#I want to squeal cause I like the camera angle

[not-a-matopoeia]

Whenever the urge to make an illustration featuring any of the batfam (especially Dick or Jason) my immediate second thought it always something on the lines of “what is the strangest composition I can get away with here” , it spices things up good times

For example: this, with lots of flying sticky notes

[leonskittybunwriting]

Warnings: smut, probably errors, wolf leon x bunny reader. Chubby reader. Pro Pornstar Leon. Newbie pornstar reader.

A/N: I don't own resident evil characters and I don't own resident evil!

damnation leon x fem reader.

@writingwisterias

Leon sighs to himself as his wolf tail flicks when the director tells one of the cameramen to set it up at a certain angle.

“Leon the newbie is starting today, she's a bunny hybrid, the viewers wanted you to be with a prey hybrid to how your wolf would react.”

Leon huffs and says “and if she gets scared?” The director shrugs and says “That'll be even better.”

Leon growls a little and he ruffles his wolf ears before going to the break room but stops when he hears a soft female voice. “What if he doesn't like my scent?”

“This is your job, not a mating session.” A male's voice says.

“Jack, you're supposed to make me feel better.” she says softly.

Leon sneaks a peek inside the breakroom to see the newbie and his face flushes, he had heard the bunny hybrids were thick, busty, and chubby but he never believed it until now.

Leon gulps at the sight and he palms at his hardening cock gently before hiding his cock behind the towel, his wolf tail moving back and forth slowly.

Leon opens the break room door and he walks in, he glances over at the newbie who perks up and looks up at him.

Leon looks over at her and he wolfishly smirks at her as he grabs an apple and bites into it.

Jack smirks and says “Leon this is the newbie you'll be working with.”

Leon nods at her and says “Hey, are you nervous?”

“Just a little.” She whispers softly, her bunny ears twitching slightly. Leon looks over at Jack and says “We need more lube for the session can you get some?”

Jack nods and leaves.

Leon walks over to you and kneels on his knees and he taps your legs “Open them.”

You flush and whisper “w-what? but we haven't started yet.”

Leon smirks and says “I know but I wanna taste you and I'm sure once they hear you moan they'll be running in and start filming.”

You open your legs and Leon drools at the sight and nibbles on your thick thighs before sucking gently before burying his into your fat cunt and laps at the small hole.

You let out a loud moan and bury your fingers into his hair near the base of his wolf ears.

Leon growls as he grows his wolf tongue and shoves into your fat pussy.

You let out a gutted squeal and grip at his wolf ear and your eyes roll in the back of your head.

The door to the breakroom slams open and the director groans in frustration and says “get me the hand camera!”

Someone runs in and hands it to him and the director starts filming.

You don't even pay attention to the camera but Leon does. His eyes flash red and glares into the camera but the director just chuckles and keeps filming.

You twitch and whimper causing Leon to pull his wolf tongue out of you and pulls back and pulls you as he cleans off the table in one swift moment and slaps your ass roughly and whispers in your ear “Such a dirty bunny aren't you?”

You let out a whimper as Leon removes his towel and he manhandles you, he picks you up and puts you on the table before slamming his rock hard cocking into your fat pussy.

You whimper and arch your back as you dig your nails into his chest.

Leon slaps your breast causing them to bounce. You squeal softly at that and moan when he starts thrusting in and out of you.

The director zooms in on that.

You watch and moan as Leon's wolf tongue hangs lazily out of his mouth as he pounds into you.

“You tasted so good.” Leon mumbles as he leans down and sucks at your nipple as he digs his nails into your hip bone causing you to scream and moan in pain and pleasure before cumming around his cock.

Leon slams his cock into your pussy all the way and knots before falling onto your body with a groan.

“Director, I want her as my partner from now on.” Leon says with a growl.

The director hands the camera over to the tech and says “upload it now.” The director then turns to Leon and says “Alright she can be your partner from now on.”

Leon faces you and leans down and presses his lips against yours and kisses you gently.

[nochukoo97]

seven dates a week - monday

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: a series of you and jungkook’s dates throughout the week, jungkook is a sweetheart and spoils you a lot, too much in your opinion.

word count: 1.2k+

a/n: OMG super excited for this i am going to make this a small series, probably just seven parts to this for each day of the week but here’s the first fic! but i may open a taglist and asks for this if i think it does well ☺️

seven dates a week masterlist!

“one touch and you got me stoned~” jungkook’s voice rings throughout the car as the radio plays, you two starting the day early in the morning by going to a coffee shop for breakfast.

you giggle as you point your camera towards your boyfriend who’s currently singing his heart out and driving. when the car stops at the red light, jungkook looks at the camera as he sings with a dramatic expression on his face, causing you to laugh even more.

“your touch blurred my vision, it’s your world and im just in it- oh shit” your boyfriend halts mid-performance when he realises the car behind him had honked for him to go, jungkook was too engrossed in singing for you he had paid no attention to the red light that was now green.

“baby it’s this one, turn right,” you point towards the little coffee shop at the corner of the road that you had searched up for you and jungkook to go.

as you get out of the car, you excitedly grab your boyfriend’s hand, ready to walk into the coffee shop you had been dying to go to.

“jagi, calm down” jungkook laughs while being forcefully dragged to walk two times as fast to the entrance of the coffee shop.

“ohmygosh- baby look this is so cute!” you squeal as you scan the room, pretty flowers adorn the ceiling and there was even a house cat that lived in the coffee shop, according to the website.

even after the waiter had sat the both of you down and given you the menus to place your order, you quickly got distracted and walked towards the cat laying near the entrance.

“hiii cutie, oh my goodness,” you coo as the cat purrs, flipping over on its back to let you scratch its tummy.

“jagi-ah, you want the matcha latte right?” jungkook calls out as he peers over from the menu.

“yeah, you can order whatever food, i can share with you,” you don’t even look back at your boyfriend as you continue to shower the fat grey cat with attention.

—-

“baby, come the food is here,” your boyfriend calls out to you again, you unwillingly walk back to the table as you bid the cat goodbye.

“NO WAIT-” you nearly scream and jungkook who had a fork in his hand, ready to devour the pancakes prettily plated in front of him.

“jesus, you scared me,” your boyfriend grumbled as he leaned back in his chair, forgetting that you always scolded him whenever he began to eat without allowing you to take photos of the food.

“if you had put the fork in the pancake i would have killed you,” you snap a picture of the pancake, angling it so that jungkook’s torso was in the frame.

“okay now can i eat?” jungkook whines as you snap a couple more, nodding to him as he absolutely destroys the stack of pancakes, making the one’s at the top fall all over the place. you decide to let that slide.

“baby, try my drink,” you hold out your cup towards him, but jungkook only scrunches up his face seeing the green drink he always had a strong hatred to.

“you know i hate that thing, its disgusting,” your boyfriend refuses the offer, but you wont take no for an answer.

“just try it, trust me its like sooooo good,” you definitely weren’t exaggerating in your opinion, but jungkook thinks otherwise.

you laugh as your boyfriend hisses as the drink slides up the straw into his mouth.

“urgh, taste like shit,” he groans as you slap his arm.

“don’t say that here! the staff can hear you!” you scold him but he waves you off anyways.

before you can say anything else, your boyfriend is stuffing a huge mouth of pancakes into your mouth as you can only frown at him.

he snaps a picture on his phone.

“baby what do u think about getting matching bracelets, i saw a shop had one and its pretty cute,” jungkook talks to you as you nod, still chewing the huge amount of pancakes in your mouth.

“urgh, you stuffed so much in my mouth,” you say as you dramatically gasp for air after swallowing.

“isn’t the first time i did that,” he’s smirking as if he was very proud of his comment.

“jungkook!” you hiss at him as you look around, thankfully the cafe was not too packed, so hopefully no one heard.

“i wasn’t lying,”

the audacity to give you a sly smile.

——

“babe, why are we at cartier,” you ask, as jungkook drags you by the hand into the shop before you can resist

“what do you mean?” he smiles back at you, “to buy our bracelets!”

your jaw drops as your boyfriend is grinning widely at you.

“baby, nonono- we can’t do this, it’s so much money,” you start to try and pull your hand away from him, but your boyfriend is too strong to let go.

“why not, it can be our anniversary gift!” he pulls you closer to him and wraps his arm around your waist, leading you towards the display cases.

“babe, our anniversary was two months ago and you bought me an expensive handbag, don’t make excuses,” you whine as you want to run out of the store, not wanting your boyfriend to spend so much money on you for the millionth time this year.

“it’s okay baby i want this, even if you don’t want it ill wear both for myself,” he sits you down on the chair at the display case as he tells the staff which piece of jewelry he wants to see.

“we both know you will end up making me wear one,”

“exactly”

so thats how you ended up with two cartier love bracelets, one on each of you, that cost way more than you want to imagine.

but you thank jungkook for it anyways.

——

your last destination for the day is the mall, to run a few errands like picking up groceries for the house.

but your terrible at sticking to the plan as you drag jungkook into the store that caught your attention.

jungkook groans as you begin to saunter towards the giant eevee plushie at the near end of the small shop.

“baby, come on, let’s stick to our plan and go to the supermarket,” jungkook tries to gently coax you away from that terrible giant piece of fluff that you might eventually convince him to let you bring home.

“but baby, i really really need this,” you pout at the huge plushie, pointing towards it as you slowly manage to drag your boyfriend closer and closer to it.

each step was a step closer to victory.

——-

“i can’t believe i have this huge ass thing in the back of my car right now,”

you frown at your boyfriend’s mean and horrible words.

“don’t say that to eevee, you will make her cry,” you smack your boyfriend’s arm as he looks at you in offense

“that thing can’t hear me and it doesn’t have feelings baby, it’s okay,”

“don’t call it a thing!”

in the end jungkook is forced to give your new plushie a big warm welcome into your shared apartment as he sets the huge soft toy down in the middle of the living room.

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Hello !! Im sorry if this is a weird ask, but may I request a Lester x reader smut.. specifically pervy Lester finding out his quiet/shy fem s/o is just as pervy as him? 😳

Taboos: Perverted!Lester x shy!perverted!f!reader

Warnings: Panty and Boxer stealing, peeping from both of them, cum play, marking, groping from Lester, taping without permission.

A/N: I love perverted Lester and even more a perverted reader, thank you for requesting it !

Masterlist

+18

Lester knew that you knew how disgusting he was. He made it known since you first started staying with him. He stole your panties and kept them out on his bed, he’d watch you from the shower and purposely make sure you saw him before he quickly wandered off, he’d grab at your ass and tits, making you squeal and jump. Sometimes he’d get you at angles so he could look down your shirt or up your skirt. You would never admit it but you liked it a lot.

You’d do the same, but you have yet to be caught. You don’t wanna be caught. You’d steal his boxers, watch as he showered all of the grime off him from his glass shower. You’d often look at the bulge in his pants, and day dream about how his cock could break you.

There’s a reason, or a few on why you don’t wanna be caught.

See the difference between Lester being a disgusting pervert and you being a disgusting pervert is that people expect Lester to be that way. They don’t expect you to be like that. To take his things and masturbate on them, to watch him get undressed or shower. No no, you’re too meek, too shy and good to do that.

But really you weren’t you were a she-devil in disguise, loving the adrenaline rush you got from risking tainting your relationship with Lester.

You watch Lester through the cracked bathroom door as steam comes out. He’s masturbating to you again. You press record on your camera make sure the lens doesn’t fog up.

“So fuckin’ pretty. Beautiful body. Can’t get over it. Your smell too.” He grunts. You’re practically drooling, you want him so badly. He jerks harder. “Lemme cum in that pretty pussy.”

You reach down and run your hands over your hardened nipples, trying not to moan, your hand pinched and twists. Your thighs feel hot, a loud groan comes from the shower. Lester finishes, his hips bucking. You stop the recording and scurry back to your room.

-

“What’s this?” Lester asks, you look up from your meal, stomach dropping immediately. Your video camera gets set on the table, a very obvious video of him playing on it. You look at him then back at the camera.

“It’s nothing..” You whisper, you grab the camera and shut it, looking away ashamed. Lester is silent, which is strange. You look over at him, he’s smiling. Why is he smiling? Yes he’s disgusting, but him finding out about you? It’s a whole new level, you are so much worse.

“You like me?” Lester looks like he’s blushing. His ears and cheeks dusted with rose.

Liking was such an understatement. You were obsessed. He saved you, did so much for you, fed you, kept you warm, made you feel important.

“Yes, you’re everything to me.” You admit. You stand up and play with your hands. “I’m obsessed.” You whisper, his smile seems to get bigger and his eyes dilate. He grabs you and drags you to his room, he yanks down your sleeping shorts and pulls down your tank top along with it. He kisses your thighs and pushes you onto his bed.

Your legs spread, Lester buries his face in your mound and licks tasting your slick. You whine and grind on his face feeling as his tongue plays with your clit.

His tongue causes your legs to quiver and tears to form in your eyes. You whine as a knot forms in your stomach and your thighs heat up.

“Les.. mmmm.” Your hips buck up, his tongue moves faster making you cry out. White fills your eyes and you gush onto his face. He eats you out through your orgasm.

You pant when you come down from your high and mumble incoherently. Lester moves up to your face and kisses your cheek, you smile lazily and kiss his jaw.

“You like watchin’ me?” Lester humps against you, he buries his face in your neck. You nod your head frantically.

“Yeah… yeah and I like when you watch me. I like how you don’t even try to hide how disgusting you are.”

Lester pulls down his pants, you watch his cock and almost drool at how big he is. He takes it in his hand and smacks it against your clit. You bite your lip, feeling him tease your hole with it. He pushes in.

Lester cock stretches you out. You cry out and arch your back.

“So tight. So tight and it’s all mine. I get to stretch ya out.” Lester mumbles. He movements are quick and short. You both let out grunts and moans. He pushes your lower back up and fucks down into you, it’s almost primal. Your eyes roll back, you bite your lip and cry at how good he feels.

Lester’s cock stretches and touches you in all of the right spots.

You hold the top of his hand that grabs your hips. Drool drips from your mouth, Lester licks it up, you take your other hand and hold his cheek. You bite and lick at his lips. Biting his tongue playfully. He a snorts and slows down, you giggle. “Gross people, we’re disgusting. No shame in what we do.” You say, he grips you harder, nodding.

“Yeah, bunch of perverts we are.” Lester speeds back up, your moans mix with each other’s. Pressure building up, all at once everything lets loose. Your vision goes white again, you slam your fist into the bed, whining. Lester groans loudly, filling you with his cum.

He pulls out, you whine as the cum leaks out. He falls on top of you and his hands clasp above your head, forearms laying beside it. You take your hands and hold onto his face. You kiss him gently giggling.

“Yeah, we are a bunch of perverts..”

[intersexalastor]

Pairing: Dabi/Twice Rating: G Tags: Domestic fluff, civilian life, it/its Touya, drama baby

"Alright, do it now!"

Touya's eyes flicker from the baby in its lap to Jin, who's holding his phone as if it's a studio camera. Rolling its eyes, it returns its attention to Homura, who's currently holding (and slobbering all over) the spoon Touya had been using to stir its coffee.

"Y'hear that?" it asks and Homura's big eyes blink up at it, spoon still halfway in her mouth. "Papa wants me to bully you."

"No!"

"Isn't she going to cry?"

"Well, yeah. So what? Hang on-"

"Relax, big guy," it says, "don't you start crying on me."

