#[I figured it was time to switch things up a bit]

[tyunningism]

Fuck me like you mean it !!

── .✦ pairing: h.k x reader

Browsing an adult dating app is the last thing you should be doing when you’re failing your college classes, but who’s to blame you when you’ve got your eye caught on an anonymous user with a hot bod, apart from the nerdy guy in your chem class who’s tutoring you? xx

╰┈➤MDNI - NSFW content ahead... …or in simple words… ɴᴇʀᴅ!ᴋᴀɪ x ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᝰ.ᐟ wc - 12.2k words

warnings!! and mentions!! switch!reader, blowjob, sex in public but enclosed space, vulgar language, reader’s a bit mean, stomach bulge, riding, cunnilingus, masturbation, sexting, slight nipple play, fleshlight use, big dick!kai agenda, lots of sex mention but overall quite mild i think !! Might’ve missed some things

tyunningism’s note: I seriously wasn’t planning on getting this done until like early July but every time I have time on my hands I end up coming back to finish off parts of this fic !?? Need to go on a whole course on how to write smut better bc I genuinely feel deenergised + decided to make reader filthy rich as well to add a bit more to her character !!??

“9 assignments Miss L/N.”

Fuck. Literally who decided to make the deadlines for chemistry so short?!! 4 months is barely anything- like- you have a life outside of college too you know?

“Thermodynamics study. Due 4 months ago. Submitted, nothing.

Kinetics research. Due 6 months ago. Submitted, nothing.”

The sound of pages flicking like your professor’s reading a whole criminal case log irritates you, it’s not like you didn’t complete anything?!

“Reactions thesis. Due 7 months ago. Submitted a video of yourself opening up a pair of Louboutins.”

“In my defense professor you didn’t tell me I submitted that video on accident until two days after it was due!”

“And I haven’t received a single updated document from you over the last seven months for that assignment.”

“Touché.” You dust off your pencil skirt too bored out of your mind to spare your babbling professor an ear, admiring the new manicure you got done when you were out in LA during finals last week.

“Ahem. Are you listening Miss L/N? I said at this rate you’re headed towards failing and needing to retake.”

Failing??

Ohmygosh failing!!!

“No you can’t do that Peter! My father’s going to kill me if you fail me this year!! And I need that credit card- so please? Can’t you just let me sneak in to second year?” Seems like batting your eyelashes is too old school now even for your ageing professor.

“It’s Jenkins, Professor Jenkins- remain professional will you? If I permit you to go ahead in to your second year what will I say to the board when they question why you’re lacking behind the rest of the class?”

God, this is unbelievable.

You roll your eyes and slide your manicured hands along his desk to flick to the gradebook with your nail, scanning your eyes along masses of F, F, F, F and oh- a D!!

Grinning like you’ve beat the stupid system you point at the D right next to your name,

“See? A D! That’s enough to get me a spot for next year right?”

“If you’re looking to apply for mopping the hallways of the Chemistry lecture halls then sure, but your grade has consistently failed to meet a pass in both semesters. I can’t figure why you qualified for this course when you show no skills nor interest in studying Chemistry.” He raises his eyebrows for your answer but all you can focus on is the huge zit between the wrinkles lining up on his forehead..gross.

Well, you don’t really know why you picked Chemistry because your brain can’t even handle the easiest topics apart from getting the mclaren you wanted for you birthday if you went ahead with it. Your father can’t blame you if you’re ass at the course can he?

You chew on the fat of your bottom lip, eyes squinting to observe your professor’s physiognomy: wrinkles carved in to his dehydrated skin, the coriander loosely hanging in between his teeth as he speaks and a balding head with hedgerows of graying hair sticking out measly. No way in hell are you sleeping with him for some stupid grade- at least save it for Professor Duncan who’ll fabricate a top grade in your Politics class if you send him some pictures (Haven’t tested the theory yet, but Momo’s sister said it worked and she graduated just fine).

By the looks of it you can’t fake your grades with a bit of daddy’s money like you did in Highschool to get you where you’re at right now, the Cartier watch that released this summer is glistening around his wrist and of course you can’t help but admire !! If the rumours are true he probably got it from his sugar mommy half his age, yeah..better to keep those emergency funds for the new collection miu miu’s dropping.

“This is serious Miss, staring at my face isn’t going to cut it.”

Fuck, now your old bum of a professor thinks you were checking him out. Even if he was the last man on earth you wouldn’t spare him a look..

“So, I’ve set you up with the top student for some tutoring sessions over the next couple of weeks, and an exam at the end of summer which will decide whether I can give you a pass in to next year. Take this as a warning, make use of Taehyun as best as you-“

Burning sensations sting in your palms which now laid slammed on to the mahogany of the wooden lectern. Taehyun? As in Kang Taehyun who you gave a wedgie to in 5th grade? What makes this old fart think that nerd won’t try to sabotage you instead of tutoring you?

“No! I’m not being tutored by that freak!” Steam is blowing from your nose as you utter the insulting words with defiance.

“I don’t see the issue with a well qualified student like Tae-“

“I’m sure the headmaster won’t see an issue when I show her the Venezuelan model you’ve been seeing on campus grounds either.”

It’s so rewarding to see him swallow his next words and close the gradebook in defeat.

Guess the rumours are true after all,

“Fine. I’ll ask Kai if he’s up for some extra credit.”

Except this time the name doesn’t ring a bell, hell- was there ever a Kai in your lecture hall? Sounds like he’s been celibate his whole life!

Shit, he’s been celibate his whole life.

The endless tapping of your pen starts to become monotonous in the silence of the library. If only your father didn’t threaten to freeze your card if you didn’t attempt to try and learn for once then you wouldn’t even think of showing up in a place like this. Megan was supposed to be bringing her hot brother to lunch today too..

The timid male doesn’t seem to speak much either, he keeps to himself and talks strictly in whispers as he goes over what he’ll be tutoring with you over the next week, dumb chemical reactions and what not..can’t you just graduate, get a degree and leave the actual work to people like Kai instead?

Kai’s some silent guy who sits at the very front of the lecture hall. Always clad in something loose like a hoodie even when it’s sweltering in Summer and religiously reserved to himself although he usually sits next to, gag, Taehyun.

Anyone else would say they see the back of his head more than they see his face and it applies to you too, always sat at the very back in your designated seats with your friends and scrolling Instagram, or better even, gossiping about the new hidden gem you guys found out about a couple weeks ago.

“Let’s arrange a meeting every..hm.. Tuesday?” His voice is hushed and gentle, barely above a whisper.

You lean across the small desk space offered to you with your hands intertwined and nestled below your chin.

“Say Kai, do you have Winkchat?”

Pretty amusing to watch him gulp and look down at his feet at the mention, a nerd like him probably has an insta feed filled with philosophical quotes or some shit, let alone an account on an 18+ dating app.

A hand leaves its spot from under your chin to brush the hair covering his eyes away; what’s the point of having those thickly framed glasses if he’s going to have his hair covering his eyes anyway?

But seems like your hospitality hasn’t grown on him at all because he flinches back so cartoonishly even if your finger is miles away from his face.

“S-Sorry!!! I was just startled, uhm..no I don’t have it.”

“Pfft, you don’t have to be tense with me Kai, promise I don’t bite.”

“Yeah..I know.”

If only you could see how he’s beating himself up over being so awkward right now. Of course he knows you, besides Taehyun’s never ending rants about the time you lied about having a crush on him in middle school upon piles and piles of other stories, Kai has known you for longer than you think.

The college’s princess, you and your friends are always walking around the campus with everyone spun and weaved around your finger like marionettes. There’s always a trail of the college’s varsity team trailing behind with their tongues panting at the sway of your hips and the stretch of your signature pink miniskirt your father shipped from Italy saddled on it. Heaps of shopping bags worth five times his tuition clung to their biceps; following you mindlessly like brain-dead zombies to load them in to the back of your sports car among countless others he can’t name.

You live a glamorous life in your tiny 6 inch heels and perfectly styled curls, dainty sunglasses buried pristinely on top of the crown of your head like embedded jewels that could feed a whole country if you ever bothered to auction them.

But he’s known of your prima donna life since he first started volunteering at a nearby animal shelter in high school, watching discreetly behind the shelves of donated food as you squat down to coo at a siamese the shelter’s been homing for years. Every Sunday he would wait for you patiently to enter through the double doors with your black Hermès handbag, all to drop it off in the volunteer room to change in to a poorly weaved ‘volunteer’ apron so you could help clean the cubicles and cages.

Kai doubts anyone else on campus has seen you more authentically than he has. After he stopped volunteering there he would take the longer route on his walk back to his apartment, walking past the shelter just to peep if your flashy sports car was still parked there as usual on Sunday. He doesn’t know when he pushed the whole ‘puppy love’ agenda by having a fat crush on you, he doubts you even notice him among the list of all the other guys head over heels for you.

”My friend Momo told me you’re a genius isn’t that like so crazy? Can’t believe people like you really exist and aren’t some super duper realistic robots made to only study maths and science. Oh my God- do you watch shows? Do you like..know who Rihanna is?”

His mouth drops absurdly in confusion; did he really seem that out of touch and abnormal to you?

“I do..maybe it doesn’t seem that way.”

What comes next is not what he was expecting because you’re clutching on to your stomach howling in laughter which only makes him frantic and wave his hands about to quiet you down before you both get kicked out of the library.

“Ahah- awhh, you’re so adorable Kai. I was only joking~ don’t get your panties in a twist over it.” Something please swallow him whole right now so you can’t see the beet red starting to grow on his face.

“Psst! Come on Y/N!! Sunghoon’s gonna take us carpooling downtown, don’t cancel on us now.”

An ecstatic Sullyoon rocks against the metal frame of the balcony above the library, beckoning you to join her and your other friends in to skipping classes again.

“Wait! I’m coming give me a second!” Packing the blank-paged note book and pens in to your bag you lock eyes with the strands of hair still blocking his,

“Sorry Kai! I know this isn’t ideal but I need to go like really really desperately so I’ll text you the details for the next session yeah?” A phone slides right in front of him on complete brightness which makes him wince, an empty contact page. The second he types in his phone number you hurry off in to the distance, the six inch heels strutting away still rings in his head minutes after you leave the library, still giddy he finally got to talk to you.

Out on the college parking lot is Sunghoon’s parked Cadillac convertible with a couple of girls including Sullyoon and Momo leaning against it while they conversed with him.

“Hey princess.” The taller male whistles at you with an all-too recognisable girl sweetly attached to his arm.

“Why call me over if you’ve got company? I don’t carpool if I’m not in the passenger seat.” Your hand digs in to your handbag for a pack of tissues which you offer to Rue, who’s still clinging on to Sunghoon’s arm.

“You’re starting to sweat on your nose beautiful, we don’t want that in your car do we Hoon?” A voice so alluring could make Sunghoon sign off to enlist his whole life serving in your name, triggering Sullyoon and Momo in to boisterous laughter when he shakes Rue off him slightly too aggressively to save her any face.

“Quick, hop in losers!” Sullyoon beckons.

“Ugh fuck!” The discarded girl watches as you buckle yourself in to the front seat of the leather-back rest as a slender hand tussles through your hair to frame your face in harmony with the sun.

“Oh, and tell your brother thanks for the manicure by the way~ Ask him if my cunt tasted good.” With that, Sunghoon presses down on the accelerator which carries you out of campus grounds and on to the high way with dangerous ease.

“Wooo!! You’re such a bitch Y/N don’t get me wet now.” Momo leans forward and swings her arms around you with a beer can loosely held in her hand, a smile forms on your face watching Sullyoon drag her back in to the back seat before they got fined for not having seatbelts on at this speed.

“What else can you expect of our college princess? That bitch really has some nerve trying to climb in to our circle through Hoon, and you horny fucker let her!” An aggravated Sullyoon kicks the back of Sunghoon’s seat playfully all the while recording the blocks of apartments and houses flash by in laughter.

“I think she’s quite cute is she not? Still pales in comparison next to you though.” Additional warmth from Sunghoon’s hand resting on your thigh triggers you to open your mouth again,

“Gross, you’re like a brother to me Hoon.”

“Oh really? Sunghoon told us he fucked you stupid at the birthday party he threw for you.”

And this is why you should’ve kept your loud mouth shut.

A questioning eye burns through Sunghoon’s conscience,

“Hoon!! Why would you tell them that?! And for clarification I fucked him stupid, not the other way round and it sucked.”

Sunghoon chuckles but with an underlying tone; like he’s pissed off by your bold accusation (the truth) because it hurt his fragile masculinity by a mile.

“Sounds like someone needs to get laid.”

“Yeah, I’m aware, thanks Hoon.”

“Didn’t I tell you to try out Winkchat?” Just hearing the words come out of Sullyoon’s mouth makes you groan in frustration.

“I have standards baby, I’m not going to fuck the first guy I see on my recommended because his limp dick flashed me when I opened up the goddamn app.”

“But the moment you hit gold like Sullyoon did with her man you’ll be addicted literally.”

Fine. You’ll give the stupid sexting app another chance.

Unlocking your phone you swipe among hundreds of other apps to tap on to the pink icon, thousands of message requests and notifications flooding your account with just a photo of your face and an a-line shirt is enough to drive any man crazy in this day and age.

As you expected to see on the explore page, another tiny weiner pic. No chance.

Some gym bro in Manhattan who spent all his effort in his arms and no where else and now looks top heavy, laughable.

And a man who dresses like we’re stuck in the 1800s.. what great luck do you have.

Just as you’re about to swipe off the app and delete the tab your thumb accidentally swipes to the next profile.

A subtle picture of a hand discreetly lifting up a band tee, teasing, revealing only a fraction of dimly shaded but defined abs under neath from a low angle, a long etched dragon tattoo running between the ridges of muscle and painted with a slight beauty mark.

There’s no face in any of the profile’s slides at all but it’s enough to captivate your eye, ranging only from pictures of his abs to a video of him playing guitar, a freshly made account by the looks it with nothing else in the bio except his age and the city you were also in. Jack pot, a straight friend request to user ‘kkh.txt’.

An arm reaches to snatch your phone away out of your hands. “You’ve been silent this whole time because you’re back on Winkchat tut-tut, knew you’d be hooked. And hey who is this!! He’s got a hot bod, shame you can’t see what he looks like.” Momo snatches the phone off Sullyoon to inspect the same montage of abs, tattoos and guitar playing videos.

“I can tell he’s hot just by looking at the posts, he’s not pushy with it or flashing his shit, he knows he’s sexy as hell geez.”

“Not that I care about what he looks like, that tattoo on his stomach fuckk come my way!” You snatch your phone back and take a couple of screenshots of his profile to save for..later. But Sunghoon has other plans,

“Let’s head to the tattoo shop actually I’ve been wanting to-“

“Don’t even think about it Hoon. I’d actually retch on the spot if you came out with one of those tacky poorly coloured rose tattoos.” Momo jokes, which sparks more anger in Sunghoon’s already fuming head.

“Ah! I forgot I was going to ask, how’s that nerd who’s tutoring you? Is he not super sweaty in that hoodie?”

How were you supposed to know Sullyoon?!!

“Hmm, he’s a bit awkward and all over the place. But he’s quite cute actually, in the sense that he’s entertaining to watch because he flinches at everything.” The events of trying to brush away his hair replays in your mind again, yeah he’s probably never felt a woman’s touch before.

“So would you fuck him?” Sunghoon mutters through gritted teeth like he’ll explode if you said something he didn’t like.

But honestly? Yeah you’d fuck a nerd. It’s the ego boost that really gets you going and the way they practically yearn for a bit of action on their virgin dicks, exactly your type really as much as you’d hate to admit.

“Why not, he’s got pretty lips and he’s tall.”

“Eww!! The bar is in hell girl.” Momo sticks two fingers in her mouth and retches a fake gag.

“Watch it be the next new trend to fuck nerds the moment word gets out that she does, that’s so fucking hilarious!”

All the talk about it being gross doesn’t put you off though, in fact it only intrigues you further, what if Kai could eat pussy like a champ? It’s not like it’s a crime to try is it?

“I can’t believe her.” Taehyun scowls through his bared canines. He jabs his cutlet with a plastic fork from the campus’ canteen and lifts it on to Kai’s plate.

“Hearing her name is enough to ruin my appetite.”

Kai, who gladly accepts the cutlet, pays no mind to the start of what’s going to be another of those ‘Taehyun’ rants about you that never end. Instead his eyes are glued to his faint reflection in the glass behind his best friend.

“I think she’s quite nice. Better than what you’d expect from how devilish you describe her.”

“Because she is the devil Kai! Have you not been listening to all those traumatic sufferings I’ve had to deal with since 5th grade because of her?” Taehyun pushes up the round thick glasses back up his nose, the outdated kind you’d expect to see in a retirement home and not someone in their early 20s.

“I think you’re being dramatic Tyun.”

“You think I’m being dramatic? That spawn from heck freaking ditched you thirty minutes early today! She treats people like they’re insects.”

Not that Kai would mind if you treated him like an insect, he’s already over the moon that you acknowledged he exists today.

“Do you think I should get a haircut?”

The suddenness of the question knocks the air out Taehyun’s lungs, causing him to cough and spit all over his (and Kai’s) food, a hand quickly grasping for water which only makes it worse.

“W-what?! Since when did you care so much about how you looked Kai..I thought you liked it long!”

He does like it long, but he also wants to prevents another woeful incident where he flinches away simply because you wanted to move the hair out of his face.

“I do it’s just more..convenient? I might ask Beomgyu if he can take me to his uncle’s barber shop later once he finishes Chess Society after lunch.”

The answer is straight from the heart and sincere so of course Taehyun can’t say no! Not to an angel like Kai who people pleases everyone at the chance.

That’s when he sees it, a small ping!- that lights up his phone to reveal a lock screen of some anime character you for sure wouldn’t be able to name.

‘y/n.553 sent you a chat request, chat back to her now ❤️🔥’

His eyes nearly jump out of his head. It can’t be, right? Just someone with the same name, just a mere coincidence.

“I’ll catch you later Taehyun I need to go submit in something.”

