. This is my group's practice room. Sorry I made you walk all the way here, I know your practice room is like five floors up," you apologized sheepishly, completely disregarding what you'd just said.

"I-it's fine. I'll see you on Thursday, then?"

"Thursday? We have a shoot tomorrow, Jihoon. Remember? We need a jacket shoot for the collab. It was on the schedule."

Oh, fuck. He had completely blanked on that. You guys were almost done recording the finishing touches to the song, but he forgot you guys also needed to do the shoot for the promo and learn the choreo as soon as you gave the choreographers the finalized version for the single. There was still so much to be done, which only meant even more time spent with you.

"Yeah, right. Sorry, hah, completely spaced out on that. I'll see you tomo-"

"Come pick me up?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, stop by my practice room so we can walk together? Is that okay?"

Did you- did you want to spend even more time with him? He wasn't complaining. He wanted all his time to be consumed by you, but .. was the feeling mutual?

"Yes," he paused, realizing his answer had been too short and mechanical, "I mean, yeah, sure, I don't mind. I'll see you here tomorrow morning."

You giggled at him before bidding your goodbye once more, but this time offering him a quick side hug before disappearing through the door to your practice room. Jihoon was glad you were gone, because this time it wasn't just his ears that were red, but his whole face had begun to resemble a tomato.

It was time to admit to himself that he was down bad tremendously for you.

Jihoon had not at any moment stopped to wonder what type of vibe the collaboration was meant to follow. Yeah, he was working on the song (which was almost finalized by now), so he knew it was pretty much a pop-rock-ish vibe that they were going for, but he didn't know what the rest of the equation would look like, which was something he wished he'd prepared a bit better for.

He had walked you over this morning, even being enticed by Seungkwan into bringing you your favorite drink as a nice gesture (which worked perfectly, as it won him over yet another side hug). The two of you arrived to the designated area for photoshoots located in one of the lower floors of the Hybe building, then went your separate ways to head over to hair and makeup in order to get your outfits situated. He had to admit he liked his outfit. It was a little more provocative than usual, with it being mostly black leather and the top being unbuttoned enough to show off most of his abdomen. It was your outfit, however, that had him reeling.

Nothing could have prepared him for the moment he stepped out and spotted you doing a few solo shots in preparation, your outfit and makeup already perfectly in place. He had no words to express how he felt upon seeing you. You looked so ... gorgeous. Unsure of how to react at the sight in front of him, he stood there staring, almost as if he'd seen an apparition. It wasn't until one of the photographers called him over that he managed to regain sense of self and join you.

The entirety of the photoshoot was absolute hell for Jihoon. This was the closest he'd ever been to you (sans the now two quick side hugs you'd given him in the past day). The shoot was a bit .. sensual in nature. The first set of outfits were edgier, so the shoot was the basic scenario you'd picture for a punk-rock pictorial. The second set of outfits had been the issue, because they went in the complete opposite direction. You were in a beaten down motel room setting, wearing very simple outfits, although they were both very skimpy and thin, almost as if to signify the simplicity of the concept. You two posed together on the bed, with your poses getting more and more intimate by the minute. At some point he had been directed to embrace you as he looked into your lips, with the proximity being way too close for comfort (or at least that's what he tried to tell himself). At another point he was kneeling on the bed as he looked up at you, your eyes simulating lust as you looked down on him, hand on his chin, lifting his gaze to yours.

The shoot had been an experience, to say the least. Jihoon wasn't sure how he survived it without breaking. He thanked the gods for the years of preparation with all types of shoots he'd done with the members over the years. However, completion of the shoot did not mean he was unaffected. He had no idea how he'd get the image of your lips so close to his out of his mind. Despite knowing it'd all been professional and strictly fake, he could've sworn he felt something every time your eyes would meet when at such a close distance. He wanted it to be real so badly, but once again he chalked it up to being wishful thinking. At least the worst of it was over, and he could now get back to sitting next to you in his studio at a respectable distance.

Jihoon had been an idiot to ever believe that the shoot had been the worst of it.

It had now been a week since the dreaded photoshoot (The one that had him up at night imagining what it would've been like if he had just closed the gap between your lips, damning anyone else in the room), and now it had been a few days since the song had finally been completed. He had thoroughly enjoyed co-producing with you, geeking at your ability to compliment each other perfectly. Your voice was yet another thing he had fallen in love with during the process, fully enamored by every single take you did. It had actually slowed down the process, as Jihoon green-lit every single one of your takes due to the rose-colored glasses that prevented him from catching mistakes you swore you'd committed during a few of the takes. You seemed to be similar, however, as you continued to shower him in compliments (even at the shoot, where you had complimented him with his hard work at the gym - a moment he chose to disregard or else he would've lost his mind at the implications), refusing to admit any faults of his while recording.

Now, however, he found himself in very difficult and unchartered waters. Any other time in which he'd produced a song, he'd never been involved further than that. He'd done duo shoots before, with women at that, but what he'd never done was share a choreography with someone who wasn't a member of Seventeen. He had danced with women before, of course, even having participated in more sensual dances, but this felt different. All previous times had been with nameless backup dancers he had never known too well. This was you. He now had to work through an entire choreo with you as the two of you danced around each other (physically and figuratively, he believed).

Most of the song involved a very casual choreo, as the two of you danced mostly separately but complimented one another. The kicker was the bridge of the song, where the melody mellowed out a bit and allowed for a quick dance break of sorts. It was very sensual in nature, and required you and Jihoon to tangle against each other as you used the other's body to complete the dance. Going over it had been full of shy smiles and eyes that couldn't seem to meet. It almost made him believe that you'd felt just as flustered as he did. When you actually began to dance over that part, however, you left Jihoon's mouth watering at how easy it was for you to meld your body to his; how you would guide his shy hands to place them in all the correct places. The feeling of your body against his was new and unfamiliar, but it felt so right to him. He wanted nothing more than to leave his mark on your skin, signaling that he was the only one meant to touch there. He was truly going mad.

It had now been about two months since Jihoon had first met you. The song hadn't been released yet, but most preparations for it had been done. All that was left was a quick music video shoot plus a few music show appearances that would come after the actual release of the song. Thus far, the song had been announced, with a pending release date of a month from now. Jihoon had enjoyed public reaction to the unexpected collab, with people even going as far as calling you a dynamic duo due to your respective reputations as the main producers of your groups.

You seemed to also enjoy knowing the news had finally broken to the public, even going as far as mentioning Jihoon in some of your lives. He specifically recalled a moment he'd seen as he watched it live, one that had him blushing and kicking his feet. You'd been asked about what it was like working with Jihoon, to which you responded with a whole paragraph of compliments directed at his work ethic, along with a short quip about how cute you found Jihoon to be, deeming it 'difficult to focus with him around.' He felt like he was on cloud nine at the comment, despite how lightheartedly you had delivered it.

After that (and a few more instances of you shooting compliments his way), he had decided he wanted to see you outside of a work-related schedule. He had begun making excuses to find himself on your group's floor, going as far as using Seungkwan and Soonyoung (who you'd unfortunately befriended due to his constant unwanted presence as you two worked on your song) as pawns in order to not be as obvious whenever he went to see you. Despite your usually outgoing demeanor, you seemed a bit more reserved whenever it was only you and Jihoon. He wondered if it was because of his quiet demeanor, or because you might've maybe returned his feelings and felt too shy to be too expressive around your crush - he knew damn well that was his case, at least.

Today the two of you were working out together at the gym - a huge feat for Jihoon, who could not help but ogle at you whenever you weren't paying attention - with him playing the role of your spotter. He had extensive knowledge of weightlifting, which he had been proud to impress you with. Right now, you were working on your arms, which required Jihoon at a close proximity in order to make sure you didn't get hurt. He enjoyed this way more than he could admit to anyone or himself.

"Is this okay? Is this the right position to do it?", you questioned as you made eye contact with him through the mirror. Your arms were lifted above your shoulders, with dumbbells on each of them as you attempted to lift them both at once.

"Yeah. That's perfect. Is it too heavy? Do you need to stop?"

"No, I'm fine, Ji, I promise. Just stand a little closer, yeah? I don't wanna drop them. And put your arms under mine?", he followed your instructions, now towering over you from behind as you sat in front of him.

The two of you had grown more comfortable in the past two weeks or so, seeing each other almost every day while outside of official schedules. He'd learned that, unlike him, you didn't have any issues with personal space, often allowing him to stand too close for comfort. He couldn't complain, though, as he was always too hypnotized by the proximity.

"Shit!", you yelped, almost dropping the dumbbell before Jihoon managed to intercept it. You had begun to do a set before the one minute mark passed, deeming you too weak to lift the dumbbell all the way up. Luckily, you had instructed Jihoon to stand close to you in order to prevent any actual damage.

"Are you okay?", he asked as he placed the dumbbells on the ground, rounding the seat in order to stand in front of your sitting form.

It was mind-numbing, really. The angle in which he was looking down at you, with your pretty eyes looking back at him with a semi-worried expression on your face at the shock of almost dropping such a heavy weight on yourself. The incident left his mind immediately at the sight of you, a layer of sweat covering your skin as you panted while looking up at him. He pulled you up by your arms, helping you stand in front of him. In very cliche fashion, you tripped a bit, almost landing on him before he caught you by your forearms. The classic 'falling-atop-your-crush' trope did not happen, but he still ended up at even a closer proximity to you. Just when he had finally begun to forget the sight of your lips right in front of his from back when you did the jacket shoot together.

He did not move back, and neither did you, allowing the small distance between you to fog both of your minds.

"T-thanks, Hoonie. Could've really hurt myself," this was the first time he'd ever heard a stutter out of you, with your eyes not looking into his as they usually did. Your closeness still not diminishing even when the danger of the situation had already dissipated.

"'Course. Uh, I .. Maybe we should go back to a lighter weight?"

It took you a moment to respond, eventually choosing to look back at him with your pretty eyes, a seemingly empty head to match. He liked the look on you. He could've sworn he saw your eyes lower to his lips, but his mind was too clouded to confirm.

"Uh, actually, I think im done for the day. Is that okay? I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Oh, right. Yeah. I'll meet you in front of your practice room?", he was confused at your sudden departure, dreading the separation, but he figured one of you would have to break the spell eventually.

"Yeah. See you there, Hoonie. I'll text you later, okay?", you gave him a quick peck on his cheek before turning to the exit, leaving behind a beet-red Jihoon as he tried to get his heartbeat to slow to a healthy rhythm.

He was left standing there, in the cold and empty company gym as he pondered as to whether or not his feelings may be mutual.

The next day the two of you met again, no mention of yesterday at all. What would there be to mention anyways? That you two stood close to each other? Jihoon felt like such a loser even having considered it anything. He was just inexperienced at this, and very much touch starved, so any small suggestive interaction had him overthinking. Like right now, as you hooked your arm on his to walk along the Hybe building together, not a care in the world about anyone who would see you.

"Did you see the outline for the music video?", you spoke up once the two of you had reached the cafeteria, picking a secluded table to sit at - not that many people wandered there anyway.

"Hmm. No, what is it?", he still hadn't managed to beat the habit of not checking his emails.

You giggled, seeming a little flustered, "Uh, we're playing a couple. Very Bonnie and Clyde but with a grudge twist. Seems pretty cool, actually."

"Oh. We-we're playing a couple?"

"Yeah. I think we can pull it off. You did really good at the shoot. Did you see the finished product? Okay, never mind. I know you didn't. They look really good, though. We look very convincing."

He knew you didn't mean anything by it, but you constantly had him wondering. If you liked him you wouldn't be this direct, right? This must've all been very lighthearted to you. Sure, you were friends, but that's where it all ended for you. Jihoon was the complete opposite. Every single interaction you had had him falling deeper and deeper into a hole of infatuation for you. There was nothing about you he wasn't obsessed with. It had begun to manifest in all areas of his life, even his work. He had never had more unfinished love songs in his hard drive.

Unbeknownst to you, he had purposely avoided taking a look at those pictures, knowing his mind would go blank at the image of you looking at him with those lustful eyes from a third-person perspective. Living through it already had him in agony night after night as he thought of nothing but you.

"Y-yeah. I saw them," he lied, "You did amazing."

"Really?", you were always giddy at his compliments (which didn't come often due to his shy demeanor towards you), "I've never done a more provocative concept like this before. It's fun. It suits you a lot, Jihoon. I'm glad I got to do it with you of all people."

And you had no idea how glad he was too.

