#anyway new socks are cute and pretty and they have stripes | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

gabriel-xander · 8 days

Text

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

7: Your Mom Paid Me to be Your Friend (but She Forgot to Pay Me)

♪⁠────✿⁠(⁠✧◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕✧⁠)✿⁠────♪

You yawn dramatically, stretching your arms above your head but you end up knocking your knuckles harshly on the headboard above you.

Ouch.

That certainly woke you up. You reluctantly pull yourself out of bed, just sitting there for a moment with your eyes closed. You… You don’t feel like doing anything today, if you’re honest. You and Toriel made plans today to go buy groceries to try making a recipe you found in one of her books. Now that you’re actually awake though, you don’t want to do anything. You just want to waste away in bed for today.

You’re sure you’ll have more energy tomorrow-

Knock Knock Knock.

You cover your mouth with your elbow when you yawn again, “Yes?”

Toriel opens the door and enters the room with a smile, “Good morning, my child. Nice to see you are already waking up.”

“My body is getting into the habit of waking up at this time, I guess,” You reply, smiling at her, “Are we going out for breakfast again today?”

“I–Yes,” Toriel’s smile becomes a bit strained at your tone, “Take your time to get dressed as always, alright?”

“Mhm.”

She leaves the room swiftly and closes the door behind her. Her smile drops to an expression of sadness immediately. Toriel is sure that you didn’t mean to, but your tone was so exhausted, and not the type of exhaustion that came from drowsiness. You’re getting tired of routine already. You need something new.

Toriel takes a deep breath, nods to herself, and hardens her resolve. It’s going to be fine, you’re going to be fine. After all, there’s someone she wants you to meet (again) after breakfast.

⁠────

You tilt your head to the right.

Napstablook tilts his head (rather, the top part of his body) to the right.

You tilt your head to the left.

Napstablook tilts his head to the left.

You straighten up.

Napstablook also straightens up.

You grin, “Hey, man! You’re that ghost from my second day here, the one who’s really good at fake sleeping!”

The ghost perks up with a little smile, “you remembered me…?”

“Of course I did! You’re one of a kind, you know,”

A red, ghosty blush appears on his cute little face. As you and Toriel returned from breakfast, you were surprised to see Napstablook just waiting outside, lying down and (presumably) feeling like garbage while a song blasted from his headphones. When he noticed you two, he swiftly got up, and his headphones disappeared somehow.

Wow. That was pretty cool. You have no idea how he did that.

“um… i was wondering if… if you would like to hang out…” The ghost asks awkwardly, “but i understand if you don’t want to… no pressure…”

“Wait, really?” You smile wide, “Yeah, that’d be great, dude! Oh, I’m [Y/n] [L/n], by the way. But just [Y/n] is fine.”

Yep! Napstablook already knows, but he nods anyway.

“i am napstablook, but you can call me blook, or blooky…” He looks at Toriel, “if it’s okay, i’ll take [y/n] to my favorite music store here in the ruins…”

You expect your girl-dad to interject and say no, but to your surprise, she’s wearing a happy smile and nodding. “Of course! Though, I must ask you, Napstablook, to please take care of her. As you know, monsters might be eager to fight a human, and I cannot bear knowing she’ll be hurt.”

“of-of course… miss toriel…”

“Just Toriel is fine.”

“right…” Napstablook looks at you with a nod, “if you’re ready now, we can get going…”

You blink, “Oh, right! Uh, wait–my clothes…”

You’re not wearing your striped dress right now. Of course, during your time here, Toriel was more than happy to take you shopping and even made a few things for you as well. She understands you don’t want to be perceived as a child 24/7 so the only other striped clothing item you have are some ugly socks you got. Right now you’re just wearing simple dark leggings with an oversized purple sweatshirt.

If you’re going out with someone who isn’t Toriel, wouldn’t it be safer to switch into your dress? (The whole “it’s a monster’s custom that children wear striped shirts” thing and Toriel believing monsters might not be as aggressive if you’re a kid.)

“I think it should be fine, my child,” Toriel says, knowing your concerns, “After all, I’m sure Napstablook will make sure to take good care of you.” She gives the ghost a deadly glare, “Correct? You will make sure to do your best to protect my dear [Y/n], will you not?”

Poor Napstablook tears up, “yes! yes, i-i-i will…!”

“Hey, hey, hey! No need to be so strict, T!” You laugh nervously, stepping in between her and the ghost, “You’re forgetting that I’m a tough cookie! I’m not gonna hurt anyone, and no one is gonna hurt me. Besides, I think most of the monsters here in the Ruins have seen me with you and will know better than to try anything even if you’re not around.”

She sighs, “Yes, perhaps you are right. But still, both of you, be good, alright?”

“We will,” You’re about to put your arm behind Napstablook to redirect him away, but you remember that you’d phase right through, “Anyway, let’s get going, Blooky.”

He nods frantically, floating by your side as you two begin to leave back to the city. Toriel balls up her fists, trying to suppress her anxiety.

You’re right…You’re right, you are very resilient and you tend to stand your ground even with Toriel. It’s not so much that she’s worried the other monsters will attack you, they’ve all gotten to know your face, and even greet you casually now.

Toriel is just nervous because of that flower monster that almost killed you the first day you arrived here. There still has been no sign of it, and it’s the main reason why Toriel wants you to stay in the house if she’s not out accompanying you instead. Hopefully, Napstablook will take what Toriel asked of him yesterday very seriously.

⁠──

Toriel was outside, sweeping up the fallen leaves from the tree again. She knows that it’s an endless cycle of the leaves falling, so she focuses on making sure the leaves are neat and don’t look out of place. You had turned in early for the day, and are sleeping peacefully.

“I spent all day trying to do some personal research on souls from your books. Did you know that all human souls contain something called Determination?”

You were telling her yesterday, books scattered around you and the floor with your notebook (that she bought for you) in front of yourself. You were in the lounge area on the floor, scribbling notes while looking through the books. You never liked sitting in the big chair since “that’s Chariel, the beloved living room chair,” so Toriel had put out a rug on the floor to make it a little more comfortable for you.

“I wanna take a nap though. I know it’s annoying, but can you NOT clean this up?” You asked her while getting up, “I wanna pick up where I left off later, and I don’t wanna lose my spot. But I used enough brain power the last hour, I’ve earned a little nap.”

You did not take a little nap, you passed the fuck out. Still, Toriel respected your wishes and left the books on the floor. Since you slept so early, Toriel decided to take this time to tidy up outside.

That’s when a friendly little ghost sauntered up the house. He looked extremely nervous, but Toriel was more focused on her mystery friend finding the right ghost so soon! She straightened up and cleared her throat.

“Welcome, welcome. You must be the ghost from all those weeks ago,” She sets the broom aside against the tree, “I am Toriel, thank you for taking the time to come here.”

“oh… it’s no problem…” Napstablook purposely avoided Toriel’s eyes from anxiety, and if he had hands, he’d nervously be fidgeting with his fingers, “did… did i do something wrong…?”

“Oh, no! Not at all. On the contrary, I’d like to talk to you to ask for a favor.”

“a favor…?”

“As you know, there is a human that is staying with me. Her name is [Y/n] and she has been here for almost a month now.”

“ah, right…” Napstablook nodded, “that human child who believed in my fake sleeping… she was really nice…”

“Yes, about that. She…” Toriel took a deep breath, “[Y/n] is not a child, she is a grown woman. She and I both have our hesitation when it comes to her interacting with the other monsters for this reason. Not only that but there is a particular monster that has it out for her.”

