#and should've gotten a big slap to the face

[luc1-anna]

He loved how small you were compared to him,he was a big guy so it was expected that anyone would be small compared to him, but still. The way his pretty housewife always tried to wrap her arms around him whenever he got back, on resulting in him having to pick her up and drag her to the bedroom.

Legs locked around his waist as he carried you. Lips lashing onto your body as he left a wet trail along your collarbone. Hands gripping around his neck as you tried to keep still, you two hadn't even made it to the stairway before he plopped you down onto the living room sofa.

Not wasting a second as his pants swiftly made thie away onto his zipper then onto his clothes cock, rubbing one out Infront of you. "Take your clothes off then.." you should've been doing that already as you stripped the material off your body. Seeing your hole practically begging for him, his length came out, already leaving a small stain on his boxers due to the precum. Balls twitching as he saw you, he knew that he was gonna breed you, filling you up with his kids. Knowing what your stomach would be giant due to the size difference. Precum leaking onto his fingers, shoving it inside your mouth, making sure you got a good taste as he swirled his fingers. Smirking as he saw your reaction, only making his cock ache even more. Inching closer to you as his tip somehow reached your gaping hole. Already stretching you out as he tip entered, walls trying to retract him. Surely he had gotten bigger?

"I'll go easy on you baby" letting off a devilish smile as he fully entered you, giving no time to adjust to small sizes at a time. Watching the bulge already appear in your stomach, outlining his tip with his fingers, sending a shiver down his spine. "Look at that babe" teasing you as he retracted his fingers from your mouth, leaving a string of drool along your lips. Grabbing your hips, as he got ready, leaving a small spot of your spit on your skin.

"Promise to go easy?" Gripping his arm as you dug your nails into him, making sure he kept his word. Squatting your hand away, "I swear" smiling at you as a means of reassurance but it only made you feel like he wouldn't keep his word. Wrapping your legs around his waist as you felt his pelvis hit yours. Not wasting any time as he started to move, his cock hitting the side since it had a slight curve to it, rubbing against your walls as he sped up. Leaning your head back as you felt him, and saw the bulge he created.

Dragging you closer as he felt his thighs hitting some of the sofa, hands gripping harder onto your body as your velvety walls stretched, seeing the way your entrance already wrapped along the base of his cock, balls slapping the skin which separate both holes. Grinning as he saw your hands resorting to grip onto the sofa's arm rests. "Your doing good so far" trying to compliment you and also lighten the mood. "What's that supposed to mean?" A look of curiosity washed over your face, surely he'd keep his promise to go easy on you?

"Nothing" that smirk didn't mean nothing, the sound of his cock slipping in and out of that spot as he fucked you, trying to brush his words over you as you focused on him, the way he moved inside of you. Nodding as you felt him push further, cock rubbing against your walls creating friction as you felt him, letting out a gentle moan. Grabbing your fingers from your breasts, bringing them down towards your clit, tracing your lips with your own finger.

Watching your reaction change only made him want to get you pregnant even more. Moaning as soon as you felt your own fingers touch yourself, guiding your hands along your clit, making sure to dig inside yourself. Gripping your hips as he put both hands onto your body, dragging your hands back up from below towards the roof of the sofa, holding your wrists down as he leaned part of his body along yours, making sure he didn't crush you in the process. Resting your head back as you moaned, feeling your gummy walls clench around him.

The window blowing in air only making the curtains blow in the wind, his body covering the sun as you saw how much of a size difference you to had, the way his shadow overlapped yours by miles. "I kept my word, did I not?" Smiling at you, the way he kept pounding into your tight cunnie, the way it gripped around his base. Stuffing the whole length into your poor hole, stretching you out to the max. Watching as you couldn't even respond, the bulge forming in your stomach with each thrust, pressing down on it, feeling your legs squirm around him only made him press harder, womb being stressed from his tip, practically getting ready for a pregnancy.

[zvezdacito]

Tbh I think a lot of people downplay the stakes Malleus is in that makes him overblot as just surface level loneliness by itself and that's why they think his overblot is unwarranted/annoying compared to the other six. It makes sense he jumps to such drastic measures to avoid facing whatever comes next because whatever it is will last not just a few years but literally a millennium + either way because of multiple systemic reasons he knows he's not just gonna be able to connect with a bunch of new people/explore a bunch of new experiences to make up for it.

Compared to other overblotters, it seems no matter what course of action Malleus will end up in a bad ending since he's a species seemingly among the few left of his kind while also being biologically predisposed to outliving everyone. It's as if he can never have a happy ending as long as he's himself, or that as a king (and symbolic "lord of all villains") his happiness will only come at the cost of others'.

I feel like a lot of people also give him the entire blame of his failures to connect properly with his peers. When even before they knew about his impulsivity or lack of cognitive empathy people were already jumping to conclusions about him. (Said mindsets came about from internalizing the depersonalization he was raised with, he's the sole heir of a country battered by colonization who place very high expectations on him to be a symbol of hope for them again after all)

Assuming the worse because of his powers, the reputation that came from it, and because of (the once again systemic issue) humans and people outside the Briar Valley barely knowing anything about/only having stereotypical rumors to go off the nocturnal fae who closed themselves off to try and stop humans from invading them more💀

So yeah givevn all of this Malleus was a ticking time bomb and even then he was about to just stand down and put his own feelings aside until he became accidentally convinced there was a way that didn't have to exclude him. It's an unfortunate clash of circumstances between different people and that's what TWST is all about. So yeah idk just kinda baffling some people are unironically out there saying things like "Malleus should've just held himself together for one night that's so selfish" when it's kinda made extremely clear by the story there's way more leading to the characters' making choices than that

From an outside point of view as the audience of course there are obvious steps Malleus could take to make the most out of what he has and to not inadvertently be a prick to others, but it pretty obvious why in his shoes it's not really feasible rn lol. Other than these things I could think of at the top of my head, a lot of the things people single him out as especially selfish or unreasonable for are things the other overblotters and characters in general also do lol.

> Like the class dynamics at play? NRC is literally rich boy central many characters express some kind of class privelege

> Not receiving consequences for his actions? This is a staple twst writing flaw for all its stories in general, most overblotters have gotten a slap on the wrist/their actions relatively covered up by the end. And Fellow legit just walks away from an undisclosed time of human trafficking like it was no big deal😭

Ironically Malleus will probably be the first overblotter to not have his actions hidden to only a select circle of people and receive severe repercussions for it because someone like him "should've been above that".

But yeah sometimes I feel like the extent of how some factors in Malleus's background, upbringing and environment determine his way of thinking and why he thinks he needs to do certain things is underestimated by the fandom and only the surface level of what he's doing is focused on which results in some people talking about his character and his flaws in a very dismissive way idk

[jacksprostate]

Tyler is hopping around on his pogo stick again. When he lands, it's with a mushy thump as he sinks into the rotting floorboards. Sometimes he gets stuck and just tips over instead of bouncing back up. It makes him stumble and jump ship. Moment of perfection ruined.

I need to renew my driver's license, I say.

"What are you telling me for?"

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

If Tyler's bed had a backboard, this is how it would sound before he and Marla pounded through to the next room.

I am Jack's throat of bile.

"Fine," Tyler says. "We'll go."

I do not say, we? Questioning Tyler is an amateur move I've managed to avoid for two months now.

Getting to the DMV takes three buses and a thirty minute walk. Presumably, they've decided you'll be driving there. Sometimes I think about the Audi I had before my Dakapo halogen torchiere speared it. One of Zeus' modern day lightning bolts, making sure the debris from my exploded condo totaled my car.

I could've gotten the windshield replaced. Somewhere, in a junkyard filled with unloved 50s salvage, there's the crushed up cube remains of this year's luxury sedan.

Tyler spends the entire time walking one half step behind me, making me lead him around. It makes me feel blind, like I'm a thirty year old boy still trying to get his father to take him places. I am the world's most easily played instrument. Whenever I look back he's grinning, chipped teeth and split lips.

It's a Saturday and we've arrived two hours or so after opening. This means that when I get my ticket stub, it reads an obscenely high number. I will be sitting here for the next six hours. Give or take.

The thing about seating in a government building is they know you have no choice to be there for at least two hours, if you're lucky. Naturally, the chairs are cheap, yawning plastic bolted into the floor at a height most optimal for slightly tall seven year olds.

Tyler and I toss ourselves into the only two person gap we can find, between a large man giving Bob a run for his money on hormone reversal and a frail woman in her eighties. Both look like I'd see them on a weeknight. I wonder if this is where Marla lurks in the time between when she's fucking Tyler and fucking up my support groups.

"You don't need this shit," Tyler says.

He's slouching into the chair, arms crossed and legs long and in the way. If I were to look where his shirt is rucked up, I'd see his skin disappear into the dark gap between his chiseled hip and the beige slacks he puts on when he pretends he's pretending to be a nice person. It's an obvious farce, since he hasn't even bothered to put underwear on.

This is one of those things that I try not to think too hard about, but I have something like four hundred minutes left to wait around here. I should've brought a few National Geographics.

I need a driver's license for my job, Tyler, I say. The old woman gives me a look.

"Christ." Tyler spits on the floor. I try not to be jealous. My seat neighbor, she gets right up and goes to the other end of the building. "Just roll over, why don't you."

I can tell, this will be a lesson. He gets this huge sureness about himself, like his dick is so big it's slapped his face into that smug false contemplation.

I need some kind of ID, Tyler.

Tyler says, "No you don't. Your bank already has you by the balls with your social security number. You ride the bus around. You're at the airport so often the airline staff recognize you. You only drive when work sends you to a small town, which happens fuck all three times a year. Tell me, you get a good fake, you think the overworked and underpaid car rental employee writing down your information would notice it unless you crashed his car? You know if that happened it'd be because you did it to kill yourself, so where's the problem?"

You could be a perfect driver and die on the road at any second, I protest.

We're attracting attention. Not Bob shifts around. Our conversation is quiet but unnerving.

Tyler says, "Does it feel nice, signing yourself up like a feedlot steer?"

Fucking hell, Tyler. It's not like anyone wants to do this. No one wants to be here. Not everyone can work three night shifts and have no identity according to the government.

Tyler says, "The only thing stopping you is the little set of rules you've set up for yourself."

What does Tyler know about my ability to do things?

"More than you," Tyler says. "You didn't think you could fight. You didn't think you could live without your perfect IKEA nest."

He's right. I still want to kick him to the floor and introduce his teeth to the tile. I notice, Not Bob has cleared the area. Retreat to safety. Bomb detonation in five, four. We've got a three seat berth on each side with people standing packed against the walls of the place.

A lone security guard floats our way.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave, sir."

It's not the way that the men at fight club have started calling me sir. The security guard is looking at me like he knows about my condo blowing up, and he feels awfully sure about the cause.

I need to renew my driver's license.

Tyler says, "If we pay taxes for this building, these workers, doesn't that mean we pay your salary? You're going to kick out your kindest boss?"

"If you don't leave, I'll have to call the police."

Tyler says, "Can't even do it yourself?"

I think, every second of this day has been excruciating, and I have been awake for 77 hours.

Tyler socks the security guard right in the jaw, and the crowd goes wild.

It happens like this: Tyler hits the security guard with all four knuckles, all the people start screaming, and the security guard goes for his gun. I am standing in the middle of this hurricane, calm like a baby that's just been left in the car in 90 degree weather. I start walking.

Behind me, Tyler wrestles for the gun. He tosses it towards the kiosk that spat out my waiting ticket. He lets the security guard hit him in the gut. The face. The face again. He's on the ground, bloody spit threading his rebroken smile, and the security guard is kicking him in the gut. Tyler curls into a ball, the security guard kicks him in the kidneys. This will give Tyler bruises like size thirteen boots and make him piss blood for three weeks.

I reach the door, and Tyler's crawling after me. The security guard has come out of his haze, and now the crowd is staring at him. The headline: local DMV worker brutally bludgeons mentally ill constituent. People stare at him, now aware of the violence he is capable of. They wonder. He wonders.

Tyler limps out the door. We get on the bus and the driver stares at us and does not make us pay when we walk past him to the seats. The driver had a black eye. We saw him at fight club last week.

We sit, and I tell Tyler, because of him I'm definitely on a list now. Like they had for all those communists, but now it's for schizophrenics who might bomb their local state Department of Motor Vehicles location. I tell him if I get a letter saying I have to show up in court because I beat up a government worker, I'm sending him, and he can have fun explaining that to whatever rancid old judge presides over our case.

He laughs, and laughs, and laughs.

[talesoftheesun]

I um... tripped! [O.G.]

pairing: ominis gaunt x slytherin!reader (gender neutral)

genre: fluff, slight angst, idk??

warnings: mention of blood. ominis might spontaneously go gray. can be read platonically, kind of. also english is not my first language and i wrote this while high on sleep deprivation lol

word count: 862

a/n: hi!! this is my first hogwarts legacy fic. i've written before here and there but it's been a long time lol. i hope you guys enjoy!

prompt: "they do a poor job of hiding the damage"

summary: you're out doing keeper stuff, ominis is concerned.

Stumbling through the common room doors, you cling to the wall like a lifeline. The winding of the stairs makes you feel even worse. As you near the bottom of the stairs, you strain your ears trying to figure out if anyone was still awake. Silence. You relax a bit as you continue to limp down the stairs. 

You should've known better. 

As soon as you make it all the way down, that ever-concerned voice speaks up, "And where in Merlin's name have you been?" 

“Bloody hell Ominis, how many times do I have to ask you to stop doing that?!” You clutch your heart. He turns his head in your direction, deadpan look on his face. “I wouldn’t have to if you’d stop coming back so late every bloody day.” 

You grumble, “You know I have keeper stuff to do.” Ominis can’t stop the sigh from escaping. “Yes, I’m aware of that, but do you have to keep doing it in the middle of the night?” 

Unbeknownst to him, you’re swaying on your feet, “Can we not do this right now, please, I just want to go to bed.” You don't wait for a response. Knowing full well he’d pop a vein if he knew of your current condition, you try to make as little noise as possible as you move in the direction of your room. 

Ominis scoffs and jumps up from where he was sitting on the chesterfield so fast, you’d think someone just slapped him. “No, we are doing this now!” He makes his way over to you in just a few strides, “You’re never around long enough during the day for us to have this conversation then! Do you have any id—” He freezes up at the sound of a loud thud.

Frantically waving his wand around, he finally finds you, on the floor. “Wha— Are you okay?” 

Any other day, in any other situation, you’d have laughed at how big his eyes have gotten since the start of your… conversation. Right now however, you were too preoccupied with keeping your pain hidden from him. You cough, “Yeah, I’m fine, I um… tripped! Over uh… Violet’s shoe..?” Mentally beating yourself up over how bad of an excuse that was.

“Right…” He holds his left hand out for you to grab, “Come on then.” 

Too preoccupied with keeping your labored breaths down, you don't notice his hand until he hisses your name. “Oh. Sorry,” you gingerly grab his hand. 

Now, Ominis wouldn’t describe himself as strong, he can’t exactly participate in sports given his lack of sight. But the blood-curdling scream you let out as he pulled you up, would make anyone think he just ripped your body apart.

Feeling your weight drop back down, he quickly wraps his arms around you to catch you. “What’s wrong?! Did I hurt you? Wait— Did someone hurt you out there?!” Eyes darting around, as if trying to find the damage.

Still trying to catch your breath, you can only groan in response. He strokes your hair as he carefully walks you back towards the couch. Repeating apologies like a prayer. He pulls you onto his lap, not sure whether he should be careful and hold you like a porcelain doll, or to pull you closer and hold on for dear life. When he feels you lean into him, he settles on the latter. 

"I'm sorry," by now he's realized that the iron smell of blood he got a waft of earlier wasn't the blood of your enemies, it was yours. "I'm so, so sorry."

Finally able to breathe easier now, you wrap your arms around his torso. "It's not your fault. Please don't beat yourself up about it."

"Why didn't you tell me?" He frowns, tears brimming his eyes. "And why didn't you take a wiggenweld potion?"

You sigh, "Well, I knew you'd be upset with me and... I ran out at some point." Looking down in shame.

"You're damn right I'd be upset," he huffs, "But I'd at least wait until after you're okay to lecture you." Realizing how silly you’d been acting, you mumble an apology into his neck.

"What? I didn't quite catch that." He fails to fight the smirk threatening to break out. You roll your eyes, but give in anyway, "I said, you're right and I'm sorry."

"Hmm no, still didn't catch that."

Exasperated now, you huff, "You're right and I'm wrong.” Finally satisfied, he allows the smile on his face to grow even more. "Now will you help patch me up?"

He winces, "Not sure how you could forget darling, but I'm horrible at potions, I don't have any wiggenweld potions for you." You groan, "Ugh right. Then can you just hold me until you can get Sebastian to get some for me?" 

“Of course,” Shifting your bodies so you’re both laying down on the couch, you on top of his chest, he summons the blanket resting on the other couch to drape over you. "Now, get some rest."

As you settle into the warmth of his body, you drift off to sleep. The last thing you feel is his lips on your forehead.

[godlizzza]

Could i prompt some danbert flirting on the clock ❤️ i love when they are in a mundane setting and your writings are all amazing!

"Hey, doc. You seeing anyone right now?"

Herbert looked up from the sink to see Dan leaning casually against the wall, one hand braced on the plaster, the other propped on his hip, pushing his doctor's coat back. Herbert had always thought he looked especially dashing in the doctor's white, but the way Dan was currently staring at him, his eyebrows raised suggestively, had Herbert reconsidering that assessment.

"I don't have any more patients today, as you well know," Herbert replied, flicking the soapy water from his hands and straightening up.

Dan rolled his eyes. "You know what I meant."

"And I know that you know I told you I'm not going to pretend that we're strangers, meeting for the first time," Herbert shot back, eyes narrowed.

Dan sighed, dropping his hand from the wall and letting it flop down by his side. "You're no fun."

"Work isn't supposed to be fun," Herbert said curtly, then turned around and briskly set off down the hall.

There was the sound of Dan's footsteps rushing to catch up with him, his sneakers slapping on the linoleum floor. A moment later he was at Herbert's side, pushing the hair back, out of his face. He was finally letting it grow out again after he'd gotten it cut, much to Herbert's dismay. Herbert secretly hoped he'd keep it like that a while longer.

"It should be," Dan argued, "when you're working with your husband."

They weren't legally married, but Herbert chose to ignore that for now.

"You shouldn't let yourself get distracted at work, Dan," Herbert told him primly. "We wouldn't want another meeting with Bishop, now, would we?"

Dan wrinkled his nose just at the mention of the hospital director. Clarence Bishop, who signed both Dan and Herbert's paychecks was someone Herbert preferred to keep both out of sight and out of mind. Herbert was aware that Bishop was aware of his and Dan's relationship but seemed to have dealt with that information mostly by ignoring it, which worked just fine for Herbert. However, when an orderly had complained of inappropriate conversations happening in staff bathrooms, the two of them had been called into Bishop's office and sat down to have a conversation about professional conduct.

Herbert had sat through it all stoically, while Dan had been apologetic and embarrassed. Dan had been awkward and quiet on the drive home, while Herbert had been stewing over the fact that he knew it was Sylvia who'd made that complaint against them, that bitch.

Clearly though, Bishop's scolding hadn't been enough to completely deter Dan from his natural state of flirtation.

"Well, am I allowed to get distracted after work?" Dan asked. When Herbert paused to flick a glance at him he went on. "Let me take you out for dinner tonight. We've both been working so much lately, I feel like we haven't had any...quality time together."

His voice dipped on the last few words, deep and smooth like melted chocolate. With the way Dan's hooded eyes were trained on him, Herbert got the feeling he'd like to be spending some real quality time with him right that second, preferably in the closest sleep room.

Herbert hummed, eyeing him back. "You know how much I hate big, crowded rooms."

Dan smirked. "And yet, you work in a hospital. Don't worry, I'll take us somewhere nice and quiet. Intimate."

Herbert tapped his chin, considering. Really, it was ridiculous to even entertain it. Dan was right that they both had been working so much lately, leaving little time for work at home. He was already behind on his internal schedule for the month, test that should've been run days ago still sitting, incomplete, in the lab. To waste a few precious hours by going out to eat when they already had food at home just seemed a wasteful practice.

But Dan was looking at him so hopefully with those big brown eyes of his. Herbert knew how much little dates like these pleased him, and if there was one thing he'd learned over his time cohabiting with Dan, it was that he needed a treat thrown his way every now and then to placate him. If they went out for dinner tonight, Dan would be more amicable and willing in the lab. He'd also likely not bother Herbert about it again for at least a week.

Considering all of this, Herbert sighed and relented. "Fine. But you're paying."

Dan's answering smile nearly blinded Herbert with its brightness. "Deal."

His smile dipped suddenly, morphing into a pout, and Herbert let out an exasperated noise.

"What now?"

Dan pursed his lips, looking intently at Herbert's mouth. "I was just thinking how much I want to kiss you right now but I can't because we're at work and that would be unprofessional."

He emphasised his disdain for working professionalism with air quotes and Herbert snorted. Dan really did have a one-track mind, even in a building surrounded by the sick and dying.

He gave Dan's arm a pat as he passed him by. "Just try to get through the day, Dan. We're still on the clock."

"Fine. But I'll see you in a few hours!"

His voice trailed after Herbert as he made his way down the hall, smiling with his back to Dan.

[justalildumpling]

chapter 33: you and me

wc: 2.3k

Red.

The colour that enveloped Donghyuck's brain causing him to fixate his attention towards the makeshift dance floor. 

For some reason, everything that had spiralled over the past few months didn't seem to matter to him anymore. From the possibility of you being the admirer or the way you had been ignoring him for the past few days, were all erased from his mind. In fact, the only thing that seemed to matter was your feelings as he witnessed the scene unfold in front of him.

You were all dressed up pretty in your sparkly white dress with a red solo cup in your hand watching your boyfriend's tongue down another girl's throat. You sat perched on the edge of the large leather couch emotionlessly, sipping on the cheap beer in the middle of the tacky coloured lights in the living room.

Donghyuck stood with his backpack hanging half hazardously over his shoulder, with his feet seemingly stuck in the hallway, a multitude of questions running in and out of his brain.

Why haven't you ripped them apart and slapped him in the face? Why haven't you run out crying yet? What in the world was going through your head?

And man, did that frustrate him. Frustrated that he could not for the life of him decipher your emotions; Hurt? Anger? Betrayal? But more so frustrated that Sunwoo had played with your feelings.

Donghyuck could feel the anger seething from the inside, how could he? The boy who had kissed her oh so lovingly at the same spot on the dance floor was now kissing some other girl without any care in the world.

You were so beautiful, so perfect in his eyes. So the fact that Sunwoo would leave you for another girl baffled him.

