#so I sprinted to my laptop to write it down

[maybe-not-someone]

Heathers but the humans are actually birds, so they are called Feathers

[luna-azzurra]

5 Ways to Actually Get Writing Done Without Selling Your Soul (or Crying into Your Keyboard… Again)

» Set Specific Goals

Sitting down with the vague idea of “I’m gonna write something” is a trap. It’s like walking into a grocery store without a list—you’ll leave with five snacks, zero dinner, and a sense of moral failure. Set a goal. A real one. Like...

“I’m going to write 500 words.”

“I’m going to finally fix that scene where my MC argues like a confused raccoon.”

“I will name the horse in chapter 3 and stop calling it ‘Equine Placeholder.’”

Specific = focus. And when your brain knows the mission, it’s much less likely to yeet you into Instagram for 45 minutes.

» Make Your Writing Cave Cozy (But Not Too Cozy, You’re Still Supposed to Be Working)

You don’t need a Pinterest-worthy office to write, you just need a space where your brain doesn’t go, “Ah yes, this is where we rot.” That means:

Get rid of the chaos pile on your desk.

Turn off your phone notifications (no, you do not need to reply to that meme right now).

Put on music if it helps—lo-fi beats, rain sounds, dungeon ambiance, whatever makes your creative brain purr.

And listen, if your writing setup is literally “half my bed, one sad candle, and a playlist titled ‘angst in the moonlight’”—same. Make it work.

» Trick Yourself Into a Routine (Because Discipline is a Scam and We're Just Goblins With Deadlines)

Look, “routine” sounds boring and adult, but hear me out: it doesn’t have to be rigid. You don’t need to write at 5am with green juice in hand like a productivity cultist. You just need consistency.

Write after you brush your teeth.

Write before bed with your laptop balancing on your stomach like a raccoon with a diary.

Write for ten minutes during lunch, just to prove to yourself you’re still a writer.

The goal is to make writing so normal, your brain goes, “Oh, this again. I guess we’re doing this.” Momentum is magic.

» Use Productivity Hacks (Or: Outsmart Your Own Gremlin Brain)

Your brain? It’s crafty. It will try to distract you with snacks, existential dread, and seventeen Wikipedia tabs. So: outwit it.

Try the Pomodoro Technique:

25 minutes of writing.

5 minutes of pretending to stretch but actually scrolling.

Repeat until your story is slightly less of a hot mess.

Or time block. Or sprint with a friend. Or lie to yourself and say you’ll just write for five minutes—then trick yourself into staying because now you’re in the zone and your villain is being so deliciously cruel.

Whatever works. Bribe your brain. No shame here.

» Stop Editing Mid-Damn-Sentence

Nothing kills momentum faster than rewriting the same paragraph eleven times before moving on. This is your permission slip to write badly. Like, aggressively mediocre. Like, "this dialogue sounds like a soap opera performed by raccoons" badly. Because you can’t fix what you didn’t write. First drafts are for getting the clay on the table. You’ll sculpt it later. Probably while crying and muttering “why did I make this character so emotionally repressed.”

[cbeargyu]

WISHES COME TRUE

SUMMARY: you’ve always been the quiet, bookish type — hidden behind oversized sweaters and your secret smut blog. yeonjun, the golden boy of the dance department, was supposed to be just a harmless crush... until a steamy story accidentally lands in his hands. now, your fantasies are no longer just fiction.

PAIRING: soft dom!yeonjun x fem!reader

GENRE: slow burn, smutty tension, university!au, angst, fluff, eventual nsfw (suggestive)

WARNINGS: suggestive themes, language, emotional tension, power dynamics, accidental exposure of private writing, crying, emotional vulnerability, soft dominance, yeonjun being too hot to handle, loss of virginity, unprotected sex.

WC: 4,8k

NOTES: i wish yeonjun would make my fantasies come true too...😞

you were a literature major at university—one of those girls who always seemed quiet, thoughtful, always with a book tucked under her arm or a notebook filled with scribbled ideas. you had chosen literature because, for as long as you could remember, stories had been your whole world. fairy tales, classic novels, poetry, fanfiction—especially fanfiction.

it had started innocently enough in your early teens: writing about your favorite movie characters falling in love. but as you got older, so did your stories. they evolved—bolder, darker, more explicit. the kind of scenes that made your cheeks flush even though you were the one writing them. you never said it out loud, of course. no one would ever imagine it of you.

you were the quiet girl in class, after all. the one with oversized sweaters, round glasses slipping down your nose, a soft voice, and a shy smile that made people underestimate you. but at night, in the glow of your laptop screen, you were someone else. your blog had grown into something much bigger than you'd anticipated. a loyal following of readers eagerly awaited your weekly updates, devouring every steamy, forbidden chapter you posted—always right on schedule, even with your hectic academic life.

and then there was choi yeonjun.

he was in the contemporary dance program—effortlessly popular, magnetic in every sense. tall, with dark hair that curled slightly when he sweat after practice, his ears lined with silver piercings, his eyes sharp but kind. he had a way of walking into a room and drawing attention without even trying.

you’d met him in a way that was both perfectly ordinary and somehow surreal. he’d started showing up at your department’s literature fairs. it surprised you the first time—someone like him, flipping through romance novels with genuine interest, not just killing time. but there he was, every time, stopping by the table you were in charge of, smiling that easy, sunlit smile that made your stomach twist in quiet panic.

“any recommendations today?” he’d ask casually, leaning over the table just close enough to make you forget how to breathe.

you tried to keep your voice steady. “uh—if you like slow burn… this one’s pretty good.”

he grinned. “you always know the good ones. you read a lot, huh?”

you’d just nod, cheeks warm, heart sprinting. he didn’t know. god, he couldn’t know.

your conversations never lasted long, but they left you dizzy every time. he’d wave at you in the halls with that same bright energy, calling your name like you were already friends. you weren’t, not really. but you liked pretending.

and when you were alone, writing late into the night, your mind would wander. you’d think about him—his hands, his voice, that little smirk when he caught you staring too long.

you knew exactly what kind of character he’d be in one of your stories. and you had plenty of ideas.

it all started when yeonjun announced that he was planning a showcase for the contemporary dance department—an open performance where students could display their personal choreographies. he needed help designing the pamphlets that would be handed out to the audience, and for some reason, you were the first person he thought of.

“you made those posters for the lit fair, right?” he asked one afternoon, catching you off guard in the hallway. his voice was casual, but his smile was bright, genuine. “i really liked the way you put them together. they had this… soft, poetic vibe. it matched the theme perfectly.”

you blinked up at him, heart stuttering. he remembered that? “i– yeah! i did,” you mumbled, trying to keep the surprise out of your voice. “i’d love to help.”

he grinned, like it was no big deal. “awesome. can i get your number? i’ll text you the details.”

you handed him your phone before you could overthink it. and when he tapped in his contact info, you felt a strange flutter in your chest. he told you he’d need it by next wednesday. today was friday—plenty of time.

saturday came, and as usual, it was supposed to be your sacred writing day. the day you sat down with your laptop and your coffee and let your imagination spill into a new chapter for your loyal readers. but today... you couldn’t focus. yeonjun’s face kept flashing behind your eyes. his voice, the way he smiled, the soft dip of his collarbone when he leaned in closer than he needed to.

so, instead of working on your usual story, you opened a new document. just a little spin-off, you told yourself. a character named yejun, inspired by him, paired with your unnamed female lead. it didn’t mean anything. it was just for fun.

your fingers moved quickly over the keys, each word making your face burn a little hotter. you described him in detail—his body, his voice, the way he would whisper dirty things between soft kisses. it escalated fast. soon, the bed sheets were tangled, the clothes gone, and “yejun” was doing things to the protagonist that made your thighs clench under the desk.

you bit your lip, trying to suppress the heat pooling low in your stomach. your skin was flushed, breath a little too fast. god, it was just a story. just fiction.

but every line felt real.

too real.

when you finally finished, you closed the file with shaky fingers and stared at the screen, guilt washing over you like cold water. you’d just written a full-blown smut piece about your classmate. someone you knew. someone who’d smiled at you in the hallway just days ago.

he’s never going to know, you told yourself, shutting the thought down. your blog was anonymous. your secret was safe.

you shifted gears, finally starting your actual chapter for the week. when it was done and posted, the familiar flood of comments poured in. the joy from your readers was like a warm blanket, grounding you again. they loved it, as always. you loved them. they were the reason you kept writing.

by the time sunday night rolled around, the guilt had faded into the background, replaced by the sudden panic of realization—you still hadn’t started yeonjun’s pamphlet. you checked your phone. a new story on his profile. something about drinks with friends. he was still out, probably.

you rushed to open your design program, pulling up the notes you’d made. soft color palettes, modern typography, minimalistic but expressive—something that reflected the rhythm and movement of contemporary dance. you made one version. then another. kept tweaking the alignment, changing fonts, shifting images.

finally, at 2:34 a.m., you saved both files. sleepy, but satisfied. you dragged the two pdfs into your chat with him, barely thinking. you typed out the message:

“hi yeonjun! i made two versions, choose whichever you like best :)”

and hit send.

except… you hadn’t just selected the two designs.

your stomach dropped as you saw the third file still hanging in the message bubble. the one labeled: “yejun_x_fmc_draft01.docx”

it sent.

you stared at the message for a second, read it over just to make sure it sounded polite enough, and then closed the chat. satisfied, you shut your laptop, stretched your sore arms above your head, and let out a sleepy sigh. it was late. too late. your body ached from sitting in one spot too long, your eyes heavy. slipping under your blanket, you let your head hit the pillow, completely unaware of the very wrong file you’d just sent to yeonjun.

you fell asleep thinking about fonts and color palettes—clueless to the chaos waiting in your inbox.

yeonjun had been scrolling through his phone lazily that night, the apartment quiet except for the occasional hum of cars outside. it was past two in the morning, and most of his friends were either out partying or already passed out drunk. he, on the other hand, was comfortably sprawled out on his bed, hoodie thrown somewhere on the floor, phone in hand and thumbs working through unread messages. when your name popped up with a new chat, he blinked sleepily, expecting a simple "here are the flyers" type of thing.

maybe a couple of PDFs, a casual "let me know which one you like better." he smiled a little to himself. you were cute, in that quiet, bookish way. sweet. unassuming. kind of awkward, but endearing.

he tapped on the files without thinking.

the first opened fine—bright colors, clean design, silhouettes of dancers mid-pose, your signature soft aesthetic all over it. he liked it. clean, expressive. you were talented.

he clicked the second, expecting more of the same.

but then he saw… text. not a flyer. a story. his brow furrowed as he scrolled further. the format was familiar. narrative, dialogue. descriptive paragraphs. curiosity sparked, and his eyes began to scan the words.

“yejun’s fingers traced slow, burning lines down the curve of her waist, his voice low and thick in her ear. ‘you’re so quiet during the day,’ he murmured. ‘but in my bed? you’re a fucking mess.’”

his heart stopped.

his mouth went dry.

at first, he thought it was just a coincidence. a character named "yejun"—close, but not quite. but as he kept reading, the illusion crumbled. the description was too specific. too detailed. tall, black hair, piercings decorating both ears, cocky smile, flirty attitude, reads romance novels like a secret guilty pleasure—fuck, it was him. it was him on those pages. and you? the girl in the story? that was clearly you. no question.

his stomach twisted into knots.

his brain screamed that this was wrong, that he should stop reading, that this was invasive and inappropriate and god, disgusting. this was a violation of boundaries, wasn’t it? some kind of parasocial delusion—was this how you saw him?

but his eyes wouldn’t stop.

line after line, paragraph after paragraph, you painted a vivid, searing image of the two of you tangled in sheets, dripping with heat and tension. “yejun” had you beneath him, fingers curled into your thighs, lips murmuring filth against your throat while you begged for more. he could hear your voice in the words—he could see the way you might look, squirming beneath him, wide eyes glassy and pleading.

his hand gripped the phone tighter. he didn’t notice how his breath had gotten shallow. he didn’t notice how hard he’d gotten, straining against the loose fabric of his pants.

“she moaned when he spread her open, kissed the inside of her thighs like she was something sacred. ‘i wanna ruin you,’ he growled. ‘wanna fuck you so deep you forget your own damn name.’”

he hissed through his teeth, biting down on the inside of his cheek. fuck. fuck. fuck.

he shouldn’t be aroused by this. this was someone else’s fantasy. someone he barely knew. someone who wore glasses too big for her face and oversized cardigans and always tucked her hair behind her ears when she got nervous. someone shy and innocent and sweet.

except—no. apparently not. not so innocent.

his cock throbbed against the inside of his waistband. his face was flushed deep red, part shock, part guilt, part something far more primal. and still, he couldn’t look away.

you thought about him like that.

you imagined him taking you apart, fucking you senseless, making you cry with pleasure.

and now… he couldn’t stop picturing it either.

you didn’t realize a thing.

monday came and went, and you went about your routine like always—classes, notes, reading during lunch, replying to your blog comments in quiet corners of the library. the only thing different was that yeonjun hadn’t replied to your message. not even a “thanks.” he’d left you on read. that was unusual for him.

you saw him in the cafeteria once—just once. he was walking with some friends, laughing at something, tray in hand. you smiled instinctively, raising your hand in a little wave like you always did.

but he didn’t wave back.

he didn’t even look at you.

he walked right past, as if you weren’t even there.

you froze, hand mid-air, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. something was wrong. you could feel it in your gut.

and yet… you said nothing. you told yourself maybe he was just busy. maybe you were reading too much into it. but your heart ached anyway.

by wednesday, you couldn’t take it anymore.

you saw him sitting alone inside the dance studio, stretching, sweat-dampened hair clinging to his forehead. the doors were unlocked. you hesitated only a moment before stepping inside, chest tight, hands balled into anxious fists.

"yeonjun," you called softly, walking toward him.

he looked up, his face unreadable.

your heart dropped.

no warmth. no smile. no teasing glint in his eyes.

"why have you been ignoring me?" your voice cracked, but you kept going. "if you only needed the pamphlet, you could’ve just said so. you didn’t have to pretend like you liked talking to me."

he didn’t answer at first.

he stood up slowly, towering over you, and for the first time you felt… small.

not just in height. in everything.

he pulled his phone from his pocket.

"what's wrong with me?" he echoed, voice low. "shouldn’t i be asking you that?"

you blinked in confusion, taking a step back. “w-what are you talking about?”

he held the phone up to you.

and there it was.

your story.

the wrong file.

your face went completely cold.

your mouth opened, but no words came out. panic flooded you, head spinning, knees weak.

"this character,” he said calmly, almost cruelly. “it's me, isn’t it? same build. same personality. even the name.”

his voice wasn't angry—no, it was too calm. too quiet. too dangerous. your eyes flicked to the screen he held in his hand, your own words staring back at you with damning clarity. you couldn’t lie, couldn’t explain this away as coincidence. it was him. everything from the raven hair to the pierced ears, to the soft but commanding energy—the character had always been him.

"i... i can explain," you stammered, your voice barely a whisper, raw from emotion. "i didn’t mean for you to read it. it was a mistake, i—"

"it was meant to be private?" he cut in, taking another step toward you. "so private that you decided to send it directly to me?"

you flinched, your body screaming for you to run but your legs rooted to the floor. tears prickled your eyes, shame wrapping around your throat like a chokehold. your fingers curled into fists at your sides, not in anger, but in a desperate attempt to hold yourself together.

"i didn’t know i sent it. please, yeonjun, i didn’t want you to see that. i never would've wanted you to think—"

he stared down at you, his gaze dark. dangerous.

“you pretend to be so sweet. so quiet. like some shy little bookworm,” he murmured. “but you write about me like i’m your personal sex toy. like you wanna use me. ride me. make me beg.”

you whimpered, barely able to breathe, your eyes wide with horror.

you wanted to die.

you wanted to disappear.

his fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. his thumb grazed your bottom lip.

but then his eyes darkened, jaw tightening, and he leaned in slightly. "the problem is," he said, voice low, "i can’t stop thinking about what you wrote. how detailed it was. how vividly you described it—me."

your breath caught. "yeonjun..."

"you wrote that you wanted me to hold you down," he whispered, his gaze dropping to your lips. "that you wanted to ride me until you couldn’t walk straight. that you dreamed of me moaning your name while you begged for more. and all that... from the quiet girl who blushes when someone says 'kiss' in class?"

your knees nearly gave out. your skin burned with humiliation and something else—something terrifyingly warm spreading low in your belly. you shook your head again, but there were no words left to give him. no excuses. you were caught. exposed. and he was standing there, looking at you like he was reading every single fantasy straight from your soul.

“you’re disgusting,” he said, voice low and rough.

your eyes welled with tears.

but then he leaned closer, and his breath ghosted over your cheek. his voice dropped even lower, thick with something dangerous.

“but the worst part?” he smirked. “the more i think about it, the more i want to make it real." he murmured. 

you gasped, a whimper escaping your lips before you could stop it. it was wrong. it was insane. and yet... the tension between you crackled like a live wire.

"yeonjun, i..." your voice trembled.

"you don’t have to say anything," he said quietly, his thumb brushing away a tear on your cheek. "but if you really meant what you wrote... i will make your first time unforgettable, better than your story, better than many stories, i will fuck you as hard as you ask."

your heartbeat stuttered. your mind screamed for you to step away—but your body leaned into him, trembling from something far deeper than fear.

“so this is what you think about when you see me?” his voice is low, controlled, almost amused. but there’s something dark swimming beneath it. something hungry.

you’re frozen in front of him, face hot and eyes watery with humiliation. your vision blurs as the tears start spilling over your cheeks.

“fuck,” he mutters, stepping closer, eyes flicking over your trembling frame. “you’re crying.”

you nod, too ashamed to meet his gaze.

“you’re embarrassed?”

another nod.

and then he laughs. it’s not cruel—no, it’s worse. it’s knowing. it's the sound of someone who's seen through every layer you tried to hide.

you whimper, thighs squeezing together at his words. that ache between your legs intensifies, shame curling up with desire in your belly like a knot pulling tighter and tighter.

he’s in front of you now, towering over you, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek—thumb brushing away a tear, so gently it makes your breath catch.

“and this part—” he whispers, pulling his phone from his pocket. “this part right here... where you wrote that he ‘pinned her against the mirror and kissed her until she forgot her own name, one hand gripping her thigh, the other buried in her hair, making her moan before he even touched her pussy.’”

you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to block it all out.

“open your eyes.”

you do.

he leans in, lips ghosting over your ear.

“do you want me to do that to you?”

you pause. swallow hard. your silence is answer enough.

he chuckles again. “fuck, you’re cute when you pretend to be innocent. but now i know what’s under that little act. now i know what kind of slut you really are.”

your knees weaken. your panties are soaked.

“take it off,” he murmured.

your throat went dry. “w-what?”

he stepped closer, towering over you. the scent of his cologne and sweat from practice clung to him, heavy and dizzying.

“don’t make me repeat myself.” his voice dropped, gravelly. “hoodie. now.”

you hesitated, fingers curling at the hem.

your body moved before your brain could catch up. trembling fingers pulled your hoodie over your head, revealing your bare chest underneath—no bra, just skin, soft and warm and exposed to him.