It places an open palm in front of their daughter, who removes the spoon from her mouth and gingerly (voluntarily!) places the metal into its hand. As soon as she has a grasp on it, it can hear the beginnings of a wail. Her face scrunched up and red now that she's willingly given up her prize, she barely sucks enough air in her lungs for a second cry before it offers it back.

As if by magic, the crying immediately ceases. She coos as she picks the spoon back up, even shaking it in her fist in apparent victory with a pleased squeal.

"Ya lil shit," Jin snickers, angling the phone back down.

"Send it to me."

"Here," Jin says, sliding the phone over to Touya so it can have a watch.

"Who knew you could so quickly switch from despair to joy?" Touya mutters, snorting.

"Did ya see my new wallpaper?"

"Hm?" It closes the phone, only for the screen to glow with a picture if itself looking at a grinning baby, silver spoon covering her little chin. It glances up at Jin, who's cheek is pressed against the table, looking at him like...

"I love you," Jin hums. "Both of you."

"Yeah, yeah, ya big sap," Touya mumbles, pushing the phone back, suddenly determined to sneak a photo for himself when Jin's not paying attention. Touya wriggles its fingers into Homura's belly, causing her to erupt into giggles. "Guess she returns the sentiment."

"And you? Didn't ask!"

"Hm." It looks down at the baby, who gurgles as she now offers the spoon to Touya's mouth. "She speaks for both of us."

[betbeton]

✃ Slut for Pain

Kawata 'Smiley' Nahoya × Reader

Warning - Filming, Pain Play, Sexual Bullying, Safe Sex

18+ Minors DNI

·GN Reader·

·Gift·

・❥・ Masterlist

The bright flash of his phone camera was a stark reminder that every berating word spewing from his mouth was going to be captured on camera, as a lewd soundtrack to the soft gagging of him forcing you down harshly onto his cock determined to breach the confines of your throat despite the awkward angle. Stuffing a hand between your legs to toy with your own arousal you were stopped by a harsh slap to your cheek causing your teeth to scrape against the cock wedged between them. A lecherous moan, muffled by his cock, ricocheted within your chest the delicious pain of the stinging slap and his hand fisting into your hair harshly was almost enough to send you over the edge... almost. As your head was tugged back thick strings of spittle connecting your swollen lips to his flushed cock the sight dragging a whimper out of your panting mouth, resulting in a harsh chuckle ripping from his mouth devolving into a fot of laughter. Once his laughter had died down he squatted to shove his face into your own that ever present smile ominously taunting you before his words fully registered in your lust clouded mind. Though the moment he repeated himself with an angry lilt to his words you keened hips rocking against your hand wedged between your legs.

"Come on idiot, too cock drunk to listen properly? I said get on the bed or else I'm beating your hole up on the dirty floor."

With a little giggle he shoved your head away from his, the harsh grip on your head resulting in a pleasant sting before he full released you.

"I bet a freak like you would love that!"

Scrambling to stand on unsteady legs you debated internally whether or not to dink on your way to the bed that was only a little ways away. Though the pins and needles that had settled into your calves from the awkward position you had been in while he was fucking your face decided for you. Hobbling to the bed on unsteady legs you plopped down only to be met with another harsh slap, this time directed onto your thigh. The laughter that followed the blow was enough of a give away that he wasn't going to punish you for your hesitation moments earlier. As large hands grabbed your body manhandling you onto your stomach, a warm chest moved to press against your back as those perpetually smiling lips ghosted over your ear.

"Colour."

This was it. Finally things would be ramping up past the points you two previously would stop, finally you would be getting what you had wanted for so long.

"Green."

A soft 'good' was all you got before the warmth curling around your back was gone replaced by an open handed smack to your ass. The ring marring his ring finger leaving a new welt with each harsh slap of his hand ripping a laugh from him as loud moans spilled out into the air like a lewd symphony. There was a brief reprieve from the blows to your now welted skin as Nahoya grabbed his cock only to bully it into your warm hole with a pointed slap to the most painful welt, judging from the way he gently rubbed his fingers against it as he harshly pushed his cock against your tight walls the skin had probably broken. Though this was what you wanted for him to let go, release all that pent up irritation he no longer had an outlet for since opening the restaurant. And let it out he did the smack of his hard stomach against your bruising ass was enough to draw a squeal of pain from you, your body writhing to escape the pain only for him to harshly force you back into position. Keeping the brutal pace as he leaned back over you to whisper things that would normally bring you to tears over their severity, now though they only heightened you needy arousal as keening moans and squeals of pain left your mouth.

Your orgasm was almost as harsh as the treatment your partner was putting your body through, as was his if the harsh jerk of his hips with each dribble of cum filling your hole was any indication. Thrusting several times riding his pleasure into overstimulation Nahoya tugged his cock out from your now gaping hole with a satisfied groan, only to flop down onto the bed beside you. One of his rough hands rubbing at your back as he tried to catch his breath.

"Happy?"

Tear streaked face turning to face his perpetually grinning one you wiggled on your stomach over to plant a soft kiss on his nose.

"Very."

[honeymaki]

pls share more tribbing thoughts if u have any :((( i can’t stop thinkin’ abt it :(((

＞ω＜tribbing🥺🥺

I have a lot of thoughts:(( m thinking about tribbing with bimbo!Mikasa who’s a bit quiet but so so dumb nd wants to take some pictures for Eren, some naughty pictures nd she just can’t get the right angle nd the right lightning:(( so she comes to you, her equally dumb roommate who’s lounging in t-shirt nd panties that show a lil damp spot when you move onto your knees. Tell her where to lay nd to part her legs a lil wider, move her bra cup a lil just to tease him nd she can’t stop looking at your damp panties nd the way they squish over your folds, especially when she looks devilishly into the camera and takes off her bra and hooks her panties to the side nd starts playing with her clit cause seeing you all hot and bothered from telling her to push her tits out and bite her lip for Eren, has her panting nd whimpering and inching closer to you.

Nd she crawls on top of you, panties forgotten, tits swaying over your T-shirt nd she tells you to keep taking pictures cause he might like this view; this view of blushy, sweaty Mikasa dumbly rutting her drippy cunt over your sticky one, hooking your leg over her hip nd fisting the pillow beside your head. All whimpery and teary because she’s supposed to be seducing Eren but she can feel your hard clit rubbing hers and the fabric of your panties is so wet and sticky and warm:(( but she can’t stop and you’re not pushing her away, the phone is somewhere in the sheets nd all you can squeal is “more Mikasa please! more!” And your hips are jerking against hers, and you’re both so clumbsy and there’s no rhythm cause you’re both so intent on feeling each other’s slick pussys grinding against each other:(( nd when you cum? When you shove your hand up your shirt and tug your nipples and Mikasa can see how much they’re jiggling and bouncing with how hard she’s humping you:((

Those saucy photos don’t ever make it to Eren, cause bimbo!Mikasa is too busy tribbing her bimbo!housemate till they’re whiny weepy messes covered nd cum nd sweat nd bite marks:((

[softboydrew]

Hi! do you think you could write something about fans meeting Drew and wanting pictures and stuff while he’s out with y/n and y/n is just really proud of him and offers to take some of the pictures for them and fans really love her.

signings and impromptu goodies

"I love the city in the morning." y/n gleams at the nearby buildings while Drew held onto her hand, making their way towards the cafe on 6th.

People nod and say their 'good mornings' as the couple pass thousands of sleepy citizens, most getting ready for their days up above in apartments, maybe even still sleeping, or passing those who are already making their daily commute.

"I feel like people are nicer in the morning which is odd." Drew replies, looking around as the pair cross the street.

Y/n chuckles, tightening her grip on her boyfriend's large hand, his rings clinking against her's causing them to smile at one another before Drew reached for the front door of the cafe.

The bell above the door rings, signaling the workers that more customers have arrived for the morning rush, which caused the barista's and cashier's to look up and greet the couple happily.

"Good morning!" Drew and y/n say in unison while they stand in line, relieved that there are only three people ahead in line.

The line moves quickly and before they know it, Drew and y/n are ordering their regular iced lattes. On a whim, y/n decides to buy a box of treats, Drew bumps his hip into hers as she quickly inserts her card to pay for the order making the cashier chuckle at their banter of fighting over who'd pay.

"Shut up its just coffee and food!" y/n grumbles out as they move to the side and wait for their order.

Drew folds his arms over his chest, a playful glare slicing through y/n causing her to shove at his chest while shaking her head. "It was my turn, and you're starting classes again." he points making y/n scoff.

"Drew, really? can we not talk about this right now?" she questions making drew huff out in response.

The barista calls out y/n's name and hands them the lattes and the box of warm baked goodies. The couple thank the workers and head out towards the street, silently deciding to head towards the park and enjoy the morning air while people watching.

"Thank you," Drew finally says, "I love my coffee." he says, bumping his shoulder into y/n's, her giggle ringing around them as she rests her head against his arm.

"You're welcome." she hums as they turn the corner, nearing the park that's now coming into view. "Oh!" she says excitedly causing Drew's ears to perk up as he takes a sip of his latte, "I almost forgot to tell you about that apartment on-"

Y/n pauses as her and Drew both gasp out in shock as they hear a loud squeal from behind them, They turn around quickly to see where the noise is coming from and because their nosey, and they obviously need to know what's happening behind them.

To their surprise, they see a group of girls, younger than them, they're in school uniforms and Drew immediately understands why they're excited, and why they are making their way towards him and y/n.

"What is going- ohhhh!!" y/n nods happily as she steps back slightly to give Drew his space to meet the girls who begin to stand around him.

"Oh my God we saw you down the street and were scared to call your name!" one girl smiled.

"I couldn't not scream when I saw you!" another squealed.

"You're Drew Starkey right?" another one blushes.

Drew smiled happily, "Yes! It's nice to meet you guys! You can call my name any time." he chuckles making the girls swoon, blushing, and nervously looking at each other as they ask him to sign whatever they were carrying. Some asked him to sign their phones, backpacks, arms, and notebooks.

Giggles and loud murmuring erupt all around them as Drew make's conversation with the girls causing y/n to smile shyly, not really knowing how to act, or what to do.

"Can we get a picture?"

"Of course!" Drew says, watching the girl's take out their phones so they can all take selfies.

One girl peers over towards y/n and smiles and waves. Y/n smiles brightly and waves back, she shuffles closer causing the girls to turn their attention towards her.

"Hi guys!" y/n says.

"You're y/n!!" one girl says excitedly, "You guys are dating right?"

Drew smiles at y/n and pulls her towards him in conformation, "Yep, she's the reason why I'm always in New York!" he winks making everyone chuckle.

"You're so pretty!" One girl says.

"Thank you!" y/n blushes and laughs, pointing at the rest of the girl's before flying her hands up as she looks around at the pretty faces in font of her, "You all are literally so gorgeous! and so nice."

Conversation begins to flow between the small group, jokes, laughter, and questions fill the corner of 6th street as fans get to know an actor and his girlfriend.

More pictures begin to snap and y/n offers to take the photos, making sure to be generous by snapping a bunch to make sure that different angles and poses are being met.

"Can we all take a picture together?" the fan's ask Drew and Y/n making them happily oblige.

Even though y/n nods, she's shock as to why they want a picture with her in it, she's nowhere near famous, she's just a college girl with an average gpa.

"Lets all say, I'm a proactive person!" Drew shouts as he throws up his middle finger causing everyone to laugh and repeat after him, holding out their fingers to the camera as he snaps the group selfie. "This is amazing," he says looking at the picture. "I'm posting this and tagging you guys." he says making them all stare at him in shocked excitement.

While Drew begins his posting process, asking for the girl's instagrams, y/n grips onto the box of goodies as her eyes light up as an idea comes to mind. "Do you guys want some croissants or cannolis? I got them from the cafe down the block."

The girls all nod, thanking y/n as she opens the box for them to peer inside and take the ones that catch their eye. "These are so good. thank you y/n!"

"Of course!" she says before they all take turns going in to hug y/n and Drew. The girl's decide that they should probably head towards school before they end up being late which cause the couple to laugh and say their goodbyes, sending them on their way.

As the pair watch the group of girls head in the opposite direction, they decide to continue making their walk towards the park.

Drew smiles from ear to ear while looking down at his phone revealing the instagram picture that was now posted. Y/n beams up at him and kisses his shoulder, "I'm so proud proud of you. That was incredible."

Drew blushes, throwing his shoulder around her and squeezing her tight against his side, "I think they liked you more than me!" he jokes causing them to laugh loudly.

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♡ NOT MEANT TO BE — PARK JEONGWOO

jeongwoo x fem!reader | wc : 2.3k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, angsty-fluff (or vice versa idk), sweet nicknames (babe, princess), mentions of one accident, sad ending (?)

SATURDAY, 10:34AM

“guess where i am!”

you squealed, showing off your room to your boyfriend, jeongwoo, who was connected through a videocall.

“well, you are not home, that’s for sure,” jeongwoo retorted with a chuckle, making you giggle. “are you in a hotel room? did your university take you on another trip?” he inquired, impressed as it was only last week you had told him of a trip to quebec city.

“it’s a trip, of sorts.”

“dang, the only time we go on trips is during the spring and summer, but we never have awesome trips like yours.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “woo, can’t you guess where i am?” you angled your camera so the infamous han river was captured in the background.

“i have no clue, but that’s a pretty nice view, princess. what part of canada are you in now?”

“idiot, i am in korea. that’s the han river!”

you and jeongwoo were the best of friends when you were in middle school, and the feelings blossomed into love when the two of you were seniors in high school. after a lot of hesitation and pep talks, jeongwoo finally asked you out – literally when your whole grade knew of you two liking each other – and you guys started dating.

the sweet dates and memories came to an end when you got accepted into a university in canada – on a scholarship – and with the pressure you got from your parents and school, you ended up choosing the same university, which meant you had to leave jeongwoo behind.

but he wasn’t going to give up that easy. even though you had hinted on several occasions to break up with you, jeongwoo never agreed to it. people say long-distance relationships never work, but i want to prove them wrong, he always said, being stubborn. you were glad he never broke up with you, because if anything, ever since you went to canada, your love for each other has only become stronger.

i told you, y/n. i won’t give up on us.

“wait, for real?! you are in korea right now?!” jeongwoo exclaimed, getting an excited nod from you. “it’s been years since we met. we should definitely meet up!” your smile brightened at his words, glad he had the same idea as you.

“the university brought us for a two-week exchange program. i’m the only korean who is fluent in our batch, so they said i should tag along too, so i could be the translator for them,” you explained, and jeongwoo stared at you in awe. “we have some stuff planned for these two weeks, but i’ll send you my schedule. you can cross-check and see if we can meet up on a free day.”

jeongwoo nodded, a wide smile on his face. “yep, we have some stuff planned with our university too, but i’m sure we can meet up,” he stated. “i can’t wait to see you after a long time, princess.”

“me too, woo.”

TUESDAY, 07:14AM

“i’m really sorry, y/n. i forgot about the annual festival.”

you shook your head, waving it off, feeling bad yourself. “it’s fine, babe. they planned an impromptu tour of iksan, and apparently i have to take them around.” you pouted, feeling relieved when you saw a slight smile on jeongwoo’s face.

“you are going to iksan now?” he questioned, causing you to nod in reply. “maybe i can ditch the festival and meet up with you in iksan? i just have to inform haruto and then i’ll leave soon,” he suggested, rushing around his dorm as he tried to find his roommate.