Shooting the music video had somehow been even more agonizing than the photoshoot. It was two grueling days of constant time spent together. He loved your company, but the stylists kept insisting on dressing you in the most provocative outfits imaginable to man. He couldn't think while he looked at you. You were like a siren. Even the strongest of men wouldn't be able to resist you.

The worst of it came in the form of the director instructing you two to act like two lovers against the world. Word for word. It wasn't difficult for Jihoon to pretend he was enamored by you, but he was truly at a loss of words over how well you also played your role. By now he had become numb to your touch, having run through the choreography with you multiple times by now, and with you having become increasingly touchier through the time you'd known each other.

He thanked god under his breath as soon as the two days came to a close, knowing that now he could at least keep his feelings under wraps for a while. It was now about two weeks until the release of the song. According to the schedule, all that was left was one pre-recorded Studio Choom performance, two comeback shows after the release of the song, and two variety show appearances together. It was all pretty straightforward from now on. There was no way Jihoon wouldn't be able to put up with what was left. He had this in the bag.

The worst thing imaginable happened after that. Jihoon had not planned for this, nor had you, apparently.

It was very sudden and came completely out of left field. It pertained to you, but had affected Jihoon more than anyone involved.

Dispatch had released an article just a week before the official release of the song. Promotions had only begun, but had been slightly disrupted by this sudden interruption.

The article featured you, and an unknown man. They were clearly pictures taken off-guard, from a distance. You were in front of some building, ignorant to any cameras nearby. You were too close for Jihoon's comfort. He knew there was some type of relationship there. The caption to the picture didn't help matters either. Something about an estranged lover you'd been keeping secret from the media. There were too many pictures for Jihoon to process. In some you were embracing, while in others you were sharing a low-quality peck from what he could tell.

Seeing that article had been an absolute punch in the gut. There was no argument against it. There was clearly something between you and that guy. He was standing too close to you, even holding onto you in most of the pictures. You could barely tell it was you, but to Jihoon it was obvious. He had never felt heartbreak like this before. The two of you had never dated or even insinuated actual interest in the other, but it still felt like betrayal to him, as irrational as that thought was. It was all his fault, really. Had he told you about his feelings, maybe things would've been different.

Jihoon felt like an idiot. Of course this had all been just a business transaction to you. You were assigned to work with him, just as he was you. Even if he had led himself to believe that the feelings might've somehow been mutual, it had all just been in his head. What would you see in him anyways? Yeah, sure, you had a few things in common, but who in their right mind would ever want to be with the empty-hearted producer who cared for nothing but work. Hell, the day he met you was yet another day in which he had been willingly locked in his studio all day. That was what you would've been signing up for, had you looked his way. He didn't wish such a loveless relationship to anyone. He knew by now that he did- he did love you, but he knew he was probably unable to love you in the way you deserved. He was incapable of that. At 26, he'd had no experience with love. Why would someone as beautiful and amazing as you want to be with someone like him?

He was in love with you. That was something he could now full-heartedly admit to himself. Within these two months he had fallen deeply in love with you. Nothing could change that by now, not even knowing that you were already taken. He couldn't help himself in locking himself in his house after that, ignoring and all messages from both you and his manager regarding the few rehearsals he had skipped over.

Hybe did their damage control, making the situation go away as soon as it arose, but to Jihoon the damage had been done. He felt like an irrational idiot being hurt by this, but he needed to be away from you for a few days. You hadn't done anything to him, but he couldn't see you right now without feeling pain. He was punishing you with no proper justification, but his feelings were too strong for him to put up with.

A little over an entire day went on like this, with no communication from Jihoon to anyone. He was surprised no one had come looking for him until now, the moment in which bangs against his front door could be heard all the way from his room. Whoever was looking for him had made liberal use of the doorbell too, not giving him a single break from its constant ringing as he tried to ignore it. He finally grew too tired of it, deciding to give up his moping and going downstairs to beg that person to leave him alone to his misery. He still needed a few days before he could go face his reality. He couldn't face you just yet.

Except the choice had been made for him. His first mistake had been not checking the doorbell camera, which would've made him privy on who exactly was knocking on his door. He felt bad at thinking this, but had he known it was you, he never would've opened it.

He was beyond embarrassed at his appearance, once more wearing a three-day-old shirt and his cheeks damp with the tears he hadn't yet wiped away. You, on the other hand, looked as beautiful as ever. You carried a worried look on your face, lips pouty and eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him. He was not given time to welcome you in before you barged in for yourself, launching yourself at him in a tight hug before he could say anything. He wasn't an idiot, and he was too weak for his liking, so he held you back just as tight, enjoying a good three or so minutes of silence as you held each other.

You pulled away too soon for his liking, unhooking your face from the crook of his neck as you spoke up, still holding onto him, "Jihoon ... I'm so sorry. It's- it's not what you think, I swear. Please believe me."

He wasn't sure why you were so apologetic. You didn't owe him anything. He felt like even more of a loser at making you feel like you had to apologize for having a boyfriend. He knew that by now there was no way you didn't know about his crush on you, which made him feel even more humiliated at the situation. He separated himself from you for the first time ever, creating some distance as he refused to look at you. He took this chance to close the door he had left open when you had attacked him with your embrace.

"You don't have to ..."

"No, Jihoon. Listen to me. Please."

Your eyes were glossy now, and Jihoon felt bad at causing you any distress, so he signaled at you to continue.

"It's not- it isn't what you think. Yeah, I ... I did have a ... a thing with that guy. I know Hybe denied it being me, but you know- you know it's me. But it's not how it looks!"

"Then ... what is it?", he couldn't believe he was even letting himself ask that question, as if you had to explain yourself to him. But part of him really wanted to know. He wanted to somehow hear you say that it wasn't true, that you would never look at anyone but him.

"It's an old picture. He- he used to work for our group, as staff. We had a thing. It ended badly. Haven't really dated since then. This was before I met you, Jihoon, please, I need you to know that."

"You .. Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you need me to know that?", he hoped against all hope that you'd answer with what he'd been wanting to hear since he met you, but he knew he was playing with the devil when asking you that. He knew there was a very logical chance that you'd just confirm your platonic feelings for him, or straight up reject him.

"You know, Jihoon. I know you know. I- I'd never do that to you. I'd never look at anyone but you."

"Do you-"

"Yes', you paused, 'I like you, Jihoon."

And then his heart stopped beating.

"So much. Since we met. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the day we met. I like you so fucking much. I can't think of anything else. I thought it was just because I've always been a fan of yours, but ... being around you just made me feel so happy. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. Fuck, I'm sorry I made you feel like there was someone else in the picture."

He didn't know what to say. You'd said everything he had wanted to hear for the past two months. You liked him. It wasn't one-sided. There was nothing stopping him from making you his now. Those feelings he thought had been fake for the portrayal of your song's concept had been genuine all along. He'd never felt such relief.

"Jihoon? Is it not ...? Fuck. Did I misread everything? Shit, I'm sorry. I should, uh, I should go-"

Fuck. No! He needed to reciprocate, he just had no idea how. He couldn't have you thinking he wasn't equally (if not more) obsessed with you. So he did the one thing he could think of in that moment. Something he had imagined time and time again, but never had the courage to do.

You yelped against him as he pulled his lips to yours, but immediately began kissing him back. There was nothing tender about the kiss as Jihoon would've expected. It was a complete mess from the start. The kiss was a testament to how badly you'd both wanted each other this whole time.

Jihoon felt lightheaded at the feeling of your tongue sneaking its way into his mouth, and the moans that accompanied it. He couldn't help but feel immediate arousal at your touch. He wasn't sure how to kiss you. He'd never shared such a passionate exchange before, but he wanted to give you everything in him with his kiss.

You only pulled away when you were out of breath, still keeping yourself as close to him as possible as you breathed into each other's mouths, your lips lightly closing over his as you regained your breath.

"Hoonie ..." the sound of your breathless voice muttering his name did shameful things to him. There was no way he could handle a conversation right now.

"Tell me- tell me you like me. I need to know. Please ..." the sheer lust and desperation in your voice were things that would never leave Jihoon's mind.

"So much. I li- I love you. You have no idea. Every day was agony not acting on it. I'm sorry if it's too much, but it's true. I've never felt this way before. I'm in love with you. The thought of you with someone else made me wanna give everything up. It's ... God, I just love you."

You didn't seem to need any more words before closing the gap again, this time backing him up against the nearest wall as you kissed him with all your might. You took full control of the kiss, grabbing his cheeks and angling him so you could play with his lips as you saw fit. He moaned and writhed against you, shyly attempting to hold onto your waist but not actually daring to. You must've caught wind of his intentions, grabbing onto his hands and forcing them on your waist, pressing your chest up against his. He began to caress your waist, falling in love with the slope of your back in the process. He was still shy with his movements, but his lips were nothing but. He adored your soft sighs against his lips any time his tongue would suckle on yours, or any time his teeth nibbled on your bottom lip.

You must've eventually grown tired of his shy demeanor, grabbing onto his arms and pining them above his head, beginning to softly grind against him as you began to lick and suck at his neck. Jihoon was on cloud nine. His body was unsure of how to react to such pleasure from someone he had already grown so addicted to.

"Hoonie ... want you so bad ... please," his knees buckled at your begging, your warm breath hitting against his ear as he groaned out at the thought of you in his bed.

He was simply a shell of himself at that point, so it had been your responsibility to drag the both of you in the direction he pointed his bedroom was at, but as soon as you were there, you pushed him to lay on the bed. He was ready for whatever you were willing to give him. He had no chance against you anyway.

"Hoonie, shit. Been wanting you for so long. Can I, please?", you'd begun to straddle him, leaning over him as you ghosted over his lips. He swore he wasn't going to make it, body heating up at the mere suggestion of you touching him.

"P-please ..."

You began kissing him again, running your hands up and down his torso, eventually landing on his crotch, softly caressing it as he whined into your mouth.

"Oh? Jihoonie ... You're so hard. Want me to help you?"

"Fuck ... Need you so bad, please ..."

"But we haven't even started to have fun," you moved your hand away, now sitting up a bit to begin grinding against his crotch, deep movements making his eyes roll back as his arms laid limp on his sides.

"Won't you touch me, Hoonie? Don't be shy. You already know how much I want you," you guided his hands to your hips, making him clamp his fingers on the clothed flesh while you moaned out at the feeling of his hard cock gracing your most delicate parts.

You were both beginning to heat up, which led you to throw your shirt off, now only in a bra and some sweats. He audibly moaned at the view, only causing you to play it up for him as you caressed your own covered breasts, "Want me to take my bra off, baby? Hmm?"

"Y-yes. Wanna see you so bad. You're so beautiful."

That was enough for you to wiggle your way out of your pants, throwing off your bra right after. The sight had his cock squirming under you. No amount of lonely nights thinking about you could have ever prepared him for the sight before him. Your soft skin shining under the soft light of the half drawn blinds. He wanted to memorize your body, leave his mark on every inch of it, but his arms would not move from your hips. He knew that the moment he got his hands on you he would finally face insanity. There was not a single detail he wasn't already obsessed with. He wanted you so badly, but he didn't know what to do with himself. His cock was extremely swollen under his sweats, begging to find comfort in any crevice of your body you would allow. The fleeting thought of fucking your pretty tits flew through his mind, making him shudder as he continued to pant at the beautiful girl sitting on him.

"Touch me?", you asked, already guiding his hands to your breasts, making him sit up to be face to face with you.

"Holy fuck ..." he moaned at the warmth of your breasts in his hands. He couldn't help himself in getting his fill of you, hands squeezing and running all over your chest. The moment he dared to pinch at your nipples he truly saw heaven, hearing you whine his name in the prettiest sound he'd ever heard.

"Hoo-Hoonie ... Please. Touch me more. Just like that," you let your head fall back, sighing at the soft touch of his fingers pinching at your nipples, "Your mouth, Hoonie ..."

That was all he needed to lower his head and begin licking at your nipples, biting lightly as he pulled at them, dick twitching desperately at the pretty sounds leaving your lips. He could've sworn he'd cum just from how beautiful you sounded. His ears were ringing by now, only able to process the feeling of your hand pressing his face against your chest and your hips suddenly restarting their movements against his own.

You let him make out with your tits for a bit before pulling him off, much to his dismay. You giggled at his reaction, but began to pout at him to get him to remove his top.

"Shit. God, Hoonie, you're so gorgeous," you breathed out upon seeing his bare chest, running your hands up and down the blank canvas. You let your own fingers pull and pinch at his nipples a bit, slow in your movements as he whined at you. He understood now, how fucking good such a light touch in such a sensitive area felt. He was beginning to lose all air in his brain, mind foggy as you gave him all types of pleasure.