Wait, so you’re not a kid? But what about that striped dress you were wearing? Don’t you know only kids wear striped shirts? Well… Yeah, okay. You’re a human, you wouldn’t know that. Still, it makes sense why Toriel was giving him the stinky eye when he first met you. If monsters have no problem killing a child whenever one falls into the Underground, then of course they might be harsher when it comes to an objectively scarier adult.

“[y/n] isn’t a mean human, is she…?”

“No, she is rather kind. She has her… eccentric moments, for sure. And perhaps her humor can be… not for everyone, but she is a kind human,” Toriel shook her head dejectedly, “Which is why I cannot fathom why there is a particular monster who is after her so violently.”

Napstablook, for some reason, can only think of Sans.

“wha-what do you mean…? what monster?”

“There is some type of flower monster that nearly killed her were it not for me interfering just in time.”

Phew. Oh, okay. So NOT Sans.

…

That is still concerning, though.

“I can’t be too careful when it comes to her safety, so I made sure to only allow her to leave the house as long as I accompanied her. But… As you may be able to guess, the lack of new companions and staying indoors so often can be rather lonely for a human like her. Not even my companionship can help her.”

Toriel took a deep breath, “So if it’s all the same to you, I would appreciate it if you could spend some time with her out in the city–here in the Ruins. And make sure she stays safe as well. She expressed once or twice that she was interested in getting to know you, so I figured if I were to ask anyone, it would be you.”

…

Huh?

Is… Is Toriel basically asking him to be your friend and your bodyguard?? That’s all she wants from him? Sans made him think something super serious was going to go down, or that he’d have to be careful of the human trying to murder his face. Toriel has no reason to lie to him about the human’s nature. And just like he suspected, you’re kind and Toriel agrees to it, too. That thing about a flower monster wanting you dead for no reason though…

Napstablook has some (self) doubt.

“you… you want me to hang out with the human-”

“-Her name is [Y/n].”

Napstablook winced, “right, sorry… but… you want me to hang out with [y/n], and… protect her…?” He looked away, “i don’t know if… if i’m strong enough… i can do my best, though…”

She sighed, “[Y/n] is not so weak that she needs a demanding presence over her shoulder, but there is only so much she can do by herself. I just don't want anything to happen to her, but I cannot have her stay inside all day, either.”

Napstablook nodded slightly, “yeah… i’m not very social myself, but i still go out and talk to other people because i know it’s good for me…”

“Then please, tomorrow once [Y/n] and I have breakfast, come by and take her out to have some fun.”

“yes, miss toriel… i can do that…”

“And Napstablook?”

“ah, yes?”

Toriel looked at him with desperation, “Please… Please don’t share this information about my dear [Y/n]. There’s no telling what might happen if word got out that an adult human is living in the Underground.”

⁠────

Napstablook smiles at your eagerness, and content as you take a seat on the piano stool. This place is small and doesn’t have a lot of variety in instruments. But you don't seem to mind at all, in fact, you were super excited to go to the different instruments going “Lookie!”

“Not to give myself a congratulatory slap on the ass cheek, buuuut I’m pretty mediocre when it comes to the piano.” You… gloat?

“aw, i’m sure you’re great…”

“Oh, I was just joking, Blooky.”

“oh……. so-”

“-If you apologize one more time, I’m gonna sing your praises passive-aggressively. Want me to do that again?”

Oh, God. 10 minutes ago you had stopped him in the middle of the street and started yelling nice things at him! It caused a scene (only 2 monsters were watching) and your kind words brought him to tears! You said things like: “Oh, look at me! I’m Blooky! Everyone is always so happy to see me, and the room gets brighter when I float in!”

THAT’S… THAT’S SO??? NICE? BUT CONFUSING?!

So no, Napstablook is not looking forward to that again.

He frantically shakes his head, “n-no…! no, i’ll stop apologizing…”

“Aaanyway! I can play a few songs on the piano. I only bothered learning when I was in my Theater Kid Arc™.” You tell him, “I think I know just the one, too. Ready to hear my tunes?”

“yeah, let's hear what you got…!”

You make a show of popping your fingers dramatically before playing…

“It’s Raining Somewhere Else.”

Yep. You’re hella corny like that. You know a few Undertale tracks because Undertale was at its fucking peak while you were in high school. And no, the Undertale OST is not the only music you bothered to learn, but how are you not going to play absolute banger?

You never managed to learn “Megalovania,” though. You learned the other variations of it, such as those really sad piano cover versions that people go crazy over. You don't know if you remember it well, though. Ah, but one of your other favorite ones was always “Waterfall” since they were just lovely.

Anyway, short story long, you know how to play piano originally to woo your old love in theater club, and guess what mother fuckers?! It fucking worked so it paid off!

In any case, Napstablook looks like he’s really enjoying it! You guess you could say…

It was…

Resonating with his soul!

Ahh, you’re so funny!

Anyway, it seems some monsters are coming closer to listen in. Oh boy, guess you’ll have a chance to show off those songs too if they think you’re here to perform.

⁠────

After getting you back to Toriel and agreeing to visit again tomorrow, Napstablook leaves the Ruins with a smile on his face, and a pep to his ghostly… floating? He left in a good mood, and for once, he was looking forward to hanging out with someone again. He’s humming that first song you played on the piano, wondering if you’d appreciate him trying to replicate the tune to make into a remix-

“napstablook.”

“AHH!!”

The ghost spins around with fear and tears in his eyes, clutching his invisible pearls close. He sighs heavily in relief and slight irritation when he sees who it is. The skeleton monster is sitting casually by the big bush right outside the Ruins’ doors. Sans’ grin widens slightly while he pushes himself to stand.

“ah, sans… it's… it's just you…” Napstablook wants to cry, “were… were you waiting for me the whole time…?”

“nah, i got here a short while ago and took a nap,” Sans answers honestly with a shrug, “so? what happened? what did the lady want from you?”

Oh, right. Napstablook was supposed to be some kind of double agent. But now that he knows the situation is different, he can’t help but feel bad that he originally had ulterior motives.

“uhm… i’m not sure if it's okay for me to say…” Napstablook looks away.

Sans feels his eye socket twitch. “oh, come on, bud. was it really that bad?”

“it's not that, but i was asked not to tell…”

“it’s a little too late for that, don’tcha think? I already know there’s a human in the ruins.”

“right…”

The ghost sighs heavily. Well… it should be fine if he just doesn't tell Sans too much, right? He doesn't think Sans is malicious and will abuse this information, but Toriel specifically asked him NOT to share about you.

“well, miss toriel wanted-ah, toriel is that monster lady who asked for me.”

“huh? oh, uh, good to know.”

“all miss toriel wanted was… she just wanted me to hang out with the human…”

“…? and?”

Napstablook shrugs the best he can, “that’s it. we went to the small city in the ruins and hung out at the music store… she’s really good at playing piano, you would’ve liked it, i think…”

…HAH?

“huh…” Sans furrows his brow-bones together, “did toriel say why?”

THIS part Napstablook feels like he really shouldn't share at all. Maybe he can lie by omission.

“uh… just that she’s lonely…”

“…uh huh…”

“this human is really nice, you know…” Napstablook continues to say, feeling as if he should defend your honor, “she said she doesn't wanna leave the ruins any time soon, so i don’t think you have anything to worry about…”

Sans snorts, “i’m not worried about, anything, buddy.”

