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sly-merlin · 3 years

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KILLING ME- 14

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : (fluff) angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au.

warnings of this chapter : cursing, mention of drugs, character death.

words : ~4k

summary :

“life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”

“ curiousity got the cat hitched”

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A/N : this chapter marks the celebration of this blog surpassing 600 followers! thank you so much for all the support! also for minor readers, the sfw versions of nsfw chapters are given at the end of the masterlist so check those properly before reading.

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y/n! Are you sleeping?”

Registering his words, you replied in a groggy voice,“What the fuck do you want?”

“Your phone. I left mine in the medical room. I need to call Mark right now.” with some authority, he spoke.

Whining loudly, you fell back on the bed. It was only due but flailing your arms and legs like a kid in a toy store, you let out a screech full of annoyance, cursing your fate.

Were you really going to babysit him now?

"Have you suddenly lost your hearing? Stop with this sick attitude and open the door."

A puff of air left your nose, your chest moved rhythmically with your stomach and you relaxed your arms beneath your head, eyes fixed at the fan above and ears ringing with his voice. He kept calling you and after a number of shouts, you started humming to distract yourself, afraid that you'd end up helping him otherwise. That was something, naturally, you were not interested in. Last time he had ignored your voice and now nature had presented you with an opportunity to return the favour. Just with a bit less flavour.

"Are you dead?"

"Hmmm. To you, yes I am." Mumbling, you yawned and pushed yourself up to reach your side table and fishing out your earphones from the bottom drawer, you untangled them and fixed them comfortably in your ear, hiding yourself underneath the sheets.

Sonata no.14 instantly transported you away from the noise and the stress that was your unwanted husband, yuta. The smile playing on your lips widened as you realised that you were his only mode of communication at the moment.

But You were going for a nap. Until then, he could wait. And thrash. And cry. Or die.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you rotated the handle of the door to walk outside but your little trip was interrupted when your body collided straight into a wall. No. The obstruction was too soft for a wall.

Opening your eyes properly, you saw yuta standing stiff. Surprised at the sudden appearance, you immediately stumbled back and in hurry, hit your spine on the wooden door. The glare of his eyes, that always spoke more than you could comprehend, coupled with a clenched jaw, was not a very pleasant sight for sure yet you found it harder to dart your own eyes away from him.

"Your phone" he seethed, breathing deeply.

"Huh?" You croaked out.

He raised his brow and in an instant, the previous scenario played like a short movie in your head. Snapping your head down, you regarded his leg with pity. He obviously noticed it immediately but seemed to ignore it and refrained from saying anything. Good for you, you thought.

"Are you deaf?"

Your furrowed brows met his eyes and with a roll of his own, he picked up his finger to force his demand but you managed to walk back inside your room before he could've done that.

Your back faced him as you contemplated your options while slowly stretching your arm to reach for your phone on the other side of the bed.

should you even be giving him your phone?

You had more trust in Taeyong than the man you shared a roof with so there was no way you were doing that.

Unbeknownst to you, yuta was watching your movements intently and the way you bobbed your head, he knew you were scheming something so he decided to be polite for a moment. Only until you were needed. Or your phone was needed.

Once the phone was in your hand, another thought crossed your mind.

"Wait. Where is the house phone?" Crossing your arms, you asked him slyly, already knowing the answer

"You fucking never got it installed. It's still in its stupid package" he seemed rather impatient.

"And you could've called reception through the door telecom. He would have phoned Mark for you. These rich apartments certainly have more hospitality tha-

"I CAN'T GO AROUND DISTRIBUTING AN UNDERGROUND CRIMINAL'S CONTACT NUMBER TO EVERYONE"

He inhaled and exhaled and you just watched until he opened his eyes again, hand reaching out to you.

"Chill. I've every right to be sceptic especially when you are the one asking for it."

Finding Mark's number on your phone, you called him.

Yuta's hand threaded through his rough hair as he noticed what you were trying to do.

"Hey mark!" Your chirpy voice resounded in the room and yuta was sure this was some different spirit speaking. You sounded too bubbly for the way you were investigating him just a second ago.

"Yes yes. His phone exactly.i don't trust him enough to hand over my phone so that's why I'm calling you myself. Just hurry up if you can or you might have to clean up a dead body in the next few hours."

With that you cut the phone. Without meeting yuta's gaze and resting your hand on the handle, you mumbled,

"He'll be here in an hour."

You were about to close the door when he stopped it with the palm of his hand, alerting you with the force.

"Tell him to get some food too."

And limping, he retired back, to the couches.

Sighing, you messaged mark. Had it been for something else, you'd have ignored but your own stomach had signalled you that it needed some good food so you chose not to fight against your own body.

Now, only the taste of the food could decide how many days you were going to tolerate that barbaric human.

"Are you still going to that stupid internship?" Johnny hesitantly murmured from your desk chair while taking big bites from the plate.

"It's not stupid please! I’m just waiting for them to actually pay attention to my awesome capabilities so they can transfer me to the main branch. This is not bad either but”, you stopped to lick your forefinger and tasting the sauce, continued, “but I really wanna go into the criminal unit. That’s where the actual fun is. As long as i’m being paid decently, i’ll suffer with the stupid research work here.”

“With the tongue as sharp as yours, I think you should be getting ready for a demotion instead” he laughed, showing you his fake bunny teeth in the most annoying and childish way.

“Ha ha ha ha. Some well wisher you are! Thank you so much for looking out for me but I'll be fine. Who knows the gatekeeper’s pay package is more than me. So it’d be a win-win in that case too I guess?” when you did a drum roll with your chopsticks to stress upon your point, he laughed harder.

"So being broke is the new black?" Rolling his eyes, he dragged out, "I swear you kids don't know how this world works."

"And you, grandpa of the century, knows?"

"I'm aware of what I need for my survival and from what I've learnt, you can either take risks or look for job security. In your case, " he fake coughed, "where the proportions of risk taking have already exceeded the acceptable limit, a job security is the best and safest option to choose."

"And that would justify my greed and desire to work for the biggest company of this city."

"Kun. The security you need and the independence you seek would be given by kun. Chois are hmm how to say? Cheap? Yeh cheap. They have no work ethics. "

"Have you worked with them, johnny?"

"No. I'm ju-

"Then was your ex a choi?" You saw his eyes comically and cutely widening at your remark.

"No. My ex wasn't a choi and that's not what I'm saying and you know that."

"Oh. So your ex wasn't a choi. Then a lee? Kim? Im? Oh my god! Look at your cheeks seo!" You dragged out. He shook his head as you kept wiggling your brows at him.

"She was a kim but that doesn't mean I would hate all kims dude. That's baseless and stop ignoring the topic. I want you to apply in Kuns. It's the best option. Do it as soon as you-

"Yeah yeah we'll see about that. First take that bitch back. I can't even nap in his presence. "

"Umm. Yeah. You gotta tolerate him. And besides he's injured. Injured yuta is like a gun without a bullet. He's gonna shout for a day or two and then peace out. He'll be sleeping and reading in his room and you won't even know if he's alive or not."

"Now that's bullshit. What is he going to do here anyway? I hope he can hop himself on one leg because even if the sun rises from the north, I am not going to do a single task for him. He can die hungry , for all I care.”

“Do you think you can endure him for some tasty dinners?”

Clicking your tongue, you quipped, “Do you really think you can buy me with a few homemade meals?”

Day 1

Yes. you were sold. The moment the tasty noodles had melted in your mouth, you knew you had no dignity. And you were indeed ashamed of yourself.

Earlier, Renjun had called you to inform you that he had delivered the food and medicines for yuta and had left your dinner box but he had failed to mention the special and endearing note that was pasted on the glass box. In the curvy letters, it read bitchy piglet and you swore the only person you’d be killing before yuta would be jaehyun. But you were going to use jaehyun to build up your tolerance instead.

When you went out to clean your dishes, he was playing some game on his phone, excitement evident from the way he was laughing every other second. Maybe if he remained occupied, he would not be so insufferable.

Day 3

"Oyii! Oyii!"

No. You were wrong. He was very very much insufferable.

At midnight, his voice echoed, disturbing your sleep. You cursed at the cool atmosphere that had prevented you from using the air con which otherwise would have blocked his annoying screeches. But it seemed like bad luck wanted to change its name to y/n instead. With your name being called like a broken record, it was a fight between you and him that you were not going to lose. Shuffling to your side, you covered your ears with the other pillow and tried to drown out the annoyingly demanding and hoarse voice. There was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of having any power over you. He could cry for all he liked!

“What the fuck do you want at this hour?”

Attempting a glare at him through sleepy lids, you spewed with irritation. Unlike you, he was very much awake, breathing with the sole purpose of making you question your whole existence.

“Pillow” scratching his non-existent beard, he mumbled.

Your nostrils flared and jaw clenched at such inconvenient command.

“You summoned me for a pillow? A pillow that can normally be found on a person’s bed? Can you please rectify your demand or did I just simply hear something wrong?”

The opened curtains and the moonlight that drenched the room was the only source that illuminated his face for you and even with drooping eyes, you could see how serious he was and yet you couldn't hold your tongue back because he simply deserved every shit you bestowed him with.

“Turn the lights on and count the pillows on my bed! And when you are done, get me some pillows from your room.” he simply stated.

“Why should i give you my pillow? I need them!”

“Because I don't use a pillow and I need it asap!”

“Then why do you suddenly need one? To disturb my sleep? Oh that makes sense.” and suddenly, your eyes had synced with your body to side with your fight mode.

“I need them for elevating my leg. The bandage is too tight and it’s not comfortable.”

“Then why don't you walk out of the room and get some cushions for yourself!” you raised your volume.

“Because my leg is in pain and i’m unable to get up? What makes you think I'm dying to see your ugly face at this time of the night. I dont wanna have nightmares of you as well but i can't help it ok!”