He should've confronted you about it from the start, he should've warned you when he had the chance, if he had stopped your relationship from happening then maybe you wouldn't have gotten hurt, maybe you would've been with him instead but he was too late, as he always was.

Donghyuck's hand tightened around the straps of his backpack, eyebrows furrowed as he stormed up behind you. He hastefully grabbed your arm, catching you off guard as you were pulled along by your wrist through the sea of grinding bodies in the living room.

"Wha- Donghyuck!"

Despite your protests and efforts to wiggling out of his grasp, you remained stuck to your best friend.

Though really, were you even surprised?

Throughout the seventeen years you've known Donghyuck, the one trait which stuck out to you the most was his godforsaken stubbornness. Though, you couldn't really complain as it was a trait you both shared.

You couldn't exactly tell whether it was a good or bad thing as this trait was the cause of most of your fights in your friendship. A big example being your exchange abroad, Donghyuck had whined and cried the weeks leading up to your flight, saying that he couldn't live without you and guilt tripped you every moment he had.

But on the other hand, it was the trait which arguably made your friendship the way it is today. With his persistent stubbornness of keeping in contact and FaceTiming everyday, you stayed closer than ever during your years abroad, which ultimately led to your decision to come home for the final years of university.

And now here you were, being dragged out of Sunwoo's house party and probably getting annihilated by whatever he had plotted in his brain.

In what felt like circles around the entirety of the party, Donghyuck eventually led you outside of the house. It was only then you realised how claustrophobic the atmosphere was as you took in the fresh scent of the blooming jacarandas by the side walk.

You stood and stared at the swaying tree branches for a short while, trying to ignore his intense stare at your figure and the stupid way it made your heart feel like it was going to explode.

It took you a few seconds to finally look into his eyes, and what you thought would be a greeting of his usual puppy-like eyes was met with a fiery gaze, fists clenched almost shaking.

Oh, you fucked up.

Was he that angry at you for ignoring him? Was this the end of your friendship forever? Did you need to get on your knees to beg for forgiveness by buying him ice cream for the next two months?

Maybe it was the suffocating silence which irked him or maybe it was the fact that you were acting completely fine after the ordeal which finally made Donghyuck break.

"Look, I led you outside because I was this close to punching the living hell out of Sunwoo."

You blinked a couple times, confusion overriding your panicked state, "Pudu, what the hell is going on?"

Donghyuck's gaze which was once intensely held at the front door, snapped to yours once again.

"Are you kidding me right now? Your boyfriend just kissed another girl in front of you!" He hissed, throwing his hands up in the air.

You shook your head in disbelief, "What on earth are you talking about? What boyfriend?"

"Sunwoo!"

Donghyuck's voice resonated down the empty streets and echoed in your mind. The two of you remained silent for a good minute, with only Donghyuck's heavy breathing filling the thick void.

It was then you felt a light giggle tickling in your throat, breaking the silence once again, "Pudu, he's not my boyfriend, it was a joke that was posted out of context."

Donghyuck stood dumbfounded, the tight grip on his backpack strap loosening before it fell to the concrete path with a thud. As your eyes met with his puzzled ones, the infectious laughter you tried holding back poured out of your lips.

“Why did he kiss you then?” His voice barely audible, cracking a few times, “Why did you let him?”

You weren’t exactly sure why you had let Sunwoo kiss you, maybe it was the alcohol that seeped into your system, maybe it was the heat of the moment or maybe it was because you felt like you owed something to him. Silence had tumbled into your conversation once again, your smile dropping as you failed to provide him with an exact reason.

“Talk to me Y/N, you can’t just do something like that and not explain it.” Donghyuck burst out, grabbing a fistful of his hair, "It's you isn't it?!"

You paused, lips wavering and eyes darting away from him to focus back on the dancing flower branches in the background.

"The letters, it was you wasn't it? I'm not going insane am I?" Donghyuck spoke again, almost desperately as his hands hovered over yours to hold.

This was it, this was the moment. The moment which could change your entire dynamic. You were stepping between the dangerous boundaries of your friendship, a place which you had protected and been terrified to confront for most of your life. 

Maybe it wasn’t too late to lie, to refute every evidence he provided to prove his point, to cackle and wave it off and gaslighting him, telling him he’s crazy and how you would never think of him in that light. 

But, you didn’t, you couldn’t. Not after everything you two had gone through the past few months, all the misunderstandings, the ignorance and the people who got tangled into your web of secrets.

"You're right." You uttered, your eyes hesitantly flickering back onto his, "It was me."

Donghyuck stood speechless for a moment, wondering if the words that you had just uttered were really true. But looking at the way you timidly stood with your fingers trembling in anticipation, he knew that it was indeed real.

“Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think you felt the same way. You're my best friend, my platonic soulmate, someone I genuinely cannot live without, and the thought of losing you fucking scared me because…" You halted your words once again, taking a small breath in.

"Because, I love you Lee Donghyuck," You reached out to reciprocate his outstretched hand, "So much that it actually hurts."

He remained quiet, his stare softening at your touch before breaking into his pretty smile, pulling you into his arms by your wrist.

"Thank god," He muffled into your hair, tears threatening to form in the corner of his eyes as he melted into your embrace, "Thank fucking god."

Pulling away from your body, he tentatively cupped your face, bringing your faces closer. It was reminiscent of the day on the steps, the first time you had seen his face up close. The first time you noticed how his lashes fanned out so elegantly, how the tip of his nose turned upwards into the cute button you adored. 

But this time, it was his lips. It was the way he muttered “I love you” against your lips before closing the gap. The way it slotted perfectly against yours, moving in tune with one another, the way his grip on your waist hardened, tugging you closer to his broad figure as if he never wanted to let you go.

"I love you," he repeated, before pecking at the tip of your nose, "I love you so much."

Pure bliss was the only emotion you felt as he kissed you. With every lingering touch, every smile he embraced against your lips, all the doubts of him lying about his feelings faded.

It took a couple tries for you to pull away from his warmth, mostly due to Hyuck refusing to let you go. But knowing that both of you needed oxygen to live, he finally tipped his head back but his eyes never left yours. It was a moment he wanted to cherish for the rest of his life, from the way his confessions flowed out so naturally from his lips to the butterflies which tackled the walls of his chest. 

But it mostly was you, the way your eyes crinkled as your lips were etched into a smile, the way you looked oh so lovingly back at him and the way he knew that you were the one, the one who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Donghyuck felt his heart flutter once again, the kaleidoscope of butterflies escaping his heart and into his stomach. God he had missed seeing your smiling face. He missed your presence, your strange jokes and just you. 

Everything felt almost perfect, you and him exchanging smiles and pleasantries once again, with all the misunderstandings cleared but one overarching question still remained unsolved.

“So what happened with Sunwoo?” He asked, unsure if he really wanted to know the answer to the question.

“Sunwoo told me he liked me,” You quietly stated, your breath shuttering, “Apparently he’s liked me for a while and he asked if he could kiss me so he could to move on.”

You recalled Sunwoo’s words on the dancefloor, the way he pulled you closer to his body with a foreign look of vulnerability in his eyes, the way his grip on your hands tightened as he confessed. 

But most of all, it was his kiss. 

You had witnessed Sunwoo kiss a variety of people in your life, though every time it always seemed to be the same. The same emotions of sexual tension and frustration, the way he gripped onto their shirts roughly and drawing back from them like nothing ever happened.

But for you it was different. It was like a sense of softness, an innocent feeling, no lingering emotions of lust or desperation. It was the way he moved against your lips cautiously, making sure you were okay with everything he was doing, if he was doing it properly, savouring every second until he pulled away with a sad smile, encouraging you to find your supposed other half.

As you began squeezing past the crowded dance floor to reach the hallway, you remembered turning to your best friend one last time, hoping that he would be happily dancing with an unfamiliar face, brushing off the way you had let him down, the way you had broken his heart a few moments back like he always did. 

But instead he stood silently in the midst of the drunken crowd, his eyes never leaving your figure with a smile on his face, not the usual flirty glint or the mischievous smirk he always wore but a genuine smile.

You could feel your tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, heart clutching up in your chest, “I thought that was the least I could do for hurting him.”

“But it doesn’t matter, cause it’ll never change the fact that I fucked up.”

A quiet sob escaped your lips as you covered your face with shaky hands, “I’m sorry Hyuck, I’m sorry for hurting you too, I’m sorry for all the misunderstanding that I caused the past few months, I’m sorry for everything.”

Within seconds you were back in Donghyuck’s arms again, with him softly patting the back of your head as you cried into his chest, “It’s okay love, I forgive you and I’m sure Sunwoo will too.”

The mention of Sunwoo’s name filled your heart with guilt, your eyes welling up in tears once again, “What if he doesn’t want to be friends with me anymore?”

Donghyuck shook his head, raising his hands to cup your face, catching the stray tears with his thumbs, “You trust me don't you?”

You dipped your head in response, with a teary attempt at a smile.

“Everything will be okay Y/N, you just need to talk to him.”

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pairing: haechan x fem! reader

synopsis: it’s no lie that haechan only started his college matchmaking business due to his nosy personality. it’s also no lie that he was a little jealous of everyone he had helped out as he had no love life of his own. well, that was until his childhood friend moved back and mysterious love notes started appearing in his matchmaking inbox… addressed to HIM?!

genre: social media au, college au, fluff, crack, one sided pining, best friends to lovers

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol

note: yeah... i think i went a bit too overboard with the word count when writing this but HAAHHAHA oops

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[melishade]

Number 14?

This ask game

I think I'm just going to do the main AOP story for this one. Before the Eldian Restoranists arrive.

"Have you guys seen Connie?" Sasha asked the 104th.

"No, we haven't seen him in while," Armin answered.

"What's wrong?" Jean asked as he stood up, "If anything, I thought you'd know where he is because how close you two are."

"Yeah, but...he just seemed really off today. I think he asked Hanji for some time off to go somewhere," Sasha explained.

"Maybe he went to go see his mom," Eren suggested, "Seems like the only real reason he might be down."

"But didn't he see her a few days ago?" Jean recalled.

"I can't believe you're asking that." Eren turned to his comrade.

"Look, whenever Connie visits his mom, it brings him down because...I mean what can he even do?" Jean inquired, "Seeing her like that all the time...I don't know, it's just torture."

"...It's still his mom," Mikasa reasoned.

"So do you guys think he's there?" Sasha asked.

"Worth it to try and find out," Armin shrugged, "We probably need to sign out the horses though."

Eren thought it over. "I have a better idea."

====

"I, personally, don't understand why your source of life is so highly flammable," Hanji lamented as she was liquefying a small shard of energon in a beaker on top of a flame.

"Commander," Optimus said in his bipedal mode.

"Cause for us, water isn't flammable." Hanji slapped a hand against her chest, "We can't burn water. We can't use it as gas. We...well we technically can't blow it up, but if you threw an explosive in a river the water would have a deadly reaction."

"Commander-"

"I could throw fire at you and you would just blow up!" Hanji exclaimed.

"Commander, that is not how that works," Optimus declared.

"Commander Hanji," Eren spoke up as he and the rest of the 104th arrived at the testing site.

"Hello, little Scouts," Hanji greeted with a small wave, "I am currently in the middle of something with supervision. But I could use the extra assist if you guys are available."

"Actually, we were hoping that we could borrow Optimus," Eren explained.

Hanji paused before pointing to Optimus. "You know that he's my supervision, right? He won't let me run this unless someone is watching me."

"It's about Connie!" Sasha chimed in, "He's been feeling moody all day! He came to you to ask you something and then he left and we think he went to go see his mom and we just want to make sure he's okay!"

"He did go to see his mom. He actually told me about today ahead of time, so I scheduled the day off for him," Hanji explained.

"Can you take us to see him?" Sasha pleaded with Optimus with clasped hands, "We don't want him to be alone."

"If Connie planned this, then it is possible he does need time alone," Optimus reasoned.

"But we're his family! We're all he has left right now!" Sasha insisted.

Hanji saw the plight and concern etched on the faces of the 104th and sighed. She turned off the fire before facing her subordinates. "Optimus, go take them to check on Connie."

"Are you certain?" Optimus asked her.

"I can wait a little while," Hanji reassured, "Or I could grab Levi and give him hell."

Optimus then faced the 104th. "If Connie does desire to be left alone, then it would be good to respect his wishes."

"We will," Sasha declared.

========

Ragako

Connie found himself sitting on the ground for hours in his hometown. He continued staring at his mother's titan body that still remained unmoving on the ruins of his childhood home. Connie pulled his knees to his chest and waited, waited for his mother to say something. Anything. Please say something. But there was nothing. She just stared at him with those big, round, golden eyes and unsettling grin. Connie rested his face on his kneecaps and felt his stomach growling. Damn it, he should've gotten something to eat before he got here.

Connie heard a familiar purring noise and glanced behind him to see Optimus arriving in his alt mode. He opened the doors, and the rest of the 104th climbed out. Sasha quickly ran over to Connie and sat down next to him before tackling him into a hug.

"Hey, Sasha," Connie said as he patted her on the back.

"How are you feeling?" Armin asked as he sat on Connie's left.

"Could be better," Connie confessed.

"Do you...do you want space?" Sasha asked with hesitation.

Connie looked back at his unmoving mother. "I think I'm done with space right now."

Sasha adjusted her seating on the ground to make herself more comfortable, and she let Connie rest his head on her shoulder.

"...today's my mom's birthday," Connie confessed, "That's why I came back here."

"Oh..." Armin trailed off.

Jean walked up to Connie and handed him a ration pack before sitting down next to Armin. "Did you...do anything fun for her?"

"When I was little, I gave her pretty bad gifts, but she treated them like they were the best thing ever," Connie chuckled sadly, "Last time we celebrated before I joined the 104th, me and my brother and sister thought it would be cool to take her somewhere. We told our dad we should take her up the mountain so she could see the sunrise. We were all exhausted by the end of it. And my silblings teased me saying that I wasn't cut out to be a soldier with such a weak body. I ended up wrestling them both."

Mikasa placed a blanket over Connie's shoulders before sitting next to Sasha. "I'm sure she loved you."

Connie nodded. "I know, and I know that I did hear her speak when everything was happening. And Reiner...he was telling me it was part of my imagination."

Connie felt tears streaming down his face. "Fuck that guy. Honestly."

Sasha went back to hugging Connie as he did his best to wipe away his tears. Armin was next to hug Connie. Jean ended up crawling behind Connie and rested his chin on top of his head. Mikasa could only stare solemnly at Connie's mother, remembering her own mother and Carla Jaeger.

Optimus adjusted his side-view mirror to see Eren approaching him with Connie's horse in tow. "I was going to take the horse and have Connie take my spot back to headquarters."

"You should be with them," Optimus insisted, "We can discuss that matter later."

Eren looked back at his friends and felt...guilty. "I couldn't really do anything for Connie. And...part of me just feels worse. Apparently the one who did this is supposedly my brother. Does Connie resent me for it?"

"I do not believe Connie would resent you," Optimus answered, "Family is not defined by blood. I know this well. And right now, Connie needs his family to be by his side."

Eren thought about it for a moment before guiding the horse next to a dead tree trunk and tying its reigns. He walked back over to his friends and rested a hand on his shoulder. Connie raised his own hand and held Eren's for a brief moment before letting go. Eren then sat down behind Connie and looked up at the sky. He thought about Connie's mother. Then he thought about his own mother and did his best to wipe the tears from his own eyes.

(I think we sometimes forget just how messed up Connie's situation is. His entire family. His hometown was turned into titans. And they were all killed except for his mom because she just wasn't able to walk. I wish Isayama explored more on Connie's situation. I end up exploring on it more later in AOP so look out for that.)

[melancholypancakes]

Author note: I eventually want to make a fanart comic of this.

This plot fanfic is inspired and reference to @asktheheiress

This isn't canon to @frillsand au but a headcanon of how i think my OC Brienne would confront Wally's attitude of being cruel to the humans

This is at the beginning of their friendship and she is tired of Wally treating the humans horribly

Brienne is a puppet activist and will continue fighting for puppets rights but won't allow to cycle to continue where humans and puppets harm one another.

I have yet to make Brienne Velvet's backstory in the actor au.

The plot of this little story takes place when she's reading fan letters.

Warning: Trigger warnings for fights between friends; racism/ rights of puppets and humans that may make anyone feel uncomfortable.

If you're uncomfortable with any of this type of context please don't read and I will note this isn't a toxic relationship just arguments between friends that gone to far.

...

{Miss Brienne, have you ever lost your temper with someone? Like gotten beyond furious with them?}

[Of course, I have lost my temper...]

Yelling could be heard in the studio as the staff hid away from the commotion.

The puppets' friends were concerned about why they were fighting but Eddie knew someone had finally confronted Wally...

"You can't just hurt humans whenever you feel like it!" a female puppet voice was heard.

"Just because you're the main character and a BIG star doesn't mean you can do whatever the fuck you want!" she continued to confront her male counterpart.

The female was Brienne Velvet and the male was Wally Darling, they were fighting yet again.

"Humans have the same emotions and feelings as we do. They may not be as delicate as us but they can feel pain!" Brienne growls.

"You could've severely damaged, Samatha's arm. All because she accidentally messes up your coffee!" Brienne angrily exclaimed

"So what?! She should've known better! Let me ask you this "Activist" How many times have we puppets made mistakes?" he asked rhetorically.

"Too many times, we didn't get easily off by humans. Oh no! We got ripped to threads or have our limbs torn off because we're just "toys"!

he was enraged at Brienne's belief of humans and puppets living "peace" after what they did.

" Not all human and puppets aren't bad. If you hurt humans, you're showing were just as bad and cruel as them!"

she gets in his face as she expresses herself.

"For goodness sake, we're suppose to be in harmony together not against each other!" she exclaims, trying to reason with Wally

"Oh please. "Peace", "harmony" Those humans don't give a shit! Why the hell should I?!"

he mocks her as she glares daggers at him.

"They'll never change. Can't you see that or are you that blind from your judgment " He continues to mock her judgment.

"Don't even bother to give me your ridiculous fantasies of peace. You're so naive and blind."

He scoffs at Brienne acting like things could change.

Brienne was getting overly frustrated and irritated by Wally's attitude.

"Ugh! Do you even listen to a word I say?!" she yells in frustration.

"Why should I, they're just filthy humans! They don't fucking matter"

Wally yells back, not caring if her feelings were even hurt for a second.

[ sometimes...you just.]

Brienne clenched her hands into a fist, attempting to hold in the rage, frustration, anger.

Then she snaps and raises her hand in the air...then.

A loud noise was heard, A slap. Brienne had lost her cool and slapped Wally.

[Lose your patience...]

[Even if I regret it. I won't apologize.]

It was silence for a while, Brienne has never, EVER lost her temper.

Wally was distraught as he held his right cheek before storming out of the studio.

Brienne whimpers as she falls to her knees...frustrated, angry, and filled with regret. 

[A Velvet NEVER does...]

[miscsinners]

Junko kept thinking she could tease Chihiro but she should've known what doing that would mean~ Now she has to deal with his HUGE cock getting big and hard and ready to fuck her~ Hopefully she can withstand getting fucked by his long and hard dick enough that she doesn't pass out~

If she had stopped early, Junko might have stood a chance. Before he was riled up beyond the point of no return Chihiro would likely have gone much easier on her. But Junko insisted on using her body to get him as riled up as possible through teasing. She figured she could handle anything that could come of it, and if she couldn't that would just be even more delightful despair. She never expected Chihiro to be quite so hung even after finding out he was a man, and by that point she had already gotten him to the point where he'd be unable to hold himself back anymore.

She was properly introduced to his cock when he dropped his skirt and she was getting it firmly slapped across her face, even the despair needing a moment to process the shock of such a reveal. Made all the more difficult by the overpowering scent of such an incredible dick being right on her face, making her dizzy with lust without him even needing to do anything more than grind on her face a bit.

Junko found herself beneath him before she knew it, face towards the floor while her ass was raised to meet the femboy's thrusts, Chihiro pounding into her from behind and moaning in his cute voice how she baited him far to much, how she deserves what's coming to her. It's far more derisive than he would normally be, even if he hasn't actually insulted her yet, he just can't hold back those feelings when he's balls-deep in Junko's exceptional pussy and venting all his lusts into her as revenge for the baiting.

She had been so certain she could handle anything, but she was already being made to moan like a bitch in heat, unable to handle Chihiro's pounding while the sound of his hips slapping against her rear filled the room along with both of their noises of intense pleasure. And it wasn't the overly exaggerated moans she would have used to lie about feeling good, either; they were genuine moans of pleasure that she couldn't stop even if she wanted to, feeling the pleasureful despair of losing to such a feminine guy's cock.

The despair slut would have been able to hold out if Chihiro was only going to fuck her for a single round. By the time he was cumming, pulling out to blast his massive load all over her back while using her hair as handlebars to hold her firmly from behind, Junko was still able to retain her sanity. She was left panting and trembling with the aftershocks of so many orgasms in a row, while she felt herself getting hooked on the feeling of being covered in Chihiro's cum, but she was sane enough to recover in a bit.

But she wasn't given those few moments, Chihiro's still-hard bitchbreaker being slammed inside her yet again so he could pound into her once more, shoving her full of his massive cock while she could do little else but moan out in bliss and cum twice as hard as before, undoubtedly going to be fucked into unconsciousness at the rate he was going. With how overly full his balls felt as they smacked against her, she could already tell he wouldn't be satisfied for at least another six rounds, and she wouldn't be able to hold out that long without fully breaking and being fucked unconscious by this unrivaled stud.

[hannieween]

stargazing | city lights series | h.js

Joshua should've known the minute he saw you standing outside his door for the first time. Then, maybe he would've gotten the opportunity to make things right with you. But no, he let his hedonistic ways get in the way first. Now, will he get the opportunity to make things right with you?

✮ pairings: joshua hong x female reader ✮ genre: angst, fluff, smut (18+) ✮ aus: rock singer joshua, neighbours with benefits ✮ word count: 17k

↣ part i – part ii – part iii – part iv – navi post – other fics

₊🎧: guilty - taemin ♡︎ | dumb - i.m ♡︎ | say you love me - kai ♡︎ | accident - woodz ♡︎ ₊ nsfw warnings under the cut!!

✮ warnings: smut with plot, dom joshua, sub reader, big dick joshua, thigh grinding while joshua is on the phone [i love that cliché let me be], fingering (f), multiple unprotected sex scenes, exhibitionism: being heard by others during sex, brat taming: spanking and a bit of edging, oral sex (f), cowgirl, creampies [yes, plural], pet names: pretty, baby, bunny, sweetheart, princess (hers) this is loosely proofread

part v

Joshua couldn't believe his ears.

He sat there frozen, phone still pressed to his ear. The line had gone dead a minute ago, Jihoon who was on the other side hung up after getting a barely coherent response from Joshua.

He blinked himself back to reality.