“but yesterday you said you were worried…”

Curses! He’s been caught!

“meh, things change.” Sans shrugs, “so, what's the human’s name, huh?”

“……………i can't say.”

“oh-really?”

“sorry, sans,” Napstablook says immediately at the other's deadpan tone, “but miss toriel asked me not to say anything, to begin with…”

The skeleton monster resists the urge to run his hand down his face. He supposes he should’ve expected this. Napstablook is a good egg and willing to help out, but he’s too straight-laced. And the thing is, Sans could easily find a shortcut into the Ruins to see for himself, but he’s sure the other monsters would say something about a mysterious skeleton sighting.

“nah, i get it. thanks anyway, bud,” Sans gives the anxious ghost a friendly wink, “i gotta stay out here anyway, but you’re free to go.”

“oh… okay… see you later, sans…….”

“see ya.”

Napstablook doesn’t think he can handle it any longer, and just straight up fades away to avoid being looked at. Ugh, he was having a good time, but now he wants to go home, lay down and feel like garbage.

Tag List

@lemonboy011

#fanfiction #reader insert #female reader #don't forget fanfiction #sans undertale #sans x reader #undertale #sans #toriel #napstablook

6 notes · View notes

hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf · 2 years

Text

Pretty Peach

sub!jisung x fem reader

Trigger warnings: n/a

Content warnings: names (pretty, honey boy, angel, pumpkin, baby, peach, kitten, darling, babydoll, baby boy, princess, pretty peach, sweetheart, good boy), vibrators, bound wrists, oral (m&f receiving), breeding kink (i’m so fucking sorry), overstimulation, dacryphilia, jisung wears a skirt and has a noona kink, established relationship, unprotected sex (for the love of god don’t be silly, wrap your willie).

Summary: your boyfriend acted up while you were at work, now he has to face the consequences.

Word count: 5424

A/N: y’all i wrote this a year ago. i am so ashamed of how bad i wanna dom this man and i am sorry for who i am as a person. i had a thought about domming him like two years ago and it ruined my life. i was a pillow princess until this man came into my life. anyways. i apologize specifically for how i wrote the breeding kink, it is deeply troubling to my soul, i am a fundamentally flawed being. anywaysssss consider following me here (and consider turning on post notifications for regular uploads!) and maybe follow my main here! also, requests are open!

Smut below the cut

The puffy cheeks and innocent demeanor were lies. Han Jisung was the freakiest little thing you’d ever met. He was sweet as pie, sure, but the horny little fucker was adventurous and not afraid to let you know what he wanted. So you weren’t surprised when you came home to find your boyfriend sitting on his knees in bed, ankles turned out cutely so his ass was sat on the bed instead of on his feet.

“Hey, pretty. Looks like you missed me today, huh?” You smiled as you toed your shoes off, looking at him over your shoulder. The baby purple skirt and matching purple and white striped sweater looked adorable on him. But he also looked fucking hot given how the color contrasted with his skin tone in a way that made him glow.

Of course, his smile was even brighter when he heard the name and he nodded quickly. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. Wanted to come see you but I didn’t think that was a good idea.” He hummed, placing his hands between his thighs and propping forward on them. That’s what drew your attention to the tent.

“Mm I think my honey boy missed me even more than he says.” You tease as you walk to the edge of the bed. “After all, Ji, you’re dressed up and half hard. It seems like you really, really missed me.” You hummed and leaned in, taking his chin in your hand and forcing him to hold eye contact with you as his cheeks squished his lips into an adorable pout. “Did you have any fun without me, angel?”

His doe-like eyes widened even more but he didn’t dare lie. He knew better. “Yes..” he admitted, looking down to your lips. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you and I got too worked up...but I stopped!” His eyes snapped back to yours as he tried to assure you he’d realized his wrongdoings. “I stopped...it’s always better with noona. ‘N’ I like being a good boy so I stopped and got all dolled up for you..” he murmured.

It was hard to act angry but you had rules for when he was being subby and he’d broken those rules. “So you played with my belongings and then when you realized you’d get in trouble, you tried to hide it?” You saw his face fall and pulled back with a sigh, letting go of his face. “Pumpkin, you know the rules. But since you realized you were bad, why don’t we try out a new punishment? The one we discussed last weekend.” He nodded and sucked his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I did some research and managed to find something suitable at the hardware store on my way home today. While I go get that, I want you to get the box.” You left to get the bag that held the rope and heard his footsteps rush towards the closet. At least he was being obedient. But he sure as hell was gonna be disappointed when he realized he wouldn’t get to touch you.

When you came back, he was standing by the bed and opening the box for you. His cute little cat print knee socks were slipping down slightly and he already looked disheveled. Cute. “Angel, why don’t you have a seat while I pick out some toys?” You hummed as you pulled out the rope. It was a white cord that wouldn’t chafe the skin easily. Since you were just experimenting and didn’t know if either of you would actually like the restraints, you only got enough to tie his wrists - or yours when he got dominant - because getting enough to rig him to the bed or make a pretty design would be wasteful if neither of you liked it.

You could tell by his expression that he was giddy despite being apologetic about being bad and you felt satisfaction flood your body. It’s a shame he wouldn’t know what hit him. You laid the rope down and began to rummage through the box, picking out his favorite vibrator when you finally found it. It had been a while since you’d used it on him so it had shifted to the bottom of the box. Lately he’d been the one rearranging your guts so only your favorites had been used.

“What do you think, baby? Anything else I should use?” He quickly shook his head and fiddled with his fingers in his lap. “No, that one is good. I like that one.” You nodded and closed the box, setting it aside and grabbing Jisung’s sleep mask from the night stand.

“That’s everything then.” You hummed and sat on the bed, scooting back to the headboard and crossing your legs at the ankles. “C’mere, peach.” You patted your thighs and he eagerly crawled over to sit on your lap. “Can you show noona how sorry you are?”

His sweater paws rested on your shoulders as he leaned in to kiss you, knowing how much you adored his kisses. His plump lips met yours and you felt him relax as your hands went to his hips. You knew he always needed that gentle reassuring intimacy when he subbed and you could never deny him that.

Your lips danced with his for a few seconds before you sucked on his lower lip, nibbling softly in order to work him up, not that he needed any working up. You were rewarded with a soft gasp and a squeak as you bit down on his lip, feeling him tense up a bit. He was always so responsive and sometimes it drove you up the wall.

Your grip on his hips tightened as you parted for air, giving him an unreadable expression. “You gonna be a good boy and let me make you cum?” He nodded quickly and you couldn’t hide the small chuckle that escaped. Always eager.

You untucked his sweater and pulled it over his head, exposing his toned, honey colored tummy and surprisingly-pumped chest with a sigh. God he was pretty. What a shame you couldn’t spend all your time worshiping him. You dropped the sweater on the bed and pulled him in a little closer, one hand tangling in his hair to tug his head back while the other moved to squeeze his ass. The second his neck was exposed, you attached your lips to the golden skin and were immediately met with a little whine.

His sounds always turned you on but you ignored that for now, determined to get him riled up. When you bit down on his shoulder, he let out a high-pitched whimper and you felt his hands fly to your biceps as if to ground himself. Pointless, really. You’d found the spot that made him sing and there was no hiding it anymore.

Your grip on his hair tightened as you focused all your attention on that one spot, biting and sucking as he moaned until he wiggled his hips. When you pulled back, his shoulder was already bruising and his face was flushed. The poor thing loved hickeys but he always got so worked up when you gave him even one. Cute.