“you should have kept them near you. And who are you calling ugly hmm? You poop fac-

“Okay scream for all you want! But get me a pillow when your battery dies down!”

“What the fuck d- are you covering your ears? Wow ways to be generous!”

Stomping your foot, you left the room to get the hardest cushion on the couch.

“Here! Next time call Mark if you want anything. Don’t raise your voice ever again to call me because unlike you, i have work in the morning and hence I need some sleep..”

Just when you were about to leave after shoving the cushion in his hand, he spoke up again,

“This is damn hard! I asked for your pillow specifically and not th- AHH!”

A scream left him as you harshly removed the support , leaving his leg to painfully meet the mattress.

“How about you fix your attitude before fixing your leg?” suggesting, you dropped the cushion on the floor and left.

He didn't call you after that. Nor that you cared. However, the sleep in your eyes somehow vanished. Dancing on your sides didn’t help. Neither did drinking a glass of water. So, with a groan, you listened to your conscience and picked up your extra pillow that was sadly too perfect for your enemy.

Padding to his room, you tried your best to scrutinise and hearing his heavy snores, you placed the pillow right under his thigh and the cushion under his calf. Scoffing at his sleeping figure, you internally groaned to remind yourself that you hadn't done it for him. It was just a debt. For the blanket he had once covered you with. Nothing more and nothing less.

Day 5

You just wanted him out of your hair. He was just being a load on your head. At first, only the work was kicking your ass, then jungwoo was kicking you like a punching bag for an hour straight and adding to your distress was yuta.

"I'm not your maid! Stop piling up the dishes for me. I've had enough mercy on you. From today onwards, get a cleaner for yourself or buy disposable cutlery. I'm not going to clean after you!"

With a roll of his eyes, he had ignored you.

And so did you. Pasting a warning note on the sink tap, you had left for the library with a dying hope that maybe the kitchen would be spotless on your arrival or you'd be dialing some numbers in the evening.

For someone who despised the solemn atmosphere of libraries, you had successfully spent 11 hours in the said hellish room. It was 11 p.m and you wanted to sleep, more than anything but here you were, waiting for yugyeom so he'd just pick you up for a good drinking session that you were dying to have.

Fortunately, you weren't the only one who had missed living these past days. Everyone, for different reasons, was suffering so you felt a little less bad for yourself even though you knew your troubles were far more grave than their academic burdens.

"Wake up shorts" someone whispered in your ear. Squirming on your seat, you whipped your head in your sleepy state and found jungkook caressing your head, goofily smiling at you.

"I thought you wanted to hang out till the next morning" air quoting the last words, he picked up your bag.

"Yeah. Let's go. I'm all ready for a night full of vodkas." You yawned out.

"Definitely. No. You are going home. We can have a small get together me and yuggy are done with our final project." He dragged you out into the parking lot.

" I feel like it's been years since we got drunk together. You are never here anymore!" You whined at him, complaining your heart out.

"I will be. Soon. Then we can celebrate your little choi job as well."

"Oh please. Don't even mention it. If I had penny for every time they rolled their eyes at me, I'd be richer than your parents kook." You huffed out and as his gentle laugh surrounded you, you closed your eyes resting your back against the seat, expecting to be up by the time he'd park.

But the next day, you woke up tangled in the sheets of your bed, unaware of the events of the previous night.

When you had warned yuta about the dirty dishes, you hadn't expected him to fill the corners of the kitchen with disposable containers. It looked like you had missed a whole drama while sleeping in the library. The kitchen was shining except for the new utensils. But as long as you were not babysitting him, you were fine with anything. You didn't want to jinx your relief, however, you were glad you would be able to get some work done. finally.

You had spoken too early for your own good. Just when you sat down to write your paper, passionate and enthusiastic howls of that man pierced through your earphones and once again, you opened the window and hopped outside, in the balcony, ready to drown him out. Sipping on your lemonade, you gaped at the scenery the not so distant traffic provided you with and somehow, your thoughts wandered to the only person these horns reminded you of. Johnny.

What are you doing? Your fingers hovered over the text but once again, you deleted the message, declaring it to be too childish for someone as mature as him. Maybe you were just being silly. Maybe you were not. But who was going to put a stamp on your maybe?

Tears pricked your eyes as the harsh words of your senior thundered in the room. He kept shouting and you had no option than to consume each and every word he directed at you. Even if you were being insulted in front of your twenty other co-workers, staying quiet was the best option, you ascertained. so along with your saliva, you gulped your explanations down your throat.

Howsoever unconscious, you were still in the wrong. There was no excuse as to why you had mailed the wrong bills, apart from the headache that was caused by the person possibly lying on the sofa and watching t.v back home. No matter how much you tried to run away from his existence, he had somehow managed to let himself inside your head.

Glaring at the kid who asked for his turn on the park swing, you pushed yourself a little higher, letting the wind greet your stinging eyes as it hit your face in waves. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you chose to ignore jungwoo for a day as it was the time, you decided, to let all the lessons that the past few months had taught you sink into your mind, to bleed into your soul so you won’t ever be able to deviate from them. Ever.

Only if that was so easy. You knew blaming others for your problems was no solution but trivialising them by not paying heed wasn't a smart move either.

When you reached home, your frustrations had died down. So when yuta simpered and pointed towards your empty container, telling you how he had already finished your supposed dinner, you simply rolled your eyes at him, robbing him of whatever he wanted to achieve by riling you up. Heating up the water, you were about to open the noodles packet when yeong called you.

You stared at the shattered phone screen in disbelief as the endless tears ran down your cheeks. As you verbalised the words to yourself again, your body met the floor with a thud.

Jungkook. Drugs. No more.

Three words had silenced the screeches in your head and your mind busied itself in rejecting what you had heard for it had to be a lie. But what how were you going to ignore the heart wrenching screams that yeong had let out. How were you going to dismiss the truth.

How were you all going to accept it?

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next update: Some day between 5-7 June.

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goldentsum · 4 years

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Can I request the boys getting into an argument with their stubborn s/o? (Hinata, bokuto, and oikawa) And how would the boys react to that. Maybe it’s like the first argument. Hopefully some fluff at the end! (Female reader please) thank you! I absolutely love your writing! ❤️❤️

━ stubborn s/o

CHARACTERS: hinata shouyou, bokuto koutarou, and oikawa tooru

GENRE: angst, fluff

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i take so long to start writing im so sorry ㅠㅠ i hope yall like this, i used my bigbrain for this, i think... ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

━ hinata ♡

this boy would probably cry when you start shouting at him but your pride and anger was blocking your common sense. your sharp and cold words will hurt him so much.

the argument was probably about something stupid like how the dishes on the sink weren’t washed but the stress that bubbled up from your internship and school works clouded your judgment and you just snapped at shoyou without meaning to.

when you started and saw his tears pricking his eyes and his soft broken words, your heart got stabbed by guilt. you paused for a moment, looking at him, but because of how stubborn you are, you walked out of the kitchen and straight to your shared bedroom.

the baby bub would stare at the empty space where you stood earlier, a frown evident on his quivering lips as he wiped away the small tears.

he would probably stay on the living room, giving you space and washed the dishes with a frown. hinata was blaming himself too. he always took you for granted and always came home to a clean house with food on the table even with your internship.

poor bub was kicking himself for it while you lay in bed with a heavy heart full of guilt. now that your anger passed you realized just how stupid this was and it was even your first argument.

you couldn’t sleep and went to the living room and you saw hinata laying on the couch. you walked closer and saw that he was still awake. When he noticed you, he quickly sat up and looked at you with soft red eyes.

you bit your lip at the sight of his red eyes and even though you were prideful as hell, this bub just didn’t deserve to be sad over something you started.

hinata’s eyes widened when you threw yourself in his arms, burying your face in his chest as you mumbled how sorry you are. he sighed in relief as he hug you close to his heart.

“it’s okay, (y/n)... i’m sorry too and thank you for always taking care of me...”

━ bokuto ♡

bokuto would be a pouty baby and the first time you guys fought, he was really scared that you would try and break up with him. he would mope and spend the rest of the day locked up in his apartment.

he also couldn’t take action and go to you to talk because he was scared that you would turn him away. that if you saw him, you would break up with him on the spot so he lowkey and unintentionally avoided you.

this was a bad combination with you being a stubborn little shit. so you were in your apartment, looking at your inbox that was filled with old messages. bokuto wouldn’t text you and just stayed in bed. it has been a couple of weeks since then and none of you texted the other.

you were scoffing in your apartment and threw your phone on the bed thinking that bokuto was ignoring you so being the stubborn little shit you are, you went up and hang out with your friends. you also posted pictures wanting bokuto to see that if he was not affected by the situation, you aren’t too.

bokuto was scrolling in your profile in IG, missing your cute face, with a pout in his lips. he then saw your new post with your friends looking happy and energetic and it made his tears pop up again. the baby owl closed his phone and buried his face on the pillow, whining.

hinata and atsumu would raid his apartment and get him up because he wasn’t going to practice. they were shocked with how sleep deprived bokuto looked and his eyes were bloodshot red either from the lack of sleep or because he was crying, both tbh

the two texted you and let you know how bokuto was doing. you were shocked when they told you, you thought he was unbothered and ignoring you but clearly, that was not the case.

you left your pride at your apartment and went to bokuto’s apartment when the boys describe his status it was lowkey making you feel guilty. you didn’t even think that he was moping and not ignoring you.

you went to his apartment and saw bokuto, sitting on the floor, with hinata and atsumu trying to make him stand up. his eyes were red and his eyebags were dark around his eyes. his hair was messy and his clothes were disheveled.

when he saw you, he perked up and was surprised at your presence. You shooed the two boys and walked to bokuto, crouching down at his level. you held his face gently in your hands, wiping his tears away gently. he leaned against your touch, sniffling a bit.

“(y/n)... let’s not fight anymore...”