“no, jeongwoo.” you frowned. “aren’t you singing for the festival? you can’t just cancel your act and come to meet me. besides, it’s a festival for charity, and people would really donate if they heard you sing. don’t ditch the festival. we can always meet up, i’m here for another week, after all.” you tried convincing the male, sighing in relief when he grudgingly agreed.

“fine, then. how about this week thursday? i’m positive i don’t have anything that day. no lectures, no parties, no outings, nothing at all.” he looked at you in anticipation, hoping you were free too.

you bit your lip, going through your schedule, brows furrowed. “hm, we have a seminar that morning, but it ends at 11. i’m free for the day after that,” you spoke, meeting jeongwoo’s gaze through the screen, smiling widely which caused him to do the same.

“i won’t give up, princess. we are going to meet up if it’s the last thing i do.”

WEDNESDAY, 09:52PM

“yes, sir. yep, no problem. we could do that, yes. okay, good night.”

you grimaced as you buried your face in your hands, frustrated with the situation. as it was the last week of you guys being in korea, your department head wanted to treat everyone in your batch to lunch and dinner, along with an escape room experience for some fun after the dreadful seminar you guys had.

fisting your hands over your eyes, you held back a choked sob, not knowing to break the situation to jeongwoo. the two of you were planning to meet up on tomorrow, but things didn’t work out with the day your department head planned.

it wasn’t like you could refuse to go with them … you were their guide, after all.

your roommate, hana, who was the guide of the engineering faculty, watched you with a sympathetic gaze, having known all the plans you and jeongwoo had made. she walked towards you, sitting on your bed as she patted your back, feeling bad for you.

“maybe i can take your faculty around tomorrow?” she offered, wanting to do her best to help you out, since you had done so for her on several occasions.

you shook your head, knowing it wouldn’t work. “mr costell insisted he wanted all of us to go, so i can’t just burden you like that. besides, it’s a faculty day and that means you can’t do the tour with them.” you sighed, shakily grabbing your phone. “i’ll just text jeongwoo.”

“i’m sure he’ll understand. oof, if only i could kick mr costell back to canada.” hana tried cheering you up, ruffling your hair as you sniffled, typing through your teary eyes.

i don’t think i can make it tomorrow, woo.

our head planned a faculty day out

again?

what is with your faculty head and impromptu trips?

it’s fine, i guess

our uni has another fundraiser tomorrow, i’ll just help out there

i’m really sorry, woo

what about friday?

we are leaving on saturday, so we are getting the whole friday free

are you free?

yeah, definitely. let’s do friday

don’t be disheartened, princess

we will meet each other, no worries

you are the best, jeongwoo

see you on friday near the han river :)

i love you <3

i love you more <;3

good night, sleep well

FRIDAY, 10:49AM

“you have to be kidding me.”

jeongwoo stared at his roommate, haruto, in disbelief. his eyes were widened as he heard the news, shaking his head as he tried to convince himself he was simply having a nightmare.

a nightmare, and nothing else. i’m gonna wake up now. just wake up, i’m gonna–

“jeongwoo, just take a breath,” haruto worriedly spoke, holding the younger before he collapsed. “i don’t know much either. hyunsuk-hyung called me and said to come to the hospital with you quickly because jihoon-hyung got into an accident.”

jeongwoo shakily nodded, feeling weak as he heard the news of his brother getting in an accident. “what hospital? let’s go,” he mumbled, grabbing the keys off his desk as he tried his best to rush out of his dorm.

“i’ll drive,” haruto offered, seeing his best friend was too shaken to do anything.

during the ride to the hospital, jeongwoo remembered you, closing his eyes as he leant against the headrest before taking out his phone. he quickly typed out a text, sending it before realising they had arrived at the hospital, hurrying out of the car to the hospital.

i can’t make it today

i’m sorry y/n not delivered!

my brother got into an accident and i’m at the hospital not delivered!

jeongwoo didn’t leave his brother’s side, waiting for the older to come in consciousness so he could scold him for being reckless. he cried and cried as he held his brother’s hand, not really knowing why as a million thoughts ran across his head.

was he crying because his brother got into an accident? or was he crying because he was not able to meet you no matter how hard he tried? whatever the reason was, he couldn’t help but take the blame for all of it.

SATURDAY, 12:19PM

“jeongwoo, did you text y/n about what happened?”

haruto inquired, seeing the notification of a confusing message from you. jeongwoo turned to look at his best friend, raising his brows in question as his brother, jihoon, did the same.

jihoon had regained conscious around six in the evening, and had to listen to jeongwoo’s lecturing till around midnight. the doctors said he had to be monitored for a day or two, and jeongwoo signed the documents as jihoon’s guardian, despite being younger than him.

he confusingly looked at haruto. “what do you mean, ruto?” he asked, gesturing him to explain what he had meant.

“i don’t know. y/n gave a heck lotta calls and sent you a text.” he handed jeongwoo his phone, which the latter took quickly and checked, grimacing and hitting his hand against his head as he saw the 20 missed calls from you and read your text.

i guess you gave up on us jeongwoo

i’m leaving in a bit

just thought you should know

jeongwoo scrolled upwards, cursing under his breath as he saw the messages that were not delivered because he didn’t have enough credit for it. jihoon read the messages from over his shoulder, catching glimpses of the older texts and getting an idea of what had happened.

“woo, i’m fine now. just go and meet y/n, even if it’s just for a few minutes,” jihoon urged, feeling bad for his brother. “when is the flight?”

“y/n said they had to board by 12.45.” he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “can i make it in time?”

“you have to try,” jihoon muttered, looking over at haruto, gesturing him to say something.

“the airport is only five minutes away, if you go now, you can definitely make it. you have to sort out your misunderstanding, and it’s better to do it in person rather than over the phone,” haruto spoke, getting a nod from jihoon.

“hand me the keys, haruto.”

SATURDAY, 12:27PM

“y/n! y/n! wait up!”

just like in the movies, jeongwoo ran through the airport, relieved when he saw you lounging outside with the rest of your batch, staring at your phone sadly. thankfully, you hadn’t gone through the gates yet. otherwise, that would be it.

you looked up as you heard your name being called, going slightly red as everyone in your batch looked at you. you turned towards the source of the voice, tearing up as your gaze landed on jeongwoo, looking like a madman as he rushed through the crowd, apologizing continuously as he hit against people.

“y/n, i’m sorry! i really am! let me explain!” he begged, grasping your hands, not caring about who was around. he just wanted to make things right.

“you idiot,” you cried, shoulders shaking as you did. “you stood me up.” you weakly raised your hands, hitting jeongwoo’s chest repeatedly.

jeongwoo shook his head, taking out his phone and showed it to you. “i’m really sorry, it’s a misunderstanding, please,” he apologized. “hyung met with an accident, and i was too frantic about it so i didn’t see that the messages were not delivered. i’m really sorry, y/n.”

realising you were too quick to put the blame, you hung your head low, unable to meet jeongwoo’s eyes. “you could’ve called me, woo. or have haruto call me. i was worried sick. you have no idea the things that went through my head,” you croaked as jeongwoo wiped away your tears.

“i’m sorry, y/n.”

“i thought you gave up on us, jeongwoo.”

the male’s eyes widened, shaking his head vigorously. “no, of course not, never! i would never give up on us, princess. never.” he cupped your face in his hands, making you meet his eyes as he gave you a slight smile. “how could i ever give up on you?”

“but nothing is working out, jeongwoo.” he tilted his face in confusion, feeling his heart tighten when you called him by his name. twice, now. did you give up on him? “it hurts when i am not able to see you, but it hurts more when i had the chance, but didn’t have enough luck to be able to meet up.”

“but, y/n, you can’t just –” he prayed internally, hoping it wasn’t what he thought it was.

“don’t you see it? for the past two weeks every time we tried to meet up, something or the other came up. fourteen days! fourteen days, and we weren’t able to meet up for even one, and when we did, it had to be the last few minutes i have left in this country.”

“w-what are you s-saying, y/n?” jeongwoo held back tears of his own, gripping onto your hands, not wanting to let go.

an announcement came on, stating passengers to enter the gates – which meant it was time to go. your batchmates shook themselves out of the drama that unfolded in front of them, and your department head blinked confusingly, clearing his throat to grab everyone’s attention and he announced to start boarding.

“maybe we are not meant to be, jeongwoo.”

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A Mutual Agreement.

Summary: You want to watch your boyfriend, Hoseok, wank off.

(A/N: this is soooo uh...explicit. sorry? Feedback is always welcome, don't judge me, I love hoba.)

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"Do you still jack off?"

Hoseok paused, the cup in his hand frozen mid-air, a blank stare on his face, "Excuse me?"

You laughed, leaning towards your boyfriend, "I mean we've been living together for 3 months, I've never seen you masturbate."

He raised his eyebrows and set his coffee down slowly, sending you an incredulous look. "That's because now I use your pussy instead of my hand."

You grinned at him, expecting as much. You had a very high sex drive, Hoseok matching your energy both in spirit and adventure. There was little you hadn't tried, but watching your boyfriend get off to completion wasn't on the list.

"I want to watch you do it though," You said quietly, dragging your eyes down to his lips, watching his tongue slip out to lick his lips apprehensively.

"I don't see how that would benefit you," He frowned, biting down on his bottom lip, "Why wouldn't we just have sex?"

"Because I want to focus on you completely," You explained, scooting towards him on the couch until you were practically on top of him, "Please baby?"

He inhaled shakily, leaning back into the couch further, "Only if I can watch you too- touching yourself, I mean. I want to watch too," He mumbled.

"Sure," You said easily, "Sounds fair."

He had agreed but the actual opportunity didn't present itself for awhile, the two of you always got too horny for each other to remember your deal before you were already fucking. So when Hoseok marched into the living room one afternoon and announced today was the day- you were more than down.

"I'm about to rub one out," Hoseok declared with a close mouthed smile. holding out his arms like he deserved a medal for that statement. "Now's your chance to watch if you were serious."

You squealed in excitement and jumped up, following him to the bedroom you shared, doing a little dance on your way in.

"You're so weird," He chuckled, watching you perch at the edge of the bed eagerly. He stood in front of you awkwardly, staring down at his dick and then back at you. "I don't know why I feel so shy right now."

You grinned at him, trying not to laugh. This entire situation was a little awkward, you had to admit. You tucked your feet under you and motioned for him to sit next to you on the bed, watching him move entirely too slowly. He was acting like you were a cat about to pounce on him, his eyes wide and apprehensive. You felt your heart warm with fondness, leaning towards Hoseok and kissing right under his ear. He shivered under you, already breathing heavier.

"What made you want to touch yourself?" You asked, keeping your eyes on his face to track any source of discomfort. If he didn't want this, you'd stop immediately. It wasn't worth making your boyfriend uncomfortable.

He kept his eyes staring ahead, avoiding looking at you altogether, "I- uh, well I was going through my camera roll and found a picture of you from Spain."

"The one where you have me bent over the balcony railing without any underwear and my skirt flipped up?" You smirked, kissing his neck again, nipping his skin a little this time.

"That would be the one, yes," He mumbled, laughing at his own awkwardness. "I revisit that moment in my dreams often- Fuck, you were so loud that night, we should've made a sex tape."

"That's a terrible idea," You pointed out, dragging a light touch down his neck and stopping at his carotid, pressing down and tracking his pulse for a moment. It was still fast- he was nervous.

"Relax," You whispered, "Just show me what you'd do if I weren't here."

He nodded, leaning back slightly, and unzipping the fly of his jeans. He slid his hand in, palming himself through his boxers. Hoseok lifted his hips slightly

and you shot a hand out to help push his pants down, stopping halfway down his thighs. "I thought you weren't touching?" He asked, looking at you sideways.

"Right," You smiled sheepishly, "Sorry."

Hoseok grinned and pushed your hand away, pulling his boxer briefs off himself. You couldn't help but smile, staring straight at his semi-hard dick. You were very fond of it, fighting against yourself to look but not touch. His dick was on the longer side, thin like him with a lean to it. There was a delicateness to him that you loved, cherishing every part of him. You felt saliva pool in your mouth as he began to touch himself, mumbling about getting lube.

You scrambled to locate some, not wanting him to move an inch. There was bottle in the second drawer of his bedside table, half empty because you two were obsessed with each other- sue a girl for liking her boyfriend. You tossed it to him and he caught it with ease, squeezing out a good amount on his fingers and wrapping them around his cock.

"That was a lot," You chided, watching the way his finger slid over the veins of his dick.

"You know I like it wet," He bit back instantly.

If you were having a hard time not smiling before it was impossible not to now, watching at his hand move up and down on his cock like it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, which it was.

"You're so fucking sexy," You mumbled, half to yourself but you were glad you said it when Hoseok let out a heavy sigh nearing a moan, tightening his grasp on himself. His cock reacts, how fully hard and a bead of precum collecting at the tip. You wanted to lean over and lick it off but the satisfaction of watching him swirl his thumb over the head of his cock instead was enough to remind you why you were doing this in the first place.

Hoseok stroked his cock, clenching his jaw to contain whatever noise he was about to make. You pouted, wanting to watch him completely unravel.

"I wanna hear you," You whined, slapping his thigh lightly.

Hoseok laughed, speeding up his upward stroke and adding a slight twist to his wrist at the head, "Yes ma'am."

You watched the way the thick veins on his cock disappeared between his fingers, skin flushed with stimulation. He hadn't touched his balls once- interesting, that was usually a large part of what you spent time on when you went down on him. Hoseok angled his hips up and suddenly stilled his hand, fucking up into his own fist at an impressive speed. You inhaled sharply, leaning towards him a little more.

At this point, Hoseok was letting out quiet little grunts that he often did before he came, the telltale signs of an impending orgasm rapidly approaching.

"Baby, look at me," He ordered, causing you to snap your eyes up to his face.

He looked gone, eyebrows furrowed together and his eyes heavy with lust, mouth hanging open slightly. You smiled at him, appreciating the low moan he let out when your eyes met his. Fuck, you loved him. He leaned back slightly, supporting the weight of his upper body with one hand behind him to allow his hips to lift off the bed even more, snapping into his own grasp roughly.

"Tell me what you're thinking about," You demanded, hypnotized by the almost desperate look on his face.

"You," He breathed out, "I'm thinking about you and that night in Spain- shit, you fucking drive me insane. I'm gonna cum."

You look back towards his dick just before he came, watching white lines shoot across his abs at first and then slowed down, dripping down the side of his fist that he continued to fuck into slowly now, the space between his fingers smaller as if he was milking his own orgasm. You sat on the heel of your foot, trying to relieve tension in your body as Hoseok fell back onto the bed, chest heaving.

"That was good," He sighed, out of breath.

"You're telling me," You agreed, picking up his hand and licking the cum off of it as he watched with peaked interest.

"Babe, I just finished," He pointed out, already knowing what you were about to do. "You're gonna have to give me a second to recover."

"I'm just cleaning up," You said defensively, lowering your lips to his cum covered abs.

It was the polite thing to do.

He laughed softly and buried his other hand in your hair, stroking the top of your head lightly, "Things will be different when the roles are reversed."

You hummed in response, looking up at him with curiosity. His eyes flickered down to yours and he smirked slightly, pulling one arm behind his head and sighing contently.

"I wanna watch you, sure," He explained. "But I also kind of want to tell you what to do."