He needed you now. Needed attention in his nether area so bad. He could feel how wet you were through his sweats, softly begging you to please let him have you. The whisper against your ear had you pulling your hands away from his chest, separating yourself enough to look into his eyes.

"Want you too. Can I have it, Hoonie? Fuck ... Will you judge me if I beg? I just ... Want you in my mouth so bad, Hoonie, please."

He felt embarrassed by his reaction, but he couldn't help but moan loudly at that simple sentence, nodding like crazy at the proposition. The last time he'd been in someone's mouth had been years ago. He had felt intimate touch before, but only a handful of times total. He was fully unprepared for what your mouth encompassing him would feel like.

Before he knew it, you had thrown off both his pants and boxers, enticing him to sit at the edge of the bed as you knelt in front of him. You were looking at his cock as if it were your last meal, eyes crossed and a moan leaving your mouth at the sight. He couldn't believe a gorgeous thing like yourself would ever show so much thirst for him. His soul left his body the moment you lowered your tongue onto his tip, kitten-licking at it as you looked up into his eyes. What truly made him lose his mind, however, was the moment you began to bob your head up and down his cock, with your hands playing and scratching at his balls. His hands clutched at the sheets, unable to hold himself in a sat up position due to the unimaginable pleasure. He was unsure how he didn't cum the moment you put your mouth on him (or the moment you kissed him, if he was being honest).

"So- fuck ... So fucking good. You're perfect. Please ..." he wasn't sure what he was begging for. The pleasure was clouding his mind. And then you did something that had him gasping for air. You unglued your mouth from gagging on his cock in favor of licking and sucking at his balls. His eyes rolled all the way back into his brain, back arching against the bed as you took turns licking his balls and worshiping his cock.

Unsurprisingly, he came in your mouth moments later, almost blacking out at the feeling. He was unable to catch his breath for a good minute, all the while you swallowed his seed and sat back on him. Before he was able to resume his breathing, you had already shoved your tongue back in his mouth, making him whine at the mixture of your saliva and his cum twirling in your tongue. He couldn't help his hands running all over your body, hugging and squeezing at every curve he could reach.

"Baby, I-"

"Taste so good, Hoonie, fuck. You have no idea how much I thought about that. Every time you wore those tiny little shorts to dance practice all I wanted to do was kick everyone out and beg you to fuck my mouth."

Jesus Christ. He hated how outspoken you were sometimes. He felt himself begin to harden again at just the simple thought of you wanting him as much as he did you (even though he was 99% sure that was impossible). He felt bad, but he was a bit sad he had cum in your mouth. He had thought of the feeling of your cunt wrapping around him almost every night for the past month. He knew he'd get it sooner or later, but a sinister part of his brain was begging him to flip you around and go to town on you. He might've been inexperienced, but he knew that his body would take him there if he needed it.

"W-wanna ..."

"Hmm? Yeah, baby?", you softly caressed his cheek, looking at him with so much love in your eyes.

"Please ..." he couldn't bring himself to say it. He felt too ashamed at asking for even more out of you when he'd already made you do all the work to confess and even made him have the best orgasm of his life.

"Yeah, Hoonie? Want me? Want you too. You have no idea ..." he thanked god the moment you started grinding against his bare dick yet again, leaning down to lick at his lips, "Can I ride you, baby? Please ... Been dreaming about it."

All he could do was whine and nod as his hands squeezed at your ass, trying to entice you into lifting your hips so you could finally sit on his now hardened dick.

No words left his mouth as you finally lowered on him, all his focus on the pretty expression on your face as you moaned out at the feeling of being impaled by him. His back arched, head digging back into the mattress at the feeling of your cunt tightening around him. He felt your back arch too as you leaned down to kiss him, mouths open as you whined and mewled at each other.

You began humping him with no proper rhythm, causing him to thrust upwards to meet your own grinds. He was so desperate for you. Nothing compared to how good he felt in that moment. Your body was drawing all types of pleasure out of him.

"F-feel so good. Hoonie ... You're so- Ah! So fucking good for me."

"Me? You ... Shit. Never felt this good. You're perfect," you tightened at his words, making him plant his feet on the bed and begin to frantically fuck upwards, leading you to scream and whine his name for all his neighbors to hear.

"Love you so much- Fuck! Been wanting you forever. Didn't know how hard I'd fall for you that day, shit. You're everything to me," he couldn't help himself in rambling yet another confession in your ear as you attempted to match the animalistic pace of his thrusts.

"Love you too, Hoonie. You have n-no idea. Never letting you go. You- you're mine now," and yours he wanted to be forever.

Jihoon had never imagined he'd feel love like this as long as he was alive. He had lost hope in finding the perfect girl many years ago, assuming his lifestyle to be too difficult for him to find someone to love him so strongly, but now he had you. Now he had you in his arms as you professed your love for one another. He had never felt such happiness. His ability to think left him soon after, however, as you clamped down on him with yet another scream of his name as you found your end, taking him with you in his own.

After the two minutes or so that it took you to regain your breaths, you managed to cuddle up against each other, unable to stop caressing each other in one way or another. The smiles wouldn't leave your faces. Jihoon couldn't help but think of his life; how he had everything a man could ever want, and now he had you on top of all that, and you'd quickly become his favorite thing. You spent the rest of the day in his bed, making love and waxing poetic at one another. You completely disregarded any collab preparations for the day, opting instead to finally give into each other to the fullest extent.

Soon after, all promotions finally ended. You and Jihoon received equal accolades on your ability to mix both your styles, achieving a successful collaboration between two monster producers. The praise over being all rounders was also endless, as people commended you both for the production, vocals, dance, visuals and chemistry demonstrated all throughout the promotional period.

People noticed how comfortable you were around each other, despite having never publicly interacted before the release date of the single. People believed it was simply amazing work ethic being showcased by the two of you, but what didn't meet the public eye was the genuine love and enjoyment behind every interaction. The two of you had made it a point to begin appearing publicly together often from then on (strictly as friends to anyone who asked, of course), which allowed you to hide your relationship in plain sight.

Jihoon had never been happier, now having you as yet another companion to visit him at his Universe Factory any time he would lock himself in there to work, a habit that began to diminish as he grew more and more addicted to your company outside the confinement of those four walls.

Today was yet another one of those occasions, as you were sharing yet another meal together at the Hybe cafeteria. Staff was mostly unaware of the nature of your relationship, but you two liked it that way.

"Hey," you called out to him as you played around with his phone.

"Hmm?"

"Did you see this email from Bumzu?", he shook his head in denial, "He said Hybe's requesting your help producing for Gyu's collab with Jungkook. Cause of how well ours did."

"Yeah?", he chuckled, "Gonna have to talk to him. Not doing it without you."

"Oh, really?", you grinned at him, "Wanna team up again?", you leaned closer to him, but not too close to draw suspicion from the few other idols and staff around who were eating there.

"Mhm. You did most of the work. Couldn't've done it without you."

He knew that to be completely true, as he would've remained in his slump had you not come out of left field to make his life do a 180.

"Wanna team up with you for the rest of my life."

You smiled at him. He could see in your eyes you wanted to show some sort of affection towards him, but could not due to the public setting. All it took was one look between you for him to know you felt the same. You held his hand under the table, going back to conversation about your next possible collaboration together with your other labelmates, happy to have found a soulmate in one another.

a/n: idk how other writers are putting out 20k+ words monsters jesus christ. anyways i rlly hope u enjoyed <33 this concept had been plaguing my mind for a while so im rlly happy to have finally finished it!!

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anisespice · 11 months

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“ hate your boyfriend ” || tokyo rev. pt. 2

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synopsis: " you can pick me or your little boy. "

pairing: college!toman x gn!reader

warnings: mature language, sexual themes, MDI. toxic!toman, cheater!reader (pumpkin eater!!), enabling behavior, mild violence, vague descriptions of sex (cause i’m lazy), vulgar language, corny marvel joke, dirty-talk, moral compass is a roulette wheel in this one lol and i think that’s it :P

notes: did a little continuation of the first one before doing more characters lol i’m happy you guys liked the concept, lemme know who you’d like to see next :))) i don’t hate this one, but i don’t love it either (except maybe mikey’s) buuuut hope yall enjoy! <333

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @spacegirl05

A week had passed since the whole kick-back fiasco, and MIKEY had gone awol. Aki was over the moon about it, for obvious reasons; as far as he was concerned, he scared him off. Besides, the less you hung around the delinquent, the better for both of you.

“That guy’s just a nuisance, babe. Good riddance.”

Little did he know, this was a regular occurrence. Mikey always did this—Disappeared for days on end, only to pop right back up like he never left. Whether it be due to gang related issues, or because he felt like it, this frustrating habit was one of the reasons you invited him that night, despite knowing he’d pick a fight with Aki. You had missed him…in more ways than one. You knew it was only a matter of time before he came back to you.

And in the wee hours of the night, not far after said boyfriend left your place, you received a lone message from the former blonde himself.

from : bad influence ♡ 11:03pm “ omw. ”

Short, but effective. His timing was impeccable, how he always managed to text the second you were alone was beyond you, but it made your heart race all the same. It was wrong, you knew that, Aki deserved better than someone who snuck around. You didn’t mean for it to get this far, but that was a guilt you’d deal with later. Mikey was your drug of choice, and tonight you craved another fix.

to : bad influence ♡ 11:07pm “ okay. but just for a little while. ”

Even if you tried to play coy, to salvage whatever weak moral you had left, it didn’t matter—The only one you were fooling tonight was Aki.

from : bad influence ♡ 11:08pm “ mhm. sure, angel. ”

It was a wonder how you didn’t draw blood with how harshly you clawed at his shoulders, fighting between wanting him closer or wanting to push him away. Mikey didn’t mind, though. On the contrary, he encouraged you to leave marks. As tempted as he was to leave his own, he figured beating up your insides would suffice.

Knowing you’ll struggle to walk tomorrow was all the reward he needed.

“God—fuuck,” he slurred, after a particularly hard thrust made you arch off the bed, forcing him to sink deeper. He gazed down at you with an all too pleased grin as you begged him for more. How could he deny you when you sounded so desperate? “Taking me so well, angel…always so good f’me…”

“J-Jiro..! Ahplease!” You sobbed, your knees practically knocking upside your temples as he increased momentum. Mikey snickered, angling his hips to continue ramming the spot that made your eyes cross, moans reaching octaves you didn’t even know you could hit.

“Mm, been feening for this dick, huh? Yeah? Maybe we should call up that smug bastard, let ‘em see how such good friends we are, right [______]? Bet he was real proud thinkin’ he got me to fuck off…but we both know who you really belong to. Don’t we?”

He wasn’t sorry. That’s the short end of it.

The moment Takeru decided to act all big and bad, breaking stuff in a place where he paid no bills, it was in DRAKEN’s right to set him straight; mama may not have raised him, but he still ain’t no bitch.

It took some coaxing on your end, but you were able to reel Draken back from turning your boyfriend inside out. But, after he forced him to pick up every broken piece of the lamp, he told Takeru to choose a number between one and ten.

“…Why?” Was his response. Draken raised a brow.

“That’s how many shards I’m gonna shove up your nose.”

“Ken!”

The look on the shorter male’s face was worth it, earning a threatening smirk from the mechanic as he slapped a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Ahh, y’look like you were about to shit yourself, man! Nah, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

For a moment, there’s relief in your boyfriend’s eyes. It was short-lived, of course. Especially once Draken’s grip tightened around his shoulder. “But I will. Don’t ever let me catch you pop off on [_____] like that again. Would hate for you to have to pick yourself up off the floor next time. You feel me?”

With a gulp, he gave a shaky nod; now he really looked like he shat himself. “Y-Yes…”

“Hah? Yes, what?”

“Y-Yes, Draken, sir?”

He rewarded the poor sucker’s obedience with a couple taps to the cheek just to spite him before sending him on his way. It was met with little protest, Takeru scurrying out of the room with lamp pieces still in his palms, not even sparing you a passing glance.

“Text you later?” You called at his retreating form. When all you got was the sound of your front door slamming shut in response, you swiftly turned on your heel to aim a dejected frown at your other houseguest. Draken sardonically pouted back at you, reaching over to pinch your cheek until you swatted his hand away. “Why’d you do that, you totally freaked him out!”

He wasn’t sorry. Draken shrugged. “Good.”