Apparently, someone had scouted them from the rock festival a week ago and were in talks with his manager. So Joshua had just learned that Midnight Haze had been picked up to open for a huge band a weekend straight.

Jihoon had called him to confirm the news, and to tell him to get his shit in order to travel overseas.

"Are you alright, bro?" he heard a voice in the distance.

Seokmin was standing in the kitchen, looking out to the living room as he munched on a pop tart.

"Yeah," he breathed, finally getting off the phone. "I'm just shocked, that's it."

"What happened?" his roommate asked slowly, approaching the couch.

"I'm... leaving in a few days," Joshua frowned, the news sinking in. "For a couple of shows."

Seokmin arched his eyebrows in surprise. "Dude, that's awesome!" the younger man slapped his shoulder and squeezed it. "Congrats!"

"Thanks, man," Joshua sighed. "I'm still processing it."

"I can see," Seokmin chuckled lightly.

Joshua checked his phone absentmindedly, he tapped on the conversation he had with you to check if you had read it yet. His knee had started bouncing nervously when he saw he had no reply from you yet. 

Are you pushing him away again?

He got up from the couch and without a word to his roommate he left the apartment and walked straight to the fire exit and went up the stairs.

The rooftop was deserted, as he should've expected. There he stood, breathless and feeling stupid. He was working on his self-deprecating thoughts, but he couldn't help but feel a little dumb as he stepped into the large open space.

It was a special spot, Joshua felt like it was becoming more his thing than yours—given that he rarely saw you in there anymore. So he picked his phone again, and didn't let the several flights of stairs go to waste.

He called his mom, let her know the news. They talked for about an hour, the conversation had moved from the news and turned into a conversation about his life. His mom asked him normal stuff—how he's been, what he's been doing, if he's taking care.

When it was time to hang up, he returned to his apartment with a content smile on his face.

"What are you doing tonight?" his roommate asked, eyeing him cautiously. He'd been doing that the last few days, Joshua didn't know the reason why.

"Uuh, tonight. Tuesday. Nothing, dunno yet. Why?" Joshua sat down on the couch again with a tired sigh. Going up to the rooftop was an incredibly effective exercise.

"Are you interested in going to the aquarium?"

"Aquarium?" he parroted, his attention drawn from his phone. "Uh, yeah. Okay."

"Yeah, I got two tickets for an aquarium night but it turns out that my girl also bought two tickets for another night. So, sharing is caring right?" his roommate smiled sweetly at the brief mention of his girlfriend.

"Oh, oh. I get it," Joshua laughed awkwardly. "Thanks, man."

"So maybe you can take our neighbor for a nice date," he muttered with a cough.

"What?" Joshua choked, eyes widened.

"I know you've been... seeing her. Right?" Seokmin muttered shyly, the tips of his ears glowing brightly red.

"How do you know? Do you even know her?" Joshua asked slowly, not denying anything.

"We've met once. But that's not the point—every time she gets home it's like she whistled and you went running to her," he frowned.

"Did you just compare me to a trained dog, Dk?" Joshua laughed.

"It sounded better in my head. But not only that, I've heard you guys. You're not exactly quiet, and—I mean, how many Joshuas could there be in this city?" Seokmin blinked and looked upward, clearly ashamed of himself.

Joshua scoffed hard. "Sorry about that."

Though he was obviously not sorry.

"Please accept the entrances," Seokmin muttered meekly.

Joshua thought about it for half a minute. "Yeah, okay."

Seokmin exhaled. "I'll send you the link."

"Thanks Dk," Joshua smiled.

"So are you two... dating?" Seokmin asked, a small smile creeping in his face.

"Nope," Joshua replied dryly. "We're just friends."

Seokmin exhaled, leaning back on the sofa. "Wow, okay."

"What?" Joshua frowned.

"It's going to be a little awkward if you're not dating," Seokmin frowned.

Joshua was just about to inquire something back at his roommate when his phone buzzed in his hand.

[16:12 PM] bunny: Can you come over? [16:12 PM] bunny: I'm free now [16:12 PM] bunny: Just let yourself in   [16:12 PM] joshua: omw

He stood from the couch immediately and walked over to the door.

"See?" Seokmin clicked his tongue and sighed. "Just like a whistle."

"Thank you for the tickets, man!" Joshua said quickly as he got out of the apartment.

Joshua opened your apartment door confidently, kicking his shoes off as he closed the door. He already suspected he'd find you in your study, and you were just taking your headphones off and turning in your chair when he walked in.

The room was a great example of the great personality you had: walls covered with bookcases, which housed a lot of your paraphernalia, toys, photos, awards.

It was strange not to see copies of your books with your pen name. Something he meant to inquire about to you later.

"Hi bunny," he muttered warmly.

"Hi there," you stood from your armchair and he was almost taken by surprise when your arms wrapped around his shoulders, dragging him into a needy kiss.

Joshua chuckled in your lips. "Are you horny, princess?"

"Shut up," you sighed, pressing your puffy lips on his again, and again.

Another chuckle was muffled by your mouth, he found it amusing— the times when you were being so needy that you couldn't even talk. You zipped down his hoodie and practically yanked it down his arms.

"Sit," you muttered, Joshua looked at you confused until you pushed him back on the small couch behind him.

Joshua obediently sat on the couch, between your small army of squishmallows which you pushed to the sides as you sat on top of him, straddling him sloppily.

You clashed your mouth with his, kissing him hungrily, your hands grabbing him by his shoulders.

"Shit, baby," he muttered. "Slow down."

"I'm sorry—I just need you so much," you mumbled sheepishly as you leaned down and pressed your wet lips on his.

Joshua groaned, his hands grabbed you by the waist, rendered utterly speechless when your lips reached his neck.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I texted you hours ago," the words escaped his mouth before he could even stop himself and think.

"Was busy," you groaned nervously.

"Baby, slow down," he insisted when your hands slid underneath his white tank top, his skin prickling at the touch of your cold hands.

He grabbed you by the waist firmly, pulling you back without forcing you out of his lap.

"I have something to tell you," he muttered.

Your eyes widened, searching his face anxiously. "What, what's wrong?"

Joshua paused to read your face. "We've been chosen to open for a band this weekend," he could not avoid the smile that crept on his face in pure excitement.

"Oh my god? That's great!" you squealed, almost bouncing on his lap. "When?"

"I'm leaving on Thursday. My flight is scheduled really early in the morning," Joshua replied, his hands anxiously moved to your back.

"Leaving?" your smile faltered slightly. "Oh, I see."

Joshua's eyes were still trained on your features. "What, are you sad I'm leaving?"

"A bit," you said, looking deflated. 

"I'll be back in no time, baby," he muttered with an amused smile. "Or I can take you with me if you want."

You looked startled, and something within him told him he crossed a line.

"Oh, uh. I, uh, 'm not ready and I have so much work to get done before the book release and," you sighed. "Maybe it's best for me to stay? But thank you for offering."

Joshua rolled his eyes. "Baby, I'm joking," he smiled with ease.

You blinked in surprise and slapped his shoulder. "I hate when you do that."

"Do what?" he chuckled.

"When you play jokes on me," you muttered shyly. "I don't know when to believe you."

Well, that makes two of us. His internal voice sulked.

"Sorry, it's fun to see the faces you make," he replied instead.

"Yeah, yeah," you stuck out your tongue to him, which made him smile again. "Well, tell me more about this band you're opening for."

Joshua had his hands still firmly parked on your waist. You looked especially good that day. He didn't know exactly what it was because you were wearing something he's seen on you before, did you get something done on your hair? No, it looks the same.

So what was it?

"It's a huge band, like legendary big," he looked perplexed again. "I don't even know how they picked us. But it turns out that their original openers were canceled for some reason and we were their first choice."

As he spoke, he could notice your eyes wander. To his hair, then to his eyes, you seemed to like his piercings, since you toyed with them absentmindedly as you heard him. He smiled softly when your fingers reached the piercings on the shell of his ear. Like a cat seeing something flashy.

"Apparently if we take a liking to the crowds, we can get picked up for a label and that would also be huge for us," he told you, his eyes trained on your face.

"Oh? That sounds like a good opportunity. Great, actually," you replied, your eyes big in wonder.

"Yeah, it would mean a lot for us. I'm really excited for this," he muttered, your eyes were now in his throat. You did this a lot too, you seemed to like his throat, and he knew why: there was a big hickey below his Adam's apple.

Oh god, the look on his mother's face when she saw it. There was no comment made about it, but there was an obvious dislike about it.

Joshua, in fact, had never let anyone mark his body, even so much as to leave a scratch on him, he didn't allow it. But everyday when he caught a glimpse in the mirror of the lovebites you made on his body, he would remember you.

The hickeys you made in his skin were now fading, they looked like light brownish spots scattered on his neck and chest.

"I'm happy for you, Joshua," you told him with a small smile.

"Yeah, baby?" he purred and he could feel your legs tense up on his lap when he called you that.

"Yeah," you breathed sweetly.

"How happy are you?" he smiled, noticing that you weren't listening anymore.

"So happy," you whispered idly now, leaning forward to capture his lips with your own.

The kiss was brief but soft, your lips were the softer he's ever kissed, and he couldn't get enough of the softness. Joshua released your wrists and your hands instantly slid up his abdomen, a shudder ran down his body when your hands reached his chest and you were taking his tank top off.

"So, so happy," you muttered again dazedly. You landed a few kisses on his lips and then your attention was drawn to his neck, where you started placing open mouthed kisses.

A low laugh resounded in Joshua's chest. "You're not sad I'm leaving?"

"Yes I am," you replied, again, almost in a daze.

"You're sad you won't be fucked this weekend, bunny?" he dared ask, feeling like he was crossing multiple lines.

"What?" you blurted, seemingly snapping you out from your trance. "Joshua!"

He chuckled when he heard your high pitched voice reprimand him. "Answer the question."

"No, Joshua! I will miss you," you replied with a nervous tinge in your voice.

"Why?" he bit his lip.

Lately, he had been crossing the line of being just your fuckbuddy. And he knew that. But something troubled him and every time he tried to press about it, you'd get nervous and brush him off.

"You-you're my friend, you-," you frowned, stopping suddenly and slapped his shoulder harder this time. "Stop playing games, Joshua Hong!"

The tone your voice acquired whenever you chastised him was amusing to him, he even threw his head back a bit as he laughed at your reaction.

"Okay, okay. I'll stop," he said finally. "I'll miss you too, bunny."

You rolled your eyes at him. "Yeah, right."

He didn't get a chance to respond, your lips were on his when he tried to say some quippy response.

He meant it though—although he wasn't sure what exactly he would miss. It was only a weekend.

His fingers found the hem of your t-shirt and yanked it off your body, his train of thought fading to the back of his mind when he realized you weren't wearing a bra.

"Can I mark you again?" you asked eagerly after his hands started cupping your breasts.

"Yeah, go ahead," he replied, not really caring that his skin was healing from the other darkened spots.

You sighed softly in his neck when his fingers toyed with your nipples. "Fuck," you breathed and pressed your hips against his.

"You're swearing more often," he pointed with a smile.

"Sorry," you mumbled back shyly, kissing the spot below his ear.

"Fuck," he tensed up when you sucked his skin on the sensitive area. "Don't worry," he giggled softly.

"Maybe I need to stop hanging out with you," you mumbled jokingly, he could even feel you smiling on the crook of his neck where you landed another love bite.

"Mmm yeah, maybe," he replied aloofly.

"Would you like that, Joshua?" you asked and for a moment he liked that you were asking that question with the same intonation he uses when he asks you things while fucking you.

And to think you almost call him 'baby' too.

"No," he replied shortly. "I wouldn't."

Your lips reached his collarbones and he muttered more cuss words.

"You're so sensitive," you teased against his skin with a tinge of fondness in your tone.

Joshua couldn't make a reply again, feeling like it was self explanatory: his body liked you. Everything you did to him felt a million times better than anything ever did before.

You pressed your core down on his hardening cock and he groaned louder.

"Do you want me to take my pants off?" you asked sheepishly, batting your eyelashes at him.

"Fuck, yes, please," he muttered with a sigh.

You said nothing about him completely forgetting to dom you, instead, you smiled sweetly at him and stood from his lap. Your fingers played with the band of your sweatpants and when you stepped out of them, his mouth parted a little.

Joshua loved how confident you had become. When he first met you and slept with you, your body language was down right timid, which was totally okay to him, he also found it cute. He found it cute to see your fingers would tremble and the stutter was a bit more prominent. But now, you were more playful with him, even flirty sometimes.

"I like that on you, baby," he muttered when all you wore was a pretty lace thong. "Did you wear it for me?"

"Yeah," you replied coyly. 

Joshua swallowed thickly. "Can you show me?"

You silently nodded and slowly turned around to show him. He smiled through a soft sigh when you displayed your nearly naked body to him.

Then, much to his disgrace, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

"Ignore it," he mumbled. "It's probably Jihoon again."

"What if it's important?" you asked.

"You're right," he replied and fished his phone out of his pocket. "What is it, now?" he growled into his phone when he picked up Jihoon's call.

"Damn, why are you pissy again?" Jihoon said. "I'm calling you to tell you something about the setlist and dynamics because I think we need to rehearse more," he began.

"Can't this wait?" Joshua groaned and threw his head back on the couch.

"This is important," he pressed. "We only have a few days to prepare. Then, who knows what we'll be able to do."

Joshua closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers. "Be quick."

Jihoon started rambling. That was all Joshua could hear, essentially. Just babbling about stage dynamics, setlist order, specific details about lyrics, everything.

Something soft landed on his bare thigh and he opened his eyes to find you rolling his shorts up uncovering his thigh. Then you pressed a knee in the couch beside him and then you sat your pretty, wet pussy on his thigh and your hips started swaying back and forth.

At least you could have some fun through this, he thought.

He felt torn between Jihoon's voice telling him important things about the upcoming weekend's two-night concerts and you riding his thigh. His eyes landed on your forgotten thong lying on the floor and he smiled.

"Are you there? I'm telling you something important," Jihoon reprimanded, getting annoyed.

"I'm here," he replied flatly. His hand slid on your hip to press down on you, indicating that you could go harder on his thigh. Your eyes found him, you looked flustered and hot.

Your eyes widened, your pouty lips and your brow slightly furrowed as you continued riding his thigh.

He moved his hands from your hip and gently teased one of your nipples with his thumb and pointer finger. You bit your lower lip and pressed your pussy harder on the tensed muscles of his strong thigh. 

"Are you paying attention?" Jihoon demanded. "I'm thinking of changing Dawn to be the closing song."

"Mmm, no. I think it's best if we end with a bang, don't you think?" Joshua replied expertly, not caring that he barely heard what his bandmate was saying before that.

"Yeah, you're right. We're playing for a bigger crowd and opening for a heavier band. So maybe we should include more of our old songs, since those are a bit heavier."

"Yeah, yeah. Sounds great," Joshua muttered. His eyes trained on you, a few strands of your hair had stuck on your wet lips and when you exhaled softly, they fell at the side of your face.

"And what about our new songs?"

Your hands were anchored in his shoulders, fingers digging on his skin so hard it hurt him a bit.

But he didn't care, he knew you were close because you started to sway your hips harder and with a certain rhythm, not exactly fast but your mouth was parting the same way it always does when you're almost there.

"What about them?" he replied, trying not to hang up at that minute and help you out.

His thumb started to rub one of your nipples, making your hips stutter in their sway a little and you started twitching on his lap, coming on just grinding against him.

His big eyes lifted to yours, a pleased smile drawing on his face as he watched you come. 

"When should he play them?" Jihoon asked with an obvious tone.

"They should be the first songs of our set," Joshua replied flatly, seeing you come silently on his leg until your hips stopped swaying.

His hand grabbed you by your hip, motioning to move a little and you stilled on his lap, pulling back so that you weren't sitting on his lap.

Then a moan escaped you when he slipped his fingers inside your wet cunt.

"What was that?" his bandmate asked slowly.

"What are you talking about?" Joshua asked back, feigning innocence with mastery.

"I thought I heard—whatever, I'm going crazy," he sighed.

"You and me both, man," Joshua said through a breath, although it was evident to him that they weren't talking about the same thing.

You started riding his fingers and he knew you were enjoying being heard because you started moaning more frequently, small groans fell from your soft lips, your eyes fluttering close when he started palming your clit as you rode two of his fingers.

"So, that would be the setlist. We need to rehearse man, a lot," his bandmate told him reproachfully. "

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry, Jihoon," he muttered absentmindedly.

"Now, about the transportation of our things."

Joshua groaned out of frustration and you smiled at him. He looked so cute to you, his pouty lips and furrowed brow. Joshua decided he was going to spice things up a bit, so he introduced a third finger.

"Oh god," you muttered and his palm pressed harder on your clit. "Fuck, that's good."

Jihoon was discussing details about the transportation of their instruments. The tour production of the band they were opening to actually provided them with the sound equipment so he wasn't too worried he had to rent something. So he didn't listen to what his bandmate was saying.

Because you started moaning again, your face telling on your second orgasm. You were determined to make yourself cum again, the movement of your hips changed and you were practically pressing on his hand so hard it started to go numb.

"God, Joshua," you breathed and started moaning, over and over again, cumming loudly on his fingers.

"Is that—are you watching porn?" Jihoon finally asked.

"Nope," Joshua muttered simply.

"Why does that sound like porn?" he sounded scandalized.

"I'll call you later, Jihoon. Bye," Joshua tossed his phone to the side and his free hand pulled you from the nape of your neck to kiss you hungrily as your pussy clenched his fingers hard.

"Having fun, princess?" he asked gruffly on your lips, then he nibbled your lower lip softly with his teeth.

"Mmm yeah," you replied sweetly, smiling playfully at him. "What was your call about?"

"Nothing that important," he said dismissively. "He might've heard you though."

"Oh, god. Really? Did he mention something?" your eyes widened.

"He thought I was watching porn," he smiled amusedly at you.

"God, that's so embarrassing," you replied, biting your lip and then you stood from his lap.

Joshua stuck his soaked fingers on his mouth, licking your slick off of him with a pleased groan. You were standing between his spread legs, so he just grabbed you by your hips to place soft wet kisses on your tummy.

"Can I—can I ride you?" you asked with a tiny voice as your fingers tangled in his dark hair,

"Yes, baby, fuck yes," he groaned and sat back when your hands gently pushed him by the shoulders.

You grabbed the waistband of his shorts and briefs and pulled them down together, undressing him completely.

"Fuck, baby. You're really needy today," he muttered in amazement.

"I was thinking of you today," you explained with a shrug as you sat back on his lap, straddling him on your couch. "Couldn't get you out of my mind."

"Why, what were you thinking of?" he asked, grabbing you by your hips again as your hands found his shoulders again to help yourself not lose your balance.

"I was thinking of doing this," you nodded to his naked body sitting on the couch.

"Mmm so you were fantasizing while writing your book?" he asked as your hand wrapped around his big cock and stroked his shaft. 

"I couldn't even get work done," you nodded with a sigh. "It's driving me crazy."

Your thumb rubbed the precum gathering on the tip and he swallowed thickly as he processed what you just said to him.

You propped yourself on your knees, his hands guiding you down as you held his cock for you to ease yourself down on it.

Joshua groaned, his hands involuntarily clenching on your love handles. You also moaned loudly, shuddering hard on top of him as you bottomed out on his cock.

"So big," you sighed tiredly.

Joshua let out a faint laugh, his hands moving your hips back and forth slightly, urging you to move.

"Okay?" he muttered, his voice already strained.

"Yeah, 'm okay," you nodded, anchoring yourself with your hands on his marked chest.

"Fuck," Joshua swallowed hard and threw his head back slightly, his fingers trying to dig holes into your skin.

You started riding him faster, his hands shifting from your hips to your ass, following your movements as you practically bounced on his cock.  

"Joshua," you whimpered. "Let me kiss you."

That was a bit of a problem for him.

It took him some moments to realize it at first, but when you dipped your head to lock your lips with his own, he moaned. He was just so weak for you, he usually found it so hard to contain himself when he was with you, but when you started landing kisses on him, he just couldn't resist.

You blinked and locked eyes with him, a frown appearing on your face when Joshua pulled his head back with a guttural groan. His hands grabbed your hips and forced them to stop, retracting your wet, throbbing pussy from his cock abruptly.

"Fuck, sorry, fuck. I'm sorry, baby," he whispered, clenching his jaw hard and screwing his eyes close.

"What's wrong?" you asked, reading his face desperately.

"Shh," he shuddered slightly.

You understood what was happening, and when Joshua opened his eyes again, he found you smiling.

"What's wrong?" you asked again when he allowed you to ease back down on his cock.

He licked his lips and shot you a brief look. "Almost came," he muttered shyly.

"From kissing me?!" your voice shot up an octave higher.

He groaned and threw his head back again on the couch and nodded wordlessly.

"Why?" you pried.

Joshua's hands were kneading on your sides, trying to get you to move a little faster, since it seemed that you had forgotten to continue riding him.

"I like it," he replied and his eyes shot you a dark look when you laughed.

"Sorry. I shouldn't laugh, 'm sorry," you tried to regain control of yourself but a big smile spread on your face, you even looked teary eyed for a second.

But Joshua smiled too despite himself. "You find that funny, princess?"

"A bit, yeah. It's cute," you muttered, suppressing a moan when you found a certain angle that you liked, you leaned forward a bit, taking his cock in your walls slowly.

"Cute?" Joshua snorted.

"All this time I thought—I was so dumb," you sighed and smiled at something only you appeared to be knowing of.

"What?" he pressed.

"Nothing," you shook your head and started riding his cock faster, earning a groan from him.

Then your hand sneaked in between you and him and started toying with your clit using your fingers. Joshua's eyes trailed down to where your bodies joined and saw your pretty fingers swirling around your swollen bud.

He might've come from the sight alone. He was biting his lip, watching you bounce on his cock, completely naked, making soft noises with your mouth as you appeared to be reaching your release again.

"Oh, Joshua—I'm close," you mumbled, pushing your forehead against his. Your pussy was clenching harder and you stiffened a moan. "Fuck, so close, Joshua."

"Do you want me to cum with you, baby?" he asked, his fingers teasing your nipples softly.

"Yes, god, yes. Please, Joshua," you whimpered.

"Want me to cum inside too?" his voice was low and strained.

"Yeah, oh god, Joshua. Ah'm there," your hips pressed down on him and your cunt squeezed him hard.

"God, fuck baby," he muttered and his hands grabbed you to help you keep moving on his cock as you went completely languid, succumbing to your third orgasm.

You leaned down and pressed your forehead on the crook of his neck, muffling the sounds of your whimpers and cries of pleasure as you came. Soft wet kisses and nibbles on his skin made him moan and cuss, the tip of your tongue swiped a line on his neck to his earlobe and that tipped him over the edge.