TO BE CONTINUED...PART TWO

[elysianslove]

Hey I really love your writing, love how you describe each character. Is it ok if I request some Suna smut in a pool?? I saw a tiktok about it and I think you’d be the best person for it

Here’s the link:

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSGc7yax/

Even if you can’t write, I hope you enjoy the tiktok✨

i’m so honored ty so much for this request!! i hope you like this!!! also omg watching the tiktok i was like hm okay suna, neon pool that’s hot, osamu, kitchen sex great, and then it was kita and a FARM???? bdshjdbskjd

anyways! warnings; unprotected semi-public sex under the cut, they fuck in a pool basically, some praise too, probably some mistakes im sorry dbshdk

━ the floor’s tiles feel cold against the skin of your forearms as you lean forward towards the edge of the pool, folding your arms and resting your cheek in the crook of your elbow. your lower body sways slightly from the ripple of waves you’d made swimming over here, until it gently calms, lulling you with a sigh. with the dim lighting of the room, and the calm, fluorescent, pink light illuminating from within the pool’s walls itself, you find yourself slowly dozing off, your breathing steadily evening out, the cold water long since heated to your body’s accommodation.

“don’t go fallin’ asleep on me now.” the voice is clearer, and closer, than you’d expected, and when you lift your head and tilt it slightly, you’re greeted with your boyfriend’s sultry smile. his arms are quick at finding their way around your middle, and he ducks down, pressing his face into the damp crook of your neck.

you sigh, lifting yourself up away from the edge, leaning more into his touch as the simple ghost of his lips turns into timid, gentle kisses. humming appreciatively, you lift an arm up, towards the messy, wet strands of his hair, carding your fingers generously through them, tugging lightly, just the way he likes it. “you feel so nice like this,” you confess in a low voice, and the light kisses he trails along your neck and shoulder cease for a moment, before you hear him sigh deeply.

“you can’t jus’ say things like that,” he groans.

you laugh, mindful of the way his arms tighten around you. “like what?” you tease. “i didn’t mean it like that.”

instead of replying, suna hotly presses his mouth near your pulse point, before he starts to kiss and suck. you’ve always known of his infatuation with your neck, with the way he’d constantly bury his face there, marking you purple and blue for everyone else to see. you don’t think it’s as much of a possessive thing as it is a mere fetish, but it satisfies him all the same.

he continues kiss along your neck, occasionally grazing his teeth along your skin, while his hands daringly travel up higher and higher. you’re in a rather revealing bathing suit, leaving little to imagination, and his appreciation of it is confirmed when he cups your breasts, his large hands squeezing roughly and tugging slightly.

“rin, not here,” you have half a mind to say, because you’re not exactly in the most private location, and while there exist no security cameras in the pool area of the hotel you’re in, you don’t hold the key to the lock, and there’s always the chance of getting caught. “someone could walk in.”

“let them,” he quickly retorts, his voice gruffer. his relentless tugging at the top half of your bathing suit has already halfway slipped it off, the strings of it no match for his desire for you.

“we’ll make a mess,” you reason, but even you are succumbing to his touches. “we always make a mess.” your nipples are freed  from the wet suit as he gives it one last harsh tug, and the strings pull at your neck, falling away off your shoulders, and he tosses it carelessly aside outside of the pool. you flinch and gasp in sensitivity as the cold water of the pool hits your nipples, hardening the buds considerably.

his fingers are quick to pinch at them, rolling them dexterously between his thumb and pointer finger as he whispers against your ear, “then i’ll just have to cum inside of you.” you bite at your tongue to prevent the moan that builds at your throat, muffling it barely as he adds, “you’ll be a good girl ‘n keep it all in, yeah?”

his mouth resumes its work on your neck as you finally relax in his hold, leaning your head back and giving him more access to your throat. your back arches into his touch as he pinches and tugs and squeezes at your nipples and breasts. “my baby’s got the prettiest tits, hm?” he says, urging you to arch your back further as he tugs harshly at your nipples, pulling his fingers away from your body and forcing you to lean forward so you’re not in too much pain.

“please, rin,” you moan. “be quick.”

you hear him grunt, and a few seconds later, his hands leave your breasts. you don’t get to mourn the loss for long, but a whine still leaves your lips as his hands slip to your waist. he thumbs at the lower half of your bathing suit, fingers slipping past the boundary. “i’ve always wanted to do this with you,” he admits to you, his fingers slipping further until they meet the heat of your cunt. your gasping moans urge his fingers further, until he’s slipping one inside of you, eased by your wetness. “seems like you feel the same,” he teases, and you sigh in annoyance, gritting your teeth.

you’re unable to stop yourself from rolling your hips in time with the slow thrust of his finger. he leaves you a panting mess, breasts softly bouncing among the water, causing gentle waves every time you rock back into him. he adds another finger, curling it deftly inside of you that he has your gasps turning into breathless squeals.

“fuck this,” you hear him say, impatience evident in his tone as he pulls his fingers out of you, forcing you to slump forward. you’re shivering from both the cold hair that nips at your skin, and the overwhelming desired state he’s left you in. your hands grip the edge of the pool, and you arch your back, pushing your ass closer to him.

his hands meet your skin again, and he quickly grips the waistline of your bathing suit, tugging it down your legs. you do the rest of the work, urging it lower and slipping one foot out until it rests at one ankle. “move up,” he asks of you, and you comply, shifting forward, closer to the edge of the pool, until the hands on your waist grip you to keep you steady. he has you where he wants you, your breasts barely grazing the top of the water, leaving your body tight and trembling.

“rin,” you warn. “rin, come on.”

to prove your point, you push your hips out again, desperate for his touch, and he laughs, “alright, alright, calm, baby.” he grips his hardened cock in his hand, his own suit pushed just beneath his balls, as he shifts closer to you. “i’ll give it to ya,” he promises, his voice clearly deeper. with his free hand gripping your hip tightly, keeping you in place, he nudges your legs further apart by knocking his ankle against yours. when you’re nice and spread out, bent over for him, he presses the tip of his cock against your soaking cunt.

mesmerized by the way it looks beneath the water, a little distorted but also highlighted with the illumination of the neon colors within the pool, he watches as his cock sinks deeper and deeper within you, as your hips push against him to urge him further within you, as you take more, and more, and more of him, until he’s bottomed out, his hips resting against yours.

“hngh, fuck,” he curses, and shit if only he had his phone near him right now.

“feel good,” you breathe out, rolling your hips slightly while keeping him fully sheathed within you. “feel so good.”

he hums in agreement, tossing his head back slightly, his eyes fluttering shut as the hands on your hips guide your movements, encouraging them. his cock remains inside of you, twitching with every roll of your hips. “yeah,” he agrees, carefully leaning forward, the angle deepening his cock even more than you thought possible, brushing against your sensitive spot. his lips hover by your spine, painting little gasps along your skin as he trails up to your neck. “yeah, feel so good,” he repeats after you, then finally, he rocks his hips back, pulling his cock out slightly, before he thrusts back in.

you yell out accidentally, but suna’s quick to react, one hand flying up to clasp over your mouth, muffling your scream. your moans hiccup and drag out, your mouth remaining open against his palm as he fucks into you, not too fast, but oh so deep. the noises that leave you, accompanying the slosh of water as your hips join against his, sounds like something you’d hear in a porn video, and the thought leaves you blushing from the tips of your ears down to your chest.

but you assume that it’s not just the thought that leaves you flustered.

you can feel the bulge of his biceps tightening as he lifts himself up slightly, shifting behind you, his cock continuously thrusting inside of you, marking you. you attempt to push your hips back to meet him in time of his thrusts, but by the way he’s quickening, you find it harder and harder to match up to his pace.

“rin, rin, rin,” you mewl against his palm, and his breathing stutters.

“fuck,” he groans, the quickness of his thrusts forcing your forward. “fuck, you’re so perfect for me.” you whine at his words, and his hand leaves your mouth free. your head falls forward, no longer held up by his grasp against your lips. you hear him grunt sharply, before his hand twists in your wet, tangled hair, and he pulls you up suddenly. a sob wretches from your throat at the action and the change in angle, and fuck, you can feel him in your stomach at this point.

you toss your head back, resting it against his shoulder as one of your hands comes up to squeeze at your breast. all worries of being caught have vanished from your mind, your brain completely clouded by the desire he drowns you in. “play with yourself, doll,” he encourages. “make yourself cum on my cock.”

it sounds so sinful falling from his lips, and fuck, suna’s always been a dirty talker, a smooth one too, and you’re sure at some point he’s made you cum from his words only. you obey his command, mumbling incoherently, “love you rin, always feel so fucking good,” one hand remaining on your breast, the other sinking beneath the water to rub circles at your clit. you’re sent over the edge almost immediately, your body doubling over, held up by his strong arm around your middle and steadied by his hand on your hip as your legs shaking uncontrollably beneath the water.

he continues to hold you to him, fucking you through your orgasm, then using your spent body to bring himself over the edge. he cums with a shout, a yell buried in your shoulder, his eyes shutting tightly and his mouth falling open in endless gasps. he hadn’t been bluffing when he’d said he’d fill you up, and he sticks to his word, his cock buried deep inside of you as it paints your inner walls white, spasming and twitching.

wordlessly, he leans down slightly while still gathering his breath, wrapping both arms around you before lifting you up, his cock slipping out of you consequently.

“rin, wha—“ you squeal as he pushes you up, bending you over the edge, pressing your upper body against the colder surface of the floor, your nipples hardening impossibly at the cold. “what are you doing?” you ask, your hands flat against the ground, keeping you steady.

you feel his hand urging your angle up, bending your legs as he pulls your foot through the bathing suit, sliding it up your legs. ah, so that’s what he—

“rintarō!”

unexpectedly, two of his fingers push inside of you, and your cunt spams around him, from both the suddenness of the action and from the sensitivity.

“what?” he asks innocently, his fingers pushing deeper, twisting inside of you. “you said you’d keep it all in,” he reminds you, giving his fingers an experimental, spiteful curl, before mercifully pulling them out, and finally dragging your bathing suit over the curve of your ass.

“you done?” you deadpan, throwing him a look over your shoulder.

in response, he lazily grins at you, giving your ass two small pats as he admits, “not entirely.” with his hands braced on the edge, he lifts himself up, and you’re graced with the view of his tight biceps and his broad chest, abs taut and rolling as he breathes carefully. then, he leans over, hands on either side of you, as he adds, “wanna fuck you in the shower, then bend you over every surface of our hotel room.”

fuck — fuck he’s so good with his mouth.

with a gentle kiss pressed to your shoulder, he wonders, “how’s that sound, pretty baby?”

and who are you to object to someone with as sinister of a mouth as him?

end note; 👁👁

[peachithings]

Furniture Shopping (M)

Main Story // The Series Masterlist

Summary: The move-in date has been determined so you decided to take your boyfriend with you on a day packed with furniture shopping and a casual date to end it.

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader

Words: 6.3k

Genre: established relationship au, idol!jaehyun, youtuber!reader, fluff, smut

Warning/s: yet another chapter of tooth-rotting domestic fluff ('cause why not, right?), graphic explicit smut in the form of: brief fingering, shower sex, squirting, multiple orgasms, slight cockwarming (if there is anything that I missed, please do tell me so that I could add it here)

Author’s Note/s: This is 18+, minors, please do not interact. I know this chapter is long overdue :( my mind was honestly all over the place as to how i wanted the flow for this chapter to be so I kept changing stuff. But alas! I have written a flow that satisfies my imagination for this series. Also, don't hesitate to message or send an ask about your thoughts on this chapter or for the series!

I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter as well!

tags: @seodojaezz @keeach @hyunniebuns @jaehyvnsvalentine@sunshinedhyuck @bts7aus @gyukult @tobiobb (pls tag or message me if you would like to be included in the taglist!)

With the move-in date closing in, you’ve decided to drag your boyfriend down to the very overrated Ikea to check out some furniture that could catch your eye or something similar to the pins you’ve saved from your Pinterest account.

Apartment Series Ep. 04: Furniture Shopping, Dates at an LP Café and a Ruined Wine Night??

“Hi, guys! I’m back with another vlog for my Apartment Series. And today, I’ll show you guys how I drag Jaehyun out of bed and go to Ikea with me, because…” pausing for a moment as you take a peek through the crack of your bedroom door if your boyfriend is still asleep then going back to the living room area. “Obviously, to look at furniture but I’ve also been craving their salmon,” you confessed. “If nothing goes well in Ikea, we might go to another place that sells furniture. But I couldn’t remember what it is called,” pausing for another moment to check through your messages on your phone, “It’s a place recommended to us, uhm… it’s called Ahyeon furniture street. I’ll make sure to link it down in the description box below.” you informed your viewers just in case they also want to get some new furniture for whatever reason it may be. “Okay, let’s wake up our sleeping giant,” while you stood up from where you were sitting and slowly walked towards your room. Once inside, you placed the camera on your desk checking once if it’s at the right position and angle. You then made your way over to your bed where Jaehyun was sleeping soundly, getting ready to jump on him. You tip-toed closer and closer to the edge of your bed and when you’re about to jump on him, he suddenly sat up and said, “Boo!” making you squeal and fall on your bedroom floor. You held your hand over your chest where your heart resides and said, “Shit, Jae!” your boyfriend, laughing his ass off on the bed. “Babe! It’s not funny,” you pouted, tears threatening to fall. He instantly noticed and hurriedly went to embrace you and said, “Sorry, baby,” while he gently pats your back.

When you’ve calmed down, Jaehyun looked around to find where you placed your camera, and once he found it, he looked into the lens and said, “Prank, failed!” with a chuckle after.

“You’re mean,” pouting your way through his heart.

“Babe, you were literally going to startle me while I slept,” he reasoned out.

“I was only going to wake you up, not scare you,” you pointed out. “There was a huge difference, Yoonoh,” you added.

And that was all it took for Jaehyun; calling him by his legal name, to realize that he had gone quite overboard. He immediately attached himself to you chanting that he was sorry.

You sighed with relief and hugged him back. “It’s okay, love,”

“Can you ever forgive me?” he asked while sporting puppy dog eyes for maximum effect.

“On one condition, though,” you informed him.

“I’ll do anything, whatever it is,”

“Wow, that was fast. What if my condition was for you to murder someone?”

“Babe, we both know you’re not capable of requesting such things; your heart is too pure,”

“And how would you know that pretty boy?” you challenged him.

“I just know, babe. So, what was that condition?”

“Go furniture shopping with me?”

“I’d definitely go with you even if you don’t ask,” he replied. “Plus, it’s for our new home,” he added.

“Oh?” you gasped, shocked that it was that easy to drag Jaehyun to go shopping for furniture with you. “I really thought that I would have to, like, drag you out of the apartment today?” you confessed. Jaehyun gave a disbelieving look and acted hurt with your confession. “Wow, babe,” impressed with his acting, “I can’t believe you’ve such talent for acting!” you praised. Jaehyun laughed and replied, “I’m going to take that as a compliment, thank you,” and kissed your forehead.

You pouted, “I really meant to praise your skills, dumb ass!”

“Okay, whatever you say, babe.”

Your boyfriend stood up from your bedroom floor then extended his arm to help you up. “Why don’t we get ready now?” he said seductively in your ear so that the camera wouldn’t pick it up. You nodded in response and went to turn off the camera.