“fuck, no bra? you were walking around like this, waiting for me to notice?”

he growled. actually growled.

“you walked in here looking like this…” his eyes roamed again, hungry. “thinking i wouldn’t notice the way your nipples get hard through your hoodie?

your stomach twisted, heat rushing between your legs.

“you act so innocent, baby, but that little mind of yours?” he leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “filthy.”

your cheeks burned. your thighs squeezed together.

“take off the pants too, those fucking pants hiding the slut you really are” he added, voice darker now.

you obeyed slowly, pushing down the waistband of your sweatpants, revealing your thin white panties already soaked through. the air hit your thighs and you shivered—whether from the cold or the anticipation, you weren’t sure.

yeonjun sat down on the bench behind him, legs spread wide, cock hard and pressing visibly against his sweats.

“come here.”

you stepped between his legs, every nerve in your body lit on fire.

his hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer until your soaked panties brushed against the bulge in his pants. he hissed at the contact.

“you’re wet already?” he whispered, almost mocking. “just from me talking to you like this?”

you nodded, lips parted in a silent gasp as he rubbed his nose along the curve of your breast, not kissing—just inhaling you. savoring.

“you know what’s crazy?” he murmured. “i remember every single thing you wrote. every moan, every word you gave that version of me… and now i wanna hear them come out of your mouth.”

his hand slid under the band of your panties, fingers slipping between your folds.

“fuck—so wet for me. untouched, huh? this little cunt’s never been filled?”

you whimpered, nodding, nails digging into his shoulders.

“good,” he groaned, pulling your panties down your legs. “i wanna be the only one who gets to ruin this pussy.”

he hooked your thighs over his, adjusting your body until you were hovering over his clothed cock, dripping against the fabric.

“say it,” he ordered.

“say what?”

his eyes locked with yours, deadly calm.

“tell me you want to sit on it.”

your chest rose and fell fast, lips trembling. “i… i want to ride you.”

“that’s not what i said, baby.”

you swallowed. heat flooded your cheeks, but your hips instinctively rolled against him.

“i want to sit on your cock,” you breathed, voice shaky. “please, let me ride you”

his head tilted slightly, lips curling into a smirk as he pulled his sweats down, cock springing free. thick. veined. already leaking.

“then prove it,” he rasped.

you didn’t even hesitate. you gripped his shoulders and lined yourself up, your slick dripping down the tip. his hands gripped your hips, steadying you.

“this might hurt, baby,” he whispers, brushing his lips against yours, “but i’ll be gentle. i’ll make it feel so fucking good you’ll beg me never to stop.”

he pushes in slowly, his cock splitting you open inch by inch. you gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders. he’s big—so much bigger than you imagined—and your body clenches tight around him.

“that’s it, princess. take it. let me feel that pretty little virgin pussy.”

you whimper, burying your face in his neck as he bottoms out, letting you adjust. he doesn’t move right away—just holds you, one hand cradling your back, the other gripping your thigh.

“you’re doing so good for me. so fucking tight.”

he let you sink down inch by inch, until you were fully seated on him, legs shaking. your head fell onto his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut.

he starts to move, slow at first, dragging you up and down on his cock with gentle rolls of his hips. you gasp again, tears springing to your eyes from the overwhelming stretch and pleasure.

“slow, baby,” he murmured, voice suddenly softer—but his eyes still burned with control. “i’ll go slow. i’ll stretch you out nice and easy, okay?”

you nodded, barely breathing.

“fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned. “so fucking perfect. this little pussy was made for me.”

you moaned totally lost in desire, little by little the pain disappeared and turned into pleasure.

“you’re doing so good for me,” he whispered against your neck, kissing you there. “being such a good girl while i ruin your first time.”

you whimpered, rocking your hips slowly, gasping at the overwhelming fullness. he filled every part of you—stretching, claiming, owning.

“don’t stop,” you breathed. “please, don’t stop.”

“fuck, you’re even better than i imagined. so warm. so wet. so fucking mine.”

his hands slid up your back, gripping your hair, pulling your head back just enough for your eyes to meet.

“then ride me, baby. ride me like you fucking mean it.”

his grip on your hips tightens as you start to move—slow, uncertain rolls of your body at first, each one drawing a sharp inhale from you and a low, rumbling groan from him.

his cock feels impossibly thick inside you, the stretch dragging along every nerve ending. your thighs shake from the pressure, the burn, the pleasure that's building fast and overwhelming.

“that’s it, baby,” he breathes, eyes locked on your face as you try to ride him, “you’re doing so fucking good. taking me so well… fuck, this tight little pussy was starving for cock, huh?”

you cry out when he shifts his hips up, thrusting deeper. your walls clench around him, and the reaction makes his head fall back against the mirror, a hiss leaving his lips.

“fuck—don’t do that unless you wanna make me cum already.”

his hands slide from your waist to your ass, grabbing handfuls of soft skin as he starts to guide you himself—lifting you, lowering you, bouncing you gently on his cock. your hands fly to his shoulders for balance, mouth open in a silent moan as he hits a new spot inside you.

“right there, huh?” he growls, pulling your hips down harder. “you like that, baby? you like being stuffed full of your senior’s cock in the fucking practice room?”

you nod frantically, tears stinging the corners of your eyes, not from pain anymore—but from the pressure building deep in your core, the knot tightening fast.

“say it.”

“i love it,” you gasp, rolling your hips now with purpose. “i love your cock—fuck—it’s so deep, i can’t—”

“yes you can,” he grunts, meeting your movements with rougher thrusts now, fucking up into you while holding you down. “you will. be a good girl and take it.”

you sob, pleasure tearing through you, sharp and desperate. your nipples brush his chest, slick skin against skin, sweat dripping down your spine.

“you’re such a filthy little thing, aren’t you?” he pants, dragging his tongue along your collarbone, biting down just enough to leave a mark. “acting shy in front of the others, but here you are—riding me like a fucking whore.”

you moan loudly, the sound echoing in the studio, your voice bouncing off the mirrors, filling the space. his hand slips between your bodies, thumb pressing hard against your clit.

“don’t hold back, baby. cum on my cock. i wanna feel this pussy squeeze me while you fall apart.”

your eyes flutter shut, and your whole body tenses as his thumb moves in tight circles, the thick drag of his cock hitting all the right places.

then everything snaps.

your orgasm crashes into you like a wave, stealing the breath from your lungs. your moan breaks into a cry as your walls pulse around him, milking his cock, your thighs trembling uncontrollably.

“that’s it, baby—fuck, that’s it, just like that,” he growls, holding you tight as your cunt grips him, hot and wet and spasming. “so fucking good for me.”

his rhythm falters, his breaths sharp.

“you’re gonna make me cum—fuck—where do you want it?”

you barely manage to speak, drunk on the high.

“inside,” you whisper. “please, fill me up.”

his hips snap up one last time, deep and hard. he buries himself to the hilt, a strangled groan ripping from his throat as he spills inside you, hot and thick and endless.

you both go still—bodies pressed together, hearts racing. his arms wrap around your waist, holding you to him like he never wants to let go. your walls flutter around his softening cock, the mix of your release leaking down your thighs.

he kisses your shoulder, slow and soft now, grounding you.

“you okay, baby?” he murmurs against your skin.

you nod, voice weak. “yeah… i’ve never felt anything like that.”

he chuckles gently, kissing your jaw.

“can i—can i ride you at your place next time?” you pant, nails raking down his arms.

he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“you wanna sit on daddy’s cock at home, baby? ride me like a good little slut while i fuck your brains out?”

you nod frantically, eyes hazy with lust.

“please… dominate me. make me yours.”

his grin is wicked. his thrusts grow rougher. deeper. the sound of skin slapping fills the mirrored room.

“you are mine, baby. every fucking inch of you.”

you sat there, still straddling him, your thighs shaking against his hips, skin flushed and slick with sweat. your fingers dug into his chest, trying to steady your breath, but the heat between your legs pulsed with every heartbeat — a reminder of what had just happened. he looked up at you with that same wicked smile, the one you once only imagined while typing your dirtiest fantasies late at night. except now, it wasn’t fiction. it was real. your filthy little story had come to life, every word, every whimper, every shameless desire — all of it played out on the floor of the dance studio, with yeonjun underneath you, hard and breathless. he had read your mind… and fucked it into reality.

[i-dared-myself]

Affairs in Pastries

Bang Chan x reader

In which Chan goes through the trials of hormones.

Cw: Reader is pregnant. There are no vivid descriptions, nor is there vomiting, labour, or anything like that. Just fluffy Chan x pregnant wife who is struggling with hormones.

Chan is so very careful as he unlocks the door. Any noise could be a fatal mistake. There is no room for any rookie mistakes.

He closes the door behind him, holding his breath as it softly shuts. No sound is emitted as he locks it, and he could cry with relief.

He turns into the house, and his heart sinks. He sees you, hiding.

You think that you’re hiding, that is. Chan can see your swollen belly sticking out from the doorframe, where you’re lying in wait of him.

Chan gives up the act. He calls out, “Sweetheart, I’m home. How was your day?”

You waddle out into sight, arms crossed. Your face is streaked with tears and your bottom lip wobbles. “You- You came home late!”

“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” Chan hurried to say, rushing to envelop you in a hug. 

You push him away. “What’s your excuse, huh?”

“I forgot my phone and was nearly home when I realized I had to go back for it.” Chan gives you his biggest eyes of pleading. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m only ten minutes late.”

You sniffle. Something flickers behind your eyes.

Mercy?

“Is your phone more important than me?” you ask, shattering all his hopes. Your hormones must be really kicking your ass right now. “Y- You couldn’t even text me that you were going back for your phone?”

“I didn’t have my phone, so I couldn’t text you,” Chan gently says, not wanting to hurt your feelings but still sticking up for logic.

Wrong decision by how more tears spring up. 

“You think I’m stupid?” you sob out, turning to run out of the room. He can easily catch up with your baby-slowed pace. “I am stupid, aren’t I? I’m too stupid!”

“No, sweetheart,” Chan soothes, reaching out to cup your face. You let him touch you, which he takes as a good sign. “You’re smart and so intelligent. Why else would I have married you?”

You sniffle again. “R- Really?”

“Really.” Chan kisses your forehead, than the tip of your nose, than your lips. “You’re so smart. You knew I wouldn’t have time for lunch, so you packed me a couple snacks. Thank you, by the way.”

You nod, wiping your tears away. “I guess…”

“Now why don’t we eat some dinner?” Chan suggests, guiding you to the kitchen. “Are you hungry?”

He knows it’s a rhetorical question. You’re always hungry at this point. He’s just glad you haven’t eaten him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So I was thinking that at this point we could add-“ Changbin eagerly says, interrupted by Chan’s phone ringing. Usually when they’re working, they all turn their phones off, or silence them.

Your contact is the only one allowed to break through the do not disturb on Chan’s device. So Chan shoots Changbin an apologetic look as he plucks his phone off the desk.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Chan says as he answers. “Is everything okay? The baby’s fine? You’re alright?”

Your broken cries meet his ears, making him panic. “You- You- Do you want a divorce?”

“What? Of course not, sweetheart,” Chan replies, already grabbing his keys. Jisung catches onto the urgency and shuts the laptop. 

“B- But why did you betray me like this?” you hiss out before dissolving into a fit of ugly sobs.

Chan is sprinting down the halls, ignoring the elevator to go straight for the stairs. Jisung snd Changbin chase after him, clearly worried about you as well.

“Sweetheart, can you be more specific?” Chan keeps his voice level as he runs, a trick he learned from his years as an idol. 

“D- Does that mean you’ve been cheating on me?” you demand, utterly outraged.

Chan holds the phone away from his ear with a wince. “No- No I would never cheat on you!”

Jisung glances at Changbin. “Yikes, he’s screwed.”

“Y- You bastard!” you spit, voice angrier than he’s ever heard. Even more so when he used your mascara to write with. In his defence, there hadn’t been a pen nearby.

“Sweetheart, can you take a deep breath for me?” Chan requests as he gets into the car. Changbin is driving since Chan is on the phone with you. “Then tell me what I did, okay?”

He hears you inhale, blowing out the breath with a whimper at the end. 

“Y- You went to that bakery without me!” you finally say.

Chan’s blood runs cold. “How- How did you find out?”

“I saw Jeongin’s Instagram!” you furiously say. “He posted about a bakery he went to, and I saw you in the background! You fucking bastard! You knew I wanted to try it, and you went without me!”

“Sweetheart,” Chan begs. “Jeongin really wanted to go, and I’ll still go with you! We can still-“

“How would you feel if I just gave the baby to Hyunjin, huh? I just gave him our baby, and let him name it and raise it and- and-“

“That’s not the same thing!” Chan exclaims before stopping himself. He takes a calming breath. “I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

“Was it good?” you coldly ask.

“Sweetheart-“

“Was it good?” you snap, tone leaving no room for argument.

Chan licks at his lips nervously. “It- It melted in my mouth. I got a little pistachio tart with whipped cream.”

You start crying again. It breaks his heart to listen to.

“How is it?” Jisung whispers.

Chan shakes his head, a clear message of how terribly this is going. He might have to crash at the dorm with the others tonight, and not in your loving arms.

“Goodbye,” you harshly say, hanging up on him.

Chan leans back in his seat, closing his eyes. His hand on his phone goes limp.

“Should I turn the car around?” Changbin warily asks. “Or are we still going to her?”

“We’re still going,” Chan says. “But we have to make a stop first.”

Which is how he ends up walking into the house with dozens of dessert boxes hanging off his arms. Jisung and Changbin juggle containers of their own.

“Sweetheart!” Chan calls. “I got you something!”

You waddle into the room, fury alit in your expression. It all melts away when you see them.

“Aw,” you coo. “You’re so sweet, Chan! What did I do to deserve you?”

Jisung delicately places a box of cookies onto the counter. “You look good.”

You narrow your eyes. “You trying to get in my pants, you little shit?”

“No, ma’am,” Jisung immediately says, hiding behind Changbin.

“Then that’s so nice,” you say with a giggle.

Chan kisses you gently. “Do I smell dinner?”

You hum. “Yeah, I cooked for you. I ate already since you said you would be late, but I left you a plate in the microwave.”

Chan chuckles and spins you around so he can hug you from behind. He rests his chin in your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. “Thank you, sweetheart. And I’m sorry for cheating on you.”

“I’ll forgive you.” You waddle over to the desserts and pastries, clapping excitedly. “Oh, they look so good! Thank you, Chan.”

“We’ll get going,” Changbin says, grabbing Jisung’s arm. “It was great to see you again. And-“

You sniffle. “You’re not staying?”

Chan narrows his eyes at them from out of your line of sight. He drags his thumb across his throat in an obvious threat.

“Of course!” Changbin brightly says, forcing a smile.

Chan kisses you again before going to heat up his dinner. You chatter happily to your guests as he rejoins the group, fondly staring at his wife.

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[romanceclubofficial]

In the May update, one of the most profound and emotionally rich stories of Romance Club came to its conclusion. Dracula: A Love Story led us through fear and awe, choices and doubts, sacrifices and trembling confessions. Today, we’ll take a peek behind the scenes and speak with the person who breathed life into this dark, passionate, and beautiful world.

Facts from Veronica, the writer of Dracula: A Love Story:

The finale was written in three cities alternatingly: Istanbul, Rome, and Chișinău. It happened unintentionally, but each of these cities is built on seven hills and played a symbolic role in the fate of the historical Dracula. My arrival in Istanbul coincided with a 6.2 magnitude earthquake, which resonates strongly with the plot. And my stay in the Vatican coincided with the death of the Pope, the Conclave, and the appointment of a new one—also symbolic, though in a different sense. Of course, these are just coincidences, but maybe don’t invite me over for now.

Instead of two final episodes, we had to write four to fit everything in. The total number of lines in the finale surpassed 10,000, while a standard episode is usually no more than 1,500 lines. My laptop keys gave out and flew off, and I had to finish writing on an old keyboard I dug out of storage, which I didn’t even have time to wipe down. It stayed perfectly on theme for Dracula—with its cobwebs and ghostly creaking.

The hardest part was triple the volume within the same deadlines, plus the realization that the finale wraps everything up: there would be no chance to go back, clarify something, or add anything. It was like sprinting a marathon.

Thankfully, just like Councilor Septentrion, I had a wonderful assistant, Anna. She joined the Dracula: A Love Story team in autumn 2024, taking on a portion of the detailed scene writing and technical aspects—codes, spreadsheets, art coordination, which allowed me to focus on the creative and strategic side of the novel. We’ve never met in person, but we clicked quickly, and by the time we reached the finale, the story had a reliable second pilot who understood me with half a word, and so the flight landed safely. Anna also loves cats, and she’s a deeply sensitive author and human being, which was the main reason I chose her for the role of my assistant (the sensitivity, not the cats—although...).

Once the text was submitted, the tech team, editors, translators, artists, and the composer began their titanic work on the finale... Everyone cared deeply and gave it their all and a little bit more, and I’m incredibly grateful to each of them.

This story’s path was long and far from straight, but I’m glad it all turned out exactly as it did. A year or two ago, I wouldn’t have been able to write the finale I created now. It took inner growth. Perhaps some readers won’t see anything particularly special in it, because the definition of special is different for everyone. But to me, this finale is exactly what it needed to be. I am endlessly grateful to everyone who helped make it happen: to the Romance Club management for their trust and support during the hardest times. To the team, for their efforts and constant creativity. And, of course, to the readers, for your patience, your loyalty to the story despite the pauses, for all your love and the light you’ve given in return.

[sleepychenle]

wc: 652. genre: fluff. tags: roomate!chenle, he is a menance but also a sulky guy. ft jaemin and hyuck. requested. [a/n]: my first request :,) this was fun to write hehe. i hope you like it!! masterlist

it all started with the simplest and most random things. “what are you doing?” you jump as you feel chenle, your roomate, resting his chin on your shoulder. but you try not to appear startled. as you shrug, his weight is still there. you turn to face him. why is he so close? “just… doing homework” you try to brush off his proximity and switch back your focus to your laptop.

he lifts his head, replacing his chin for his hands, massaging your back softly. “let me know if you need help” he says casually. “we are majoring completely different things though…” you chuckle at his nonsense. “still, ask me. i’m sure i can investigate about it and try to solve it” and just like that, he left you stunned in the living room. when did he start to be so considerate? … jaemin chuckles as chenle sneakily starts placing his own strawberries on your plate. you suddenly look down while he’s at it “are you trying to steal my strawberries?” you ask. he freezes, spoon hovering midair and his mouth slightly parted. “he was actually giving you his” jaemin smirks as he gives him a knowing look. “aw you’re so sweet, thank you” you look at him with a warm smile. “uh… y-yeah, no problem” he mutters scratching the back of his neck while his eyes dart away. … “what was all that?” you ask him as you walk to your shared apartment. “what was what?” he says acting clueless, but his sulky demeanor gives him away. “i dont know, maybe the way you tried to so subtly separate me from hyuck before?” “oh, that…” he takes a deep breath and continues “i just thought he was getting a bit too touchy” he tries to sound nonchalant. “why do you care though?” “just… can you not do it in front of me? or not at all” he mumbles the last part, pouting slightly and hoping you won’t catch it. … but as time went on, it became more obvious— more annoying. you were running late, your stuff everywhere. “chenle have you seen my blush?” he lifts his head to look how you sprint to the bathroom. he gets up from the couch to help you find it. weird. even if he knew where it was, he would normally just let you find it by yourself, enjoying the sight of you stressed. but surprisingly, not today. “you mean this one?” he says holding it in his hand for you to see. you peek your head out of the bathroom to check. “yes! that one, thank you so much” you say running back to him. “you know, a ‘thank you’ is not really enough” he cooes with that evil smirk you know so well and you sigh. of course he would be like that. “i don’t have time for this, just give me it” you jump, trying to grab it but he’s holding it out of your reach. somehow, in one of your landings you slip and that makes you lose balance. he is quick to hold you by your waist, preventing you from falling. but again, you end up being too close to him. “careful there, y/n” he squeezes your sides before letting go. a beautiful pink hue now starting to rise in your cheeks. “there, you dont need it anymore” he smiles innocently. … so you finally decided to ask him. “chenle, what’s going on with you?” you say serious, wanting to know why had he been acting weird this whole time. “okay fine! i like you” “oh, i thought you were just trying to find innovating ways to annoy me” he gives you a deadpan look. “i take it back” you laugh but he is already leaving. “wait! let me tell you that i do too at least!” you yell as you run after him.