Joshua pushed his hips forward, thrusting his cum deep inside you, riding both your orgasms in a frenzied craze, he screwed his eyes shut while you continued to place lovebites in the crook of his neck, your body almost convulsing against his.

He was breathing hard, feeling like he almost passed out right there on your couch, his cock still inside your walls. What kept him conscious was the fluttering sensation on his chest, your heartbeat banging so fast against his that for a second he thought of asking you if you were feeling it too.

Fuck, he would miss this. Even if it was only a weekend.

"Oh, that was intense," you whispered, still shaking from your high.

You nuzzled tightly against his chest, burying your face on the crook of his neck and Joshua wrapped your body in his arms, holding you tightly as you breathed tiredly on his neck.

"Are you going to tell me now?" Joshua asked, not forgetting what you tried to say.

"All this time I thought you didn't like to kiss me during sex," you confessed and then let out a soft chuckle. "But it turns out you do?"

"What?" Joshua exclaimed. "Why would you think something like that?"

"Because you never kiss me—or let me touch you when we fuck," you shrugged slightly.

"Why did you never ask? It's important that you know these things," he reprimanded, pushing his shoulder forward and you moved your body back, understanding he wanted to be face to face with you.

"I just thought that us being fuckbuddies, kissing during sex would be too affectionate, you know?" you mused coyly.

"That's nonsense," he shook his head.

"It's not to me, Joshua," you muttered, eyeing him abashedly.

"You know you can trust me with these things. I'm not trying to belittle your worries, just—I want you to be comfortable with me," he looked upset, and almost disappointed.

"Well, what was I supposed to think?" you countered.

"Not that I don't like to kiss you," he rolled his eyes with annoyance.

"But you do," you smiled eagerly, reveling at the fact that he liked kissing you during sex so much that he could come from it.

"Of course I do," he laughed faintly.

Joshua looked at you expectantly, but you slowly rose from the couch, and let out a sigh when you saw that you had spilled his cum on the couch, and it also dripped down your legs.

"Oh, I made a mess," you mumbled embarrassedly and seemed to look around for something to clean it up immediately.

"I'll sort this out. Don't worry," Joshua told you and nodded. "Go get cleaned up, baby."

"Right," you frowned, your attention drawing back to the cum dripping down your thighs. "I'll be back."

While you took care of that in the shower, Joshua found paper towels in your kitchen and cleaned the mess on the couch and the few drops he found scattered on the floor.

Then he took the liberty to enter the bathroom while you were showering. Joshua had been there many times before to wash up after having sex with you, so he knew pretty much everything about where to find what he needed.

"Are you going to hop in with me?" you asked, eyeing him with curiosity through the glass door of the shower.

"I was just thinking of cleaning up here but," he shrugged, seeing your soap covered body.

You moved from the stream to let him step under it. Joshua was well aware that you enjoyed seeing him shower, even though he didn't even make a show of it, he usually just stuck to get himself cleaned fast.

But your eyes—oh, they were so telling on what was going on your mind. They wandered and roamed all over his naked wet body and he smiled knowingly.

"Are you hungry, princess?" he asked suddenly, bringing your fascinated eyes back to his own.

"Uh?" your mouth parted cutely.

"As in, food, I mean," he chuckled.

"Oh, oh, yeah," you muttered awkwardly.

"Do you want to order something? Or maybe I can cook something for you, if you want," he shrugged as he rubbed soap on his hands to clean his cock thoroughly, which was getting hard under the eye fucking by you.

"You can cook?" you asked innocently.

"I don't like your tone of surprise," he pointed. "Yes, I'm a decent cook."

"Oh? I'd like to, yeah," you replied while pretending to be washing your skin very consciously for the second time already.

"Okay," he mumbled, throwing his head back to finish rinsing off and stepping out of the stream for you to wash off the bubbles from your neck and breasts. You weren't making a show of it either, but Joshua couldn't help but gape at your body too.

Now, he was not entirely sure you weren't making a show of it, since you had rubbed soap all over your tits, bubbles gathered around your nipples and when the water washed over them, it looked so alluring that a shudder shook him hard.

Joshua chuckled breathily, snapping himself out of his trance and stepped out of the shower, fighting a semi-hard on. He was quick to dry off his body with the towel that you assigned him the very first time he showered in your apartment.

He had grown a fondness to this. Something so simple and ordinary as washing up. You didn't have any particular way of doing it but he found it cute. He liked the mundanity of it all.

"Take whatever you want. You have free rein," you offered as Joshua stood in your kitchen.

"Do you follow a special diet?" he asked, appearing to be focused on his task. "Are you picky about something?"

You told him a brief summary about your food preferences and he listened intently, starting to gather ingredients from your cupboards and fridge.

"Okay, princess," he sighed and started to busy himself in making you a full meal.

"Do you need some help?" you offered meekly, feeling a bit idle in your own kitchen while he got to work.

"Um, I need these chopped. Can you help me sweetheart?" he asked with an aloof tone and nodded to the cutting board.

You instantly melted at the tone he used to address you. "Sure," as you did so, he eyed you curiously. "Am I doing it wrong?"

"Not at all," he assured.

"Okay. That's done. What next?" you handed him the cutting board and he diligently put the chopped veggies on the large pot and covered it, lowering the heat and sighed with satisfaction.

"That's it baby, thank you. Now we wait," Joshua said, setting a timer in his phone before gathering the used cutting boards, knives and such to put them on the sink.

"Oh, don't worry about that, I'll do the dishes," you stammered, grabbing one of his wrists to stop him. "You cooked, I'll wash."

"Sure about that, princess?" he asked. "I can do both, no worries."

"Move aside," you commanded and then batted your eyelashes at him before adding. "Please."

He smiled amusedly. "Okay."

He didn't leave the kitchen, he just stood there while you washed the dishes neatly. You looked over your shoulder at him to find him leaning on the kitchen counter, you turned around to continue washing the dishes, smiling with a blush on your face.

A yelp in surprise came out of you, startled when Joshua's hands clutched your waist over the soft fabric of your silk robe.

"Careful, bunny," he muttered softly when you jolted slightly. "I don't want you cutting yourself on that."

You were just rinsing the knife you used, and moved it to the drying rack. "You startled me," you replied shortly, trying not to show how flustered you already were.

"Sorry about that," he moved a hand from your waist to brush your wet hair from the back of your neck with his fingers, leaving your nape exposed.

He pressed his lips behind your ear, inadvertently getting the scent of your soft skin and wet hair. The scent was sweet, he could almost taste it in his tongue, it left him feeling something akin to a punch in his chest.

"Joshua, I'm in the middle of something right now," you mumbled, but you sounded amused, almost as if you found it funny that he couldn't keep his hands to himself for longer than half an hour.

"So?" he replied in a similar fashion to you.

And to really make his point across, he pressed his body on yours firmly, making you inevitably feel his semi-hard cock lodged in your ass.

"Joshua–"

"Hurry up," he muttered in your ear, teasing you with soft kisses.

He only heard you smile, but was so busy trailing kisses down your shoulder that he didn't get to see it again.

"Okay," your voice was rendered to a whisper. You finished rinsing the last cup and put it neatly on the rack. But then you scooted to the side to wipe something on the counter, clearly dodging his advances to tease him a bit.

When you heard a groan from him you didn't dare look back at him, but you laughed at his evident impatience.

"Calm down. And you say I'm needy," you teased. "Honestly, you should look in the mirror, Shua."

A gasp left your mouth when you were suddenly turned in your feet and pushed back in the kitchen counter that dug into your smaller back.

"You're becoming more confident with the tone you use with me, princess," he cooed with a playful grin on his face, his pierced eyebrow arched a little before he dipped his head to capture your lips with his own.

"I'm sorry," you replied in a whisper, but deep down you were excited to see where this was going.

"You know I don't like liars," he muttered darkly in your lips before swiping a line in your lower lip, making you whimper pathetically in response.

He nibbled your lower lip gently as his hands found the knot tying your robe blindly and tugged at it loose.

"You're so sure about that, Shua. But you seem to like me," you countered, your whole body recoiling in a thrilling shudder at your own audacity.

He stepped back a little, he looked in complete fascination, as if you had slapped him silly for a second before he broke in a throaty chuckle.

"What's gotten into you today, princess?" he asked with an amused look. "You've been so bratty lately. Do you miss being punished?"

"I do," you breathed into his lips, pressing your own against them a couple of times before adding: "And now that you're leaving I'm going to miss it more."

You felt his smirk with your lips, his breath landing lightly on your mouth. He had already parted your robe, making your breath hitch embarrassingly when his hands slid in your naked waist.

"You're trying to make me punish you. You know that doesn't work with me, baby. So why try?" he tilted his head to the side a bit, the smirk never fading from his face.

"Oh, but it does work, Joshua," you whispered, your jaw trembling ever so slightly when one of his hands slid on your back, fingers caressing gently on your skin. "It has worked every time."

Joshua seemed at a loss for words. This was a first for him—being so enthralled by someone that he didn't know what to say. It made him feel challenged, and he liked that a bit too much.

You found the strength to start toying gently with the piercings on his earlobe, knowing it was a weakness for him. His eyelids fluttered briefly and he tried not to smile.

"You were right, Joshua," you muttered with a sigh. "I do feel a little sad that you're not fucking me this weekend. But, think of how bratty I'll get. I don't think I can be that patient for you."

"Careful, princess," he muttered again, but this time, he was deadly serious.

"Are you going to miss my body too, Shua? I can play with my toys all I want, but what are you going to do?" you continued with a honeyed tone, being cautious to avoid his darkened gaze.

One, two, three seconds passed, and as time progressed and your words hung in the air, you knew it would be bad for you. But in reality, Joshua was just racking his brains for something to say, since you almost had punched him with your words.

Then, the timer in his phone reached zero, the alarm went off, distracting his attention and breaking the silence in the kitchen. He turned away from you to get the alarm to stop and turned the stove off.

"Turn around," he muttered as walked back to you.

You bit your lip to avoid him seeing your triumphant smile as you turned your tummy to face the kitchen counter.

"Bend over," his next instruction was cold, devoid from all the warmth and gentleness he used before.

Bent over the kitchen counter, you started to get a fiery anxiousness over what was coming. His hands gently caressed your ass over your panties when he pushed the robe up your back, making you sigh your nervousness away. 

Then you felt his fingers tug on the band of your panties to move them down to your knees.

And, something you weren't expecting happened. Joshua pushed one finger into your core, a whimper fell from your lips and your muscles tightened in response at the sudden intrusion.

"So wet already," he tutted. "I love this about you, baby. Your pretty cunt is always ready for me, even when you know what's coming for you."

He sounded serious, but on the inside, Joshua was far from disappointed. He was deeply awed by you, almost to the point he knew he had to be crazy.

"Joshua," you breathed against the cold surface of the kitchen counter.

"Mmm, yes baby. That's my name," he introduced a second finger in your warm gummy walls and you gasped. "Do you say my name when you play with your toys?"

"You know I do," you replied despite the blazing tingle sensation in your ears and cheeks.

"Are you going to say my name when you get fucked by someone else while I'm gone?" he asked and you knew by his tone he was not playing.

"I'm not fucking anyone else! Just you, Joshua," you replied instantly.

Joshua dragged his fingers out your sopping walls and landed his hand firmly in your ass, the wetness of your arousal in his fingers leaving a tickling feeling over the pulsating soreness in your skin.

You yelped loudly in response, screwing your eyes shut and fingers clenching into fists at your sides.

"That's right, princess," he purred softly. "If anyone gets to fuck you, is me," he rubbed a hand over the sore area.

"Yes, yes!" you squealed mindlessly. "Only you."

You let out a mewling sigh when he ran the pads of his fingers in your folds, caressing softly before slipping his fingers inside your walls again.

He leaned forward, placing a loving kiss on your bare shoulder. "What made you think you could even imply otherwise?" he asked, his voice low and raspy.

Your eyes fluttered shut, holding onto the cold counter to try and control your shaky breaths.

"I asked you a question, princess," he cooed.

"I'm sorry, I-"

Again, he pulled his fingers out of your throbbing walls to land another slap in the same spot he did previously, it made you jolt and groan through clenched teeth.

"Don't," he muttered. "I don't like lies. You know that."

You nodded and then pressed the side of your face on the hard surface of the kitchen counter.

"You wanted this, baby," he cooed, marveling at the sight of your glute starting to redden in the recently hit area.

Joshua continued to tease your cunt with his fingers, then introducing a third one, massaging your walls, pressing on them with his knuckles when he crooked his fingers inside you.

"Oh god," you breathed, your eyelids fluttering when your arousal trickled down your thigh.

"Shit, princess," Joshua muttered in his fascinated trance. "I don't think I'd ever seen you this wet. I suppose that thinking of fucking other cocks while I'm gone gets you this wet, is that it baby?"

"No! I just said that to s-spite you," you stammered quickly and then screwed your eyes shut to brace yourself for another spank.

"Then you're saying that teasing me gets you wet," he laughed faintly when you whimpered at the loss of his fingers when he pulled them out of you to land another slap in your ass.

"Fuck," you cussed through clenched teeth.

That one resounded harder than the last, so hard that Joshua believed that your neighbors would hear. Does his roommate hear this every time he's with you doing this?

"Mm?" Joshua pressed, while caressing your sore ass briefly before resume fucking you with his fingers, sighing in satisfaction at the sight of you completely bent, ass red and your cunt displayed for him, soaking wet.

"It does," you mumbled.

"You like to get in my head, is that it?" he wondered aloud, hoping to get a reaction from you. "Do you like to incite me with your bratty behavior?"

"I do, I like all of it," you breathed, then bit down your lower lip.

"Don't bite your lip," he warned. "You're going to hurt yourself."

Joshua raised his hand to land another firm slap in your ass. Both of your glutes were tingling, sore and hot. You groaned in both pain and in pleasure when he introduced his fingers in your throbbing core again. The sight of his wet fingers disappearing in your pulsating walls was fascinating to him. And you, being so completely subdued by his control was even more arousing.

"You're being so good right now, bunny," he praised with his honeyed voice. "I wish you could see yourself."

You only moaned in response, feeling silly to even give a full coherent response. You only were able to angle your ass up for his fingers to reach deeper in your walls, letting out a puffy breath through your wet and chapped lips.

"Oh, my pretty girl. Are you fucked out already? Do you like being fucked with my fingers, sweetheart?" he smiled when he saw you were nearly drooling, your mouth agape and eyelids fluttering shut.

"Uh-huh," you breathed.

"Is this why you misbehave?" he pressed, but even you could hear that he was smiling.

"Yeah," you replied in the same manner.

He chuckled, completely entranced in your fucked out babble, drooling, soaking wet on his fingers, which he pulled out to deliver another spank on your red glute, earning a lewd yelp from you.

"Baby, are you close?" he asked. "I'm barely fucking you with my fingers, do you like being spanked that much?" he asked when your walls started cramping down on his fingers.

"Mmm-mmph," you nodded with your head pressed against the counter. "Feels so good," you replied in a whimper, it was not only the fact that he was teasing you with his fingers, or the pain from the spanking.

You were absolutely drunk on him controlling you, talking to you in that way, acting possessive over you.

He pulled his fingers once again and you lifted your head from the counter when you saw out of the corner of your eye that he had dropped to his knees.

An embarrassingly lewd sound escaped from your gaping mouth when he licked a stripe from the side of your thigh to your wet folds, his hands firmly grabbing you by your sore ass for him to bury his mouth on your cunt.

You cried out his name, not caring that it was the middle of the day, you were in close proximity to the door of your apartment and the walls to the hall outside were very thin.

He hummed in response, reveling at the sound of you calling his name out loud. His hands were kneading at your ass, pushing you on his face as he ravaged your core, giving it broad strokes with his tongue, tasting you, getting drunk on you.

"God, Joshua!" you cried out lewdly.

Just when his tongue started to push in your core, making you moan and tremble in pure bliss, he stood up, yanking his mouth from your throbbing cunt.

You let out a whimpering groan, expressing your disapproval. Joshua you felt genuinely amused, but you didn't see any sign of it, his nose and lips covered in your slick that he wiped away with one hand.

Joshua leaned forward as you lay on the counter and you stilled when his lips pressed wet kisses where your silk robe didn't cover your back, your shoulder and neck.

A pathetic moan spilled from your lips, your body alight from the soft kisses he planted on places no one but him had ever touched before.

"Did you think I'm letting you cum that easy, baby?" he purred, planting a kiss on your shoulder. "You're cumming when I say you can, you know that."

Joshua couldn't ignore the glint of triumph he caught in your eyes. A thing was for certain: you learned his game, you won.

His hand rubbed the area where he had spanked you, it was red and it felt some tingles. He felt you shudder slightly and you dropped your forehead back to the kitchen counter.

"You like being spanked," he cooed softly. "You enjoy being tied too. Maybe I should change my tactics, since you're misbehaving so much lately."

That sparked your interest, you budged a little to sneak a glance his way, the sight of it was so cute that Joshua almost breaks right there and then.

"Should I punish you by giving you the cold shoulder?" he mused softly, introducing his fingers back into your walls and you let out a moan in eagerness. "You seem to like giving me the cold shoulder, maybe I should start doing the same to you."

But it was you that broke first.

"No, please don't," you raised your head to see him. "I'm sorry Joshua, I won't do it again, please."

His fingers came to a stop inside you, pulling them out slowly to then fix your panties back to their place. "On the table, now."

You swallowed thickly, but didn't waste more time and walked over to the table with Joshua closely behind you. He grabbed you by the waist and sat your body down on the cold surface.

Luckily the table was sturdy and it didn't budge when Joshua set your body down brusquely.

"I'm having a hard time believing you. Why do you give me the cold shoulder, bunny?" he asked, his tone silky and taunting. 

But in his eyes you saw another thing, was it frustration? You leaving him aside was something that troubled him deeply, he knew that he couldn't press you too much about it because you always seemed to steer the conversation away from it.

"I can't tell you, Joshua," you whispered and the air was robbed from his lungs when he knew you weren't in the subspace anymore.

"It's okay," he responded and his gaze softened immediately. "If you can't tell me I won't bring it up again."

"Oh, Joshua," you sobbed. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"No, don't be," he faltered. "Are you safewording, bunny? We can stop right now."

"Nonono, don't stop," you muttered quickly, bringing a hand to his nape to pull him into a heated kiss.

"Baby-," he pulled away but you shushed him with another kiss.

"Please don't stop," you urged in a broken whisper.

"I'm confused," he admitted.

"Just know that I don't push you away over something you do," you muttered faintly, looking at his eyes but your gaze was shifty. "You don't do anything wrong."

"You trust me, don't you?" he asked, feeling his chest contract at his words, why did he feel so unsettled by this?

"I do, I trust you Joshua," you replied immediately.

"And you know you can safeword anytime," he continued.

"Yes, I would've safeworded if something was too much for me," you nodded.

"I'm not doing anything that pushes you away?" you shook your head silently. "Okay, that's all I need to know."

Except that wasn't true. Joshua was still clinging to the question around your sudden disappearances. He was sure it got something to do about the stuff you said about your exes: you didn't stick around.

But he's not your ex, he's not even remotely something close to even having a title in your life. You don't introduce someone to your friends and say 'This is Joshua Hong, my fuckbuddy.' So, why should you treat him as anything more than that?

"Joshua," you called to him, tearing him from his thoughts and cupping his beautiful face in your hands, locking your eyes with his. "I won't push you away again. I promise."

"You don't have to make promises with me," he muttered and instantly regretted it.

Because he wanted this, he wanted you, no messing around, no lies. He wanted your honesty, your secrets, everything.

"But I want to. Let me," you whispered, he could see the honesty in your eyes, but also, a glint of desperation in them.

"Okay," he conceded. "It's a promise, then."

Joshua held in his breath, he was an idiot.

"Joshua, I..." you whispered, your fingers were now fidgeting with the hair on his nape, as if that was meant to soothe you, not him. "Give me time, and I'll tell you when I'm ready."

"Baby, you're allowed to keep your secrets," he emphasized. "I just don't like to feel like it's my fault that you disappear."

"It's not," you said and seemed to relax, the tension around your shoulders eased.

"Then I have nothing more to worry about," his fingers grazed your chin fondly. "Okay?"

You nodded, offering him a sweet smile that twisted his guts. "Okay."

"You scared me, baby. Don't do that again," he reprimanded softly with a sigh, leaning his forehead on yours.

"I'm sorry," you muttered. "I know, I'm so, so sorry. I panicked. I ruined the moment."

"Don't worry. Your comfort comes first," he said softly. "It's a good thing that you stopped me, but just try to remember to safeword. Even for things like this."

"I will. Thank you," you whispered.

"Are you sure you're okay, baby?" he whispered. "We don't have to keep going. We can skip to aftercare, it's alright."

"But I want to keep going," you muttered back in a tiny voice. "Do you still want me?"

Joshua still felt confused, but one thing yanked his mind from the lingering question: you being so restless, so utterly vulnerable and exposed to him made his heart wrench.

He wanted you in ways that he couldn't explain.

"I always do," he replied before kissing you.

His hand found the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling on your hair to kiss you hungrily.

The atmosphere between you had changed and Joshua felt it, he didn't have to ask you if you felt it too this time.

What Joshua didn't know is that your heart was beating like crazy. So completely lovesick because you were becoming more and more transparent with your feelings and at the same time, you couldn't find it in yourself to tell him you're in love with him.

Instead, your hands were zipping down his hoodie again, sliding it down from his shoulders. This time Joshua forgo his tank top, so he just shrugged out of his hoodie, and you helped him step out of his shorts.

You grabbed his hard cock with one hand and he sighed softly in your lips, shyly giving it a few pumps with your hand. Darting a look up to find his big doe eyes trained on your face, making your stomach jolt in nervousness.

"What?" you breathed.

"Lie back, princess," he muttered, blinking lazily at you with a smile on his face.

The curtains in your apartment were wide open, letting the warm light from the sunset pour inside and reach the round table where you were lying down, still wearing your robe and panties. The splits of the robe parted and exposed your naked chest for him.  

Joshua could've sworn he never laid eyes on someone so beautiful. Removing the fact that you were nearly naked, he still thought you were so pretty; your puffy soft lips, your wide eyes looking fondly at him.

He hooked his fingers on the waistband of your panties and slid them down your legs again and put them aside somewhere.

"Joshua?" you called in a small voice.

"Mm?"

"Can we—can we skip foreplay?" you breathed. "I really need you right now."

Joshua complied wordlessly, being that he also ached to do just that. Grabbing your legs to hoist them up his shoulders, he aligned his cock with your core, he sent you a look before he sheathed himself in your walls to his hilt.

He let out a puffy breath in pure delight as soon as his cock was surrounded by your walls.

"God, Joshua," you sighed.

He would never get tired of this, hearing you call his name.