Regardless of the other man’s bewildered cries, he leaves in a hurry with his phone clutched tight in his clammy hands and right in to the men’s bathrooms. Not the greatest place he could hide his screen right now but it’s all that came to mind.

Defintely you. He can’t mistake that face for anyone else. Your profile isn’t even completed, only filling two out of three slides with a selfie and a beach photo that you also posted to your instagram, but the flame next to your name suggests you’re receiving loads of requests and a hot topic anywhere, even on dating apps.

Originally, he created an account to boost his confidence about the abs he worked on all through last summer after being stuck on gym propaganda while Beomgyu was crashing at his apartment; except Beomgyu’s motivation to become the bulky ‘jock’ and not a neek he aspired to be died within the first week of training.

It’s what pitched Kai to get a tattoo in the first place when he realised how big of a turn on it was for women who started to flood his profile with messages. Nothing more nothing less than a side practice to keep his confidence up a bit when he was basically invisible to the rest of his peers in real life.

Though this, this is different. Something more electrifying, experimental and dangerous if he had the guts to reply back; a shaky index lightly hovers over the ‘message’ button next to your icon, shit he’s doing it.

y/n.553: Youre hot. Where did u get the tattoo frm

Truth be told Kai doesn’t know how to make an impression on you, all he knows is that as long as you’re unaware it’s him, he can make as bold of a persona as he likes.

You: Downtown at Ink-lution. Heard of it before pretty?

y/n.553: No but it sounds niche thats so hot

y/n.553: thats the equivalent of buying me a necklace and choosing Chopard

All the names you’re throwing at him are cryptic in his mind, still thinking of what to respond without letting his awkwardness seep through as he leans an arm against the stall door.

you: yeah I wasnt gonna get it at first but im glad I did.

y/n.553: Asking for a friend do you have more ab pics x

Ab pics? Now? He infers you must’ve liked the profile he’d meticulously picked out if you were asking not so secretly for more pictures of his abdomen. Kai’s not going to say no to you though, he’s more enthusiastic than he ever has been to lift up the entirety of his hoodie just below his nipples and test a couple of angles and lighting. Must’ve kept you waiting with how long it took for him to decide on which to send out of the billions he took, but he settles on a simple photo, leaned back against the stall door and a full shot of his abs only on surface level, but if your eyes wandered you’d spot the purposely unzipped fly of his jeans to reveal a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

When he hit send he expected a quick thank you or something commenting on the photo, but after 5 minutes there was nothing on your end making him doubt in all the decisions he made in taking the photo or even the way he texted you since the start.

Yet through the screen he can’t see the sweat beading down your forehead nor the hand snug between your thighs. Your back arches like a sculpture from the comfort of your mattress as your fingers naïvely dance around your core, flicking and rubbing mindlessly at a sore clit you just can’t seem to get the pleasure out of to orgasm!!

There’s no way in telling whether the unzipped fly was intentional or not but the subtle naughtiness of it makes your mouth drool at the thought. Whoever this was you needed to fuck, now, like real bad.

Stained fingers are wiped along the bare of your chest as you swipe off the photo to send a voice message, needy and dripping with want.

“Can you..please say something crazy, fuck I’m gonna lose my mind.”

Kai jumps from how breathy you sound, instinctively turning down the volume just so he could hear your voice. He thinks he’s going to go insane from how desperate you sound through breathless panting; you’re touching yourself to his photos and that’s enough to make his knees buckle in and tighten his boxer briefs.

He checks to make sure no one else is within earshot of him before he says the most humiliating line in his decades of living; something completely stolen from a crappy porn site he found himself on a couple days ago. He nervously presses down on the record button and hushes his voice an octave lower than usual,

“Be a good girl and cum for me.”

Looks as if you couldn’t decipher that the voice belonged to him because you only respond with a photo of your dripping cunt, leaking your juices on to your bed sheets where two manicured fingers spread open your gaping hole.

y/n.553: want you to fill it up, pls?

Slight confession though- Kai’s never touched let alone sexted a woman before, he’s still vaguely new to the whole sending nudes thing; but the ache in his pants and the lewd material enveloping his brain only increases his blood pressure by gallons directly headed towards his dick.

He remembers watching a guy do a whole step to step tutorial on how to jerk off extra good, having to lubricate his hand with a glob of his own spit and giving himself a couple of beginner strokes. Whenever his hand lightly rubs along one of the sensitive veins that grows thicker towards the base of his cock he hisses, having to pause or else he’ll cum on the spot just from imagining you.

[kkh.txt sent you an attachment]

Your jaw fucking drops is an understatement.

Withdrawing from your attempts at a second orgasm and sitting up straight on your bed to analyse the dick pic the anonymous user had sent was a new experience for sure.

He’s huge. God he’s monstrous even. Coke can girth you’d only expect to see on those heavily edited porn thumbnails and curved with a bulbous tip which sits prettily above the bulging veins leading to it. A pearl-like bead of pre-cum emerging from his pink dusted tip!! <3

There’s pretty much hearts in your eyes as you rush towards your wardrobe of your secret stash of sex toys hidden in a glittery pink box below your handbag collection; a couple of handcuffs and vibrators are strewn against the carpet in the process but you eventually find what you were looking for.

A 7.2 inch silicone dildo you stupidly assumed you could handle when you bought it six months ago, but the stretch of it was so insane you couldn’t think properly as you tried to sink down on it, and now when you compare it to the picture the anonymous tattoo guy had sent you can immediately tell the flimsy piece of silicone was no match for him.

y/n.553: ❤️

y/n.553: how big r u? looks huge

Kai gulps because he genuinely doesn’t know, he’s never thought of himself as huge even if he knew he definitely wasn’t small down there either. If he was attempting to measure with his hand which isn’t too far off the size of his dick then he guesses it would be around 8 inches.

kkh.txt: Uhm, never rlly measured but im guessing 8 inches.

8 inches?!! You’d have to make a trip to the ER if you ever let that thing inside of you!

You crawl to the full length mirror and spread your knees apart to sit back down on your legs, the dildo placed in the gap between as you watched where it reached in the mirror to quickly snap a photo.

y/n.553: This is only 7 inches..imagine how full youd make me feel with 8..

Kai’s face burns as he observes the way your hand points at where you’d feel him in your stomach, there’s something so sexy in the way you talk that makes Kai feel light headed and drunk on your sex energy. All he can think of is how he’d absolutely break you if he ever got too harsh with you and if that’s the case he’s fine with paying any medical fees !!

Over the past week you’ve dedicated all your time you usually would spend on shopping or getting your hair styled has been directly spent on messaging the hot tattoo guy on WinkChat. Momo’s right- the moment you’re hooked it’s impossible to stop.

Except one thing that’s frustrating you out of your mind and the sole reason for the graying hairs ready to pop out of your scalp any moment now; you seriously know nothing about the guy and it doesn’t sound like he’ll ever share anything about him or his whereabouts before you could even get a taste of the big dick heaven that should be awaiting you.

Which is why you’re complaining to Momo over the phone right now with a bowl of acai in your hands,

“I’m telling you girl he’s got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen in my life. Oh my god I sounded like a virgin there didn’t I?!”

“Whatt? Even bigger than San in business?” Momo queries, you can hear the soft buzz of tv in the background of her audio; what a bitch! Is your dilemma not entertaining enough for her or something?

“Ehh, San’s big but he’s got no flair to it you know? Feels more like a stone pillar fucking me rather than a monster cock.”

A line of laughter erupts from the other end of the phone at your joke but Momo doubts a faceless guy blessed in the below will be any different to San.

“Ugh it completely skipped over my head that I have tutoring today! The moment my dad sets foot on the soil of this country again I’m going to complain.”

“Tell the nerd guy you’re seeing to tutor you at your house instead of the library, the college princess caught in that stink chamber? No thanks.”

Groaning, you end the call in annoyance, walking up to the pink double doors that led to the marble tile of your walk in closet. Not feeling the miniskirt today you nimbly waiver your hands over the racks of unnecessary clothing starting to build up as clutter.

A light pink baby tee? You wore something similar last week- can’t do that.

Pair of Ed Hardy jeans? It’s way too warm to be wearing those.

Milkmaid tops you’ve never worn in your life? Possibly could work but you’re sure there’s something better, something that would make Kai convulse and foam at the mouth if he saw you.

Got it.

Where were you? Kai’s been sat patiently at the study table he’s reserved for the tutoring session for at least 20 minutes and you still haven’t appeared strutting through the doors. Perhaps you were sick and just forgot to tell him? Or you overslept on accident all the way to 12:45 in the afternoon? It’s okay, he’ll just finish off his thermodynamics extended project in the mean time.

“So sorry Kai! I know I’m late I just had to go to the drugstore it’s super urgent- my favourite La Mer lipgloss ran out and I can’t live without it!”

But Kai can barely register a word you’re saying when you walk in through the doors dressed like this; a blue cropped button-up top which is tied just below your chest to reveal a smidge of your white-laced bra and a pair of light denim shorts branded with diamonds that spelled ‘hot’ across the globe of your ass. Your stomach is on full display which only makes Kai oggle harder retracing to the conversation a couple nights before.

He indirectly measures with his eye how far he would really go if he entered you and believe it or not he doesn’t think it’s humanely possible.

“Still have time to stare through those bangs of yours?” You chuckle loudly at him watching as the timid male be in denial so quickly about you catching him staring, not that you minded or anything if he really was.

“I-I didn’t mean to stare it’s just..don’t you get d-dresscoded for wearing that?”

Shoving his laptop and a couple of loose sheets in to his backpack for him you lean down over the table to try and meet his gaze despite the hair being a barrier,

“Honey, have you seen the art majors? I doubt the college board cares and plus I wanna sit at that table over there, not here.”

Kai can’t even retort back to you even if he’s worried that someone’s reserved the desk for later, distressingly following behind you as you guided him to the very back of the library even he didn’t know about!!

Turns out if you wandered far enough behind the foreign language books that not many people ever think to visit you’d find a small table with cushioned benches to study on.

“Woah..how do you know about this place?”

“My dad donated the chairs and tables for the library so this is the spot my friends and I used to use when we wanted to skip classes, isn’t it sweet?” A sleekly glazed wooden table becomes racked with Kai’s study materials and your once again empty note book and pen within seconds.

The pen in your hand taps lightly against your lip in a rhythmic motion, suddenly deep in thought about something as you made yourself comfortable on the benches.

“I don’t know the answer Kai.”

A confused male looks up from his laptop screen to gaze at you, tilting his head befuddledlby at your strange statement.

“Wha..what? I haven’t asked any questions yet..”

A new set of fresh acrylics tap gently at the pop quiz sheet Kai had constructed to see where you were at in your basically non-existent knowledge of chemistry.

“I don’t know anything on that sheet Kai, we’re going to have to go basics.” You jut your lip out in to a pout and play with the loose thread emerging from Kai’s sage cotton sweater at the wrists,

“Can we start off slow?~ I don’t think I can handle all of it.”

It’s like a massive lump has just blocked his ability to speak since your effect on him is so strong, he’s unsure of whether you know how teasing your words can sound in a different context or if you’re just really empty-headed and all-over-the place.

“Uhm..y-yeah. Should we start off with atomic structure then?” His stutters become more prominent the more he feels under pressure from your sly gaze; brewing something scandalous in your irises as you take the image of a nervous Kai as your key ingredient.

“Okay so..uhm there’s quite a lot of note taking in this part so if I go uh..too fast just let me know.”

The bubbling curiosity within you is distracting yourself from the familiarity of his voice you can’t quite put your finger on, all too focused on wanting to see the eyes of the bashful nerd you’ve got on your hands for the next hour.

“So the basics are that the atom consists of protons and neutrons in the nucleus and- nghh.”

One hand flies straight up to slap against his mouth, completely in utter shock at the explicit moan that sounded through his lips, another hand holding strictly against the flat of your heel which was pressed directly over his crotch to restrict it from moving any further.

His mouth is open wide in shock and quivering like he’ll bust if you moved your foot a single inch,

“I didn’t get the rest of that Kai, can you repeat it?”

Kai looks over with near tears in his eyes, there’s no way this is happening right- did you finally figure out kkh.txt was him? His whole world is flipping upside down as the growing erection in his sweats becomes more unbearable by the second; he can already see the headlines of college gossip coming after him- ‘pervert nerd gets hard in the library over a heel’. Fuck he’s doomed.

“U-uhm. So..” His voice can’t seem to pick back up on the information dump he was spouting seconds before, quivering lips and a shaky voice like he’s about to start crying.

“The electrons..are fuck, they’re in fixed energy s-shells we learnt that in middle s-school.” The grip on your heel is tight, but all that you need is to slip your foot out of the restraints, dragging down the flexing muscles in his thigh from how stiff he’s becoming, it’s cute really.

“Are we..are we really going to do this here?” His voice cracks as he shivers from your touch,

“Well, do you want me to continue Kai? No one will spot us back here~”

No words come out of him with the exception of a hum and a weak nod.

“Kai, I need words, will you let me make you feel good?”

There’s tears awaiting to spill from his eyes because he’s so embarrassed that this is how his first time is headed, but he would sell his soul for you to touch him just once, so hard in his sweats he might come undone from your gaze alone.

“Please..want it” In a voice so meek and timid all you can do is coo at him, turning around the table to stand up in front of him with a finger glamourised with rings that felt cold and bared against the clammy warmth of his cheek and it’s like he doesn’t even try to breathe when you’re in front of him.

In one swift motion you lift up the soft trenches of hair covering his eyes to reveal a set of soft brown irises; endearing and fucking gorgeous?!! Kai’s inherited the kind of eyes that make men go to war with how soft and pleading they are; beautifully adorned with glistening tears from how desperate he is for release adjourned with the rosy speckles dusting his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. The whole sight is everything you want in a man- weak, pining and tearful just for you !! ><

The absolute control you have over his lust only dampens your victoria’s secret panties you’re sure to gift Kai later for how good he’s being for you right now, leaning down to give him a quick peck he’s scrambling all the depths of his mind to figure out how to respond to.

“God you’re so adorable I fucking crave for cute nerds like you Kai, wanna see what you’ve got under the-“

“C-can I keep the sweater on?” Kai questions in a soft tone, but seriously? Fucking in a library with a sweater on? Whatever, he’s probably just over complicating things or doubting his frame but you could care less about any of it right now; especially when you’ve become engrossed with the natural-born pleading face this man just comes with!!

You give him a quick nod before removing the headband from your head and brushing back his bangs with it gently,

“Wanna see your face when I make you feel good okay pretty boy?” Shit. Kai could cum untouched right now with how you’re making his mind spin with the compliments, his thought process is lagging behind ten times its normal rate when you lean down to pull down his sweats with a hooked finger.

But in that tiny head of yours you couldn’t imagine Kai to be any bigger than around 4 inches assuming that he’s never been able to reach a girl with it. Likewise, you even prepared to ruin him with your throat alone; he looks as if he’d be so easy to excruciate pleasure out a tiny dick, he’d probably cum within seconds <3

But for Kai to be about 8- no, more than that with how it’s still growing in your hand, probably 8.2 inches and thick enough to tear your mouth if he really wanted to..

All colour drains from your face as you admire in both shock and fear..honestly you don’t even know if you can even handle a monster like this, the thought of it entering you sending shivers down your spine. You don’t even realise you’re drooling on to the floor from staring at the way your hand can barely wrap around the circumference of it. Who knew a nerd packing all of this would’ve slipped right under your nose?

Kai’s not keeping up well either, clenching down on his teeth and gripping the edge of the bench as best as he can to prevent himself from leaking anymore trails of precum from his painfully red tip. He just can’t help himself when he sees you on your knees all laid out prettily for him as your eyes sparkle every single time he twitches when your finger runs along his vein. His breathing fastens when he locks his eyes on the slight curve of your chest as you admire him so openly- boosting his ego to the moon.

“Kai..you’re- you’re fucking huge. I don’t know if I can take it.” You whine and point a dainty finger at your throat with a pout, brows in panic from imagining the stretch like you’re telling him he’s too big for you to handle, too big for you to fit all of him in and Kai has to hold back from releasing all over your face if he deeps your words again too much.

Nonetheless you’re still begging to get a taste of him now that you know his true potential. Giving sweet little kitten licks around his flushed tip, using two fingers to lightly squeeze around it for another glob of precum to leak out of his slit.

“Taste so good pretty, just be good for me okay?”

Your unoccupied hand reaches to fondle Kai’s balls as your pop his tip fully in to your mouth, lapping your tongue around in a swirling motion which makes him shut close his eyes and dig his fingernails in to the cushion of the bench even further.

Pulling off of him with a pop!- A glob of spit lands in your hand, the strings of saliva still connected to your lip as you lube his cock with your fluids, preparing yourself before hand so you have a better attempt of taking him all in !! <3

The heaviness of his cock twitches uncontrollably as you twist your wrist along his shaft, the receptors in his veins pulsing and sending waves of pleasure in to his blood stream every time you squeezed a bit too hard around one of them.

“P-please ah! Don’t tease..” Poor boy has tear stains around his eyes from how hard he’s constraining himself, his thighs are flexed so hard they’re seconds away from cramping and his lips are on the verge of drawing blood if he bites down any harder.

“Mmhm.” You hum around him as you start to take him in deeper, not even half way when you have to stop to let your throat adjust, suctioning around him so tightly he’d rather die than let you go. The moment you feel your throat retract you push further down past half way until it physically felt impossible for you to reach or deepthroat, using your hand to jerk whatever length you couldn’t reach.

The usual neatness of your hair comes apart in seconds the moment you start to pick up the pace, head bobbing up and down as you tie your hair with your other hand in to a makeshift ponytail. Occasionally, you’d gag whenever you felt his hips start to buck in to your throat with need, the extra unexpected length pushing you to tears.

The obscenity of the lewd noises of fluids and spit, whenever you lips detached from it to lick long stripes along the curve of his cock, mascara starting to collect at your undereye from tears caused by the stretch of him in your throat.

Kai believes he’s on a completely different universe by now. There’s no thoughts in his head apart from how pretty you looked and how close he was to cumming down your throat, the scene so erotic it’s more addicting than any other variation of porn or hentai he’s ever watched in the sanctity of his apartment- fuck it’s more than that, he wants to burn this image of you in to his mind forever so that he can use it for later.