[luvsupa]

a/n: writing this bc uni just started for me and I hope this happens to me in class </3 (minus the embarrassing part)

choso sat in the back of the lecture hall, his oversized headphones blasting music so loud you could hear the faint beat, despite being seated right next to him. you tried to focus on the professor up front, but the heavy metal practically vibrated through your brain. with a huff, you paused your typing, your long acrylic nails hovering above the keys, and turned to look at him—now admiring his looks.

his head bobbed along with the music, thick fingers scribbling notes on his large ipad. his hands were adorned with chrome heart rings, matching perfectly with his facial piercings, and every time you saw him, he had on new jewelry that just made him… more attractive. this time, instead of his usual two buns, his hair was down, cascading past his shoulders. god, he looked good like that. you really wanted to tell him to keep his hair down more often, but just being near him made your heart race too fast to even speak.

he was all dressed in black, chunky doc martens completing his look, and you hadn’t realized how long you’d been staring at him until he paused his music, sliding one side of his headphones off to look at you. your heart stopped.

“is my music too loud?” he asked softly, his voice catching you completely off guard. it was… sweet? you blinked, your laptop screen dimming as it fell asleep, just like your focus.

“just a bit,” you mumbled, watching as he grabbed his phone, sliding down the volume with a smile that made your body melt.

“i like you…” the words slipped out before you could stop them.

choso froze, one hand halfway to his headphones, looking at you like you’d just confessed. which… you basically did.

“i-i mean, i like your outfit!” you squeaked, heat flooding your body as your hands became sweaty as you mentally slapped yourself. choso just stared, eyebrows raised.

“n-not that i wouldn’t like you!” you scrambled to explain, your voice lowering to avoid the stares from the people sitting nearby. “i-it just slipped out, i swear!”

choso’s lips twitched, his amusement barely contained as he fully took off his headphones, leaning in slightly as if to hear you better. why not tease her, he thinks

“ohh, i see. so, you wouldn’t like me, huh? that’s a little harsh.” his voice took on a mock-hurt tone, but the teasing glint in his eyes was undeniable.

you gasped, totally falling for it. “no! i didn’t mean it like that! cho’, i’m so—”

wait.

you froze. did you just call him “cho’”? you definitely had never exchanged names, much less nicknames! your face drained of colour as choso smirked, clearly enjoying your panic.

“cho’?” he raised a brow, his lip piercing catching the light. “didn’t know we were close like that.” he chuckled, low and teasing. “but i don’t mind. it’s cute.”

you wanted to melt into the floor. the secondhand embarrassment from the other students was evident, and your heart was pounding too hard to think straight. you shot up from your seat, nearly knocking over your bag in your rush to escape. all eyes were on you as you bolted out the back of the classroom, face burning with mortification.

you sprinted to the nearest bathroom, slamming the door behind you as you leaned against the sink. “oh my gosh,” you groaned, covering your face with your hands. he was totally going to think you were a stalker now. you’d found his instagram before it went private, and you’d seen his younger brother yuji calling him “cho’” in the comments. you were doomed.

meanwhile, back in the classroom, choso couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face. he found your flustered state adorable—he didn’t think you were creepy at all. in fact, he wished you’d stayed a little longer so he could keep teasing you. with a soft chuckle, he tore a piece of paper from his artbook from his bag and scribbled down his number quickly as he placed the torn paper on your laptop.

“you can always call me cho’ ;)”

[mingi-s-dimples]

Stiletto - P.SH

“Messy... You really got yourself off on my shoe, huh?” ~ Seonghwa for isabel marant... enjoy guys. I loved writing this

pairing: seonghwa x fem!reader genre: 18+ summary: wc: 6k warnings: dom!seonghwa, sub fem!reader, dom/sub dynamic, bdsm implied, heel/shoe kink, size difference, size kink, power play, degradation, humiliation kink, praise kink, begging, begging kink, orgasm denial, objectification, object insertion (heel), grinding, cnc elements (just seems like that), slight breathplay, possessiveness, overstim, rough sex, manipulation, name calling (slut, toy, filthy), ownership kink, orgasm control, forced orgasms, manhandling, safe word mentioned, impact play, spanking, dom subversion, completely consesual!, unprotected, for sure forgot something, will for sure edit later. author's note: I loved writing this, but omfg, I'm so sorry for not posting in so longgggg. As I said in a previous post, I had a small surgery for my CTS and so I'm not entirely allowed to type on my phone buuutttttt I used my laptop and I was able to type without forcing my hand at all!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the member in any way.

The second Seonghwa stepped off the runway, he was moving fast. Not a full sprint, not a reckless rush—but a purposeful stride, his heels clicking against the polished floors with urgency.

He didn’t stop to celebrate, didn’t pause for the post-show chatter. His mind was elsewhere. On you.

You, waiting for him in the hotel room. You, probably curled up on the bed, counting down the minutes until he returned. You, who hadn’t seen him in nearly two weeks because of the relentless runway prep.

He knew you missed him. Knew you needed him. And right now? He needed you just as badly.

By the time he reached the hotel room, his breath was steady, but his pulse wasn’t. A flick of the key card, a push of the door, and— There you were.

Sitting on the bed, legs folded beneath you, looking utterly frozen the moment he stepped inside. Your lips parted slightly, your eyes tracing over him from head to toe, taking him in like you’d never seen anything so breathtaking before.

And Seonghwa knew exactly why. He was still in the outfit from the runway—dark tailored jacket cinched at the waist, sheer fabric teasing at his skin, and the pièce de résistance: the stilettos. Tall. Sleek. Commanding.

He set his bag down near the door, but you didn’t move. Didn’t get up. Didn’t say a word. Seonghwa exhaled a quiet chuckle, something deep and knowing. Slowly, he stepped forward—click. Then another—click. Until he was right in front of you, gazing down at you with something dark and starved in his eyes.

“You’re staring.”

Your lips parted slightly, eyes dragging slowly down his body, drinking him in like you’d never seen anything so devastatingly gorgeous before.

And then you clenched your thighs. Seonghwa saw. His smirk curled into something downright dangerous.

“Oh?” His voice was smooth, teasing. “You like this, don’t you?”

You swallowed thickly, eyes flickering between his heels and the way he towered over you in them. Seonghwa tilted his head, amused. Then, without warning, he lifted his foot—pressing the pointed toe of his stiletto against the top of yours, light but deliberate.

A silent reminder of just how much bigger he was than you. Just how easily he could dominate you.

“You always get like this when I come back from a trip,” he mused, voice velvety smooth. “But this time… it’s worse, isn’t it?”

The heel dragged up your leg—slowly, teasing over your ankle, up your calf. Your breath hitched. Seonghwa watched you, drinking in every reaction, every little shudder. His eyes gleamed, dark with amusement.

“God, you’re so easy,” he murmured, tapping the toe against your thigh. “I haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re already falling apart.”

Your fingers curled into the sheets, trying to ground yourself, trying not to let him see just how badly you wanted him.

But Seonghwa was not the type to let things slide.

The toe of his heel pressed higher, parting your thighs just slightly. Your breath caught in your throat.

Seonghwa grinned. “On your knees.”

Your heart skipped.

He didn’t ask. He didn’t suggest. It was a command. One that you obeyed immediately, sinking to the floor without hesitation. The second your knees hit the plush carpet, Seonghwa exhaled a pleased hum, shifting his stance.

“Good girl.”

Then, with deliberate slowness, he lifted his foot again—using the arch of his heel to tip your chin up, forcing you to look at him.

“You missed me, didn’t you?” His voice was all honey and sin, dripping with amusement. “Missed being put in your place?”

You swallowed, nodding weakly. But that wasn’t enough.

“Say it.” His tone was firm, expectant.

Your lips parted, voice coming out softer than you intended. “I missed you.”

Seonghwa’s smirk deepened. His foot trailed down, the arch of his shoe dragging along your collarbone, your chest—tracing everywhere except where you wanted him.

“You did?” His tone was almost mocking now, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Tell me how much.”

You exhaled shakily, head foggy, body burning under his gaze. “So much,” you admitted, breath hitching when he pressed the tip of his stiletto against your sternum. “I—I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About how—”

You swallowed, cheeks burning.

“About what?” Seonghwa pressed, his voice a touch lower, eyes hungry.

You hesitated, but his foot lowered—trailing past your stomach, the smooth sole gliding over your thighs. Then—finally—he pressed the sharp tip of his shoe right between your legs.

You gasped.

Seonghwa exhaled sharply, something dark flashing across his face. “Oh… you really missed me..”

He applied the tiniest bit of pressure, making your thighs clench around the heel instinctively. His lips parted slightly, exhaling as if the sight alone was fueling something deep inside him.

“I should make you beg for it first,” he murmured, tilting his head, watching the way your breath hitched at every little movement of his foot. “But you’re already soaking, aren’t you?”

His shoe pressed again—just enough to make your hips twitch.

Seonghwa groaned softly, half in amusement, half in satisfaction. His eyes dragged over you, drinking in the sight of you—kneeling beneath him, legs spread, practically trembling from just this.

And then he smiled, something slow and cruel.

“Let’s see if you can cum from this alone.”

And Seonghwa didn’t rush.

He never did.

Dominance was a slow thing, a precise thing—and watching you tremble beneath him, teetering on the edge of desperation, was far too satisfying to end so soon.

He pressed the pointed toe of his stiletto between your legs—just enough to tease, enough to make you feel it, but not enough to give you what you wanted.

You jerked—your body reacting instinctively, a tiny, helpless rut against the arch of his shoe. It was humiliating, how quickly you sought friction, how little it took for you to start falling apart.

He laughed. A soft, cruel chuckle, dark with amusement.

“Oh, doll,” he murmured, tilting his head, lips curling into a smirk. “Are you really this desperate already?”

Your cheeks burned. Your thighs clenched. But you didn’t answer.

He tsked. A slow, disappointed sound.

Then, without warning, his shoe pressed—not enough to satisfy, not enough to let you grind down properly, but just enough to make you ache for it.

Your breath hitched, body jolting as if you could somehow get more from him.

“Pathetic,” he mused, dragging the sole up—a slow, tormenting glide against your clothed heat. “I haven’t even touched you properly, and you’re already acting like a little slut for me.”

You whimpered, fingers gripping the carpet beneath you, body betraying you with the way your hips shifted, seeking anything more than this teasing touch.

Seonghwa just watched, utterly amused.

“You want to ride my heel, don’t you?” he murmured, voice sickeningly sweet. “You want to grind against my shoe like a desperate little thing—” He pressed again, the rigid arch of his stiletto pressing flush against your core, and you gasped. “—until you make a mess all over it.”

Heat pooled in your stomach, shame curling at the edges of your pleasure.

Seonghwa relished it.

“Go on,” he said, voice dark. “Show me how bad you need it.”

You hesitated—just for a second. And that was a mistake.

Because suddenly, Seonghwa lifted his foot away completely.

Your body whined before your voice did—a pathetic little sound catching in your throat as your pleasure was ripped away in an instant.

Seonghwa laughed, slow and mocking.

“Oh, doll,” he cooed, shaking his head. “Did you really think I’d make it that easy for you?”

You swallowed hard, hands trembling, thighs pressing together uselessly in search of the friction he stole.

Then—suddenly—his heel was back.

But this time? He was cruel.

The sharp, stiff curve of the stiletto dragged excruciatingly slow over your core. Up. Down. The smooth leather teasing just enough to feel it, but not enough to push you over the edge.

Your body twitched. Your breath came in shaky, uneven gasps.

And Seonghwa just watched you suffer.

“Look at you,” he murmured, tilting his foot slightly—letting the toe nudge against your sensitive clit in a way that made you jerk. “Falling apart over nothing.”

Your fingers dug into the carpet, your body trembling. It wasn’t enough.

But Seonghwa wouldn’t let you have it.

Not yet.

He wanted you wrecked.

His shoe traced teasing little circles against your core, the thin arch of his stiletto pressing right where you needed him most, but never enough.

“Come on, doll,” he murmured, his voice like silk and sin. “Beg me for it.”

Your lips parted—breathless, burning. But the words wouldn’t come.

He punished you for it.

Because suddenly, his shoe lifted again—just an inch, just enough to deny you properly.

You whimpered.

A slow, knowing smirk stretched across his lips.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, eyes gleaming with delight. “You don’t deserve it yet.”

Your chest heaved. Your thighs trembled. Your body was on the verge of breaking, your arousal soaking through your panties, your hips still shifting helplessly toward him despite the lack of friction.

“So desperate,” he murmured, shaking his head. “I should make you wait longer.”

You whined, lips trembling, but Seonghwa wasn’t done.

His shoe lowered again—but this time, it was relentless.

The sharp tip of his stiletto pressed directly against your clit, firm and precise.

You gasped.

Your body reacted instantly—hips jerking, thighs squeezing, pleasure snapping through your veins.

Seonghwa felt it—watched you tremble, watched your back arch—but he didn’t ease up.

If anything? He pushed harder.

A slow, steady grind of the shoe against you, forcing you to take it. The tip of his stiletto pressing inside, rubbing up, down and in circles over your clit… the heel pressing into your thigh. Everything was damn overwhelming and agonizingly fast.. your orgasm building up as fast.

“Cum for me, doll,” he murmured, his voice soft, deadly. “Show me how much of a mess you can make for me.”

The final push—the sheer command in his voice, the ownership of it—was enough to wreck you. The idea of him literally almost fucking you with his shoe sent lightning-like shudders through your entire body.

Pleasure slammed through you, violent and overwhelming. Your body shook, your hands clawing at the carpet, your breath stuttering out in sharp, desperate gasps as your orgasm tore through you, dragging you under.

Seonghwa groaned—low, dark, satisfied—watching you come undone at his feet.

His heel was soaked—shining with your release—and he loved it.

Slowly, lazily, he dragged his shoe back—watching your body tremble, watching you struggle to come back to yourself.

Then, he crouched down—one hand tilting your chin up, his fingers pressing just enough to remind you who was in control.

His voice was low, velvet-smooth.

“Oh, doll,” he murmured, lips curling into a smirk. “We’re just getting started.”

Seonghwa didn’t move right away.

He just watched you—kneeling before him, body trembling, thighs still twitching in the aftermath of your orgasm. A pathetic little thing, wrecked from nothing but his heel.

A slow, knowing smirk curled his lips.

“Messy,” he murmured, tilting his foot slightly—watching the slick sheen of your release glisten on the leather. “You really got yourself off on my shoe, huh?”

You swallowed hard, heat burning through you. But before you could answer—

He stepped forward.

His stiletto-heeled foot pressed flat against your chest, pushing you back just slightly, forcing you to brace yourself with your hands behind you before your back hit the side of the bed frame, you still being on the floor.

Your breath hitched.

Seonghwa’s eyes darkened, lips parting slightly as he felt you beneath him.

“Stay put,” he murmured.

His foot dragged lower—slow, teasing, the smooth sole pressing against your stomach, then your hips, then between your legs again. A cruel little reminder of what he just did to you.

Your thighs twitched. Your breath was unsteady.

Seonghwa hummed, tilting his head.

“Look at you,” he mused, voice laced with amusement. “Still needy.”

You whimpered, fingers curling against the plush carpet, body hyper aware of the weight of his shoe pressing into you.

And then—slowly, deliberately—he lifted his foot.

Pressed the heel firmly against your thigh.

Pinned you down.

You gasped, your body jerking, but Seonghwa’s weight kept you there. The pressure was just enough—not painful, not quite, but unmistakably dominant.

His smirk deepened.

“God,” he exhaled, dragging the pointed toe of his stiletto up your inner thigh, stopping right at the edge of your ruined underwear. “You’re such a good little thing, letting me step all over you like this.”

Heat flashed through you, your core tightening, your mind spinning at the sheer humiliation of it.

Seonghwa noticed.

His foot pressed just slightly harder against your thigh.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured, eyes gleaming. “Like being under my heel. Like being nothing but a fucktoy for me.”

A whimper slipped from your lips. Your hips twitched.

“Oh,” he breathed, something dark and pleased flickering across his face. “I bet you’d let me grind my heel against you until you came again, wouldn’t you?”

The sheer filth of the suggestion sent a shiver through you, made something in your stomach tighten, made your thighs squeeze together—

Or, they tried.

But Seonghwa’s weight kept them pinned open.

His smirk sharpened.

“Filthy,” he murmured, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “And so easy for me.”

Your cheeks burned. Your body burned.

Then, suddenly—his weight shifted.

His heel lifted from your thigh, the pressure on your chest relented, and then—

He stepped back.

A sharp little absence of his touch, his weight, his dominance.

Your breath came in uneven gasps, your body still buzzing with need, your legs still trembling from everything.

Then, with deliberate slowness, he crouched down—one hand gripping your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

His eyes were ravenous.

“Tell me what you want, doll,” he murmured, thumb brushing against your bottom lip.

Your breath hitched. Your mind was hazy, body aching for more, and the words slipped out before you could stop them.

“F-Fuck me.”

Seonghwa froze.

Then—slowly—his smirk curled into something dangerous.

“Oh?” His grip tightened, tilting your chin just slightly higher. “You think you’ve earned that?”

You swallowed, pulse hammering.

He exhaled a soft laugh, dark and mocking.

“You can’t even speak properly,” he murmured, eyes gleaming. “You’re so far gone, you can barely breathe—and yet, you have the audacity to tell me what to do?”

Your body shuddered.

His fingers dug into your jaw slightly—not painful, just enough to remind you.

Then, his voice dipped—low, velvety, utterly merciless.

“Beg.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

He leaned in—lips hovering just inches from yours, his grip on your chin firm, his body radiating heat and power.

“Beg me to fuck you,” he murmured, his tone laced with amusement. “Beg like the pathetic, needy little thing you are.”

Your body twitched. Your thighs clenched. Heat pooled low in your stomach, your entire being trembling from the sheer dominance in his voice.

His eyes were locked on yours, his grip unwavering, his expression nothing short of ravenous.