━ oikawa ♡

this boi is as stubborn as you. he is also as prideful as you so good luck, i guess? even though he’s stubborn, it doesn’t mean that he wasn’t affected. he would ignore you if you ignore him but best believe that he would whine about you to Iwa.

oikawa: it’s not fair! (y/n)’s ignoring me! D:

iwa: please just shut up...

oikawa loves you very much, there’s no lie about that, but sometimes his pride just gets in the way and with his past relationships, his exes were always the one apologizing and the first one to crack in the ignoring game.

so he was surprised that after 2 weeks of this stupid shit going on, you still haven’t texted him or talked to him.

iwaizumi is just sighing in the background because oikawa can always just apologize, and it was his fault anyway, and stop this shit already bUT NOPE. the tol male rather continue it because his annoyingly large ego is in the way.

oikawa cracked when he saw you with another male, laughing and pushing each other playfully in the park, with iwa. he started pouting and glaring at the male beside you that you two noticed.

when yall noticed, he stomped his way to you and dragged you away without any word. iwaizumi rolled his eyes at the childish male.

oikawa would stop at a quiet place and glare at you making you glare back and look away in anger. he softened his glare and sighed in annoyance making you look at him.

“look... i don’t usually say this... but I’m sorry.... and please don’t ignore me again...”

his words started getting quieter at the end but you caught it. you stifled your smile at that, his cute words, the red blush on his face, and how he was avoiding your eyes was too endearing.

you sighed and hugged him, feeling his body relax a bit at the contact

“yeah yeah... don’t be an idiot next time, tooru...”

he gasped dramatically at your words but hugged you back, happy that the childish game you two were playing was over

“(y/n)-chan... you’re really stubborn, huh”

“don’t start, tooru”

“hehe, sorry~”

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turbobyakuren · 3 years

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Happy new year everyone!!!!!

🎈🎇🎆🎇🧨✨🎉🧨🎈🎇

I don't really have the motivation or inspiration to write a long post, but i'll try

2021 was a very, very exhausting year that has its equal share of good and bad. Bad in that some moments have been extremely difficult. Not going into details, but september was a Nightmare month for me because of academic stress and unpleasant teachers. Also right now i still don't know what i want to do in life, now that i'm done with what i want to do and my passion for what i initially loved is wavering. Good in that i have achieved most of what people told me would be impossible: i finished my university cursus and got a Master's degree in translation, i did an amazing internship where i learned a lot from my boss and i became self-employed and got paid for the first time as an independent translator and proofreader!! and now? well i bought my first CAT Tool and im trying to improve my skills in translation and hopefully get where i want without feeling incompetent

art and OC wise, this year i've been trying really hard to beat the nasty art block i acquired in june of 2020. and i'm doing ok! i still need to learn a lot, but i'm finer. and for 2022, i will try to hold the resolution of producing at least 1 character artwork per month and get around revamping my OCverse completely. Lots of work, but now htat i have more free time and energy...!

And of course, i want to give a huge shoutout to my friends and mutuals out there. you'll recognize yourselves, you guys are amazing, we had so many good moments together that i'll cherish. 2021 was the year where i started streaming more regularly, and i want to keep this habit of hosting at least 1 stream per week when i'm home, now that i have the material. I just hope my internet will get better with time. oh and, also, my infinite thanks to Someone (who isn't on tumblr) for convincing me to vanquish my initial apprehension of Final Fantasy XIV and getting me into it. Now i enjoy it

i'm at a loss for words and honestly i write passes throu my mind so i'll just conclude with: 2021 had its ups and downs but i've definitely enjoyed this year and what it brought me, and i hope that 2022 will be the same. I wish you all a happy new year and i hope many cool things will happen to you in the following days, weeks and months!!

#shutupus rex

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sniigura-archive · 4 years

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why can't you see me (4)

chapter one

I deleted chapter 4&5 because I thought they were trash 😔

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it all started with vocaloid covers. yes, you're also cringing right now. you were how old? 12? 13? it doesn't really matter, to make it short: a few years ago you posted a shitty cover, of an edgy song.

you went viral. thousands of likes and comments were made on your YouTube video, which was recorded with your laptop microphone.

not going to lie, you were shocked. holy fuck? people liked you? your content? that's new.

well, not really. your best friend at the time told you to upload it. he supported you! how nice of him.

one cover caused 2 to be made, then 3, then 4 and after 10 covers you posted your first original song. you didn't actually think that your fans would support it, but they did.

that all happend in the span of a year, or two.

you weren't so sure, you lost your feeling for time a while ago.

after that original song record labels wanted you (you were easy to take advantage of after all). problem was, or still is, you're a minor.

you can't sign anything, you don't have an accutal agent, or manager, you don't have shit. to be honest, you also aren't sure how you're doing it. well, it's easier now because of streaming platforms and your best friend likes to play manager.

it's less stressful at least, you publish whatever you want, when you want it. nobody controls your social media account.

you accutally make money, a lot of it. but to keep yourself humble you donate a huge part, and put the other one in a savings account.

you're so smart! so mature! an old soul! not like the others! a delight to have in class!

you're absolutely burned out.

companies constantly messaging you for you to promote this! newest product! so good! the best thing on the market! when it's trash, a way to get money.

but everything is like that, isn't it? you're also selling trash. making trash music and poetry. wow, you're so special. an artist! royalty, you drew all the album covers yourself? no wonder they look like that.

your age is a mystery, so is your face and real name. people were able to figure out your height by a simple picture of you besides a dresser.

they know you live in japan, you were forced to publish that as you got nearly cancelled for wearing a kimono. life is great!

constant comments and messages of "you changed" were flooding you. of course you changed? bro? you were only 13?

it's called character development.

your fame is basically a secret, besides your best friend and school nobody knows.

you didn't bother telling your father because he didn't want to listen, pretty sad. you tried, you really did but he was busy, as always.

now it's too awkward to tell him.

"hey, papa, by the way im like a prodigy in the music business and i have more instagram followers then you."

yeah, as if (even tho you have to check if you accutally finally got more followers then him).

the older you get, the more followers you get, the less you post.

you're arrogant, they scream.

you're so so tired. constant spotlight. constant critism and people who think you're god. it's so much.

sometimes you're thinking about deleting it all, but you like the attention.

but if you see one more newspaper saying you died or that you're accutally a villain, on god you're going to go crazy.

"Top 10 face claims for faceless celebrities!"

murder on your mind.

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toshinori is embarrassed. as he's sitting with his co workers, he feels just straight up bad that he accutally has to think hard about his kid hobby.

"well.. they like cats? and.. ah! they play the guitar."

"acoustic or electric?"

"...there is more then one guitar type?"

his three coworker sighed. well, earserhead would, if he wasn't asleep.

midnight looked at the clock and quickly stood up, "well, i have to go! the kids don't teach themselves."

the two others also quickly realised the time, toshinori stood up, while present mic woke earserhead up.

god, he has to think of a bonding activity. concerts? no, it wouldn't work out for different reasons.

what did you talk about last time he saw you?

when was the last time he saw you?

shacking his head, he quickly remembered an email from your school.

your school was hosting an internship! that's the solution! you work here for a few weeks, he works here! perfect! what could go wrong?

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"no."

"why not?"

"because i said no?" with that you turned back to your computer.

"well, i think it would be a great learning experience!"

"and i think it would be very useless for me. i'm not interested in hero's. besides that, i already got a place at a company which I'm accutally interested in." you don't.

"it's not about hero's, it's about teaching."

"I hate children."

"you are also a child?"

"yes, and have you ever seen me get along with somebody my age?"

silence. he feels defeated. maybe he needs to put his foot down?

"you're going to work at UA during your internship, this is finally." thinking about it, he wasn't even sure if UA does internships.

"no, nice try though! appricate the effort. now get out, it's not halloween yet so i don't need any skeletons in my room."

toshinori has to take a deep breath to remind himself that you're just a kid. he can fight you physically once you're 18.

using your full name to get your attention, he used his last card, "please do the internship with me. see it as an bonding experience."

"..okay whatever, but if it sucks i can get another cat."

toshinori felt like a winner, but he needs to ask nezu first. the internship is still a few months away, who knows what will happen during these months.

#all might imagine #toshinori imagine #bnha imagine #mha angst #mha imagines #bnha x reader #mha x reader #toshinori yagi imagine

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sydneyshipsstuff · 4 years

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so uh last night at like 4 am i couldnt sleep, decided to walk my dog, and came up with this bad boy. It’s a rough draft, though. um @professional-benaddict read it and told me to post it, so whatever rafni says goes.

-Little! Peter with like everyone lmao (platonically), but main pairing is Tony x Peter. everyone is 18+ and Littles are known. but yeah, I call this “uncanonically Canon AU” because it follows canon character tropes (except Peter).

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so i LOVE the doctor trope w stephen and tony to death, like probably a lil too much, but hear me out

--canon tony and the avengers with not canon (aka powerless) little peter

--im thinking how they met is before peter became classified as a little, he was smart smart. so, he still gets the internship, but a real one this time.

--hes hanging out with the other interns when he feels himself regress. he freaks and goes to hide in a bathroom or something

--he runs into (probably pepper??) someone and they help him get out of the tower because he's obviously very vulnerable

--they (pepper?) take him to the hospital to get tested and find out hes a high care little. once they find out peter freaks out because omg he cant work like this

--(pepper?) assures him that they will figure it our, but with no CG, and just for plot sake, he also is living alone at this point so they dont feel comfortable sending him home, so he stays overnight, at least, in the hospital

--(pepper?) goes to talk to tony himself about this since hes the one who chose and hired the interns. tony isnt quite sure what to do because peter is one of the best in their group

--(pepper?) suggests that he go have a one on one talk with peter and see what the boy wants to do with his future, and also meet with the doctors to see what they think is best for his future

--now, tony has met peter a few times, and the kid is pretty cool, but he never really cared about him (harsh, but canon tony is pretty reserved so yuh) so, when he goes into the hospital room to talk with him, hes mentally preparing to never see peter again

--but, when he walks in, he sees peter sat on a cot carefully coloring in an avengers coloring book, and his entire aura is different and /adorable/

--as if he wasnt already kinda done for, when peter notices he's there, he looks up, eyes blown wide and a kid-like face on full of awe

--he sits on the end of the bed and they simply stare at each other before peter finally gets the courage to ask why tony is there, stuttering through it like an adorable mess

--tony freaks out, because as good as peter is, he planned on letting peter down, but now that hes here, all he wants is to see the boy.