“Shit Y/N nghh! I’m going to cum you need to augh!- wait..” The blissed male attempts to pry you off of him with screwed shut eyes fearful he was going to cum down your throat, but you do anything but that. Instead you nuzzle your chin all the way down to the furthest point you can reach and jerk him off; waiting for the warmth of his cum to shoot far down your throat for you to swallow.

“W-wait!! I really am going to cum, fuck mmh!~ I-is it really okay?” Whatever he’s pleading doesn’t matter because the next thing you know he’s splurging the thickest load you’ve ever had to swallow, dragging down your throat with high viscosity. Some of it drips down the corner of your lips as he smears his sensitive tip along your beaming smile.

“You did so well for me baby, you’ll have to let me do this more often- wanna see how far I can really go.” Opening up a pack of makeup wipes you clean up the mascara stains and pack your things up, leaving Kai speechless, hot and bothered and also another tutoring session gone to waste.

“I need to see results. Going to tutoring and coming back with no notes is never going to stick in your brain.” The bellow of your father’s voice echoes through the halls of your empty house- he’s come back from his annual business trip and what do you have to show you’ve been working? Absolutely nil, zero nothing.

Groaning, you call over a nanny to set up the plates, you’re not going to sit down for dinner with a father who’s going to moan at you all day for making you choose a course you can’t do!

“I am working !! We went over like electrons and proteins and stuff of that sort.”

“By working you mean pressuring someone in to telling you all the information while you post all sorts of stupid photos!”

“It’s instagram you old fart! The version of like facebook or something for your millennia! Anyways I need to go because Megan’s calling me to go shopping with her at the night plaza asap.” Earrings and hoops among other clattering items like studded belts and heels ring behind you as you start to walk off in the same clacky-heels you always wear.

“I’ve suspended all of your bank accounts.”

“Nice try father, stores still use cash nowadays.”

“The maids found your cash stack in the small compartment below your vanity.”

That’s your breaking point.

“Father!! You can’t just let them go snooping in my room like that!” Oh you’re fuming- what’s going to happen next? They find your secret sex toy collection and then your father’s going to have to take away your closet?

“Tell the boy who tutors you to come around next Friday for dinner, I want to see that you’re at least trying to learn.”

“Fine! But only if you hand me back everything after.” Boiling with rage you shove past the maids by the door and up the cold marble stairs, if you weren’t aiming for more hair growth this summer you would’ve definitely ripped out more than a couple strands by now.

Reaching your bedroom you finally slump on top of a pile of eiderdown pillows, whipping out your phone to message Kai about the arrangement.

Speaking of Kai, you think you’ve gone insane.

Ever since you left the library that day you couldn’t forget the imprint of his dick in your throat and the needy look in his eye. His moans were literal heaven to your ears, so sensitive and breathy you seriously couldn’t get enough of it!! However the downside now is that you can’t even get off your fingers anymore because now all that you desire is Kai, like he’s drugged you with some sort of addictive attraction towards him that only pushes you to want for more.

A quick dial to your ex fuck buddy Soobin should get him off your mind right? He’s got that same yearning face in him although less intense than Kai and you can bet your whole LV collection on him that he’ll show up to your door in less than 5 minutes if you really needed him to.

“Hello?”

“Hey Binnie, can you come over? I got in to an argument with father.” You mewl a little to make yourself seem as pitiable as you can.

“So, let me get this right. You’re asking to fuck?”

“Bingo! You got it Binnie so can you like please come over in five?”

The long and weighted sigh on the other end of the line does not sound like good news.

“Can’t, sorry princess I’m out of the country right now. Goodbye.”

Soobin ends the phone call without another word which only makes you dead pan at the white contact screen again.

“Ugh fuck you Choi Soobin! Couldn’t he be a little bit more considerate?” You turn to lay on your back and open up WinkChat, not even needing to scroll down to find his username at the top of the chats.

you: send me a vid of u masturbating now.

kkh.txt: now??? im at a friend’s apartment.

you: please??

Quickly snapping a photo of your exposed boob barely covered by the padding of your finger is all the anonymous user needs to take his sweet time in recording what you wanted.

“Hey..Taehyun I’m gonna use the shower okay?”

Taehyun scribbles away a couple of notes while watching a league of legends game play at the same time, only having the brain power to send Kai a quick thumbs up before he disappears behind the doors of his apartment bathroom.

Kai’s fucking hard. Every single photo of you tortures him internally when all he can think about is the feeling of your tongue wrapped so prettily around him. He zooms in to the photo eagerly to peek at the swell of your tit, instinctively looking around to see if anyone was around despite being isolated in a bathroom out of shame for being so dirty.

A nosebleed is going to come flowing down his nose any second now was he turns on the shower, letting the pitter-patter of water hopefully drown out the sounds of his moans as he sets up his camera directly facing his naked self sat on the toilet lid but cut off from revealing his face.

The camera starts recording and he’s already lost on what to do, spotting what he thinks is Taehyun’s body lotion that he uses like his life depends on it for his eczema; Kai prays it isn’t expensive as he loads a sample of it on to his palm before lazily stroking down his aching cock.

He wasn’t supposed to bring this with him today, but he was planning on asking you to go on video call later when Taehyun went for his night shift leaving him alone, a fleshlight being pulled straight out of his bag he was intending to use that he bought on a whim.

He starts off guiding the sex toy down his lubed dick, groaning in pleasure at how tight the mound of silicone flesh is around him; he imagines it’s your walls wrapped around him, thought he hopes it would be warmer in side of you than the chill of the bathroom.

“Shit.” Kai picks up the pace and squeezes the fleshlight harder around the tip, his hands moving in a vertical movement as he slides the silicone down the ridges of his cock, squelching Taehyun’s lotion in an explicitly sexual sound which formed a ring of white around the base.

Doesn’t even think to slow down to catch his breath, he completely is just aiming towards chasing the same high you gave him, wrist starting to become lazy as he whimpers whenever the stimulation around his leaking tip gets too much!! Fundamentally he’s fucking up in to the fleshlight now, hips jerking upward whenever the toy would squeeze too hard around his vein with a plethora of whimpers flooding out of his mouth with no restriction. The flitter of the shower starts to steam up around him which only fogs up Kai’s head even more, still thinking about how deliciously your pussy would nestle around him, how you’d leave a pool of slick below him from just how wet you are!! <3

Kai’s knuckles are starting to show the white of his bone from how hard he’s squeezing the moment he feels the same anticipation of release, unable to keep his moans quiet as he spurts ropes of white all over his lap, his chest heaves rapidly while he snaps out of his trance, making sure to leave a taunting message at the end of the video,

“I’d fuck you so good if you let me.” Sent! Straight to your shared chat together,

Sure enough you send him floods of praise, particularly around the flex of his abs around his tattoo when he came.

Just when Kai’s about to properly head in to his unusually ‘longer’ shower a notification rings on his phone.

Y/N^u^: Can you come to my house for tutoring on Friday? Shellsby Manor, XXX-XXX, arrive before 6 k?

Sounds like Professor Jenkins idea considering you two haven’t done any proper tutoring over the last two weeks, but Kai’s more than happy to accept.

”I’m telling you that new VS pushup bra is all the craze right now!! I heard it made Carly’s B cup look like double D’s like what the fuck!?” Sullyoon’s browsing on her phone on her go-to shopping website again. Momo on the other hand has Jake Sim’s head resting between her thighs as she plays with his nest of hair, yikes..

“Stop being a bore I can’t believe I’m actually seeing you study for once.”

“Shut up Jake I need it if I want my card back ugh!!” All the words and key terminology for the up coming assessment is just mumble and letters, at this rate you’re never going to pass without Kai’s help!!!

“Just sleep with him, that’s what all girls do.” Jake replies nonchalantly but the statement rubs you the wrong way- even if you did consider it...is he calling all girls whores?!!

Before you can even do it Momo slaps him away from her,

“Ugh Jake you’re so vile get away!” Sullyoon shrieks and giggles, playfully kicking at the baseball captain which ends up landing at his nuts.

“All of you shut up for a moment I need to focus!” You complain before putting all of your weight on to the arm behind you on the field of grass, you’ve only just finished consolidating chemical reactions but you doubt you’ll remember or properly understand it like this.

“What? Is she going to see that small-dick geek again?” Fuckass Jake didn’t get his balls kicked hard enough because he still has the energy to retort.

“I’m not joking he’s like twice the size of yours.” You snicker before pinching your fingers together to mock an irritated Jake already feeling your work ethic coming to a halt.

“Well maybe if you’d actually let me bang you then you’d know. Because by the looks of it you let every other guy in between those legs.” Jake spits.

Way to ruin your mood Sim Jaeyun.

You pack up your laptop and belongings and spin on your heel to strut all the way down towards the canteen where you know you’d find Taehyun, and therefore him too.

Right in the corner behind the pillar where they can’t be seen spot the same head of blonde hair and an agitating brunette who’s immediately sending warning signals to Kai the moment you head towards their way.

“Hi Tyunnie! Miss me?” You blow Taehyun a kiss before rustling his oddly styled hair gently- eco gel..and jesus christ a whole lot of it.

“Freak off, we don’t want you here.” Taehyun speaks as monotonously as ever, refusing to show any sort of amusement as he swats your hand away from cooing him any further.

That’s when you realise you haven’t greeted Kai yet, turning your head around to see..eyes?

The blonde is rocking a completely different hair cut now, bangs messily trimmed to give him style but also a cleaner look and with more volume than he ever has- it suits him really well you must admit, like the hotties you’d see in the skate parks, except his innocently charming eyes really are the cherry on top.

“Wow Kai new haircut?! Awhh stop you look so adorable!!! You finally got rid of those overgrown bangs.” He attempts to hold back a bashful grin in front of a discerned Taehyun, waving it off as something he’s wanted to try forever when really he knows it’s because of you.

“Well Tyunnie-boo let me borrow Kai for the rest of today okay? Thanks a million!!”

You drag Kai and his belongings with you and straight in to the parking lot where your porsche you haven’t used in ages was parked.

“No lectures later right? I know it’s a bit earlier than scheduled but I might as well take you home with me now right?”

The still timid male looks away from you when he speaks in case his mind wanders off to a bunch of other naughty thoughts again.

“That’s fine..just means we get more tutoring time in.”

Yeah, tutoring time.

Accelerating down the road and in to the hills of where the richest sector of people in your city resided in was a complete shock for Kai, watching people live in these castles they’d call ‘home’ as you speed down in to your own pearly-gated manor.

Kai regrets wearing something so baggy now at a place like this, but there’s not much in his closet if he’s still keen on covering that tattoo he stupidly got with his cousin Yeonjun on his 18th birthday.

“My father may look intimidating but trust me it’s just a habit he’s picked up on from trying to be professional everywhere he goes.” Even the keys to your house is made of some sort of alloy of gold, inside revealing a couple of servants who welcome the two of you towards your father’s office.

Knocking gently you pry, “Father, I’ve got my little tutor friend you wanted to see so bad.”

There’s no response that you can hear from the room nor any sign to come in. A working servant comes over to inform you that he’s at a business meeting that won’t end until late. Great, so he’s not even here.

“I-It’s okay, let’s just get started first!” Kai suggests, which you’re not going to object to because you were planning on it anyways, leading him to your bedroom upstairs down hallways of art and antiques.

This is it, the bedroom you’re always sending photos to him, well, kkh.txt in. The same mirror where it all started lays in the same spot as before as he follows your foot steps towards your couch and social table.

“Real talk Kai, I’m actually going to listen this time because it’s my last shot over the next few weeks to get this down in time if I wanna pass and get my credit card back okay?”

“Should I recap what you’ve done in your own time to see if it’s consolidated yet?” And fuck his voice sounds so hot when he’s concentrated..right, focus!!

By the time both of you are confident you’ve covered most of the heavy content you’re exhausted and so is Kai. Hours of back and forth questions for concepts you couldn’t understand finally stuck in your brain a bit better to the point you could answer most of the simple and intermediate questions. Looking at the time it’s already 7 meaning that you’ve been tutored for 5 hours straight with Kai non-stop, and you feel proud of the hard work too! And a bit smarter, still not his level though.

“I’m going to take a quick bathroom break, when I’m back we’ll move on to more complicated topics and we’ll wrap it up for today!” A tired Kai limps towards your bathroom but in a more comfortable mood than earlier- even his stuttering has calmed down!

And if you were being true to yourself, Kai is exactly your type, the standard really. He’s gentle with you even when you’re frustrated, always offering to make time for you and help, and plus he’s got that begging look and monster cock combination which messes with your head so good!!

Good enough to compel you to swipe on to WinkChat to message your favourite user kkh.txt, thinking of what to type.

‘Sorry, don’t wanna use this app anymore?’

‘Think it’s best we stop this?’

None of it flows off your tongue smoothly but you settle with a short and simple ‘sorry.’ message to him, preparing to delete the app when you hear a ping!- coming from Kai’s phone.

And of course you’re curious! Who else could be messaging the nerd except Taehyun?-

Your eyes bat hardly at the notification,

‘y/n.553 sent a message! Click to chat with her now! ❤️🔥’

Your heart sinks down to your stomach, Kai..the nerd you gave a blow job to in the middle of the library is kkh.txt ?!!!

“Hope I didn’t take too long-“

Seems like it’s a universal thing for everyone’s heart to drop now because Kai’s throat runs dry as he watches the bewildered expression on your face with his phone in your hand. It couldn’t be-

“Kai. You’re…kkh.txt?!!!” No point in lying now is there?

“Uhm wait.. I-I can explain I didn’t mean to hide it from-“

“The tattoo. Show me it.” You walk towards the stiffened Kai who can’t move an inch from where he’s at by the door right now without the interception of you pushing him on to mattress of your bed.

“Go on, that dragon tattoo you have, take off the hoodie and let me see.” He’s never heard your voice drip with so much authority; hell he can’t even understand if you’re angry at him or not for hiding it from you!! The hoodie is discarded of somewhere in the corner of your room, and there it is- the damn dragon tattoo you’ve been craving for ever since you saw it.

Now that you can see his full frame you can understand that everything about Kai is big; he’s towering in height, his shoulders are so broad it’s impossible to not notice now that you’ve seen it even with his hoodie on, the defined muscles that runs down his abdomen and the absolute beast he doesn’t know how to use, but you’re craving it real bad.

“What are you waiting for? Fuck me like you mean it.” Nimble hands hurry to unclasp your bra and remove your tank top, revealing your chest in front of a nervous Kai who now can’t find the strength in him to answer you without moaning.

“W-what?”

“That video you sent. Fuck me like you mean it.”

Memories rack through Kai’s head which makes him mentally face palm at the recollection of his bold statement when he in fact does not know how to fuck nor make you feel good apart from a couple of porn videos he’s seen. He swallows the lump in his throat before looking up to you again with pleading eyes,

“Can I try eat you out?”

Remember when you said a nerd like Kai could probably eat pussy like a champ two weeks ago? Bullseye because the man is fixated between your thighs, lapping at everything you have to offer.

Swear he had no experience at all with cunnilingus yet he’s having no problems in sucking and flicking at your swollen clit with the flat of his tongue, moaning in to your folds repeatedly, every now and then having to put in some sort of comment about how good you taste with tears in his eyes; such a pussy drunk loser it’s adorable.

At some points you’re afraid he’s going to die of suffocation from how hard he’s pressing down on your thighs to keep you in place as you sit directly on top of his face, the weight of you completely over his saliva covered mouth but even when you meekly ask if he can breathe just fine all he does is press his tongue in to your further; swirling his tongue around your entrance and even finding the confidence to enter it.

“Mmh!! Kai fuck!! You can-hah-touch me up here too.”

A wandering hand reaches to clasp on to Kai’s to direct him to your chest, begging him to stimulate your perked and neglected nipples.

“Fuck fuck fuck! Such a good boy, making me cum so good!”

Juices are spilling from your cunt all over a dazed Kai’s face, still shocked from the effect of tasting you on his tongue for the first time, and if he wasn’t eating you out like a starved man this time you shouldn’t even start to imagine how insanely he’d try to eat you out after he’s become addicted to your taste.

A symphony of your heavy breathing and the pulsing of your folds as you catch your breath from being given the best head you’ve ever received from a complete amateur is laughable, looking up to Kai with exhausted but fluttering eyes.

“I haven’t made you cum yet Kai, hah, come on, rest against the pillows over there.”

Stunned and beyond words all he can do is follow your every command like a lost puppy, his hard-on longing for your touch as it twitches hungrily in his briefs.

“N-no condom?”

“Sit back and relax for me okay pretty? No more questions, I’ll do all the work.” Even if you’ve been eaten out by Kai you doubt you can adjust to the stretch of his cock in one go, slightly hesitating and knowing you were going to fuck yourself dumb the moment you started struggling to even fit in just the tip!!

“You’re so big Kai, scared it might rip me.” Pain starts to overwhelm you as you sink down inch by inch on to his cock, whimpers falling out of your mouth in a mantra as you hold on to his shoulders for stability. Kai’s completely silent with his mouth wide open; brows knitted together as he watches the way his cock disappears between your glistening folds, you’re going to fucking destroy him and he knows it, god.

Finally taking in the last couple of inches you rest for a bit, sighing as the initial pain converts in to pleasure from how full you felt, his tip poking right in to your cervix.

“Look Kai, this is how full you make me feel.” His hand reaches to brush against the imprint of the curve of his dick in your stomach, inflicting you to moan when he presses his finger against it,

“Ngh, don’t do that baby, I might cum too quick if you do.” The pet name only makes him twitch inside of you which erupts another moan from the sudden jerk, finally finding the energy in you to lift yourself off of him only to slam yourself right back down.

The sensation of your walls clenching around his as you lifted your hips felt like bliss- better than anything he’s seen in those x-rated movies, watching as you bounced on top of him in swift motions, the base of his cock disappearing and reappearing with every cycle of thrusts as you rode him.

A string of slick connected between your cunt and his pelvis made him moan at how lewd it was, eyes rolling back as he aids your movement with his hands- biceps flexing from hard he’s gripping on to your waist.