Merely rolling your eyes, you headed for the small broom and dustpan in your closet to gather what little pieces Takeru left behind–Might as well busy yourself to delay addressing the elephant still in the room. Unfortunately, said elephant wasn’t about to let that happen. Before you could even think of sweeping anything, Draken gently grabbed your elbow, those same eyes that stared death into your boyfriend’s soul now filled with something else as they appraised you, melting through whatever cold exterior you tried to aim at him.

He leaned down closer, sporting a slanted grin that sent signals straight down to your core. Sometimes, you despised how easily he made your insides flutter by just existing.

“How much longer y’gonna entertain that fucking loser, huh? He wouldn’t know the first thing about handling someone like you.”

You hummed, fighting the giddy tremble in your body at the challenging air that surrounded you both. With the inkling of boldness you had, you took the bait. “What, like you would?”

He wasn’t sorry; you’d be though.

The way Draken split you in half would make Lucifer himself bite the pillow. Hovering over his gigantic frame, chest bare with your hands perched on each pec, he manhandled you to take every unforgiving inch of his dick, having you feeling downright discombobulated as your hips struggled to keep momentum.

Forget about seeing stars, at some point, you were certain you saw into the quantum realm; say hi to Ant-Man for me.

“K-Kenny...I can’t...t’s too much!”

He cooed up at you, though there wasn’t an ounce of sympathy in his tone. If anything, Draken enjoyed himself thoroughly, tongue-in-cheek as he watched you fall apart in his lap, just like he knew you would. With the way you tightened up around him like a vice, as if your own body was against the thought of him stopping, the former blonde chuckled breathlessly.

“Use the safe word then, doll.”

You glared down at him, to the best of your ability. With him practically jabbing you in the lung, it was more than difficult to say the rebuttal as smartly as you wanted to. “Y-you think…you’re so-oh! So f-funny…”

He did. Absolutely he did. By making your boyfriend’s name the safe word, nothing would soften his dick quicker. Plus, he knew you didn’t need it; just like you didn’t need Takeru.

“What? It’d be the only way you’d ever scream it anyways.”

“Welcome back.”

You paused mid-step upon entering your apartment, not expecting the ravenette to still be there. With a deep exhale, you paid him no mind as you kicked off your shoes, irritated after a tiresome process of checking your boyfriend into the hospital.

To say BAJI did a number on him would be an understatement…Man’s fucked him up. Sure, maybe Makoto could’ve watched his tone when talking to someone with such a short fuse, but Baji could’ve at least exercised a little restraint.

…Oh, who were you kidding? It’s Baji.

“What, ya not talkin’ to me?” Barely sparing him a glance, you set your bag on the coffee table before heading for the bedroom for a much-needed shower. Baji didn’t take kindly to being ignored. He huffed, standing to meet you halfway as he trailed behind you. Even when you attempted to close the door in his face, he shouldered his way in anyway; it was gonna take more than that to deter him.

“Quit being mad…said I was sorry, damn.”

“No you didn’t,” you replied, incredulously. You really tried it with the silent treatment, but knowing him, it was only a matter of seconds before he'd get you talking again. Taking off the sweats you threw on in haste earlier, you continued. “You said, and I quote, ‘Talk shit, get hit,’ then fell asleep on the couch while I had to haul Makoto to the emergency room!”

Baji shuffled his feet, “…Well, I meant to say it. Jus' forgot.”

You scoffed, walking into your bathroom. "What are you even still doing here? Don't you have someone else's day to shit on?”

“Y’kicking me out now?” He teased, raising a brow. What he didn't expect was for you to start throwing your toiletries at him. Although his reflexes saved him for the most part, Baji still got hit a few times as he attempted to dodge between a shampoo bottle and mouthwash. "Whoa! Hey-!"

“Maybe I should! Do you have any idea how hard it was to get him in and out of my car with all that dead weight, let alone into the building? Not to mention, his emergency contacts were his uppity-ass parents, so after they chewed me out, I had to lie and say he saved me from getting mugged.”

“...They buy it?”

You tilted your head, exasperated. "Wow. And here I thought the next thing out of your mouth would be that apology you 'forgot' to say earlier…[Sigh] Whatever. You just better hope when Makoto wakes up he doesn't remember anything, or else we're both in deep shit."

“Tsk. The fuck’s he gonna do?”

“He could literally sue us.” You deadpanned.

“He’s a pussy, he wouldn’t be stupid enough to try me again. And if he gives you any shit for it, you let me know. I’ll take care of it.”

“Oh, you mean like how you did today? Pass.”

He groaned, “I said sorry!”

“No you didn’t! And still haven’t!”

At the moment, it felt like the conversation would just continue in circles. With Baji stubbornly claiming he was in the right, and you combating his warped logic with colorful language and more stuff thrown at him, it's a wonder how things ended up here–With your face pressed against the cold shower wall as he gave you his fucking apology.

Over, and over, and over again.

While one hand wrapped around the column of your throat, fingers shoved knuckle-deep into your mouth to pacify the excessive whines tumbling out, the other made use of gripping the meat of your thigh, giving you no chance of running from the punishing thwap of his hips ramming against your wet ass-cheeks. The water cascading over your bodies had long turned cold as Baji chased after orgasm number five, his muscles ached from the strain, but he'd be damned to stop until he was certain all was forgiven.

Even if it meant missing every single one of Makoto's phone calls.

“God, I am so, so sorry, Takashi. Can’t believe he just…I-I’ve never seen him act like that before. Does it hurt?”

MITSUYA, despite the sting in his split lip, gave you an easy grin. “Nah, y’know I’ve been through worse. Fucker hits like one of my younger sisters.”

You had brought him back to your place to ice the bruise forming on his jaw, still frazzled over what occurred in the last half hour. Back at the restaurant, everything seemed fine when you excused yourself to the bathroom, having a blast knowing that your two favorite people were actually getting along. Unbeknownst to you, there was a storm brewing in Hajime. And the second you were out of sight, he used this opportunity to set a record straight with Mitsuya.

Evidently, he allowed his fists to do the talking.

You groaned, rubbing down your face in distress. “We’ll probably never get to set foot in that restaurant again...’m so embarrassed.”

“Hey,” he softly reprimanded, “Don’t sweat it, t’s not your fault-”

“I’m the one who begged you to let him come with us in the first place. I mean, I know you two butt heads from time to time, but I didn’t think it’d ever turn that serious. Please, Taka, just tell me what happened.”

Mitsuya shook his head, about to lower the ice pack until you shot him a pointed look. With a small exhale through his nose, he kept it on his jaw while he spoke. “I told you, he was probably pissed he couldn’t get a free meal outta me-”

“Don’t bullshit me, Haji wouldn’t explode like that over a fucking chicken sandwich.” You huffed, frustrated at his evasive behavior. He was holding back information on purpose, you were certain. Ever since the fitting, he'd been acting weird all evening. And that fight only solidified your suspicions. “Just tell me what started it!”

"Doesn’t matter."

"Taka-"

"Let it go, [______]." He laid back on your couch and made himself comfortable, even so much as turning on your tv to fill over the dead conversation. Mitsuya trained his eyes on the lit-up screen, still icing his jaw as he subtly avoided eye contact.

You could just scream.

Childishly, you snatched the remote from his hand and switched it back off. The lavender haired threw his head back in defeat, the hand holding the ice pack slowly coming down as Mitsuya eyed you from his peripheral; so stubborn.

“Be honest. It was about me again, wasn’t it?” His silence spoke volumes. “So it was then. Ugh, okay listen, I get that you’re both really protective of me, I do, but that doesn’t excuse-”

“I’m in love with you.”

You choked. Though, only on your words.

With that now hanging up in the air, you gaped like a damn goldfish, the remote slipping out your grasp and clambering to the floor with a clack. Mitsuya exhaled; no turning back now. “You…huh?”

“Yep. Have been for a while, actually.” He placed his arms behind the couch, wry smirk on his face. “Planned to tell you over dinner tonight, but that backfired fast, no thanks to that walking steroid you call a boyfriend.”

“Y-…You’re messing with me. Right?” The designer offered a humorless laugh, gesturing to his split lip and bruised jaw.

“Didn’t get hit for saying what a great pal you were, [______].”

Now it was your turn to be silent. A lump began to form in your throat, overwhelmed with the newfound information, borderline confession.

“So then…what did you say to Haji to make him so angry?”

For a split second, you saw a glint within his pools of amethyst as they slowly rendered to a deep violet. Staring at you from beneath his pretty lashes, Mitsuya resembled that of a starved animal on the verge of cornering its prey, causing a sudden warmth to envelop you as you squirmed under his heady gaze.

Sitting up a little, he merely beckoned you to his empty lap. You blinked widely at him, sputtering as you tried to protest the idea. But, what he said next played into your curiosity.

“C’mere, and I’ll show you.”

You blinked at him, uncertain; he made no move to rush you. If you were against the idea, you were more than welcome to decline and tell him to shove it. However, when you eventually crawled into the awaiting throne, settling all your weight on top of him to the point he couldn’t keep from groaning shamelessly, Mitsuya was fucking elated.

You gripped his shirt at the shoulders, sporting that signature pout you’d do whenever you wanted something from him—The designer was more than ready to give it to you. All you had to do was say so.

“Hajime’s gonna kill you if he finds out, though. Don’t want you getting hurt again because of me…”

Mitsuya chuckled, hands slowly rubbing up your thighs until they settled on your hips. “Don’t worry about it, sweet thing. He may have gotten two hits on me today, but all I need is one tomorrow.”

#🍁wasabi #COME GET YOUR FOOD #tokyorev #tokyo revengers #tokyorev smut #tr smut #tokyorev scenarios #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #mikey #baji #mitsuya #draken

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tziporarosen · 3 months

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Does anyone else have this issue?

MDI!!

I am a very sexually open person, I can talk about sex with anyone without feeling any sort of embarrassment. I can read smut, and dream about writing the most amazing smut ever written. But then, I put my headphones in, block the world out, place my hand on the keyboard, and boom. Nothing. Nada. I can’t write it, it makes me cringe, it makes me want to dig my eyes out and blend them with my morning smoothie. I just can’t do it.

So.. I came up with a solution (maybe this will help others who can relate to this). I write them like a fight scene. Let me explain. When I write a fight scene, I first make a bullet point paragraph of all the key points in the fight (e.g. Jane strikes her arm out, John caves his head back and Jane misses, John strikes her in the nose. Blah blah blah. You get the point. I do the exact same thing with mature scenes because I have realised that because I am so open to it, I struggle to look at it in a sexual way. It really helps having it written very simply and then I write the scene, making sure to cover each bullet point as I write it creatively, heck might I say even sexily.

Anyways, have a good night/day

#writer #smut #writer struggles

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summerofsnowflakes · 2 years

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Show Me Who's the Sheriff of this Town

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.7K

Warnings: 18+ MDI, this contains smut. Fingering, pet names, oral (m receiving) public sex, restraints, cuts and bruises, power dynamics, overstimulation and an unspecified age gap,

Summary: You couldn't have been more different; like chalk and cheese, peace and war, the Sheriff and the free spirit. You weren't meant to work, and somehow you did.

A/n: This is my first time writing for good ol' Sheriff Daddy and I'm excited. I had a lot of fun with these two characters!

Gif by @unearthlydust and Divider by @firefly-graphics

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Lee never could’ve prepared for the moment your bright light shone over his darkness, he never saw you coming. He couldn’t understand what’d brought you to Knockemstiff, even if you were just passing through, you didn’t belong here.

It was hardly a place for drifters, the devout church folks and matriarchal gossips made most newcomers extremely unwelcome. After all, everyone in this shithole town was related to one another in one way or another. If you weren’t, you’d always be treated differently, didn’t matter how hard you tried to fit in, the townsfolk saw you as an outsider.

He waltzed into Tecumseh just as the sun was setting over the horizon. The door swung shut behind him with a painful creak, his boots made heavy thuds against the alcohol soaked floor.

He was almost six hours later than he’d intended to be, he’d agreed yesterday to meet Sandy to drive her home after her shift. She was nowhere in sight, the tired looking, barmaid - Stacey, maybe - mentioned she hitched a ride from someone a few hours back. He noted the sour tone directed at him as she spoke, as if he had any control over the criminal activity in his county.

He felt bad, should’ve called or had one of those boys from the station drive her home. But the precinct had gone into mayhem just as he was supposed to clock off, and there was no way he could leave that shit show to be dealt with by his deputy.

He was somewhat relieved that she wasn’t here anymore, he didn’t fancy facing her while she worked an extra shift in the back to make some more money. She’d promised she was done with that, but he wasn't so sure, there were still rumblings of her selling herself making its way round the rumour mill. He really needed to squash that completely.