He started moving, dragging his cock back to push it right in, picking up a pace instantly. He was hitting you so hard and deep that the sounds of skin slapping against skin, paired with the soft moans you made and Joshua's own groans flooded the room.

Joshua looked down where your bodies joined, a low guttural moan bubbled in his throat when he saw his cock disappearing on your pretty swollen cunt.

"Mmfuck. You feel so good baby," he muttered in a fucked out slurry tone, his eyes trailing back to yours. "So tight and warm."

"All for you, Joshua," your reply reverted him back to the thing he always says to you and that made him smile broadly at you.

"Just for me," he breathed, the air leaving his lungs once again but now knowing that your eyes were looking adoringly up at him. "Why is that?"

"Because 'm yours," you mumbled with a small smile that let out a moan.

"All mine. That's right, baby," he breathed, pushing in and out of you in steady pace, barely holding onto the fragile threads of reality.

Joshua has never felt something so otherworldly. He thought he might be going insane for a split second. The warm light pouring from the windows bathed what your robe didn't cover, your bare skin exposed to him, your adoring eyes looking at him.

Then, he suddenly leaned down, motioning for you to hook your legs around him, as you did, his arms wrapped around your body to hoist you hip, so now that the only part of your body pressed to the table was your ass.

You cried out in both pleasure and from the unexpected motion as he continued ramming his cock in and out of your cramping walls, hitting so deep in a spot that felt just so good you inevitably started moaning lewdly.

You instinctively hid your face on the crook of his neck, nibbling at his soft and marked skin. You placed open mouthed kisses on the spot below his ear, making him plunge deeper in you.

"God, ahh—baby," he called with a hoarse voice. "Fuck–I'm close. Are you close too?"

"No, 'm not there yet, Joshua," you mumbled breathlessly, pulling your head back to see his furrowed brow.

"You want me to cum inside, sweetheart?" he purred with a lazy sigh.

You nodded, and he enjoyed the frenzied look on your face because he knew you went wild when he talked to you in that way.

"Do you want me to keep fucking you until we come again and again?"

He smiled at you when you shuddered visibly. You nodded and gulped hard. "Yes—god, yes! Please, Joshua."

"Gonna fill your pretty cunt to the brim. You're gonna take it all, right baby?" he continued, enjoying the frenzied look in your eye when he talked pure filth to you.

"Yes, yes, yes," you nodded frantically. "I want everything, Joshua."

You cupped his face with your hands and pulled him into a hungry, passionate kiss. He groaned helplessly in your mouth, feeling like you were playing dirty with him, because he couldn't hold out anymore.

He pushed his hips against yours lazily, his hands cupping your ass to push your body impossibly close to his own as ropes of cum spilled inside your pulsating walls.

But he continued fucking you aimlessly, your body now clinging to his. One of his large hands grabbed you by the back of your head to kiss you harder, swallowing your moans of pleasure as you came with him.

"Joshua," you breathed in his mouth. "Oh, god–fuck. Joshua!"

"I know, I know," he replied lazily. "You're taking it so well, baby."

Then you did something he wasn't expecting. You moved your arms from his shoulders and propped yourself on the table, splaying your legs wide for him.

A low moan bubbled in his chest, his glazed eyes at your body splayed on the table for him, making him follow you by leaning towards you and lowering his hands flatly on the table too.

His gaze fell again where your bodies joined and groaned loudly, clenching his jaw as he felt his cock getting harder at the sight of your cunt sopping wet with his cum. The base of his cock dripped with a  ring of your cream around it.

"Umffuck, fuck baby," he groaned mindlessly. "You look so good like this."

It was at this moment that you knew why he liked watching you come. You always thought he looked insanely hot when fucking you, but this time something was different. He looked as if he was trapped in a trance—his gaze was out of focus, lust lidded eyes, leaning his head back while pushing his cock in and out, biting his lip and moaning out incoherencies.

He was ruined, so ruined.

"All yours," you responded in the same craze as his. "I'm yours, yours, Joshua."

He moaned gutturally and nodded with his head, his thrusts had long ceased to be controlled and calculated, as he was growing tired but drowning deep in you.

"Baby," he called. "Kiss me."

You pushed your body with your arms and reached out to him, wrapping one arm around him to capture his sweet lips with your own, a hand pushing him by the back of his head to pull his head as humanely close to you.

"Mine," he breathed in your lips.

You nodded and pressed your lips against his softly.

"Give me one more. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?" he asked in a broken mutter.

Joshua smiled sweetly at you just nodding your head, completely unable to utter a word.

"You're being so good for me," he grunted, pushing lazily in your walls. "Fuck, so perfect. You're gonna give me one more? Cum for me again, baby."

You groaned loudly and nodded frantically. "Yeah," you mewled.

"Rub your clit. I'll cum with you," he muttered and smiled again when you complied with zero hesitation.

But you brought the hand that was on his nape to his lips and he understood immediately, and took the pads of your fingers inside his mouth to coat them with his drool along with a groan.

Then you gently pressed the now wet fingertips on your clit and started flicking swiftly, you knew it was game over for you again.

You threw your head back a bit, jaw going slack as Joshua continued fucking you open on your table, grunting and cussing over and over again as your walls started cramping erratically around his cock again.

"Uum fuck-k," you gasped, your muscles contracting erratically. "Joshua, god–Joshua!" you cried out harder. "I'm cumming, I'm–gaah!"

Joshua moaned in response, but continued ramming his cock inside and out, not wanting to tear his eyes off you, writhing on your table, crying out his name for the whole building to hear.

It didn't take much for you to drag him over the edge again, it was just so irresistible, and it felt so good to be in there with you; both so drunk on each other.

"That's it, baby. Take it all," he whispered, completely lost in you, so much that he couldn't believe that he was already cumming for the third time that day. 

Joshua blinked lazily as he pushed his hips sloppily, dumping his load inside your walls with a blissful groan and faint babbles about how good you were for him, calling you his over and over again.

You were breathing hard, rendered speechless, your arm supporting your body was shaking slightly as you stopped writhing from your high.

"Joshua," you whimpered, signaling for him to stop.

"Too much, sweetheart?" he cooed, reading your face with his eyes.

You nodded wordlessly and he complied immediately, his hips coming to a stop, his chest heaving and completely covered in hickeys and sweat.

"Hungry now?" he smiled weakly.

"Mmyeah," you mumbled clumsily.

"Let's go wash and then we eat," he nodded back to the bathroom.

"Get out of me first," you smiled playfully at him.

He sighed a smile, his eyes glinting with something you couldn't place. He reached out beside you on the table and motioned you to lie back again.

Then you noticed he had reached out for our panties he discarded on the table and hooked them on your ankles, sliding them up your legs and you lifted your hips for him to fit them properly.

"Thanks," you muttered happily.

"D'you still have questions for me, sweetheart?" he asked out of the blue, his hands beside you hovering over your body on your table.

You blinked a bit surprised. "Yeah," a frown appeared on your face. "Why?"

"How about," he booped your nose with his finger, "we eat, and we go somewhere you can ask away all you want."

"Why, I can ask you right now," you shrugged slightly, the small smile remaining on your face.

"I'm jus' saying since we can't be around each other for two minutes without having sex," he chuckled breathily.

You giggled sweetly and his heart clenched again. "Alright, mister. It's a plan."

Then you booped his nose and he smiled.

Joshua was actually a really good cook, not 'decent' as he said. However you didn't eat on the table, you both sat on your couch and ate to your heart's content.

The tv was on, but none of you were watching. You sat with your legs extended on the side and Joshua sat on the sofa beside you.

Sometimes you would catch him looking at you with the lightest smile on his face. You would laugh and roll your eyes at him, trying to play hard at his suggestive looks.

Maybe it was the fact that you were both half naked in your living room.

"What?" you finally managed to ask after he looked at you for the third time. Or when you caught him looking for the third time.

"I think I'd never seen you eat a full meal 'till now," he replied, eyes on his bowl, scratching with his chopsticks at nothing.

"Yeah, I'd never seen you eat either," you nodded with a small frown.

"You're cute," he muttered shyly. "You pout when you chew on your food."

You giggled. "No, I don't. Now you're just inventing stuff," you joked, but you couldn't ignore the fluttering in your stomach.

He rolled his eyes. "Right. Forget what I said. You actually look like a monster that's been starved for decades."

"That's more like it," you smiled at him.

"I'm never giving you a compliment again," he smiled, leaving his bowl on the side. "Want more, sweetheart?"

"I'm full," you left your bowl on the coffee table as well. "Thank you, Joshua."

"Don't thank me," he replied, leaning back on the sofa.

His legs were spread, a hand resting on his thigh and the other propping his head.

You swallowed hard and looked away. But he noticed, he stood up and squeezed his body on the couch lifting your body to place you on top of him.

He was smiling knowingly. "You're insatiable, princess. Did you know that?"

"What are you going to do about it?" you asked coyly.

"How about we just make out?" he laughed in embarrassment.

"Yeah, I'd like that," you breathed.

Joshua chuckled, dipping his head to kiss you deeply, smiling between your lips.

Joshua Hong, you idiot.

When his roommate gave him the tickets for the Aquarium night event, he failed to mention that it was an event intended for couples mainly. So the look on his face might have given him away immediately when he led you inside.

"You know, if you wanted to go out on a date with me, at least give me the courtesy of letting me know beforehand. I could've dressed better," you smiled impishly as you looked around the entrance of the place where the first thing you saw was a heart shaped sign that said: 'love is in the water.'

"I didn't know it was for couples," he admitted.

You gave him a look, and his heart sank. Why couldn't he just say that this was an actual date?

Maybe because this was not his style.

If it were up to him, he would have taken you somewhere else, and perhaps under different circumstances, he would have told you beforehand that he intended to go out with you seriously instead of dragging you on an impromptu date.

"We can leave," he put in quickly.

"No, it's okay. I don't want to leave," you reassured him. "I like aquariums."

"You do?" he pushed his eyebrows up.

"Yeah!" you smiled, pushing the door and holding it open for him.

He was dumbfounded still by the mess he brought you to.

"What else do you like?" he asked, walking beside you through a corridor that looked more like a glass tunnel crossing through water, fish darting away above, the soft light illuminating the path you walked together painted a soft blue glow on your skin.

"I'm asking the questions tonight, sir," you arched an eyebrow playfully.

"True, sorry," he returned the smile. "What do you want to know?"

"I know your birthday, your favorite color, I know that you go out with your mom on Sundays... Do you have siblings?"

"Only child," he muttered simply. "It's just me and my mom."

"Oh," you frowned cutely.

"It's fine, don't worry," he shrugged.

"O-okay," you nodded. "Is guitar the only instrument you play?"

"So you do have a list of questions, huh?" he asked jokingly. "I play the piano too."

"You know I do have a list," you quipped with a grin. "Will you show me one day?"

He smiled sweetly. "Sure."

You returned the smile before standing in front of large tanks showing pink jellyfish. You cooed cutely, looking mesmerized at the exhibit.

Something irked him. His hand itched to grab yours, to lace your fingers with his and stroll with you hand in hand. He wanted to show you off to the world, as though you were his entirely.

But instead of that, he just took out his phone and snapped a photo of you deep in your trance watching the jellyfishes floating in the water tank. You never noticed he did, but that was his plan all along.

"I always wanted to ask," you eyed him shyly, walking to the next tunnel, through the reefs and fishes swimming away. "Were you taught to tie rope?"

Joshua snickered. "Why do you want to know?"

You smiled through your blush. "I just can't imagine you learning from a tutorial on youtube."

"What's wrong about that?" he laughed. "I did learn some things on the internet. But before that, someone taught me."

Your eyes sparked with interest, turning away from the colorful schools of fish darting gracefully between swaying seaweed to face him. "And who–who was that?" you stammered a little. 

"An ex," he put it simply.

"Girlfriend?" you mused, trying to sound uninterested.

But Joshua noticed, his eyes fixed on your face as he nodded. "Former dom. Long time ago, bunny."

Your eyes widened, your mouth even dropped in the tiniest 'o'. "You used to have a dom?" you whispered, but couldn't hide your disbelief.

"For a while," he replied simply, not caring much about sharing his past with you, he wanted you to know all about him, so he felt like he could be more open.

"Did you like being a sub?" you asked nervously.

"It was alright. Fun, short-lived," Joshua shrugged.

"Why did you change?" you pried.

"I prefer having control," he sighed with a gentle smile.

"Mm yeah, that I do know," you smirked, looking up to the water ceiling, your eyes following each fish that swam by. "Would you let me dom you?"

Joshua's laugh reverberated across the tunnel, he even threw his head back a little.

"Don't laugh!" you mumbled sheepishly. "I'm serious."

"Sorry. I know you're serious," he replied, bringing a hand to your back as he walked beside you. "You just took me off guard."

"Why, you don't think I can do it?" you pressed, although you felt like it was quite obvious.

He ran a hand through his black hair, pushing it back. "Honestly? I don't know. But if it's something you want to try, we can do it some time. I can teach you a few things."

"Is there anything you want to try with me?" you mused, glancing up at his big doe eyes and the water ceiling on top of him.

"Mmm, dunno. I think I might be down for anything you want, honestly," he confessed, then paused. "Is there anything you want to try, bunny?"

"Mmm," you hummed and Joshua smiled when he noticed you've been echoing him a lot lately. "There's a lot I haven't experienced. Car sex, mirror sex, butt stuff," you laughed then looked down meekly before adding: "Threesomes."

"Do you want to have a threesome?" he asked, looking around to make sure no one heard his voice over the soft music playing through the speakers.

You shrugged. "I mean, only if you want, obviously," you gave him an abashed look.

"Huh," he smiled broadly. "I don't know how I feel about that," he admitted through his smile.

"If you don't want to, it's fine. It's just something I thought might be hot, y'know, being... shared," you stuttered quickly, scratching the back of your head awkwardly.

"I think it will take me a while to be ready to share you with someone else, honestly," he mumbled shamefully, standing before a large exhibit, where the vibrant hues of exotic fish shimmer under the gentle illumination.

It looked something like watching a meteor shower, Joshua thought. The fish were darting in all directions, glittering in the dark ocean depths, and he almost fell into another trance, seeing you enveloped in a silvery aura in the dim lights.    

"That's fine," you smiled nervously. "We can try other things."

"Maybe in some other time we can try," he conceded.

"Never done it before?" you asked, your cute eyes reading his face.

He rolled his eyes with an uneasy smile. "I've done it before, princess. A few times."

"Then why...?" you frowned slightly.

You didn't get to finish your question, instead you shook your head and turned to face the underwater life, letting yourself be drawn by the next exhibit. Joshua gravitated naturally around you so he followed closely.

"Maybe we can try it when I don't feel as... you know, possessive," he mentioned offhandedly, looking away from you to the ceiling.

"Joshua, it's okay," he heard you smile and his eyes trailed back at your face. "We don't have to do it now. I don't think I'd be able to try it with anyone else that isn't you."

That sent a strange fuzzy feeling down his body.

"Yeah? Why is that?" he mused.

"I dunno," you mumbled sheepishly, avoiding his gaze while you twiddled your fingers around the necklace you wore. "I feel safe with you, Joshua. You don't mock me for my inexperience, or make me feel bad in any way when you teach me things. And I trust you would take care of me in anything we try together."

There was no one around inside the small exhibit, in fact, the large glass wall showed nothing but water, since the lonely beluga had already swam out of sight a couple of minutes ago.

"That's the only thing I care about," he replied, the feeling coiling in his throat had robbed his voice. "Your trust in me."

You raised your eyes back at him, there was a glint of emotion in them Joshua couldn't quite place. You gaped slightly, as if wanting to say something but fell short of courage.

But then your eyes trailed down to his lips, then back at his eyes and he understood what you meant. He knew you were shy about a lot of things, not just things revolving around the physical, so he decided to initiate.

"C'mere," he muttered, wrapping one arm across the small of your back, pulling you close to him as the other hand cupped your chin.

Joshua slowly captured your lips with his own, feeling his heart melt under the softness of your skin, the taste of your sweet breath as you sighed in his mouth. 

Joshua Hong, you idiot, his internal voice reprimanded again.

He should've known why he was feeling this uneasy.

He should've known the minute he saw you standing outside his door for the first time. Then, he would've gotten the opportunity to make things right with you—to ask you for a date, to get to know you better, to win your heart over.

But no, he let his hedonistic ways get in the way first. Now, will he get the opportunity to make things right with you?

"Joshua," you breathed. "I–"

"You don't have to say anything. Please," he interrupted, afraid you were about to pull back, to tell him something witty that drives the moment away from him.

But you tangled your fingers in his tousled black hair, stopped at the nape of his neck and pulled him in for a deeper kiss, teeth clashing and breath hitching, both of you desperate to tell each other without words what you couldn't yet say to each other.

"I really, really like when it rains," he murmured against your lips. "In fact, whenever it rains I go for a walk. Same with snow. I used to be a choir boy and used to stay up all night reading the Percy Jackson books."

You began to laugh heartily into his mouth, his hand was cupping the side of your face, as he pressed feathery kisses to your lips in between choppy phrases spoken frantically.

"I like pastries and ice cream," he laughed a little at himself, but held you firmly to his body, as if for support. "I like to play slow music when I feel stressed. I like midnight walks when I feel lost."

His fingers clenched lightly around your hair, his face scrunching up to fight the uneasiness of sharing stuff about him with you.

"I also like to drive. Whenever I need to think I drive somewhere. I think that's why I related to you that night we first talked on the rooftop," he murmured hastily, as if trying to get the words out before he couldn't contain himself. "You have your rooftop, I drive my car."

You smiled against his lips, feebly trying not to cry from the flood of feelings that overwhelmed you.

"I..." he faltered for a second. "I really like sleeping next to you. I like doing normal stuff with you, not just sex—cooking, doing the dishes, grocery runs, all of it. I really like doing the laundry, we can do that together someday, would you like that?"

"I'd love that, Joshua," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

"Yeah? I also want you to go to more of my concerts, I liked seeing you singing in the crowd," he muttered with a strangled sigh.

"Just tell me when and I'll be there," you replied, completely enthralled by him.

"I don't know right now, just—I... want to be there when you publish your book," he mumbled, swallowing hard.

Joshua didn't let you give him a reply, he kissed you again, afraid of his own emotions, afraid of what you would say. He felt vulnerable and he didn't like it.

But you saw that. You could see it in the way he struggled to get the words out. And you understood that so well, better than anyone.

So you followed the kiss, feeling elated, almost to the point that your knees threatened to give out, but his arm held you tightly close to his own body.

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" he asked both gruffly and dazedly. "I think there's a live jazz band or something."

"We're a little late for dinner, I think. And we've been listening to the band all along," you told him with a faint chuckle.

"Really?" he responded aloofly. "Then, in that case, can I take you home? Or do you still want to look around?"

"You can take me home," you replied, caressing his cheek with a thumb.

"Sleep together?" he mused with a small grin that didn't fully show his teeth.

"I'd love that," you replied, melting at seeing his smile, turning his eyes into crescent moons.

"Okay," he whispered, letting himself be overtaken by the unrested feeling in his chest. "Let's go then."

And true to his word, the tension in Joshua's features had relaxed, and he almost looked excited when you got back to your apartment. He quickly went to him to grab a change of clothes and his toothbrush.

"Hey, you're back," Seokmin welcomed him as Joshua pushed to his apartment's door. "How did it go?"

Joshua came back from his bedroom with his arms full of clothes and a hand grabbing his toothbrush.

"I suppose it went well?" Seokmin let out a low chuckle as Joshua nodded and walked to the door. "Just try to be quiet tonight? I really do need a peaceful night's sleep."

"Sure thing," Joshua muttered, totally not listening.

When he came back to your apartment, you seemed to be tidying up your bedroom a bit. It didn't need tidying but it was a fixation of yours, since you were trying to hide your nervousness away.

"Hey," you muttered. "That was fast."

"I just needed a few things," he shrugged, but in fact, he didn't want to waste a second with you. "Besides, it takes like thirty seconds to get to my room from your apartment."

"Oh, that reminds me!" you almost jumped from where you stood in your bedroom and hurried to your little studio and came back with a naked manuscript, handing it out to him with a smile. "Here."

"Is this what I think it is?" Joshua took the very heavy pile of white sheets all neatly bound with stitches. "Did you bind it yourself?"

"I did. How did you know?" you asked bewildered.

"Just a guess," he smiled softly, wrapping a hand on the sewn binding and tuning the first blank page to find the working title of your book.

He turned the second page, where he found a handwritten note in your hand that read:

dedication: to...

"Is this annotated too?" his widened eyes turned to yours and you nodded eagerly. "This is so cool," he sighed.

But not only that, as he turned the next page, he also found small doodles on the corners, next to side annotations.

"I'll give you a full review when I'm back," he smirked.

"You will? I'd love that Joshua," you cooed softly, and he finally tore his eyes from your manuscript, left it aside on the nightstand and wrapped an arm around you.

"Of course I will, baby," he pressed his lips on the tip of your nose.

When it was time to go to bed, it felt like another world to be so comfortable and normal with each other. It almost turned his stomach when he couldn't help but feel a crushing affection for you.

He brushed his teeth at the same time you did, pushed each other to use the sink, and laughed together. When it was time to put on pyjamas, he simply undressed, keeping only his briefs on, and smiled at your bunny pyjamas.

You yanked the covers of your bed open and climbed on one side of the bed, looking at him expectantly. Joshua took the space beside you, slipping an arm beneath your body to drag you close to his chest, hugging you snuggly. 

You caressed his bare chest with one hand, over the red hickeys and the older brown ones and smiled softly. Your hand trailed up to the side of his face and craned your neck to reach his lips with your own.

He breathed out in both pleasure and bliss to kiss you so tenderly, both so tired to even go past kisses but wanting to.

"G'night Joshua," you whispered in his lips, pressing one final one before snuggling your face against his chest.

"Good night, bunny," he muttered, kissing the crown of your head before closing his eyes himself. 

In the morning, you woke up first to find him sleeping beside you. Your stomach twisting nervously as soon as you laid eyes on his relaxed features.

He was lying face up, so you had enough space to rest the side of your head on his chest, which he felt and lazily threw an arm around you, his fingers reaching for your head to tangle in your hair.

"You talked a lot last night, sweetheart," he muttered with a light laugh.

"Oh, god," you sighed. "'m sorry."

"Don't worry. It was fun," he responded with ease. 

"What did I say this time?" you darted a look to his face, his eyes were close and seemed to be half asleep still.

"I couldn't get anything this time. Well, just one word," he laughed and that seemed to shake him awake.

"Which was...?"

"Jellyfishes," he muttered and giggled softly.

"Pfft," you huffed with a smile. "Oh, god. Really?"

"Mmm-huh," he hummed softly, his sweet voice reverberating in his chiseled chest.

"Sorry, Josh," you mumbled.