“Am I agh!- Better than your fleshlight hm?”

Ten times, no. A thousand times better than whatever he has rotting in his drawers right now, the warmth of your pussy sucking him in is probably the hottest thing he’s ever seen accompanied by the way your tongue starts to loll out automatically whenever his tip slams way too hard past your cervix, completely filled to the brim yet your greedy cunt still yearns for more.

Kai’s expressions are just as you’d imagine, strands of hair messily stuck to his forehead from sweat, his mouth cutely open and unable to form any other sound except mewls and whimpers and the same usual fat tears that roll down to his reddened cheeks whenever the pleasure feels too good! <3 His eyes struggle to keep open as he furrows his brows whenever he feels the heat of your walls clench around him, you really don’t know how badly he wants to just stay buried inside of you forever! ><

Your tits bounce in sync with your pace right above his eyes, watching as they’d swing back up before you slammed down on his aching cock. Kai bites his lip as he slides a hand down to your waist, so lost in the illusion of your pussy he can’t even verbalise how good he feels, instead only being able to claw at the swell of your ass as you continue to fuck yourself dumb on his cock.

Usually you’d never think of yourself as someone who loses dominance with any of your sex partners but the way Kai’s dick turns your brain in to mush needs to be studied because you’re drooling as you continue to ride him sloppier than before.

“Kaii! Shit I feel so full I’m gonna come!”

The continuous slamming of his cockhead against the bundle of nerves the curve of his cock keeps pressing against sends shockwaves through your core, unable to keep your posture up right as you limp on to Kai’s shoulder, biting on the penetrable skin to keep your moans in while you let him buck his hips in to you at a new angle where you can feel everything deeper, more stimulating and more raw.

“Ohh fuck, w-where do I cum? shit-“ Kai continues to ram in to the same sensitive bundle of nerves relentlessly to chase his own orgasm, frantically desperate to get that burning sensation of needing to release again.

“I- I’m on the pill Kai just cum inside please!! Wanna feel full!” Within seconds Kai’s unleashing his seed right in to your cunt, still thrusting to keep it from leaking out despite overstimulating himself in the process- you follow not too long after, unwinding and gushing over him, hot breath fanning on to his neck as you attempted to regain your energy after coming down your high.

“Did I make you feel good?” Kai asks with lustful eyes. His skin is completely flushed pink and sweating, struggling to focus his eyes on anything after the initial haze of such a strong orgasm.

Oh there’s no doubt about that.

Professor Jenkins should be pleased to see that you’re going to ace your summer qualifying exam, because you’ll be visiting this nerd all summer <3

A/N: I had to concise it down A LOT more because I genuinely think would’ve dragged on forever if I let it, but hopefully everything lives up to the hype surrounding it esp with the teaser!!

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[partyven0m]

what if like Susie met the reader who is kind, forgives easily, and laughs easily? But the reader is like closed off about their feelings, but makes sure others are fine… 🫩

'Say what you mean, tell me I'm right'

in which... your people-pleasing tendencies become Susie’s last straw. [fem reader] (notes at the end! <3)

Susie couldn’t remember the first time it started bothering her.

It wasn’t anything big at first. Just little stuff. Forgettable, probably, at least to anyone else.

First,

your guys’ class was assigned a partner project. You got paired with Berdly.

He spent half the class talking over you and the other half acting like he invented the slideshow format. He rewrote your notes, ignored your suggestions, and made a big deal about how you should stay after class to finish formatting the “visual components.”

You just smiled. Laughed, even.

Susie watched the whole thing from three rows back with her chin propped on one hand, dead-eyed, trying to explode Berdly with her mind. 

You looked back at her once. Gave her that dumb little wave. The one you always did when you were trying to brush off how uncomfortable you were.

You walked past her in the hallway afterwards, rubbing your shoulder like it hurt. You didn’t look upset. Just tired.

Susie opened her mouth to say something.

Maybe even offer to switch partners, let you “borrow” Kris, have her deal with Berdlys bullshit, but all you did was look towards her and smile.

“He’s not that bad. I don’t mind.”

So she closed her mouth again.

Then,

one day after school. The group of you were hanging around outside the library, trying to figure out where to eat.

You’d been hovering near Susie’s side the whole time, glancing at her now and then like you wanted to say something but didn’t. 

You didn’t. You never did.

Kris eventually suggested a sushi place a few blocks away.

You hesitated for maybe half a second, barely even that, then said, “That sounds good.”

Susie glanced sideways at you. Your smile was polite. Tight.

She’d heard you mention once, just once in passing, that you didn’t like sushi. Something about the texture, maybe an allergy, she couldn’t remember. But she remembered that. And she knew damn well Kris didn’t.

So she cut in before anyone could start walking.

“Pick somewhere else.”

Kris blinked at her, tilting their head a little.

Susie scoffed, voice flat. “Just do it.”

She didn’t explain. Didn’t even look at you either, a part of her was too lazy or maybe too annoyed to.

Next,

your locker got jammed between classes.

You didn’t call anyone over. Didn’t ask for help. Just stood there tugging at it, gentle, and polite, like you were trying not to disturb the people passing by.

Susie spotted you from down the hall, hunched a little like you were hoping no one would notice. She almost kept walking. She wanted to. It was your fault for not asking for help, she thought bitterly.

But then you looked back and caught her eye. Just for a second.

You didn’t wave her over. Didn’t even gesture really. Just gave her this tiny, uncertain look.

Like you were embarrassed.

So she came over.

Didn’t say anything. Just walked up, grabbed the locker handle, and yanked it open with one loud bang.

You were gonna need a new locker.

You blinked, surprised. And then, that smile. That soft, nervous, fluttery one you gave her sometimes, like you were so happy she was there in that moment.

But just before she could share that fluttery feeling and smile back at you with that proud cocky grin of hers, came the worst part. The part that sat in Susie’s chest for hours after.

You touched her arm, just barely, and apologized.

She stared at you.

That was it. No “thanks” no “you’re amazing,” not even a dumb joke.

Just “Sorry.”

Like helping you had been a hassle. Like doing this one thing for you was a chore. 

She went quiet for a bit. Just watched as you pulled your books out of the locker like nothing happened.

But then her body began to shake as it let out small awkward chuckles. She wasn’t 100% sure why she was laughing. Disbelief? Anger?

“Damn, do you ever stop saying sorry?” The question slipped out before she could really think about it.

You paused in your movements. Blinked slowly. Then turned your head towards her, confused.

“…What?”

Your voice was so soft. Like you really didn’t get it. Like you thought she deserved the apology.

That made it worse.

Her eyes flicked to the floor, then back to your face, then away again.

“…Never mind.”

She turned on her heel and walked off down the hallway, fists clenched in her hoodie pocket, pace just a little too fast.

And she didn’t look back.

The last straw,

tonight.

They’d all planned it. Days in advance. They were gonna take the bus to the city and loiter and get cheap milkshakes and just be teenagers for once.

You’d been so excited. It was the most animated Susie had seen you in weeks.

And then, an hour before they were supposed to meet up, she got your text.

‘hey guys! rlly sry but i can’t come tonight! someone asked me to help with festival decorations... Again, sry !! hope you guys have fun, take lots of pictures for me !! (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)’

Susie stared at it. Read it once. Then twice.

Replies from the rest of the group were sent in seconds. Noelle saying ‘aww next time then!!’, Kris replying with a thumbs-up.

But Susie didn’t respond.

She just sat there, on the steps of her apartment building with her phone in her hand and her jaw clenched.

You’d been talking about this all week. You’d literally texted her last night about how excited you were. She remembered because she’d taken a screenshot of it, read it until it burned into her memory.

You wanted to go. You wanted to.

And still, the second someone else asked you to do something, you just… gave it up. Sent her a message dressed up in cutesy symbols and exclamation points like it didn’t gut her to read.

Susie didn’t even realize she was standing up until she was halfway down the block.

She didn’t text the group. Didn’t tell anyone where she was going. Her hands stayed jammed in her pockets the whole walk there, thoughts racing and her mind going into overdrive.

.  .  .

You were in the clubroom, exactly where she figured you’d be.

Half the lights were off, and the place smelled like paint and streamers. You were crouched near the back, fiddling with some box of decorations. Laughing nervously at something someone said.

And then you looked up.

Your smile dropped the second your eyes met hers.

“…Susie?”

You stood up slowly, dusting glitter off your hands.

“What are you–”

“You’re not doing this.”

The whole room went a little quieter.

You blinked. “What?”

Susie was already walking straight towards you, fists clenched.

“This. This bullshit. You cancel plans you were excited about, because someone asked you to do their work?”

“Hey,” one of the kids near you said, confused, “she offered–”

“No, no she fucking didn’t.” Susie snarled. “She didn’t offer. She just said yes. Like she always does.”

You stared at her, wide-eyed. “Susie, stop–”

But she grabbed your wrist. Not rough, but firm. And without waiting for your permission, she yanked you a full step towards the door.

“Susie–!”

“She's busy.” Susie barked over her shoulder. “Find someone else.”

You stumbled a bit as she dragged you out into the hallway, eyes looking around the classroom like you were waiting for someone to stop her, but no one did.

The schools front door slammed behind you.

You stood there, stunned.

“…What the hell was that?” you asked, breathless.

Susie didn’t let go of your wrist right away.

“You were excited.” she repeated, voice tight. “You wanted to go out tonight. You told me.”

“I forgot…” you mumbled.

“No, you didn’t.” Her eyes narrowed. “You remembered. You just didn’t think it was important enough.”

You looked away.

“I didn’t want to make things complicated.”

“Yeah? Well guess what, life is complicated.” She snapped, “And it’d be a little less complicated if you learned to speak up for once.” 

There was bitterness in her voice. The kind of anger that only came from caring way too much and having no idea how to express it.

You flinched. Just barely.

And Susie hated that. Hated the way you kept folding in on yourself. Hated the way you looked at the floor like you deserved to be yelled at.

She let go of your wrist, finally, and shoved her hands into her hoodie pockets.

“I’m not mad ‘cause you missed some stupid hangout…” she muttered. “I’m mad because you keep acting like what you want doesn’t matter.”

You looked down again, like you were about to fold, again.

And maybe that was what made something click for her.

She exhaled hard. Rubbed the back of her neck like it physically hurt to be vulnerable, to actually encourage someone without being negative.

“…Okay.” she muttered. “You know what? Fine. Let’s try this your way.”

You glanced up, confused.

She rolled her shoulders back. Tried to speak slower. Quieter.

“I’m not great at this shit.” she said, “But, like… I dunno. What do you want?”

You stared at her.

“…What?”

Susie’s brow twitched.

“You said you didn’t wanna make things complicated, but you’re the one making it complicated by not saying anything ever. So, say something.”

You blinked. “Like what?”

“Like what you want!” she shouted suddenly. “Anything! I don’t care if it’s dumb or weird or pathetic or whatever, just say it!!”

You flinched, taking a step back.

“I–I don’t know–!”

“You do!” Susie barked, stepping closer. “You’re just too scared to say it!”

“I’m not scared, I’m–!” You threw your arms up. 

Susie blinked, caught off guard by the way your voice cracked, not in fear, but frustration. You were cracking. Finally.

“Right now. What do you wish you were doing right this second…?”

Then, suddenly, your hands clenched at your sides, and you yelled.

“I-I …I wish I was spending ten dollars on a shitty milkshake downtown!”

There was a beat of silence.

Susie’s mouth twitched.

“…Yeah!?” she shouted back, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “And then what!?!”

“Then… then I wanna check my bank account and regret it!!”

“GOOD!!” Susie yelled. “That’s something!! What else? What else do you wanna do?”

“I wanna say no when people ask me for homework answers! Even if they’re really nice about it!”

“Hell yeah!” 

“I wanna punch Berdly in the face!!”

“THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!!”

You were both yelling now, flushed and breathless and weirdly energized.

“I want to turn my phone off and not answer texts for an entire day!!”

“I WANNA EAT FRIES OFF THE FLOOR AND NOT TELL ANYONE!”

“I wanna not lend my pens to people who never give them back!!!”

“I KINDA WANNA BE ADOPTED BY KRIS’S MOM!”

“I wanna– I WANNA KNOW WHAT YOUR HANDS FEEL LIKE!!!”

Dead silence.

You froze. Mouth still open.

Susie blinked, stunned.

You covered your mouth halfway, eyes wide. “…I… I mean…”

But Susie didn’t move.

Didn’t laugh. Didn’t tease.

She just stared at you for a long second.

Then,

“…Y’know what?” she muttered as a smirk spread across her face revealing her sharp teeth, voice suddenly scratchy. “Hell yeah.”

Your eyes shot up. “What?”

And then Susie grabbed your hand.

Rough, calloused, and… strangely cold.

“Let’s go get you a shitty milkshake!!”

.   .   .

“you weren’t serious about the homework thing right…?”

“. . .”

“sorry sorry…”

. . .

a/n!!!11! This was honestly supposed to be a small drabble but i was liking it too much i kinda just kept typing lolol and i think that’s obvious by how different the tone of the ending is but whatever TYYYYYY TY FOR THE SUSIE REQUEST MUHAHAHA THIS WAS SO SELF INDULGENT!!1! such a cute idea too!! honestly like... idk y but i had the most fun writing this... susie is rlly fun to write!!11!

1 susie request out of 9 done... but also im not complaining cuz again, shes rlly rlly fun to write! TGHANKS SMMMM!! <3333

ALSO! sry this was a fem reader rather than my usual gender neutral one! again, it was rlly self indulgent and i was kinda just typing non stop lol, didnt rlly pay attention to the type of gendered language i was using!

(title isnt a pierce the veil lyric this time 💔)

[goldenempyrean]

With The Lights On

〚 Notes - *floating down from the heavens* I have returned…. Real note, I had to finish up my last exam but now I’m all done and should be getting back to writing! Yay :D this is more whump with a side of sickfic so lil bit of a heavy one here - TW for implied child death 〛

〚 Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - A mission doesn’t go well and you find yourself in a late night encounter with one particular redhead. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 2340 〛

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Today had been a rough day for everyone. The whole team had been on the last leg of a week long mission, trying to track down an international trafficking link - one which according to Fury’s intel had been trading a serum similar to the one Steve had taken. Only it was botched, horrifically, and had been causing quite graphic mutations to the subjects which it had been unwillingly tested upon. While the team had managed to take out those in charge of the ring - completing the mission in the eyes of Shield - most of the subjects, primarily the younger ones, couldn’t be saved. And the ones that were left… well the only right thing to do was to end their suffering.

It was late by the time an aircraft was ready to pick the team up. Usually the ride home would be full of cheers and laughter, the team relishing in the job. The jet was silent. While, yes, the mission had been completed, nobody saw this as a victory.

Natasha had been looking especially worse for wear. When you glanced over you caught her at the tail end of what must’ve been a perfectly stifled sneeze as she raised her head from her elbow. You thought nothing of it but couldn’t help but notice how her eyes clouded over as she went back to staring unfocused at the floor.

“You doing okay over there Red?” You asked quietly, not wanting to break the thick silence which had settled in the aircraft. Nat didn’t seem to register your words but after a few seconds she nodded, barely lifting her head enough to look you in the eye. Something was off.

The jet landed just before sunrise. Everyone went their separate ways, mumbling quiet goodnights or skipping them entirely. Nobody was in the mood to stick around and chat - you couldn’t blame them. All you wanted to do yourself was to crawl under your covers and forget the whole situation but you weren’t fond of the dreams you knew would follow you there.

Lying in bed, you could do nothing more than stare at the ceiling, unwillingly to close your eyes longer than a minute. Doomscrolling on your phone didn’t seem to help either, neither did any of the crappy games you had installed on it too.

You sigh and throw the phone onto the nightstand with a dull thud, scrubbing your hands over your face. Your skin feels sticky with sweat and grime and exhaustion, but the thought of showering feels like a task better suited for tomorrow. A small gurgle from your stomach caught your attention, reminding you that you hadn’t really had much to eat all day - not that you had much of an appetite anyway - but the small action of getting up and making something to eat seemed like a better idea than just staring up into the looming dark void above that you called a ceiling.

With a small groan, you dragged yourself out of bed and pulled on the closest hoodie before shuffling down towards the kitchen. The compound was eerily quiet this time of night, the dark hallways barely illuminated by moonlight seeping in through the wide windows.

You padded into the kitchen, the hallway carpet turning to cool tiles beneath your feet as you reached for the light switch. The room flashed with that harsh white LED brightness. You squinted as your eyes adjusted to the brightness - and nearly jumped out of your skin at the sudden figure which appeared in your eyeline.

Leaning over the island countertop, silent and still, like a damn ghost in the dark. Natasha blinked slowly at you, barely reacting to your startled yelp. Her usual immaculate posture was gone; she was hunched over slightly - not sitting - one elbow propped on the counter, fingers loosely curled around the drink she’d been nursing.

“Christ!” You fought back a yelp, taking a breath to steady your racing heartbeat back to a regular rhythm as you lowered your tone, “Bloody hell Romanoff, you scared the shit out of me. What are you doing lurking down here in the dark?”

“I could ask you the same.” She mumbled, her voice thick as she spoke slowly. Her eyes were glassy and cold, failing to hide the heavy bags beneath them. She looked exhausted and not just in the simple post-mission fatigue. Now that you looked closer, it was like she hadn’t slept properly in days.

It was then you noticed the tissue box sitting close by. In other any situation you wouldn’t have thought twice but you had specifically cleaned the kitchen just before leaving so you knew those hadn’t been there earlier. Had she been crying?

You took the seat to her left, noting the distinct smell of whiskey on her breath as you sat down. The half empty bottle gave away more than she’d have preferred. She’d been down here for a while.

Natasha sniffled, the tip of her nose twitching ever so slightly as she subtly rubbed the one of her knuckles beneath it. It seemed as if she almost debated reaching for a tissue but thought against the action.

But the battle with her body hadn’t quite been won. Whatever had been bothering her seemed to return with vengeance only mere moments later forcing her to stifle two restrained sounding sneezes against the back of her palm.