He ordered a whiskey from Stacey and sat at one of the creaking bar stools with a huff. The dark brown liquor was handed to him in a dirty looking tumbler, the glass chipped and cracked in multiple places.

God this place was a shithole.

He surveyed the room, just as the evening crowd began to pick up. A few regulars spilled in, fresh out of their dead end jobs. Some of the usual suspects surrounded him, hugging the rotting, termite infested bar.

No one of value to society ever turned up in this bar, which is why you stood out to him. Over in the corner of the bar, there you were bent over the pool table, your booty shorts riding up sinfully high. The globes of your ass on full display to anyone who wanted a look, and boy did he want to look.

Young, wild and free. The description fit you perfectly, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. Your melodic laugh carried across the room, pulling half cut drunkards from their stupor, only to lull them peacefully back into oblivion.

He saw through your game immediately, watched the way you wiggled your hips perfectly hypnotising the poor souls you were swindling money out of. The perfectly innocent - butter wouldn’t melt kind of smile that paid for all your drinks.

And all you had to provide in exchange was a few images for them to hold on to when they returned home to their sad lives, where their right hand was their only form of comfort.

How did Lee know all of this? Well because he was one of those fools you’d captured under your spell.

You noticed his presence as soon as he stepped into the bar, the air of authority was unmissable.

The heavy thud of his footsteps sang like a man who was overworked, underpaid and completely exhausted.

And yet, he carried himself like he owned the place, like he owned the whole town. It made your mouth water. The jangle of his keys carried across the room, the noise made your thighs clench involuntarily.

You had no real plans at the moment, you were on your way to Cincinnati but you weren’t due to meet up with your friends until the end of the month. Having said that, stopping in this little purgatory in the back end of nowhere wasn’t exactly an ideal scenario. Not that it was your choice, your car broke down when you’d stopped for gas and you were stuck here until it could get fixed.

You knew a town like this had nothing to offer, the church was probably the biggest landmark they had. So you thought you may as well have some fun at the only bar, before the church ladies came after you with their pitchforks. At least you could make a little extra money to live off for the next few months.

That was the plan at least, until the Sheriff walked into the bar and your plans rewrote themselves entirely. He looked quite young for a man of his title, no real wrinkles and a full head of dark brown hair. Other Sheriff’s you’d encountered before were a lot older than this one but that’d never stopped you from going after them before.

You were free spirited by nature, destined to roam the free land and enjoy your youth before it slipped away, but you’d always been drawn to men of authority.

There was a certain power that men like him wielded that made your panties damped and they always knew how to make you feel good.

Yes, this Sheriff was exactly your type.

You knew he’d be able to sniff out newcomers in his town, but that didn't stop you from putting on a show for him. In fact, you made it your mission to stand out in the dullness of this bar.

You giggled a little bit louder, swayed your hips with more vigour and stretched over the pool table more than necessary. You felt his eyes on you the whole time, you just hoped you’d done enough to bewitch him.

You took your winnings from the last of the intoxicated bums and turned towards him, leaning against the pool table for support and you sought out his lust filled eyes. He’d not looked away from you once during your game, subtlety was clearly not his thing. It wasn’t yours either.

You smiled sweetly at him as though you shared a secret with each other and revelled in the way his eyes widened, a tinge of panic evident by the blush spreading across his cheeks. He averted his gaze, focusing on swirling the dribbles of whiskey that coated the bottom of his glass.

You pushed yourself off the pool table, singing a soft goodbye to the sad saps that were hoping to take you home with them and sauntered over to him. You pulled up the bar stool beside him, the tension radiating off his body was palpable, but you were going to cut through it.

“Howdy!” You sang, turning to face him, you stretched out your hand.

He took your soft hand in his slightly clammy one and shook it timidly. A small hint of admiration spread across his lips, “not from round here, are ya darlin’?”

You giggled softly, allowing your hand to linger in his touch a second too long before reluctantly pulling away. “What gave me away?”

“We don’t say howdy, here in Ohio.” His pale blue eyes scanned your face. Despite the welcoming, craving smile he offered you, on his face, you could see the distrust in his eyes.

“Silly me,” You muttered, biting your lip slowly, watching the way his eyes flickered down to your lips involuntarily. “So Sheriff, would you like a drink?”

“Ain’t that s'posed to be my line?”

“Well yeah, maybe. But I did just earn a pretty penny playing pool, so I got a couple bucks to spare and I’d like to treat ya real nice.” You giggled as Lee raised a questioning eyebrow at you.

You didn’t wait for him to respond, leaning over the bar, you ordered two drinks and paid the barmaid. He relaxed against the back of the stool, watching your shorts ride up your ass again and licked his lips deliciously at the sight.

He was awestruck by you, impressed by your innate confidence and at the same time, so confused. He wasn’t used to women being so forward, normally he wouldn’t care for it, but beautiful little you had swayed his opinions. He had no idea why you’d chosen him, but he intended to savour every moment of time you were willing to waste on him.

You handed him a fresh glass of whiskey and raised your glass, clinking the glass. “To new friends.”

He took a gulp of the brown liquor, enjoying the way it burned down his throat and set fire to his stomach. “So, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing in my town?”

Although your sweet smile never wavered, he made your head spin with his words. The subtle way he asserted his dominance over the town, made your thighs squeeze together. “Well I was on my way to Cinci, meeting a few friends but my car broke down. So now I’m stuck here for a few days.”

“Lucky me.” He smirked, eyes raking over your curves. You could see the potential hidden under the tired exterior, you just needed to draw it out of him. Returning his smirk, you followed his eyes down your body as he undressed you mentally.

“Lucky you indeed,” you shuffled to the edge of your chair, brushing your bare leg against his carefully. “So Sheriff, tell me what Knockemstiff has to offer.”

He laughed loudly, head dropping down lethargically as if you’d just told the funniest joke. “Absolutely nuthin’, you got yourself stuck in the worst place in America darlin’.”

“See now I know you’re lying Sheriff.” You eyed him suspiciously, sipping on your lukewarm whiskey.

“And why's that?”

“Because you’re here in this town, I’d say you’ve got plenty to offer.” Your fingertips danced over the rim of your glass.

“Don’t know what you’re talking bout darlin’, I’m nuthin’ special.” Lee grumbled, hypnotised by your fingers.

You had him hanging off every movement, every word. His eyes followed your hand as it slipped below the bar and rested on his slacks. He froze under your touch, visibly flustered as your fingers inched up his thigh higher and higher.

You shifted closer to him, your mouth close to his ear and wet your dry lips. The sound was heavenly, Lee’s eyes fluttered close, his Adam's apple strained against his neck. “Think I could make you feel special, Sheriff,” you whispered quietly, only he could hear your words.

“I mean just imagine it,” you fingers brushed the crotch of his pants, he was rock hard under your touch. He coughed loudly to disguise the moan that caught in his throat. “I think I'd look so cute sitting on your lap, riding your cock.”

You gripped his length in your hands, enjoying how firm and wide it felt in your hand. He practically choked over your words, his jaw wound tight enough to cut glass, his cheeks bright red with frustration.

No woman had ever spoken to him with such confidence and it was incredibly sexy. He was dangerously close to cumming in his pants like a horny teenager, just from the way your hands brushed up against his cock.

But no, he wasn’t going to let that happen, he wanted you too badly to finish on such a disappointing note. As for you, you were practically offering yourself up to him on a platter. He was going to make sure you had the time of your life with him, a reason to think fondly of this shithole town when you left it in your rear view.

“You're a dangerous little thing.” He muttered, placing his hand over yours applying more pressure on his length.

You watched him licked his lips at the sight of both your hands touching his length. Slick painted your inner thighs in anticipation of what was hopefully to come.

“You got your cruiser parked outside?” You muttered slowly.

“Hmm,” he grunted wantonly, his hips thrusting into your hand. “You wanna go for a ride?” His voice broke deliciously as he tried to keep cool, painfully aware you were still in a public setting.

“I’d love nothing more, Sheriff.”

You managed to make it all the way to the cruiser before your excitement bubbled over. As he opened the passenger door for you, you stood dead still for a beat, nerves nipped at your fingertips.

You took him by total surprise when your fingers wrapped around his tie and pulled him down to kiss you. Electricity sparked between you as your lips met.

He kissed you hard, fervently and filled with a need that you weren’t expecting. Any control Lee was holding back dissipated as his hand wrapped around your waist and pressed you roughly against the backdoor.

As quickly as his force took over, his hesitation crept back in, his hands stuttered as they moved up your body, as though he was scared to touch you, something was holding him back.

You took his hand in yours and cupped your breasts, he softly kneaded the round flesh. He rutted his hips into yours, his hardness grinding into the material of your jean shorts. He cursed at himself quietly, you were making him act like a fucking teenager.

You pulled away from his lips completely breathless and smiled up at him. He dipped his head down and pressed his lips to yours once more, it was so different from the first kiss. Soft and tentative, although it made your head spin lustfully, it wasn’t what you wanted from him right now.

“You don’t need to be afraid of me, Sheriff. I can take a little man handlin’.” You whispered sensually to him, as he rested his forehead to yours, your lips millimetres apart. “I can see the strength you're holding back, don’t hold back. Please…”

He kissed you once more, with the same sweetness, smiling like the Cheshire cat. “Let’s go somewhere a bit more secluded.”

He planned on taking you back to his home, he wanted to show you the time of your life in the comfort of his bed; but you had other ideas.

You curled up beside him, nipping and licking at his neck while he drove, whispering dirty things into his ear. And when your hands skilfully brushed against his cock he was a goner.

Lee made it no more than five miles before he pulled off the main road, onto a dirt track and into a clearing surrounded by trees, dried mud and twigs crunched under his tires.

Lee spared you a hungry glance, raking his eyes over you, licking his plum lips, before exiting the car without a single word exchanged.

The door to the driver’s side slammed shut, the jolt of the car made your shoulders tense with anticipation. His heavy footsteps carried themselves around to your side and your door swung open carelessly.

“Step outta the car for me, Darlin’.” He grunted, gesturing for you to move.

You were hot with excitement, but the late night breeze had grown colder. The soft air left goosebumps on your skin as you got out. Your nipples pebbled against the thin fabric of your top.

The tension between you was palpable, the surrounding woods were silent except for the low hum of the cricket choir.

Your lips parted slightly as though you had something to say, but his hungry gaze left you thoughtless. Slick formed in your panties, threatening to cover your inner thighs as you waited for him to speak.

“Strip. Now.” He ordered, eyes dark with lust.

There was no mistaking the dominance in his tone, the confidence he was displaying was enough to send you over the edge.

You shot him a playful smirk and pulled your top over your head. You revelled in the quiet gasp that fell from his lips as your breasts bounced freely with each movement you made.

You pulled the thin vest top over your head, your breasts bounced with your movements. He devoured every piece of your body that you dared to show him.

Your fingers hooked around the loops in your shorts and pulled them down at a teasingly slow pace, taking your panties down with them.

He clenched his jaw tightly as you stood completely bare before him, you were a vision. Your confidence never wavered, or did it?

Your features remained calm, collected, but Lee noticed the way your body trembled quietly under the weight of his gaze. He could use this moment to reassure you, to spill a million lovely notions into your ear, but you didn't want that, you’d been clear.

“Hold your hands out for me.” He stepped closer to you, as pulled out his handcuffs. The sharp sound of clinking metal met your ears and your knees almost gave out. He locked the cuffs around your wrists and spun you around.

He nudged his foot between yours and kicked your legs apart, his hands held your hips tightly to steady your body.

His hands ran along your body, feeling every part of you he could, humming approvingly at how wonderful you felt. He brought his hand down over your round ass cheek, chuckling at the soft whine that tumbled from your lips.

You pressed your ass back into his hand, signalling for more. “Little tease.” He muttered to himself he pressed his body against yours. The starchy cotton was rough against your back but the cool metal of his cruiser sent shockwaves through your body.

You hissed and squirmed at the cold that covered your body, but he held you firmly in place, his soft tummy pushing against the curve of your back, his hard length poking at your ass.

His nose brushed up along your neck, lips grazing the shell of your ear. His breath was deafening and warm, it intoxicated your mind.

“You like this huh? Being stripped down bare in front of me, bet that pussy is soaked.” He muttered, taking your earlobe between his teeth, he tugged at it roughly.

“You spend all night teasing men and get off on it like a little cock tease, just hoping the big ol’ Sheriff will come along and take care of ya, right?”