--instead he smooths his nervousness and easily asks about how the boy is doing. he asks if peter has a CG, and predicably, peter just sadly shakes his head

--anyways i dont really know how this part would be worded, and it probably wouldnt happen in just one day, but eventually tony asks peter if he wants tony to take care of him

--peter is a cutie and accepts, again dont really have this part planned out, im akward when it comes to writing about the adopting of a little

--he goes with tony and since he lives in the tower, he also gets the avengers as glorified CGs. now this is the part i LOVE

***added part by Rafni:

"I’d imagine that Peter would just be kept in the hospital, like he doesn’t need any meds nor saline so he doesn’t even have a drip nor is he hooked up to any monitors. He is just there in the hospital pyjamas colouring and waiting for someone to take care of him🥺👀"

And since there’s no medical concerns (anymore) the nurses would have more time to just chat with Peter and make sure he is like mentally taken care of 🌸🌸

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tony stark- he's obviously the main man and does all the main caring. hes the one who sleeps with peter and makes sure he gets food, and plans the days. he also sometimes will hand make little gadgets (safe ofc) to occupy peter. he gets peter little engineering/inventing kits and will hold back any groans he has as peter hits his leg with a plastic hammer and screwdriver. he also is the one who is ALWAYS there, when he cries, when he's happy, when he's sad.

thor- he lets peter play with his hair, and even lets the boy snuggle, and sometimes even chew on, mjolnir (because of course peter would be worthy)

steve rogers- he lets peter look at and hold the shield. one day he finds the boy curled like a cat dosing on the inside of it

natasha- she speaks in russian to him, and when he goes outside to the park, shes there making sure no one disturbs him

wanda+sam (i had an idea for them when i originally thought of this, but i cant remember it now :/)

bucky- he lets peter also mess with his hair, although more rare than thor, but he does let peter suck on his metal fingers when hes really small, and will scratch peters scalp with it, the metal scratching much better than normal skin. also if he ever gets a fever, the cold of the arm feels amazing on his forehead

bruce- not strictly canon since hes more sciency than doctor, but i imagine bruce is the one who does checkups and takes care of the meds when peter is sick

stephen- he doesnt do it often, plus he's not at the tower much, but hell do little harmless "magic" tricks to excite Peter and when peter gets grumpy, stephen will give him a little stress spell thing to calm peter down

peter quill- i imagine hes the one who is down to do lots of fun stuff, but is also the most reckless towards the actions suited towards littles, getting a lot of scolding from tony. also, he has great taste in music, so when peter has bursts of energy, he'll bounce around the room dancing to old 80s music

rocket- hes the closest peters ever gonna get to a pet, and with lots of bribing from tony, rocket /occasionally/ lets peter pet him and feed him "treats", sometimes peter will ask rocket to do a trick like jump or spin, but rocket with always decline...at first. peters trademark pouts do the trick because either rocket will concede and hurt his pride, or tony will see and threaten rocket into making his little boy happy. its always worth it to see the happy little squirms and claps

gamora- she's the resident story teller. when its bedtime, she'll share her cool space stories, leaving out the gory/scarier aspects. it always does the trick as hes out in minutes. sometimes hell catch her and peter q engaging in loving activities (ie kissing, hugging, whatever), and he'll just giggle away, and as embarrassed as gamora gets, not being an openly affectionate person, she might just go to the extreme to hear the cute giggles out of the little boy

clint- hes pretty chill with peter. he also likes to play games with the boy, playing things like peek-a-boo when he's super small, or playing darts when he feels older. tony isnt /too/ happy about it, but its better than quill so he doesnt say anything.

pepper is there too because i love the idea of tony working away somewhere and pepper calling peter in, handing him a few sheets of paper, sometimes actual documents, sometimes just scratch paper to entertaim the boy, before asking peter to deliver them to tony. she always has a smile when peter eagerly nods with his whole body before running to the office to give tony the papers. it almost always ends with peter in his lap, but it /always/ ends in tony praising him, saying something along the lines of 'theres my little helper boy. look at you'

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--on any particular day peter wakes up aged up, he doesn't even miss his old internship because this life is so much better, although on these days tony actually lets him help with some safer stuff in the lab with him

--also, they are still the avengers and still have to save the universe. tony leaves him in the care of Happy or Pepper, trusting them both to handle him. sometimes, it ends in disaster. sometimes, they are lucky enough to find happy laying on the couch, with a drooling little boy soaking his suit

--no matter how things end up, it never gets old being able to come home and cuddle up with the reason tony wants to save the universe.

--its no surprise peter is able to help the man just as much as tony helps him. tony stops locking himself up so late at night so he can put peter to bed and cuddle up. he stops drinking when he's stressed, instead finding his boy and reading a story to him. his hookups end, he wants to be there for peter all the time. he gets more work done, the added bonus of having a pretty little boy in his lap helping keep his mind on track.

--tony still has his canon issues, but having peter there makes everything a little more manageable. and when he eventually gets too old to be ironman, its okay, because his universe is lying in bed, a red pacifier in his mouth, and a family of superheroes softly arguing about who the boy loves most

--and despite tony being a narcissist, he knows this is not that, when he thinks that without a doubt he is peters favorite. after all, peter helped him see the good inside the bad

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so uh yeah thats all i had to say. maybe in the future it will become an actual thing, idk. i still have so many projects im working on first. feel free to add whatever you want to it though !!

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loganhowlctt · 3 years

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i just hit 3k followers and i just want to say thank you all so much for following my silly little blog!!! im so happy i joined this community and made some amazing friends because of it 💖🥰 i cant thank ya'll enough, you all really helped my get through the past year <333 i've also noticed it's just good for me to have this creative outlet by gifmaking and it's so nice to see all the appreciation i get in return for it!!

I'm thinking about maybe doing a follower milestone event, if anyone is interested? please let me know!!

also, if anyone is interested, here's a little life update :)

luckily all my other colleagues were absolutely great people and fun to be with, and the work itself was alright too, eventhough i had different expectations from it. another fun thing about it is that i still get to go on a worktrip to SPAIN this weekend!! fortunately its just me and another colleague i like lol

I've basically just finished up my internship! honestly, i was kinda disappointed by it bc my boss (who was also my internship supervisor) turned out to be a dick and didn't have any of his shit together. no structure, very unclear tasks, EXTREMELY cheap, no overview of anything, doesn't deliver on promises, etc. he just doesn't know how to treat his employees and doesn't know how to run a company. if you can even call it a company, with him, two interns, a partimer, a freelancer and a permanent employee he hired way too late (A MONTH after his predecessor found another job and left. how can you put off finding a replacement for a month????). who also quit after 2 months, along with my fellow intern bc they found out just how bad it was lmao

i've kept my teacher up to date about all of this and fortunately she is aware of the circumstances and i'll still pass my internship, eventhough my boss gave me invalid negative feedback. so im glad at least schoolwise it all worked out, i just wish the work environment would've been better :/

so yeah im currently writing this from a hotel room (first hotel ive ever stayed at!! the bed is HUGE). i have an extremely early flight tomorrow, and get back very late sunday night. and then i have to be back at school at 10am the next day lmao rip me. but its worth it for a free trip to spain :)

i also moved out of the place i rented for my internship today, so this weekend has already been very stressfull lol. the place was alright to stay at for a few months, but very tiny and smelled like sewage every now and then so i'm happy to get out of there haha.

so yeah, busy weekend, lots of change again. i start my new semester on monday, i'm very excited to finally physically go to school again and see all my friends again! i'm also very excited to see what the minor i chose will be. basically i'm ready to start a new chapter and leave this one far behind (aside from my colleagues, I'd like to keep in contact with them!)

OH YEAH WAIT my tumblr account got suspended for a little while today too lol, because i was hoarding too many urls 😅 i had to delete them all to get it unsuspended, luckily i could save some of my favourites to my backup account. this really added on extra stress i really didn't need today, luckily i got it all sorted out lmao (i didn't realise i was hoarding about 40 urls 😬😬😬 so i guess it was bound to happen eventually 😅)

i have to wake up in like 6 hours so i'm going to sleep lol, i hope you found this little life update interesting haha <3

#.txt #shoutout to all my mutuals!! 😘#also im so ready to never have to speak to my boss ever again 🥰

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her-raveness · 3 years

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This is kind of a long post, especially because I haven't been on this account in a hot ☀️ minute! This Summer, I have made quite a few changes! My life during covid was very stressful and I was unhappy in my relationship and my job.