Those flushed cheeks weren’t just from the alcohol then…

You were half sure you’d heard her mutter the smallest “dammit” under her breath. It was the tiniest whisper. Like she hadn’t meant for anyone to hear it. Like she was annoyed with herself for… sneezing, maybe. Or shivering. It was almost as if she was fighting with her own body for simply being human. She had been taking another sip of her drink when you finally asked, “Have you taken anything for this cold yet?”

“What cold?”

Ah. So this was how it was going to go. You see, Natasha had two ways of dealing with being ill - none of which led to her getting any sort of rest.

Nat would either retreat entirely from the team, hardly being seen for days as she hid in some far corner of the compound, refusing to be acknowledged by anyone. Or, as it seems she was doing now, she would deny any and all accusations of her being even the slightest bit under the weather and simply carry on her day as if nothing was wrong - because the black widow could never catch the sniffles.

“You sound like shit Romanoff.” You said simply, raising an eyebrow when she reached for the almost-empty whiskey bottle again.

She paused for a moment, but continued nonetheless as she refilled her glass and took a long sip. Natasha wasn’t a clumsy person by any means but as she set the bottle back down on the counter, her hand fumbled and before either of you could react a harsh shatter ripped through the quiet, echoing through the empty kitchen. Natasha flinched hard like the sound itself cut her as the glass bottle smashed against the floor, sending shards flying everywhere.

“Fuck.” She hissed, her face shifting into an embarrassed, almost shameful expression.

“Don’t move or you’ll cut yourself. Let me go grab a brush.” You decided quickly, quickly jogging to the supply closet to grab something to clean up the mess with. When you returned back to the kitchen, Nat was somehow already cleaning up the mess with a small dustpan and brush, her balance looking wobbly as she balanced in a squat.

“What happened to staying put?” You sighed, coming to her side as she stood up to empty the shard-filled pan into the trash.

“It’s my mess to clean.” The redhead stated before taking a step back as she brought her elbow to her face to muffle a cough into. You caught her eyes as they glanced back to the counter and quickly swiped the remainder of drink before she could get to it.

“You’ve had enough.” Your voice held a stern tone. Nat opened her mouth but no words came out. You were sure she was about to argue but stopped, instead she turned away from you to cough again - an unpleasant sounding rattle. “If you still want something to drink then I’ll make you some tea instead. How does that sound?”

She gave you a look but there was the tiniest crack in her tough exterior as her gaze softened just the slightest bit, “I don’t really get a choice here, do I?”

“Not really. Sit down.” You instructed gently, pulling a stool up beside her. She did as told, sitting down dizzily which made the stool wobble uneasily for a second before steadying.

“You never answered my question.” You continued as you filled up the kettle and set it to boil, “What are you doing down here at this hour?”

She shifted in her seat a little, wrapping her arms around herself in a poor attempt at hiding a shiver - one which you pretended not to notice to give her at least the satisfaction of thinking she could hide it. “Same reason as you I suppose.” Natasha answered finally.

“That being?” You tried to lead her on but it was clear she wasn’t going to be the one to audibly admit anything so you took the step, “Couldn’t sleep? Didn’t wanna lay in your room by yourself?”

There was a small second of silence and she cleared her throat quietly, “Something like that.”Nat mumbled, evading eye contact as her words being chased by a damp cough.

The boiling kettle saved her from saying anything more and you poured out the hot liquid into two cups, adding a generous helping of honey to the redhead’s cup. “This’ll help.” You said simply, carefully placing her cup in the centre of the island, “Let it cool down for a few minutes first.”

For the first time that evening, her eyes met your own, “Thank you.”

A small smile formed on your lips and you slowly reached up, holding your hand just in front of her forehead, silently asking for permission before touching her. To your surprise, Nat leaned forwards, unconsciously gravitating towards your touch. To nobody’s surprise you were met with warm skin, heating radiating from her and you figured she definitely had a low-grade fever at minimum.

“You really didn’t take anything for this yet?” You asked again, hoping to get a straight answer this time. Nat shook her head and reached forwards to finally take the cup of tea into her hands, breathing in the steam for a minute before taking a long sip.

“Tastes sweet… honey?”

“Thought it would be best for your throat, you’re already starting to sound hoarse.”

Natasha shrugged, sniffling as the hot steam began to make her nose run a little, “Suppose it’s karma.” Your face shifted into a look of confusion and she continued, “For earlier. What we did to those-“

“Hey.” You cut her off with a stern voice, perhaps a little too loud for this time of night but you didn’t care, “You can’t blame yourself for that. There was nothing we could do, nothing anyone could do. What we did was mercy. I know it’s hard but we did the right thing.”

You could see the way her eyes were threatening to tear up, hell yours already were and you came to her side, pulling your arms around her in a comforting embrace, “It was the right thing to do Nat.” You repeated quietly and her body leaned into yours.

“I know.” She sniffled hard and you loosened your hold on her to grab the tissue box and handed her a couple. She blew her nose, the action making her cough roughly as it irritated her throat. Whether it was the tea taking an effect or simply all the alcohol catching up to her, Nat slumped sluggishly forward and couldn’t fight back a yawn.

Your hand came to rest on her back, slowly rubbing circles to keep her awake, “Come on, let’s get you to bed. You’re gonna feel even rougher in the morning when this hangover hits.”

Natasha shook her head but stood up nonetheless, wobbling uneasily as she did, murmuring “‘M Russian.” You reached forwards to steady her, unable to hold back a small laugh.

“And what’s that meant to mean?”

“Don’t get hangovers.”

You gave her a look. “You also said you didn’t get colds…” The harsh look she tried to give would’ve had its intended effect if only she could keep her eyes open properly. A tired, runny nosed Black Widow really wasn’t the greatest image for intimidation.

Luckily she complied in your efforts to get her to bed, the two of you managing to get to her room without any unnecessary falls. A few close calls and stumbles yes, but you still made it in one piece. Natasha took to her bed instantly, nestling down in the gray sheets. You took the chance to quickly gather some supplies, taking a glass of water and leaving it on her nightstand along with a packet of cough drops you’d swiped from her otherwise empty medicine cabinet.

“If you need me, just call me, okay? I’ll probably be awake for a while yet.” You murmured softly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her fevered forehead before turning to leave.

But something stopped you, a loose hand around your wrist. “Stay…?” Her voice was barely louder than a whisper, “I don’t want to sleep alone.”

You didn’t need to think twice. She patted the space beside her on the mattress and you slid on, sitting up when Nat let her head rest in your lap, “Do you need anything else?” You asked quietly, hand reaching over to flick off the small lamp on her desk.

She looked up, “Can we sleep with the lights on?”

“Whatever you need.”

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[milfjuulpod]

Accidentally on Purpose

After accidentally getting you worked up in the break room, Melissa spends a lot of time thinking about that moment, and how badly she wants to see it happen again.

warnings: poorly written smut, smut with no plot, ooc melissa (sorry), this was a request, pov switching, mentions of "good girl" and "my girl", 5k words (sorry again)

A/N: yeah i don't have much to say i'm just gonna put this here and run away i think. thank you @schemmentisimpasours for convincing me to share this. good luck yall!

Melissa Schemmenti was a lot of things. Driven, stubborn, passionate—all things that drew you to her. She was like a fire that never went out, one that kept you very warm.

Luckily, Melissa had also taken a liking to you. It was rare that the redhead wanted anything to do with newer teachers, but something about the way your eyes sparkled when she spoke to you made her want to stick around, especially after a year of you staying at Abbott.

It didn't take long for a friendship to bloom between the two of you, despite the questionable looks from others early on. After a while of you trailing Melissa around like a puppy and her guarding you like something fragile, your mutual friends stopped questioning it.

Before long, your natural flirty nature came to the surface, as did Melissa’s.

“Good morning, beautiful,” You smiled at the redhead who was already sitting on the couch in the break room.

“Hi hon, coffee is on the table,” Her eyes trailed to the mug sitting at her usual table, steam rising from it like she made a fresh pot just for you.

You suppressed the blush and butterflies, noticing that Melissa made your coffee in her mug today. Muttering a quiet “thank you,” you grabbed the coffee and moved to sit with the woman who always knew just how you liked your morning drink.

As soon as you relaxed on the couch next to Melissa, she not-so-subtly leaned in closer to you. This became normal for the two of you, always around each other, always using little pet names. Neither of you had to think about it, it just happened.

Most of the time, you were able to keep up the charade that this was casual, pretend like it didn't make your heart flutter every time Melissa called you honey and looked at you with adoration in her eyes.

Most of the time.

It was one thing when the redhead made little comments or used pet names, it was another when she started being affectionate. A lingering touch, a squeeze of your thigh under the table. It was always small, barely noticeable to others, but every time it made your skin heat up a bit. Once Melissa crossed that boundary with you, she didn't seem to want to stop. Almost as if she liked pushing these little buttons of yours.

“I can't figure out the new reading program,” You sighed out, frustrated, as you sat down at Melissa and Barbara’s table. It was still early, just a bit before the lunch break, so it was just you and the redhead in the staff room. For now.

“Yeah? That hard for you?” Melissa teased from behind you with a chuckle. It wasn't clear what she was doing, but you could hear movement.

Melissa’s hands rested on the table from behind you, her arms on either side of you practically trapping you in your seat. Her hair brushed against your shoulder and her perfume surrounded you, which was enough to momentarily fluster you. But she kept going.

Her lips were so close to your ear you could feel her breath warming up the skin. “I can teach you, but you'll have to be good and listen.”

Melissa pulled back just enough to turn her head slightly and look at you, waiting for a reaction. When she was met with your frozen and slightly shocked state, she kept talking.

“Can you do that, sweetheart?”

Your eyes shifted to meet hers, your wide-eye expression a stark contrast from her knowing one. The heat in your face was noticeable, if your inability to form a sentence wasn't enough.

“Yeah…Yes,” You tried to keep your composure, but Melissa could hear the whine and plea coming out in your cracked voice.

“Good…” She said lowly, pulling herself out of your space just in time before the door to the break room swung open.

Barbara was quick to join the table, conversing with Melissa effortlessly—who acted like she didn't just ignite something in you and walk away.

Like her words weren't echoing in your head.

Like you couldn't still smell her perfume.

Or feel her hot breath on your skin.

“Hey, you with us?” Melissa’s voice cut through your repetitive thoughts. She smirked at you just after snapping her fingers in your face, while Barbara looked more concerned.

“Hm? Yeah,” You nodded, mentally rejoining the group.

“Barb brought up a movie night, you in?” She repeated the question you didn't hear the first time.

Nodding slowly, you agreed to plans with the two of them this weekend, “Yeah, I'm down.”

The rest of your conversations were just as automatic and robotic as your response, your mind all too consumed by the woman who sat barely a foot away. Wrapped up in your own mind, you failed to notice the redhead keeping her eyes on you, her own mind running a thousand miles an hour.

Melissa didn't mean to get you so riled up, if she was being honest with herself, she didn't even think about it. She's gotten so used to the constant back and forth, the teasing seemed like nothing.

Until she saw how it caught your breath, how your eyes fluttered for a second and you looked at her so…submissively. It was then she realized the severity of her relentless pushing and pulling, and just how much she liked seeing you like that.

All day, the two of you thought of each other. It took all of your energy to focus on the tasks at hand while teaching, constantly fighting your foggy mind.

Every second Melissa wasn't speaking, her mind wandered back to that pitiful, needy look on your face. She wouldn't stop until she saw it again.

And again.

And again.

At home, it was even harder for Melissa to stop thinking about you, having nothing to distract herself with. Before the sun could set, she was laying in her bed with wandering hands while replaying that moment over and over.

The redhead surprised herself with how wet she grew thinking about that interaction, and the many other things it could lead to. She barely touched herself and it was a mess.

Melissa wasted no time in pleasuring herself, thinking only of your doe eyes and shaky voice. That raw, needy reaction—because of her.

A low, stuttered moan escaped her soft lips the moment she pushed her fingers into herself. The sensation from her slow pumps were making her face heat up. It wasn't long until her free hand was underneath her shirt, frantically teasing and pulling at her hard nipple.

All Melissa could think about was you, how badly she wanted—no, needed, to hear and see you falter like that. She wanted to tease you and push you until you couldn't take it anymore, begging her for something, anything.

Loud grunts and moans of your name filled her bedroom, her breath getting faster and faster just like the movement of her fingers. She was struggling to keep her eyes open, her mascara covered lashes fluttering inconsistently.

A familiar warmth grew within Melissa, so she kept pushing and pushing and thinking of your sweet voice calling her names and-

Her warm body tensed and twitched with a sudden release, a near silent moan escaping her. She was nearly shaking at this point. Out of breath, exhausted, and with a slight smile on her face, Melissa laid there. Thinking only of you.

Unbeknownst to her, you had a very similar night.

All night you were thinking about how close she was to you earlier, the smell of her perfume engulfing you, the heat of her breath on your ear. You spent what felt like hours wondering what other things she would say to you like that, how else she would love to tease and taunt you.

It wasn't until after you had finished pleasuring yourself to the idea of Melissa that you realized you had to look her in the face tomorrow.

The next morning at work, you avoided the break room before class started. Although, you didn't necessarily need to, because Melissa was doing the same.

Of course the rest of the staff noticed both of your absences, and while Barbara went to Melissa just before the bell, Janine came to you.

“Hey! Missed you this morning, everything okay?” Janine announced her presence in your room, cheerful as always. Your head popped up at the sound of her voice and returned her bright smile.

“Yeah, I'm okay. Just trying to get some extra work done. I'll see you at lunch?” You offered. It was easy to act like everything was normal, because it was. As long as Melissa wasn't there.

Happy with your answer, Janine nodded and bid a quick goodbye just before the students started arriving. Per usual, you opened the classroom door and stood outside to greet each and every one of your students.

Feeling eyes on you from across the hall, you looked up to see Melissa watching you. As soon as your eyes met, she smirked, before returning her attention to her own students entering.

You just blinked a few times in response, before eventually coming back down to earth and engaging with the kids. Today was going to be rough.

The morning was…weird. You knew you were going to see Melissa at lunch, and the knowledge made you nervous. Anxious, almost. The time somehow went by too quickly and too slow for your liking, but eventually, it was break time.

With a deep breath, you confidently walked into the break room and beelined to the fridge to grab your lunch. Most days, you'd sit with Melissa and Barbara at their shared table, but with how nervous you were already feeling, it didn't seem like the best idea.

Walking towards the other table in the room, the redhead’s voice stopped you. “What are you doing?”

Back stiffening, you turn and finally face Melissa. Heat immediately pools in your stomach upon making eye contact, your not-so-friendly thoughts from last night coming back again. You forgot she asked you a question, until she raised her eyebrows at you and you stuttered through some sort of excuse as to why you weren't sitting with her like usual.

Before you could finish your (pathetic) sentence, she pointed to the seat next to her and commanded, “Sit.”

It was like your body made the decision on its own, ignoring the alarms in your head as you walked over to her, taking a seat where she asked.

“Good girl,” She mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear.

You crossed your legs.

Lunch was a blur, you missed every single conversation around you, too focused on Melissa besides you. Every once in a while her eyes flickered over to you, checking on you. Watching, more like. Whenever she laughed her hand would fall to your arm or thigh, lingering just a second longer than needed.

What sick game is she playing?

Hearing your name caught your attention, and Barbara gently reminded you of your plans later tonight for the movies.

“Oh! Right, I can host, do we wanna do, like, seven?” You asked her and Melissa. They agreed, but the two of them had very different expressions. Melissa was…well you weren't entirely sure. She was looking at you with such intensity and the slightest smirk on her face. While Barbara looked almost excited? Like she was excited about something else you didn't know about.

Nonetheless, you all confirmed plans just before the bell, and went to your respective rooms to finish out the work day.

As soon as your last student went home from the day, you rushed home to get the place ready for your friends. Yes, there was still some work to be done, but making sure everything would be perfect for Barbara and Melissa was more important at the moment.

Luckily your apartment was already pretty clean, it just needed some small adjustments and extra blankets and pillows. In the middle of setting things up, you heard your phone buzz.

Barbara Howard

I don't think I can make it to our movie night. Started not feeling well and need some rest. Sorry, dear.

You stared at the screen for a moment before responding with care, feeling momentarily worried for her and her sudden illness.

Until you remembered who else was supposed to come tonight. It was now just going to be you and Melissa, alone in your apartment on a Friday night with a bottle of wine.

You debated on whether or not to text Melissa and let her know, but decided against it. Assuming Barbara has already let her friend know, you continued making sure everything was ready before settling on the couch for a little bit of alone time.

Just a couple minutes past seven o’clock, there was a knock at your door. The sound immediately made you nervous, this was it. You gave yourself an internal pep talk the entire way to the door, before opening it to greet Melissa.

“Hi,” You said quietly, looking at her up and down briefly before smiling shyly.

“Hey you,” Melissa replied affectionately and walked past you to get inside. “Barb’s not here yet?” She asked a bit surprised, turning to face you.

“She didn't tell you? She had to cancel tonight, said she's not feeling good,” You answered, making your way to the couch. Sitting on the smaller loveseat, you expected Melissa to take the actual couch, but instead, she joined you.

“No, she didn't,” Melissa scoffed. She leaned back in her spot, pushing her thigh against your exposed one. “Guess it's just you and me tonight, baby,” She teased, looking at you with that same smirk that made you so frustrated.

You huffed playfully in response, unable to think of anything to say. You avoided her gaze like you have been the past couple of days, trying (and failing) to hide the pink hue on your face and the warmth in your chest.

“Why do you keep doing that?” Melissa asked curiously.

“Doing what?” Answering her question with your own, eyes flashing to hers for just a second before returning to the tv that has yet to be turned on.

“Look at me when I'm speaking to you,” She told you, voice lower than it was before. Her thigh pushed against yours, trying to get your attention.

As soon as you faced her, she spoke again. “That's my girl. Don't shy away from me.”

Your cheeks were undeniably red at this point, and you couldn't help but blink at her repeatedly as you tried to say something, anything.

“You think I don't wanna see you? See how cute it is when I make you all nervous?” She continued to tease since you weren't speaking.

“You don't make me nervous,” You lied.