“Aww, Ji, already gonna beg for me? How sweet. I haven’t even started, angel.” You mocked as you let go of his hair and made him let go of your arms. “Lay down. Get comfy because you’re not moving unless I say so.”

Ever eager to be a good boy, he scrambled off your lap and got himself in a comfortable position as you picked up the rope. You didn’t even have to say anything as you removed the string they’d used to keep the rope neat at the store. His hands were already up in the air, wrists ready to be bound as you straddled his hips. Cute.

You began to wrap the rope back and forth around his wrists, feeding the ends through and tightening everything down when you were satisfied. “Mm it’s not very pretty but how does it feel?” You asked, watching as his cheeks burned a soft pink.

“Feels nice..” he murmured, averting his gaze. It was obvious he liked this a lot more than he was letting on. He was blushing and you felt his cock jump the second the rope started to get tighter. He was just trying to stay calm and collected so he wouldn’t get on your nerves. Of course, he could never. He was too fucking cute for you to be annoyed, especially in bed.

“Good. Now, since this is a punishment, I can’t just tie you up and fuck you. That would be more like a reward, don’t you think?” He nodded slowly, nibbling on his lower lip. “So here’s the twist, kitten; you won’t be able to see what I’m doing. You’ll be stuck anxiously awaiting my next move. And if you cum before I say you can, you’ll be begging for me to stop. Do you understand?” He nodded again and bit back a whimper when you moved away from his dick. If you’d been more angry with him, you would’ve mocked him for being so turned on and being so obvious about it since he was in a skirt. But he’d apologized and only deserved a mild punishment.

“Hands on your chest. If you touch me without permission, I’ll have to spank you. And as much as I love watching your ass jiggle, I don’t like causing you pain unless you beg for it.” He immediately pulled his wrists to his chest as he watched you untuck your blouse.

The buttons were easily undone, given how stretched the buttonholes had become. You were constantly having to mend this shirt in particular because it drove him wild and you were positive there were lost buttons under the bed at this point. He had no self control when he saw the slinky plum blouse fall just right over your cleavage.

You dropped the blouse with his sweater and watched his eyes gloss over as he focused on your chest. He was definitely a boob guy so you made sure to always wear relatively sexy bras unless you were working out just so you could get under his skin. You noticed his tongue dart out to wet his lips and chuckled. “Like what you see, angel?” His eyes stayed trained on your chest and he nodded quickly. “Mm too bad you won’t be able to see them for much longer. Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you touch after I’ve finished with you.”

As if the promise of cumming wasn’t a big deal anymore, he nodded vigorously. He’d do anything to play with your tits. You, of course, loved when he did, so you usually didn’t turn him down. You didn’t waste much time in discarding your gray dress pants, far more interested in teasing him at this point. Once you crawled back over him, you grabbed the sleep mask and held it up. “Ready to go lights out?” He hid his pout well and nodded. “Words, darling.”

“Yes, noona..” he mumbled, fighting to keep his focus on your face. You just leaned up and put the mask on him, making sure he couldn’t see before settling back on his thighs. You’d discovered how much he liked sensory play relatively early on in the relationship when he woke up to you helping him out from an erotic dream and he didn’t bother to take the mask off, becoming a mess from every unexpected touch.

So when your nails lightly scratched along his abs and he let out a sigh, you knew this would be more fun with the rope. He couldn’t guide you to where he wanted your attention, whether that be his chest or his dick. He just had to deal with it.

It was easy to get him begging with your hands roaming his body. He had always been responsive, even when he was the one leading. The fact that he got turned on from so much as seeing your collarbone made your life interesting to say the least. So you weren’t surprised when you leaned down to lightly bite down on his nipple and were rewarded with a loud whine. The poor thing was always so horny.

His hands were fists on his chest as he made sure he wasn’t touching, wanting to be your good little boy. After teasing his nipple for a moment, you decided to nip at his fingers. He always loved when you did that and you wanted to hear his desperate moans. You gently took his hands and unfurled them, kissing the tips of his index fingers before biting down softly. The whine that met your ears was fucking delightful and you smirked briefly before doing it again. “Tell noona what you’re thinking, babydoll.” You cooed teasingly as you moved to his middle fingers.

He huffed cutely, clearly embarrassed but not wanting to disobey. “Want noona’s pretty lips on more than just my fingers..” he admitted shakily, his body tensing up as you started to grind down on him. “W-wanna feel you suck my cock..” he added before you even had the chance to prod further. He knew you wanted him to use his words.

“Yeah? Want me to suck you off until you’re about to cum and then ride you and make you cum inside?” He nodded all too quickly and whimpered. “Well if you’re a good boy, you can give noona your babies.” You hummed as you gently raked your nails down his abs.

Your hands didn’t stop at the waist of his skirt and he pouted despite his best efforts but he quickly caught his bottom lip between his teeth when your fingers began to snake up the bare skin of his thighs. You loved fucking him while he was still half dressed and you planned to do it again. As your hands slid up to his hips, you were surprised to find he wasn’t wearing his panties and scoffed as you fought back a smile. “Kitten, I think you forgot something.”

He immediately shook his head. “They were too tight. It hurt..” he explained pathetically and you pouted at him. “Poor baby got so hard you couldn’t even wear your panties? Don’t worry, peach, noona will fix it.”

You could see his face light up in anticipation already and just shook your head as you flipped his skirt up. “So needy for me..” you teased as your eyes landed on his angry red cock. He had such a pretty dick, really. A perfect seven inches long and about two inches thick. He was extremely well-endowed and you were surprised no one picked up on it whenever he wore those tight leather pants you loved so much.

His cock was already drooling and your mouth watered at the sight, your lip catching between your teeth as you wrapped your hand around him. He gasped loudly at the contact and bit down harshly on his lip to stifle a whimper. “I’ve barely touched you and you already sound so wrecked, baby boy. You think you can make it?” You teased as you slowly started to jerk him off, blowing on his tip.

“I-I can! I can be a good boy for noona!” He assured you desperately as you lightly kissed the tip, his voice already an octave higher. “Gotta be a good boy for noona..” he whispered more to himself as you teased him.

“That’s right, princess. And what happens if you’re not a good boy?” You hummed, stroking him lazily. In reality, this was torture for both of you. He was so fucking cute and you just wanted to fuck him until he screamed.

“D-don’t get a break. A-and noona won’t take my babies..” he whimpered, his legs tense as he fought to stay still. He was desperate to be good. He was always so desperate to be your good little boy.

“That’s right, kitten. And we both know how bad you wanna fill me up and see me waddle around carrying your babies.” You cooed mockingly as you tightened your grip. “Try to hold still for me, angel.” You hummed before taking his tip in your mouth and earning a high pitched whine of pure delight as his whole body tensed up.

Your tongue swirled around the tip as your hand worked the rest of him, dragging more whimpers and whines from him. Every sound he made was music to your ears and you were determined to make him scream. And he almost did when you dug your tongue into the slit, hollowing your cheeks a moment later.

You didn’t move further than the tip until he sounded like he would cry. He wouldn’t dare ask for anything specific when he was being punished but you knew he was so frustrated that you weren’t giving him more. So when he finally started to sound broken, you suddenly took him all the way in and he screamed.