I'm fully vaccinated (still wear my mask because I have other people in my household who can't get vaccinated, so don't want to potentially pass it on to them, even though I'm safe). I have a new cat!! :) I got out of that unhappy relationship and am working on making more time for friends. (Mostly focusing on ME though). I started going on hikes again! Im almost through my last two weeks of work and I felt so much relief, almost immediately after quitting. Why should I stay in an environment where I am underappreciated and constantly stressed. I am going on a vacation (my first time with a friend,i.e. no family!) before coming back to work on the farm again! I'm so thrilled to see how much the animals have grown and what potential newbies have come since I last was employed there! Then, a few weeks after, I will be starting fall classes! I haven't been in school in almost 5 years... Im getting my license finally! (I'm almost 26, and this is the second time I've got my permit. My anxieties were so bad and I just never went to get my drivers test). Its okay though, everything is changing for the better!! :))

I am in a good position. I won't be making more money until after I've settled in at school and I have very little savings. I still get the comfort of living at home and not paying rent (bless my mother tbh). This is a sign for those of you in similar situations!- If you're unhappy, please go out and look for other jobs, other positions that you would be happier/ less stressed in! Do it! Experiment with jobs. Try out internships! Get a certificate in a field you enjoy! So many places are hiring right now. Those of you who this doesn't apply to, because life is stressful and bills are very real and you have to have a job constantly (even if you don't like it) or you lose everything--- I respect you SO much. I am so proud of you all for pushing through, especially for such a tough two years now. If you're struggling, I see you. I've been there. Things are changing for the better for me and I am taking every opportunity. My anxieties are screaming at me, for doing new things and allowing change to come so fast into my life. But Im also so so excited and motivated, for probably the FIRST time in my life. I feel like I am living for ME, for the first time and it feels. so. good! If you're reading this, I am proud of you. Make your break for yourself. Go get what you want! And if you have no idea how to get it, there are resources, whether it be friends/family, a school counselor, a therapist, etc. Ask. I know its difficult, trust me. But you will feel so much better once things start going into motion and you can start living for yourself, even just a little bit!

Happy full moon, all you lovelies. May positive change find you. 🌕💛

If you want to talk to me (about anything at all) my asks and inbox are always open!) I'm not by any means a therapist, I dont have all the answers, but I can be that person to talk to, if you need or want it). :)

#full moon #life #changes #personal #positive energy #positivity #anxiety #growth #text #mental health #physical health #asks #inbox #message me #proud of you #lets go witches

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kjmsupremacist · 4 years

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guys my age (taeyong/yuta)

Taeyong, fresh off of his first year of college, finds himself in a new city for his summer internship. He keeps running into a beautiful man, and Taeyong can’t help but be attracted to him. The problem? This guy is around 40, and Taeyong only just celebrated his 20th birthday.

Chapter 3 - kiss my fruit punch lips (in the bright sunshine) | Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Masterlist

Characters: Taeyong, Yuta; the rest of nct intermittently

Genre: fluff, smut (lots of smut)

Warnings: AGE GAP (like taeyong is barely legal)*, daddy kink, mild dom/sub, cockwarming, mild degradation, somnophilia ment

Rating: Explicit

Length: 7.1k

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*please mind the gap! I am in no way condoning or encouraging real life age gap relationships with this fic. I think there is an inherent power imbalance, and that they are rarely healthy. I still like them in fiction though, because im fucked up :) if you think it will upset you, then please don’t read it!

(divider cropped from a photo taken by @/double_cats on twt!)

Taeyong wakes in an unfamiliar bed. He forgets where he is for a second, still half asleep, and then he realizes the arms around him belong to Yuta, and he relaxes back into the pillow. Yuta is still asleep, breathing soft and steady.

He’d been too exhausted the night before to do much thinking, but now he’s rested and working his way up to full brain capacity. With it comes a flood of anxiety. It’s not that he wishes he hadn’t done it, he’s just worried. What if Yuta did? What if he drives him home in tense silence and then they never talk again? Or, somehow just as bad, what if Yuta likes him and they keep doing this all summer, only to have to say goodbye come the end of August? What would his friends think if they found out? Or, god forbid, his parents? His heart thuds in his chest at the thought. They’d never let him out of their sight again.

Yuta shifts beside him, like he can tell Taeyong’s distressed, smoothing a hand down his back as he blinks his eyes open. “Hey,” he says softly.

“Hey,” Taeyong whispers back, bottom lip trembling a little.

“You alright? You look a little stressed for—“ Yuta cranes his neck around to check the clock “—half past ten in the morning.”

Taeyong huffs out a little laugh. “Yeah, ‘m just—thinking.”

“I’m assuming some of these thoughts are about me,” Yuta says with a crooked smile. “Well, why don’t we get up and have some breakfast, and think together?”

Taeyong nods, following Yuta out of the warm comfort of the blankets and down the stairs. The t-shirt Yuta gave him is so long it reaches Taeyong’s mid-thigh, but he’s still quite aware of his pantslessness as he watches Yuta in front of him, in a full set of black pajamas.

Yuta sets the kettle to boil, and opens the fridge. “Leftover stew okay with you?” he asks, and Taeyong hums in agreement, sitting down at the table. Yuta sets the pot on the stove, and then turns around, leaning back on the counter, and appraises Taeyong. “So,” he says. “What were you thinking about?”

Taeyong picks a little at his cuticles, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he contemplates where to begin. “I think,” he says. “I think it’s just the basic anxiety that comes with a new, um, getting involved with a new person. Plus, well, we’re not exactly conventional. It’s not your fault. It’s just hard.”

“I see,” Yuta says, nodding. “Anything I can do to make it a little easier?”

Taeyong shrugs. “I mean, my main fear is getting found out, I guess. But I also don’t want—I don’t want to stop, either.”

Yuta smiles kindly, leaning back a little to check on the stew. “Well, we seem to be in the same place there, then.” He looks back at Taeyong. “We’ll let each other know if anything changes. For now, we’ll just do our best with what we have, yeah?”

Taeyong nods. “Yeah. What about—what about the end of summer, though?”

Yuta brings the pot to the table with a sigh. “I hate to be like this, but it’s pretty far off, and we have no way of knowing what will happen between now and then.”

“Just worried about it, that’s all,” Taeyong mumbles as Yuta dishes him out a serving of stew. “I don’t want it to all just—end. Wouldn’t that mean it would be for nothing?”

Yuta hums. “First of all, we don’t have to stop talking once the summer is over if you don’t want to. We’ll see where we are, right? And even if we do, it’s not for nothing.” He looks up at Taeyong through his bangs. “I’m having fun, and I think you are too. It’s not nothing.”

“I guess so,” Taeyong acquiesces. It’s not the perfect answer, but, he realizes as he digs into the soup, there’s not really a perfect answer to be had. But it’s good enough, and he does feel more at ease.

“So, do you want to stay the rest of the weekend?” Yuta asks.

“Can I?” Taeyong says. “It’s okay if you don’t want me to.”

“I want you to,” Yuta assures quickly, “but if you’d rather go back to yours and get some work done, or just be able to be on your own for a bit, that’s fine.”

“No, I’d like to stay,” Taeyong says. “I’ll need more clothes, though.”

Yuta nods. “After we eat, let’s run back to yours, then, so you can pick up a few things. I have some work to do today, so if you have some as well, you should grab it while we’re there.”

“Okay,” Taeyong says, though he has some other plans for today stored in the back of his mind. “Sounds good.”

They clean up together, and Taeyong finds a pair of pants, grabs his laundry, and then slides into the passenger seat. Yuta backs out of his garage, and Taeyong takes in the street as it comes into view. The storm definitely did some damage. There’s snapped-off branches littering the ground, some the size of Taeyong’s legs, and a lot of the flowers and bushes that people have in their yards are flattened. A couple of Yuta’s trees look worse for wear.

“Yikes,” Taeyong says softly.

Yuta laughs. “Oh, we’ll be fine. See? The sky’s clear.”

He’s right. Despite the wreckage, the sky is a chipper, bright blue. Yuta taps his thumbs on the steering wheel as he drives, squinting against the sun even through his shades, and Taeyong watches him. Again, anxiety rises in a wave in his stomach, but Taeyong pushes it down. It won’t do him any good. Besides, right now his priority is to get fucked as much as he possibly can before this ends.

Yuta pulls up to the curb by Taeyong’s apartment building. They’re already trying to fix the power, but the tree is giving the maintenance team a bit of trouble.

“Looks like it’ll be another day at least,” Yuta notes.

“Mm-hmm,” Taeyong says, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Lucky I have you.”

Yuta scoffs under his breath, but his eyes are full of humor. Taeyong gives him a cheeky smile as he slips out of the car, heading into his building. It’s dark and still, and Taeyong is so happy he has Yuta’s house and Yuta’s bed and Yuta’s arms to keep him comfortable. He shoulders his way into his apartment, dropping his dirty clothes in his hamper and pulling out a few outfits and throwing them in his bag. His eyes rake over some more scandalous clothing pieces, but he ultimately decides to leave it for another day. I have all summer, he thinks. Plenty of time to spring surprises.

He also grabs his computer and a few other things for work, because as much as he wants to spend every minute of this weekend on Yuta’s dick, he does have a couple things to get done. With one last look around, he’s out the door and back on the street.

“All set?” Yuta asks when he opens the door.

“Yep,” he says, getting settled. Yuta throws the car in reverse and Taeyong watches him drive. He’s pushed his shades back onto the top of his head, and a few strands of his bangs hang down in the gaps of the frames, brushing his forehead. Taeyong thinks he could stare at him forever.

“What’re you looking at me like that for, baby?” Yuta asks, glancing over them when they’re stopped at a light.

“You’re handsome when you drive,” Taeyong says.

“Just when I drive?” Yuta prods, and Taeyong rolls his eyes.

“You’re especially handsome when you drive,” he amends. “Happy?”

“Mm, very,” Yuta says, grinning. He reaches over and cups a hand on Taeyong’s inner thigh. He doesn’t squeeze or anything, just kind of sets it there, running his thumb back and forth. It’s stupid that such a little thing can make Taeyong’s breath hitch in his throat, but it does.

They climb back up the hill, up to Yuta’s neighborhood. Yuta never moves his hand, and Taeyong is lulled by the rhythmic movement of his thumb. It takes him half a second to shake himself out of it when they pull into the garage, and as soon as Yuta is out of the car, Taeyong skips up to him, bag in hand, and gives him a kiss.