Melissa either didn't like what you said, or really liked what you said. It was hard to tell at first, the way her eyebrow cocked and her expression hardened.

“Really? Not at all?” She asked flatly, leaning in closer to you.

“Not even the other day?” Melissa brought up what started this whole thing. Mimicking her position in the past and locking you in place, she firmly placed her hand on the arm rest behind you, leaving no room for movement.

“I-I don't know what you’re talking about,” You tried scooting back, but there was nowhere to go. Leaving you squirming in place practically underneath Melissa.

“You're a bad liar, hon.” She replied with a wicked smile on her face. Leaning in even closer, chests almost touching, she asked again. “Do I make you nervous?”

“Melissa-” You sighed out before you could stop yourself, face heating up even more. Green eyes fell down to your chest, watching the quick rise and fall for a moment before making eye contact again.

“God, you sound pretty saying my name like that,” Melissa praised. She noticed your eyes fall to her very close lips as she spoke, and it was all the push she needed to close the distance.

A surprised whine got caught in your throat as soon as you felt her lips against your own, melting into her touch. Melissa was about to pull back, unsure if you wanted this to keep going, but your hand on the back of her neck stopped her quickly.

You could feel her start to smile before she focused more on making you feel good. She kissed you like it was what she was meant to do, her tongue licking and her lips sucking exactly how you needed her to.

Her hands wasted no time finding places to touch, finding out where you liked her fingers the most. When her fingernails dug into your hip possessively you moaned into her mouth. Melissa groaned in response and it was then that she decided that was her favorite sound to hear.

She quickly kissed your lips a few times before making her way down the side of your jaw and eventually to your neck. You felt her hand push on your stomach slightly, urging you to lean back. Of course, you obeyed.

“Are you always such a good girl, or just for me? Hm?” Melissa asked lowly, her breath hot on your ear once again before she nipped your earlobe. You whimpered slightly, hips jolting against her.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart,” She reminded you, but there was a warning in her tone.

“I…Only for you,” You admitted, and there was a weight to your words that both of you understood. Melissa smiled, genuinely smiled, at your answer. Only for a second though, and then her lips and tongue were back to your neck.

The sensation surprised you, earning Melissa a quiet moan from you. She wanted to hear more, she wanted to hear absolutely filthy things fall from your mouth. And she wanted it now.

“Where's your bedroom?” She asked, pulling up from you slightly. Your eyes widened slightly at her sudden question, but eagerly you started to get up to lead her where she wanted.

Melissa stayed close behind, one hand holding onto yours and the other trailing her nails up and down your spine. As soon as you were inside your room, her hand on your back gently pushed you towards the bed, leaving no room for hesitation.

The two of you fell into bed, immediately kissing each other again. Melissa laid you down as she distracted you with her tongue, her hand resting on your hip while yours were dragging and pulling all over her.

“Easy, baby. I'm not going anywhere,” She chuckled at your eagerness. “And I wanna hear you beg for me.”

You couldn't respond before she was kissing and biting your neck again, leaving marks that would certainly still be there on Monday. Every time she bit a little harder you were gasping underneath her, getting more and more flustered by the second. Her hands made their way under your shirt, gently scratching at your stomach.

“Mel, please,” Your voice was quiet and breathless. Close to what Melissa wanted, but not quite.

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want,” She coaxed. Lifting her head up slightly to meet your gaze, her eyes were dark and hungry. Your stomach dropped when you locked eyes, and in that moment you realized how badly Melissa wanted this. Wanted you.

Before you could answer, the redhead snuck her thigh in between yours and gave it a gentle push. A surprised gasp left your lips and Melissa was obsessed with the feeling of your thighs squeezing around her.

As quickly as Melissa made you feel good, she took it away, pulling her thigh away from you and making you chase her.

“You know I don't like asking questions twice,” She said, her voice sharper than before. Her grip on your waist was so tight, part of you worried she might draw blood if she doesn't ease up. But you didn't care, you'd let her if she wanted.

Your hands made their way into her hair, tugging softly as you pulled her closer and more flush against your own body. “I want you, I want to feel you, make me feel good, please,” You begged between kisses.

She smirked upon hearing your words, happy to hear what she had been waiting for, waiting for a lot longer than she’d like to admit. Melissa leans in close, giving you a gentle, almost loving kiss before pulling back barely an inch.

“I got you, baby,” She mutters, her breath hot against your own lips. The warmth of her body makes you feel hot, the feeling only increasing as she continues her work kissing down your jaw and throat.

Melissa uses the position she’s in to her advantage. Her thigh that was previously between yours resumes its position, although this time she gently pushes your legs apart. You felt so vulnerable, but there’s nobody else you trusted more.

While one hand kept her propped up on top of you, her other started drawing circles on your inner exposed thigh painfully slow. You could feel her kisses start to get messier, she was just as ready as you were for this. The little whimpers and squirms you were making were out of your control at this point, but neither of you minded.

“God, you sound so pretty,” Melissa praised lowly. “All worked up just for me? Huh, baby?”

You bit your lip, subconsciously arching up to be closer to the woman. Not wanting to keep her waiting, you stuttered through a response. “Y-yes, yes its all for you,” You answer.

Melissa was happy with the responses she was getting. From your whiny voice and ragged breaths, she was more than pleased with how you were reacting to her touch. She also didn’t want to keep you waiting, so she finally moved her thumb from your thigh to where you needed her most.

A pitiful whine left your lips as soon as she circled softly over your clothed center, and her own face started heating up at what she was pulling out of you. As she continued her gentle touches, she moved closer to give you another kiss, even if you couldn’t match her intensity right now.

“This is exactly how I wanted you,” She muttered, so quiet it took you a second to register what she had just said.

”W-what?” you asked, just before another quiet moan escaped. It was hard to focus on what she was saying while she was touching you so…affectionately.

She kissed you again, hungrier this time. “You…You’re so cute like this…so needy and…desperate for me…” She breathed out between kisses, her words falling on your lips. “I've thought about something like this so many times…”

She increased the pressure with her thumb just enough to have you whining again, especially after admitting what she just did. You felt on top of the world and out of body all at the same time. Because of Melissa. For Melissa.

“Fuck…Mel please, I need you I need you so bad, please,” You begged, the words rambling out as you desperately ached for more of her touch. It was pathetic, but you didn’t care.

“Okay sweet girl, since you asked so nicely,” She replied, voice dripping with a dangerous sweetness. She sat up just a bit, enough to look at you. She took in the beautiful sight of you panting and begging underneath her, a moment she would never forget. A smirk danced across her face as she moved to take your shorts off, tossing them to the side absentmindedly before pulling your underwear off painfully slow. Those, she knew exactly where to put—in the pocket of her sweatpants, just a reminder of tonight.

“So pretty,” she murmured, and dragged a finger slowly between your folds. Both of you moaned at the contact. She felt so good, and so did you.

“Fuck…Melissa,” You whined again at the contact, hips pushing up towards her. She drew figure eights around your entrance, gathering as much of your wetness as she possibly could. It felt insane, she was going to be the death of you. Maybe nobody you have been with was that skilled, or maybe its because it was Melissa, but nobody had ever made you feel this good from almost nothing.

“You’re being so good baby, so good for me,” She cooed before taking her finger away and sliding it into her mouth. You watched as she meticulously cleaned herself, a moment of pleasure flashing across her face as she tasted you.

“You taste even better,” Melissa continued her compliments, voice low and possessive. She gave you one more kiss before moving down your body, leaving a trail of hot kisses and nips as she went. She took her thighs in your hands, wrapping her arms around them to put them over her shoulders and keep you in place and open for her. She placed a gentle kiss on your clit, earning her another high pitched whine from you.

“Baby…” You moaned, hands falling to the sheets to keep you grounded.

“I know, I know,” She cooed, and dragged her tongue from your entrance up to your clit. She moaned against you, into you, the vibrations sending chills down your spine. She resumed her figure eight motions from earlier, the sensation much more intense coming from her warm tongue. Every time you moaned, you could feel her doing the same right after, both of you so lost in each other.

You watched as her red hair fell down her face as she started working faster, her tongue and lips attaching themselves to your clit once more. One of your hands left the sheets, instead finding a place in Melissa’s hair, keeping it out of her way and tugging on it gently.

“Oh my god…Fuck, Melissa,” You whined and moaned out to her as she continued pushing you closer to the edge. You felt her sneak a finger inside of you as well, and a much higher, almost squeal left your body at the feeling.

“So good baby,” She said before bringing her lips to you again, her finger slowly pushing in and out as she worked you up. It wasn’t long until she added another, curling them to hit that perfect spot that made you try to squeeze your legs around her head.

You could feel a hot pressure building up in your lower abdomen the more she touched and kissed, it was almost too much—almost.

“Mel- Baby, I-I’m…” You tried to get the words out through stuttering breaths, but you didn’t need to tell her. She could feel you clenching around her fingers, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t love it. If her mouth wasn’t busy giving you affection, she’d be talking you through it. The look in her eyes told you that much. She groaned against you once more, holding eye contact as your jaw fell open.

The pressure burst in an instance as you came undone for Melissa, legs shaking around her as she pushed you through your orgasm. A string of moans and curses fell from your lips, your hand in her hair pulling tightly as you fell over the edge.

Once she felt your body finish and start trying to relax, Melissa slowly pulled her fingers from you, gently cleaning you up with her tongue. It was so soft you almost didn’t feel it. Might not have if you weren’t so sensitive from just a second ago.

“That’s my girl,” She said softly as she made her way back up to you. You laid back, eyes shut as you tried to catch your breath. Her words made your cheeks heat up though, despite barely hearing them. You felt her lips on yours again, but she was much slower and more gentle this time. It was a kiss of affection, not hunger.

“You did so good for me sweetheart,” She mumbled praises as she continued giving you sweet kisses. Your arms wrapped around her and she pulled you against her, letting you roll onto your side and lean against her. Burying your head in her neck, she matched the gesture with a couple kisses to your head, holding you close against her. You hummed in satisfaction, exhaustion taking over.

“Mm, so did you,” You told her sleepily. She could tell she wore you out and she couldn’t blame you after all the relentless teasing she’s been putting you through. With another kiss to the crown of your head, she laid you down before getting up out of the bed.

You shot up instantly, worried she was about to leave you after all this. Melissa could see the concerned expression on your face and eased your ideas. “I’ll be right back honey, I’m just going to get you water,” She said, and left the room with a soft smile. Sighing peacefully, you laid back down and waited for her.

You must’ve started falling asleep despite it being so early, because suddenly you felt Melissa back in bed, pulling your small shirt off your frame to replace it with a more comfortable pajama shirt, the water forgotten about on the nightstand. She pulled you back into her arms, letting you lay against her warm body. You relaxed almost instantly and so did she, the two of you wrapped around each other perfectly. It didn’t take long for sleep to take over, Melissa’s soft voice giving you praises like a lullaby as you drifted off in her arms.

So much for watching the movie.

[friendsinsolitude]

Re: college roommates situationship Mizurui where Mizuki attempts to make Rui think she’s poisoning him by putting almond extract in his food, for funsies. Mizuki’s trying to get a reaction, Rui’s determined to not give her a reaction and trying to figure out her motives for blatantly poisoning or pretending to poison him. Whoever acknowledges it first loses. They play mind games for enrichment.

It starts because Mizuki’s like “it would be really funny if I made Rui think I’m trying to kill him,” so puts a tiny amount of almond extract in something on impulse, expecting him to notice, say something about it, leading into an opportunity to gaslight him, for fun. A classic one-off bit. Rui pauses fractionally when bringing the food to his mouth, implying that he might smell the almondiness, but then he eats it anyway without comment. Which is insane, because Mizuki expected him to say something, who the hell wouldn’t notice an unexpected almondy taste? Now, more than ever, she really really wants to get a reaction out of him, so she just keeps “poisoning” him. How far can she push this?

Rui, for his part, absolutely immediately notices the almond extract, thinks there’s a very low but possible chance it’s cyanide, and thinks she absolutely wants him to think it’s cyanide. In that instant, he knows she wants to see his reaction, and will not give her the satisfaction, for fun, even if it means maybe ingesting a bit of poison. He figures that if she really wanted to kill him, he’d already be dead, so he may as well see where this goes.

For what it’s worth, Mizuki wouldn’t completely ruin every meal with almond extract, just a single drop on a small piece that she makes really obviously suspicious and easy to avoid if Rui wanted to. Like putting it off to the side, or having a fork already stuck in that piece when giving Rui his plate. And she’s definitely not cooking for him every day, I think they take care of most of their meals separately and alternate making dinner / buying food between the two of them. To meet her quota of “poisoning” him once per day, on the days she doesn’t cook, she makes tea for herself and asks if he wants a cup while she’s already boiling the water. He says sure, and Mizuki of course always puts a drop of almond extract in his. Rui notices the first time and then can reasonably expect to be poisoned every time she asks if he wants tea, and he still always drinks the tea, because he’s committed to playing along, and also it actually tastes pretty nice, cyanide or not. He’s like 94% certain it’s almond extract.

And because of the difference in their eating habits, Rui not eating vegetables, Mizuki waiting for things to cool down, it would already be the case that their plates can’t be switched and Mizuki would more often than not watch Rui eat first, which is a normal routine for them but really adds to the suspicious ambiance. The cherry pit on top, you could say. It’s incredibly blatant that Mizuki is tampering with what she serves him, and Rui never once says anything about it, but tries to throw her off in other ways.

Honestly, given his bullshit OP genius shtick, it’s possible that Rui just straight up has some actual cyanide for bullshit science purposes and, crucially, hydroxocobalamin, an antidote to cyanide. Hydroxocobalamin is also a form of B12, and though Rui has the exact opposite dietary restriction from what might result in a B12 deficiency, if he takes any other vitamin supplements to replace vegetables, it would be easy to lump that in with them, have it just in case of the off-chance that Mizuki is actually poisoning him, and offhandedly mention to her that it just so happens to be an antidote to cyanide, in order to make her think he thinks she’s actually poisoning him without ever saying that he suspects her. And Mizuki is then left with the implication that Rui might think he’s actually being poisoned but is willingly ingesting the poison she serves while taking an antidote, for some fucking reason.

They engage in further psychological warfare, of course. Mizuki changes her perfume to something with notes of almond, Rui notices and compliments her on it. Rui buys almond pastries to share, saying he’s been peculiarly fond of almonds as of late. Mizuki buys cherries and apples and other such fruit with notable cyanide content in their seeds. Rui looks up the lethal dose of cyanide where she can see his screen, and quickly closes the tab when he “notices” her catching a glance. Mizuki gets almond blossom branches to put in a vase. Neither of them ever say anything about the meals or tea.

Mizuki secures her victory by forfeiting. It goes like this: she runs out of almond extract. Using like 1ml per day, presuming a somewhat used typical 43ml bottle, there’s reasonably about a month of “poisoning” Rui. Then she runs out, and instead of running to the store to pick some up and continue the game, she simply asks if he wants tea, as routine. He says sure, and he immediately notices the absence of almond extract. Surprised, he slips up, and says it tastes different than usual. That’s cause they just ran out of almond extract, she says. He must’ve grown used to the taste cause she’s been putting it in all his food the last month, she says. He’s entirely thrown by her giving up the game, just straight up admitting that she has been tampering with his food, and that it has in fact just been almond extract. Why, he asks. Why try to make him think he was being poisoned at all?

Well, Mizuki figured he’d be so preoccupied with the threat of cyanide, he wouldn’t notice the [whatever’s funniest to be dosing him with].

Rui is speechless. He never considered that she could be adding anything other than cyanide or almond extract. He makes an expression she didn’t know he was even capable of. She gets the reaction she wanted. She gets the best reaction she could have ever tried to get. And in the face of such satisfaction, her world-class poker face breaks. She’s won. She laughs, and laughs, and laughs. Of course, she did not add anything other than almond extract at any point. But he really, really, really believed her for a second, and even if he never believes her ever again, the look on his face is burned into her mind, and worth absolutely everything. Victory is sweet. Far sweeter than bitter almonds.

[ranunculussy]

enigma | part 08.

ꕥ part 01. | part 02. | part 03. | part 04. | part 05.| part 06. | part 07. ꕥ pair: Spencer Reid × BAU!fem!reader ꕥ warnings/tags: canon-typical violence, kinda graphic description of the crime, swearing, somewhat oblivious Reid and reader, age gap, moderately jealous Spencer, slow-burn, mutual pining, rivals to lovers, english isn't my first language so bear with me pls, if there are other warnings or tags i should add let me know ꕥ word count: ~2.5k ꕥ small author's note: hiiii guys! i know that i said my next published fic will be a sapphic Emily Prentiss one (and that is still coming, i promise), however, things happened and i'm back in my Bucky Barnes obsession era. so i posted a fanfic with him. feel free to check it out if you'd like to, i hope you'll enjoy it ^-^ ꕥ small author's note 2: i also created a small navigation post for my page/works to make it a bit easier for everyone :3 ꕥ summary: Spencer can't quite figure you, his rival out and this annoys him more than it should [this fanfic is also available on AO3 with the same title and username]

wednesday

“So, bear with me please guys.” you murmured while you typed in what you were looking for. “There is a chance that my theory is off- “

“Well, with you there is always a chance of that.” chimed in who else, if not the residential asshole. Annoying little prick.

“I’d heavily advise you to reconsider who you’re messing with when you cannot even use your damn chopsticks properly, doctor.” with your narrowed eyes, you pointed at his pretty hands while he clumsily tried to work some miracle with his Chinese takeout. This seemed to be working, since Reid pressed his lips together and remained silent.

“As I said, there is a chance that my theory is off, still, I’d like to share it with you, in case it helps the investigation.” You said, anxiety slightly building up in you. One of the most hated parts of this job for you was presenting, whether in front of the team or a whole precinct. However, professionality quickly came over you, as if it was switched on. “Selkies are creatures of Nordic and Celtic mythology. The origin of the word comes from Scots, meaning seal, and they’re often associated with the Northern Isles of Scotland. It is said that they live freely in the seas as seals but occasionally come to land where they shed their animal skin to bask in the warmth and light, then, when they decide that it’s time to head back to the sea, they put their seal skin back on and disappear into the waves. In folklore, they’re often depicted as beautiful and charming women, and if a human man finds the skin of a selkie while they’re on the shores and steal it, they can force the selkie into marrying them, causing the selkie to be resentful and unhappy, because they’ll always long for the sea. If they’re lucky, they can steal back their skin and make a run for it.”