You whined achingly, gnawing at your bottom lip as you pushed your ass into his tented pants, his stiff cock resting between your ass cheeks.

Your response didn’t satisfy Lee in the slightest, his thick calloused fingers wrapped around your neck and he squeezed roughly. “I expect an answer when I ask a question, Darlin’. So either answer me, or I’ll leave you here cuffed and naked for someone else to find you.”

“‘M sorry Sheriff.” You gasped as his grip loosened around your neck. “I want you to take care of me, wanted you from the minute you walked into the bar.” You mewled pathetically.

His satisfied laugh rumbled in his chest, “atta girl.” He muttered, pushing your head against the window, he pulled your hips out.

He rubbed the rough pads of his fingers through your folds, pushing them slowly into your entrance. He stretched you out at an agonising pace, feeling every part of you. “God darlin’, you got the tightest little pussy I’ve ever felt. Gonna have to get you ready for me.”

His fingers teased at the sweet spot deep inside you, nudging it softly before dragging his fingers back and forth leisurely. He was drawing you towards heaven slowly, and then he surprised you by changing pace completely. He scissored his fingers, speeding up the movements of his fingers until you were grinding back against him and beginning for more.

You opened up surprisingly easy for him, but he was determined to have you cum at least once on his fingers.

He inserted a third finger, stretching you further and roughly pulsing in and out of you. Quiet screams and helpless pleads slipped from your lips, it was music to Lee’s ears.

“Tell me how that feels, Darlin’?”

“S-s-so good, Sheriff.” You sobbed, pressing your forehead into the window, your fingers gripped onto the metal cuffs as his pace quickened.

“Can feel you clenching ‘round my fingers. You're gripping me like a vice.” You could feel his smirk radiating from his lips. “Gonna cum for me baby?”

You writhed under his touch, he curled his fingers, thrusting them deeper and hitting your sweet spot over and over again. “Oh god!” You cried.

“That’s it, sing for me darlin’.” His words pushed you over the edge, fireworks erupted, white hot pleasure pulsed through your veins as you rode his fingers through your orgasm, a string of moans and curses fell from your parted lips.

You whined as his fingers slipped from your heat, he turned you back around to face him. Your head fell back against the cruiser blissfully as an aftershock rolled violently through your body.

His hands encased your warm cheeks, pulling your head from the car, forcing you back into the moment. His thumbs ran soothingly over your cheeks, chuckling softly, “poor little cock tease, you’re all fucked out just from my fingers.”

He pressed his lips to yours, “Still gonna take my cock though, right?”

You nodded feverently, your lips chasing his, but never quite catching up. ““Please Sheriff, want your cock so badly.” You moaned as your mouth trailed along his taut jawline. “Want it in my mouth too, please.” You begged softly, making his cock twitch.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He stepped backward, pushing you down on your knees. You peered up at him through your thick eyelashes, your mouth watered as he slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled his cock out of his pants.

You inhaled sharply as his length stood proudly in front of your eyes, the length and thickness was more than you were expecting.

Precum spilled from the tip and your tongue darted out to lap it up, swirling it over his sensitive head. A shiver ran down Lee’s spine, his head fell back between his shoulders with a deep sigh.

You wrapped a cuffed hand around the base of his shaft, applying pressure as your tongue worked the head of his cock.

“Fuck.” Lee growled, resting his hand against the back of your head, willing you to stay down there forever. You moved your bobbed up and down his length, moving your hand in sync.

“Take it all in your mouth, Darlin’.” He groaned, pulling your hand from his cock. You hummed, hollowing your cheeks and pushed his cock as far back as you could take it. Your throat contracted around his length, you tried to pull away but he held you there choking on him.

He spoke a broken that’s it into the air above you and lazily rutted his hips, pushing himself further down your throat. Your eyes watered, spit dribbled from your lips as you pulled back gasping for air.

“Fuck darlin’, that mouth of yours is dangerous.” He breathed.

You smiled up at him, pride swelled in your chest. He pulled you up from the ground and crashed his lips into yours, “you’re a goddamn dream.”

You hung your cuffed wrists around his neck, wearing him like a necklace. He placed his hands under your thighs, pulling you off the ground and wrapping your legs around his soft torso.

“Need to feel that tight little pussy.” He moaned, carrying you to the hood of the car and rested your ass against it.

Lee wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, jerking it as he lined it up with your entrance. He pushed inside you slowly stretching you out, his breathing stuttered as you sucked him in inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside you.

Your head fell forwards resting against his chest as you revelled in the delicious burn. It was euphoric, you felt so full.

“Sheriff…” You whined impatiently, circling your hips and pushing him impossibly deeper. Your fingertip locked into the hair on the nape of his neck. “Pl-Please m-mo-ove.” You cried.

“I got ya, darlin’,” he slowly pulled back, leaving you feeling empty and desperate for more. You watched as he slammed back inside you with a harsh thrust, filling you to the hilt all over again.

He whimpered at the way your pussy moulded around him as he drove into you roughly, his grip on your hips were bruising.

His south watered at the sight of your breast bouncing with each thrust. He dipped his head down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth, grazing his teeth along the nub. You uttered a heavenly moan with each nip of his teeth, your pussy clenched with each moan.

His hand trailed down from your hip, over your mound, his fingers danced over your clit. He took your sensitive pearl between his thumb and index finger, rolling and pinching it.

It was the final push you needed to send you over the edge, your second orgasm far more intense than the first one. It was prolonged by the fact that Lee’s fingers continued to circle your clit vigorously.

You were so sensitive, it was too much and yet you ground your hips into his as you rode your high out. Through bleary lust filled eyes, you peered up at Lee, harsh breaths fell through the small gaps in his teeth, his eyes screwed shut.

“Gonna cum deep in you darlin’, you want that?” He grunted, his hips began to stuttered, pumping into you unevenly. “Say by the way you’re squeezing me so tightly you do want it.”

Soft beads of sweet rolled over his forehead, his cheeks tinged a light pink colour. He was holding back, waiting to hear you say it. He tugged your face closer to his, his thumb roughly grazing cheek. “Say you want it.” He growled, his desperation seeping into his tone.

“I want it!” You cried, your words were the trigger point, all he needed to spill his seed inside you with a few final staggered pumps.

Lee placed a soft kiss to your damp forehead as he pulled out of you, the mix of both your cum seeping down your bare thighs.

He carefully unlocked the handcuffs, slipping them from your wrists. His fingertips brushed over the noticeable burns left by them.

He admired the brutal aftermath from the metal handles. He was conflicted by how much joy stirred inside his stomach at seeing those bruises on your skin, bruises he’d caused. And yet, he felt an inmate hunger to kiss them all better and protect you.

You interlocked your fingers, squeezing them gently and smiled up at him, “and I thought you said there was nuthin’ special in this little old town.” You giggled softly as he pulled away and tucked his softening cock away.

“Still not convinced ’m anything special, Darlin’.”

You let out a disapproving hum, rolling your eyes, “you got a smoke?” You asked lazily, in no rush to redress, revelling in your post-sex glow.

Lee’s trepidation towards you crept back into the atmosphere between your bodies. He silently placed a cigarette between your lips, lighting before doing the same for himself.

He lent against the cruiser beside you, quietly inhaling a puff of smoke, his nervous eyes flickered to your body every few seconds. You’d left him terrified and awestruck, he had no idea how to treat you now.

“So Sheriff, you gonna tell me your real name?” You asked, puckering your lips round the butt and taking a drag.

A small smile fought its way onto his lips. You tugged at his hand, pulling his thick frame between your open legs. He was instantly captured by the sight of your swollen, sensitive looking pussy leaking over the shiny steel.

“It’s Lee.”

“Nice to meet you officially, Lee.” You smiled sweetly, you ran your hands over his tummy, along his chest enjoying the feel of his body under your soft hands.

You straightened his tie, gazing up at his steel blue orbs. “So what’s it gonna take for you to take me back to your place and show me what else this town has to offer, Lee?”

His tongue wetted his lips, a smirk teasing the corners of his mouth. He “Only condition I have is that you keep your clothes off the whole ride.”

You returned his smirk, placing your lips, “deal.”

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phosphorescentthoughts · 3 years

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I can’t leave or else my roommates will ask.

I don’t think things are looking up for me.

I’m scrolling through tumblr, revisiting all of my fifteen year-old thoughts and remembering all the images that glazed across my vision, most likely at two in the morning. It’s a bunch of sad things: snowy gifs, bokeh street lamps, quotes consisting of “get your shit together” and “I love you” in fancy script on frosted car windows. I wish I could feel as vividly sad now as I did then. Now, it’s nothing.

Under my open laptop, I lean slumped against the far wall of my shoebox bedroom, one leg tucked under, one outstretched. There’s no closet, just open clothes gathering dust in the corner with a shitpile of clothes tucked underneath. I’ve been meaning to do laundry for at least a few days. It will be a few more, surely before I gather the motivation to do anything. I dragged my roommate to Walmart yesterday to buy a pack of Fruit of the Loom so I could wear them as soon as I unwrapped the plastic. Here’s to a fuzzy asscrack.

I can smell the open tupperware of half-eaten frozen brussels sprouts on my desk from yesterday’s lunch. It’s not great, but it could be worse. It would only take a single second to dump the remnants into the open bag of trash on my floor that’s been collecting since I tried to clean on Monday, but it’s just going to sit there for now. It’s Thursday in t-minus 21 minutes anyway.

My boyfriend just got back from dogsitting for his parents on MDI this evening. Before he left yesterday morning, he asked if I wanted a coffee and I said yes, so I placed a mobile order at Dunkin — not the one we usually go to. The cup is staring at me a couple inches away from the brussels sprout tupperware. The cup is also half-empty. I’m only a stress eater, not a sad binger. Apathy is a full meal, apparently.

I used to write like this in secret to a high school teacher every night at 8 pm before I graduated and she cut it off. Sadness has its limits. I can’t feel sad for too long before I guilt trip myself out of it.

“You fucking baby looking for attention,” I’d say. “You’re just a sorry whiny asshole.”

I don’t know how she handled it. She was the oldest sister. Maybe she had experience with someone else’s mental illness. She told me she couldn’t relate to my own. She’s lucky. Nothing is real for me anymore.

#mental illness #pov #depression

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hufflepufsh · 7 years

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I was tagged by @moonwyul and @kpop-punk to do this, thank you :)

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better.

Nickname: hmm my uncle used to call me aniuska when i was younger, and one of mu friends sometimes calls me anich which i hate and none of you should use it

Starsign: pisces

Height: 171/2cm

Time right now: 23:58

Last thing googled: el internado padre ivan habéis visto el capítulo de mentes criminales sin fronteras de pamplona? tío me estoy meando quién les ha dicho que pamplona está en latinoamérica el padre de iván que ya no recuerdo cómo se llama es el unico que no habla con acento latino y apenas dice cosas en español en todo el capitulo y además TOROS QUE COMEN CADÁVERES HASTA LUEGO

Favorite music artists: one direction - this could be a really long list and i don’t post much about them these days so let’s give it to them

Song stuck in your head: the beggining of baepsae

Last movie watched: snow white and the huntsman

Last TV show watched: i’m watching goblin right now

What are you wearing right now: grey swater and my pijama pants

When did you create your blog: eh i think in 2011, i didn’t start using it until 2012 though

What kind of stuff do you post: mostly the fandom i’m more invested in, which is kpop right now i guess, but any other fandom posts i see that catch my atention too, and some cute puppies and funny stuff in general

Do you have any other blogs: no i suck at side blogs

Do you get asks regularly: no, i get maybe one every two months ://

Why did you choose your URL: because i’m a hufflepuff and i didn’t want a fandom related url harry potter isn’t a fandom it’s part of my personality by now dejadme en paz

Gender: female

Hogwarts house: hufflepuff

Pokemon team: mystic

Favourite color: black and some shades of green

Average hours of sleep: 6-8 unless it’s finals month, then i get 3-4

Lucky numbers: 4

Favourite character(s): bucky barnes, peggy carter, steve rogers,kate bishop, loki, sirius black, hermione granger, remus lupin, victoria and kirtash from mdi, jessica jones, noora sætre, sana bakkoush, tj hammond, amelia folch and there’s probably a lot more i can’t remember right now