“No, no, please, noona, I-I can’t-!” He cried, trying to pull away as you swallowed around him. He didn’t have permission but he was so close and he didn’t wanna make you even more upset with him. “Noona, please-!” He begged pathetically but to no avail as he came down your throat without a proper verbal warning.

You swallowed it all and pulled off slowly, tutting at him as you did. “What did I tell you, baby boy?” You chided as you resumed your pace with your hand, not giving him even a second to compose himself.

“I’m sorry! I-I tried to tell you b-but I couldn’t get it out in time!” He practically sobbed as he started to get overstimulated from your touch. “I didn’t wanna cum, noona, I promise! I wasn’t trying to! I tried to stop!” He explained, knowing he couldn’t beg you to stop now because making demands would only get him in trouble. He had to appeal to your soft side.

“You didn’t want to?” You scoffed as you dug your thumb into the slit, earning a weak sob. “I don’t buy that, kitten. If you didn’t want to cum, you would’ve controlled yourself. I know I’ve trained you better.”

Your words made his heart sting even more than his teary eyes and his bottom lip wobbled. “Noona, please...it hurts..” he whimpered out pathetically. “I really didn’t mean to...m-maybe I’m just sensitive since I’ve been the one taking control lately..” he suggested, knowing it barely made sense and you wouldn’t accept that answer. His fears were confirmed when you tutted at him and he began to scramble for another answer as you set his body on fire. “I couldn’t take it, noona, ‘m sorry I was bad..” he finally choked out, trying to squirm away from your touch as everything began to ache.

Seeing his lip tremble and knowing he was entirely broken hurt. You stayed silent for a little while, just listening to his choked sounds as you overstimulated him. You knew he’d tell you if it was too much. That he’d use the safe word. When you finally spoke, your hands moved to his thighs and began to trace little circles there. He needed to be reassured he was still your good little baby.

“You’re not a bad boy, Ji. You just couldn’t meet the expectations I had tonight.” You said softly, noticing how his thighs trembled under your touch. “And that happens sometimes. All that means is you don’t get rewarded at the end. That doesn’t mean you’re a bad boy.”

You knew he needed to be coddled before you did anything else. He’d been pushed to his limit tonight. Emotionally, anyways. He could disobey and handle the repercussions like a champ, but he always hit a wall when you scolded him. He liked it rough but he needed to know he was your baby boy and that he was doing a good job.

Your nails lightly dragged along his thighs for a brief moment before you moved to lightly squeeze his hips so as to get his attention. “Hold still, baby.” You said softly, shifting up to remove the mask. You were met with glossy eyes lined with damp lashes that fell beautifully over the very tops of his rosy cheeks every time he blinked. “There’s my pretty peach.” You cooed, cupping his chubby cheeks instantly and offering a small smile.

Despite the position you were in, his expression was entirely innocent. His eyes were wide and doe-like and his lips formed a perfect pout. His nose and cheeks were flushed from both his orgasm and his tears. He looked so beautiful and it made you want to ruin him all over again. But for now, you needed to comfort him. “You’re not mad at me?” He asked quietly, never meeting your gaze.

“Han Jisung, look at me.” Your voice was soft despite your demand. You gently squished his cheeks as you made him look at you, his lips poking out even further than they’d done earlier. When he finally met your gaze, albeit hesitantly, you offered another smile and leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose. “I’m not mad at you, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to make you cry either.” He nodded but it was clear he didn’t buy it.

So you squished his cheeks further and leaned in for a kiss, earning a soft whine. “Cute.” You mused and began to play with his hair. “I promise, baby boy. I’m not mad. I love you.” You held up your pinky and he finally gave a tiny smile as he brought his bound hands up to lock pinkies with yours. “You tried to tell me and I was mean and kept going. That’s not your fault.” Your tone was sincere and he nodded slowly.

“I’m still really sensitive but I wanna try again. Wanna be a really good boy.” He murmured shyly, breaking eye contact again as his cheeks grew a darker shade of pink. “And you never used the vibrator. I’m still on the hook..” he giggled quietly, biting his bottom lip.

“Then would you like a chance to redeem your actions?” You asked in a playfully stern tone, earning a quick nod. “There’s my playful boy.” You cooed and leaned down to kiss him once more before smirking. “Then I’ll give you another chance. Same rules as before but with a twist.”

He tilted his head curiously and you bit your lip. “Noona is really wet, sweetheart. I want you to eat me out while I tease you. If you can make me cum first, I’ll let everything go and you can fuck me however you want. If I make you cum first, we’ll call it a night.” You challenged and he nodded all too quickly.

“I-I can do that! Love it when noona sits on my face..” he groaned that last part softly and bit his lip. Since he was back to himself, you decided to carry on and slowly trailed your hands back down to his chest, nails dragging along his skin.

You could see he wanted to say something so you paused and looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to break the silence. It took him a few seconds to catch on but he finally let his bottom lip free and spoke in a hesitant tone. “Even if I cum first, I can still help you finish, right?” He asked quietly and you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face.

“Of course, angel. You asked so nicely, how could I say no? Besides,” you hummed as you began to reach lower. “You got me all worked up. It’s only right that you finish what you started.” You smirked and he nodded enthusiastically as you sat up.

He watched with wide eyes and bated breath as you got up to remove your panties, leaving the bra on just to frustrate him. When you were bare, you got back on the bed and positioned yourself over his face with a hum. “Ready, pretty?” You asked as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock.

The soft nip to your thigh made you jolt away from him, not expecting a bite in response, and he just giggled innocently before pressing his tongue flat against your pussy. You let out a soft sigh and closed your eyes to compose yourself before wrapping your lips around his tip like before, one hand searching blindly for the vibrator.

Another thing you loved about Jisung was just how eager he was to bury his face between your legs. It was a treat for him just as much as it was a treat for you. Not to mention, he was damn good at it and he knew it. He knew how to make you scream with just his tongue and even now he was capitalizing on that knowledge.

You couldn’t stop the pitiful whine that ripped from your throat as he sucked on your clit, your slender fingers finally making contact with the vibrator. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment and irritation as you switched the vibrator on the lowest setting and trailed it along his thighs. There was no way he was gonna win. Your competitive streak was adamant that you couldn’t let him win.

You pulled off and spread your spit down his shaft, jerking him with ease as you pressed the vibrator against the tip of his cock. He let out a cry against your pussy and you bit your lip to mask a smirk, knowing now that you were at least on equal ground, though you likely had the upper hand. “Do try and hold off, angel.” You mocked, trying to get under his skin to see if he could actually hold it.

But you didn’t expect him to play dirty. His bound wrists were an afterthought to him. He didn’t care about that at the moment. He just plunged his tongue into you and let his fingers tease your clit. The sound you made was anything but holy. If he caught on and swapped what his tongue and fingers were doing, you’d be done for. And far too early for your liking.

You were having zero luck, even as you cranked up the speed on the vibrator. It was as if he read your mind because not even a moment later he was back to sucking and licking at your clit while his fingers assaulted your sweet spot. The choked sound you made only spurred him on and you felt your orgasm washing over you just as his was about to break.

You instantly slumped forward, your head resting on his thigh as he finished you off. Then he was biting your thighs again and grinning to himself. “I won, noona.” This was all he said as you moved from where you were resting and began to untie his hands.

“You did. So now I’m at your mercy, baby boy. But don’t forget that you’re still my baby boy tonight.” You sat back to see what he’d do and he instantly flipped you onto your stomach.