"I like it, bunny," he muttered lazily.

Truth be told he almost took his phone and recorded you talking in your sleep. But he refrained since it was just a crazed desire that might be misunderstood deeply.

"M'kay," you hummed.

"I have rehearsals in a couple of hours," he mentioned with reluctance. "But I want to see you before I leave tomorrow, is that okay?"

You lifted your head to see his face, he blinked lazily at you, his face relaxed and when his eyes locked on yours, he smiled slightly.

"Yeah, of course it is okay," you replied. "You don't have to ask that."

"Mmm," he hummed thoughtfully but then, he asked. "Do you like French toast?"

Joshua cooked breakfast humming a joyful tune and you helped in what you could against his protests. But he couldn't help but feel elated at you being beside him, helping him cook breakfast.

When it was time for him to go, he leaned back on your door, before opening it so you could cup his face with your hands and kiss him tenderly. He didn't want to go, he wanted to spend all day in bed with you, making out with you, fucking you silly and then taking care of you.

"I'll call you when I'm free, okay?" he muttered in your lips, his heart going crazy when you swiped a line on his lower lip with the tip of your tongue.

"Okay," you replied, pressing more kisses on his lips, making him giggle.

"If you're going to be like this every time I go away, I think I'm just going to go away more often," he joked.

"Shuddup, Joshua," you whined, slapping his shoulder playfully.

"Alright, alright," he giggled sweetly.

"See you in a bit, then?" you asked in a high pitched tone, which he made note of.

"Yeah. See you in a bit, baby," he returned the smile to you, before grazing your cheek with his knuckles to then lean down to kiss you goodbye and turned to leave.

"Joshuji, you haven't been sleeping well?"

Joshua looked over at Jeonghan, who was ravishing a plate of fried rice with a focused expression in his face.

"Why you ask?" he frowned, the question came out of nowhere, since they had been chatting over seemingly nothing important a minute ago.

"Your eyes look swollen," his best friend replied, rubbing the air in front of his own eyes. "Have you been crying?"

"What. No, Han," he shook his head. "I just had a long night, that's all."

"Mmm," he hummed and nodded his head, his fluffy dark hair dangling in his forehead.

Joshua wasn't lying. He really did have a long night. Not by choice, though, he just felt really restless. With upcoming concerts, rehearsals and pending conversations with you, he couldn't find peace in his thoughts.

Rehearsal was totally botched by his inability to focus, because no matter what he did, his thoughts would revert back to you.

[18:21 PM] bunny: I'm still in the middle of this book interview, I'll let you know as soon as it's over. 😊

Jeonghan's eyes narrowed when the phone buzzed on the table and Joshua practically jerked awake from his daydream and his hand flew to look at his screen.

"Who's that?" his best friend inquired.

"No one," Joshua muttered quickly.

He had asked you an hour ago if you were free for him to go see you. And as always, you were in the middle of something. You did tell him in passing that you had a live stream with a popular pair of content creators that invited you to talk about your upcoming book.

[18:21 PM] bunny: Maybe by 8 pm. Is that okay with you?  [18:21 PM] bunny: I don't know yet. They were wrapping up half an hour ago but still going 🫥 [18:21 PM] bunny: They're not even asking me things anymore. They're talking to each other  [18:21 PM] bunny: I think it's good that I don't have to show my face 'cause the don't see me texting you

Joshua smiled, but his joy was cut short when Jeonghan's head blocked Joshua's line of view, taking a peek at the phone in his hands.

"Stop it, Han," he muttered, pushing the smaller man out of the way.

"Oh, you have a girlfriend!" Jeonghan cooed, then stopped and his shoulders went slack. "Wait, you have a girlfriend? Since when? And how did that happen?"

"I don't have a girlfriend," he replied tiredly. "Mind your business."

Jeonghan chuckled. "Oooh, I see," he muttered and resumed eating his food.

But his best friend said nothing else. And that might have sent Joshua on a spiral.

"What?" he muttered reluctantly.

"Nothing, nothing," Jeonghan responded, looking at his food.

"Tell me," he pushed.

"Is this what's got you in a bad mood?" Jeonghan's lithe fingers pushed the empty plate on the table.

"Like what?"

He shrugged. "Impatient. Barely touching your food, barely talking."

That much was true, as well. His plate was still half full, and he was not a man to leave food on his plate, but he simply did not have the appetite to keep eating.

"It's just—I'm sorry, Han," Joshua muttered and sighed heavily. "I can't think straight. You're right, I didn't sleep last night."

Jeonghan breathed a low chuckle. "Ah, I'm always right, Shuji," he joked but faltered when Joshua sent him a dark stare. "You wanna talk about it?"

Joshua dropped his chopsticks and pressed his elbows on the table. "No. I don't know—I haven't told anyone about this."

Jeonghan dropped his playful act upon seeing the torn expression on Joshua's face.

"What's wrong?" Jeonghan's serene brown eyes studied Joshua briefly. "Something bad happened?"

"No, not at all," he shook his head briefly. "I don't know."

Joshua sighed and called for the bill.

"You're not gonna tell me?" Jeonghan asked in bewilderment.

"No. Fuck, I don't know. I can't focus," Joshua's transfixed eyes landed on the table before him.

"Pfft," Jeonghan leaned back on the chair. "I'm exhausted of being everyone's therapist. No wait, scratch that, I hate that I have to fucking wait until you explode and have no one else to run to but me."

Joshua met his eye for the first time. "Oh, you're for sure not talking about me," he chuckled darkly. "Fine, I'll tell you but you're going to shut your mouth until I'm done talking."

Jeonghan followed Joshua out of the restaurant after they had paid the bill.

"I'm listening," he pressed.

"I'm... seeing someone," Joshua muttered, and felt every cell in his body protest against continuing. "God, this is insane."

He stopped abruptly on the sidewalk, making Jeonghan bump shoulders with him.

"I need a drink," he blurted, running a hand over his black hair.

Jeonghan looked wearily at his friend. "Let's go to mine. It's closest," he nodded towards the end of the street.

Jeonghan handed him a short glass with whisky on the rocks.

"Thanks, man," Joshua muttered, frowning a little over his best friend's hospitality.

"Don't mention it," Jeonghan said, popping a can of beer.

Joshua took a large gulp of whisky and slid the empty glass on the coffee table. He leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees.

"I don't know how else to say it," Joshua muttered, still wearing an empty expression on his face.

"Just say it," Jeonghan shrugged. "How bad can it be?"

"I'm fucking my next door neighbour," he blurted, cringing internally at every word, scrunching up his face.

The ice-cubes in Joshua's now emptied whisky glass shifted and for a whole minute that was the only thing he heard after muttering those words.

Joshua's big doe eyes lifted from the emptiness and found an expressionless Jeonghan.

"That's not bad," he said finally with a shrug. "Is she married or... why are you so pent up about it?"

"No, she's single. She's... driving me insane," he dropped his face in his hands and rubbed his eyes harshly.

"Why? I don't get it," he heard his best friend ask.

"It started two months ago. And I didn't think it would lead anywhere, I really thought she would just get tired of me and–," he sighed and brushed his hand over the air as if trying to push you out of his mind.

"I'm getting the bottle, hold on," Jeonghan said, rising from his sofa.

Jeonghan brought the whole bottle to the fancy coffee table he had in the middle of his living room. The apartment was obnoxiously large and every piece of furniture looked carefully selected. Like the coffee table in front of Joshua's knees.

"Thanks," Joshua said as he downed his second glass of whisky.

Joshua was particularly resilient when it came to drinking. So he wasn't worried about getting drunk. He could keep going all night if he wanted to.

But no, he made a promise to go see you first.

Joshua let out a sharp breath when the whisky warmed his throat.

"At first it was just casual sex, just fun. But it's becoming more serious lately and I don't know how to stop," he blurted the last words with a clenched jaw.

Jeonghan waited, perhaps because he didn't know what to say or because he saw that his friend was still gathering his thoughts.

"I don't know what to do," he concluded in a faint murmur, running the tip of his finger over the rim of his glass.

And like a work of magic, his phone started buzzing again, vibrating furiously against the glass table.

Joshua frowned, looking deeply obfuscated at the phone screen. You were calling him.

"You're not going to get that?" Jeonghan said, evidently knowing that it was you who was calling, since Joshua's display had that photo he took of you and your contact read only one word: 'bunny'.

"Yeah," his voice was rendered to a whisper. "Give me one minute."

Jeonghan nodded and stood up from the sofa, pretending to be busy himself elsewhere.

"Hi there," you told him and he could tell immediately that you were in a chipper mood than usual.

"Hi bunny," Joshua muttered, a smile instantly spreading on his lips. "How was the interview?"

"It was fine. It's just a pair of kids with a bunch of questions about the book. They were fun, it dragged on, though," he could hear you munching on something while you talked to him.

"Mm, yeah. I noticed," he muttered, his eyes briefly scanning his surroundings to make sure Jeonghan was out of earshot. His friend was nowhere to be seen.

"And you? How was your thing with your friend? Are you home right now? Why don't you come over and we talk here?" he could almost picture your sweet smile and the way you act shy when you prompt him to do something.

"I'm at his house right now," he replied shortly.

"Oh, really? What are you guys doing? Am I interrupting?" you asked nervously.

"We're actually talking about you," Joshua smiled deviously despite himself.

"What—no you're not. Stop playing or I'm hanging up," you said and that reminded him why he was in this mess.

He played too far.

"Can I call you in an hour, bunny?" Joshua asked abruptly.

"Sure. Let me know if you're coming by later, will you?" you asked. "I want to see you before you leave."

"I wouldn't leave without saying goodbye," he muttered and could feel his own face contorting into a frown.

"I'll hold you to that statement," you sighed into his ear and he knew you were smiling.

"You won't have to, baby," he lowered his head as he spoke to the phone in a low tone, as though he didn't want the walls to hear him. "I promise."

"Alright. I'll leave you with your friend. See you in a bit, then?"

Joshua smiled when he heard what appeared to be a new tradition between you two.

"See you in a bit, bunny," he muttered and hung up.

Joshua looked around again, but this time he found Jeonghan standing in the open kitchen, eyes big, mouth wide open in a smile. Because of course he was listening. Was he hiding all this time? Joshua imagined his best friend hiding behind the kitchen counters.

Joshua let out a heavy sigh and returned to his position of hiding his face in his large hands.

"You are down horrendous," his best friend punctuated each word.

"Fuck off," Joshua bit back, his voice muffled by the palms of his hands.

Jeonghan returned to his sofa, curling into a ball. His friend looked shocked, but almost giddy. Like a child seeing fireworks for the first time.

"Seriously, Joshua," his jaw dropped a little. "Why are you here? I thought you were all wind up because you wanted to end things with her. But here you are, actually whipped."

"I am not whipped. I can't believe you were eavesdropping," he groaned in defeat. "I'm here because I can't find an appropriate way to tell her."

"What, you don't know how to speak your mind?" his friend asked, sounding dumbfounded. "That's a first. Why can't you just man up and tell her? By the way you talked to her I can only assume it's mutual."

Was it mutual, though? Every time he tried to initiate the conversation or said something remotely romantic or affectionate you seemed to turn away from him and change the conversation. 

"I don't know if it is—mutual, I mean," Joshua declared and a shudder shook his bones. "I've tried to tell her, but it's never the right time. It's confusing. It happened so fast and I wish I could've done things differently with her."

"Leave then," Jeonghan shrugged with ease. "Don't waste your time and hers. You know better than that, Shuji."

"I know, I know," he muttered with a weary sigh and slowly rose from the sofa, dragging every inch of his body up. "Wish me luck."

Jeonghan followed him with his inquisitive eyes. "You'll do the right thin—you fucker, you're not planning on following through with this?"

Joshua's cheeky smile gave him away fast.

"Fuck, you're going to regret this," his friend followed him out the spacious apartment. "Well, you know where to find me."

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the drink, Han."

When he finally got to your door, he thought of all the times he's stood there, all the times you answered—and the times you didn't. It felt to him like he spent more time standing outside your door than in his own apartment.

"Hi bunny," he smiled when his eyes landed on your face.

He suddenly forgot his hysterical episode earlier. He forgot everything he was planning to tell you. Something inside him wondered when the time would come when he would stand in front of your door to tell you that he is falling in love with you. But he could push all his feelings away.

All to have another night with you.

Even if it killed him a little.

✮ a/n: hellooo! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

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i'm sorry this chapter was so long!!! i had so much fun writing from joshua's pov and it just went out of my hands — this fic is so self-indulgent i love it

so if you liked this part please let me know? (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

happy new years everyoneeee! ilyyy

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[sunlitmcgee]

blowing up purpled’s UFO is objectively one of the most evil things c!quackity’s ever done, second only to LITERAL TORTURE. that was evil! that was an evil evil thing for the ducky man to do! and to a teenage boy, no less(yes ik that cpurpled being a teen isn’t major to his story, BUT HE STILL IS so it’s important to point out just. on principle. and for me personally.)

he took something a young person loved and blew it to pieces to get him to join his ill fitted coping mechanism of a country. it was bad and for that he is wrong.

like.

wtf?

why try to defend THAT of all things?

[jinhyun]

—dreamlike.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

genre: pining, fluff, college au, dance major hyunjin, art major reader

word count: 8.3k (sorry)

warnings: mentions of drinking, minors dni!!

summary: hyunjin would never have thought he'd end up ditching a party for you. never in his wildest dreams would he have thought he'd end up leaving the girl he so badly wanted to hook up with to come to you instead. however, there he was, arriving at the art studio late at night just to be with you.

a/n: so... can you tell i got too caught up in my feels lmao. anyway this is part nineteen of my social media au "watercolor", for those of you who don't follow the story. you guys can take all that happens here as you may, make your own conclusions heh. i hope you guys enjoy! i would love to read your thoughts and theories about what's going on or what's to come here, tysm for reading<3

Hooking up with Yerim. That was Hyunjin's plan for the night. Just get to the party, go up to her, talk for a bit, make a move, and then hopefully take her back home like he had wanted to do for a good while now. Simple as that.

Instead, he was standing in the middle of an isolated 24/7 grocery store aisle, at nearly one in the morning, looking for some bottled water to bring you over to the art studio. 

He could only laugh over how differently his night was going, according to the original plan.

When Hyunjin first got to the party that night, he would never have thought he would end up ditching it for you. He and his friends were having way too much fun for the idea of leaving early even crossing his mind. 

But Changbin, out of all his friends, was missing. And so were you.

That's when he should've known his night would not go to plan.

Bin had let them all know he was arriving a bit later, Hyunjin did not mind that. They saw each other every day at their shared dorm, he could not care less if Changbin ended up skipping the party. What he did mind, however, was the fact that you were not at the party either, at the same time his friend so conveniently wasn't there as well.

"You okay?" Felix asked, handing him a glass of soju as he reached his side.

Hyunjin nodded, staring into the glass he had just accepted from his friend. "Is Y/N coming tonight?"

Felix's eyebrows raised in slight surprise. "Um, no. She said she wasn't coming".

"She isn't?"

"I think she was getting done with next week's art assignment" Seungmin drew his attention.

"On a Saturday night?" Hyunjin incredulously rolled his eyes.

"She isn't the first in our class for no reason".

"Right".

Taking a sip of his drink under his friends' knowing looks, he took a quick look around the place. Minhyuk's parents were mad rich, so the place they got him near campus was way too big for a single person to live in — or so Hyunjin thought. However, he could only admit it was a great place to hold parties at. 

Most dance majors were there, along with other people who had tagged along with them —Seungmin being one of them—, yet the place was far from seeming too crowded. Still, he was having a hard time finding Yerim. Leaving his friends' side and walking around to look for her seemed like the right thing to do, and he would've done it right away, if it weren't for the sight of Cherry cheerfully approaching his small group, being followed by your whole gang.

Chaeryeong went straight up to Seungmin, whose face lit up in a split second. Han greeted them all with a smile and wondered where they had gotten their drinks from, not giving Jeongin time to properly greet them as well and dragging him to the kitchen once Felix pointed towards it. Minho greeted them all with a small nod, not bothering to smile at Hyunjin once his eyes fixed on him. 

And that was it. Once again, no sight of you.

"Y/N's not coming?" Hyunjin found himself asking before he could stop himself.

Minho's eyes had seemed to throw daggers at him as soon as your name had slipped past his lips. "Why do you care?"

"Yah, don't be mean" Chae slapped his arm, for the first time taking her eyes away from Seungmin and later focusing them on Hyunjin. "She's not. She wanted to be left alone with her art tonight".

"Told you she was not coming" Felix nudged him.

"Told you she was painting" Seungmin mumbled.

Both of their taunting remarks received a roll of eyes from Hyunjin, who had missed Chaeryeong's proud smile as he proceeded to search around the place once more for the blonde he was trying to hook up with — a smirk curving up his mouth when he finally found her by the other side of the living room.

After that, the night had seemed to move rather fast.

Hyunjin had gone up to her and her friends, made his smooth way into the conversation, and managed to get her away from their little circle in a matter of minutes — snatching a seat on the white leather sofa, that left them with little to no space in between their bodies. Lucky him.

However, although he had managed to find the girl he had been looking for since he got there, and although she was now only a couple of centimeters away from him as they shamelessly flirted back and forth, he couldn't seem to stop his eyes from wandering around the place, not exactly knowing what they were looking for. 

His aimless stare found its focus when a group of people sat down in a circle near the sofa they were sitting down on, one of them bringing an empty soju bottle and loudly announcing that a round of spin the bottle was about to begin.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes for the third time that night. Lame. But that didn't stop him from looking one by one at each person that had sat down and was willing to play. 

None of his friends. So he confirmed when he saw them all still in the previous spot he had left a few minutes ago — a light laugh leaving his mouth at the sight of Chaeryeong pretending to leave Seungmin's side to go play, only to have him pull her right back to him and place his arm around her shoulders. Yeah, they were definitely not playing.

His eyes travelled back to the game already taking place next to him. Still, no sight of you. Thankfully this time.

Hyunjin couldn't stop but wonder what you would've done, had you been there. He had been to a couple of parties you had attended as well, but he had always been too busy hooking up with someone else to pay attention to these games and its players. Had you ever played before? Were you the type to play this kind of game at all? Would you have played had you shown up tonight? Would he have been down to play if you had been currently sitting down on that circle as the bottle started to spin around?

He shook his head in a poor attempt to push all those annoying thoughts away, finishing the rest of his drink in one go and then fixing his eyes on Yerim.

"You want me to bring you another drink?" he offered, motioning to her almost empty cup.

God knows he needed another one.

She nodded, a smile curving up the corners of her mouth. "Another beer would be nice".

"Got it," he smiled, gently taking the cup from her hands and standing up. "Be right back".

His smile would only last the ten seconds span from the couch to the kitchen. The sight of Changbin's back and a pair of arms wrapped around his neck, was all it took for it to be erased.

Hyunjin stood there frozen, holding his breath without even noticing, as he stared at his friend making out with someone who looked a bit too much like you. And he could've sworn his heart stopped for a moment. 

Clearing his throat, he excused his way past the few people who were in the kitchen as well —mostly classmates of his that were too busy drinking to mind the two people making out right next to them— and made it to the fridge. Although he tried to keep his eyes focused anywhere else in the room, he could not help but take a look at his hyung. It was no news he disliked the idea of you and Changbin together, in any way possible.

He had already heard you two going at it in his room once, and he had seen you come out of said exact room the morning after. But he had never seen you actually kiss after that one time at the club, when he didn't really seem to care. And the annoying pressure in his chest right now could only tell him how much he genuinely despised the idea of you and Bin together. Even more than he had thought.

Until they pulled away and he realised it was not you. Nor did the girl actually look like you. And he felt like he could breathe and go on with his night again.

His mind was truly somewhere else tonight.

Taking a deep breath to try and compose himself, he proceeded to open the fridge like he had meant to from the beginning, so he could take a can of beer for Yerim out of it.

"Can you get me one?" Bin asked him from behind, earning a small jump from Hyunjin.

"Uh, sure" he mumbled, shakily reaching for another beer and handing it to his hyung. 

As Changbin opened it and took a sip, Hyunjin couldn't stop his eyes from travelling to the girl a couple of meters away, who was now talking to another of his classmates. He quickly recognized her as Soyeon, one of the popular acting majors he used to see at every other party, and he couldn't help but wonder how come he had for one second thought her dyed bright red hair belonged to you.

"Don't you even think about cockblocking me tonight" Changbin warned with a taunting smirk once he caught on Hyunjin's stare on her.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, leaning back on the now closed fridge. "Don't intend to".

"Because she's not Y/N," Changbin took a sip of his beer. "Otherwise you would've already been pulling her away, wouldn't you?"

"I wouldn't…" Hyunjin's voice came out way too uncertain for his own liking. "I thought you… she…"

Changbin followed his friend's gaze once more, a knowing smile parting his lips when his eyes fixed on Soyeon and he got what Hyunjin was trying to say.

"Y/N didn't come," he repeated what everyone had already let him know. "So don't worry, I'm not making out with her tonight".

Hyunjin scoffed. He did so not care about that. Although the last addition of the word 'tonight' did not sit quite well with him.

"I know".

"Go back to your hookup then," Bin motioned towards the beer Hyunjin was holding, guessing it was for someone else. "There's nothing for you to worry about here".

"I'm staying here for a bit longer" Hyunjin stated, placing the beer can on the kitchen counter and pulling his phone out of his pocket. "You can go back to sucking faces, though".

Changbin smiled, saying nothing more as he made his way back to the awaiting girl. Hyunjin gawked loudly when Bin's mouth crashed against hers — feeling accomplished the moment he got flipped off by his hyung.

Taking his phone out, he bit his lip as he considered whether he should do what he was about to or not. His thumbs acted before his mind, however, opening your chat and wasting no time on typing the words before he could give it another thought.

You had been on his mind all night, it was driving him crazy. Hearing his friends tell him you weren't coming was not enough anymore, he needed to hear it from you. Well, read it from you. That way he would stop thinking about you being there when you were not, and he would be able to focus on his night with Yerim.

What he didn't expect was for his plans to change as soon as you confirmed what he wanted to know and told him you were not coming, for his priorities to change the second you told him you were at the art studio alone and would be walking home on your own in the middle of the night, and to feel the need to go to you when, on top of all that, you said your head hurt.

He didn't even realise when he had told you he was coming to you, but he didn't regret saying it either. 

Grabbing the beer can once more and leaving the empty cup of soju on the counter —as he would not be drinking anymore—, he made his way to let his friends know he was leaving earlier and then to the girl who was still waiting for him on the sofa. She smiled as soon as she saw him walking towards her, and just for a moment, Hyunjin wondered whether he should fuck up this new chance he had to hook up with her, for you. It only lasted a second, then he was handing the beer to Yerim and explaining to her that an emergency had come up and he needed to leave right away.