“I’m not saying that this is unrelated but how exactly did you connect the dots?” after a few silent seconds, your boss cleared his throat and leaned forward on his seat.

Warmness spread across your cheeks and ears as you realised you only told half of what you wanted originally. “Ah yes, sorry I left that out. So, at first, I only had an inkling. Even as a child, I loved mythology from all over the world, and I spent a lot of time learning about the different creatures and their stories. When we got introduced to the case, the selkie was the first thing that came into my mind, but I found it a bit silly, so I didn’t say anything. However, I couldn’t shake this weird feeling and asked Garcia to investigate the victim’s marital backgrounds, looking for anything that’d indicate problems.”

“And?” Emily curiously raised her eyebrows while silently calculating which sushi should be left as the last, most fulfilling bite.

“The second victim was in marriage counselling a few years ago but they stopped showing up according to the reports. The first victim was seeing a private therapist, which could mean anything, of course, but there might be a connection.”

After some thinking, Hotch decided to split the unit into three. JJ, and Morgan will investigate this as if they’re looking for an extreme animal rights or a climate change activist who’s trying to make a statement, Rossi, Emily and he will remain in the station and take the statements of the husbands and relatives of the victims, and finally, you and Reid will start investigating your selkie theory. Before anyone asks, Reid volunteered to be on your team. According to him, he wants to see you set yourself up for failure. To be honest, you didn’t quite understand this. If he wanted to prove you wrong and take the win for this case when the team eventually solves it, he should be on the opposite, investigating and proving the activist theory, not yours. This way, he had significantly less chance of taking the point for this in your imaginary ‘solved case race’.

Now, you were sitting next to him, finally relaxed enough to eat your reheated noodles. The others headed out a few minutes ago, it was just the two of you. He couldn’t eat as fast as the others since he wasn’t as skilled with the chopsticks and refused to back down, but it was obvious that he became more and more frustrated. As always, when he couldn’t exactly figure something out, it bothered him. You glanced at his long, slender fingers and mentally let out a sigh before opening your mouth.

“Khm… Would you like some help?”

“Help?” he looked up at you, his brows slightly furrowed, to which you just pointed at the wooden sticks between his unsteady fingers. “Ah, no. I’m okay.”

“Mmm, I can see. There is nothing wrong with admitting that you’re not good at something. You can always try getting better.” There was no use in denying how much you enjoyed this. With his free hand, Spencer moved a straying wavy lock out of his face, which was one of his stalling tactics, you noticed this early on.

To be honest, he was quite pissed at himself for still not being able to eat with those damned utensils. He made a fool of himself in his rookie days when Gideon was still in the team, and they celebrated a closed case in that dimly lit Chinese restaurant. It was childish but he got so mad at the inanimate objects that he avoided using them ever since. Today was an unfortunate day

“Fine, help me.” he murmured. It was barely audible, but you definitely heard it, and while he was looking anywhere but at you, a winner grin spread across your face.

“Okay, follow my instructions, doc.” you clapped your hands together excitedly and scooted a bit closer to him. Cute, thought Spencer. “So, there are many ways to use chopsticks but the easiest, in my honest opinion is…”

While you explained to him the way you first figured out how to eat with the utensils, he could’ve sworn your eyes were sparkling. This was such a mundane thing, but you were definitely in your element, which looked good on you. Before he noticed it, your enthusiasm made him smile and he got swept up in the moment. His eyes gently explored your face, starting from your eyebrows to your eyes, your nose, your lips, where he stopped for a few seconds and instinctively licked his own, then lifted his gaze back to your eyes. This came so naturally, so involuntarily, as if he never had any problem with maintaining eye contact.

“Now you try it.”

Oof, he might have fucked things up a bit by getting distracted, he realized. This was one of those rare moments when he knew, he didn’t really have the upper hand and had no idea how to smoothly recover. This wasn’t the first time when he went dumb in your company, and he knew he’ll have to do something about it, possibly in the near future.

“Uhm…” his confused look almost made you chuckle.

“Can I?” you pointed at his hands. It was one thing that recently he became bolder with physical contact, still, you wanted to make sure he was comfortable with touching. After he nodded, you reached forward, ignoring your heart that was beating like a war drum in your chest. This was a perfectly normal thing to do with your co-worker. If there was literally any other member in that goddamned chair instead of Reid, you would’ve been fine. You had to do something about your inability to function on 110% when you were in his company, and you had to do it quickly.

Your gentle touch and overall proximity caused his breath to hitch for a short moment, but you were too deep in your head to notice it, to his luck. You carefully moved his fingers, placed the chopsticks in their places and explained once again how to move them.

He caught himself getting distracted by your smell, your voice, your looks, by you again. He had to stop this, stop himself or this will turn awkward really quick. So, he practically forced himself to listen and learn, as he should’ve done a few minutes ago.

A few hours later you and Spencer were walking towards the black SUV in the garage of the modern, quite possibly overprized medical centre. You decided to start your investigation at the private therapist of Ruby, the first victim, with little to no success.

“The next person that says HIPAA today will get their asses beaten, I’m being so fucking serious right now.” to this, the man on left let out a soft chuckle. Before you could’ve said anything else, the genius’s phone rang.

“Hey Garcia,” he greeted the person at the other end of the line. “Got it, we’ll head there right now.”

“What is it?” you asked as you got into the characteristically FBI vehicle.

“Sarah Moore’s husband didn’t show up at the precinct and there is no way of contacting him.”

After circa fifteen minutes, you pulled up to the Moore family’s driveway. Both of you got your badges ready but didn’t pull your guns out just yet. You didn’t want to scare or agitate the man.

“Jeremy Moore, FBI!” Reid’s loud, confident, demanding tone sent shivers down your spine. He looked so hot like this. “FBI, open up!”

The absence of any reaction meant you had to do this the hard way. Where is Derek when you need him? Since the entrance door had little decorative windows on the side, Spencer took down his suit, wrapped around his right fist and smashed the glass. What was in that damn Chinese takeout that suddenly made him so… woah. Better yet, what was in your Chinese takeout that suddenly made you notice every little thing he did.

Now, with your firearms in your hands, you entered the silent house. After securing the whole place, which was entirely empty, it was time for investigating. The power was cut, covering the rooms in darkness so you had to use your flashlights, which always annoyed you a bit, you felt restricted in a way.

While you went through the Moore’s stuffs in the living room, Spencer decided to uncover any possible secrets the kitchen might have held. What you first noticed was there weren’t any family photos. The room felt artificial. By what you were able to tell in the dim light, it looked like those fake photos on the covers of home decoration magazines. Fireplace in the middle of the left wall, piano in the upper right corner, huge beige couches and armchairs, a fluffy rug, a huge television and some decorative bookshelves. But nowhere anything personal.

“Y/N,” Spencer called your name, to which you peaked out from the living room. With his fingers, he gestured, calling you closer. When you walked up to his side, he pointed at the kitchen sink. “Look.”

There, in the silver, modern sink was a built-in garbage disposal unit, which was surrounded by dried blood and pieces of torn skin and flesh.

“What the…” you murmured and raised your flashlight, looking for any other signs of violence. Other than what you’ve found, everything else looked perfectly intact. “I’ll call Hotch, don’t go anywhere.”

“Where would I…?”

Half an hour later the property was filled with members of the FBI, CSI and the local police force. So much so that even the infamous Chief Miller decided to grace you with his time. Awesome. You could tell by Hotch’s and Emily’s face how annoyed they were already. You were guessing that the freshly appointed man didn’t make their jobs easier back at the precinct.

“Chief Miller, these are my agents, SSA Y/N L/N and Doctor Spencer Reid.” You got introduced by your boss while Emily and Rossi decided to join the CSI guys. The man in front of you was tall, obviously well-built, with a very authoritative presence. His wavy black hair had some straying grey in it, and you had to admit it, it complimented his tanned skin and deep brown, almost black irises.

“Nice to meet you.” you nodded but refrained from shaking hands, just like the man on your right.

“How are we discovering this just now?” asked Miller without greeting, which was already a bad start for you.

“Because we just got here? Moore didn’t show up to give his statement, so we came here to check in as soon as we got informed about it.” you answered, not taking his accusative tone well.

“This should’ve been the first thing you do after discovering the body.”

“With all due respect, sir, we weren’t even on the case when the victim was discovered. If anything, it should’ve been your men’s responsibility to contact the husband as quick as possible.” Seems like Spencer didn’t appreciate his tone either. Fake, polite smiles sat on your lip while you were trying to behave. Maybe you were more defensive because you knew beforehand that Miller will be a pain in your ass and in your mind, you already saw him as a threat or an obstacle. But it was surprising how fast Reid snapped back.

Around here, you decided that it’d be for the best if you excused yourself and joined up with the others. At times like this, you were glad that you weren’t in a leading position. Your sense of justice and slight problem with authority would make you unemployed faster than an affair scandal.

Prentiss and Dave were squatting in front of the cabinet with the sink and were working on disassembling the outlet to check if there are any human remains left in it.

“I can tell he doesn’t really believe in what we do.” said Emily.

“Oh wow, if I had a fucking penny for each time we were invited in on a case where the local police force thought this, I could retire.” you groaned and rolled your eyes.

When Rossi took the components apart, thickened blood and clumps of remains filled the empty bucked placed under the pipe. You didn’t notice, but from the other side of the room, Reid silently kept his eyes you. When your only reaction was a quiet hum and slightly raised eyebrows, he got reminded of the fact that he still was nowhere near close figuring you out.

A few minutes later another crime scene was discovered, this time in the storm shelter that was hidden away at the far end of the property, that’s why you and Spencer haven’t discovered it when you secured the place. The small, underground room looked like as if it was painted red by the amount of blood that got spilled there. You were more than sure that you found where Sarah Moore spent the excruciating end of her life.

thank you again for reading my work, hope you're having an awesome day! i hope it isn't a problem that this fic is getting longer, i'm just taking slow burn seriously (only thing i can do lmao) taglist: @halfbloodwriter @starrystormwritings @kspencer34 @maisyyyyyy @theseerbetweenus @throwaway-things @pleasantwitchgarden divider from @cafekitsune gif from @reidgif

[kyoshithewriter]

Pomum. (Part One).

Summary: In which a young woman learns her family’s business is not as innocent as it seems and that the forbidden fruit is always the sweetest.

Warnings: There will be violence, age gap, mentions of drug use, smut and angst. (18+)

A/n: And here we go. The fic that I was hesitant to publish because I stopped feeling it a while back and started borrowing bits and pieces from it (if you see anything familiar please ignore, I tweaked it as best as I was able to looool). Hopefully, I don’t fall out of love with it again and discontinue writing it:/

Sofía is staring; she knows she is. She’s also aware of how creepy it is but she can’t help it. His eyes have drifted in her direction a few times and she had tried to avert her own swiftly. Though, she’s certain he caught her once or twice. It feels like there are heated stones on her face, just like the ones they use at that spa her mom loves to drag her off to for their ‘girl’s day out.’ While those stones are usually relaxing- calming; this heat makes her tingle from head to foot- flushed, flustered. Sofía does a quick sweep of the room to ensure that no one is looking in her direction before her eyes are fixed on him again. It’s automatic. He’s the kind of person that commands attention. From his towering height, to his well fitted designer suits and expensive watches; they help create a certain aura of not only someone who’s important but highly confident. He’s always the picture of calm and collected but never relaxed. In their line of work, it would be stupid to be. But she has never witnessed him raise his voice or react too emotionally to any situation, no matter how dire. Not like her father whose anger is explosive when things aren’t going his way, whose laugh echoes around the entire mansion when he finds something amusing. Sofía knew from the very first day her father had brought the man to their mansion two years ago and introduced him as his new ‘business partner,’ that she was in trouble. However, she did not anticipate this crush or whatever it is to persist for this long. It’s even more pathetic because she’s certain that man has not said more than ten words to her directly over the years.

“Sofía, did you hear what I said?”

Sofía startles slightly at the impatient edge in Donavon’s tone. She’s seated on one of the expansive crème couches in the living room watching her father (Donavon), Virgil and a few lackeys her dad calls his security having a hushed conversation in their large, colourful, Spanish- style kitchen. She had been lost in her thoughts about the older man again and missed whatever it was her father had said. Judging by the scowl on his face, he had been trying to get her attention for a while.

“Um…”

The man heaves a sigh.

“Adrian did not show up for work today. Virgil is heading back to his office so he’ll drop you off at school. I have to investi- I have something else to deal with.” The man switches his mouth at the last minute. Sofía wants to roll her eyes. Her father thinks she is so naive that she hasn’t figured out that he’s not just some ordinary owner of multiple car dealerships. It takes a few seconds for her brain to process what her father said, and when it does, her cheeks would’ve flamed a bright red if her skin wasn’t cocoa brown.

“Is Adrian okay?” She manages to squeak out. Adrian is her driver (she knows he’s also somewhat of a bodyguard), though they weren’t close, the man was nice enough and they share similar tastes in music so the car rides were always enjoyable. The question seems to immediately add a few extra wrinkles to her father’s angular face. He scratches uneasily at his full beard that’s streaked with a few silvery hairs.

“He’s not the type to not show up to work without communicating with me. But I’m sure he’s fine. Probably hungover or something, don't worry about it. You only have one class today, yes?”

Sofía offers a nod, though she wants to roll her eyes at the question. The man knows her timetable like the back of his hand.

“Good. I’ll send someone to pick you up immediately after. As soon as class is dismissed you come straight home, understood?”

Sofía’s spine automatically straightens at his commanding tone.

“Understood.” She echoes quietly.

“Good. Virgil, you let me know as soon as you hear anything.”

Sofía shoots a nervous glance at the tall, caramel skin man who just offers a subtle nod. His hair is in his signature slick back bun at the back of his head; his goatee neatly trimmed. The man fixes his dark brown eyes in her direction and her body hums. She stands, smoothing her hands along her midi bodycon nude dress that matches her long sleeve cropped, shrug sweater. She styled her long, thick, jet black 4a hair in a half up- half down look that’s complemented by curls from an overnight twist out.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been dressing up to go to classes. Remember you’re only there to learn, you’ll start courting Romano soon.”

“Dad!” Sofía’s cheeks flush in anger.

“Sofía you list-”

“I’m already behind on schedule, finish this conversation later.” Virgil rudely interrupts her father. Usually, that disrespect wouldn’t be tolerated. Usually. But for some strange reason, the rules tend to be flexible when it comes to Virgil.

“Come.”

One word. One word said in her direction and Sofía’s legs feel like jelly. She takes a second to catch her breath fearing she’d crumble to the ground in a heap if she moved immediately. ‘Come’. She wants to. Preferably with him so deep-

“See you in three hours.” Her father reminds her sternly.

She barely looks in his direction as she gives a subtle nod before jogging to catch up with Virgil’s long strides.

**********

Buildings and cars blur together in a multitude of colors in her peripheral as the black Porsche goes well above the speed limit. Adrian was never allowed to speed with her in the vehicle, but with the man currently around the wheel she feels no fear. In fact, she’s too busy drooling to even care.

“You’re not subtle, you know?” The man speaks without taking his eyes off the road.

Sofía sputters. “What?”

“You need to stop before your father thinks there’s something going on between us.” He says gruffly, an annoyed tick to his jaw.

“What do you mean?” Sofía feigns ignorance.

“You stare at me. A lot. If I notice then other people will.”

“You think people are going to assume there’s something going on between us because I look at you?” She scoffs even as her cheeks burn and her heart gallops in her chest.

“It’s not just the fact that you look at me, it’s how you look at me.” He clenches his hands around the steering wheel.

“And how do I look at you?”

“Like a love sick puppy.” His tone is so conversational despite his embarrassing words.

Sofía wants the ground to open up and swallow her. Embarrassed doesn’t begin to describe how she feels.

“You’re crazy…”

“I understand that you can’t help attraction; but you’re young and my partner’s daughter. If he suspects there’s something going on because you can’t stop staring it’s going to cause a lot of trouble that I don’t want to deal with. Control yourself.” For the first time since they got in the car, Virgil turns his head in her direction to pin her with an annoyed look.

Ouch.

“Your head is clearly all the way up your ass. I stare a lot because I don’t trust you!” Not exactly a lie. Sofía was puzzled the night of her twenty-second birthday party when her dad first introduced the man. She is used to meeting her father’s “business partners” but the dynamic amongst all of them was still clear: her father was the boss. His word is law— he calls the shots. With Virgil, it’s not the same. There always seems to be some invisible power struggle going on between them. They might think it’s subtle but Sofía is usually really good at reading people: their emotions, their motives, their intentions. There’s a very thin line between the top of the hierarchy when it comes to her father and the man in the driver’s seat. Who is he? And why does her father secretly fear him? Mr. Hernandez is too proud a man to ever admit it or let it show; he’s good at hiding it but not from her. She sees the way he fidgets when Virgil is around, she notices the way he swallows a little too heavily in his presence. She sees it all.

He stiffens subtly in his seat; “And how have I been untrustworthy?”

“Who are you really? And how did you become my dad’s ‘partner’?”

The man doesn’t respond. Tension. His knuckles turn white with his grip on the wheel. The silence stretches between them for another minute before the car gently rolls to a stop. Sofía was so busy glaring at him that she didn’t notice they had entered campus.

“Be at this exact spot at 11:35 and not a minute later. Your father hasn’t said it yet, but he’ll want me to be the one to pick you up.”

Sofía gathers her bags and water bottle with a roll of her eyes before exiting the vehicle. She uses more force than necessary to slam the door shut behind her then moves across the manicured lawn of the university campus.