“Go on, doll,” he breathed, lips curling into a smirk. “Let’s see how desperate you can get.”

You swallowed hard, your breath uneven, your thighs trembling under his gaze.

Seonghwa waited.

His grip on your chin was firm—keeping you exactly where he wanted, forcing you to look at him, forcing you to suffer under the weight of his dominance.

His lips curled, slow and cruel. “What’s wrong, doll?” His voice was taunting, his thumb brushing over your parted lips. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”

You swallowed, your body burning, your voice nearly caught in your throat.

But that wasn’t enough for him.

Seonghwa’s other hand slid down, fingers gripping your thigh—hard, squeezing just enough to make you whimper. Then, with no warning, he dragged you forward, forcing your body to react, forcing you to cling to him for balance.

“Oh,” he grinned, voice dark with amusement. “You do want it, huh?”

You nodded frantically, eyes wide, hands gripping his jacket for support.

But Seonghwa just laughed.

“Use your fucking words.”

You swallowed hard, shame curling in your stomach, but the desperation won over your pride.

“P—Please,” you exhaled, voice shaky. “Please, Seonghwa.”

His grip on your jaw tightened—just for a second, just enough to remind you.

“That’s a start,” he murmured. “But I know you can do better.”

Your body burned, your face hot with humiliation, but you needed him too badly to fight it.

So you begged.

“Please—fuck me, Seonghwa,” you gasped, your thighs trembling. “Please, I—I need it so bad, I need you—”

His grip yanked you forward again, his stiletto-clad foot sliding between your legs, spreading them wider.

He groaned at the sight—at the sheer desperation of you, at how easily you let him control you.

“That’s more like it,” he murmured, mocking. “But let’s see if you really deserve it.”

And then—finally—he moved.

With effortless strength, he lifted you, manhandling you like you weighed nothing. Your breath hitched, a shocked little gasp escaping as he turned and dropped you onto the edge of the bed.

The second your body hit the mattress, he was on you.

His hands grabbed your thighs, spreading them apart ruthlessly, exposing the soaked fabric of your panties. His lips curled, something dark and satisfied flashing across his face.

“Fucking soaked,” he muttered, fingers slipping beneath the waistband. “All that from just begging for me?”

You whimpered, hips twitching, but Seonghwa didn’t wait for a response.

He ripped the fabric down—yanking your ruined panties off in one swift motion and tossing them aside like they meant nothing.

Then, without a single second of hesitation—

He freed himself.

But he didn’t bother getting undressed.

No—Seonghwa was too impatient for that, too hungry.

He undid his belt with swift precision, unzipped his pants, and pushed them just halfway down—only enough to free his aching cock, the tip dripping, enough to fuck you without wasting another second.

You barely had time to process it before he grabbed your hips and lined himself up.

His tip pressed against your entrance—hot, hard, teasing—and your body jerked in anticipation, a desperate whimper slipping from your lips.

Seonghwa grinned.

Then—without warning—he slammed inside.

Your sharp gasp filled the room, your back arching as he filled you in one ruthless thrust—stretching you instantly, pushing deep without hesitation, without mercy.

Seonghwa groaned, his head falling forward for a moment, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, voice strained with pleasure. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Your breath came in uneven, your body struggling to take him, to adjust to his sheer size, but Seonghwa didn’t wait for that.

No—he was already moving.

Already fucking you.

Hard. Deep. Unrelenting.

His grip on your thighs tightened, forcing them wider, forcing you to take every ruthless snap of his hips.

Your hands grasped at the sheets, your voice breaking into helpless little whimpers with every thrust.

Seonghwa watched you.

His expression was dark, starved, utterly wrecked by the way you clenched around him.

And yet—his taunts didn’t stop.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with pleasure. “Letting me fuck you like this—still wearing your fucking skirt, legs spread for me like a desperate little slut.”

You moaned—a humiliating, helpless sound, your body responding to every cruel word, every praise laced with degradation.

Seonghwa’s grin widened.

“Oh,” he groaned, his thrusts snapping deeper, his grip bruising. “You like that, don’t you?”

You nodded frantically, your voice nearly breaking.

“Y-Yes,” you gasped, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “Yes—fuck, I—”

Seonghwa growled, his hands shoving your legs even wider, forcing you open for him.

“Say it,” he demanded, his thrusts slamming into you, his tone firm, expectant. “Tell me how much you love being used like this.”

Your whimper broke into a moan, the pleasure building unbearably fast, your body shaking from how deep he was, how ruthless he was.

“I—” You gasped, struggling to breathe, struggling to speak as his pace only got rougher.

But Seonghwa wasn’t patient.

A sharp slap landed against your thigh, his palm stinging against your heated skin.

“Say it.”

Your body jerked, pleasure slamming through you, and the words spilled before you could stop them.

“I—I love it,” you cried, your voice cracking. “I love it—I love being used by you, I—”

A sharp groan left Seonghwa’s lips, his pace faltering just slightly—as if your confession had done something to him, as if hearing it had pushed him further.

Then—suddenly—his hand wrapped around your throat.

Not squeezing. Just holding. Just owning.

His thumb pressed against your pulse, feeling how wild it was, how your body shook under him, how your walls clenched desperately around him.

His breath was uneven, his smirk lazy but ravenous.

“Good fucking girl,” he murmured, his voice all silk and sin.

Then—without warning—his grip tightened just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Now cum for me.”

And with one final, brutal thrust—

You broke.

The orgasm slammed into you like a fucking wrecking ball.

Your body seized—your back arching, your thighs shaking, your vision blurring as waves of unbearable pleasure ripped through you.

And your voice?

It broke.

“Seonghwa—!”

His name tore from your lips in a shattered moan, raw and desperate, spilling out in a way that sounded utterly ruined.

And the second he heard it—

He snapped.

Seonghwa groaned, a sound so deep, so primal, as if your pleasure had wrecked him just as much as it wrecked you. His fingers tightened on your throat, his grip unrelenting as he chased after you, his thrusts turning sloppy, desperate, ruthless.

“Oh, fuck—” His voice was wrecked, his body shaking as he slammed into you one final time—deep, deep, deep—

And then he broke, too.

His head threw back, his jaw clenched, a groan spilling from his lips as his orgasm crashed through him. His grip on you tightened, his whole body trembling as he emptied himself inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum.

His breath was ragged, his thighs shaking, his entire body shuddering in the aftermath of his release.

But even as his orgasm faded—

Even as your body collapsed onto the mattress, spent, boneless, wrecked—

Seonghwa still wasn’t done with you.

You barely had a second to breathe before you felt it. He pulled back and lifted his leg.

The sharp, cool press of his stiletto heel against your inner thigh.

Your breath hitched, your eyes fluttering open—only to meet his dark, unreadable gaze.

He was still half-dressed—his shirt a mess, his pants still halfway down his thighs, his skin flushed from exertion.. his cock still hard, still dripping, still achingly eager to ruin you.

But his expression?

His posture?

Still completely in control.

Seonghwa’s lips curled into a dangerous little smirk.

“Mm,” he exhaled, tapping his foot lightly against your sensitive skin. “Look at you.”

Your breath was still uneven, your body still twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Seonghwa watched you.

Then, slowly, he dragged his foot higher.

Up your thigh. Over the mess he’d made inside you.

And then—cruelly—he pressed the toe of his stiletto against your overstimulated clit.

You whimpered, your entire body jerking at the sudden pressure.

Seonghwa’s smirk deepened.

“Oh?” he cooed, tilting his head. “Sensitive?”

Your thighs twitched, your breath coming out in a desperate little gasp.

Seonghwa chuckled. Mocking.

“Poor thing,” he mused, pressing just slightly harder—just enough to make your hips jerk involuntarily. “What’s wrong, doll? Too much for you?”

Your breath was uneven, your body burning from the overstimulation.

But Seonghwa knew you.

Knew how you worked.

Knew that, even now—even in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm of your life—

You wanted more.

His lips curled, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“You’re so fucking greedy,” he murmured, slowly moving his foot, dragging the toe of his stiletto up your slick folds, smearing your combined release over your ruined thighs. “You act all fragile, but you’d let me break you a hundred times over, wouldn’t you?”

A helpless whimper left your lips.

Seonghwa grinned.

Then, in one slow, deliberate movement—

He pressed the arch of his heel against your throat.

Your breath caught.

It wasn’t hard—not enough to hurt, not enough to truly choke—but enough to remind you.

Enough to show you exactly where you belonged.

Pinned beneath him.

Helpless under his weight.

His doll.

Seonghwa tilted his head, amusement flashing in his gaze.

“Oh,” he hummed, his lips curling. “You like this, don’t you?”

Your cheeks burned, your entire body betraying you as you clenched around nothing, your breath coming out in a helpless little whimper.

Seonghwa laughed.

Soft. Cruel.

His foot pressed just slightly harder against your throat.

“Filthy fucking girl,” he murmured, his tone dripping with amusement. “Letting me use you however I want, letting me step on you like a goddamn toy.”

His words sent a violent shudder through you, your body aching for him again, despite how wrecked you already were.

Seonghwa noticed.

And his smirk turned ravenous.

Then—without warning—he removed his heel from your throat.

A cruel little absence of pressure.

Then—

A sharp slap landed on your inner thigh.

You gasped, your body jerking, your breath catching in your throat.

“Oh, oh” he mused, running his fingers over the stinging mark.

His tone was mocking, but his eyes—

His eyes were hungry.

Then, slowly—deliberately—he lifted his foot again.

Dragged the arch of his stiletto down your stomach.

Down your messy folds.

Then—

He pressed the pointed toe deep inside you.

Your body convulsed, a helpless moan ripping from your lips, your walls fluttering at the sheer filth of it—

“Fucking hell,” he exhaled, watching as your body tried to take it, your thighs shaking under the intrusion. “You’re so fucking broken, aren’t you?”

You whimpered, your entire being spinning, your mind barely able to process it.

Seonghwa clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he dragged the toe of his stiletto back up your soaked folds, watching the way your body twitched, overstimulated and desperate at the same time.

“You’re insatiable, doll,” he murmured, his voice smooth, mocking. “I just fucked you, and you’re still spreading your legs for me like a needy little thing.”

Your breath was shaky, your mind hazy, but your hips rocked forward instinctively, seeking more friction, more anything.

Seonghwa noticed.

And laughed.

Soft. Cruel.

“Pathetic,” he mused, eyes gleaming with amusement. “But so fucking cute.”

Then—without warning—

He stepped away.

The sudden loss of contact made you whimper, a desperate sound escaping your lips before you could stop it.

Seonghwa heard.

“Doll,” he cooed, tilting his head. “Are you pouting?”

Your breath hitched, your thighs twitching where they still trembled in the aftermath of your last orgasm.

Seonghwa exhaled a mocking little sigh.

“You really don’t have a single ounce of shame, do you?”

His tone was dripping with amusement, but his actions—

The way he suddenly grabbed your throat and yanked you forward—

Were anything but gentle.

Your breath hitched, a quiet gasp slipping from your lips as he manhandled you off the bed, your knees hitting the plush carpet, your body folding under his grip.

And then—

You felt it.

The sharp, commanding press of his stiletto against your back.

Pinning you down.

Your heart slammed against your ribs, your entire body tensing at the sudden, cruel reminder of who was in control here.

Seonghwa exhaled a pleased hum.

“That’s better,” he murmured, pressing down just enough to make your breath hitch, just enough to make your arms tremble as you tried to hold yourself up. “Stay just like that for me, doll.”

Then—

A sharp slap landed on your ass.

You yelped, your body jerking forward, your breath stuttering at the sting that immediately followed.

Seonghwa laughed.

“Oh, and how you loved that..” he mused, delivering another—harder this time, making your thighs twitch. “You love being tossed around, love being used.”

Another slap.

And another.

Your body shuddered, your breath coming out in helpless little gasps, pleasure and pain melding into something head-spinning.

Seonghwa dragged his fingers over the now burning skin, his touch featherlight.

“God, you’re so fucking filthy,” he murmured, gripping your hips, forcing your ass higher, forcing your back into a deeper arch. “So fucking perfect for me.”

His praise made something inside you snap, a desperate little whimper escaping your lips as your walls fluttered around nothing.

Seonghwa groaned, shifting his weight, his heel pressing down between your shoulder blades again—keeping you pinned as he finally shoved his pants down the rest of the way.

Then—

He backed off, lined himself up and thrust into you.

Hard.

A choked scream ripped from your throat, your entire body jerking at the sudden stretch, the brutal force of it.

Seonghwa groaned—loud, unabashed, his fingers digging into your waist as he buried himself inside you, bottoming out in one smooth, ruthless movement.

“Oh, fuck—” His voice was wrecked, his nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on your skin.

You sobbed, your body clenching around him, overwhelmed, overstimulated, completely at his mercy.

Seonghwa felt it.

And grinned.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he exhaled, shifting his stance, —only to slam his hips forward, fucking into you harder, deeper, making your breath break in your throat.

His pace was relentless, brutal, each thrust sending you rocking forward, your nails scraping against the carpet as you tried to ground yourself.

Seonghwa pulled out with a low groan, his release just shy of spilling over, leaving you aching for more, your body still trembling from the rough, punishing pace. You whined at the loss, your breath erratic, desperately trying to find the rhythm again, but Seonghwa wasn’t done with you yet.

Without a word, he pushed you hard in the carpet, your body a mess of heat and need, your chest pressed to the floor as you gasped for air. The moment your stomach hit the carpet, the arch incredibly perfect, Seonghwa gripped your hair roughly and yanked you back towards him, a cruel, possessive smile curling on his lips.

You couldn’t move—couldn’t escape. You were pinned, helpless under him, completely at his mercy.

Seonghwa chuckled darkly, sliding his foot between your thighs, placing the sharp heel of his stiletto against the soft curve of your ass before dragging it down your spine. His breath was heavy, but his gaze never left your trembling body.

“You’ve been a good little toy, haven’t you?” His voice was rough with amusement, low and taunting as his heel traced the curve of your back, his touch like fire. “Can’t even take a second without wanting to be filled, can you, doll?”

You moaned, your entire body shaking with a desperate need to feel him again, your slick folds begging for him as you pressed your hips back into the heel beneath you.

He smirked, watching your movements, the dark satisfaction in his eyes palpable.

“You want more, don’t you?” he asked softly, his tone sweet but edged with a sadistic edge. “You want me to fuck you again?”

You nodded quickly, unable to hold back, your voice breaking. “Please, Seonghwa... please.”

He stepped closer, his foot now pressing down harder between your thighs, forcing you to stay still as you gasped.

“You’re going to beg for it then,” he commanded, his voice cold and calculated. “Tell me how much you need it.”

You let out a shaky breath, your body feeling like it might crumble under the weight of his words. “Please,” you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper. “Please fuck me... need you inside me.”

Seonghwa’s lips curled into a cruel smile.

“Good girl,” he muttered, his voice dripping with praise laced in mockery. “Now stay fucking still.”

He lifted your hips off the ground slightly, your body entirely at his mercy as he finally slid back into you, thrusting into your aching cunt with no mercy. His movements were slow at first, drawing every inch of pleasure from you, but you knew better than to expect him to take it easy.

And when he began to fuck you, the pace was relentless. He pulled you back onto him with every savage thrust, making your body jerk with each brutal push, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

“Look at you,” he hissed, barely holding back a laugh. “Begging like a slut. I’m just using you to get off, and you fucking love it.”

You could barely respond, your head spinning with desire, the overwhelming pleasure and pain leaving you incoherent. All you could do was brace yourself for more, your body already clenching around him, craving the friction.

Seonghwa smirked, his hands gripping your ass tightly as he drove into you harder. “You’ll never be anything more than my little doll, will you?” he mocked, his tone dripping with cruel satisfaction.

You gasped, unable to answer, only able to take what he was giving you.

And then, as you screamed out in pleasure, your body finally breaking beneath him, Seonghwa came with a deep groan, filling you up, his breath ragged, but still unrelenting.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice shaking with satisfaction, leaving you completely spent, trembling from the aftershocks.

As Seonghwa finally withdrew from you, the room was filled with the sound of your heavy breaths. Your body trembled beneath him, utterly spent, your muscles aching from the brutal pace he had set. You could barely keep your eyes open, your mind still fogged from the intensity, but Seonghwa wasn’t done with you just yet.

He crouched down beside you, gently lifting your face so you could look at him. His eyes were soft now, the cruelty replaced with something much more tender, yet still possessive.

“Good girl,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your damp forehead, his thumb softly tracing over your lips. The harsh, rough edge to his voice had disappeared, replaced by something soothing, as if he was holding you together after shattering you apart. "You did so well for me."

You whimpered and smiled at him slightly, your body still trembling in the aftermath, and he leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, as if to ground you.

“I know it’s a lot,” he said, his voice low and comforting now. “But you’re mine, aren’t you? You did so well.” His hand gently stroked the side of your face, his thumb moving in slow, calming circles.

Your eyelids fluttered as you nodded, your voice hoarse, but sincere. “Yes, Seonghwa… I’m yours.”

He smiled softly at that, pleased with your response, before carefully lifting you in his arms and guiding you back onto the bed. He covered you with the soft sheets, his hands lingering gently on your body, ensuring you were comfortable.

“Just breathe, doll. You did so good. Let’s get you cleaned up.” His tone was warm now, almost affectionate, as he took a damp cloth from the bedside table and softly wiped your skin. His touch was gentle, making sure you felt safe, cared for.

When he finished, he kissed your forehead again, holding you close as you curled against him, your body still weak but melting into his warmth.

“I’m here, baby,” he murmured, pulling you against him as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “I know I can be hard on you, but you have to know I care. I’ll always take care of you after, no matter what.”

You snuggled closer, grateful for his gentleness, your body still humming with the memory of everything he had done to you. His embrace was warm and protective, a stark contrast to the relentless force he had shown you just moments ago.

With his soothing words and the warmth of his body surrounding you, you finally let yourself relax, the tension in your muscles slowly dissipating as you drifted off to sleep, knowing that no matter how rough the night had been, you were safe with him. And he loved you.

And that’s all you needed.

[thebigbadbatswife]

OCT 17th - Wall Sex

Pairing - Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Title - Welcome Home

Summary - There’s nothing quite like the sex that takes place after Simon comes home from a long deployment

Warnings - Wall Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Multiple Orgasms, Simultaneous Orgasm, Large Cock.

Word Count - 1.8k

You’re on the sofa, reruns of your favourite tv show are playing in the background while your eyes are glued to the screen of your laptop. Your fingers fly across your keyboard as you work on your most recent project. Inspiration hit you out of the blue, right as you were about to call it a night and go for bed and, not wanting to lose it, you decided to fire up your laptop and start typing.

You’re so engrossed in your work, you almost miss the sound of keys in the front door. 

Your head snaps upwards as a smile makes its way across your face. You know exactly what the sound means. 

Simon’s home. 

You close the lid of your laptop and set it down onto the seat next to you, your work and inspiration now completely forgotten. Because your boyfriend is finally home, safe and sound from his most recent deployment, and you have missed him so much. Jumping to your feet, you make your way out of the living room and into the hallway. 