“I’ll wait for you in the shower,” Jaehyun announced, going out of your room and into the bathroom. You hummed in response.

You heard the water from the shower run indicating that your boyfriend is now fully naked in the shower. This knowledge has started to moisten the muscles between your legs. It’s been a year and it seems that he still affects you like a horny teenager, making you wet with just the thought of him.

You then followed Jaehyun in the bathroom, discarding your clothes one by one with your boyfriend watching you intently as if he’s watching some kind of porn; your actions were seductive and your eyes tell more than your body has. He knows because he started it after all. And he will do something about it.

After removing every piece of cloth that covers your body, you walked over to Jaehyun in the shower and started to kiss him; slow and intimate. Jaehyun mirrored your actions, his hands starting to move towards your ass and massaging it lightly making you moan against his lips. He took it as an opportunity to travel down your neck, careful not to make any marks while he leaves wet open kisses. Lips traveling further down your breasts; his most favorite valleys. One hand moves towards one of your breasts, alternately massaging and pinching your nipples earning yet another moan from you and making your head fall back from the pleasure he was curating with his actions. His lips simultaneously capture the other breast, with actions alternating from sucking and lightly biting.

The hand on your ass now traveling between your legs, cupping your lips lightly. He quickly finds your clit and massage it. Without any warning, slipping two fingers instantly inside of you. “S-shit,” you moaned, the pleasure building up quickly with his ministrations.

“So warm and wet,” he hummed.

“All for you, love.”

He continued to finger you until you climaxed; your first orgasm of the day. He didn’t let you recover from the bliss and lifted your leg and pushed his throbbing member between your legs. Inch by inch, he felt your pussy around him, hugging his member tightly.

“So, good.” He moaned.

He began to move within her, slow and even. Each thrust made you moan while he grunted. Each moan you made, drove him wild. He lives to please you and make you produce those pretty sounds from your lips that he truly adores.

A few thrusts later, moans grew into squeals while gasps into pants which alerted Jaehyun that you were near your peak. Thrusts getting faster and sloppier as he chases both of your highs. He kept thrusting into you as you spiraled to your completion; your second orgasm. He tried his best to hold his own orgasm as he tried to squeeze in another release from you.

“Jae, I c-can’t,” you pleaded, already fucked out from the releases you had.

“C’mon, love. Just one more,” he grunted. “I know you can handle one more,” he encouraged.

With each thrust, you moaned his name and screamed it then your whole went rigid. Finally, with another thrust, you shuddered beneath him with your juices flowing out while Jaehyun followed behind, releasing his seed in you and painting your walls white.

He slipped out of you as he let go of your leg. He kissed you on your cheek.

“Hot. As. Fuck.” he exclaimed, earning a chuckle from you as a response.

You both continued to wash together in the shower. Then proceeded to get dressed and ready to go out.

Deciding to wear one of your trustee checkered wide-leg trousers paired with cream-colored cropped long-sleeves. Choosing your only luxury bag that was gifted by Jaehyun on your birthday; the Prada Re-Edition 2005 shoulder bag. To which you have politely declined at the time saying that it was too expensive and that there were other bags similar to it at a much more affordable price but, alas, your boyfriend seemed to secretly put the bag in your closet without your knowledge with a note attached to it: Please don’t reject my gift. You deserve this and much more. Happy birthday, babe! I love you.

The vlog then transitioned to you in the passenger seat of Jaehyun’s car.

“Hi, guys! It’s now a bit past noon, and we’re now heading to Ikea. Well, technically… But Jaehyun left his wallet in my apartment,” playfully rolling your eyes to the camera, “So he is quickly getting them first,” you informed your viewers.

“Oh, also, I’ve kinda forgotten to tell you guys that I recently bought a new vlogging camera. Truthfully, I actually bought two. Let’s start with this one since I can show you guys this one right now. This is a six-megapixel camcorder from Xacti and the main purpose of me buying this is probably for the aesthetic purposes it could potentially produce,” you informed while you showed the camcorder, opening it to let the viewers see what it fully looked like. The video then transitioned to a video captured on the camcorder while you had your voice-over running over it, “This is how the video captured on the Xacti camcorder looks like, and this,” pointing the camcorder on the second camera you bought, “is the other vlogging camera I bought,” you continued. “It’s called Canon Vixia Mini X which unfortunately has been discontinued by Canon. But luckily, Jaehyun found someone selling it on the internet,” while pointing the camcorder to your boyfriend that is walking towards the car waving at you with his wallet in hand, “So, babe, if you're watching this vlog, thank you for sourcing this out for me.” with a finger heart appearing from the bottom of the frame. Then Jaehyun opens the car door and sits in the driver’s seat, buckling his seatbelt on, “Babe,” he called out, making you turn to him with the camcorder still recording him. He raised his hand and showed his finger-heart to you, making you chuckle. “That was so cute,” adoring him behind the lens.

“We’re currently in Ikea now, but ___ went to the washroom first,” Jaehyun informed while he was on the escalator, going up. “But I’ve messaged her already that I’ll go ahead and line up in the restaurant and she replied with ‘go ahead, babe’. Contrary to popular beliefs, ___ likes Ikea’s grilled salmon fillet more than its famous meatballs.” He shared with the camera resting on the top tray of the trolley. “Truthfully, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her order the meatballs before. Every time we eat here, which is a few times a month, by the way, she always orders grilled salmon fillet with rice and extra sauce in a ramekin. I’m not kidding guys, without fail, that’s always her order,” he shared, then proceeded to order the food from the server on the other side.

“Are you oversharing again?” You asked your boyfriend who is about to walk over to the drinks section and was taken aback by your sudden appearance.

“Yes, I am. I was telling everyone your go-to food order here.” He said with a smug on his face.

“Hey, wipe that smug off your face,” you warned him. “I can’t help it if the salmon and I had spark rather than the meatballs,” you reasoned out. “Plus, I can definitely make better meatballs than what they serve,” you added proudly.

“That, I know and would definitely back you up on that,” Jaehyun replied.

Both of you proceeded to get drinks and a slice of apple pie for dessert, paid for them and sat down on a table near the window.

The vlog smoothly transitions to you and Jaehyun walking around Ikea with the camera on a tripod resting on the cart.

With your boyfriend pushing the cart, navigating through the infinite aisles of Ikea where you learned the hard way never to let go of your parents’ hands when coming here because it is honestly one of the worst places to get lost to especially when it gets to the bigger furniture where it’s hard to navigate through those ceiling-high stainless shelves.

“I think we should get a daybed,” thinking out loud for your boyfriend to hear and give his opinions on your own thoughts. But he was silent, waiting for you to voice out your own opinions first before he provides you with his’

“Like, I want to get a daybed for the makeshift studio that we’ll be doing in one of the extra rooms we have. It’ll be a nice hang-out spot for us too,”

“Yeah, that’d be nice. I also think that it’s going to be a great spot for you to read on when I’m gaming in the living room or when the boys’ come over to play or watch with me,” Your eyes soften at him, How did I get so damn lucky to have this man? You thought. “Also, I know how you tend to read until you fall asleep. So it’s a better choice than to get a sofa, don’t you think?” He continued, still scanning through the aisles. “Also, I think I may be able to use it to lounge when you’re pulling up an all-nighter since I don’t want you to go too far from me in our own home,” he added with a smug plastered on his face, proud of himself to make you blush that easily.

Cute, he thought. I’m never letting go of this beaut.

“We should get some new sheets too!” You announced, trying to change the subject.

The vlog then continues on to a time-lapse of you and Jaehyun going around Ikea, picking up essential stuff along the way. Well, mostly essentials. You have also included some clips where Jaehyun was acting around the furniture showrooms and playing around with the stuffed toys with a voice-over of you saying, “I present to you, Jaehyun Jeong, a twenty-four-year-old man with a heart and mind of a five-year-old.” Transitioning then, to you and Jaehyun on the self-service counter to pay for the things you’ve both bought.

Which then transitions to you back in the passenger’s seat of Jaehyun’s car.

“Okay, we’re now back in the car,” you greeted. “We’re heading to Ahyeon furniture street to check if we’ll be able to find a desk that I like. Also, I think we’ll also check if we’ll be able to find a dining table we would like.” you continued.

“I’ll show you guys what we bought in Ikea later. We bought new bed covers! Because Jaehyun doesn’t give a damn about putting one on his own bed, as you could previously see on their relay cam vlog. If you guys haven’t seen it, I’ll link it down below in the description box,” teasing Jaehyun who is now driving out of Ikea’s parking lot.

“Guys, please do not judge me,” he said while keeping his eyes on the road in front of him. “It was because ____ removed the covers and put them in the laundry on that same day I was going to film my relay cam and I forgot to tell her that I didn’t have any extra,” he reasoned.

“Uhm, excuse me! You told me to remove your bed covers and put them in the laundry since you were doing laundry that day too,”

“I was just teasing babe,” he chuckled.

“You’re getting on my nerves too much in one day,” you said while you try your best to pull a poker face but failing instantly because you could not hold in your laughter.

Jaehyun poked your side which caused you to keep laughing, “That’s what you get for teasing,” he said all while he kept his eyes on the road.

Focusing back to the camera’s lens, “Anyways, guys, we also bought a few pieces of furniture that we decided to get delivered to our new home. Jaehyun and I decided that the day of our move-in date would be dedicated to cleaning, so we hired someone to get the place thoroughly cleaned and sanitized. The next day, we could move in and get our things settled.”

“Yes, _____ is super excited to get the place decorated already.”

You smiled brightly, showing everyone that Jaehyun’s statement was nothing but the truth.

The vlog transition started with you walking on the street full of furniture shops, your back facing the camera. Then you turn back to face your boyfriend, his hand extended for you to hold on to, re-creating the infamous pose for couples.

“That was a tad bit cringey for me,” you laughed while you walked through the streets, making Jaehyun chuckle from behind the camera. Jaehyun kept recording you and made sure that your camera would also record the things he says behind the camera.

This girl right here is the most precious person I have met. Well, besides the members. I think I’ve established myself well enough that my members are precious to me. He chuckled, zooming in on you.

Babe, I know we don’t get to spend time with each other often as other couples do, but I hope you’ll always remember in your heart that whatever happens, I won’t give up. You turned to Jaehyun, smiling wide and bright, your eyes sparkling. I won’t ever give up on you; on us. I’ll forever fight to keep us going, to keep you forever in my arms.

I love you. I’ll always love you forever and a lifetime more.

To anyone, that little scene might just come off as Jaehyun's proposal to you. But he couldn’t care less of what others would think, what matters is that he is comfortable enough to show off that you're his girl and that he totally got his ass whipped for you and only you.

Also, while you were editing this vlog, seeing that little clip Jaehyun has secretly recorded on your camera made you weep. Not even cry, weep. The short clip moved you, it touched your heart; it definitely made a pretty big impact on you. Needless to say, it had plastered a huge, bright smile on your face for the whole week.

That’s just what Jaehyun does to you. You don’t know if he is aware or not, but all the little things he does mean a lot to your hopelessly romantic ass. Because to you, it was always the little things that matter the most; it’s the most important for you. And even without telling it out in the open with him, he checks out all the boxes. Jaehyun is the most perfectly imperfect person and frankly, you don’t want to be with any other person.

The vlog continued on to you and Jaehyun going into the furniture shops, checking out the furniture.

“Love,” endearingly calling Jaehyun, “What do you think about this dining table?”

The table is rectangle-shaped with curved edges, made up of wood. It was a great contrast to the monochrome home you were going for, it would add the right amount of color to your home with Jaehyun.

“It looks good, it would add a great accent to our home,” Jaehyun replied, his statement has gotten you taken aback because you could have sworn that maybe he just read your mind for a moment there.

“What?” He chuckled, breaking you out of your little daze. “I’m sorry?” You asked, confused as to why because frankly, you didn’t notice you were staring at your boyfriend for a minute until he asked ‘what’.

“You were staring at me like you saw a ghost. What are you thinking, hm?”

Did I mention how much he knew you? I might have probably said that quite a few times right? It’s just that he had you all memorized and engraved onto his mind and heart. It’s practically impossible to forget even the slightest detail of you. Like, if he suddenly gets amnesia, he would still remember your touch and the sound of your voice. Also, he did that all in just a year into your relationship with him.

“Nothing,” you started, fiddling with your fingers. Jaehyun noticed and reached out to hold your hand in his. “It’s just… I was thinking of the same thing you just said, and...” you paused for a moment, Jaehyun stayed quiet waiting for you to continue. “It just made me realize that you might know me better than myself,” you added and chuckled.

“Just like in that Dan + Shay’s song,” he started and sang,

“I’d spend ten thousand hours and ten thousand more

Oh, if that's what it takes to learn that sweet heart of yours

And I might never get there, but I’m gonna try

If it’s ten thousand hours or the rest of my life

I’m gonna love you”

How did I get this fucking lucky? You thought. There is nothing I would want more than to be with this man for the rest of my life and even after. I’ll cherish and take care of you always, my love.

“Shall we buy this, then?” Jaehyun asked, moving the camera’s subject to the elegant wooden table in front of you. “It’ll go well with black chairs,” you both said at the same time. You both looked at each other in shock. “We really do think alike even if we have different attitudes,” you laughed.

“We’re now in a cafe that also sells LPs.” You informed the viewers while seated at a table in a corner. “Jaehyun is getting our orders. We only ordered an iced coffee and we’ll share a slice of cake.”

“We’re originally here because _____ wanted to buy some records she had been wanting to buy. We’re trying to see if they have it,” Jaehyun stated while he tried to get into the frame but miserably failed because only one of his eyes was captured.

“Jaehyun just failed to be in the frame because he’s sitting across from me,” you laughed. “Come sit beside me, idiot,” you teased, making your boyfriend laugh.

Wow, fuck. That laugh… I’d like to hear that forever. You thought while you were staring at your boyfriend with fondness emitting from your eyes. You really couldn’t help it; can’t help but love him, can’t help but adore him and all of him. His characteristics, attitude, personality, all of his quirks, his heart, mind, and soul. Everything about him just makes you fall even harder and deeper than ever before.

The vlog continued with two of you now in the frame, caught from the table next to yours. Your conversation still got picked up because of the mic that sat on the table between the two of you.

“I hope they have at least one of the LPs I want,” you said while giving Jaehyun a pout. “If they don’t, will you then let me source it out for you?” He asked, almost kind of begging to let him help you find the LPs you wanted.

Jaehyun knew how long you were looking for those LPs even before you voiced out that you wanted to buy them. You were trying so hard to be subtle in buying the LPs because you know very well that once your very sweet, kind, and hot beau finds out, he will be ready to jump into action and have it sourced out for you but your stubborn personality didn’t let him. Instead, you kept it from him for a while. Even so, he understands you and still patiently waits for the time that you would let him help you.

“I’ll think about it, babe,” you replied, winking at him after.

Jaehyun was persistent. Even if you didn’t want him sourcing it out for you, he had already asked his manager to check other record stores for the LPs. Right now, he was just waiting for his manager’s updates. Speaking of the devil, his phone notified him that he had received a new message. Fishing his phone out of his pocket to check from whom and what the message was about.

I got a hold of both LPs. Are you going to take it?

Manager 17:28 Read

A smile crept up to Jaehyun’s face as he read the message his manager sent him. He has been for his manager’s update for more or less a week now and was really anxious to surprise you with them.

Yup, I’ll take them. I’ll get them later.