So he left, with the promise of seeing each other later.

And then there he was fifteen minutes later, paying for a bottle of water for you after having dropped by his dorm so he could get you some painkillers for your headache.

Life surely was unpredictable.

—-—-—-—-—-—-—♡

Hyunjin hissed when he tripped on the main entrance's staircase, for a moment there wondering why the hell your faculty was so goddamn dark, before it hit him what time it actually was.

He had never been to the art studio at night. He had hardly ever made it to the art studio at all — mostly to one of the art classrooms whenever Mrs. Moon asked him to model for her students. Seungmin was the only friend of his who was an art major, after all, and he had never needed his presence at the studio other than for a few coffee runs here and there. Of course you were there, too, but up until last month he would never have gone all the way there just because you needed him to. Not past midnight at least. Definitely not when he was at a party, just about to hook up with someone else. Unlike now.

Something had changed, that he could not deny. He didn't know what exactly, or maybe he refused to put his finger on it because he did not like the answer. But something had definitely changed between the two of you for him to offer to bring you painkillers all the way here and to walk you home afterwards.

A small smile he could not suppress made its way to his lips as he thought about how ridiculous the whole situation was, how ridiculous he must've looked to his friends and anyone else when he told them he was leaving the party to go see you instead. God, he didn't even want to think about all the questions they would ask the next day.

At least he wouldn't look ridiculous by tripping again, he thought as he reached the hallway to the art studio and was met with the rather bright lights of it turned on, which he guessed was your doing as the self-proclaimed ultimate nerd. It didn't last long, though, for as soon as he entered the studio, he was met with mostly darkness all over again — a dim light coming from a lamp in the corner being all he could count on to recognize your sleeping figure by one of the desks.

Another smile took over his face at the sight of you, staring at you from afar for a couple of seconds before he quietly made his way over to you. Your face remained slightly hidden in between your folded arms over the table, messy strands of hair helping to cover you up some more, yet he still managed to get a glimpse of your closed eyes and the faintly still fresh painting under your body.

Taking a seat right in front of you and placing the bottle of water he had brought for you on the table, he found himself internally debating whether he should wake you up or not. He knew he had to, there was no way you were spending the night there, but you looked so peaceful right then, body softly moving up and down with each breath you took, that he couldn't help but feel bad to disturb your sleep.

"Y/N…" Hyunjin whispered after a while, reaching over the desk to gently shake your shoulder. "Hey…"

"Mm…" you whined, weakly trying to free yourself from his hold.

"Y/N," he shook you once more, this time getting you to open your heavy eyes. "You fell asleep".

"What time is it?" you mumbled, voice hoarse as you were just starting to take in your surroundings.

"A little past one" he let you know.

You nodded, muffling a yawn against your forearm before you sat up straight, tiredly rubbing your eyes and then fixing your hair at the realisation of Hyunjin being the one you were in front of — remaining absolutely clueless about the blue oil paint stain adorning your cheekbone.

He, on the other hand, didn't fail to notice as soon as your face was no longer hidden. A small, breathy laugh escaped his lips at the sight of it. Cute.

"Are you feeling better?" he wondered.

You shrugged. "Don't know…" your eyes wandered around the poorly illuminated room before they focused on him. "I think so?"

"You think so?" he chuckled. "You still need the pills?"

"Mhm…" you nodded. "I didn't make you come all the way here over nothing".

"You didn't make me," he corrected you, reaching into his jean's pocket for the painkillers tablet he had brought. "I offered".

"More like didn't give me a choice" you taunted with a small smile.

Hyunjin laughed, shaking his head in defeat. "You seem to be a lot better, you sure this wasn't a trap?"

You rolled your eyes, snatching the tablet from his hand and taking a single pill from it. "I guess the nap helped a bit".

"Mhm…" Hyunjin agreed, taking the lid off the bottle and then handing it over to you. "Good thing I came, otherwise you would've spent the night here for what I could see".

"My saviour" you cynically over-dramatized as you put the pill in your mouth, taking the bottle he was offering you and sipping down a good amount of water.

"You are very welcome" he smiled, cynically as well.

Only then a genuine smile took over your face, closing your eyes for a moment and leaning back on the chair as you waited for the pill to make effect.

It was oddly comforting how you could so easily go back to joke around with each other after what happened the last time you had seen each other, how comfortable you were in one another's presence even after you hadn't talked at all ever since, and after you had avoided him because you were sure you would burst into tears the moment his eyes locked with your still very embarrassed ones.

None of that seemed to matter right then. You didn't know why, maybe it was the fact that you weren't fully awake yet and didn't have it in you to be embarrassed, but you were thankful you didn't really have to address the past events in order for the two of you to be able to hang out again.

"Thank you," you spoke up after a while. "You really didn't have to come".

"It's okay," he reassured you, carefully watching you close the bottle and place it back down on the table. "I couldn't let you walk to your dorm alone at night whilst having a headache".

"You could've, actually".

"I didn't want to".

"Such a gentleman" you smiled, and he couldn't tell whether you were being honest or you were once again teasing him, like it was oh-so-usual by now.

Therefore, he ended up rolling his eyes and ignoring your comment altogether — eyes travelling down to the painting you had been working on instead. "So what have you been painting all night?"

"Nothing," you replied in a heartbeat, pulling your artwork towards you and under the table embarrassingly fast.

"That didn't look like nothing…" he pointed out, watching as you opened your backpack lying on the floor next to you and shoved the small painting inside. "Yah, why can't I see? I already saw some of it before you snatched it away".

"You don't just go around looking at a lady's painting, Hwang Hyunjin" you brought an offended hand up to your chest.

His mouth opened up in defeat, biting down on his lip to hide the smile that had just made its way to his lips at your words. "I won't show you any of my paintings ever then".

"You've never shown them to me anyway" you playfully stuck your tongue out to him. "You can just take a look around if you're that desperate to see my paintings, though".

"I wanted to see that one, though" he pouted.

Regardless of his bummed up statement, which you were not falling for, Hyunjin proceeded to take a look around your usual working place. 

He had seen most of it when Seungmin had asked him to bring the two of you some coffee over a couple of weeks ago, before the —not— double date you had gone on with him and Chaeryeong. Funny how this wasn't actually the first time he had dropped everything else to bring you something.

Everything was pretty much still the same, colourful canvases everywhere in the room making a mess of it, yet somehow filling its white walls with life. Yours in particular remained all piled up by the floor, next to your self-assigned desk. The only difference from the last time he visited was a rather big flower painting on what used to be a blank canvas on an easel. Although he knew you had gotten an A+ on your last assignment, he had never seen the final result, and it only took him one look at it to know why you got the grade you did.

He recognized the flowers on the canvas right away, although the entire scenery portrayed on it gave away that you had decided to paint the ones you had seen by the Han River — more precisely, the ones you had seen with him, when the two of you had gone away from your friends to give them some privacy and ended up wandering around for hours, sitting down after a good while on the green grass a few meters away from the water.

You had pointed out how pretty they were, and he had agreed. That was all there was to the purple lilacs you had dedicated your entire work to, as the rest of the day you had spent it sitting down there, talking and having a laugh. He didn't realise you had been looking at them every other minute, and he most definitely did not think you would get your inspiration from them. Something about the situation made his heart race, however… in a very nice way.

"Watercolor" Hyunjin mumbled, catching your attention as he stood up and walked over to your side of the desk, where the easel with your painting was.

"Huh?" 

"You ended up using watercolor," he explained, leaning in to take a closer look at it. "You weren't sure what technique you were going for back then".

"Ah, back at the river?" you guessed, receiving a small nod from him. "Yeah, I mean… I thought of playing it safe with oil painting, but…"

"I told you watercolor was the best way to go" he smiled triumphantly.

You rolled your eyes, standing up as well so you could get closer to him and get a better view of the painting you had already moved past from after it was graded. "Don't get so cocky now. I only went with it because it worked better with the result I was going for".

"Mhm… sure" he teased, dramatically placing a hand on his shoulder after you had lightly shoved him with yours.

"I'm never using watercolor again".

"Aw, never again?" he teasingly pouted, taking one step towards you.

"Nope," you stated. "Well, starting off once I finish the painting I promised Felix".

His eyebrows raised in surprise. "You're painting something for Felix?"

You nodded. "He saw my project when he came by the other day and asked me to make one for him. I mean, I'm sure he was like, half joking, but…"

"How come I don't get a painting from the next Picasso?"

A snort escaped your mouth, followed by an amused shake of your head. "You haven't asked".

"Can I get one?"

"I don't know," you played it hard, puckering your lips and looking at the ceiling deep in thought. "Will I ever get a painting from you?"

"I'm not an art major" he reminded you.

"Doesn't make you any less of an artist" you smiled.

Hyunjin couldn't help but mirror your smile, finding himself undoing the eye contact as he felt his cheeks suddenly burn. "If I say yes, will I get one from you?"

"I asked first".

"No, I asked first" he contradicted.

Rolling your eyes, you stood up straight and folded your arms under your chest. "Yeah, I can do that".

"Okay then," Hyunjin smiled. "I haven't ever painted for anyone, but I guess I could make an exception for you".

Lowering your head in a poor attempt not to show the beaming smile that had taken over your face, you cleared your throat, taking a step back and staring at the rather messy desk you had been working on —and sleeping on—, as you tried to control your heart from going wild.

"So we have a deal?" he leaned slightly in, looking for your eyes.

You nodded, finally looking up at him. "You're probably getting an oil painting, though. That's what I've been mostly into lately".

He chuckled, causing your heart to make another jump the second your eyes caught a glimpse of his hand getting closer. The space from his body to your face felt almost as if it happened in slow motion — until the warmth of his touch was comfortingly placed on your cheek, and his thumb rubbed ever so gently on it.

"Yeah, I can see".

"W-What?"

Hyunjin laughed breathily, running his thumb up and down your cheek once more. "Your cheek is blue".

Being hit by reality, you brought your hand up to cover it, later staring down at your art supplies and only then realising you had fallen asleep on top of the piece you had been working on that evening. "Yah, why didn't you tell me?"

Another laugh escaped Hyunjin's mouth, this time more of a giggle. "Because you look cute".

"Don't," you whined, rubbing your palm against your cheek to try and take the paint off. "I bet I look like an idiot".

"You look cute," he repeated. "I can help you even it up, though".

"Wha—"

Hyunjin's fingertips tracing against the until then clean side of your face was quick to cut your words off, having your stunned eyes travel down to the palette on your desk and then to his hand, only to be hit with realisation at the sight of his freshly yellow painted fingers.

Not like the mischievous smile parting his lips and the loud giggle that escaped them right after didn't give away what he had just done anyway.

"Hwang Hyunjin!" you recriminated him, reaching for the palette and staining your fingers with fresh paint as well.

"Wait, no" he backed away as soon as he saw you were about to take revenge. "No, I'm no—"

His mouth remained open forming a perfect 'o' once you had smashed a mixture of blue and yellow on his chin, being now his turn to watch you laugh.

That lasted a little over three seconds. After that, chaos was unleashed as he snatched the palette from next to you and started merciless chasing you around the studio. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" you pleaded in between your own laughter as you went around the desk.

"Saying sorry won't save you" he warned you, smiling when he managed to corner you against it and the wall.

"Careful with the clothes," you begged, holding your hands up in front of him for him to stay away. "Careful with th—Hyunjin!"

He threw his head back to let out a throaty laugh after having smashed some more paint on you, this time on your neck, as you had not stopped moving while he aimed for your chin.

"If you stained my sweater I swear t—"

"I didn't," he reassured you with a smirk. "This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't put paint on me".

You scoffed in utter disbelief. "Excuse me, you're the one who started".

Hyunjin chuckled. "I was only trying to even up the stain you gave yourself".

"It's only fair I even up that stain on your chin then" you nodded, reaching out to get more paint from the palette he was holding.

"It's right in the middle, there's nothing to even up" he pointed out, squinting his eyes at you after you had painted his cheek instead.

"Oops," you cynically pouted. "Seems like I will have to even that up now".

He rolled his eyes, both in amusement and resignation, and turned his cheek to you while he leant in, so you could get it over with. You smiled, letting out a giggle that had him smiling as well before he once more felt your fingertips trace against his cheek — this time slower, gentler, as you no longer feared getting caught by him.

"Happy?" he wondered, turning to you.

"Mhm…" you managed to get out, gulping down your nervousness at the sudden closeness — memories from the last time you had him this close invading your mind. "We should, um… I should get m-my things, so we can leave…"

"I haven't evened up the stain on your neck, though".

Your heart jumped, and a wave of heat reached your face. "Haven't you painted me enough?"

"Nope," he smiled, placing the palette down on the desk and taking some more blue paint from it. "It's only fair".

You rolled your eyes, clearing your throat as quietly as you could not to show how nervous you were. Nevertheless, you tilted your head to the side, resignatedly exposing your neck to him. "If you say it's only fair…"

He laughed under his breath, using one of his clean fingers to move your hair behind your shoulder and avoid getting oil paint on it. "You know it is".

You didn't know why you felt the way you did, he was literally just putting some paint on your skin like he had already done two other times by now, that was it. However, your knees went weak at the contact of his fingers against your skin — his every trace burning down each inch they touched. He had already painted your cheek and the other side of your neck, but his touch right then didn't feel quite like it had felt before.

Ten seconds felt like an eternity, as his gentle touch and his calm breathing hitting your skin had sent you over the moon.

"Are you painting something over there?" you wondered when his traces no longer felt like simple lines, earning a small laugh under his breath.

"Just a couple of lines" Hyunjin reassured.

You didn't buy it. "If you're drawing something embarrassing, I—"

"Okay," he mumbled, standing up straight with one last tap to your neck. "We're even now".

You leaned slightly back, trying your hardest to look down to your neck, although you knew there was no use. "It's done?"

Hyunjin nodded, smiling ever so softly when your eyes fixed on his. You had never seen that look on him, not towards you, and for a moment there you allowed yourself to have hope — hope about him maybe, deep down, having feelings for you, too.

And that hope was only reassured when his hand reached up to cup your cheek for the second time that night, rubbing tender circles near the corner of your mouth that took your breath away.

"I don't think there is anything else for you to even up now…" you pointed out in a whisper, voice failing you under his intense stare.

"Y/N?" he asked, eyes travelling from your lips to your anticipating eyes.

"Mm?"

"Does your head still hurt?"

You laughed quietly, breathily. "Kinda forgot about it with the whole you chasing me around thing".

Hyunjin smiled. "Good".

Just like that, he leaned in and closed the space between your mouths — plump, soft lips trapping your bottom one, as you remained too stunned to do anything other than close your eyes and get lost in the gentle touch of his you had craved for so long.

It roughly lasted five seconds, maybe six. Too short of a time for you to be able to tell whether you were dreaming or not. Yet that was all it took for you to wonder how you could have survived all this time without getting a taste of his lips. All it took for you to want more, for you to know you needed more.

One look at Hyunjin and the way his eyes once again travelled back down from your eyes to your mouth, was all it took for you to know he was feeling the same.

And just like that, his mouth was back on yours, and you confirmed this was indeed not a dream, nor your recent headache driving you mad.

You kissed him back this time, melting under the touch and taste of his lips, and the warmth of his hand as it travelled down from your cheek to your neck. Your hand rested comfortably on his chest while your other arm wrapped around his neck, tugging at his t-shirt when you stumbled against the desk he was cornering you against.

That seemed to give him the perfect opportunity to lift you up and sit you down by the edge of it, barely giving you time to adjust when his hands were tightly grabbing your waist and his mouth was back on yours. 

Bringing your other arm up around his neck as well, you tightened your hold around it, letting out a contented hum before opening your mouth and allowing his tongue to gently massage yours.

A part of you still felt like you were dreaming with each touch of his. The way his hands moved slightly down to your hips and tightened their hold on them to pull you closer to him, the way his thumbs caressed the spot they were resting on, the way his hot mouth felt on yours, and how his heavy breathing would hit your face… it all felt too perfect, too dreamy to be true.

It only hit you that you were in the middle of the art studio when Hyunjin's hand pressed to your lower back and his body leaned over yours, placing your hand on the desk to keep your balance and managing to press it down on the long forgotten palette instead.

"Wait, wait" you mumbled against his lips, pushing him slightly away by his chest. "Someone could walk in".

"Don't care" he whispered, trapping your lip in between his once more — only for you to pull away and stare at him with incredulous eyes.

"Are you drunk?" you questioned.

"No," his eyebrows furrowed. "I only had one drink the whole night, do I seem drunk to you?"

You denied with your head. 

He smiled, stealing another kiss from you. "Do I taste drunk to you?"

Your cheeks burned at his question. You denied again. "Last time, though…"

Hyunjin sighed, defeatedly resting his forehead on yours at the memory of the way he had pushed you away when Yerim walked into the dance studio. "I wouldn't have pulled away if you had been kissing me like this".

You playfully shoved him away, hearing a loud giggle escape his mouth as your face burned up harder. "You're the one kissing me".

"Maybe…" he murmured, already back at looking for your lips. "But you're not stopping me".

Rolling your eyes in feigned annoyance, you pulled him into another kiss, feeling like your heart would burst out of your chest when you felt his breathy laugh against your mouth, taking a moment to cup your cheek and deepen the kiss.

You swore you could kiss him all night. Especially since, even if it hurt to admit, you didn't know if you would ever get to kiss him again and feel as good as you were feeling right then.

This could only be a one time thing as far as you knew. You wished it wasn't. You truly wished it wasn't. But you were making the most out of it regardless.

No matter how long you could kiss him for, however, you knew reality would hit at some point. It was his phone buzzing in his pocket, the one to bring you back to it.

You had both ignored it at first, being too busy getting a taste of each other to care about anything else, but Hyunjin ended up breaking the kiss apart when it wouldn't stop — not without having first let out a frustrated sigh and mumbled a small 'sorry' against your swollen lips.

"You're not answering it?" you couldn't help but wonder after he had taken one small look at the screen and shoved it right back in his pocket.

He shook his head no, resting his hands on your thighs and smiling before pecking your mouth. "I can get back to them later".

You bit your bottom lip, smiling against his mouth when he leaned in to steal another kiss you didn't wait to return. "We should probably leave…"

"Mm…" he whined against your mouth. "Just a little more…"

A light laugh escaped your lips, pulling him in by placing your hand on the back of his neck and planting two chaste kisses to his needy mouth. "It's like, two in the morning by now…"

He sighed, reluctantly letting go of you and resting his forehead on your shoulder for a second before he stood up straight. "It's not that late but okay, let's go".

"I thought you wanted to go back to the party after dropping me off?" you pointed out, getting off the desk and going to pick up your bag.

"Nah, I'm not going back there" he shrugged,  rolling his eyes with a smile when you questioningly squinted your eyes at him. "I'm not!"

"If you say so…" you shrugged as well, throwing your bag over your shoulder and turning the lamp by your working spot off.

Maybe not the brightest of decisions, considering the room went nearly pitch black, if it weren't for the hallway's lights giving you some sense of visibility. That didn't stop you from stumbling against one of the chairs as you reached Hyunjin's side.

"Easy," he teased, grabbing your wrist even though you were far from falling down. You didn't protest. "Do I have to carry you out of here?"

"Shut up" you half whined, half laughed, sticking next to him as the two of you made your way out of the studio.

You couldn't help but smile as soon as the light of the hallway hit his face, only then realising how pink his lips were as a result of your previous doings. Somehow, that simple sight had managed to make the entire situation feel more real.

And if it weren't because you had gathered every single bit of self-control in your body, you would've pulled him into another kiss right then and there.

"What?" he dumbfoundedly asked at the sight of your shy smile.

You shook your head in response, trying your best to brush it off as you reached for his cheek and traced one of the oil paint stains your fingers had left. "You look ridiculous".

Hyunjin's mouth opened in full offense. "Here I was calling you cute, and now you go and insult me".

"Well, you do look ridiculous" you laughed, earning a small shove from his shoulder on yours. "Let's hope it washes off easily".

He shrugged. "It was worth it anyway".

Your heart jumped at the sound of his words, standing still in the middle of the hallway as Hyunjin resumed walking towards the exit. It didn't take long for him to realise you were not following — turning around and tilting his head when he saw you just standing there, staring at him in complete awe.

"You coming?"

You nodded your head, still a bit stunned as you were brought back to your senses. Taking a deep breath to try and collect yourself, you rushed next to him once again, so you could for once and for all begin your ten minutes journey to your dorm.

Although you didn't want this moment to ever end, and you loved the thought of walking home alone with him, a part of you hoped to get there soon. You didn't know how much longer you would last before the realisation of tonight's events hit and your knees finally gave out.

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[shoutokozume]

Bnha with a chubby girlfriend

Navi

Ft. - Bakugo, Kirishima, Denki, Todoroki, and Keigo.

Warnings - Afab, Suggestive, Swearing, insecure reader. Fluffiness...

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Bakugo Katsuki

° You doubted Bakugo would ever even date someone, especially you. The chubby 1a girl that was bullied all throughout middle school, no one thought someone big could be a hero. Even your own teachers doubted you, but an unexpected admirer always seemed to have your back when someone doubted your abilities.

"Oi, flat lips! Don't talk to l/n like you know her. She'll kick your ass easily, she doesn't have time for an extra like you so don't waste your time trying to bring her down! Asshole!" The 1a hothead screamed, making the 1c girl scurry away to her friends.

° Many were taken aback by his protective stance towards you, no one thought he'd care so much for someone that he'd stand up for them like that... He was usually the one bullying. That one lunch made his three month long crush on your painfully obvious, every student and there parents were chatting about the demonic boy finally softening up for someone.

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° Randomly gives you love bites when you're alone, cooking? Shoulder bite. Sleeping? Belly bite. Showering? Opening the door to bite your cheek and then leaves. You assume it is some type of stress relief to him, you've never asked him about it since you know he'd become all flustered and probably stop. You don't mind his small bites here and there, it reminds you a of a playful puppy... Especially when he growls.

° Grips the fat of your thighs whenever you two are watching a movie, the only time he doesn't is when he's watching a horror movie because he's worried his nails will dig in too deep. If he notices you dozing off he'll slap your thigh, grumbling about how he said you two should've watched it earlier. Despite his huffs and complaints, Bakugo will have no problem carrying you two bed if you grow too drowsy during movie night.

° Bakugo will hunt down any bully, and demolish them. He's even gotten detention for beating up Mineta when the gross perv made a joke about how low you are on his to do list. Your boyfriend treats you like the treasure you are, and guards you like you're worth billions of dollars. No one gets off easy when they make a stupid comment about your looks, not even his own mother.

° Feeds you every home cooked meal he makes, you're the only one allowed to eat his special meals. He'll say that he simply thinks the others aren't worthy of his food, but you know deep down he's worried they will find it gross. It's always delicious, making you come back for seconds and thirds. He always makes large portions, knowing his girl trains hard every day and deserves as many plates of yummy food as she wants.