As soon as you lay eyes on him, you’re sprinting toward him and jumping up into his arms. Your legs wrap around his hips as he just about manages to catch you, with how little warning you gave him. His laughter is deep and you can feel the way it rumbles in his chest. 

“My girl missed me, yeah?” he asks.

You nod as you pull the balaclava off of him, revealing his scarred, but handsome face. You cup his face your thumbs smoothing over his cheeks as you look him over. Deep brown eyes watch you closely, like he’s committing your face to his memory, while you check him. Other than the fact that his dark hair is a little longer than when it was when he left several months ago, there’s nothing new of note. At least, on his face.

“You know I always miss you,” you reply. 

He hums softly as he readjusts his grip on you so one of his hands can come up to cup your face. His eyes glance down to your lips before returning to your eyes. You answer his silent question by moving forward and pressing your lips against his. Simon responds in kind. His chapped lips moving slowly against your softer and more moisturised ones. 

Like every time he comes back home, you want to savour the first kiss. Kissing each other for a long moment until you’re forced to break away as your lungs scream for oxygen. And even then you’re not pulling away fully. Your lips a blade of grass width from each other as you both pant. 

As soon as you’re no longer feeling lightheaded, your lips meet his again. The kisses quickly grow heated as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. Both of you moan into the kiss and his grip on you tightens. There’s already heat blooming in your lower stomach and between your legs. 

Before you know it, your back is against the wall and the hand that had been previously cupping your face is pushing your shorts to the side. Simon smirks against your mouth as he discovers that, not only are you not wearing any underwear, but you’re already wet.

“No panties and you’re already wet?”

You shrug. “I have no idea when you’re going to be home, so I always need to be ready, don’t I?”

He chuckles. “I think you were writin’ something dirty again, weren’t ya?” he teases.

You feel no shame about the things that you write. In fact, Simon only knows what you write because you’ve asked for his “help” when you have got stuck on a scene, in the past.

“And so what if I was? What are you going to do about it?” you playfully challenge.

He quirks an eyebrow at you. “Nothin’. Just going to give you better material to write with.” 

There’s no opportunity for you to reply as he’s pushing two of his thick fingers into you. You inhale sharply, your nails digging into the thick material of his coat. His fingers stretch and work you open. The rough, calloused pads of them pushing up against that soft, sweet spot deep within you. Soft sighs leave you each time he sinks his digits inside of you. 

Simon’s always been great with his fingers. It’s one of the first things you quickly learned when you got past first base. He always knows exactly how and when to move them in order to get you to see stars. Two fingers soon becomes three and your soft sighs start to turn into soft moans.

Dark brown eyes watch you closely as you lose yourself to the feeling of his fingers. Months of only having your own fingers or one of your toys to try and satisfy yourself with don’t come close to the way that he makes you feel. Already you feel amazing and he hasn’t even come close to making you cum yet.

He loves watching you lose yourself to the pleasure that he’s bringing you. A sense of pride filling his chest knowing that he’s the reason that you feel so good and that only he gets to see you like this. And you’re well aware of all of it. In the moments where he thinks you’re too far gone to be paying attention, you notice the way that he looks at you. It’s like no one else. 

And as much as you love his fingers, you desperately want his cock inside of you. 

“Si, please,” you gasp softly. 

“Please what? Come on, gotta use your words for me, lovie. I can’t read minds.”

You whine. Trying to get your tongue to cooperate with your brain is starting to get harder and you’re sure he knows that. Even when he’s aching to be buried inside of you, he still likes to watch you squirm. 

“Simon, please, I want your cock.” 

You expect him to tease you further. More often than not, that’s what he loves to do. Really work you up and get you to beg for him. This is one of the rare occasions where he’s as impatient as you are. Simon pulls his fingers out of you, making you whine again as he leaves you feeling completely empty. 

He doesn’t leave you to feel empty for long. There’s rustling as he unbutton and unzips his trousers, freeing his cock from them. Before you know it, the head of his cock is pressing up against your needy hole and he’s starting to push inside of you. 

You moan in unison with each other. Your walls squeezing his cock as he buries himself to the hilt. His head comes to rest against your shoulder as he stills, giving you a moment to adjust to the size of him. His grip on you harsh as he holds himself back from starting to ram into you. Simon’s always so much for you to take and even with the prep from his fingers, you still always need a moment.

Glancing downwards, you take in the sight of where your greedy, drooling cunt is swallowing his cock. No matter how many times you take him, you still can’t quite believe how perfectly he fits inside of you. Like he was made for you and only you. 

“You can move,” you tell him. 

“You sure?” he asks. Normally you would find his concern sweet. Right now you find it annoying. You just want him to lose control and fuck you dumb.

“Yeah.”

Simon wastes no time starting to drill into you. Each thrust is hard and fast, the head of his cock now hitting that sweet spot continuously. Your moans are loud and you’re certain that you’ll receive a noise complaint from the neighbours that live next door of the semi detached house you live in, but you’re already too far gone to give a damn. Your boyfriend’s home and he’s finally starting to fuck your brains out. 

As he fucks you against the wall, his fingers grip the front of your tank top and he roughly pulls it down, letting your breasts pop out. Immediately his lips close around one of your nipples and he starts to suck. At the same time, his pinches your other nipple, rolling it between his thumb and index finger.

“Fuck,” you gasp, your back arching into his touch. Your fingers run through his brown hair, tugging each time pleasure surges through you. Which has him groaning each time. 

You can feel the way his cock grows harder and thicker inside of you with each thrust. He’s getting close and so are you. Your neglected clit pulses with need and you untangle your fingers from his hair to try and slip it between your two bodies, but he bats your hand away. His calloused thumb presses against your clit and you can’t help, but gasp his name as he starts rubbing it in time with his thrusts. 

“Fuck, fuck, Simon!” you cry as white hot pleasure slams into you, almost causing you to see white as your body clamps down onto his cock and you cream all over his shaft. 

He follows shortly afterwards. His mouth releasing your nipple as he groans your name, grinding his cock into you as it throbs and releases deep inside of you. You expect him to stop, but he doesn’t. He continues rutting into you, his cock still rock hard. 

Your orgasms leave you both sensitive. The feeling of pleasure and pain mixing together as you can feel him hurtling you toward another one. You’re muttering his name now. Over and over again like a mantra, begging him to make you cum again. 

And he does. 

You and Simon hit your orgasms together. It’s even more intense than your first one. Your toes curling as your eyes roll into the back of your head as cunt squeezes him, milking every last drop from him as he fills your cunt once more.

You collapse against him, your head coming to rest against his shoulder. Both of you are panting heavily as you both come down from your highs. 

Simon adjusts the grip he has on you and he moves you away from the wall. The sound of his heavy boots is loud as he manoeuvres both of you back into the living room. He keeps you seated on his cock as he settles down on the sofa, his head lolling back to rest on the cushion. 

“Gimme a sec and we’ll go again, yeah?” 

You chuckle as you work on unzipping and removing his coat from his body. “Someone’s insatiable,” you tease.

He huffs a laugh and lightly slaps your ass, making you gasp. “Months in the middle of nowhere, no idea when I’m ever gonna see my girl again? I’m not stopping until one of us passes out from exhaustion.”

[seonghwaddict]

private lessons — song mingi

in which professor song is the man everyone on campus longs for but only you get to have.

professor!song mingi x fem!reader. genre. fluff, smut. warnings. explicit sexual content minors dni, reader wears a dress, unprotected sex, student x teacher relationship (consenting and legal), dom!mingi, slightly mean but also soft dom!mingi, fingering, dirty talk, petnames (doll, baby, fucktoy/toy, plaything, slut, whore), degradation, praise, creampie, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, brief begging, cockwarming, sir kink. wc. 3.5k. rating. mature.

lilo’s notes. i have nothing to say for myself.

listening to. les, childish gambino

masterlist

you practically sprinted through the halls of the main university building, nearly running into various people idling around. checking the time on your phone, you cursed silently. the lecture had started half an hour ago and you hated being late, but it really wasn’t your fault.

your alarm hadn’t gone off and you ended up waking up a lot later than you usually do. after that, your bus just had to get stuck in traffic, a consequence of waking up late. and now you had to literally run for your life to get to the lecture hall, the door creaking as you step in, drawing all the attention to you.

“how nice of you to finally join us, miss L/N.”

you glanced at the source of the voice despite already knowing who you’ll find. professor mingi was your physics teacher. but more than that, he was tall and broad shouldered, wearing black slacks and a fitted black long sleeve tucked into the slacks, the sleeves rolled half way up his arm whose muscles flexed each time he reached up to push his thin-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. you could, by all means, call him one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. many agreed, groups of girls and guys alike whispering over his attractiveness during lecture or ogling as they spotted him around campus during regular tasks. the only difference between you and them was the fact that you got to have him all to yourself behind closed doors.

bowing quickly, apologies rolled off your tongue as your cheeks heated up with embarrassment. “i’m so sorry, sir. there were some complications on my way here, it won’t happen again.”

a low chuckle left his lips and he waved dismissively, gesturing to the row of seats. “it’s quite alright, take a seat. you can stay after class for a bit and i’ll explain what you missed.”

you nodded silently and walked to an empty seat in the third row, cheeks burning and a tingling sensation pooling in your abdomen at the implications of his words. before you could stop yourself, you were reminded of what you did two nights before. you and him, tangled in his bedsheets. the vivid memory had your eyes widening and turning to your laptop to force yourself to take notes, missing the knowing smirk on his face as he continued the lecture.

truthfully, focusing proved to be a difficult task. every time you thought you could finally pay attention to what he was saying, your mind helpfully playing back images of previous encounters with him. you shifted in your seat uncomfortably, the heat between your legs distracting you.

before you knew it, he concluded the lecture and everyone was out of the room, leaving the two of you alone. you got up from your seat, walking down the small steps, taking your stuff with you and placing them on a seat in the first row for convenience purposes. his back was turned to you as he wiped words and equations off the whiteboard.

“eager to learn more, miss L/N?” he speaks without turning to you, the muscles of his arms under the shirt flexing slightly as he rubbed away all the writing with an eraser. you could hear the smile in his voice. “i must say, i’m quite impressed at your dedication to his subject.”

you chuckle softly and play along, walking to stand at the desk behind him, leaning against the wood. “well, subjects are interesting when you have a professor who gives you… private lessons.”

“private lessons, you say?” he turned around at that, the familiar smirk adorning his face as he saw you merely three steps away. three steps which he took slowly, standing in front of you. his eyes privately roamed over your body now, unable to do so in a room full of students he was supposed to teach. he liked the cute little sundress you wore, and he knew that you knew, suspecting that you wore the dainty light pink fabric on purpose. his hands brushed against your arms, eliciting goosebumps as he placed them on your waist, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “how about one right now?”

“are you sure?” you rested you hands on his forearms, looking around. “what if someone walks in?”

one of his hands leaves your waist to cup your cheek softly, thumb brushing over your skin. “no one’s supposed to come in here for another hour, it’s just you and me.”

you bite your lip nervously before nodding, relaxing in his hold. with your permission, he leaned forward, barely brushing his lips against yours before leaning it into just a peck, pulling back just as quickly to look at you for a moment. a second later, his lips were back on yours, the kiss remained gentle but there was a sense of urgency as his hand on your waist moved to your hips, kneading your flesh softly, and yours found themselves gripping his shoulders.

goosebumps ran down your spine as he groaned against your lips, his tongue swiping along your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth to explore. his thumb traced your jaw so gently as you pulled away from each other after several minutes, panting.

you looked up at him with round eyes, a giggle leaving your swollen lips. “we really shouldn’t be doing this here of all places.”

“yeah, you’re right,” he took a small step back after pressing a final kiss to your forehead, straightening out his clothes, “if you’re up for it, you can come back to my place later.”

a soft smile spread along your flushed face, nodding as you leaned up to return a kiss to his cheek. “yeah, i’d like that.”

“now,” he cleared his throat, slowly trying to regain his composure he adjusted the collar of his shirt. “if you’ll excuse me, i need to go prepare for my next class.”

“you’re excused, professor.” you laugh as you step around him to go grab your bag from the seat you set it on.

but before you could reach it, his voice called out to you again, making you stop in your tracks and turn to him, finding him walking towards you already. when he reached you, he cupped your face with both of his large hands and kissed you once again, more chastely than the kiss before. when he left your lips, one last kiss found itself on your cheek before he fully stepped away.

“okay, you may go now.”

several hours later the door to mingi’s penthouse fell shut as the two of you stepped in. as soon as the comforting click of the lock sounded, you were all over each other, lips latching onto each other, hands groping all over the place. after haphazardly kicking off your shoes and pulling each other’s coats off, you somehow managed to get to his familiar bedroom, all the while never pausing to breathe.

his whole place had a modern design, extending to the bedroom too. a big king sized bed in the middle of the spacious room, the wall on its right covered by a sleek bookshelf and two doors—one to the en suite bathroom and the other to his walk in closet—and the wall on its left was your favourite part. instead of yet another white wall, it was a large flor to ceiling window, offering a stunning view of the city. now the room was illuminated by the night life of the city and the moon. neither of you cared enough to draw the curtains shut; who would be able to see into the fifty-seventh floor of the building anyway?

mingi kept a hand on your hip while the other closed the bedroom door behind you before joining his other hand at your hips, his lips kissing and sucking at your neck as he slowly walked you backwards. your breaths grew shallow as he marked up your neck but he stopped when the back of your knees hit the bed, barely pulling back to mutter, “get on the bed, doll.”

you shivered at the husky tone, a slight rasp to his voice, heavy with desire. wanting nothing but to make him happy with you, you got on the bed, scooting back and laying down. his fingers quickly undid the buttons of his shirt, tossing it to the ground beside the bed before joining. he hovered over you and leaned over to turn on one of the lamps so he could see you better, taking off his glasses and placing them on the bedside table while he was at it.

“so beautiful, lying there for me.” he hummed, his hands trailing from your shoulder down the length of your arms, teasingly sliding down the straps of your dress until your breasts spilled over the fabric and you squirmed beneath him lightly. he leaned down to pepper kisses across your chest as his hands moved down to massage your thighs, letting his tongue slip out to tease your nipples as he passed over them, barely holding back a smile at your quiet whimpers.

he pushed the skirt of your dress up to your waist, nodding and humming approvingly at the matching pink panties you had on, eyes zeroing in on the wet patch practically begging for his attention. a groan nearly rips itself out of his throat at the sight, leaning back on his heels to watch as he lets his thumb brush over the fabric, making your thighs tremble with need.

“need my help, baby?” he cooed at you almost mockingly, letting his thumb press against your clit over the damp fabric for a fraction of a second.

“yes, please.” you breathed, breath hitching at his teasing.

“please what?”

“please, sir, i need you.” you whined impatiently, bucking your hips slightly.

mingi chuckled at your desperation, nodding as he lifted your legs to slide off your panties. “okay, doll, i’ll help you. i’ll take good care of you.” he discarded the panties, dropping them off the edge of the bed, and placed your legs down again, spreading them apart so he can look at your dripping folds. this time he couldn’t hold back his groan of raw pleasure, feeling his cock twitch in his pants. “so fucking perfect.”

you whined at his words, clenching around nothing and making more slick seep out of you. his eyes followed the clear string of arousal as it dripped onto his bedsheets.

“that’s it, doll,” he muttered, low and rough, “so perfect and wet for me and i haven’t even touched you, can’t wait to hear you scream my name. you’ll scream my name when you cum, won’t you, my love?”

as he spoke, his index finger dipped between your soaking folds and gathered arousal to barely run it over your clit. you whimpered and shuddered, unable to answer his question with more than a quick nod.

“mhm, i thought so,” he gradually increased the pressure of his finger on your clit, “but you better scream it nice and loud for me, okay? so i can hear that pretty voice of yours.”

you force yourself to answer, voice barely above a whisper as your hips shifted with each circle of his finger. “y-yes, sir.”

“good girl, so obedient,” he leaned down to press a fluttering kiss to your forehead before resuming his position, adding another finger to his work on your clit. “do you know what you are to me, doll?”

“no… tell me,” you bit your lips to hold back any embarrassing sounds you may make under his touch. but his other hand quickly came up to pull your bottom lip from your teeth before dropping to your hips again.

“i told you i want to hear your pretty voice,” he snapped, somehow still sounding caring even if he was scolding you. he continued, “you’re my toy. my prefect little fucktoy.”

and though your breath hitched and you looked confused for a moment, he could feel the sudden increase in wetness as his fingers stroked you, so he continued.

“because i want to fuck you until morning light, my love,” he slipped a finger into you easily, only feeling the stretch once he added a second finger, making your breath hitch and back arch, “my own fucktoy to play with whenever i feel like it.”

the idea had a knot forming in your abdomen as his fingers bent and brushed over your sweet spot with each thrust, coaxing you closer to your climax. with each dirty word he spoke, you felt yourself growing more and more aroused, and he could feel it too as you squeezed around his digits.

“fuck…” he cursed hoarsely, his thumb rubbing your erect clit perfectly as his fingers stroked your walls, “you’re so tight and worked up just from my fingers. i bet you crave to have my cock inside you, huh?”

your hands clenched and dug into the bedsheets, cursing softly as sweet moans left your lips. you nodded at his words, not trusting your words.

“yeah? want my hard cock deep inside you, filling up your drenched little hole?” he slid a third finger into your hole, making you choke back a moan at the stretch.

“ye- fuck… yes, sir, please,” you whined, eyes squeezing shut as his three fingers continuously pressed against your g-spot.

“i know, i know, my doll, my toy,” he cooed, his free hand stroking your thigh affectionately, eyes focused on every twitch of your face muscles, slowly watching you come undone. “you’re close aren’t you? go ahead and cum all over my hand. show me how much of a pretty little whore you are for me.”

as if his words flipped a switch, you tipped off the edge and did just as he said, your juices flowing around his digits and out of your hole. you came with a cry, your voice muffled as he pressed his lips against yours and swallowed every sound you made. his fingers slipped out of you but rubbed your clit a few more times to help you ride out your orgasm before pulling back completely, sitting back on his heels again.

mingi looked down at your pussy, humming at the sight of your fluttering hole and the release smeared sloppily between your thighs. “mmmm, well aren’t you quite the messy slut, huh? but i suppose that makes you a perfect toy, so responsive and obedient.” he brought his fingers to his lips, licking off your release hungrily, groaning at the taste as he watched you take deep breaths, still trembling from your climax. “calm down a bit and then i’ll fuck you senseless, yeah?”

you poured up at him, legs absentmindedly spreading wider, panting softly as you looked up at him with round eyes. “no, i’m ready now, sir, please.”

“really?” he raised a patronising eyebrow, clicking his tongue. “are you sure?”

“yes, sir,” you nodded quickly, “please, please, please, i promise i’m ready.”

he scoffed and leaned down, holding his body above yours with one hand in the mattress beside your head as his other hand expertly removed his belt and shucked off the rest of his clothes. you watched as his eyelids fluttered as he stroked his cock a few times, not taking his eyes off you, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “you’re so desperate to get fucked by your professor. what a pathetic little mess you are.”

he rubbed his tip along your folds, gathering slick before slowly pressing himself into your entrance. though you were familiar with his size and girth, having been fucked by him various other times, the stretch never failed to make you shudder, your head falling back against the soft bed as your back arches against him and you let out a wanton sigh.