Jaehyun 17:30

Oh, don’t tell ____. It’s a surprise hehe

Jaehyun  17:31 Read

You’re incredibly whipped 😂

Manager 17:35 Read

Jaehyun left his manager on read, clearly not denying the statement. He has no intention of hiding that fact but he does want to be subtle about it when in public, knowing very well that not everyone is keen on watching or seeing public displays of affection.

After that little update, Jaehyun has become more giddy, blood rushing through his veins with excitement to surprise you.

“Come on, babe! Let’s check the records they have,”

“Okay,”

You both roamed around the café checking the records that were meticulously organized in the countless shelves.

“Did you find them?” You asked your boyfriend who is carefully checking each record in the Country shelf while you check the Rock shelf. Jaehyun shook his head in reply.

You walked towards the counter to double check with the clerk working at the record store and asked, “Hi, excuse me. Do you guys happen to have a copy of The Best of Eagles?”

“I’m sorry, but that record is very hard to get hands on,” the clerk said. “It’s a rare record.”

“I see,” you pouted. “How about The Very Best of Elton John?”

“Oh, sorry miss. I’ve already sold my last copy yesterday,”

You returned to Jaehyun, defeated. Sadness creeping in and evidently consuming the light in your eyes.

“Are you okay, my love?” Your boyfriend knew just by looking into your eyes, so he didn’t even try to ask you if the record store had any of the records you wanted. It broke his heart to see you like this but you couldn’t help but be sad because you’ve searched for those records for a long time, may more or so be right about the same time you met Jaehyun.

You shook your head in response.

“Hey, baby. Cheer up,” sandwiching you between his strong arms. “Let’s go for some wine, yeah?” You nod your head in response, sniffling a bit because you got teary-eyed for a moment there.

Jaehyun escorted you out of the store and went back to the car. You decided to cut the vlog, not wanting to continue anymore because of the disappointment you had at the record store, cheerfulness gone down the drain; you were simply not in the mood anymore.

Jaehyun drives you back safely to your apartment, walking you in to make sure nothing bad happens especially with your state of mind. Reaching the front door of your apartment you said your thanks to your boyfriend for stringing along with you on this jam-packed day but also said sorry for killing the mood in the end. Jaehyun didn’t respond, instead, he cupped your face, looked deeply into your eyes and kissed you passionately. “I love you,” the only words that had formed in his mind and blurted out because his head and heart was full of love for you. Only for you.

“Good night, baby.” You bid farewell.

“I’ll text you, okay?” He informed you as he kissed your forehead. You gave a quick nod in response to him.

You went inside your apartment and got ready for bed. The activities of the day had drained your energy and with that heartbreak you felt at the end of the day had used up the remaining energy to the brim.

“Hi guys,” Jaehyun greeted in his car. “Well, we were supposed to go to a wine bar tonight. Unfortunately, ____ shifted moods after our visit at the record store café.”

He then started the car and drove out the parking lot of your apartment complex.

“I already took ____ home to her apartment and seeing that sadness overcome her bright and cheerful eyes, broke my heart.” Pausing for a moment while he takes a turn. “But fear not, people!” He exclaimed, eyes focused on the road. “I have been sourcing the records she wanted without her knowledge and with the help of my manager.” Smile spread across his face. “So, manager-nim thank you so much for helping me, you’re part of the reason why I can make my girl happy again.”

The video continued to showcase him driving and reaching his destination, the place where his manager and him decided to meet up, in SM Entertainment Building. Jaehyun thought it would be the safest place to meet up just in case there were photographers following him, the surprise wouldn’t be ruined or there wouldn’t be rumors of such going to surface.

It then transitioned to his manager giving him the LP records and him giving his thanks to his manager behind the camera. Then, transitioned to Jaehyun back in his car, still in the parking space of his company’s building.

“I got the records,” he informed the camera as he showed a happy dance while seated in the driver’s seat. “So, here are the records,” pulling the LP records out of the paper bag it came with. “The Best of Eagles and The Very Best of Elton John. Both of which are of rare copies, in mint condition. I believe I was told that these were taken care of extremely well and was bought back in the days that these re records first rolled out in the market.” There was a brief pause while he appreciates and adores the records in his hands. “Her mood is going to take another hundred and eighty degree turn; she’s going to flip out,”

And with that brief video of Jaehyun and his little surprise, he safely drove back to your apartment, went up to your door and rang the doorbell.

*ding dong*

Jaehyun waited for you to open the door but no answer. He then decided to let himself in, since he knew your passcode anyway. He typed in your code, and the door unlocked. When he opened the door, your apartment was quiet; a little too quiet for his liking. At times like this, whenever he lets himself inside your apartment, there is always some kind of background noise. Like a series on Netflix playing on your television or laptop, sometimes soft, light music plays through the speaker via bluetooth on your phone but most of the time it is music that plays through the speaker from a record in your turntable. But there was none of that background noise emitted from your apartment tonight; Jaehyun got a bit worried.

He instantly knew he had to check your apartment to search for you. He places the LP records on the coffee table in your living room, also checking if you were maybe passed out on your couch but you were nowhere to be found in the living room. He moved to check your bedroom but you were not there either. And now the last place, your bathroom. He carefully opened the door while he was silently praying that you would be there in the tub, taking a peek, a sigh of relief came out from his mouth; you had drifted off to sleep in the tub. A smile crept up to his face again, tranquility surrounding the both of you with the scent of the candle you had lit.

He crouched down the edge of the tub, nudging you lightly to wake you up from your slumber. “Love,” he called for you with appreciation laced in it. Still half-asleep, your boyfriend helped you out of the tub and drained it. Also helping you dry yourself and wrap a bathrobe on your body. He even helped you dry your hair and brushed it through.

After getting you all dried up from root to toe, you are now awake and ready to go to bed but Jaehyun has other plans tonight.

“Babe, I know you’re pretty tired and all but I have a surprise for you tonight. I’ll set up the camera in the living room, I want to record your authentic reaction for this.” He informed you so you could at least try to look decent in your pyjamas.

You walked to your living room with Jaehyun sitting on the floor, your camera placed on the coffee table and beside your loving beau, a paper bag. You sat down beside him and waved hello to the camera.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I took your camera with me to get your surprise when I dropped you off here earlier.” He started. “Are you ready?” He asked.

“Yes,”

Jaehyun handed you the paper bag. “It’s pretty vintage, but all in mint condition.” He shared.

You opened the bag, peeking into it, two square sleeves prominent to your eyes. “Oh no,” you gasped while both hands flied to your mouth for cover. “Jaehyun,” eyes welling up with tears. You jumped to him and hugged him tightly. “Babe, too tight!” He joked. “I know you have been looking them for a long time and even before you asked me to come and source it, I have already asked help from my manager to reach out to a few contacts so that wouldn’t have to suspect me of anything,” he said and by the time he finished, you were already sobbing, overwhelmed with appreciation for your boyfriend. “Baby, I don’t know what to say,” you sniffled. “Thank you, I love you.”

He didn’t respond instead, he latched his lips on yours and passionately kissed you. His hands didn’t shy away from roaming around your body, forgetting yet again that the camera is still recording. You hands cupped his face wanting to get closer to your boyfriend.

One of his hands traveled down in between your legs, shoving your pyjama shorts to side to gain access. “Fuck, no panties?” He groaned as you moan against his touch. “You’re so fucking hot like this; pupils blown out from arousal. Shit,”

“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer.” He said as he picked you up in a bridal style and waltzed towards your bedroom.

He gently dropped you on your bed, carefully pulling down your shorts only to discard them on the floor. His index finger making its way between your legs. “Wet already?”

He didn’t waste any more time and latched his mouth to your clit sucking lightly making you moan louder from the sudden pleasure his mouth had given you. Then he licked a stripe, flicking your clit after. He repeated his ministrations for a few times and each time your moans get louder. Jaehyun then inserted two fingers in your cunt to help him make you come undone.

“Jae, more, p-please.”

He moaned in agreement with you as he pumped his finger faster, curling them up to stimulate your g-spot. You whimpered and moaned as you rocked your hips against him.

“Cumming… I’m c-cumming,” waves of pleasuring coming undone in you, squirting juices on your boyfriend’s face as he lapped on you. Licking you clean.

Jaehyun hurriedly discarded his clothes and said, “On your stomach, babe.”

You didn’t question his demand and obeyed him. You turn your back to him, patiently waiting for him. Jaehyun aligned his shaft to your cunt. “Ready?” He asked as he rubbed his member in between your lips making you moan in response. “Use your words, baby girl,”

“I-i’m ready,”

And with your cue, he swiftly inserted himself into you, filling you up to the brim. The tight feel of your walls surrounding him feels so wet and warm; pleasure overwhelmingly too good for him. After a while, he begins to thrust into you ever so slowly; taking his time to savor the moment of being inside of you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, picking up his pace a notch. The girth of his member successfully filling you up and poking all the right spots makes you moan his name as if it was a chant.

“Baby, f-faster,” you demanded as a whimper escaped from your mouth. Jaehyun gladly obliged, picking up his pace yet again to satisfy your pleasure. He continued to a brutally fast pace, his hand making their way between the two of you, attaching it on your clit, massaging it to stimulate more pleasure for you. You were close and Jaehyun sensed it, holding on to his pace, “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock,” He egged. Like on cue, you came undone beneath him, squirting juices and making a mess all over his cock and your sheets. You noticed his thrusts getting sloppier as you clench around him, “F-fuck, babe!” He groaned. “Do that again, p-please,” he begged as he chases his own orgasm, you obliged his request; you clenched around him again and again and again. “S-shit,” he gasped as he released his seeds in you without prior warning coating your walls white.

Jaehyun stayed inside you for while, still savoring the warm feeling of your walls. After a few minutes, he carefully slipped out of you and went straight to the bathroom to clean himself and get a damp towel to clean you up. When he came back to your room, you were still in the same position as he left you, on your stomach with your legs still hanging by the edge of your bed. He chuckled, seeing that the activity had drained you up once again and had succumbed to slumber already. He proceeded to clean between your legs then gently lifting you, tucking you in bed, and slipping in beside you as he drifted to sleep with you by side.

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Moments

Title: Moments Requested by: @hacker-ghost

Request: 5 times Corpse almost kissed the reader and one time he actually did. Where corpse and reader are like bff roommates, oblivious to how much the act like a couple even though everyone tells them that. (additionally I'd love to end it with something like it turns out that Jack Felix and others were betting when it would finally happen 😅) (A/N: Sorry I couldn’t work the bet part into this with the way that I was going with it.)

Word Count: 3739

Warnings: Little swearing, Angst, mutual pining, little fluff.  (c/b/f/n) = Childhood Best Friends Name.

Note:  Just to be clear I will not write things that would make Corpse uncomfortable and If he ever says that he is uncomfortable with fanfiction being written about him I will delete this.  *** Y/N and Corpse had known each other for several years, 4 years to be exact and they have been best friends for three of those and roommates for two, and for the last year Y/N had been developing feelings for the man. She thought that he had the same feelings for her but over the past few months she had begun to doubt it, there had been several times that she thought that he was gonna make a move and kiss her but every time he would pull back or something would cause an interruption and he would pretend that it never even almost happened. 

It was starting to frustrate her because she actually wants him to kiss her, but she’s too afraid to take the leap herself and make it happen.

The First Almost Kiss:

Over the past few days Y/N had noticed that her best friend and roommate Corpse had been acting a little weird around her and when she asked about it he just brushed it off. 

“It’s nothing Y/N” would be the answer that she got each time she asked and each time she sighed not believing him but she didn’t press it. It was a few days later that it almost happened for the first time, the two were sitting on the couch having a scary movie marathon, just cause they could and Y/N loved scary movies, all the curtains were drawn to the point that it was dark in the apartment and the only source of light being from the TV playing the first Paranormal Activity movie. Y/N had her head laying on his shoulder something that wasn’t unusual for their movie marathons, when there was a jump scare and she jumped letting out a little squeal, which made him laugh. She playfully glared looking up at him, she loved hearing his laugh. He looked down at her with a teasing grin on his face, they locked eyes and she couldn’t help but let the glare slip off her face, she could get lost in his eyes. His eyes broke contact and flicked down to her lips and then back to her gorgeous (y/e/c) and he leaned in slightly as if he were going to kiss her and, her breath caught in her throat, and her hands got a little clammy, and then all of a sudden he pulled back and cleared his throat. Y/N dropped her head, her cheeks heating up from the embarrassment, that she had actually wanted him to kiss her and she thought he was going to only for him to pull away, she wasn’t surprised, no one that she liked in the past had ever liked her back so why would he be any different? She blinked back tears of disappointment, and focused on the movie as an awkward silence settled between the two, it got so tense that Y/N had to leave the room because she couldn’t take it. After she was in the safety of her bedroom she let out a sigh. He watched as her door shut and he kicked himself ‘Fuck, nice going now you upset her. Why the fuck did you even try that? Of course she’s not going to like you the same way that you like her.’ She was upset but just not for the reasons that he was thinking, he thought she was upset because he had tried to kiss her, when she was really upset because he didn’t kiss her. ***

Things got a little weird between them after that but Y/N tried her best to just brush it off, like she wasn’t slowly falling for him more and more, but she never let it show cause of course he wouldn’t feel the same way about her. The next time it almost happened was a month and a half later.

The Second Almost Kiss:

Y/N sighed she had been feeling a little down ever since the incident but she refused to bring it up, he could tell that something was bothering her but she wasn’t budging on giving up what it was. No matter how hard he tried. Y/N had been in the kitchen making lunch for the two of them when all of a sudden she heard a crashing sound and immediately she ran towards the noise and what she found was Corpse, in front of a broken mirror and she sighed “Come here” He looked at her noticing the startled look she had on her face, “Sorry.” She gave him a smile shaking her head “It’s okay, Corpse, you don’t need to be sorry the noise just scared me a little that’s all” and then she made him sit down before she pulled a first aid kit out from under the sink and she started cleaning his hand, disinfecting it. She leaned a little closer to him to get a better angle while cleaning the cuts on his knuckles from the broken glass., she was putting the bandage on his hand and she looked up not realizing how close together they were, she ended up staring into his eyes, and if she were to lean forward just a half and inch their lips would be touching. She unintentionally pressed a little too hard on the bandage, as she was pressing it down making sure it was secure, that made Corpse wince and slightly hiss in pain and he pulled back, she gave him a sheepish look as both of their faces heated up slightly embarrassed at how close they had gotten. “Sorry, I didn’t mean t-to press that hard.” she avoided eye contact as she stood “there you go all cleaned up. I’m just gonna get the rest of this glass up and uhh there’s food on the counter. I was just finishing up making lunch when I heard the glass breaking.” Then she carefully cleaned up the rest of the broken glass. He nodded at her “Uh Thanks.” ‘Stupid, remember the last time you tried that, she got upset.’ ‘What the hell was that? Why are you so damn careless? Literally could have kissed him there, if you weren’t so careless’ Were the thoughts that simultaneously popped into their heads as they quietly walked into the kitchen, a tense silence falling over them for the second time. 

The third time that he almost kissed her happened exactly two weeks after the second incident. Y/N felt even more down than before she really beat herself up for messing up the second time, and she just kept reminding herself that she’s reading too much into that he doesn't have the same feelings for her that she does for him. The Third Almost Kiss: 

It had been two weeks since the mirror incident and Y/N had finally managed to convince Corpse to get out of the apartment for a little while, it was around 8 PM and she convinced him to go on a walk with her, since it was late and there wouldn’t be that many people around and he reluctantly agreed. 