It gets him exactly what he wants. Yuta kisses back, only breaking away so they can kick off their shoes and get in the house. Yuta braces a hand on the back of Taeyong’s head as he crowds him against the hallway wall. Taeyong smiles, moaning softly for show, jaw going slack when Yuta presses his tongue into his mouth. He grabs Yuta’s hips, trying to tug him closer so he can press himself up against his thigh and try to get him to fuck him before he settles down to work, but Yuta’s too smart for that, and doesn’t let him. Instead, he takes a step back, pulling away with a laugh, running his hands through his hair.

“As much as I could do this—“ he gestures vaguely to Taeyong’s whole person “—all day, I really do have work to do. I have to listen through an album, make some edits, and then get ready for a meeting I have to call into.” He brushes a little hair from Taeyong’s eyes. “You can do your work, or explore the house, or whatever suits you. It shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours.”

“Is it a video chat?” Taeyong asks innocently.

“What?”

“The meeting, do you have to have your video on?”

“No,” Yuta says slowly, eyebrows pinching a little in confusion. “I can see them, the meeting room, but they won’t see me, just hear me. Dare I ask why?”

“I was just thinking about what you said yesterday,” Taeyong says, nonchalant. “About how you’d like it if I sat on your cock while you worked, you know, to keep it warm? And then when you’re done with your meeting you could fuck me. I swear I’ll be good. I’ll sit still. And if it’s too distracting, then you can tell me to fuck off. But I thought—I just thought it might be fun to try.”

Yuta tilts his head back and kind of chuckles at the ceiling. “What on earth am I going to do with you?” he says. “You give me so many terrible ideas.”

“We can stop anytime,” Taeyong presses. “And since they can’t see you, it’ll be fine, right?”

Yuta shrugs, still laughing. “Yeah, can’t argue with that. Come on then, baby. To my study.”

Taeyong grins happily, plucking his bag back up, and heads up the stairs behind Yuta. They make a detour to the bedroom so that he can drop the bag off and Yuta can grab the lube. “Do you have a plug?” Taeyong asks him shyly when he’s poking around in his drawer.

“I do,” Yuta says, looking up and giving him a knowing look. “What, you want me to fuck you and then plug you?”

“Mm-hmm,” Taeyong says, nodding. “I like feeling—feeling full.”

“You’re a menace,” Yuta says, but he grabs a pretty silicone plug anyway. It’s a nice pink, and has pieces of glitter embedded in it. Taeyong stares at it as he follows Yuta down the hall and into his study. Yuta sits down, dropping the lube and the plug on the desk in front of him, and then scoots the chair back a little. “C’mere, baby. Facing the desk.”

Taeyong does as he’s told. He’s buzzing; he’s only done this once before, with a fling in the fall, but he remembers it being warm and soothing. Yuta’s hands are on the waistband of his sweats, and he wiggles his hips a little to help Yuta tug them down to his ankles. Next go his underwear, and then he steps out of both, bending over the desk a little when Yuta nudges his lower back with two fingers.

Yuta takes his time prepping him, and Taeyong does appreciate it, knows he’ll be more comfortable, but he’s also impatient. One of these days , he thinks to himself, I’ll get him to break me.

Finally, Yuta’s satisfied, and Taeyong turns around to climb onto his lap. Yuta raises the armrests of his chair up so Taeyong has space for his legs. He doesn’t take his pants off, just unbuttons and unzips them, and pulls his cock out to slick it up. Taeyong straddles Yuta’s thighs, hiking his shirt up a little to get it out of the way so he can sink down on Yuta’s cock.

Yuta wraps his arms around him as he bottoms out, and he melts into Yuta’s chest, resting his cheek on his shoulder. The head of Yuta’s cock is pressed snug against Taeyong’s prostate, and he resists the urge to rock back against it. He promised he’d be good.

Yuta cranes his neck so he can kiss Taeyong’s head. “You okay, honey?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Taeyong breathes out. He didn’t mean for it to come out so soft, almost a moan, but it does. “Feels nice.”

“Anytime you wanna stop, just let me know, okay?” Yuta runs a hand up and down Taeyong’s back as he scoots the chair back towards the desk. “Don’t want it to be too much for you.”

“Mm, okay,” Taeyong says, though he doubts it’ll be a problem. He feels warm and safe and full; though his own cock is sitting half-hard against his thigh, he barely notices it. He wraps his arms around Yuta’s shoulders, turning his head to kiss Yuta’s pulse point. His eyelids feel heavy already. “If I fall asleep, that’s okay. You don’t have to wake me up or anything. I don’t mind.” The last thing he wants is for Yuta to break the contact.

“Okay,” Yuta says easily, reaching for his headphones. “Gonna have these on, so if you need me, poke me or something.”

Taeyong nods, and then Yuta puts the headphones on and gets to work. Taeyong whimpers quietly to himself, more a natural reaction than anything, satisfied in knowing he’s not disturbing Yuta since he can’t hear him anyway. Pleasure runs thick and slow under his skin, thrumming in time with his heartbeat. He keeps his lips on Yuta, sucking and biting little marks into his neck to keep his mouth busy. Occasionally, Yuta will hum out a low moan, hand that isn’t on the keyboard sneaking down to squeeze Taeyong’s ass—not hard, just a little reminder that he absolutely does feel it when Taeyong clenches a little around him.

Taeyong doesn’t quite fall asleep, but he is dozing a little; his eyes are closed and his breathing is steady and slow. He doesn’t know how much time passes—maybe an hour—but eventually, Yuta takes the headphones off with a sigh. He holds Taeyong’s waist with both hands, gentle but firm, playing with the fabric of his t-shirt.

“Still okay?” he asks softly, and Taeyong leans back a little so he can look him in the eye.

“Feels so good, daddy,” he tells him. Yuta gives him an adoring look, one hand coming up to smooth his hair.

“My meeting starts in just a little bit, so you’ll have to be quiet. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” Taeyong promises. He shifts a little, making them both gasp with the movement.

“Okay.” Yuta kisses his temple. “You look so pretty. You’ve been so good for me.” Taeyong preens a little, leaning in for a kiss. Yuta obliges, kissing him sweet and deep before breaking away with a groan. “I promise as soon as I’m done I’ll give you what we both want,” he says, and Taeyong makes a happy noise in his throat, settling back into Yuta’s chest.

Yuta’s meeting starts, voices coming in a rush over his speakers. Yuta says hello, and his voice is so even and measured. Taeyong’s skin grows hot. They have no idea the things he’s been up to, is currently up to—what would they think, if they knew Yuta had a pretty little 20-year-old boy in his lap right now, biting back whines, tongue on his skin, Yuta’s cock rammed up his ass? Taeyong shivers. It worries him a little, but the danger of them finding out is very slim, so it mostly just turns him on. Yuta leans forward to look at something and Taeyong covers his mouth with his hand so he doesn’t gasp.

When he’s done commenting, Yuta shifts back and Taeyong can’t stop the whimper this time. “Sorry, baby,” Yuta murmurs. “I’m muted now, though, it’s okay.” Taeyong whimpers again, louder this time now that he has permission. “What is it?”

“Feels so dirty, daddy,” he mumbles.

“But you like dirty, don’t you?” Yuta goads.

“Yes,” Taeyong agrees, high and soft. “Feels good. Bet they’d wish they could have me, if they knew. But they can’t.”

“You only want me?” Yuta asks.

“Mm, yes,” Taeyong says. “Want you. Wish I could sit on your dick all the time,” he adds with a giggle, kind of meaning it.

Yuta laughs, too. “Maybe not all the time,” he says. “But more often, that can be arranged.”

“Yuta-ssi, what did you think of track 7?” Someone in the meeting is calling for Yuta’s attention, and he quickly lurches forward to unmute so he can talk. Taeyong’s heart hammers in his ribcage, but he’s also so hard. It’s so naughty; he always knew he was a bit of an exhibitionist, but never this much. Maybe it’s just Yuta. Maybe he just likes the idea of Yuta showing him off, of Yuta wanting him all the time.

Taeyong knows he promised he wouldn’t move, promised he’d be good, but he can’t stop himself. His cock is leaking against his thigh now, precome dribbling down to Yuta’s pants, and he’s a little out of breath, just imagining Yuta using him as a cocksleeve while he goes about his day. More often, he thinks. How often? Would he let him do this during his other meetings too? While he was watching TV? While Taeyong works? He can’t wait to find out. He rolls his hips a couple times, minuscule movements, and his jaw goes slack at the feeling of Yuta’s cock dragging against his insides.

“Baby,” Yuta warns, low and gravelly in his ear. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” Taeyong pants. He doesn’t stop. “I can’t help it.”

“I think you can,” Yuta growls, digging his fingers into his hips. “You’re lucky my part’s over.”

“I’ll stay quiet if you do,” Taeyong says, shifting his hips again, surpassing a little grunt when Yuta thrusts up to meet him. “If you really want me to stop, I’ll stop. But I don’t think you do.”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Yuta says, and Taeyong just smiles to himself.

“Maybe,” he replies sweetly as he grinds down in Yuta’s lap. Yuta drops his head back against the headrest. “Hopefully not for a while though. I prefer you alive.”

Yuta huffs out a laugh, disbelief painted on his face. “You’re incorrigible,” he accuses.

The meeting is wrapping up; Yuta will have to say his goodbyes soon. Taeyong just keeps moving, though. He’s so close. Yuta just kind of lets him, waiting his turn to thank everyone for their time. Right when he’s about to, he wraps his hand around Taeyong’s cock, giving him a few harsh pumps as he leans forward to say, “Have a great rest of your weekend, everyone!”

Taeyong opens his mouth in a silent scream, coming all over Yuta’s hand and the front of his shirt as Yuta exits the meeting.

“You’re such a liar,” Yuta snarls, still moving his fist over Taeyong’s cock even though he’s already spent. “A liar, and a slut. What happened to being good and sitting still?”