How many blankets do you sleep with: i only use the duvet

Dream job: idk, i don’t have one

Following: 555

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tacticbooom-blog · 5 years

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Holy hell

I’ve been sick all week with a cold. I’m thinking it’s stress related? Maybe? I’m not sure. Any ways I’ve had one major problem that has plagued me through most of this cold and that is (drumroll) I’m diabetic! Type 1. This is unfortunate because one of my main symptoms has been nausea. Usually what happens when I get a cold I develop something called keytones. There a nasty little toxin that my body develops when my blood sugar is too high for to long. Keep in mind I am not a medical expert and I do not know all the inner workings. Anyways you’d think that nausea would be sorta good. Right? No carbs/sugar means low blood sugar means no keytones. Well you’d be wrong. I am on a program called mdi (multiple daily injections) which basically boils down to when I eat I take insulin (insulin regulates blood sugar). The problem arises when I don’t eat for a while. Without the insulin in my body to deal with sugar in my blood my blood sugar rises. Hence why this cold has been hell. I can’t just not have anything. If I do I’ll just get keytones. Which suck cause with keytones arise more nausea and an unquenchable thirst diseyness and a whole myriad of other issues

Sorry for the wall of text and for not posting in awhile I’ll try and be more regular

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hannieehaee · 1 month

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Svt member jerking off to another members gf

18+ / mdi

another member jacking off to you

content: established relationship, smut, afab reader, masturbation, mentions of a member catching you nude/having sex on accident, mentions of your or a member catching another member masturbating, etc.

wc: 781

a/n: i wasnt sure whether to write this from the pov of the member masturbating or the member who has a gf's pov, so i just went for the second one ... anyways i think irl theyd be genuinely angry at this lol but i decided to make it more lighthearted and crack-ish. hope u enjoy<3

masterlist

seungcheol -

he'd be mad as shit lmao. if he ever caught wind of (or even worse, caught) one of his members touching themselves with you in mind, all hell would break loose. he didnt care if it was all in their imagination, he'd go on a rampage to make sure none of them ever even looked your way ever again.

jeonghan -

he's a lil weird so i think he would do that little gremlin laugh he does and find some type of sick pride in knowing that even though you were his and only his, you had his friends wanting you so bad they had to jack off to the thought of you.

joshua -

just cocky about it. oh yeah? you want his girlfriend? too bad! she's well taken care of by her boyfriend joshua. no one could ever have you but him. it'd feed his ego knowing others wanted you but you'd never even so much as look their way as long as you had joshua.

jun -

just whiny about it. he knew his brothers quite well so he wouldnt think of it too deeply into it, knowing that you were quite pretty and probably had the affections of many men. he'd still be bothered by it, but not enough to actually have much of a reaction.

soonyoung -

this would activate an overly touchy side of him (even more than usual), refusing to leave your side (or stop fucking you at every given moment) in order to assert his dominance towards any member who dared look at you in anything other than a platonic way. somehow you'd also have to end up reassuring him that you like him and him only lmao.

wonwoo -

uncharacteristically cocky about it. but also would turn a little more possessive after finding out one of his members had you in mind while jacking off. even if you were unaware of what had happened, he'd fuck you extra hard for the next few days in order to let you (and everyone else) know how much you were his and only his.

jihoon -

would also turn super possessive at the situation. that, plus genuinely annoyed lol. he took your sex life and relationship to be something very private, so knowing that one of his member's even pictured you in that context would have him huffing and puffing his chest in annoyance. he'd be all over you for a while just to reassure himself that you were no one else's but his.

seokmin -

he'd feel kinda sad for some reason (?) like he would feel so weird at knowing you were in someone else's mind in such a way, specially since it was a friend of his. he'd feel sad for them knowing they could never have you, but also annoyed knowing other people wanted you in ways only he should ever want you.

mingyu -

would whine and pout and maybe even get genuinely annoyed. it was kind of crossing a boundary for his member to literally moan out his s/o's name while jerking off. why were you even on their mind in the first place? you were his and his only. he'd have to confront them and give them a reality check in the nicest way he could.

minghao -

he'd feel a little weird about it, wondering why jack off to you of all people. then he'd reason that you were the prettiest thing he'd ever laid eyes on and try to be a little more understanding. he'd maybe relate this to somewhat of a parasocial relationship, knowing it would never be mutual attraction between you and his member.

seungkwan -

absolutely scandalized and annoyed. why in all hell was his member whining out your name? why not find literally anyone else to be the protagonist of their fantasies? you were taken in every sense of the world, and even mere thoughts of you belonged to seungkwan and seungkwan only.

vernon -

can't really help what makes you horny, he'd think with a shrug. that's as far as that thought would go. yeah, sure, it was kinda weird that one of his friends was thinking about you in that context, but imagination is only imagination. nothing was actually happening, so it wouldnt really make him think too much of it.

chan -

frustrated more than anything. he already shared everything of his with his members. what do you mean he now had to share you with them? no. simply unacceptable. would curse and nag at whoever thought it was okay to even look at you in any way other than innocent. he'd become super possessive of you after that, showing off how much you were his to all his members.

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delectablycrookedmentality-blog · 7 years

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On Navigating a Cruise with Diabetes

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On Navigating a Cruise with Diabetes

Thinking of taking a cruise ship vacation but worried about managing your diabetes while on board?

Today, we're happy to hand the mic over to our team member Rachel Kerstetter in Ohio, who you may remember is a fellow T1 PWD in Ohio who blogs at Probably Rachel and works with us on social media using her initials, RK. As it happens, Rachel and her husband recently set out on a tropical Caribbean cruise, the latest of several they've taken over the years -- which may make her the DOC's " resident cruise expert." We asked her to please share her top tips about blood sugar management while enjoying the pleasures of a cruise on the open seas.

On Cruising with T1D, by Rachel Kerstetter

My husband and I took a seven-night, Western Caribbean cruise in late February on the Oasis of the Seas. This happened to be my sixth cruise ever, the third since being diagnosed with type 1 back in 2011.

Overall, my diabetes fared well throughout this recent cruise. I only had one persistent low and one stubborn high on pod change day. But in preparing for the cruise, I noticed that a lot of people have questions about cruising with diabetes.

So, here’s how I would respond to each of those based on all my cruises with diabetes through the years.

How do you handle supplies? What's the backup plan in case you run out of something critical?

The first rule of traveling with type 1 is to bring extra supplies. I manage my diabetes with an OmniPod tubeless insulin pump and Dexcom CGM. I travel a lot for work and a little for play and my rule of thumb is:

Double it… plus One.

I would have two, maybe three pod changes during my trip so I brought seven pods. Three of them were decorated for cruising. I didn’t anticipate changing my Dexcom sensor, but I brought two new ones just in case. I also packed: 100 test trips on top of my partial vial, my back-up meter, extra lancets with an extra lancing device, lots of alcohol wipes, a new tub of glucose tabs, batteries for all my stuff, 8 inches of Flexifix tape, syringes, pen needles and my emergency back-up Lantus. All packed in a neatly labeled zip-top bag in my carry on.

Always, always, ALWAYS pack medications in your carry on, NEVER check it! I did however pack my scissors for the tape in my checked baggage, to avoid issues with TSA. I placed my insulins in a small insulated lunch bag with a frozen solid ice pack. The thing about traveling by air with cooled medications, is that the ice pack needs to be frozen solid at the checkpoint.

As an insulin pumper, my back-up plan is switching to MDI (multiple daily injections) if my pump fails, so everything I need for both therapies stayed with me in my backpack.

Is Port security like airport security when it comes to diabetes supplies?

Yes, port security is a lot like airport security in that you should keep all diabetes supplies in your carry on. Your bags will all be X-rayed like at the airport so if you use an insulin pump, make sure you know your pump manufacturer’s recommendations. It is a little less chaotic and strict than the airport however. You walk through a metal detector and you can bring sealed liquids through. That’s the U.S. part of the ports at least. Port security in each country is a little different so it all depends; one of the biggest concerns for the Caribbean ports is drug smuggling, so there may be closer inspections of supplies. I highly recommend carrying a doctor's letter and wearing a medical identification bracelet.

How do you keep insulin cool onboard and in the tropical climates?

The ice pack while traveling is good, I use the kind that comes with my insulin and stays frozen for 48 hours. In advance of my trip, I placed a medical request with the cruise line for a sharps container and a fridge. There’s usually a small fridge in each cabin for a minibar that works, but I request a medical fridge just in case.

I don’t typically take insulin off the ship with me because it's never more than a 20-minute walk back to the boat in port, but the cooler and ice pack would come along if I chose to do a longer shore excursion.

Do you notify any authorities on the boat that you have diabetes?

It’s not required to disclose diabetes to the cruise line, however I do in order to make sure that I’m covered. By notify, I mean that I list it on my passenger profile form, that everyone's required to fill out. Beyond that, I don’t really report it to anyone.

Is there some kind of medical center on board in case you need it?

Yes, cruise ships have medical facilities and doctors on board, and it’s reasonable to go there for minor issues that arise when on board. For bigger medical emergencies they will make arrangements to send patients to the hospital. In fact, on my cruise they did evacuate one patient to the hospital on a helicopter. The Oasis of the Seas had three doctors working in the medical facility and several nurses when I was on board so I didn’t worry about not being able to get help in the middle of the ocean.

How do you keep up with exercise while on board?

This can be as easy or as challenging as you make it. There are ample opportunities to be active on the ship, and just going to and from the places and activities we were interested in took me up to more than 10,000 steps a day, according to my FitBit.

Also, the long elevator waits made the stairs a faster and more active option for moving between decks. Cruise ship fitness facilities vary; the ships that I’ve been on have had excellent gyms and offered fitness classes. The Oasis offered yoga, daily stretching, water aerobics, spinning and other classes. They also had sports facilities where you could play basketball, soccer, ping pong, rock climb and more. There is also a running track, and roughly two-and-a-half laps around the perimeter of deck 5 equaled a mile.

WIth all of the running around, I usually have trouble with plummeting blood sugar, especially when I’m guesstimating carbs. So I usually increase my lower limit on Dexcom alarms so I get a low warning at 85 rather than at 70 to give me time to get to some food.

Cruises are notorious for endless buffets… How do you approach the huge amounts of food?

There are endless jokes on every cruise I’ve been on about the vast amounts of food. In the past nine years that I’ve been cruising, the food situation has continued to improve. But it’s easy to eat very poorly, so it takes a little self-control. I was able to find low-carb options and plenty of fruits and vegetables on our trip. And water was always available, as was coffee and tea. But so were sugary tropical drinks, sweet lemonade and a ton of dessert.

We enjoyed fresh eggs most days for breakfast with my favorite roasted tomatoes and a bowl of fruit. Lunch was a variety of things, but almost always accompanied by salad. Dinner was always a served meal for us in either the dining room or a specialty restaurant. The served meals are usually very good portion sizes. Dessert was an option with every meal but they were typically smaller servings and there was a variety of sugar-free and no-sugar-added options for cookies and ice cream. In general, I’d rather have three bites of anything chocolate than a sugar-free lemon cookie, but my husband was a fan. So aside from shifting my schedule a little, food was fairly easy.

Do you ever get seasick, and if so, how does that play with blood sugar levels?

I was amazed the first time I cruised that I didn’t get seasick. I tend to get car sick, so much so that riding in the back seat of a car is a bad idea for me. But the boat rocking doesn’t make me ill. However, it throws off your equilibrium. We had some rough seas cruising in the winter and I would sometimes feel light-headed or off-balance… sometimes those are symptoms of falling blood sugar for me so I was often checking my Dexcom or with my meter to find out if it was the motion or my blood sugar.

Some people do deal with severe seasickness and have found help in things like Motioneaze or seasickness wristbands. They did give out something for seasickness at the medical facility that seems to help cruisers who suffer from motion sickness. Feeling queasy can make eating unappealing, so keeping an eye on BG levels is a good idea.

Can you share any funny/ quirky/ memorable experiences related to D-care on a cruise ship?

Cruising with diabetes is always an adventure and it definitely has its entertaining moments. Wearing my pod on my arm brings a lot of questions. One night at dinner, I was wearing a sleeveless top with my tropical pod on my arm and the waiter asked what it was, I answered that it was my insulin pump. The lady at the table next to us leaned over and said, “Our son has type 1, he was diagnosed two years ago.” We started talking and came to find out that he was diagnosed at age 22, just like me. Our stories were pretty similar, except his doctors didn’t diagnose him with a pregnancy test!

On another occasion, we were enjoying drinks at one of the bars (drink responsibly friends!) and an older gentleman asked, “Is that thing for treating motion sickness?” I chuckled and explained it was my insulin pump. “Wow! That’s amazing. I know a guy who had one but it was wired to him. Technology can do so much. So you can drink with that thing on?”