So they went for a walk. It was a nice night out a little cloudy, and he couldn’t help but smile at the smile on her face as they walked back towards their apartment. It was almost 10 now even if he wouldn't admit it he had enjoyed going out on the walk with her, the two were about a block away from home when it started raining. 

Y/N grinned, she had always loved the rain, she used to play in it as a child, and getting caught in the rain like that made a feeling of nostalgia flood through her. Corpse ran in the direction of the apartment but stopped noticing that Y/N hadn’t followed so he looked back and saw her smiling, with her arms open, and she started spinning around in the rain laughing and seeing her that happy made a smile slip onto his face. He decided then that he loved seeing that smile on her face, she stopped spinning and grinned at him “Come on, spin around with me… I love playing in the rain.” she gave him a little pout and he sighed but walked back to where she was and she made him spin in circles with her as the rain pelted down soaking both of them. He smiled the smile she had on her face right now was worth standing out in the rain for. He spun her around, kinda like they were dancing in the rain and they both had the biggest smiles in their faces and they both leaned in slightly and right as they were about to kiss a car drove past, running right through a puddle and splashed them both making them pull apart. Y/N bit her lip, her cheeks tinting red, she cleared her throat “we should probably head back before we get anymore soaked from the rain” He agreed and they headed back to the apartment with a bit of an awkward silence enveloping them as they walked home. 

The fourth time was a few days after the almost kiss in the rain. 

The Fourth Almost Kiss:

The cough coming from the other room was what distracted Corpse from the editing of the video that he was supposed to post next weekend. Quickly looking at the bottom corner of the computer screen checking the hours, the young man saw that exactly three hours had passed since the last time he checked her. He paused everything he was doing, got up from his chair, left his recording room and headed to the kitchen where he picked up a small bottle of water and some strawberry cookies, which were Y/N’s favorites.

Without delay he knocked on the girl’s bedroom door, waiting for the little hoarse ‘Come in’ that came in response, and entered it. He found her sitting on her white gaming chair, with some headphones on her head and totally focused on the computer screen, which showed the construction of a witch house that she seemed to be making in Minecraft.

“Here, eat this and hydrate yourself.” He placed the items on her lap which was covered with a fluffy blanket that she had to cover her legs, and was careful not to step on the other empty water bottles that she had on the floor next to the desk. He also guaranteed that he was out of the camera frame and was not seen by any of her viewers.

"Thank you." She said, coughing again. She was pale but with red cheeks, her face was glistening with sweat and she looked sleepy and tired.

"Take a short break. It's been 20 hours, it's almost over." He informed her, checking now the watch on his wrist (it had been a birthday present from the girl in front of him), and making sure he was right in what he said.

Y/N was making her monthly challenge of streaming for 24 hours straight, just pausing to go to the bathroom and eating something. Corpse had gone to sleep and woken up with her still on the computer, and every three hours he checked on her.

Still looking at the screen she opened the package of cookies, took one and stuck it in her mouth, eating it quickly. Then she opened the water bottle and sipped it all in big sips, and the empty bottle went to join the others on the floor to be filled with tap water later.

The cough came back again, however.

"Are you okay?"

"My throat hurts a little." She informed in a tired voice and eating another cookie.

Corpse narrowed his eyes suspiciously, and without further ado he approached and touched her forehead and cheeks (his hand and the black sleeve of his hoodie being the only thing they could see). "Y/N! You are hot, you must have a fever."

"No I'm not, I'm okay."

"Yes you are, finish the stream now."

"I can't, it's almost over."

"Don't be stubborn, of course you can. They agree with me, stop and go to bed."

And it was true, her chat was in an uproar with thousands of people sending messages so quickly that it was almost impossible to read, extremely concerned about the girl and also telling her to end the livestream.

"Alright..." Y/N quickly said goodbye, extremely sorry but at the same time too tired to fight against them.

He calmly helped her walk to the bed (after that she almost fell when she got up) and when the stream and the computer were off. He snuggled her up in the bed, and left quickly to fetch more water and some medication that they had in home.

When Corpse returned he watched her put herself in a more sitting position, and gave her the pills which she swallowed quickly, then coughed a little. Corpse sat on the bed next to her, touching her forehead again, feeling her skin almost boiling against his cold hand.

"You pushed yourself too hard, Y/N."

"Maybe, but... I feel like I'm disappointing them, however." She said sadly.

"You're not, you have to take better care of yourself."

"Look who's talking." Y/N provoked.

"Shut up." He laughed, pulling her hair back behind her ear and watching her fever-red cheeks.

"Thanks Corpse, if you weren't looking after me, I don't think I would."

"You do the same for me..."

They shared a smile and a sweet look. The atmosphere was warm and comfortable, the two snuggled together. "You should stay away, I don’t want to make you sick."

"You need me here."

"You can't live without me." She said with a malicious gleam.

"No, I can't."

And then, without really knowing how, they gradually got closer to each other ... ending the distance centimeters that separated them slowly, now so close that their breathing is mixed and their lips almost touched ...

Until Y / N quickly pulled away to have a coughing fit, and looked at him embarrassed.

"I-"

"I'm going to get the thermometer, we have to measure your temperature." Corpse ran away so fast that it left Y/N unresponsive…

And the next day he was sick too.

The Fifth Almost Kiss: Y/N sighed she had finally given in to go on a blind date that her (c/b/f/n) had set up she wasn’t looking forward to it but she had to forget about him somehow since it had been made clear at least in her head that Corpse didn’t return her feelings, so she had agreed to the blind date as a way to forget about her feelings for her roommate. Corpse had been pacing around his room while Y/N got ready for her blind date, he really didn’t want her to go, a feeling of jealousy bubbled up in his chest thinking about it and right then he told himself that he was gonna try and stop her from going. Y/n had spent the past half hour trying on different outfit with (c/b/f/n) on facetime, and was finally in an approved outfit, that made her roll her eyes she really didn’t want to be doing this but she felt like she didn’t have a choice at this point so she would push down the feeling that bubbled up every time, she thought about it. After about 10 more minutes she was finally ready and ended the facetime call, she gave herself a once over her bathroom mirror, before walking out into her room, she slipped her shoes on and grabbed her bag. A thought lingered in her mind as she walked towards her bedroom door ‘maybe I could pretend I got sick last minute and back out.’ then she shook her head knowing that (c/b/f/n) would never believe it, wouldn't be the first time that excuse had been used to get out of a date.  ‘Suck it up Y/N and stop being such a little bitch, it’s just a date, you’ve been on them before’ 

She walked out of her bedroom, Corpse looked at her and faltered ever so slightly, she looked beautiful, he always thought she looked beautiful but at that moment she took his breath away. 

“Who are you going out with again?” “I’ve never met him actually (c/b/f/n) set it up, it’s a blind date.” “Why agree to go out with someone you’ve never met?” Y/n shrugged “i don’t know, try something new I guess.” she walked towards the door “I’ll be late if I don’t leave now, so I’ll be home later.” she opened the door but before she could walk out he gently grabbed her arm, turning her to face him. “Don’t go.” Y/N looked up at him “why? Why don’t you want me to go?” He looked down into her eyes for a moment before he dropped his hand from her arm, but he hesitated and once again didn't kiss her. She sighed "I'll see you later." 

Then she walked out of the door.  

Corpse ran his hand through his hair "dammit, that was your chance why didn't you take it?" 

Y/N took a deep breath as she got out of her car at the restaurant that she was supposed to be meeting her date at. 

She waited outside the restaurant for three hours and her date never showed, she rolled her eyes and couldn't help but feel slightly down about it. 

She got back into her car and drove home. 

She walked in and didn't see Corpse so she figured he was in his recording room,  she doesn't want to bother him even if all she wants is one of his hugs that always makes her feel better. 

She kicked her shoes off by the door and dropped down on the couch pulling her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on her knees and she sighed a feeling of sadness settling in her chest. She really just didn't want to be alone right now so she got up and knocked on the door she heard "Come in." 

She walked in "hey." 

He looked at her "hey Y/N, how'd it go?" He questioned. 

She sighed trying to not seem as bummed out as she really was “it didn’t” She didn't do a very good job at hiding it cause he caught it almost immediately. “What happened?” 

“Didn’t show… all the effort I put into this, only to be left standing outside where we were supposed to meet by myself looking pathetic for 3 hours.” she sighed. All he did was stand up from his computer chair and pull the girl into a hug. ***

Corpse had reluctantly gone out with Y/N, she had convinced him to go to the beach with her, it was the middle of the week in October so there shouldn’t be too many people around. She smiled at him as they sat on the sand “See not so bad is it?” He gave her a look “I guess not” was the answer that he gave and everything was going just fine until about an hour later. Someone nearby had recognized his voice but wasn’t sure where it had come from so Y/N got him up off the sand and ushered him towards the car “Let’s just get out of here alright? They haven’t located where we are so we can slip past without being noticed okay?” The man in question nodded at her not saying anything to avoid further being noticed and the two successfully made it to the car without incident Y/N pulled the keys out of her pocket and  they got into the car and she started driving them back to their apartment. Y/N pulled over about halfway home because the man beside her was having what seemed to her to be a panic attack, his hands were shaking uncontrollably and she noticed the ragged breathing and deduced that he was having a panic attack so she pulled over to try and help him calm down, she unbuckled her seat belt and completely turned in her seat to face him “Hey, look at me.” She tried to get his attention but it wasn’t working; he was too lost in his own world of panic. So she grabbed his face and gently turned his head to look at her “Corpse, look at me, I need you to focus on the sound of my voice, okay?” but he was still not responding to her and then suddenly she remembered reading something about panic attacks and holding your breath so she blew out a breath and muttered “god I hope this works.” She grabbed his face and leaned over the middle console of the car and she kissed him, the kiss lasted maybe 15 seconds before it was over and he let out a shaky breath but it wasn’t feeling like his throat was closing up on him anymore. “Why did you do that?” Y/N let out a breath as well before answering “I read somewhere that holding your breath could stop a panic attack, so uhh when I kissed you, you held your breath and it looks like what I read was right because it stopped.” They are staring into each other's eyes now Y/N had a soft smile on her face as he stared back at her with a small smile present on his face as well “was that the only reason you kissed me to get me to hold my breath?”

Y/N’s face turned red “I- uh… Let’s go home yeah?.” he agreed and she got turned back around the right and finished driving them home. Once they got into the safety of their apartment Corpse looked at Y/N “So are you gonna answer my question or not?” her face heated up once again as she stuttered “Uh- I- Uhh” then she tried to walk past him but he grabbed her arm lightly to stop her. And he turned her around to face him and whispered “Because I am hoping it wasn’t the only reason.” then he kissed her again only this time he was the one that instigated the kiss, Y/N smiled into the kiss before she kissed him back. 

THE END

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25 :))

Seeing as how I’m not gonna be writing anything for pp horror week this is going to be my one time (unless something else shows up) contribution to Halloween 🥲🎃. I hope you peeps like it!

Inspired by bookie herself and her innate tendency to stimulate fic ideas in my brain. Iwysm dude (but you still are responsible for me not finishing my schoolwork).

25. “I can't smile at you, I’m mad.”

The unmistakable sound of a camera going off followed by a telltale “Dang it” indicates that Beca just got her picture taken. 

By Chloe.

Beca looks up from the cookie that she is busy decorating, “Dude, give me that phone.”

Chloe's smile is sheepish in the light of getting caught at trying to be sneaky in snapping a photo of her fellow Bella and failing spectacularly by having her camera sound accidentally turned on, “No way.”

Beca frowns, her eyebrows bunching suspiciously into the bridge of her nose, setting down the pumpkin shaped sugar cookie that Chloe somehow managed to wheedle her into agreeing to layer icing and sprinkles and even more sweetly powdered substances on top of the cavity tickets cooling on the kitchen island, “Chloe…”

Chloe is unperturbed by the faux threat in her tone, “Nuh uh, you’re not taking my phone away from me and deleting this adorable picture from my gallery. Absolutely not.”

Beca pulls up the sleeves of her warm and soft red panda robe that she got online after getting bored one day and browsing through the internet for some fall clothes sales, “You watch me do just that and then flush it down the toilet Chloe Jeanatte Beale.”

Chloe clutches her precious cellular device close to her chest and matches each one of Beca’s menacing steps with a backwards step of her own, “You will not; I have way too many delectable Rebeca Mitchell photos in this digital memory box than I can ever replace.”

The hem of Beca’s red panda hoodie that she secretly adores putting over her head falls into her eyes, and she irritatingly shoves it aside, “I don’t care, I will burn each and every one of them after snatching that damn thing away from your devious little fingers.”

Chloe grins then, the wide and innocent sparkle shining in her weird Beca-is-minding-her-own-business-and-I-want-to-commemorate-it-down-like-a-freaking-biography magnetized gaze morphing into one of mischief, “I’d like to see you try.”

Beca lunges, her hoodie falling back against the back of her neck as she reaches for the phone, Chloe squealing and switching the device to her other hand and extending it this way and that, desperately making it out of the range of Beca’s determined fingers, ultimately settling for her arm at a ninety degree angle over her shoulder and Beca practically laying on top of Chloe in trying to make a grab for it, giggling as she adjusts her feet to balance the both of them, “You’re too tiny Beca, it’s impossible for you to reach.”

Beca grumbles, taking one last swing of an attempt before pushing away from the smug redhead with a light punch to the stomach, “I hate you.”

Chloe’s teeth are quick to make an appearance, “No you don’t, you love me.”

Way too much sometimes. “Whatever.”

She stomps back to her cavity ticket, making a show of dumping her ass on the wooden little stool and flipping Chloe off before laying her elbows on the island, returning to her work of squeezing a spooky little nose onto the pumpkin’s face, “After I’m done with this damn cookie I’m gonna shove it down your pretty little throat so you will shut up and stop making my life a miserable hell.”

Chloe ignores her, humming a low Halloween movie tune to herself as she begins to type on her keyboard, “I’m going to post this on Instagram and show everybody what a cute tiny cookie decorating red panda you are and how you are causing this year to be the best Halloween ever.”

Gooey affection for her favorite Bella settles into her chest, and Beca has to lay her palm flat on the marble to refrain from making the unmistakable pout on her lips more prominent, “That’s sweet Chlo, but I am still gonna delete that photo as soon as I get the chance and then burn your phone and then tell everybody that it was photoshopped, because there is no way that I am gonna let everyone think that I am nothing but badass.”

“Photoshop couldn't make you any more adorable than you already are, pandabecs,” Chloe says, strolling over to press a kiss to her cheek, Beca flushing at the unexpected contact, a squiggly line resulting in her wake, “And don’t worry, everybody who is anybody who even remotely peeked at you carrying our team to victory last acapella performance can tell that you are a very musically talented badass.”

A smile struggles to break free across her face, but Beca is mad gosh darn it, and she feels the need to voice it aloud, “I can't smile at you, I’m mad.”

Chloe laughs, the pad of her thumb reaching forth to wipe off a smidge of icing off of Beca’s other cheek, “I know you are, but what’s a girl like me to do when someone like you is all bundled up for Halloween and concentrating so hard when you initially claimed to have no interest in this sort of stuff?” She brings the hoodie back over Beca’s head, “I would be crazy to not want to snap a pic, as any reasonable person would, to capture this moment and remember it every time I scroll through your dedicated photo album.”