“I’m sorry,” Taeyong says, though he’s not very sorry at all. “Just felt so good, and I thought about doing this for you whenever you have meetings like this, or when you were working, or just watching TV or something.” He pouts. “So, like, you wouldn’t get bored.”

“Fuck, babydoll.” Yuta pushes some things aside on his desk, and then stands, laying Taeyong back on it. His head bumps against the monitor, but he’s too busy squealing at the way Yuta’s fucking him to care. He links his ankles behind Yuta’s back, legs wrapped around his waist. “You really meant it when you said ‘all the time’, huh? You really are a little slut. Can’t bear to walk around empty. That’s why you wanted me to grab this plug, right? Always need to have something up your ass to feel satisfied.”

He’s fucking him so hard the desk is bouncing against the wall, and Taeyong can do nothing but take it, fingers scrabbling in vain against the smooth surface to the desk. “Can’t help it,” he defends weakly. “It’s not my fault.” His mouth feels slow and clumsy.

“No?” Yuta asks. “Then how come other people get by just fine?”

Taeyong can’t form an answer, can hardly think. He’s barely recovered from his first orgasm, and Yuta’s quickly bringing him to a second one. He has a sort of swooping feeling in his stomach, and he knows it’s cliche, but it feels so good he could cry. Yuta knows exactly what he’s doing, exactly how to touch him to make him unravel. He thinks a little blearily that he might be ruined for other, more inexperienced people now that he’s had this—Yuta, screwing him stupid, so sweetly that he hardly notices until it’s too late, until he’s too far gone to do anything about it.

Yuta slips a couple fingers into his mouth, and Taeyong sucks on instinct, looking up at him wide-eyed. Yuta tugs a little at the inside of his cheeks, and Taeyong moans around his fingers, bringing a hand up to hold onto Yuta’s wrist—not to push him away, but to cling. Yuta presses his fingers against the back of Taeyong’s tongue and Taeyong lets himself gag a little, just for show.

“God, you’re so sweet,” Yuta murmurs. “How’d I get so lucky with you?”

Taeyong whines, long and pitchy, letting his eyes flutter shut. Yuta withdraws his fingers so he can jack Taeyong off, keeping the same brutal pace, the sharp smack of skin on skin ringing throughout the room. “D-daddy,” Taeyong stutters out. “Oh, fuck, daddy.”

“That’s good, baby, say my name,” Yuta says, but though his words are condescending, his tone is light and breathless. “I’m close.” Taeyong is too; he wishes he had the presence of mind to warn him, but he can’t. “Do you want my come, baby?”

All Taeyong can do is nod, a couple of hot tears squeezing their way out of his eyes as he wails. Yuta is hitting his prostate with every thrust, and each movement of his hand on Taeyong’s cock makes another bolt of pleasure sear through him. Yuta’s groaning, and as Taeyong feels the beginnings of his release inside him, he remembers Yuta’s going to plug him after, and his eyes roll back in his head, hips twitching as he comes.

Yuta has him plugged before Taeyong can even process that he’s pulled out. Taeyong clenches experimentally around the cute, pink silicone and gasps at the feeling, a little overstimulated but greedy more. He sees Yuta looking at him, unbuttoning his soiled shirt.

“Are you—“ Taeyong starts. “Are you actually mad? Did I distract too much from your meeting?”

“No, honey,” Yuta soothes, reaching a hand out to help him stand. “If you were, I would’ve told you, or made you stop. No, I liked it.” He gives him a conspiratorial smile, laughing a little when Taeyong stumbles. “How about we get cleaned up and then have a quick nap before dinner?”

“Sounds good to me,” Taeyong agrees. He follows Yuta back into his bedroom, where they strip out of their dirty clothes and clean off a layer of sweat with a damp washcloth. Taeyong finds a clean pair of underwear, tighter ones to help keep the plug snug and secure in his ass, and then he picks out a soft t-shirt. When he turns around, Yuta’s lowering the blinds, wearing only a pair of black briefs.

“I usually sleep naked,” he admits when he catches Taeyong’s eye. “Didn’t want to scare you last night. But—well. I’m coming to the conclusion that there’s little either of us could do to scare the other.”

Taeyong giggles. “That’s probably true,” he says as he gets into bed. “I usually just sleep in a big t-shirt. I’m only wearing underwear now because...” He gestures vaguely.

“I’m glad we’re both free-spirited,” Yuta says as he slides in next to him, snuggling close.

“Actually, I saw an alignment chart online that labeled sleeping naked as neutral evil,” Taeyong says sleepily. “I’m pretty sure that makes my behavior chaotic evil.”

“I’m not exactly sure what you’re talking about,” Yuta says delicately. “But chaotic evil does kind of sum up all your behavior today.”

“I can be worse,” Taeyong offers, and Yuta laughs.

“So can I,” he says. “For example—on the topic of how we sleep, you mentioned earlier that if you fell asleep, not to wake you, that you didn’t mind. Last night, you also said something about that—that I could fuck you in the morning when I wake up, even if you’re still asleep. Is that something you want to try?”

Taeyong balks a little. “Maybe not, like, now—”

“No, of course not,” Yuta says quickly, laughing. “Today wouldn’t make sense. I just figured I’d ask.”

“I mean, yeah, I would—I would like that,” Taeyong says. “You don’t have to. I just—I think it would be really hot, to wake up to you fucking me. That’s all.”

A quiet groan rumbles in Yuta’s chest, and it buzzes in Taeyong’s head. “Okay, noted,” he murmurs. Taeyong yawns, and then giggles to himself when Yuta automatically yawns in response. “Let’s sleep,” Yuta says, unnecessarily; Taeyong is already halfway under. “When we wake up, we can cook.”

Taeyong falls asleep sated and warm.

~ * ~

When Taeyong wakes up, Yuta is shifting in the bed beside him. He stretches, and mumbles out, “What time is it?”

“A little after six,” Yuta tells him quietly. “You can keep sleeping if you want.”

But Taeyong shakes his head. “No, it’s okay. I wanna come help. Plus, I wanna be able to sleep well tonight.” He sits up, and the forgotten plug in his ass makes itself known. He stifles a gasp, heat flooding down to his cock immediately. He moves gingerly, blinking rapidly when Yuta pulls the blinds open, revealing the gentle sunshine of a summer evening.

They both dress quietly, and then head down to the kitchen to see what there is to eat. Yuta realizes he has lettuce that needs eating, so they settle on pork belly wraps. Taeyong busies himself washing the rice and vegetables while Yuta cuts up the meat.

Soon the kitchen is filled with the rich scent of frying meat, and Yuta is guiding Taeyong around in a silly little waltz to his rock music as they wait for it to cook. They’re both laughing, and Taeyong’s heart squeezes a little in his chest because it’s so sweet and intimate.

If someone asked him how he thought the summer was going to go just a couple weeks ago, this wouldn’t have even been in his wildest fantasies. He expected himself to sleep around a little, have some one-night stands, get drunk and go home with someone and probably regret it the next morning—but not this. And yet, here he is, barefoot in an older man’s kitchen, wrapped up in his arms, dancing, laughing, while food sizzles on the stove.

Dinner is light and sweet. Yuta insists he doesn’t know the right way to eat ssambap, and makes Taeyong show him how. Taeyong makes him one happily, feeding it to him across the table. Yuta licks the extra ssamjang off his fingers while Taeyong giggles.

Taeyong eats until he can’t anymore, groaning that he’s going to die. Yuta agrees with pained laughter.

“You’d think,” he says, “After so many years of being alive, I’d know not to overeat anymore, but—“ he gestures to their cleared plates. “I guess some lessons bear repeating.”

Taeyong’s helping Yuta carry everything to the sink when his phone buzzes in the pocket of his sweatpants. He carefully places the dishes in the sink, wiping his hands off on a towel, and sees the call is from Jaehyun.

“I think I should take this,” Taeyong says, now a little concerned. “Sorry.”

“No, that’s okay,” Yuta assures him as he quickly makes his way out of the room.

“Hey,” Taeyong says, sitting down on the couch. “What’s up?”

“Open your fuckin’ door, dude,” Jaehyun says. “I heard you guys lost power, so I figured I’d bring you some dinner. Were you sleeping or something? I’ve been out here for like five or ten minutes now.”

“Oh, shit, Jae, why didn’t you text me first? I’m not home,” Taeyong says. “I—I—” he looks up in the direction of the kitchen, unsure how exactly to explain himself. “I’m at a family friend’s place,” he lies. “He lives in the area, and I told him our power went out, so he offered to let me stay the weekend while they fix it.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. It’s really sweet of you, to bring me food. I’m sorry you had to carry it all that way.”

“No, it’s cool,” Jaehyun says. “It’s on me, I should’ve texted first. Just wanted to surprise you, I guess.”

“Well, I’m surprised, so at least you got that one,” Taeyong says, and Jaehyun laughs.

“Okay, well. I’m glad you don’t have to suffer through a power outage, then. Have a good rest of your weekend. See you Monday.”

“Yeah, see you,” Taeyong echoes, letting Jaehyun hang up. He bites his lip. Jaehyun was nice about it, but he feels kinda bad. He can’t shake the vaguely guilty feeling. If he were normal, he would’ve texted Jaehyun or one of the other guys once he got home on Friday and asked for help, or if he could stay with them. If he were normal, he and Jaehyun would be laughing over takeout right now. Maybe they’d play video games, or drink a little too much. If he were normal, maybe he’d be into Jaehyun, or Johnny, or Ten, or that sweet, quiet intern in the composing department, Kun.

But instead, he’s got a couple screws loose, and he’s fucking a guy almost old enough to be his father. It’s not that he regrets it, he’s just worried he may be missing out a little on, like, normal college student experiences. But then again, he thinks as he shifts and the plug bumps against his prostate, I’m not a normal college student. He clenches a few times around it, letting the pleasure numb him to his worries. I’d much rather be here.