“keep those legs spread, baby,” his whispered, hips stuttering as you clenched around him on his way in. when he bottomed out, he stilled, letting you adjust as his hand brushed one hair away from your flushed, sweaty face. “you take me so well, my love… such a good little plaything.”

once he’s given your signal, a breathless nod, he began to rock his hips against yours, pulling out before thrusting in. at first, it was slow, but when you gave him encouraging moans, he picked up his pace. your hands reach up to cup his face, pulling him down to kiss him. it was a sloppy kiss, all teeth and heavy breaths as the feeling of his cock driving into you with just the right amount of roughness to make your head spin.

when your lips parted, you looked up at him. his eyes fluttered shut and stayed shut for a few moments, bottom lip caught between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed with pleasure as you clenched around him rhythmically.

“thank you, sir,” you managed to whine our, voice barely above a whisper. you weren’t sure why you were thanking him, but the urge to be a good toy for him had you doing anything to get him to coddle you and care for you and fuck you so good for the rest of your life.

a deep chuckle left him, one of his hands reaching down between your bodies, brushing over a nipple before reaching your clit and rubbing in time with his thrusts. “just remember who you belong to, doll.”

“you,” you gasp softly at the combination of his cock inside you and his fingers on your clit, stimulating you and gradually building another climax.

“that’s right, maybe you aren’t just a brainless toy for me to fuck after all, hm?” he smiles, kissing your forehead, the affection a stark contrast to his degrading words. “you belong to me, and i intend to keep you satisfied and full. you’re full, aren’t you?”

you nodded quickly, fingers tightening in his shoulders as he gave you a particularly sharp thrust, “s-so full.”

he was entranced by you, lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him. he paid attention to ever breath, figuring out what you seemed to like. he angled his hips differently and watched as your eyes rolled back, jaw going slack as he hit that spot repeatedly.

“look at you, so beautiful and all for me to enjoy,” he purred, pressing down hard on your clit as he thrusted up into you at a bruising pace. you felt as if the wind was knocked out of you, confessing that you were so so close, to which he only smirked and pressed down on your clit in an intentional pattern. “cum for me, doll, let go.”

there was always something about the way he commanded you to finish that you couldn’t resist, seconds later another orgasm crashing over you as he continued his movements. you came with a loud moan, crying out his name incoherently just like he said he wanted. eventually, his hips slowed but you noticed he hadn’t finished, shaking your head quickly.

“no, please, keep going,” you practically begged, looking at him with glossed over eyes, “use me, sir.”

he growled out something you couldn’t quite hear, your fucked out mind perceiving everything as hazy as he drove his length into you slowly and deeply, bringing himself to a finish. it didn’t take him much longer to finish, painting your walls white with his release as his movements stuttered to a stop, groaning. you whimper at the feeling of him quite literally filling you to the brim with his seed, shuddering as your legs trembled from overstimulation.

a few moments later he lifts his head firm between your breasts. “let’s get you cleaned up?”

you shook your head, pulling him close. “we can do that in the morning.”

mingi laughed silently, kissing your jaw and nodding. his short washed out pink hair brushed against your face, tickling you. he pulled out of you, making you whine in protest. “patience, doll,” he teased you, moving you to lay on your side before lying down behind you, spooning you as he slipped his length inside you again and pushed in any of his release that may have seeped out. you sighed contentedly at the full feeling, pressing your back against him.

“i give this private lesson five stars,” you muttered through a stupid grin as his nose nuzzled against the back of your neck. you felt his chest shake with laughter behind you as he draped an arm over your waist.

“out of five i’m assuming, right?”

“no, out of ten,” you chuckled but gasped softly as his hand moved up to pinch your nipple without warning.

“out of five, right?”

“out of five.”

networks. @cromernet

taglist. @ad0rechuu @sankatchu @mlink64 @yeosangsbb @seonghwasbbgirl @likexaxdaydream @dreamingofyeo

[ericscroptop]

Video Games

✧ pairing: bf! juyeon x gf! reader

✦ genre: fluff (THIS IS SO SILLY IM SORRY)

✧ warnings: cursing, death (in the video game) teasing, pet names, kissing, insinuation of a praise kink, suggestive, brief mention of reader and juyeon’s memories of sexy time, might be a tiny bit cringe LOL

✦ word count: 2.1k words

✧ synopsis: headcannon of you and juyeon playing dti together because he would soooo play with you

✦ note: this is specifically about the dti halloween update lana quest so if you don’t play dti i am so sorry but i wanted to write this so bad bc in my mind, juyeon plays dti with me <3

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“Mama, a nurse Julie behind you.” you joked to your boyfriend, eyes focused on your own monitor while you located the remaining maps. You two were lying on your stomach over his bed while playing on your own laptops.

Though, a couple seconds after saying that, as if on cue, the sound of the nurse shrieking comes from Juyeon’s laptop. Meaning she was indeed behind him, and killed him.

“Damn it! I can’t even get upstairs without her coming for me.” Juyeon groans. You couldn’t resist laughing at him dying, making his lips form into a pout from your teasing.

“I told you I’d do all the work. Just stay put now for your own sake.” you voiced, shaky as you stifled more laughter that threatened to break.

He pouted at your teasing and words, sighing hard. Luckily, you yourself have already completed all three chapters of the Lana Lore quest. But you wanted to share and introduce the challenge to Juyeon. It’s amusing seeing him navigate the game and teaching him how to play.

Especially when he cursed and became deeply frustrated. It was very reminiscent of how insanely pissed you got during your numerous attempts— specifically during chapter two.

Though, you’d consider yourself a pro now. So being on that side of the spectrum had you kekeing in watching him be such an amateur.

“It’s not funny.” contrary to his statement, his voice trembles with choked back laughter of his own. Ah, but it seems like it is, huh?

A hand of yours maneuvers to his back, running it up and down empathetically.

“Stop pouting you big baby. We’re almost done anyways.”

Juyeon sighs, listening to your words and staying put. Usually his demeanor was surprisingly calm while playing games, but for some reason, this was testing his patience more than it should.

His head leans towards your space, now bearing the weight of his head on your shoulder. He momentarily abandons his laptop to watch you move towards the location of the last map piece.

“I thought this was supposed to be a fashion game. All this for some clothes?” he huffs out.

“And to get Lana back! Lore for a fashion game is insane but you have to admit, it’s lowkey fun.” you casually picked up the last map, grinning now that you can access the Medical Wing. Juyeon moves his head, returning his attention back to his own screen.

“Okay, so this is the part where we have to run away from the nurse. This literally took me forever to complete at first but you can hold down the shift key to sprint. Just follow the red smoke and don’t bump into stuff.” you advise your boyfriend, a bit anxious inside that he might not complete it during his first attempt.

“I’m toast.” he shakes his head with defeat, baffled that there’s still more left in this chapter. He honestly wanted to return to the regular server and play dress up as a duo. Intense games were fun, but this was getting ridiculous.

“Dude, you got this! This is arguably the hardest part but I believe in you.” a hand goes to his shoulder, giving him a shake of encouragement to lock the fuck in. His head is faced down within his hands, pretending to be dramatic and avoid your gaze out of protest.

“Juyo… I’ll kiss you if you beat it.” you sing-song, and of course, that gets him to perk up. Your words get those cutesy lip corners of his curving more prominently, accompanied with a blushing of his cheeks at the bribe. He could never decline any invitation of affection from you. Man was a lover boy.

“You better.” he turns to you, giving you a look that suggests you better keep your word— or else.

“Promise. Now, you ready?”

“Let’s do it, baby.” his response has you all giddy inside. Simply playing a game with Juyeon was so wholesome and cute. It’s adorable seeing him play or participate in things you were interested in, even if it’s a “girly” fashion game with unexpected lore.

“Let’s fucking go!” you hyped both of you guys up as you opened the door.

It’s comical the way you both straightened your shoulders as the game music got intense, assuming position to fully concentrate. When it’s time to start moving, each of you stay focused, not bothering to even glance at the other person or their screen.

However, there wasn’t complete silence during this period.

The air was thick and taut, filled with suspense. You were both equally invested, even if this was your nth time doing this.

While running and sprinting, you threw out dramatic yelps when you’d accidentally run into an object. You recovered just in time, but the pressure was high no matter how many times you completed this, especially with a newbie player by your side.

Juyeon practically held his breath in while he navigated the path, your outbursts and minor cursing not bothering him one bit. You had a tendency to be a bit loud during games; He had grown used to it.

You and Juyeon happened to be the only ones playing in this server. You allowed your vision to dart just for a second towards the side every now and then to make sure he was still alive.

The screams of the nurse were repetitive and occasionally close, but you reached the finish line of the door first, snapping your fingers enthusiastically since you passed.

Juyeon was still in the middle of being chased, so you switched your focus to his screen. You didn’t dare make another peep, practically on edge to see if he succeeds.

But when the door is in sight, you absolutely have to say something out of excitement.

“You’re almost there!” you pepped up, mouth gaping in wonderment once he ended up finishing alongside you.

He lets out a sigh of relief, eyes crinkling at his achievement.

“Holy shit, you did it! I’m so proud of you!” you sit yourself up and put both your hands up in front. Juyeon follows suit, giving you a double hi-five and then clasping your fingers within his, shaking them eagerly with his tongue out in between his teeth.

“It literally took me a couple tries to run from her. That’s so unfair.” you sulked and tried to pull your hands away to continue on, but Juyeon kept a tight hold, refusing to do so.

“You’re what of me? Hm?” he decides to tease you, not letting what you said before that go unnoticed, attempting to get you to commend him again aloud for completing a silly game task. It was so precious seeing and hearing you so thrilled out over his victory.

“Praise kink alert!” you blurted out, laughing and casually teasing him back.

Your hands are still within Juyeon’s grasp, and he gives them a gentle squeeze, feigning offense and lets out a scoff.

“Oh, baby, let’s not even get into that discussion. We all know you’re the expert on that.” with that, he’s got a grin on his face like a cheshire cat. You walked yourself right into that one.

His counter has your mind immediately replaying the breathy, salacious things he’d say during the deed and other similar activities. You’ve been together for quite some time now that he knows what you like. The way your body responded to sweet praises and compliments was engraved into his mind.

You can’t deny that you loved being complimented and flattered by your one true love.

“Whatever.” you whined mixed with laughter, not even going to bother defending yourself because it would be a quick loss.

Juyeon smirks, always getting a kick out of flustering you.

“So where’s my reward?” Juyeon says, changing the subject once he remembers your promise.

“We still have one more chapter to complete. You don’t get Lana and the stuff until we finish all three.”

Hearing something completely different than what he was referring to has him giving you a look of impatience, allowing a chuckle to slip through. It’s even more comical because he could tell you genuinely forgot.

“I don’t mean that! I mean…” he pauses for a moment, dropping those hands of yours to move his dominant hand up towards your face.

His orbs appear playful, eyeing your features with curiosity and attachment to you.

“Where’s the kiss that you promised me?” his eyes don’t break away from your face, gleaming gaze drawing you in, unable to look away.

More so when he starts to thumb faintly at your cheek.

By each second that passes, your demeanor is becoming softer in a way where you’re growing meek and bashful. He patiently waits for a proper answer, eyes concentrated all over your face, connection towards you practically magnetic.

His charms make it ridiculously difficult to ignore and refuse his efforts of giving him what he wants. Truthfully, you could never deny a kiss from Juyo. You’d be a fool to do so.

As weak as he makes you, your tongue comes out strong to respond to him.

“Come and claim your prize then.” you bite your bottom lip, not helping the smile that presents itself from allowing yourself to say that flirtatious line, face heating up like blazes.

Juyeon immediately matches your smile in hearing that, still thumbing your cheek as he leans forward to attach his lips to yours.

They encounter one another with tenderness and bliss. Each of your smiles are felt pressed together, slowly fading to kiss properly.

A beautiful blend of appreciation and attraction is behind the kiss. It’s languid and gentle, time taken to truly spread the larger than life feelings of romantic, emotional connection.

This moment feels safe. You always felt warm and comfortable within his presence.

One of his hands holds dearly onto your chin, thumb still lazily stroking that full cheek of yours. Your own hands roam over your thighs as you begin to feel dreamy in love, trying to remind yourself that this scene is oh so real.

It was all innocent and sweet. He’d allow his lips to stay put against yours, smiling like a goofball when your lips remained stilled together. Then, he’d pull back just a small amount, you two exchanging looks of utter content before leaping in for perky pecks. Kissing Juyeon is always fun and left you eager for more.

Though unfortunately, it’s impossible to remain glued to his lips forever. Albeit, you’d argue kissing him is like oxygen for you, needed to carry on with life.

He nips at your lower lip teasingly before deciding to separate. Pure, visible radiance is reciprocated through one another’s features, paired with tinted pink cheeks.

You tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, trying to calm down your heart and brain that’s malfunctioning and whirling due to the kiss.

While he smirks at you, you notice your screens have gone black, enough time passing of inactivity for the devices to do so. That reminds you of the joined mission that is yet to be completed for Juyeon, momentarily distracted by the mini celebration you just shared.

You reach down over to drag your fingers to the touchpad of your laptop, screen waking up, displaying the catacombs of the third chapter.

“Okay, let’s get back to work.” you grinned through your words, attempting to dial down the playfulness between you two to get back on track.

His eyes follow yours towards your screen, then back to you returning to your position from earlier.

“There’s more?” he’s wide-eyed while you give him a look that screams: “Are you kidding me?!!?”

“Yes! I literally told you earlier. We finish off with a maze and short battle.”

Juyeon begins to copy your current pose, laying on his stomach next to you. The only difference is that he folds and crosses his arms in front of him, creating a makeshift pillow to rest his head over.

A grumbling noise comes out of him, similar to a cat purring. He’s ready to move onto something else, wanting to just lay with you and focus on nothing other than you. He loved playing different kinds of games with you, but frankly, that kiss turned his attention to now wanting more of you in a relaxed manner.

You sigh heavily, really wanting him to finish this challenge for your entertainment. A hand travels to his head, raking through his soft strands. His head stays put, enjoying your peaceful physical touch.

Guess you oughta bribe him once more.

“Come on, baby. More kisses and cuddles are waiting for you when we finish.” your fingers playing with his hair don’t stop as you use the cutesy voice (reserved only for him) that you’d pull out when necessary.

And without fail, it succeeds. His head lifts up, immediately fighting a smile after hearing some of his favorite words. Nonetheless, it ultimately turns up.

“Promise?” he can’t help but use his own gentle, cutesy voice in return, eyes kittenish.

You could practically melt.

“I promise, Juyo.”

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[boydepartment]

so cute - anton lee x reader

a/n: DONT LOOK AT ME RN…. okay i’m having a moment shut up i can’t sleep. this is completely self indulgent and writing for fun so whooooooops

warnings- none just fluff and goofy. idol! anton. photography major! reader. (i am not a photography major so pls um bare w me) THIS IS ALSO REALLY CLICHE SO I AM SORRY i also have no idea what tags to use :( so if you are on riize tumblr PLS HELP ME IN MY INBOX WITH TAGS

wc- 250-300

MASTERLIST

when you sat down after you ordered you got all your stuff organized. you had a plan to meet your friend to study together at a small but sweet boba shop. a lot of college students would come and go and half the fun of studying was procrastinating and choosing to people watch instead.

your friend was late and so you were left to fend for yourself. which was okay, it didn’t bother you. you got a little lost in thought and didn’t even notice the gaggle of boys walk in.

you didn’t even notice when the second cashier called up your order and you skipped over to pick it up. it tasted sweet and made you smile.

the way you set up your table looked really nice so you took a couple steps away from your chair to take a photo, not for class. just for fun.

your notes and laptop looked like those aesthetic posts on pinterest and the view outside the window was not the worst for a parking lot. you looked down at your phone and frowned, maybe the flash would help?

you went to get in position again when a guy totally bumped into you. sending both of you crashing onto the floor!

when you sat up you saw all his friends almost sprint out of the shop laughing, you looked down, eyes widening.

“i’m so sorry! here let me help you up!” you stood up and put your hands out. he was quiet and took your hands. you bent over and picked up his thankful pre-poked boba, nothing spilled thank goodness!

“are you okay?” you asked, handing his drink to him. it was a little hard to tell or read him as he was wearing a mask, there was only so much you could read with his eyes.

your head turned to the side trying to get an answer out of him. eventually he snapped out of whatever daze he was in. did this boy hit his head too hard?

“it was my fault! i was walking backwards while talking and i didn’t see you i’m sorry…” the boy was very soft spoken and it took you by surprise. a lot of people you met in college were a little outspoken.

you smiled at him, hoping to lighten the mood, “it’s okay it was an accident!”

“you fell pretty hard on your knees, are you okay?” he asked, noticing that they looked pretty scuffed.

“oh! i’m okay. don’t worry about it.” you went to grab your bag which softened the blow of your fall.

“is your phone okay? if it’s broken i can help pay for the damages…”

that was sweet of him…

you looked at your phone and saw the crack in the screen protector, “it’s a little cracked but it’s just the screen protector! it’s fine! if anyone asks i can tell them about this.” you laughed a little and looked at him again, “my friend’s gonna wish she wasn’t late…!”

you heard the boy laugh a little, “i still feel bad for tripping over you and ruining your photo, can i do anything to make up for it?”

“there’s no need to feel bad!” you said quickly- waving you hands back and forth, “again it’s totally okay. you should probably get back to your friends though… they kinda ran off.”

you saw him look outside the window, scoffing a little, “i’m going to choose to ignore them.”

this made you laugh, it was a total 180 from his voice, it was cute.

“i’m y/n. i figure since we’re having a conversation it’s appropriate to introduce myself, since you’re not just falling over me and dipping.” you stuck your hand out again.

he looked at your hand and shook it, “anton.” his eyes curved which told you he was smiling. cute.

“um… your friend still isn’t here… can i sit with you?”

you nodded, might as well, it wasn’t like you were studying. he happily took a seat next to you.

“you’re in college right?”

you nodded, “mhm! photography major!” you opened a file and scooted your laptop to him. anton looked through your photos almost amazed.

“i’m trying to put together my portfolio right now actually. i’m hoping i’ll get a job soon.” you explained, leaning your head on your palm.

he practically perked up at this, “my friends and i need a photographer for our next show!”

“show?”

“ummmmmmmmmm.” anton scratched his neck, “yes. show. music. yaknow….”

you smiled, “honestly, if it pays well, i’d love to.”

he looked at you and nodded, really enthusiastically. you felt pride bubble in you for someone being so impressed by your work to offer you a job.

“can i get your number to get the details?” you asked, unlocking your phone, he was cute and even if the job didn’t work out, maybe a date would. you could hear his phone buzzing rapidly.

anton nodded again and put his information in, “text me your name n stuff and i’ll answer i promise.” he stood up, “i really need to get back to my friends they’re blowing up my phone… even though they ditched me…”

you laughed again, “no problem. i’ll text you!”

“yeah!” he was walking away from you smiling when he ran into the door awkwardly. almost like the scene of a movie. it was so cute.

he was so cute.