“What if I want you to be my good girl though?” You almost rolled your eyes. Almost. Instead, you looked over your shoulder at him, offering up a little glare. It wasn’t as harsh as you’d tried to make it, the idea of letting him take complete control did sound nice. But this was the first time in two months he’d submitted and you weren’t letting go of it that easily.

“Then you’ll have to wait. I’m not in the mood to be a good girl. I want my baby boy to fuck me. Don’t you wanna give me your babies, peach?” You could’ve sworn he choked as you settled back into the sheets, wiggling your ass at him. “Don’t make me wait too long. I’m impatient.”

“Y-yes, noona..!” But he didn’t move. “Um…actually… can- can you lay on your back..? So I can see your face..?” He sounded so flustered but you didn’t bother to reassure him. You just flipped over and raised an eyebrow. He took this as his cue to explain and averted his eyes as a blush crept up his neck. “I just…I wanna see your face when I cum for you…want noona to watch me and call me pretty…feels more special to give you my babies that way..”

You could tell he was embarrassed to admit he wanted you to watch him fall apart but it was fucking adorable. You couldn’t hide your smile and he noticed, quickly looking away again. “So you don’t wanna just fuck me?” His eyes flew to you and you let out an airy laugh as your hand went to his cheek, your thumb tracing his cheekbone before you went serious. “Make love to me, angel. Let me make you feel pretty.”

He didn’t need further convincing. He was careful and gentle even in his haste to follow your orders, taking his time to tease your pussy. His insides felt warm and fuzzy from the change in atmosphere and he wanted nothing more than to make love to you, to feel more than just physical pleasure.

In a way, he wanted to make sure you felt special too. Because you were. You were the woman he loved. His favorite person. You were the single most special, most important person in his life and he wanted to build a future with you. And he wanted to show you how much he adored you even if he wasn’t the one in control.

So it could only be that much sweeter when he finally filled you, your eyes slipping shut as a contented sigh passed through your lips, which were lifting into a tiny smile. “Good boy, Sungie. You feel so good..” you praised, earning a soft whine. He was slightly embarrassed by the praise but you also felt his cock twitch inside you.

“Noona feels good too…so fucking good- oh..” he whimpered as he slowly rocked his hips against yours. The pace was almost torturous but it felt so good to have you clenching around him already. Given his sensitivity and how tight you were, he knew if he went any faster he’d cum far earlier than he wanted to. He wanted to cum with you, not far earlier and leave you feeling disappointed.

His hands were lifting your legs by the backs of your knees so you took it upon yourself to toy with your clit, knowing how sensitive and worked up he was. “Faster, Ji, please.” You breathed out as your fingers worked faster. You knew that he was holding back to keep from finishing early and that he wanted more and there was no way you could deny him that. So you worked yourself up further so he could get what you both knew he wanted.

His brows furrowed and he bit down harshly on his bottom lip as he sped up, his body on fire and bordering on overstimulation from how long you’d toyed with him earlier. He could feel your walls fluttering around him and he knew you were getting close. He felt like he’d lose his grip on his orgasm any moment if you clenched any further.

And that’s exactly what happened when your orgasm crashed over your, your pussy milking every last drop out of him. You managed to pry your eyes open just enough to see his O face and you were awestruck all over again. “Fuck, baby, you look so pretty. You’re so good for me, giving me your babies.” You panted, pulling him down for a kiss as his moans died down. You made him move his hands from your knees, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding him in place as your tongues danced.

When you finally did part for air, you could only smile as you gulped in as much air as your lungs could take. “You’re such a good boy. I love you.” He whimpered at that and buried his face in your neck, earning a soft giggle. “And you’re fucking adorable too, babydoll.” He whined again and you chuckled softly as you began to play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Can we stay like this..?” He whispered against your skin and you hummed in agreement, already feeling drowsy and content from the night’s events.

#stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids jisung #stray kids han #han jisung #han jisung smut #han jisung x reader #kpop smut #i am so fucking sorry #but at least we get ji in a skirt #alura’s works

209 notes · View notes

sugar-petals · 3 years

Text

:: random things about boyfriend yoongi

↳ ♡ NOTE I saw this format floating around the fandom and thought it was cool and sweet (just like our honey boy so here it goes) 😊 includes an sfw and nsfw bit, both can be read independently.

words. 3k

SFW

First off, Yoongi is laid-back and casually sexy the way we know him. But he also has spikes of energy where he actually gets a little clingy. Any opportunity he will use to hold hands or jump around like a madman with his gummy smile because he got excited about something that you never could predict would make him so happy. He truly is an epiphany.

He’s your most eager personal chef but funnily enough a little unsettled by onions so you end up helping him. Yoongi hates to be crying in the kitchen because of some evil little vegetable but hey, perfect time and place to spend half an hour huddled together cooking or baking. And Yoongi is secretly longing for a cheesy scene, he finds it romantic when you wipe the tears from his face.

His way of speaking to you is a mix of mumbly Korean, high-pitched pouty cat speak, and old-school English slang phrases that he learned somewhere on social media or award shows back in 2018. Most of the time he takes things seriously but is up for some joking anyway. He is sure to giggle every now and then which is really adorable of him. Yoongi is also the person who gets every nuance of your humor and reacts to it.

After being single, you really have to get used to someone waddling around the house. Like— oh, he’s there! And it’s none other than him! Since Yoongi isn’t noisy when he concentrates on his laptop, it really stands out when he morphs from his unmovable rock-like being to a slow rolling stone headed towards the kitchen from time to time. You have to blink every time. And how could you not look up, he’s walking by with his cutest oversized sweaters and striped fluffy socks.

He cannot hide things that normal people would try to keep secret — because of their own discomfort, but he is good at blocking out things that serve your comfort. I’ll explain what I mean. If you have been keeping up with Yoongi postponing the reveal of his surgery until it was successful, you know what I mean. In short, Yoongi is pretty much an automatic filter for things that disturb you. Knowing the right time and place to inform you is the key. As is disregarding things that don’t concern you as a couple, unnecessary drama and opinions. He’s really good at that without ever trying to sugar-coat the important things because he remains a frank and honest soul.

Yoongi has an easier time giving random presents for simple occasions rather than making a big deal out of traditional festivities. So, big celebrations are often kept simple — unless the rest of BTS is there advocating their ‘a little party never killed nobody’ motto — while Yoongi focuses on getting you something attentive or useful every other day pretty much. He’s still a frugal type, you know him. It’s more about inexpensive things that catch his eye because he heard you likes this or that type of snack or want this or that sofa cushion.

There’s always something new and surprising in the fridge and it’s hardly ever empty because Yoongs takes care of the groceries, really thinking it through. Just personal chef things. Being Yoongi’s partner must be the most destressing thing. He takes responsibility for the worldly things, the ironing clothes and the trash cans. He himself thinks that’s the easiest shit ever and is ready to put time into it (he sees the merit, it drives him) while thinking your side — the sheer act of being in love with him, being there for him — must be hard. Which it isn’t.

Yoongi thinks emotions and relationships are tough and complicated while daily life runs smoothly at the snap of a finger. You think maintenance is a drudgery while love is not the maze your boyfriend assumes it is. Deep down Yoongi thinks he’s unlovable and a bad person, that’s why he believes he doesn’t have the burden but you have. That your affection then blazes past the barriers in Yoongi’s esteem is something that he finds incredible. It catches him off guard there, you burst the bubbles of the flaws he falsely imagines he has.