“Like a love sick puppy.” She repeats to herself mockingly. “Who the hell does he think he is?” She hisses under her breath. ‘But you do stare at him like he hung the moon,’ her brain unhelpfully supplies. The vehicle peels off behind her, skating across asphalt and scattering a few small pebbles. Sofía enters the lecture hall just behind her professor of organic chemistry who has already begun urging the class to get settled. Mr. Schmidt is a tall, pot-bellied, pale man with wispy brown hair and dull blue eyes. He lectures like the plain brown suits he wears to classes-mundane, boring. But there’s no doubt that his knowledge of the subject is extensive. He often comes without supplies; no books, no laptops or projectors, just knowledge off the top of his head. It’s so impressive that Sofía has recently grown to admire him, and despite his boring lectures, she looks forward to his classes the most. Sofía pushes thoughts of Adrian, her father and Virgil to the furthest corner of her mind and gives Mr. Schmidt her undivided attention.

*******

Sofía sits stiffly in the passenger seat with her body angled towards the door on her side of the luxury car. Virgil returned to pick her up in a black G-wagon instead of the Porsche he had a few hours ago. She’s being petty but she vowed to never look in his direction again since her stare offends him so much.

“Drop the attitude before he thinks I’ve done something to offend you.” Virgil mutters as they turn onto the quiet street that leads to her house.

“Well, for your information, you have.”

The man scoffs but the furrow between his eyebrows deepens.

“Because I told you that you’re not subtle in the way you stare at me?”

“Those weren’t your exact words but yes. And since you hate when I look at you so much I’ll just stop doing it.” She keeps her eyes on the window that she can barely see through. This vehicle is heavily tinted and he’s kept the windows up with the air conditioning whirring on the highest setting.

His chuckle in response lacks humor.

“How old are you again?”

“Stop acting like I’m a child. You know I’m 24… in a few days.” She tacks on the last part under her breath. She doesn’t want to remind him of how much younger than him she really is.

“Well you should stop acting like a child.” He retorts. “This behaviour-”

“I wouldn’t be doing this if you didn’t embarrass me!” She admits before biting into her plump lower lip.

“That wasn’t my intention. I’m just… honest. You do look at me like you want to fuck me, Sofía-”

“And what if I do? What if I do want to… you. Is that so bad?”

The man whips his head in her direction after her question. His almond shaped cocoa brown eyes meet her molten chocolate, doe ones.

“Yes. Yes it would be.”

“Right, because you’re not attracted to-”

“Because I’m ten years older than you. Because I’m your father’s friend. Do you understand how complicated that would make everything?”

The black, metal gate slowly squeaks open ahead of them.

“So if my father weren’t to know-”

“Sofía.” His knuckles pale against the steering wheel.

“He wouldn’t-”

“Stop.”

She immediately bites down on her lower lip. He didn’t yell but he didn’t have to. The one word, cold and clipped from his mouth was enough.

“We won't speak about this again. Ever.”

Sofía swallows around the lump in her throat as she offers a subtle nod. The car pulls to a stop at their front door in the circular driveway. Sofía hops out the vehicle, gently closing the door behind her offering her father a tight-lipped smile as he greets them in the foyer.

“Everything okay?” Her father’s hazel eyes are so colored with concern.

“Uh, yea just a little sleepy.” The lie rolls off her tongue smoothly.

“Alright. Head upstairs, I need to talk to Virgil.” He presses a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Sofía’s blood runs cold at the look on her father’s face as he turns his attention to the man behind her.

“You’ve heard something.” Virgil states with a clench to his jaw.

“Yes. And it’s not good.” Her father replies solemnly.

“Is it about Adrian? Is he okay?” Sofía questions timidly.

“In my office, Virgil. We’ll talk later, Sofía.”

The duo make their way upstairs sharing hushed whispers. Sofía doesn’t need to hear their conversation to know what happened. Adrian is dead.

[itadooori]

my slightly cohesive squid game s3 thoughts (SPOILERS)

obligatory disclaimer that i am NOT trying to tell anyone that they're stupid or illiterate if they don't agree with this. you're more than entitled to your own feelings about s3, these just happen to be mine. i'm not looking to fight with anyone, i just thought i'd share some things that may help someone come to peace with season three a little more. buckle up folks this is a YAPFEST

To preface this, I want to say that whenever I interact with a series and it makes a decision I don't like and/or don't understand, I try my hardest to figure out why it's there. This is essentially what this post is: me figuring out why the things that happened in squid game s3 happened. Some of the things still bother me despite the reasons I've seen, and some things I've made a bit of peace with.

Over the weekend I've been formulating my thoughts about s3 and the finale. I also read some interviews explaining certain choices, as well as posts from people who liked the ending/the season and people who disliked the ending/the season. I wanted to give myself a bit of time to post about this with a clearer head, and also wanted to try to understand the message HDH was trying to send.

I've given myself some time to process Gi-hun's death, and I think I'm actually okay with it? I've always kept his death as a real possibility in mind, so the fact he died didn't shock me, but did devastate me as he is my favorite character. I honestly loved the journey that Gi-hun's character went through this season as a whole, it was so full of grief and despair and was extremely heart-wrenching.

Some posts that helped ease my mind a bit about Gi-hun's choice (as well as some of the finale as a whole) are this and this.

(I also found this post to be interesting and it opened my mind up to some deeper thinking, so I'd give it a look if you're interested!)

Now. I want to admit: I am not as unhappy with the ending as much as I initially was. After reading some of HDH's words and other peoples' analysis on the ending, I'm starting to understand the angle it's going for, and I do appreciate it.

Obviously, my critiques haven't vanished -- I have my fair share of things I'm not happy about. I wish that In-ho had a bit more screen-time. I heavily dislike how Jun-ho's character was handled in s3. I also think that the pacing was off in places, notably in the latter half of the season. And of course, I do wish that the reveal scene had a bit More to it.

Also I just dislike the idea of an American spinoff so I was bound to dislike that last scene LMAO but that seems more like Netflix meddling than anything HDH wanted.

HOWEVER, there were also several things this season that did hit me very hard, and that I hold close to my heart. Many, many people have brought up (and rightfully criticized) the things I mentioned above, and I feel that elaborating on those points would be regurgitating what's already out there. So I'll spend some time talking about the things I DID enjoy in s3:

• IDK if this is a hot take or not, but I really loved the Dae-ho and Gi-hun stuff. It was so fucking dark and the furthest we've ever seen Gi-hun fall and I enjoyed every second of it. I don't think Gi-hun was simply mad at Dae-ho about the ammo; that was only part of it. Dae-ho I think on a narrative level served as Gi-hun's internal monologue towards himself, and I think this is backed up by the fact Seon-nyeo tells him that killing Dae-ho will clear his bad karma. And in that altered state of mind, induced by a psychotic break, he believed that. Obviously, when he killed Dae-ho that caused some sort of Realization, which is why he switches from "it's your fault" to "it's my fault" as he attempts suicide again. Also, on the topic of Dae-ho, if you're upset about the military reveal, I'd recommend reading this post because Netflix fucked up the subtitles and I think the more accurate translation falls more in line with his character.

• As a trans person, I honestly liked how Hyun-ju's death was handled. Her death did not strike me as uniquely gore-y or horrible, nor was it tied to her transness. It was tied to her core traits of kindness and commitment to other people. Her death, imo, continued to humanize her. I hope that her existence helped open up some peoples' minds.

• I loved the callbacks to Sae-byeok. First, the more subtle one of Gi-hun telling Geum-ja that he's "not that kind of person" just hit me like a TRAIN. I teared up. And then when Gi-hun had an outright flashback to Sae-byeok when he once again thought about killing someone in their sleep, I actually bawled.

• The entire Gi-hun/In-ho flashback sequence with the dagger. I have no notes. That was beautifully done and one of the best scenes in the entire season imo.

• MIN-SU'S ENTIRE JOURNEY IN S3 WAS REALLY COMPELLING TO ME?? I already really liked him before, but I was absolutely enamored by what they did with him. The hallucinations were genuinely terrifying, and him finally taking Se-mi's hand in death actually made me tear up. I love that lil guy. He straight up went thru every circle of hell.

• Geum-ja's speech to Gi-hun was very very touching. Both of these characters just went through the worst day Ever and yet she still shows him kindness and a reason to keep going. I love all the subtle expressions LJJ displays in this scene too.

• I liked that No-eul got a good ending. She deserved it. I'm glad that she gets to reunite with her daughter, a reflection of something Gi-hun didn't get to do.

• The tragedy between Geum-ja and Yong-sik....goddddddddd I wept.

• Seeing Gi-hun carrying around Jun-hee's baby was like cocomelon to me. The way he smiled at her had me sooo weak I love him so much.

• Woo-seok's little side plot was fun and I liked seeing him get some spotlight.

• Jun-ho not wanting to become a cop again LMFAO I loved that the story still sticks to its dislike of cops and the justice system.

• Of course, as always, the cast's acting was absolutely phenomenal. Even for scenes I don't like, the actors did the best that they could and I think they deserve recognition for that.

There are some more things I could list, but this post is getting long enough lmfaoo

Now, I believe that my feelings on season three are more complex than they were initially. I feel a little isolated from the majority of the fandom right now because while I have my issues, I don't Hate it. Far from it, honestly. It feels more like a "i enjoy many things about this, and i understand and appreciate the message being sent, i just wish that some of it was done Better" type thing.

I've also been looking at squid game, especially season three, similarly to how I'd look at a Greek tragedy. Squid game shares a lot of key elements you see in them: dramatic irony, hubris, hamartia (a fatal flaw or lapse in judgement leading to a character's downfall), peripeteia (a sudden reversal of circumstances), catharsis (emotional release), and moral dilemmas. The themes also overlap, and I'm reminded of tragedies like Electra. And I think that some of s3's choices make a little bit of sense if you see the story as emulating a Greek tragedy; I'm not saying you have to like it, but for me it made me more understanding of the message being conveyed.

Finally, I want to say that my love for squid game hasn't diminished at all, and I won't be leaving the fandom any time soon. Even with my complicated feelings about s3, I still think s1 and s2 are incredible and it's worth sticking around even just for them.

TLDR; my thoughts are still complicated, but i don't think the season is as bad as i initially thought

[lixy-u]

Billionaire complex

Pre-suit!Tony x Secret!Time-travel Spider-Man Peter 

I was thinking of an alternative world where after Tony snapped his fingers and Peter don’t take it very well. Now, a wanderer in time, he traveled back. 

Still Spider-Man, he carried out his duty.

I want to write a fic like this.

______

Tony knew that he’d been in more fucked up situation but if he had to make a tierlist then this was probably the most fucked up he’d ever been. 

Waking up with a hangover in a stranger’s hotel room was not on his agenda today. 

“Sir, would you like me to prepare for a press conference or lawyers ? Because Tony Stark’s intrusion in an innocent’s hotel room was a pretty big thing.” Jarvis - currently acting as his tinted glasses - asked him. 

“Shut it Jarvis !” Tony quickly pushed his body up “Where am I ?”

“According to the hotel’s plans, you are in Floor 12, Room 9 - a floor reserved for the president suite, and you’ve messed up the room number, Sir.” Jarvis pulled up the hotel’s plans and showed him his current location.

“I know, I know that Jarvis -” Tony sighed, his head was still spinning due to the hangover and he could feel himself throwing up soon. Tony took a quick glance at the room he was in, and it was a neat room, roses filled the couch with various of gifts wrapped in those fancy boxes coming from many luxuries brand, just a quick glance but his mind had already identified so many of them : Valentino, Chanel, Gucci, Hermes - all of that filled a big ass black couch in the corner of the room. He can see the effort behind all of the boxes, and there was a few luggages near the closet, still unpacked and a watch - that he’d never seen the model before laying on the table near the balcony. 

“This is not my place and I can see that, I’m not blind”

Tony stood up, he gathered his tie and vest but before he attempted his escape. 

“Let’s get out of here befo-!” 

“Sir, I’ve detected a source of heat coming out of the bathroom.” Jarvis switched the day vision to night vision showing a person was coming out from the bathroom. 

Panic and nervous rose, Tony Stark stepped a few steps backward, wires in his head trying to work at their maximum capacity to figure something to do in this situation but the hangover was still killing him, it affected the playboy-most eligible bachelor-handsome-billionaire-genius-inventor  Tony Stark. 

“I’ve heard the sounds, Jarvis, what should I do ?” Tony looked around trying to make his escape.

“Ugh, does Stark's charm work in this situation ?”

“I bet yes if they’re a hot lady, or a twink. But in this case, I’d suggest the balcony, sir.” Jarvis joked and his tinted glasses flickered, an arrow pointed to his left.

Following Jarvis, Tony quickly made his way to the balcony, lucky the balcony’s window glass was a two way window and for “more kinky play”, he can just switch the window in reverse and the people inside can’t see the people outside. 

“...What would I do without you Jarvis.”

“Exactly.” Jarvis fired back, clearly still upset that his boss just slept off and ignored his callings earlier. 

Tony heard the shower stop and the bathroom’s door opened up. 

To reveal - god, the prettiest twink he’d ever had pleasure to lay his eyes upon. 

A lithe body, creamy skin begged to be marked with toned legs that he wish could be wrapping around his waist right now, and don’t get he started on those brown curls that were a bit damp from the shower but still full of energy bouncing with each of its owner’s steps, his face was breath-taking, cherry pink lips, shiny with a bit of gloss, a cute nose and doe-eyes, was already enough to get a boner of out Tony despite his hangover still. 

Peter stepped out of the showers dressing in only a white oversized shirt and no pants on, he tried to dry his hairs with the towel but his unruly hairs were so damn hard to set them down. After a while he gave up. 

He sat down on the couch, crossing his legs, he looked over the balcony ?

Tony’s breath hitched.

He heard the unnamed pretty called out. 

“Karen ? What time is it ?”

“It’s 3:07 Pm, Peter. And I’d like to remind you that Mr.Liu was expecting to see you at the charity gala tonight at 9Pm.”

“Ok”

Tony’s eyes widened, was that an AI ? in a watch ? THAT HE’D NEVER SEEN BEFORE ? He thought he was the first to create an AI with such intelligence, was there someone else first ?

He whispered to Jarvis, “Jarvis ? Is that an AI ?”

“By the look of it, it could be a theory, sir. However, from my online research there were no watches that had the similar model. But this could be something that is not mass produced so I don’t know if this could be elsewhere.”

Peter sighed, he rubbed his eyes. 

“Mr.Liu again? I thought we’re done ?”

“Apparently he didn’t think so, perhaps it was because he saw at the New York technical conference a few months ago when you were introducing your latest breakthrough at cross species genetics research.”

“Right…”

Shit, Tony’s hard. 

He thought the AI watch was impressive alone but technical conference ? A geneticist ? A biochemist ? This wasnt only a pretty-fuck-and-done twink but a smart twink that could hold a conversation with him. This thought just made Stark love him even more. 

“Karen, please send him a message saying I won’t be attending with him. Also, contact Mr.Yinsen, I’d like to talk with him about the newest emergency fluid that we’ve talked about, see if we can speed up the testing process and put this in mass produce, they held this for so long already.”

Peter ran his hand along the gifts, he picked up a rose and- it was ecstatic, for some unknown reason all his lovers chose to adorn him in roses and he found it very cute. 

Through the window, Tony saw Peter’s happy smile and-

“Jarvis, I need a full resume and background of this beauty, preferably the roses that he likes too. Actually you know what, get me everything.”

“Yes sir.”

Ting. 

“Karen ? What is it ?” Peter turned around seeing a notification popped up on his phone. 

“It’s Mr.Liu, he wants another chance with you Peter.” Karen replied, reading out loud the message. 

Peter groaned, he traced his fingers over the petals, the soft and velvet touch calmed him down. 

“Please deny him” 

“He said if you don’t agree with him he’ll keep sending roses and gifts until you agree.”

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed deeper as he picked up a Valentino necklace as the heavy diamonds hanging low on his hand, the necklace was exquisite, he can’t deny that fact but whatever expensive it might be, it still wasn’t the thing he wanted. 

“What’s up with him and all these luxury gifts ? Is throwing money at me that amusing?”

“It’s more like what’s up with him and all your billionaire lovers.” 

“What do you mean ?”

“You know exactly what I meant Peter.” Karen pulled up all his exes “You and your billionaire complex.”

5 years ago,  Tony snapped his fingers to save the universe and Peter ? He couldn’t move on from his death, every hook up, every break up, kisses, touches he had couldn’t make him feel alive. He mourned for his unrequited love, moreover he mourned for an once innocent Peter, who held Tony dear to his heart - right now, Peter Parker is just a broken man who’s searching for his past lover shadows. 

So now he had what Karen calls : A billionaire complex. 

Harry Osborn’s wealth.

Johnny Storm’s charm.

Stephen Strange’s ego. 

Felicia Hardy’s flirtatious personality. 

Gwen Stacy’s knowledge.

MJ’s past feelings.

All that combined created something hollow in Peter. 

After No Way Home, since he no longer exists, the will of the universe had decided to cast Peter away, in other word, reject him. 

He was forced to be a wanderer. 

Still searching for his shadows.

For his Tony. 

“Touché.” Peter smiled bitterly.

And Tony Stark was everything, even a billionaire. 

[owl-bones]

if i had more time/energy/motivation i would write a fic that's UT Sans/Reader and seemingly very normal and slice of life

but you notice tiny little quirks and oddities around Sans and it's slowly revealed that it's actually Dust and he's taken this Sans' place to get close to you

[soulmvtes]

been feeling so overwhelmed the past few months and it feels neverending

[indooroutdoorboyfriend]

it's Harassing You o'clock so i am gonna discuss my oc some more in the tags

[petercushingscheekbones]

Watched that David Tennant game show. And please tell me I’m not only person who was confused as to why it is supposedly to be “too confusing to follow”

Also from what reviews I’ve seen (skimmed through a few) it seems the biggest problem is that the reviewers want it to be more like the traitors (or nothing at all like the traitors) (completely ignoring that the concept of the show is based on a preexisting Korean game show)

[dvdrip]

i love making people who care about video games deal with me (guy who refuses to stop loving bioshock 2)

[fingertipsmp3]

Why have I only just realised that Cytherea was so interested in Gideon because of her name being Gideon

[exopelagic]

sudden realisation that the thing holding my art back is that I never had an anime phase