[crayooongle]

Just a little help (1.6k)

Kōtarō Bokuto x (f)reader

cw: unprotected sex, (f)receiving, oral, just a smidgen of overstimulation

pet names: baby, princess

summary: 

your boyfriend just got home from a game with some extra energy and he really needs your help draining it

 You truly hated how long this essay was taking you to write. You were hoping you would’ve been done before today but your constant procrastination put your goal to an immediate stop. It’s not that you didn’t know how to write a good essay, or that you couldn’t; but it’s not like your boyfriend was much of a help either. Whenever he’d come home to your shared apartment after practice or a game he’d cling right onto you like a koala. You knew if you’d accept his needy acts of affection you’d end up not getting any work done but he was just too cute to resist. 

 Today was gonna be different- at least you hoped it would be. Your boyfriend had a game today and you were planning on putting your foot down as soon as he tried falling into his typical routine. You were sure you would finally get to finish this assignment and turn it in by today if you just gently let Bokuto know he’d have to hold off on kisses and cuddling until you were done. 

 Just as you finished the 3rd page out of your 5 page essay, you decide to head to the kitchen for a little snack. With perfect timing your front door flung right open revealing your still sweaty boyfriend. His eyes lit up and a huge grin appeared on his face as soon as he saw you. 

“Y/N!!!” He cheered as he sprinted towards you to pick you up and spin you around as if you were a Disney princess. 

“I missed you so much. What’d you do today? Did you miss me? Did you eat?” He bombarded you with questions while holding you in his strong arms.

“I missed you too Bo calm down.” You giggled, “I really need to finish my essay today, can you just leave me alone until I’m done?” You ask and make sure to place a soft kiss on Bokuto’s cheek. 

He completely deflated and frowned, “finee”.

“Thank youuu, i promise we can watch a movie tonight as soon as I’m done. Now go shower, you smell like ass.” 

“I do NOT smell like ass,” he huffed seemingly offended, you just pushed him towards your shared bathroom instead of fighting with him. As soon as he hopped in the shower you went right back to typing away at your laptop. 

 It was a reoccurring theme for Bokuto to have left over energy after a game. Whenever he did, he usually just turned to you for help. Not to mention, Bokuto has a lot of stamina so he’d usually end up going several rounds with you but you didn’t mind it. Expectedly, today was one of those days but unfortunately you’d requested he’d leave you alone. He didn’t that think this would be a problem until he took his shorts off and saw how erect he was.

Bokuto tried to ignore it as he scrubbed himself clean but simply couldn’t. He just wasn’t able to get you off his mind. All the times he would have you in a mating press while slowly drilling into you were racing through his head. The way he’d maintain eye contact with you every-time you came was having his dick throbbing.  He got so accustomed to you letting him fuck the spare energy away that he didn’t realized how much he relied on you for these types of problems.

 Bokuto tried to just rub one out in the shower but no matter what he couldn’t finish. These lewd thoughts of you were all he could think about but his hand was simply not enough. Frustration was building up, he would’ve felt horrible asking you for help but it seemed like it was the only thing he could do. Bokuto finally gave up and stepped out the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist before making his way to the shared bedroom. Your eyes trailed his body once he walked in. The mixture of the way the water was glistening against his toned body, his hair down and slightly wet, and his towel hanging low exposing his V-line made butterflies swarm in your stomach. You two had been dating for about 3 years but every-time he got out the shower you couldn’t help but get flustered. 

 You drag your eyes back down to your laptop so you can focus on your work.

“You need some help baby?” Bokuto asked as he set his towel to the side. 

 “Oh yeah actually, can you just proof read-“ Bokuto cut you off by opening your legs and crawling in between them. 

 “Bo… what are you-“ You trail off while keeping your eyes on him. Out of sheer embarrassment you try to close your legs but Bokuto forces them open a bit aggressively. He continued by grabbing onto your thighs kissing his way up your body, slowly moving closer to your pussy. 

 You move your laptop to the side so Bokuto can remove your shorts and underwear. He got right back to work after that, starting by placing gentle kisses on your pussy. You subconsciously bucked your hips upward, the anticipation was growing and it was killing you.

 Bokuto began to lick slow long stripes against your pussy, you whined as you craved more. You slip your fingers into his still wet hair and you noticed Bokuto was grinding against the bed. He was definitely desperate for some sort of relief. 

 Bokuto ate you out like a starving man, it was messy but, the way he never made it seem like a chore to him always turned you on. He moved one hand off your thigh to bring it to your clit, he rubbed it as he hastily licked, sucked and kissed your pussy. He could tell you were getting close just by the way your legs were shaking around him and your moans were getting louder. 

 “It feels good, doesn’t it princess?” Bokuto asks in between kisses.

“Mhmm, so good needa cum soon,” is all you can let out, you’re too focused on the pleasure. Bokuto speeds up, he wants nothing more than for you to cum on his tongue and he’s determined to make sure it happens. 

 “Ahh, Bokuto im gonna cum,” Just as expected, you throw your head back and finish but Bokuto isn’t done. He starts to lick up the rest of your juices spilling out, making sure nothing goes to waste. You can’t do anything more than whine and beg for him to give you a break, it was just too much for you to take. After a couple more seconds he backs off and instead goes up to pull you into a heated kiss. He grabs your hand and places it right on his fully hard cock. You wrap your hand around it and slowly move your hand up and down. Bokuto groans in the kiss, he moves away from your lips to kiss at your neck instead.

“Please Y/N, I really need you,” He begs in between kisses. 

You continue to move your hand at a teasingly slow pace, Bokuto’s frustration only builds up.

 He flipped you over so you could be on top. Then, he grabbed onto your hips and put you in reverse cowgirl. He didn’t give you anytime to adjust, he just slammed you down against his cock. You yelped in response, Bokuto was far from small. His dick wasn’t the longest but there was enough girth for him to easily tear your pussy. 

 He had his hands on your hips to make sure you didn’t stop. He was just so close he couldn’t handle you delaying his release any longer.

“Say my name,” Bokuto let out in between moans

“Ahh Bokuto” You whined while rolling your hips.

Seemly dissatisfied with your answer, Bokuto sat up a bit to slide his arm around your neck and pull closer against him. 

“I said, say my name,” he growled right in your ear.

“Koutarou!” You practically screamed out. 

Bokuto pulled out so he could bend you over instead, he immediately slammed right back into you. You were gripping onto the bedsheets while your face was stuffed into your pillow. Bokuto wasn’t holding back at all. His hands were digging into your waist as he slid in and out of you with ease. His thrusts were getting messier and messier, he right on the edge of finishing.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” Bokuto groaned as he was trying to hold himself back from cumming right inside you at that very moment.

“Mhmm, im gonna cum,” you moaned.

Bokuto sped up, the room with filled with moans and the sound of skin slapping against each other. You were sure your neighbors could hear but that didn’t matter to either of you. 

“Fuck ahh, Y/N you feel so good,” Bokuto whined and threw his head back as he came. You came right after him and collapsed on the bed from exhaustion. 

 You both took a moment to calm down and catch your breath. But soon after, Bokuto scooped you up in his arms and cradled you like a baby. 

“Thank you so much Y/N, i loovvee youuu. Im really sorry for distracting you from your work,” he moved his head down kiss your forehead. 

“I love you too,” you playfully rolled your eyes at him.

He then got up to bring you to the bathroom so he could lovingly give you a bath as a sorry for interrupting you from finishing your assignment. Thankfully, you had enough energy to finish it after the bath.

[sunr1seblvd]

- red.

'cause loving him was red.

this is apart of my taylor swift-inspired series. click here to read more stories!

summary: a summation of you and rafe's relationship. a/n: merry christmas! (its november 1st when i'm writing this) warnings: bad relationships, drugs (what else is new), drinking/alcohol, lowk toxic!rafe wc: 742

you were watching netflix on your laptop when you got the call.

the call that would inevitably change your life.

"rafe? what's up?"

"who is this?" a female voice asked.

oh no.

"this is his girlfriend, who are you?"

"i'm his girlfriend, what ar-" you hung up the call.

when you were younger, you promised yourself that you wouldn't the type of person this would happen to. you'd have the man of your dreams, who'd be an amazing father, who'd be an amazing husband. you should've known that rafe was none of those things.

you shut off your laptop and plopped it on the floor, not caring how it fell. curled in the fetal position under the covers of your bed, your eyes burned as you cried and cried and cried.

you thought you and rafe had a good thing going. you were a senior at UNC and were probably going to get your doctorate, too. you met your sophomore year, the blonde enticing you.

you should've known.

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"ready to go, babe?"

rafe turned towards you and looked you up. "what are you wearing?"

you looked down at your outfit. it wasn't necessarily revealing, it was mid-july, for christ's sake.

"a tank top and shorts, rafe? want do you want me to wear? temple clothing?"

"no, but if your gonna be my girl, cover up. nobody wants to see all that," he said while grabbing his keys and leaned in the doorway. "just do it."

you felt a fiery pit of anger in your heart. who was he to say what you can wear?

"no rafe, it's almost 95 degrees outside! i'm not putting jeans on or a jacket."

rafe shrugged. "okay then." he then went downstairs.

"rafe? where are you going?" you followed him downstairs to the foyer,

"out."

"where is 'out'? why are you leaving?"

"probably topper's or the country club. it's exhausting to be in the same house as you sometimes."

you stood there, shellshocked. you tried to move your legs, to run to walk, to sprint, to do something.

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you woke straight up. no longer fully under the covers up your bed, you rolled over to look at your phone.

2:30 am

ten missed calls from rafe <3

2 text messages from Mom

you got up to go to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. jeez, you looked rough. your mascara smudged, chapped lips almost bleeding...

you need to think.

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"y/n?"

"come in."

your mom walked in to see you pouring over your notebook, computer, and guitar. you wrote and wrote and wrote, then erased and erased.

"what's this?"

"i needed to think. sometime last night i realized that i couldn't stay sad about me and rafe, so here i am."

"okay, just wanted to check up on you. your dad and i are having dinner in an hour, are you coming?"

"yep," you replied, not looking away from your computer.

your mom sighed. "okay...love you."

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"AHHH!! i got the audition!"

cleo, sarah, and kie whipped their head towards you and crowded around you and your computer.

"congrats!"

"good job!"

"what are you going to call the song?"

you got up and looked out the window in your room.

"i'm not sure."

then it dawned on you.

the relationship you had with rafe with rafe was passionate. the relationship you had with rafe was painful. the relationship you had with rafe was red.

burning red.

"it's gonna be called red."

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you were in the green room for your SNL slot. your audition went perfectly, and they offered you a record deal. so here you are, two years later, about to make your SNL debut.

"y/n?" one of the crew poked their head in "you're on in five, okay?"

"thanks!"

you turned back to the mirror, taking in your features. you think back to that last night two years ago, the smudged mascara and chapped lips juxtaposing your perfect eyeliner and perfect foundation.

your phone got a notification.

you didn't see a name.

who is this?

y/n. it's rafe. i'm sorry.

you rolled your eyes.

rafe, don't do this. don't come crawling back to me knowing full well you're the reason this relationship ended. you made this bed, lie in it. goodbye, rafe.

the same crew member poked their head in again.

"y/n? it's time."

you turned off you phone and shoved it in your purse.

younger you was right.

loving him was red.

[melancholyswayafterdark]

Omg omg could you write 2007!leo having to go training or whatever and he gets pent up from not doing it for a whole month so when he sees y/n he just goes feral and needs to top y/n so bad

TMNT 2007!Leonardo x Reader: Absence and its Effects on the Heart (NSFW 18+)

NOTE: this is my after dark blog, and you're going to find smut here. 2007 is a more mature version of the turtles, and they are around their early/mid 20s. MINORS DNI. WARNINGS : dirty talk, slight daddy kink? and missionary

happy late v day??? lol, I'm also a little rusty from writing NSFW, pls bear with me lol

Okay okay

Imagine Leonardo coming back from his training, and the first thing he does (after saying hello to his family, of course) is come to visit you.

His heart is beating so fast, and his sex drive is through the roof.

He makes his way to your apartment, flipping and sprinting on every rooftop his feet touch; he absolutely cannot wait to get a taste of you.

Leo's feral right now. I'm talking about eating nuts and berries in the forest feral (which he was during his training, but you know what I mean.)

He knew it would be difficult without seeing you for the duration of his training, and when April found him in the jungle one day, she convinced him to come back home.

(rather than Leo staying for an extra year of training, for the sake of the plot here, he's been gone an extra three months instead.)

His mind ran miles and miles faster as your apartment building came into view through the dark night. He needed to see you. Now. 

He doesn't bother texting you or calling; he'd rather keep his entrance a surprise. 

So when you hear the familiar sequence of knocks at your window, you could almost fall out of your chair from your laptop. 

"L-Leo?" You were unsure, and it had to be a dream. Maybe you were up so late from pulling an all-nighter from this assignment that you were hearing things. 

But, it wasn't until you heard the knocks again, only this time, a voice calling your name that sounded strikingly like your lover's. 

College homework could wait. Right now, Leonardo was at your full attention. 

You scramble to open the window, revealing exactly who you thought would be behind it. It's Leonardo, and his broad smile matches your own. He finally came back, and it wasn't a dream. You weren't seeing things. 

"Hey." Your eyes widened. The last time you saw Leo, he was telling you how much he loved you and that this training would be the hardest thing he's ever done. Leaving you would be the most challenging part of this whole overseas training thing. 

"H-Hey, Leo." Your voice is quiet from shock, yet your body instinctively runs toward the blue-banded turtle, his arms wide open for you to jump into them. 

It was like nothing changed. The only thing had been his love for you. It grew much stronger since the last time he saw your pretty face. 

"I missed you so much." Your voice is buried into his plastron, and you feel his heartbeat quickly. He was so excited to see you, truly. 

Leonardo enters your room as he was so accustomed to doing, sitting on the edge of the bed with you still in his arms. 

He wasted no time getting his first kiss since he returned. Your lips haven't met his since the last time you saw him a long while ago. You had been waiting for this moment. 

Leo had been waiting as well, his member immediately twitching in excitement as soon as he sat onto the bed with you on top. He was ready to make you his again. 

"I….I missed you so much, love." Leo's deep voice went to your neck, leaving butterfly kisses down to your sternum. It felt so good, Leo's touch. You couldn't imagine how hard it was for Leo out there all alone. But he was strong. By his looks, he handled himself very well overseas. 

"M-Me too, Leo. I…” Your sentence is interrupted as you feel teeth bite onto your neck, latching on and sucking in the spot that Leo knew got you going. Your breathy moan escaped your lips and into the air, Leo's ears capturing it and motivating him to continue. Your eyes closed, taking in the electric feeling of your boyfriend's hands gripping your waist, squeezing your bottom as his hands explored. Though a well-known terrain for the turtle, he wanted to feel all of you. He wanted to feel your skin on his, and that pesky pair of shorts you had been wearing were about to come off. He continued kissing your neck as your hands gripped his shoulders for support. 

The feeling of Leo's tongue swirling on your sweet spot satisfied you like no other. Leonardo was skilled with his tongue, and he knew it. You could feel his lips' smirk on your skin as your quivering voice asked him to continue. He wasn't stopping; he was just getting started. 

As you snap out of your euphoric trance and look down, your eyes meet the turtle's honey-brown ones. His half-lidded eyes, paired with his heavy breaths, had made you come to this doting realization: Leonardo was starving. He needed a taste of you and bad. 

You hadn't seen that look on his face since mating season, where he fucked you so silly on every piece of furniture you owned, leaving you a fucked-out mess just the way he liked it. 

You were in for a wild ride, and Leo's smug smirk had only enhanced the warm feeling pooling in between your legs. 

"Love, I…need you, bad." Tiny beads of sweat littered Leonardo's olive skin- he was so needy that he didn't know how much longer he could last before he absolutely devoured you. But, his visit was so unexpected that-

"I need you, too." Your lips moved toward his own neck, kissing and nipping in every place. Leonardo needed love, and he was about to get it. Suddenly, you felt yourself lifted, your legs wrapping around Leo's waist for support. He has that same hungry look in his eyes and throws you onto the bed as he undoes his belts. Your chest was heaving in anticipation, watching the leader take off his gear with urgency, throwing it to the corner of your room as if it were a nuisance. The terrapin stretched his limbs like he was about to work out. 

Well, technically, he was about to burn some calories. Lord knows how much. Sex-driven Leonardo is a little different than he usually is, and it took you mating season to see it. He was afraid it would drive you away, how rough and needy he was, but it only drove you closer to him. 

"Take this off for me?" You could hear low churrs come from your boyfriend's throat as he spoke, his raspy voice sending tingles down your body right to your sex. You did as you were told, unclipping your bra while Leo's hands went toward the hem of your shorts and panties, ripping them both off simultaneously. You felt the cool air hit your nipples and cunt, and your cheeks heated up as you watched Leo's eyes look all over your body. "You look so good, Y/n." His green hands moved toward your thighs, spreading them open as far as they could go without hurting you. He dropped to his knees and pulled your pussy closer to his face, his cocky grin and lust-filled eyes looking up at you as he put his nose right onto your clit. Inhaling, the turtle's instincts caused him to salivate slightly, the sweet smell of your sex shooting through his body. He couldn't wait to get a taste. 

"Fuck, Y/n. All for me?" You were dripping wet, and Leonardo didn't even get down to business yet.

Before you knew it, Leonardo's face was buried in your sex, and you felt his index finger tease your entrance before quickly slipping in, thanks to your natural lubrication. 

Leo's finger wasted no time pumping in and out of you, his tongue moving toward your bud, swirling around it as you sucked your teeth in satisfaction.

While Leo was thirsty for you, he was also longing to get this overdue orgasm out of his system. 

His free hand went down to his own sex, stroking his erect member as he ate you out. He didn't want a blowjob; he just wanted to be inside you.

Leonardo talking through eating you out was truly the cherry on top of this whole thing. 

He wasn't about to have you finish just yet, though. He wanted you to finish on his cock, not on his fingers. 

You felt just how hungry the turtle was with how he ate you out as if it was the last thing he would do. Mouth gaped slightly open and head thrown back from the feeling of Leonardo's tongue, you were in a sexual trance that was about to intensify.

However, it was placed on pause when you soon felt Leo's lips on yours, his tongue finding yours and dancing with it. The taste of your juices had littered his mouth, and his breath was hot from how intense he was just licking your pussy. 

"You don't know how long I waited to do this," He purred, "How I thought about this moment every single day since I left…I just…" Before you knew it, Leo had gripped your thighs, and you watched as his throbbing green cock had teased your entrance. His hand guided it up and down your folds; the familiar feeling of Leonardo's member being inches from your entrance did nothing but excite you further. 

"I couldn't help myself…I need you." Leo's usual raspy voice had turned into a possessive low churr; the thought of him about to stretch you out had caused your mouth to move on its own. 

"Yeah?" You teased, "I thought about you every single time I…" Leo's member was poking at your slippery cunt, only for it to slide right in like a missing puzzle piece when you revealed he was always on your mind, especially those times you had played with yourself when you missed his touch. It was enough for him to insert himself without warning, and a loud moan rang into his ears.  

His mouth had dived down to attack your breasts, sucking roughly on your left nipple while he toyed with the right with his fingers. With a few slow thrusts in and tongue flicks on your sensitive buds, he lifts his body up to look at you, brown eyes filled with desire looked back at your own, that twinkle you haven't seen for ages finally making itself known.