You bet your ARMY bomb you’re watching cat videos together.

Guess who’s the first person to hear all of Yoongi’s upcoming hit tracks? Even Namjoon gets the first sample ten minutes later. You gotta be really advanced at keeping secrets and avoiding accidental leaks with your phone or something.

Yoongi hesitates with the analogy because it’s a little funny and you’re evidently not a steaming liquid made of beans, but he claims you really are like his daily americano. Makes his every morning better.

Now, in all seriousness. What means the most to him is that you take him how he is and are stable company. Yoongi is afraid of betrayal and stupid games so he has to be sure to have a safe bet going. I think that’s why he fancies marriage, it’s a sign of commitment and some degree of permanence to him. And yes, he is a bit jealous in nature since he’s easily invested in someone with a purity of feeling, almost in a naive way. Yoongi easily idolizes his partner and puts a lot of energy into a bond. He wants to protect that, take the risk, and he has watched for someone who radiates genuine trust and faith. He is sure to have found it in you without any illusions and he is right. Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty.

Playing the piano for dinner or date night is a must, he practices constantly to advance to a great standard. He secretly finds a lot of satisfaction in you cooing at his skills and melodies. Those ten bony fingers gliding over the keys with such a technicality and focus, and a passion that makes you hold your breath, it’s great to watch.

Did you see that one coming? He will compose and produce a designated mixtape only for you personally. Yes, with a little self-filmed, self-cut music video for the title track.

Now those things never see the light of day, they’re all for you. But what about your couple life once it touches the social realm? As one might expect, Yoongi is very ‘eyes turn narrow’ with people who bring disharmony to your dynamic and the relationship in general. In fact, he is grumpy and disappointed, and should someone give him a reason, distinctly brutal. If someone even attempts to test you or plays manipulative games, Yoongi is relentlessly turning them from the inside out with his words that never miss the mark. They’re efficient. As I said, he hates playing annoying games, he’ll do any shortcut and be Yoongi.

I guarantee you can lean back and will never the fazed by stupid people and time wasters again. No need to lose face. Yoongi does the dirty work and is the best possible defender to have on your side. He handles that. Invasive opinions and useless phrases he will shove right up some trashtalker’s ass and leave. Let’s squarely say he is unafraid to be a armchair critic of your and his haters and doesn’t want any of that nuisance to disturb what you have together. He cuts very quick and makes sure not to get tangled up in trouble.

Yoongi will also debunk a whole bunch of weirdos on weverse asking about your private love while he’s at it. Prepare for some very entertaining snide remarks. Oh my god, so many entitled people will be pissed off. Many will also celebrate him for stepping up. What’s actually important to Yoongi is that nobody taints what is like a treasure to him.

It won’t be hard to overlook that Yoongi is very proud of you as well. He looks confident and revering when he hangs out with the group and you’re somewhere close by, even just doing something trivial.

He’s also pretty touchy, sometimes publically to demonstrate something, but mostly in the relative calm and safety of a hotel room. When the lights are out, all barriers crash, the utter romantic takes over. His favorite types of kisses besides those onto his hands are when you kiss his lashes. And yep. Yoongs is such a cozy little spoon. A very curled up one with cute shooky pajamas on most likely.

Talk about clothes. Believe it or not, Yoongi’s fashion goes through a significant change due to the relationship. He knows that you are touchy and thinks about what kinds of flannels are the biggest cuddle magnet, after all. And oh wonder, he will also show some level of skin when he accidentally hears your praises for his arms and legs and collar bones and glowy skin while talking to a close friend of yours. So, look forward to that in summer (he still dislikes the winter cold and wraps himself into scarves twice his size, mind you) though it’s still for your eyes only, he covers up when going out. Truth be told, he enjoys when you casually touch his skin. Especially the arms. Which hold up the firmament to you, and your world, too, and guard it.

BTS will know about how excited he is about you because he often boasts about for how long you’ve been living together by now. We all know this is Yoongi’s favorite way of bragging and it further shows that loyalty, dedication and longevity is the spice to his every meal.

Yoongi is probably going to quit the bottle because you naturally make him feel at ease and upbeat. In fact, he simply forgets about his wine. I don’t have to convince you that Yoongi will be very immersed in any interaction with you whether that be watching movies or discussing his latest tracks.

Those discussions come with extra back massages for him because he spends a lot of hours in his chair. Especially around the neck, it’s no secret that this is in every cat’s top 3 favorite massaging areas. Yoongi is gonna make some really raspy, sleepy sounds and just melt in your hands. He’s gonna sleep like a baby afterwards every time. Sometimes, he says funny and cute things while he dozes. He looks very content.

Say goodbye to the 21st century adulting annoyances in your life because Yoongi has a grip on those without a word. Those six specific chores that always plague you take him only a dozen minutes and he is eager, the forms to fill out are already sent off, the list of people to e-mail is weeded through. The taxes are paid, the bank account is full, the meals are on the table, garnished to perfection. Roof over the head, and it’s a sturdy one, Yoongi bought a sound haven house to inhabit a lot of happiness for two.

He’s probably the only person who doesn’t see it as a loss of dignity if you want to hold on tight to him during a dentist visit as a grown ass mf. Why all of this? Yoongi cannot not strive to feel needed in his actions. He wouldn’t like himself if he couldn’t contribute something reliable and useful. That you find things worthy of your time is priority. You complement each other, what you think is a waste of energy makes him work and strive and vice versa. That way, in the end all things are taken care of.

Giving is more important than taking in Yoongi’s world. He thinks of everything because he considers it an offense to have you in a pile of duties, that is, if you don’t like ‘em. It’s his form of dedicating his efforts and showing respect. He doesn’t need much in return. The things he expects if at all don’t feel like a duty: Much like he doesn’t consider doing those acts of services for you likewise.

Work horse he is, he needs something on his daily to-do plan. Which includes making you feel unbothered by the occasions of an incoming strict world when it’s getting to you. You’re supposed to do what you feel like doing just like him and not slave away at fifty deeds. That you torture yourself with daily life hassle is the thing he dislikes seeing the most. He enjoys doing these things so he’s happy to get going.

What’s not a daily life hassle: Holly is a big fan of yours. Instant friendship. Just wanted you to know.

He always knows how to preoccupy himself and finds something to improve. Getting on your nerves, and that’s no surprise, is the last thing Yoongi will ever do. In fact, you sometimes have to search for his napping spot because he got lost somewhere in the house.

He either sleeps or works, his philosophy is simple. If you need him, he does appear seemingly out of nowhere. And, he spends as much time with you as you enjoy, not always prioritizing his producing unless it’s urgent or he’s on an inspiration streak. Which is great anyway, you can sit next to him listening. It’s the right balance of work and play.

Yoongi is not above blatantly showing off. Actually, he goes for an act of stunning pretty often. You know how cats parade around whatever they just caught. He wants to impress you with assets and accolades and appraisals, the boy can’t help it. That you only lightly nod at most of it with a little smile will confuse him but he will get the point later on. You wanna signal Yoongi that you anchor your love for him not in shifting numbers and chunky metal pieces.

That you don’t confuse his signs of outward worth and fame with the core of the guy you find the sweetest in the world is very important to him. He will take some time to see through that because he’s used to being loved through status and its symbols by people close and afar.