On day two of our most recent cruise, I was on the second deck of the Solarium which overlooked the deck below and I spotted a woman with a Dexcom sensor on her arm. She was too far away to talk to and I knew I couldn’t catch up with her, so I was on Dexcom watch the rest of the cruise -- but I never saw her again.

There were definitely plenty of other little special moments sailing the high seas with my diabetes. Cruising can be an extremely fun vacation, and with advanced preparation and a good attitude, managing diabetes on a cruise can be smooth sailing.

Thanks for sharing, Rachel! Definitely sounds like you had a blast, and glad to know we we have you to turn to if we ever have any more Cruise Qs.

So let's hear it, DOC Friends: Any additional inquiries or waterfront cruise tips/ tricks/ tales of your own to share?

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what we think abt sub!vernon cuz honestly i feel like he has a mommy kink and i can just imagine him whining and begging to cum 🫠

18+ / mdi

content: sub!vernon, sofdom!reader, afab reader, smut, nipple play (m receiving), blowjob, body worship, etc.

wc: 858

a/n: maybe a little tmi but i have both father and mother issues so i cant see myself writing anything related to mommy or daddy kink ... BUT i am a fan of sub!vernon so!

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vernon's always been a man of little words, someone who does not often react to things in the way one would usually expect a person to. this was, however, not the vernon you knew.

the vernon you knew was quite expressive – even to an embarrassing extent.

your vernon would always belly-laugh at your jokes. would always use an extensive vocabulary when it came to complimenting you. would always commentate on the movies you watched together. he'd never leave you wanting more.

especially in the bedroom.

in an almost effortless manner, you could render vernon into a whiney mess, whimpering at you to please touch him the way only you knew how to.

you'd start by undressing him while sensually exploring his lips with your tongue, heavy breaths being swallowed by one another. you'd feel him up in indecent ways, making him blush at how shameless you were in your desire for his body.

throughout all this, vernon would moan and pant against your lips, feeding you with silent pleas for more. you'd, of course, comply, fully unable to deny such a pretty boy of your touch.

your lips would explore every inch of his body, kissing at his neck while he asked for permission to please undress you – "wanna feel you too," he'd say. knowing the sight of your body alone could render him to his knees, you'd approve and even give him a little show of undressing yourself.

being fed by his whines, you'd go back to kissing your way down his body, making a lengthy stop to lick at his nipples in, barely even gracing them with your tongue. this would always, without a fault, get him to sheepishly beg you to kiss him properly – to suck and bite at his nipples until he cried. you'd do this with no complaint. using your mouth to nibble and pull at one of his sensitive buds while your fingers – wet from having had him suck on them earlier while kissing – made him gasp at the coolness of your touch as you pulled meanly at his bud. going back and forth between both, vernon would be in tears by the time you were satisfied.

your path downwards would continue, making a show of kissing down his happy trail, leaving your own trail of saliva as you licked your way down. tiny gasps could be heard from above, only inciting you into worshiping his body more and more.

you were used to his whines by now, begging you to "please hurry," and to "kiss him where he wanted you most." but the whines got even louder the closer you got to his most sensitive area.

you were not shy to leave red splotches of love bites all over his thighs, getting meaner by the second in the way you marked him as yours. you had already left your mark all through the length of his body, but his thighs were your favorite. all the plush and soft skin there was just waiting to be marked. traces from your previous love bites could still be seen there.

finally arriving at your final destination, you decided to have a bit more fun with the pretty boy laying under you, kitty-licking his slit as you made eyes at him. you could feel the vibration from his groans at your actions, which only made you wanna ruin him more.

his moans would fill the room as you slowly licked up and down every vein on his cock, going as slow as you possibly could in order to enjoy his cries longer. his arms would stay at his sides, though you could see the struggle he was going through at holding back from forcing his way into your mouth. he was always so good for you, making you inevitable reward him every time.

finally enveloping him in your mouth, you'd bob your head while you moaned against his cock, obsessed with his never-ending cries at the feeling. his words of praise would hit you where it ached the most.

"s-so good, oh fuck ..."

"mouth's so good, shit ... need to cum, please ..."

"'sso tight n' warm ... god, fuck. makin' me lose my mind ..."

"n-needa cum ... nedda feel your cunt- o-oh fuck ..."

you felt delirious at the pretty boy under you, becoming addicted to the way he begged for you; the way he was such a good boy for you.

you gave it your all, sucking and bobbing your head, suctioning around him and moaning against his cock up until the moment his orgasm hit him and he filled your mouth with his spunk.

once more, you'd make a show out of it, licking every drop that fell out of your mouth and even licking at the remnants still on his dick. you'd want nothing more than to keep sucking until he sobbed and begged at you to stop, but you'd save that for another day. for now all you wanted was to climb back up the length of his body and kiss his cum right into his mouth before kissing away all his tears and letting him know what a good boy he'd been for you.

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seungkwan -

seungkwan always had a soft spot for vernon. his very stoic friend, more often than not, was unfazed by things that would usually get a reaction out of most people. this was something seungkwan couldn't relate to, being the stark opposite and constantly pulling out the dramatics whenever he could. despite their very distinct personalities, they were very close. vernon would always trust seungkwan with everything, and seungkwan was happy to say that the feeling was mutual.

it was not an uncommon occurrence for seungkwan to find vernon playing around with his phone while he was distracted. the younger member had a habit of misplacing his, or just plainly forgetting to bring it along, meaning that he'd often either ask kwan for his or simply pick it up whenever he wasn't using it. vernon wouldn't snoop. seungkwan knew this, and trusted his brother with his phone, just like he did with anything else.

vernon liked to listen to music whenever things quieted down in his usually hectic schedule. having forgotten his phone, he picked up seungkwan's without thinking, plugging in his wired earbuds and putting on an album he had been into those days. he went on like this for a bit, sitting back on one of the waiting rooms while he waited for the day to move forward. it was calm for once. until seungkwan's phone began to chime every few moments, continuously interrupting vernon's music. okay, its not like he could complain. this wasn't his phone. which is why all he meant to do was mute whoever was messaging his friend. except that's not what he did.

it must've been two? three? eight? minutes that vernon sat there, phone in hand as he stared in shock at the erotic view on the screen. it was you. you were messaging his friend incessantly. the content of the messages had caught his attention, making him stop on his tracks and just. stare. you were wearing a cute set. adorable, really. he knew seungkwan liked adorable things, but the contrast here was laughable. you did not look adorable. you looked a way that had vernon biting his lip, feeling guilt at the way he was looking at his friend's pretty girlfriend. but he just couldn't stop looking.

with vernon's lack of awareness of his surroundings (the music playing in his ears did not help), it was only a matter of time until his friend returned and wondered where his phone had gone. seungkwan walked towards his friend, spotting his phone in his hands, planning to ask for it back since he needed to call you to let you know he'd be heading home in a bit. something stopped him though. as he walked in vernon's direction he noticed a strange look on his friend's face. his usually unfazed friend seemed to be .. fazed by what he was looking at. this peaked seungkwan's interest, seeing as that was his phone he was looking at. he never would've predicted what he'd find as soon as he reached his unsuspecting friend and peeked a look at the screen.

"W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY PHONE?!", okay, yelling maybe wasnt the best idea, but seungkwan was seungkwan, which meant the dramatics were necessary.

vernon spluttered, remembering where he was, who he was, who he was with, the newfound weight inside his pants, and looked up at his friend with widened eyes.

"i-shit. kwan, i-"

"y-you're sick! don't look at her like that! you degenerate!", with this, he snatched the phone and marched away, muttering something about 'never pick up my phone again!'

vernon sat there, heavy breathing at the scene he bad just been a part of, now with a new view of you in his mind. seungkwan would get over this in a few hours, but vernon would remember what he saw under your clothes for a long time.

vernon -

vernon had no concept of paying attention to his surroundings. anyone could attest to this. the amount of times people tried to call his attention while he was listening to music or was simply just in his own world were endless. breaking him out of whichever trance he was under during these instances proved to be difficult at times.

today was one of those times. vernon was in his own world once again, listening to music on his phone while he stared off into the scenery while he and his members recorded yet another season of in the soop. many members walked by him, bidding their greetings to him but none succeeding at receiving a response.

joshua eventually came across him as he walked by the river, spotting his friend as he sat on a bench, staring at the view in front of him. he knew he wouldn't pay him any mind, so he decided to sit next to him and join him in enjoying the serenity of the scene. they acknowledged each other with a hum, with joshua not wanting to interrupt vernon's peace. they sat in silence for a few minutes until joshua grew bored and picked up vernon's phone, which was sitting between the both. vernon either did not notice or did not mind joshua's meddling with his phone. this was usual among the members anyways; grabbing each other's things without much of a bother.

he fiddled with vernon's phone for a while as his friend kept staring blankly into the river, listening to his music. he checked instagram, weverse, and even twitter before he lost interest. he was about to text dokyeom from vernon's phone, asking him to come hang out, when he noticed that vernon had left one of his conversations open. the one with you.

now, joshua was not a nosy person. quite the opposite actually. but as he stared at the opened text messages, he couldnt help but read what was on screen.

from: vernon

baby ... miss u so fucking much :(

from: baby 🤕

should've taken me with u to the woods then 😡

from: vernon

wouldve stolen u away if i could

miss holding u

from: baby 🤕

anything else u miss nonnie ?

from: vernon

baby ... dont do this rn .. im in the middle of the woods surrounded by staff all week ..

from: baby 🤕

oh so u dont wanna see this ? :c

*image attachment*

from: vernon

fuck

baby ..

ur so fucking pretty

please

ill call u tonight i promise

wear that tonight please

thats when the message thread had ended; on an agreement between you and vernon to have phone sex that night, joshua assumed. he was glad to have skipped out on sharing rooms with vernon this time around. he completely dismissed the images he saw, not wanting to open that can of worms. the thought still didnt prevent him from blatantly staring at them, however. he might've stared too loudly, since his lack of movement suddenly alerted vernon of what exactly joshua was looking at on his phone.

"d-dude what the hell?!", he snatched the phone away, turning off his music in the process, "is that what you've been doing this whole time?!"

"i- it was open, man. sorry."

"get your own girlfriend!", exasperated, vernon got up and began to walk away, only to hear joshua call out one last time to him.

"have fun tonight, hansol!", god knew joshua wished he could say the same for himself.

chan -

seungcheol pretty much had free reign around his younger members. they'd sometimes tease and bully him, but he knew that with one quick look from him they'd all back off, intimidated by his hard demeanor. if he gave an order, it pretty much went followed without much complaint. fortunately for the rest of the members, seungcheol was a reasonable man, not using this power unless absolutely necessary.

today chan had decided to go live. it had been a while and he wanted to interact with carats one-on-one. he hadnt predicted however, that his eldest brother would arrive, using an iron fist to demand to be featured on the live, claiming he was bored in his hotel room and had planned on going live too until chan rushed to do it first. now he found himself sitting next to seungcheol in his hotel room, facing the camera as they read comments. in the meantime, chan's own phone, located on the table, would not stop vibrating, occasionally disrupting seungcheol mid speech. had be been alone, he wouldve simply ignored it and waited for the live to be over, but sadly that was not the case.

"guys, please don't call us while we're on live. it's scary!", the elder whined lightheartedly, assuming the vibrations were due to yet another fan figuring out their numbers and calling mid live.

"oh, it's not- uh, it must be staff," replied chan, having taken a peek at the notifications, knowing they were from you.

"oh. let me see," he snatched the phone before chan could say anything, knowing any sudden moves from him were being watched on live for millions of fans.

he watched his friend swipe up, meddling in his phone. he tried to stop him in the subtlest way he could, making a joke of seungcheol being nosy, but was only met by his dismissal as he laughed at chan's protests.

it all remained lighthearted until seungcheol opened the notifications. his smile dropped at seeing your messages, swallowing as his breath caught in his throat. he quickly recovered, putting a smile back on his face, remembering he was on live. but his eyes wouldnt leave the screen. it wasnt until a few seconds later that he began to try and salvage the situation.

"oh guys, it's uh, it's staff. theyre saying we should end it now. we have something to do," before chan could really say a proper goodbye, seungcheol bid his farewell and tapped the 'end' button on screen.

chan hadn't known what to say at knowing his leader had seen what he could only assume to be a very naked you while on stream. seungcheol didn't seem to either.

for the first time in his life, seungcheol felt fear at receiving a scolding from his youngest member, sensing the frustration radiating from beside him.

a/n: thank u to anyone who read and liked this tiny lil series of reactions <3

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