"May I, Hana?" You could tell Leo was holding himself back. He cared about your well-being, ensuring you really wanted this as much as he did before he went feral. 

He continued to slide in and out of you at an agonizingly slow speed. Though slow, you felt yourself being stretched out with each thrust Leo made. 

"Yeah, God, of course, you can, Leona-mmph!" Strap yourselves in, folks, and get ready for a wild ride. 

As soon as you granted him permission, he was ready to get to work. 

He didn't think twice before slamming himself into you, his girth almost having you drooling from how big he was inside you.

"Tell me how much you missed me, Hana." 

Leo used "Hana" in the bedroom only; it was his name for you. 

After all, you were his pretty, delicate flower. 

"I missed you so…fucking…fuck!" How did Leo expect you to spew out coherent sentences with how hard he was fucking you? 

"Mmm, shit, I…!" "Come on, Y/n, tell me," His smooth, honeyed voice masked his sinful words,

"Tell Daddy how much you missed him." 

Yes, sir! 

"I missed you so fucking much, Leo!" He continued slamming into you, quickening his pace as he went down and attacked your neck. Leo was love drunk, and his libido was the highest it's ever been. 

"Yeah? You like me fucking you, don't you?" Leo's sweet yet sexy voice rang through your ears, a knot forming in your stomach that was soon to come undone.

"You missed me inside you?" Grunts encapsulated your room that came from Leonardo, his sweat-ridden forehead connecting with your own as he made intense eye contact with you. He wanted you to look into his eyes while he fucked you senseless. 

You then felt yourself being picked up off the bed, your lover's cock still deep inside your walls. 

"I love this view, don't you, princess?" 

Yes, yes, you do. 

It was the perfect view. Light brown eyes with a fire of lust looked right at you. You loved this view: Leo under you while he thrusts up into you, hitting spots that missionaries couldn't reach. No time was lost with this position change. You felt your ass be held up by a pair of strong hands, feeling your walls tighten in anticipation for your orgasm as the leader's cock thrust itself into you from the bottom. Despite being under you, Leonardo still found a way to the top. 

"Dammit, Hana, I'm gonna- hah~...cum soon," You watched as Leo's mouth came slightly open, chest going up and down as his long green member inserted itself into you rhythmically, melodically even.

The view Leonardo had was enough to get him to finish, and he knew it. He got front-row seats to your tits bouncing, your wanton moans motivating him to not stop. He needed this, and oh- he needed to cum inside you- bad.

But not before switching it up one more time. His strong arms lift you up again, placing you back in missionary. He needed to see all of you, and he instantly put his thumb on your clit, flicking it as he watched himself enter and exit you both rough and fast. 

"Oh, fuck, Leo! Don't stop!" He wasn't going to, and you knew that. The brown-eyed turtle continued to fuck you silly, just like he did during mating season. This newfound feeling of clit stimulation caused you to tighten even more around Leo, and the smug yet breathless look on his face told you everything you needed to know: He was fucking loving it.

"Come on, Y/n, show me how much you missed me," Through gritted teeth, you heard Leo's request, which was enough to undo the knot in your stomach. With a few deep thrusts and a quicker thumb motion, you finally felt a wave of pleasure surge through your body. 

"Mmm! Fuck Leo, I'm…._" "Yeah? All for me?" The turtle's smile was plastered as he helped you ride out your orgasm; he kissed your forehead, sticky from sweat. 

"My turn." With one last kiss on your temple, he rode out his own orgasm, his grunts and moans sending shivers all down your spine. You felt warm ropes shoot from your entrance up through your wet cavern and felt all the extra pooled onto your bedsheets and onto your lower back. Leo didn't dare pull out; he wanted to fill you up to the brim, to show you just how much he had been waiting for this. He knew he came a lot, but to see your flushed face so focused on his twitching member as it pulsed the last drops of cum at an irregular tempo. As the final moments of his orgasm had finished, he collapsed onto you, his head laying on your chest for a soft makeshift pillow.

As you both lay tired, your mind couldn't help but wander into what position Leo was going to fuck you in after this rest break.

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Are we good for each other?

2. The Streamer

Bang Chan x F. Reader

Synopsis: Written according to y/n trophy. A story about how you two met. Both having a difficult life, finding peace in each other. Not without lots of drama. Just read it, it's great.

Genre: Enemies to lovers, soft, some smut, drama

Warnings: Under eating, depression, toxic ex (Let me know if I missed something)

Word count: 3298

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[6:15 PM]

Christopher walked into the studio. ‘’Why are you so late? We started like half an hour ago.’’, Changbin scolded at him. ‘’Sorry, something came up I had to go home first.’’, Chris replied. “Why?’’, Jisung asked him with curiosity. ‘’Doesn’t matter, let’s just continue, our break turned out way longer than I hoped.”, Chris said annoyed as they all got behind their laptops and continued on the song they were trying to produce. It wasn’t really working out the way Chris had planned. He thought this was going to be an easy song to write, yet it turned out to be such a pain in the ass. They couldn’t figure it out. It was almost like they’d been working so much lately that their brains couldn’t really handle another one and were in desperate need of a vacation or at least some time off. But they didn’t know when to quit. 

[7:03 PM]

They were still at it, when suddenly JYP came barging in. ‘’Okay guys that’s enough, close your laptops, now.”, he said as he took a seat on the couch next to them. They were a bit confused, also since they were extremely tired. ‘’What, why?’’, Jisung asked. Chris looked at the door opening and saw Jeongin standing there.

‘’I’ve heard about how hard you guys have been working and of your plans to finish the album earlier than expected but this is not right, I need my employees to be healthy and in the right mind. You guys are taking a break whether you guys like it or not.’’, JYP said firm, but sweet.

Chris looked back over at Jeongin since he knew he must’ve snitched on them. ‘’It was supposed to be surprise, to finish the album earlier, thanks mate…”, Chris said to Jeongin. “No no no, don’t blame him, it was all of the members who gave me info on your work behaviours. They are looking out for you guys, be thankful.”, JYP said. They all stayed quiet for a bit.

‘’Look, I understand you guys too, but this isn’t healthy. That’s exactly why I’m giving you all a break, including the other members.”, JYP said while looking at the 3 boys. Chris looked up with big eyes. “What, no, I can’t not work. I need something to do.”, Chris said stressed. “Yeah, about that. I know you’re a workaholic, so instead of giving you a vacation or something, I have a task for you all. Instead of working on your music, I want you guys to skill up on some of the ISAC competitions. Go try wrestling, or sprinting, maybe even archery. I don’t care what you decide to skill up on, but this year I want us to beat a lot of idols in ISAC. So maybe you’ll even find a new hobby out of this. It takes your mind of work, plus this is still kinda work. Since I’m asking you guys to do this.”, JYP said.

Chris wasn’t happy with all of this, but also realised that it might be the best thing to do for them right now. Normally he’d keep going until he couldn’t anymore, but seeing the other members go through the same thing made him concerned about them as well, so eventually he understood why JYP was doing this. “Alright, so from when do we- “, Chris tried to ask, when JYP interrupted him immediately. “Right away, leave everything at your desks, you’re free to go home and relax for now. Tomorrow, I don’t want to see anyone at dance or vocal practise let alone see anyone in the studio.”.

“And when do we go back to work again?”, Changbin asked. “Whenever I think is right, you’ll hear from me.”, JYP replied. “But really, please don’t see this as a bad thing, guys, I just want you guy to perform at your best and you need to calm down with the hard work, at least for a little while haha.”, JYP said laughing. The guys finally all gave in and felt at ease. Looking at each other like they could really relax now, for a while. JYP gave them all a hand and left the studio.

[7:41 PM]

Since JYP told them to take the rest of the day off, they were now all at the dorms. But Chris wanted to talk to all the members together, so Minho, Jeongin, Felix and Seungmin came over to their dorm, just for a little while. They were all sitting in the living room when Chris came back from the bathroom.

“So, what’s the plan Hyung?”, Minho asked him. Chris didn’t look that bright due to everything that happened today, yet he didn’t want to tell the members his hardship. “Well, JYP asked us to skill up on some of the ISAC subjects. Obviously were not gonna start until tomorrow, but it might be smart to think about which skill you wanna improve on.”, Chris said.

They all started thinking about the subjects and which one they’d enjoy the most. “I think I’ll go with archery, I’m not that great yet, I mean I can do it, I just wanna be even better.”, Jeongin said. They all agreed with him, that sounded nice. “I might try soccer, I’m not terrible but I definitely like to improve that skill.”, Seungmin said right after. “Nice!”, Chris said. They all smiled. Something about doing these fun activities, for “work”, was kinda fun after all.

The rest of the guys still had to think about it for a bit. “Do you think I could try and skill up on gaming? I know I’m pretty good already, but I’d really love to.”, Felix asked. “Uhm, well I mean I think JYP meant that you’d have to improve on a skill, you already got this down man, why not try something else?”, Chris replied as the leader he is. “Yeah, you’re right. I just thought it’d be nice, but no, you’re right. Maybe I’ll try archery too. What about you though, have you thought of anything you wanna do yet?”, Felix asked.

Chris stayed quiet for a little, he was thinking. He was already really good at almost every sport, he was fast, strong and got basically everything down already. “I don’t know man, do you have an idea of what I should improve on?”, he asked Felix. “Hmmm, well, why don’t you improve your gaming then?”, Felix replied. He looked up and saw the rest of the guys looking at him too. “Whyyyy do you guys always say I’m bad at gaming, I’m not that bad! Am I?”, Chris asked.

“Do you want an honest answ- “, Minho got cut off by Hyunjin. “You’re not THAT bad, but also not that great Hyung.”, Hyunjin said. Chris thought about it for a second. “I’ll sleep on it.”, Chris said. “Well, for now let’s all just relax, and tomorrow I wanna hear all of your ideas, and well find you a suitable coach for your skill.”, Chris said as he got up and waved the guys goodbye and went to his room. The guys all went on with their stuff and some went home to their own dorm. Besides Felix.

He went over to Chris his room. They’re really close so Chris didn’t mind. I mean they’re all pretty close, but Felix and him were just different together. Without saying anything Felix walked in and closed the door behind him.

Chris of course, couldn’t just do nothing, so he sat behind his small desk next to his bed. He really wanted to open his laptop but thought it might be better not to, since he'd see all the unfinished projects.

Felix walked over to the bed and laid on it. Took out his phone and opened up the streaming platform. His favourite streamer was on, playing his favourite game. He smiled at the phone, proud, since she had the lead score. Chris looked over at him. “Why are you smiling”, Chris asked. “Yeah, so there is this girl, she’s a streamer, but I actually have been playing together with her for a while now. She’s amazing at this game! Although I don’t know what’s wrong with her right now, she sounds very depressed.”, Felix said with an honest expression.

Chris was curious now and got up and lay down next to his friend, so he could see his screen too. “Like privately?”, Chris asked. “Yeah, I once contacted her and she replied, since then we’ve been gaming together a lot, almost every night.”, Felix said. “What’s her name?”, Chris asked cuz he was very intrigued now. “Well, her gamer tag is PurpleStrike00, but I mean I know nothing about her besides that. We both respected each other’s privacy. So, I don’t know, I never asked.”, Felix replied.

Chris watched her play; she was indeed amazing. They both kept watching for a while. Since there was no cam, only her voice audio, they listened carefully, as she explained her actions.

“So yeah, I see those two hiding behind that van, if I go from the right, I can snipe them easily, they’d have no idea where I’m shooting from. Ha haaa, see I told you. Damn I wish my friend was online right now to witness this beautiful double kill. Ah I’ll tell him about it later, he’s always on very late.”, the streamer girl spoke to her audience.

Felix and Chris looked over at each other, smiling.

“You know the guy I’ve been playing with lately right; you’ve probably noticed him in my team for a while now. He’s really good, we will definitely join championships next year.”, she spoke. “She’s definitely talking about you mate!”, Chris said to Felix, who just blushed.

The stream went on for a while when she suddenly started speaking again, in a very sad soft tone. “You guys wanna hear a little story while we’re waiting for the new match to load? You see today was actually a pretty bad day for me. Not that anyone asked but I just feel like telling this story, I hope you guys don’t mind.”, she said.

Everyone in the comments was very curious and asked her to tell it. “So today, I was just working at my job downtown. Lately I’ve just been a bit out of it, since I am currently not in a great place, but imma spare you guys the details on that. So, I try to help out a customer. Since he looked pretty stressed out, and I wanted to be nice and help him a bit by doing my job right for once. Yet of course everything went wrong. I tripped and spilled his drink on him by accident.”, she said very embarrassed.

Chris couldn’t believe his ears. Could this really be the girl from the café today? He stayed quiet and continued listening. “I mean this wasn’t the first time something like this happened, since lately I messed up a lot at work, but this time my boss had enough. She fired me. I mean I totally get it, the guy I was serving was actually pretty well known. You guys will know him too, but I’ll respect his privacy and will not say his name, but I’m pretty sure that I got fired, since my boss knew who he was too.”, she spoke.

Chris looked down. He already felt bad for her when it happened but now after he heard her say she wasn’t in a good place to begin with he felt even worse. He may have been a bit upset in the moment, but he couldn’t care less if someone spilled a drink on him by accident, it could happen to anyone.

Felix looked over at him. “What?”, he asked. “Nothing, just…that’s a pretty upsetting story.”, Chris said. He didn’t want Felix to know it was because of him, since Chris now blamed himself. Felix stayed quiet for a little bit but then suddenly looked up at him with big eyes. Chris was confused.

“Okay hear me out, what if, we ask JYP to hire her as a coach, to help you with your gaming skills? That’s a perfect plan! Then she gets a new job, and you can learn skills from the best. Plus, I know her so I can ask her straight away.”, Felix said all excited. Something inside Chris liked the idea, cuz then he’d be able to make it up to her. But also felt guilty and was kinda scared.

“Uhm, I don’t know man, what if she doesn’t want to?”, Chris said. “Well, I can just ask her if she’s interested right? Maybe she doesn’t maybe she does. I’ll message her, wait.”, Felix said. Chris felt hesitant but stayed quiet. Felix texted her and she responded through her stream.

“Hey, I see my friend is online guys, I think imma go for today. It was fun, I hope to see you guys in the next stream. Bye for now!”, she said and ended her live stream. Immediately she called Felix.

~

Phone call

Y/n: Hey AussieBlaze_LYB, I saw your text what’s up, you’re off early, wanna join a match? I’m just done streaming. (You sounded a bit upset, still after all, happy to hear from him though, since he’s kinda your only friend at the moment, even though you don’t know him)

Felix: Hey, yeah, I got off early today, there were some complications, I’ll tell you about it soon. But hey, I don’t wanna be rude to ask, but what was with that story just now, I listened to your stream, you got fired? (Felix said with an understanding tone)

(You started crying softly not able to say another word due to all mixed feelings)

Y/n: Sorry I really do not wanna be pathetic right now but as a matter of fact I am. I am a loser. (You explained everything again and with more detail, also what you were feeling in the moment) Sorry, I know it might be a lot to take in, but I feel like we can talk comfortable with each other like that since were pretty close now.

Felix: Hey hey slow down, breath, of course you can talk to me about problems. You see, I know we do not know each other besides the fact that we game together, but I feel like you need someone to talk to right now, and I’m here. Ready to listen. This might be crazy of me to ask you this, but what’s your real name?

(You were hesitant at first. Since he still could be a 40-year-old creep in a dirty basement somewhere. But something in you didn’t care for a second since you were so desperate for attention)

Y/n: Please do not tell anyone else, but my name is Y/n. What’s yours?

Felix: Y/n is such a cool name, my name is Felix.

(You both were laughing after that since you had long debates about not ever telling each other. Then there was a little conversation about this and that, he wanted to hear you laugh since he knew you were upset, and tried to make your day a bit better)

Felix: Okay Y/n listen, I have like the weirdest question ever. You see, where I work, we have an assignment right now. And long story short, we need someone who can teach my group mate how to game.

Y/n: Hahaha well then why don’t you teach, you’re amazing.

Felix: Well, you see that’s kind of the thing, I have to do another assignment, so I won’t be able to. This is actually for work, so like you’ll get paid and everything.

Y/n: Hmhm, so were doing charity work now huh Felix?!

Felix: No no no, not like that, I just figured since you needed a job, and I kinda need you to help me out, so it’ll be a win-win situation, right?

(While you two were having this conversation, Chris was obviously still in the room listening to it all. He felt worse and worse about the situation. He’d now have to spend days, maybe weeks with you, while he knew you didn’t even know it was for him yet. Should he say something? He just couldn’t)

Y/n: Well, to be really honest, I do need the money, I’m barely have enough money left for food, let alone rent this month. So yes, I’ll take it! But you do need to inform me a bit more.

Felix: Okay well, just meet me at this address tomorrow morning. (He texted you the address).

(Then you agreed and asked for things like what you should wear or bring. You started to sound very tired to him, so he preferred it if you’d take some rest for the big day tomorrow. Both of you said your goodbyes and hung up the phone)

~

“See, I told you she’d be interested! This is gonna be so fun, I wonder what she looks like.”, Felix said all excited towards his friend, who smiled but seemed very uneasy still. “Dude what’s up, you seem uneasy. Did you not want me to ask? I think it’ll be great though!”, Felix said while sitting down next to the boy who was currently pacing nervously in him room.

Chris decided he had no other option now but to tell him. “You see mate, today…(he explained how he was in a café and the exact thing as in her story happened today in the café he was in.) and I kind of think she’s talking about me….”, Chris said, looking terrified at his friend's reaction.

“Bro, what a coincidence, but I don’t think it’ll be a problem right? That’s so funny though, you’ve seen her in real life, was she pretty, what did she look like, what was she wearing?”, Felix asked all excited. Chris only remembered your crying face while you walked out. He ignored you from the start so didn’t fully get to take it all in properly. He stayed quiet for a bit.

“Felix, you gave a girl a job, while I know she’s not gonna want it after she finds out it’s for me, and I didn’t say anything just now.”, He said putting his hands through his hair. “Why would it matter, why would she not want it?”, Felix said acting dumb. “Didn’t you hear her just now, she despises me, she got fired because of me, she probably hates me, she even said she knew who I was.”, Chris said a bit more panicked than before.

“Well let’s be honest, she didn’t even tell me privately who you were, so something in her respects you and your privacy.”, Felix said smirking. Chris just looked at him dumb founded. “Let’s just leave it for now, go take a nice warm bath, and just relax, I’ll see you tomorrow in front of the gate at work, around 7 am. I’ll tell her to be there at that time too over text. Everything will be fine.”, Felix spoke as he encouraged his friend to stay calm. Then Felix left right away, so Chris wouldn’t have time to respond.

[11:03 PM]

You had laid out your outfit for tomorrow. It was a very nice expensive dress, your ex once got for you. You hated wearing it, but it was the only formal thing you had, and you wanted to look professional. You were super excited. Sadly, it was still a few hours of sleep, before tomorrow, so you decided to just hit the hay with a very excited feeling in your stomach. Felix had texted you the time and address. Which made you feel warm. You really felt like you could trust him. Only time will tell now.

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