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Kirishima Eijiro

° Lowkey a chubby chaser, not to make him sound perverted or sexualize the curvy community by any means. But the boy finds thick women so fucking hot, it's crazy. He wouldn't drool over you or make you uncomfortable by any means, that simply wouldn't be very manly of him. But he does secretly stare at your plump thighs all the time.

"I-I didn't mean to stare I swear I wasn't looking at your ass... I was zoning out and my eyes landed on your thighs which look really sof- Anyways I swear I wasn't being a perv, I would not want to make you uncomfortable y/n." Kirishima ranted on loudly, catching the attention of everyone in the library.

° Hearing the usually somewhat collected Red Riot rant on about how he wasn't staring at your bum was oddly cute, knowing just how flustered you could make him by barely saying anything. Knowing he wouldn't shut up anytime soon, you took his face in your hands and placed a gentle peck to his lips. Completely taking over his thoughts as he became putty in your hands.

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° Thighs thighs thighs... Thighs. That's all he thinks about whenever you two cuddle, whether it be laying his head in them, patting them, squeezing them, or rubbing them. He will be making contact with your natural pillows anytime he can, no matter the tempature. Most of your hickeys from makeout sessions or sex, are all on your thighs. He's addicted and there is no cure in sight.

° Has an urge to fight whoever makes mean comments about you, but his urges simmer down a bit when he realizes you'll need comfort more than anything. Eijiro will place you in front of a mirror and make you repeat all of the praises he spills out, not stopping until your tears dry and a small smile play on your lips. After your settled in and content, that's when he messaged whoever upset you, warning them that they will lose whatever battle they wanted with you.

° Places kisses across your body whenever you are going to sleep, stuffing his head under the blankets to kiss his way up from your thighs until he reaches the top of your head. Hearing your tired laugh as you squirm around when he reaches your belly never fails to make his heart melt, everything you do only makes him love you more and you don't even realize how easy you are making it for him.

° Won't want you to lose weight if it's for anyone but yourself, and if you're only doing it because you feel insecure. Kirishima will take you to the gym and help you diet if you're doing it to feel healthier or increase your quirk usage, but he'll remind you that you don't need to lose or gain any weight since you're beautiful as is. And if you lose or gain you'll still be gorgeous, he just wants to make sure you're mentally alright.

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Denki Kaminari

° You're slightly perverted best friend of seven years, the guy who you saw as unavailable for multiple reasons despite him being very attractive and kind. Neither of you wanted to cross that constantly hinted at line that was made between romance and friendship, which is why you walked into his dorm all prettied up for a date that never showed. He bailed on you while you were at the table he reserved, humiliating you.

"That guy is the biggest idiot in existence, and this is coming from the guy who fries his brain every next day. You seriously didn't deserve that y/n, how about you get some pajamas on and I'll make us some food so we can watch whatever show you've been binging. Think of it as a make up date for the failed one. " Denki suggested, wiping away your running mascara with a reassuring smile.

° Since then you two have settled into a healthy relationship, neither of you needed loads of conformation or elegant dates to realize how perfect you two were for each other. You needed some love and were slightly touched starved, while Denki is the clingiest person known to man. You'll be casually talking with Jiro about how much bullshit was on the latest test, then your boyfriend will pop up behind you wrapping his arms around your belly.

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° If he notices stretch mark cream in the bathroom, baby will be sad. He'll look at you like a depressed kitten, asking you why you would want to get rid of your cute tiger marks. He may be slightly dramatic at times, but if that's what it takes to make you realise you're perfect in his eyes than so be it. Denki will only do this when you two are alone, which is squeezing your boobs in a non sexual manner. He fidgets a lot, and will not hesitate to pinch your nips while he's zoning out.

° He will give you his last mochi... That's how much he loves you. Denki also calls you his mochi, or mochi girl, or mochi princess. Your cute squishy cheeks and adorable round tummy remind him of his favorite sweets, so why not call you by the sweetness that you are? Denki sometimes treats your cheeks like mochi, sucking and biting on them when he's hyper. You don't mind, but it can be a bit embarrassing having two huge hickeys on your face the next day.

° Has to zap Mineta daily for making fatphobic jokes about you, Denki will 100% clap back with jokes about his useless quirk and ugly face. Denki is a relatively laid back and fun guy, but he is serious when it comes to protecting you and encouraging your beauty. After shocking the classmate, he will shower you in cute praises. Sometimes getting lost in his own little world making his words come out dirtier and dirtier. Until you have to snap him out of it with a hot flushed face, but he won't be embarrassed, no he'll smirk at the effect he has on you.

° Nearly embarrasses you while going shopping, because he praises you so loudly. If you're showing skin and being the hot babe you are... Why should he not praise you? Jiro once had to put a hand over his mouth after going swimsuit shopping with you, that will not stop his constant finger hearts however. And if a certain brand never fits you or doesn't have a plus size friendly environment... Then he won't get that brand either. Even if he is a thin but fit body type, he's a hero and a true hero wouldn't promote such a toxic brand.

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Shoto Todoroki

° It's no surprise that Shoto has some issues and grudges when it comes to his relationship with his father, but it's starting to hit the tip of his blood pressure now. Endeavor noticed you in class 1a and immediately questioned why you were even there, only judging you by your size without even knowing your name or quirk. This hit a certain nerve within his youngest son, seeing as you've been so sweet to Shoto and often helped him heal after every test and battle.

"Her name is y/n, she's the third strongest in this class, she's smart, kind, and heals anyone she can. She'll be twice the hero you'll ever be, so can you not be an arrogant prick for one second of your life?" Shoto spoke up, making the few student left in class freeze. Even his father was taken aback by his words, Shoto was honest and somewhat cold sure... But he rarely got this heated up over someone.

° Before another word could leave Endeavors lips, Shoto was already ushering you out the door with his hand wrapped around your wrist. Until Shoto had a feeling that he was far away from the class, and everyone in general. That's when he stopped and finally looked you in the eyes, his gaze much softer and filled with so much joy just by looking at your cute round face. His large nimble hands cupped your face, allowing him to softly peck your lips once, twice, three times.

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° Never let's you visit his house if his dad is home, because he knows for a fact that he will bully everything he can find out about you. But if his dad is away, Shoto will kindly introduce you to Fuyumi and Naoto who happily welcome you into their home. If Shoto notices his dad coming home earlier than expected, he will rush you home before Endeavor can even sense your presence. He's not intimidated or scared by his dad by any means, Shoto just can't stand watching you become upset over the stupidity that Enji spills from his mouth.

° Shoto loves your belly, he doesn't know what it is about it but it just is very endearing to him whenever it pokes out from your shirts, or jiggle gently when you jump or climb up some stairs. This is why you aren't surprised to feel his cold and hot hands grip onto the bottom of your belly and squish it. Sometimes if he's playful he'll jiggle it carefully, but most times he does this is when he's tired or zoning out. Baby loves your tum and never wants it to go away.

° Todoroki loves to spoil you rotten, even if you reassure him that you don't need any gifts and his presence is a gift on its own. That will not satisfy him or his dads credit card that he steals all the time, so expect a lot of stuffies, jewelry, snacks, gift cards, and flowers. On Valentine's day he took you out to get some promise rings, but that's when he noticed your slight discomfort as you looked among the many gorgeous rings. You admitted that rings never fit your fingers, which only encouraged Shoto to find the perfect one... The one that will fit your cute stubby fingers.

° Todoroki knows about chafing, he never has experienced it himself but he's heard about it from Iida, Momo, and Uraraka before. Everytime you wear shorts or a skirt or anything that makes it so you can chafe, Todoroki will not hesitate to either lube up your thighs or give you a piggy back ride around town. He will even cool down your body with his quirk, and will reassure you that you are not too heavy.

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Keigo Takami

° Hawks has noticed you for a few weeks now, only ever going the shitty cafe just so he can get a coffee he will not drink from you. Your adorable tired smile as you greet him, your busty chest struggling to stay in your buttoned uniform, and your bashful state whenever he leaves you a flirty comment or wink. Everything about you was so addicting to him, and he hoped that he could meet you outside of the café. His hopes came true, but in an odd way. You boss fired you for getting a few orders wrong, and was screaming slurs at you outside of the café.

"Hey hey hey, calm down sir. You have no right to call this beautiful young lady any of those names, this woman right here is one of the only reasons anyone ever comes to this café. She's the only lively worker, tries to make the terrible coffee taste good, and tries her damn best to make someone's morning great. " Keigo stepped in, mentally scoffing as the man's behavior changed the moment he met eyes with a pro hero.

° Keigo flew you away from the shitty shop, placing you on the deck of your apartment as he felt his heart drop at your tearful state. His hands were quick to wipe your tears and pull you closer, his wings blocking any of the freezing wind that threatened to touch your soft delicate skin. He admitted that his agencies coffee shop was looking for a new cashier, and sent the email to the owner before you could even respond. He stayed with you on the deck til your breathing calmed, and even then he didn't want to leave you.

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° Keigo loves flying with you across the city at night, landing you on the highest buildings so you can gawk at the veiw for as long as you want. Despite your worries about weight, he never once even trembled while carrying your body across the skies. Everytime you sit down on one of the high buildings, Keigo will sit you on his lap and nuzzle his face into your shoulder. His bright red wings cradling your body carefully as you soak in the quiet moonlight.

° Keigo is a sweetheart, there is no doubt about it... But he can become a bit of a perv when he wants to. It often shows whenever he smacks your ass at the most random times, when you stand up from a movie night, when you first wake up, when you are going into a changing room... The list goes on. But the most predictable of them all is when you two shower together, his hands latched onto your rump as he pats a very off beat drum solo to his own amusement.

° Even if Keigo is a perfect boyfriend, a sweet hero, and a playful boy at heart. He's always terrifying whenever he finds out someone has made you upset, his passive aggressive nature towards them, his wings fluttering out to corner them, his voice a few octaves deeper than natural, and his eyes completely dark as they stare into the unfortunate soul that upset you. You are his most prized treasure, and he sure as hell will never let anyone try to belittle you and make you feel bad. Even if it means destroying them.

° Back to slightly pervy Keigo, he doesn't need a pillow to sleep when he has your boobs right in his face. He'll stuff his face under your shirt and between your mounds, lays on top of your shirt, will latch onto a nipple is he's extra clingy, will rub whatever boob he's not paying attention to, and always falls asleep on you within minutes. He loves your body, it's so soft and perfect for cuddles. Your boobs are no exception to this cuddling rule, in fact he's barely used any pillows after you allowed him to sleep on you.

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[fiction-giga]

"I love you"

30 Day Blurb Prompt Challenge - Wordless ways to say, "I love you"

blurb prompt link here

Day 1 - Holding their hand when they are shaking.

Warnings - Slight anxiety, start of a panic attack, fem!reader

Word Count - 772

The RV jostled slightly from a small bump in the road. Everyone was silent, so lost in their own mind and thoughts that conversation was shoved into the back of their minds.

Steve sat in the driver's seat, Nancy next to him on the passenger side. Robin and Erica sat directly behind Steve on a small bench. Max and Lucas sat across from each other at the small dining table. You sat in-between Eddie and Dustin on the very back bench. Everyone was clad in the gear they purchased from Warzone not too long ago.

The setting sun let a warm orange glow illuminate the RV. It should've been a fun memory. One with the kids playing card games at the table, Robin pestering Nancy and Steve, you and Eddie intensely discussing your next campaign in the back. It should've been filled with laughter. But it instead left an eerie feeling emanating around the place.

The silence was deafening, the only sounds that reached your ears was the soft melodic voice of Kate Bush and the soft hum on the tires rolling at a high speed.

You could feel your anxiety spike. Your mind had nothing else to focus on. No other conversations around you to distract you from the impending thoughts of the possible deaths of you and your friends. You were terrified that you had bitten off more than you could chew this time, not having Eleven to swoop in at the very last moment to help defeat the big bad upside down monster. She was halfway across the country, doing something sketchy with Mike, Will, and Johnathan. It didn't help ease your conscience one bit at the fact that the Byer's never picked up. Not in the two dozen times Max called, nobody picked up.

You could feel your breathing start to stagger, forehead starting to sweat a bit. You were trying to hold it together for everyone. It was the least you could do.

Everyone had managed to slap on a brave face, so why couldn't you? You've been in this position before, many times. And never, at any point, has your anxiety gotten this bad.

Maybe it was because you were going up against the final boss. Something so new that you were basing your entire operation off a D&D description. But this wasn't D&D. This wasn't a fantasy game.

Maybe it's because Eleven's not here. Or Hopper. Or Joyce. Or any of the people you would normally be relying heavily on.

Or maybe it's because this time, you have everything to lose.

All those other times you fought against an entity from the upside down, Eddie was safe. He was at home, practicing his guitar or reading his new D&D manual. Not here, next to you, about to put his own life on the line.

Your hands started to shake at the thought.

Eddie was risking his life. It wasn't just you anymore. It was the one person you cared about the most, the one person you couldn't live without, putting his life in the way of danger just as much as you. You could live if something happened to yourself. Hell, it wouldn't be the first time. But Eddie? No. Absolutely not.

Your eyes started to water. You could not, under any circumstances, let anything happen to him. He was your future, your whole world. How could you live without air? You wouldn't. You would just suffocate.

You felt your whole body tremble at the thought. You tried to take deep breaths, to push it all down, but it didn't work. Eddie had already noticed, it was too late to try and write it off as a cold chill.

"Hey," His soft voice cut through your rabid thoughts. His warm hand wrapped around yours that rested on your thigh.

His touch soothed you more than you thought it would've. It acted as an anchor, your anchor.

After a few deep breaths in, your breathing leveled out. His hand never left yours, his thumb soothingly rubbing small circles onto your thigh beneath your hand. His rings a cold contrast to his warm hand. it was a contrast you welcomed. One you felt comforted by. A sensation you had felt many times before, allowing you to easily get lost in the good memories of a time when you weren't about to risk your lives.

His touch was like a drug. One you wouldn't ever get enough of. The feeling of his calloused fingertips caressing your wrist. How his hands would naturally gravitate towards your. His own way of silently telling you, "I love you".

[blueicequeen19]

Mystery Blonde Pt. 2

Previous

Two weeks. That's how long it'd been since I fucked Y/N. Actually, she fucked me. She took her own virginity while riding me like a goddamn mechanical bull. All I have to picture is her face scrunched up in pleasure and I'm aching and hard all over again. I don't think I've gotten the damn thing to go down since that night. Even if I got the shit kicked out of me by Topper and Kelc. I've been laying low so I don't run into them again. I almost felt bad that I slept with Topper's girl. I should've tried harder to stop her. I didn't realize how drunk she was or that she thought I was Topper until he barged in with steam coming out his ears. Another part of me was sick with possession and obsession over the fact that she used me. I wanted her to do it again. I wanted her to take it from me again. Use me like her own personal fuck toy until she was done then go back to whatever shit Kook girls do. I groan, palming my dick through my shorts. I could still feel her squeezing me. Fucking me so good. Shit. I was about to cum in my fucking shorts.

I get up and go to the bathroom as I pull up her instagram. My little Kook was as sweet and innocent as they come, or so I thought. So she didn't have many pictures of herself posted but she was tagged in a few of her in a tiny swimsuit and that would do. I free my dick, almost groaning from releasing it, and start to stroke it as I look at her. I picture the look on her face when she popped her cherry. That moment of discomfort that finally turned to pleasure. How she road me like there was no tomorrow. The sweet sounds she made as she came. I tightened my fist, jerking myself hard and fast while twisting my hand at the head until I came hard in my hand. My legs shook as I snatched up a towel and cleaned myself off. That would hold me over for all of five minutes then I'd be hard again. I needed to see her.

That night I finally spotted her at a party. She looked like she'd been crying even with the heavy makeup she was wearing. Topper and his goons weren't giving her the time of day and I could tell it was bothering her. She must not have been paying attention because when I follow her upstairs and corner her in the bathroom, she acts like she's seen a ghost.

"What are you doing here?!" She shoves me in the chest and I resist the urge to pin her down against the counter. "You ruined my life! Topper wants nothing to do with me!" She shoves me again, her eyes filled with angry tears.

"Good. Screw Topper." I rasp, my dick swelling in my shorts like a balloon just by being this close to her. She was wearing a pink sundress with her hair tied back. I wanted to wrap her hair around my fist as I bent her over the nearest flat surface. I bet she feels even better from behind. A slap lands across my cheek and I blink back to reality with my eyes wide.

"Stop looking at me like that! You took advantage of me!" I scoop her up with an angry growl causing her to squeal as I sit her down on the counter. The music downstairs was nowhere near loud enough to drown out what I wanted to do to her at this moment. I thought she was a vixen when she was riding me but I was even more turned on by her anger.

"You,--" I suck in a breath as I find myself starring down at her cleavage, "--came on to me. You fucked me. You took advantage of me." I growl and her two hands come up to slap against my chest.

"I was drunk! I thought you were Topper! You made no move to stop me, you sicko." She hisses and I bite back a laugh. God. She was cute.

"You didn't give me any clue that you were looking for Topper. You threw yourself at me." I find my hands slowly sliding up her thighs, pushing her dress up inch by inch and she holds her breath, just watching.

"Y-y-you didn't stop me." Her voice comes out shaky, like she's out of breath. A blush covers her cheeks once my fingers brush against the hem of her panties. Her big doe eyes looked up at me again, silently begging me for anything. She could ask me for anything in this moment and I'd fucking give it to her.

"Hell no I didn't fucking stop you. And I'd do it again. Do you know how hot it was seeing you like that? Riding me like you'd die if you didn't?" She turns away from me embarrassed but I grip her chin, forcing her to look back at me.

"I can't get you out of my fucking head. I've been hard as a rock for two fucking weeks because I want you so badly."

"Stop. That wasn't meant for you. It was meant for Topper. He'll never look at me the same again." She bats my hand away and I hook my fingers into the elastic of her panties, yanking them off not too gently. causing her to whimper. I shove them in my back pocket for safe keeping.

"Good. Listen to me when I say, fuck Topper. He doesn't deserve you anyway. He only wanted you for your cherry and he would've cast you aside as soon as he got it." She slaps me again and I debate restraining her with my belt as my fingers dive between her legs. I smirk when I find her absolutely soaked and dripping. She was making a mess.

"W-w-what are y-you doing?" She pants, her eyes hooded with her lips perfectly parted as I caress her slick folds. I slip two fingers into the first knuckle then back out, her hips arching into me for more.

"I'm fingering you, sweet girl." I lean forward, my lips brushing her ear as I repeat the same movements with my fingers again. Her breathy moan hits my ear as I kiss just below hers. "I don't plan on letting you leave this bathroom until I get what I want so you can pretend I'm Topper again if that helps." She sucks a breath in through her teeth as I sink my fingers into the last knuckle. Still so fucking tight.

"Does that feel good?" I ask, mesmerized by the sounds and faces she's making as I move my hand back and forth.

"Yes." Her voice is low, eyes falling closed as her inner walls contract around me. I'd barely touched her and she was going to cum. I curled my fingers upwards, pressing into the spot deep inside her and her body jerks, a cry leaving her lips as she cums hard, her cream coating my fingers. I pull out and there's a faint streak of blood. The thought of her bleeding for me - twice - was enough to make me lose all restraint. I yank her off the counter and spin her around, forcing her to bend over so she's on full display for me. I kick her legs further apart as I lick her from one hole to the next.

"Don't--don't go back there. That's--." Her hands attempt to cover her ass but I swat them away, buring my tongue inside her tight puckered hole. I'd never eaten anyones ass before but hers was quickly becoming my favorite. I loved that she was embarrassed. I loved that she was allowing me to humiliate her.

"Don't get all modest on me now. Eventually it'll be my dick in there." I move down to her pussy hole and she groans.

"No." She pushes back against me in defiance and I press my finger against her ass.

"Yes." I growl, barely pushing the tip of my pointer finger inside. She gasps, her legs shaking as I tease her. There’s suddenly a knock on the door. She fights to right herself but I hold her in place while quickly undoing my shorts.

“Y/N? Are you in there?” Topper called.

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[chaotic-beautiful]

Random rambling on Porsche

I didn't feel for a second that his character is being extra or OOC with his 1st episode version. I mean , this is the same guy who snatched a watch from the hands of powerful ( possibly crime related ) man and later simply yeeted out of the boat , knowing full well they can shoot him from behind or spit Kinn in the face while being defenselessly tied up to a chair.

He believes in living dangerously , carefree. It's his character trait. That's who he is. That's what sets him apart. If he was orderly and disciplined like the rest, falling into the line easily, I don't think Kinn would ever have even noticed him, no matter how hot he is . After all, with Kinn's power and money , he probably has a collection of catalogs or something or pretty boys doing tours of his bed room. Porsche being the chaotic disaster and fearlessly upstart is kind of adorable for him and Kinn can never ignore him when he's around.

Porsche's behavior is what I call a coping mechanism. He must be feeling claustrophobic to be put on a place amongst a group of robotic ruthless hostile individuals who are keen on bullying him at every turn of the way , where he couldn't even contact his friends or brother to unwind , it's just a complete drastic change of lifestyle and life itself . Yes , he chose this life because of their circumstances. But he only signed up for being bodyguard , not for every single private aspect of his life being controlled and choked out . No going out, phone conversation recorded . Heck, I was feeling claustrophobic! What kind of people survive and thrive in a place like that ?? I almost wanted Porsche to just quit then remembered he can't. And I'm pretty sure he can't go back to his old bar tending job either because Kinn is a partner now , remember ?? So, he'd basically forced with only this option out. It's but natural that he'd flail a bit. 

And it's not like his luck is being very friendly with him either. Yes , certain things could have been avoided with tact and a slight upgrade of common sense but really some were just shitty luck. One thing leading to another .

As in the kitchen one. He was having a mild breakdown ( a completely legit one at that , a lesser man would've pissed his pants , but he is really tough ) .Poor guy was just wanting to have a quite moment of smoke ( in the kitchen that's never a good idea but his brain was kind of in shambles after literally having a bullet fly off 1/2 inch above his head ) and then the maid came and he'd make do in haste and that's just shitty luck that the 1st bottle of clear looking liquid he grabbed turned out to be of alcohol rather than water. And the alcohol thing was the same, he shouldn't have gotten drunk on the job. But he didn't really take it seriously how often and how brutal the ambushes on Kinn's life are. He probably thought his army of guards are like his army of cars , mainly to show off money and power .

Also, he probably should've been careful before having a fight with Macau, but really he was being such a little shit I wanted to slap the teeth out of M's jaw too. And he's completely used to the important members of the family always surrounded and accompanied by big fancy henchmen , so he didn't think one of them would be loitering around alone.

Truly the man is having a terrible, horrible, no good very bad first day,  is all.