Yuta comes around the corner. “There you are,” he says gently. “Everything okay?”

Taeyong nods slowly. “It’s not a big deal,” he says. “Jaehyun—he’s the one who walked with us to the taxi that night at the club—he brought me food, like, to my apartment. But he didn’t tell me he was coming, so… I don’t know. It just caught me off guard.”

“What’d you tell him?” Yuta asks, sitting down next to Taeyong.

“Just that I was staying at a family friend’s house,” Taeyong says, trying not to cringe. “He didn’t, like, ask about it.”

“I’m not, you know, keeping you from your friends, right?” Yuta asks, concerned. “I don’t want to do that.”

“No,” Taeyong says quickly. “I see them all the time. It’s not a big deal,” he repeats, leaning his head on Yuta’s shoulder. Yuta wraps an arm around him, pulling him closer. “Besides,” Taeyong continues. “I don’t really mind if you do keep me from them a little bit. It’s not like any of them can fuck me like you do.”

Yuta’s hand tightens a little on his arm. “You sure?” he teases. “You never know; you sure you don’t wanna check?”

Taeyong rolls his eyes. “I’m sure,” he says. “Never had anybody like you, daddy.”

“Aw, you mean it?” Yuta asks. His hand snakes lower, pulling Taeyong across his lap so he can palm his ass. “Or is it just because this—” He presses against the flat end of the plug, making Taeyong lurch forward a little “—has turned off your brain?”

“Ah, please,” Taeyong whines, though even he isn’t quite sure what he means by it. “Probably both,” he admits. “But ‘m not lying. You fuck so nice.”

“Yeah? You asking for something, baby?” Yuta slips his hand in Taeyong’s pants and twists the plug cruelly, making Taeyong cry out. “Tell me what you want.”

“Please fuck me, daddy,” Taeyong says, smiling to himself at the way Yuta groans. “Please, I’m already prepped.”

“Nothing will ever be enough for you, will it?” It’s a rhetorical question. “Doesn’t matter how many times you get fucked, in how many ways, you’re still going to beg for more.”

“You can try to find my limit,” Taeyong suggests, gasping in surprise when Yuta slips out from under him, standing, and grabbing his hips, turning him so that his chest is pressed into the back cushions of the couch, feet dangling off the seat.

“Yeah, you want that?” Yuta asks. “Maybe one of these days I’ll see how many times I can make you come. Think that’ll fix it, or make you worse?” He pulls Taeyong’s shirt off, and then yanks his pants down to his knees, spreading his ass.

“Only one way to find out,” Taeyong pants back.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Yuta doesn’t give Taeyong the chance to reply; he pushes a spit-slick finger in beside the plug, and Taeyong squeezes his eyes shut with a yelp of surprise.

“Daddy, daddy, hurts,” he babbles, tipping forward over the couch, hands clinging uselessly to the back edge.

Yuta just laughs darkly behind him. “You stretch so good, baby,” he says. Taeyong can’t lie, once this initial pain fades a little, he realizes how fucking good it feels. Yuta pushes his finger deeper, pumping in and out shallowly. “Opening right up for me,” he murmurs. “Gorgeous.”

He withdraws the finger, and Taeyong catches his breath, listening to the clinking of Yuta’s belt buckle. Another drop of precome drools out of Taeyong’s cock, smearing against the couch cushion and his tummy. He resists the urge to rock forward. He knows he’ll get plenty of friction once Yuta really starts fucking him. It’s lucky Yuta’s couch is leather—it’ll be easier to clean.

Yuta’s hands are on his ass again, and he pulls out the plug with one fluid motion. Taeyong barely has the chance to register the sudden, stark emptiness before Yuta’s pushing his cock into him, one hand on the small of his back to hold him in place. Taeyong drops his head, burying it in the top of the couch cushion. He can’t spread his legs like he wants because his sweats are tangled around his knees, so it’s still a little tight, even though Taeyong’s been loose for hours. He’s already overwhelmed, already overstimulated, but it feels so good, and he alternates between bouncing back on Yuta’s cock, and grinding into the cushion in front of him.

There’s ringing in Taeyong’s ears; he’s been a little on edge all evening because of the plug, so he only realizes when his belly suddenly gets a lot slicker that he’s coming, all over himself and Yuta’s nice couch. He whines, wondering if Yuta has noticed, wondering if he’ll be angry, wondering if he’ll make him clean it up after. An image of Yuta snaring his fingers in Taeyong’s hair and forcing his head into his own mess, making him lick it up, appears in Taeyong’s mind, and he shakes, choking on a moan.

“Did you just come, baby?” Yuta asks, not slowing one bit, and Taeyong sobs.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” he forces out. “I didn’t mean to, it just happened. It’s—a-ah fuck, daddy—it’s so messy, ‘m sorry.”

“That’s okay,” Yuta soothes. “Neither of us mind a little mess, right?”

Taeyong sniffles, nodding. His body feels wrecked now—his ass is so sore, he wonders if he’s bleeding. He doesn’t mind though, happy to go limp and let Yuta finish taking him all the way apart. Even in pieces, Taeyong thinks he’d still want him. But as content as he is with letting Yuta tear him to shreds, it does hurt, so bad, so he hopes for the sake of his future self that Yuta won’t take long.

Maybe Yuta can tell, though, because he pulls out and flips Taeyong over, maneuvering him onto his back and then climbing on top of him. He doesn’t put any weight on him, just hovers over him, knees framing Taeyong’s thighs. Taeyong leans back—he knows exactly what his plan is, and he’s happy to participate. He opens his mouth wide, and Yuta positions himself in front of him, one hand coming up to pat his cheek with a soft “good boy”.

Taeyong lets Yuta abuse his throat, looking up at him through eyes bleary with tears. He breathes steadily, trying not to move too much, even as he feels Yuta’s come dripping out of his ruined hole and onto the couch. Yuta threads a hand through his hair, pulling tight, and Taeyong closes his eyes. He’s floating far away from his body, completely giving control over to Yuta. He realizes he's probably crying, and coughing a little as Yuta’s thrusts get harsher, but he can’t really feel it.

“God, you’re so good, baby,” Yuta says, voice tight. “Gonna make me come, fuck—“ He pulls out, probably so Taeyong doesn’t choke, instead covering Taeyong’s chest with his come, breathing heavily as he recovers.

“Daddy,” Taeyong mumbles, squirming a little. He still doesn’t feel quite right, kind of feels like an exposed nerve, senses still dialed up to ten. He doesn’t know what’s wrong, though, and his words come out as a broken sob in his frustration. “Daddy, I—I want—I don’t—“

“Shh, I’ve got you,” Yuta says, sitting down beside him and pulling him into his lap. He’s sideways across Yuta’s thighs, legs stretched out on the sofa, one of Yuta’s arms propping his back up. He leans into Yuta’s shoulder, hiding his face there. He feels disgusting, and it’s embarrassing. “I’ve got you,” Yuta repeats, wrapping his other hand around Taeyong’s cock.

And, oh, that’s what it was. Taeyong’s hard still, aching, and he moans into Yuta’s skin, hips bucking weakly into his fist. “Daddy,” he breathes, and Yuta bends down to kiss his sweaty hair.

“Right here, baby,” he whispers. “You’ve done so well, we’re almost done. Just wanna see you come for daddy one more time, can you do that?”

“Mm-hmm,” Taeyong agrees, though he’s honestly not quite sure. He thinks if he comes again, he might pass out, or pass away, but he’ll try. Yuta’s lips are still against his temple, giving him a succession of soft, reassuring kisses as he jerks him off.

Taeyong gasps, breaths hot and sharp. It feels like his arousal is sharpening to a point inside of him, and then it pierces through him, and he convulses in Yuta’s lap, whining and crying as he comes, cock twitching feebly. He opens one eye, peeking at the mess, and sees he’s only been able to produce a tiny amount of nearly-clear fluid. He closes his eyes again as his cock gives one final jolt, finally letting his exhaustion take over.

When he comes to, he’s propped up against Yuta’s shoulder, sitting on the edge of his tub as Yuta dries him off. He’s aching, but clean, and he hums softly. Despite their awkward positioning, he could swear he’s never been more comfortable.

“Hey, baby,” Yuta says softly. “You did so good. You okay?”

“Mmm.” Taeyong tries to form a coherent sentence, or at least a word or two, he really does, but his brain feels like cookie dough.

Yuta seems to understand. He laughs, lifting Taeyong to his feet. “I’ll take that as a yes. Let’s get a little treatment on you, and then we can sleep for as long as you want.” He gets Taeyong to the bed, helping him pull a shirt over his head, and then grabs a little bottle of ointment and lays him back. Taeyong drifts in and out. Whatever Yuta’s using on him feels cool and soothing. He thought it would hurt more, but it doesn’t. Maybe he’s just too tired.

He jerks away when Yuta kisses him, right next to his rim. “Okay, all done,” he says softly. “You don’t look too bad, actually. How does it feel?”

“Feels fine,” Taeyong slurs, rolling onto his side and curling up under the blankets. Yuta joins him after turning out the lights. Taeyong registers vaguely that, as per their discussion earlier, Yuta is naked behind him. He giggles. “Which is good,” he adds. “Because I want you to wake me up with your cock tomorrow morning.”

“Baby,” Yuta chuckles. “You just passed out, and you’re still asking for more?”

“Can’t get enough of you,” Taeyong says honestly, bringing the hand Yuta’s slung around him to his mouth, pressing a kiss to his knuckles before taking the tip of his index finger into his mouth.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Yuta argues, gently tugging his hand free.

“Please, daddy?” Taeyong begs.

“I’ll see how you look in the morning,” Yuta concedes. “Is that good enough for you? Will you please sleep now? You need it.”

“Thank you,” Taeyong replies, smiling even as he drifts back under, Yuta’s steady breaths rocking him into unconsciousness.

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