Beca groans, nudging the finished cookie to the side so she can start on another, “You have an entire album?”

[parkers-gal]

Hiiiiii I feel like this could be vvv funny🤍

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMekEW58L/

cute cute<3 ( also u didn’t specify who this was for so i just chose tom )

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“Tom,” You whine. He’s tickling you again, tackling you onto the couch until you lay back. “C’mon, are you ready?”

“Ugh, do I have to?”

“It’ll be fun, baby,” You cup his face and giggle as he scrunches it up. “And you love beer.”

“Yeah, yeah,” He sits up, running a hand through his thick curls while you run off to the kitchen to gather the drinks for the game.

“Choose your fighter,” You announce while entering the room, causing Tom to chuckle at your antics. “Lemme grab my phone.”

“You’re putting this on tik tok?”

“Of course!” You squeal, smiling. “Okay, ready?”

“Mhm,” He takes a sniff of his beer, something you catch on camera, and he proceeds to take a sip. You end the clip right there, turning your attention to the television, which plays one of the many rom-coms of the ‘90s.

Tom’s halfway done with his beer, and he’s sitting merely a foot away from you. His thigh is so close, you could just lean into him. And his jawline looks hella good as he sips his beverage. But alas, you control your urges and take another sip of your own drink.

Tom watches the way you laugh at the characters on the TV, and he marvels how pretty you look with your hair styled like that. He wants to kiss you so badly — he’s wanted to since the moment he woke up, but now that the competition has begun and his “kissing rights” have been provoked, he only wants to kiss you more.

You record yourselves again as the second round of drinks begins. It’s barely nine o’clock and yet Tom is already growing antsy, reaching out for your hand out of habit but then retracting immediately when he realizes he can’t lose. He may be needy and affectionate, but he’s even more competitive.

You know this, and you also know what a mess you are when you get alcohol in your system. You’re going to fall apart the minute you finish your third drink, and then you’re going to lose the game and then Tom’s going to boast about his win for the rest of the night.

So, you’re staying as awake as possible, remembering your boundaries and repeating encouragements in your head. Tom thinks you look adorable with that concentrated expression on your face.

Yeah, this might’ve been a bad idea for both of you.

“Are you done with your drink yet?” Tom asks while swishing the remaining beer around in his can. You hum out a “no,” and Tom nods. “Getting weak yet, love?” He smirks. “I know you want my kisses.”

You bite your lip, resisting the urge before shaking your head. “Nope, haven’t broken yet. What about you, mister? Know you want my cuddles.” He hums in agreement, and the two of you share a laugh. Tom grows quiet and turns his attention back to the TV. You whip out your phone and secretly record more footage of Tom, captioning it “i’m about to win, lol, he’s gonna break any second.”

Tom bites his lip and, to distract himself from what he’s not supposed to do, he chugs down the rest of his beer in one go. You bite back a smile and he swallows thickly. You turn your phone off, and Tom turns back to you with a pout on his lips and a wrinkled forehead.

“Is the game over yet? We’ve been through two beers, already.”

You shake your head, playing dumb and ignoring the signs of a needy Tom. “No, we’ve got to drink at least one more.”

His brows pull together even more and you almost laugh at the adorableness of your precious boyfriend.

“But I-... I miss your hugs,” He mumbles, looking down in disappointment.

“Mhm?”

He looks at you and whines. “Love, you’re not helping me.”

“This is a competition after all, Tommy,” you giggle as he tilts his head upwards, groaning. He turns back to the TV for all of five seconds before crawling over to you and placing his head on your chest. You laugh loudly, and Tom smiles against your skin, hiding away in the crook of your neck.

“Not fair,” he mumbles into your skin.

“You lost,” you say between laughs, reaching for your phone to record the last bit of the video. You angle the camera downwards, showing Tom resting atop you, arms around your waist while your left hand runs its fingers through his hair. Tom hums in content, and you let out another giggle as the video ends.

You post it without a second to waste and, with haste, you shut your phone off and welcome the feeling of Tom.

“Ugh,” he says happily. “I missed your touch.”

“You lasted like, barely thirty minutes.”

“Yeah, worst thirty minutes of my life.”

[wonderful-wells-writing]

Fanclub; Chapter 1

EoWells x Reader

Some of the STAR Labs employees have a secret fanclub where they discuss Harrison Wells and share pictures they take when they think he isn't looking. Problem is it's not quite as secret as they think it is. The man himself seems to have taken an interest in the the little group, finding it to be the perfect place to find willing partners to satisfy his needs. And you're his next pick.

Work is dying down for the evening at STAR Labs. Chemists are checking that all the storage units are set to the proper temperatures. Engineers are making sure that everything that needs to be powered down is. Lab techs are cleaning up their stations. But nearly everybody is discussing their plans for the weekend.

There is one worker who is not engaging in such conversations. You are currently crammed between two sections of machinery, determined to get this wiring finished before leaving for the day. That way, Monday, bright and early your team can start doing test runs.

You are not engaging in conversation with others but rather are talking to yourself as you work. “Some red over here, blue wire over there.” Your grin would light up the room if anybody could see it. “I just love when a color-coded array comes together.” There’s a buzz on your right butt-cheek, and you squeal in surprise.

“Everything alright in there?” One of the other scientists looks up from the desk.

“Yeah, Bri,” you extract yourself from the machine parts. “My phone just went off, and I thought something shocked me.”

“Girl, I can not tell you how often that happens to me,” Bri takes her purse from a drawer and a jacket off the chair. “So, what are your plans for the weekend. More number crunching?”

You pull your phone from your back pocket. “Actually my college roommate is having a bachelorette party tonight. So I said I would swing by the bar for a bit.”

“Sounds fun,” Bri gives a wave before heading to the door. “Don’t party too hard.”

She returns the wave before opening a group chat app on her phone to see what the notification is about.

KittyCat42; O.M.G did you see Dr. Wells today? a shirt THAT tight can not be workplace appropriate!!!

Attached is a photo taken from a smartphone at an angle in which the subject does not seem to be aware their picture is being taken. Dr. Harrison Wells is leaning over a desk, examining something on a monitor. Kitty is right; his shirt is very tight, his biceps bulge through the long black sleeves.

You grin, considering sending a reply, but another message comes in first.

YummyBitch73; Think he’s got plans? Looking that good, he’s got to be going out tonight.

Your thumbs move across the screen to type a quick response.

BabyDoll14; Maybe he has a date tonight?

KittyCat42; wonder who the lucky girl is?

You lean against a nearby workbench, smirking at the screen.

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On the other side of the lab, somebody picks up their phone to check the barrage of notifications coming in. They chuckle before adding their own two cents.

Speedy22: Hey, who knows, it could be a lucky guy.

YummyBitch73: Oh you wish, he is a lady killer through and through

BabyDoll14: I mean, who are we to judge if it’s a lucky lady or gent. Maybe he swings one way, maybe he swings both ways. Who cares, we’re just here to talk about his ass behind his back.

“Speedy’ nods, almost respecting the woman on the other side of the screen for staying objective about objectifying her boss.

Speedy22: Speaking of ass, I got this one yesterday

He opens his gallery and scrolls until an ‘appropriate picture is found. A nice shot of Dr. Wells from behind; the quality is incredible for a smartphone shot. The man’s shirt is riding up, showing a nice strip of the skin of his back, even a bit of where his boxers rise above the waistband of his hands.

YummyBitch73: Damn Speedy, you always get the good ones. You’ll have to teach me some photography lessons sometime.

KittyCat42: what kind of camera are you using? The quality is so gooooood.

“Hey,” a woman’s voice draws his attention away from his device. “Are you staying late again tonight?”

Harrison Wells takes a breath to look her up and down, mentally running through his mind all the employees to try and remember who it is at his office door. “I’ll be headed out soon; I just have to wrap some things up.”

He recalls who she is when he sees the look she’s giving him. Brianna Masters, a specialist working down in Lab C. She would have had to go out of her way to get to his office before leaving. Self-proclaimed president of the Dr. Wells Fanclub, he had just been interacting with the group chat of; after the former president left with a job offer at Mercury Labs. She had been making goo-goo eyes at him since her interview three months ago.

“Well,” Bri twirls a curl of her hair, fluttering her eyelashes. “Harrison, you know I was wondering if you might like to take me out to get some drinks tonight?”

Dr. Wells tries to hide his displeasure at the thought. She wasn’t his type, physically, mentally, emotionally, “I have plans in the morning that require a clear head. Miss. Masters. Now is there anything of importance that you need?” The man was not adverse to flights of fancy to pass the time; he wouldn’t be keeping an eye on the little Fanclub of his if he wasn’t willing to look for ‘interested parties,’ but this particular woman has been of no real interest to him.

For reasons such as how she pouts at his response, “Well, having fun is important.” She mutters before wandering off down the hall, turning her attention to her phone.

YummyBitch73; holy Shit! He just asked me out for drinks. It sucks so much that I have to drive out to Coast City; I”d have taken him up in a heartbeat otherwise.

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Back in Lab C, you finally finish with the maintenance on the machine. You check your phone once more while heading over to the desk and nearly cackle at what you’re reading. Everybody knows that Bri is full of shit, but there’s no point in calling it out and causing discourse.

You mute the phone to focus on your computer. While humming a quiet tune, you work on moving files to the USB stick plugged into the monitor.

“Fuck,” you whisper, seeing the download time in comparison to the clock on the screen. Of course, you could just leave it be, take the weekend off. It’s not like you get paid extra to run calculations at home.

17 minutes later

“Nonononono, wait, please!” You’re half running to the street as the bus pulls away, leaving you in the illuminated circle of a streetlamp, cursing yourself. That was going to be the last bus coming this way for the night. If you walk home, you’ll never make it in time to change for the party. You might not even make the event at all. You pace up and down the sidewalk, contemplating your options.

A car pulls up beside you, tinted window rolling down, “Need a lift?”

You stop, shocked, “Oh, no I…” you pause, looking through the window, “Dr. Wells, hi...hey.” You swallow your pride. “I would really love to get a ride on-with, with you.” Internally you cringe at how that came out, but figure he probably wouldn’t have heard such a minor slip.

The lock clicks open, and you reach for the door.

“Maple Apartments on South 11th street, right?” Harrison glances at you as you get in the car.

You pause before shutting the door, “do I want to know how you know that?”

He laughs, and you jump a bit at it, “I can see how that would sound a little suspicious.” His smile is reassuring, and his blue eyes are kind behind his glasses. “It was on your registration forms when you started. I enter new employee data myself. Total recall can be useful even for small matters.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, shutting the door and buckling in. “I really appreciate this Dr. Wells, I would have been so late tonight if I didn’t get home to change soon.”

“Bit plans tonight?” Harrison asks as he starts driving. Truth is he had suspected you’d be missing her bus. He had seen you running after the last bus or driven past you walking home numerous times out his way out. You had quite the habit of working until the absolute last moment.

You smile, twiddling your thumbs to keep your hands occupied. “Yeah, I’m meeting a friend at the new bar that opened down the street from my place. She’s getting married soon, and since I can’t make the wedding, I promised I would spend at least a couple hours at her bachelorette party.” You aren’t exactly sure why you’re volunteering this information to your boss. It would be inappropriate to be so casual with him; then again, it’s also inappropriate to be part of a Fanclub that secretly takes pictures of him and talks about how great his ass looks.

Harrison ‘hmms’ in thought. “Why can’t you make it to the wedding?” He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, taking a moment to take in the way you sit, act, look, before returning his eyes to the road.

“Oh, they scheduled it for a Wednesday, so,” you look towards him just moments after he looks away. The first thing you notice is his hair; whenever you’ve seen him in the morning, it’s perfectly combed and straight, but it seems like as the day went on, it began to take on a life of its own. While the back is still nice and neat, the front is sticking out in all kinds of directions.

“You could have asked for the day off,” Dr. Wells offers, “Am I such a terrible boss that you think I”d deny you some vacation after all your hard work?”

You feel a heat rise to your cheeks at what seems to be a compliment to her work ethic, “Oh no, I don’t think that at all. It’s just that, well, we have so much work to do. Every day we get a little closer to your dreams of the particle accelerator, and I want to contribute absolutely everything I can to that dream.” You smile. “You’re going to do such incredible things for the world of science Dr. Wells, and I don’t want to waste any time that could be spent helping you.”

The man is somewhat stunned by this. He’d attributed her long hours and determination to personal ambition. “What about you? Do you want history to remember you for your achievements?”

You bite your lower lip in thought at the question, “I mean sure, it would be nice to be recognized for my contribution, but,” she takes a deep breath, “I’m more concerned about how my work will impact the world, not so much if I’m remembered for it. Anyways you’re the true genius. I can tell that STAR Labs will make big changes and put humanity on a path towards the future. As long as I get to be a part of that, it’s all I really need.”

Harrison does a low chuckle at your sentiment, amused by the naivety. You speak with such hope and wonder and admiration. If you knew the truth, how horrified would you be? The realization of the end goal of the particle accelerator, the effects across history that your determination would wreak.

He grins, “Well, I am glad to have such a dedicated employee, but I do believe that one off day is not going to hurt our progress.”

You purse your lips, “You don’t come down to Lab C very often; you’d be surprised how off the rails things can go when I’m not there. Anyways I would rather work than go to a wedding. It’s not my kind of scene.”

He can sense that you are holding something back but doesn’t press the issue any further. He’s reached your apartment building anyways.

“If you change your mind, I’ll be more than happy to give you the time off,” he says as he parks.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you reach for the door handle, “oh, and thank you so much for the ride. I really owe you one.”

Dr. Wells makes a mental note about cashing in that favor later. “You just stay safe and enjoy yourself tonight.” He smiles warmly at you as you wave goodbye, but when the door shuts, his grin turns a bit darker. He watches you walk away, eyes tracing the curve of your figure, resting on the beautiful shape of your rear, right up until you disappear into your building.

As he begins to drive away, he catches sight of himself in the rearview mirror. There is something about this form of his that seems to drive the ladies crazy, and he wasn’t opposed to taking advantage of that. While pulling back into the street and driving away, he thinks on his situation.

For 13 years now, Eobard Thawne has been trapped in this god-forsaken time period. For a while, he had focused solely on his mission, rarely interacting with others unless it served a greater purpose. But he was still a man, subject to desire. At first, it was almost enough to make him regret allowing Harrison Well’s wife to die, she could have filled his needs easily. But that woman had been intelligent; she’d have discovered his identity eventually, so allowing her to die had been for the best.

Still, after a few years of isolation, Thawne had found the need unbearable and began seeing ways to fill the hole that was forming in his chest. Little flings, one-off nights where he indulged his carnal side, allowed himself the pleasure of another’s body before quickly parting ways with them, when he discovered that a fanclub devoted to him had been formed amongst his employees, that made the whole thing easier.

Joining the group chat under a false name was easy enough. It inflated his ego every time he read them discussing how great they thought he looked, and he was more than happy to provide material for them to gush over. And with that, it was like he had been given a list of women who would fuck him with no questions asked. All he had to do was choose. Of course, he has to be wary of those who might get too clingy or go off telling other people. But it’s not that hard to week those types out of the pack.

Thawne notices magenta neon as he’s driving. A club with a grand opening sign out front. He smiles, knowing that now not only does he have a new prey lure in, but the perfect hunting ground as well.