The way you throw yourself at him to give a big smooch in random situations — especially when he doesn’t feel great about himself— rather than only when he say gets a new car is sending him a message. Again, he has to grow into that. He will retreat at the beginning because he feels worthless of your affection on days where he doesn’t feel big and bold and successful. But since he sees you jumping on him because you need only his kind and squishy presence and see him as no different than usual because he’s always Yoongi underneath, your boyfriend will change his mind about it sooner or later. He learns that your presence makes him feel like a billion dollars yourself.

You don’t wallow in the regrets of other people missing the point of Yoongi and instead focus on always understanding him rather than enabling Yoongi into wrong directions. And there are many of those, his mental health can tell you a thing or two about it. He begins to get that you really know what you’re doing and are in it for the real him which makes him feel really loved far underneath all surfaces and images. You accept his fame and admire his work with music which is what he’s truly doing it for but also don’t forget that the most vulnerable Yoongi is the one that you’re there for and not a facade.

NSFW

I know you’re curious. That Yoongi’s sexual style is more than just interesting goes without saying. To give you an idea. Anything steamy with Yoongi means him taking his time. You know, for making it quality. Yoongi wants to grow into the right balance of activity and staying relaxed. He is good at keeping cool and bringing some focus to the madness. He wants to figure out how to be more casual instead of tense and overly preoccupied which he’ll be at the start of the relationship. But the fast learner he is, his nervousness fades way faster than you think.

Yoongi is extremely afraid that he can’t please you or starts to become awkward slash clueless so he darts to the opposite of the spectrum and overperforms, even plays a character. You have enough cool yourself to tell him what to do in the pace that works best. That he stays centered in his body is important for you to teach him. When he gets grounded and juggling his confidence is out of the equation, he fucks the best.

His favorite position besides giving oral — with you on your back — will be doggy style. Man, we gotta talk about that. Slow to upper moderate pace, nothing too all over the place. Yoongi moans very slowly, too, all drawn out. Get ready for a frequent session of some anal to unwind. You heard that right. First, Yoongi will get the two of you into the right rhythm with his hands at the sides of your waist, then, ride it out in slow mo with his right hand properly stimulating you from the front.

By habit, he will add some lube here and there but not use insanely dripping amounts so everything gets messy or he can’t touch you without sliding off anymore. Just enough to slide well. Yoongi is so good at this I swear, it’ll be your favorite thing to relax. He has the restraint and technique to pull it off rather than pulling out, huh. Yoongi is gonna stay inside you for ages. It feels like he’s massaging every spot for some extra time. It’s amazing to slack off your muscles, cool off, and get many a gentle but fulfilling orgasm.

He’s not gonna put you through the hassle of dealing with an anal creampie cleanup so he keeps it wrapped, and mostly focuses on your movements altogether while keeping his own climax smooth and more relieving rather than something that relentlessly knocks him out in one go. Yoongi is good at observing and doesn’t feel the need to chase a violent high which is why he is so great at sex. Fucking with Yoongi leaves a wholesome feeling and you never feel ashamed or guilty, or a sense of being dirty and ruined.

He enjoys having sex to make you feel really good and works his hands on you very respectfully. His goal is to have you wet and pulsing after a long while of getting you there, and putting you to a good night’s sleep. He’d feel terrible if he left you sore or disturbed. He is really passionate, especially with his kisses or when you ask him to slide into very deeply, but Yoongi being brash and controlling is an image out of sight.

Besides giving you the number one heavenly assfucks, Yoongi also likes to work his tongue as we know, and he’ll work it all over. Few body parts of yours have not made contact with that glorious mouth and I say that in the best of ways. You can instruct him to do whatever, Yoongi obliges with radiant joy. And here again, he takes minutes upon minutes. Kissing and kissing and licking and maybe even teasing once or twice to make you smile. You know, a little signature wink. Honoring your skin and every shape is not something that Yoongi has to talk about, he will physically show it and I swear it’ll finally get into your head with every little move, Yoongi has totally surrendered his tongue to your body and worships it.

#yoongi #yoongi hc #bts smut #yoongi smut #bts #yoongi x reader #boyfriend yoongi #yoongi scenario #yoongi imagine #bts x reader #boyfriend bts #bts bullet points #bangtan

772 notes · View notes

cutethingstolove · 3 years

Text

New Experiences

Photos from @little-stephanies-diary and @babiechristy, Part 14

Stephanie and Courtney were having an amazing time hanging out in just their wet Goodnites and t-shirts. Both girls had a feeling of liberation as they now knew each other’s secrets, and they could now hang out without the fear of being caught wearing diapers. As the afternoon went along, their comfort level only increased to the point that Stephanie decided it would be funny to stick her foot out and poke Courtney’s wet diaper with her toe making a ‘boop’ noise. Courtney giggled a little at this before launching herself across the couch and pinning Steph’s hands down exclaiming it was a ‘tickle attack!’ Stephanie erupted into laughter, causing her to pee a little, and unable to stop laughing she simply went along with it for the moment. As soon as her hands were freed, Stephanie bear-hugged her best friend and the two girls settled into cuddling on the couch watching TV.

As the girls were holding each other, they started to doze off a little bit. It wasn’t until they heard the garage door start to open, indicating that Steph’s dad was home, that they shot upright and realized they still needed to change before he came through the door. Stephanie ran upstairs, leaving her pants in the living room, and went straight to the bathroom to change out of her wet pullup before her dad caught her. Courtney’s reaction was a little slower, but she stood up quickly pulling her blue sweatpants back on so Steph’s dad wouldn’t catch her without pants on. While she did manage to pull her pants over her legs, her Goodnite wasn’t fully covered as Steph’s dad entered the house.

“Hi Courtney,” Steph’s dad said with a hint of curiosity, “You aren’t still wearing that wet pullup from this morning are you?”

“No sir,” Courtney said a little embarrassed, “Steph asked if I would wear one today like she has to so she would feel more comfortable.”

“Oh!,” Steph’s dad replied, “Well that was very nice of you to do. You really are a good friend. Where is Stephanie by the way?”

“She had to go to the bathroom,” Courtney said covering for her friend, “She mentioned she would get I trouble if she had another accident, so she has been making sure she was staying dry all day.”

It was just then that Stephanie came bouncing back down the stairs in a dry Goodnite, giving her dad a hug when she reached the bottom of the stairs. Steph’s dad asked if the girls were hungry, which they very much were, and offered to make dinner quickly if the girls would set the table. They quickly agreed, even though Courtney was still wearing a wet diaper while Stephanie’s was dry, but at least Courtney had her pants on – mostly. Courtney did think it was a little odd that Stephanie was still only wearing her Goodnite and t-shirt around her dad, but realized pretty quickly that it probably wasn’t uncommon as they lived alone with each other. Almost as fast as the girls had finished setting the table and took their seats, Steph’s dad was bringing food to the table. As they began to eat, the conversation turned to how their day had been.

“So what did you girl get up to today?,” Steph’s dad asked.

“Nothing really,” Stephanie fibbed a little, “We just hung out on the couch watching TV.”

“It was super fun!,’ Courtney said excitedly, “And as you already know sir, we both wore our Goodnites today!”

“I can see that,” he said slyly, “But I bet you’ll need to change before you head home Courtney.”

“Actually daddy,” Steph piped up, “I was going to ask if Courtney could spend the night again! We’re about the same size, so she could borrow one of my school uniforms for tomorrow. What do you think Court?”

“Oh my god!,” Courtney yelped, “That sounds super fun! Can we please?!”

“That does sound fun,” Steph’s dad replied, “I’ll call your parents and let them know, and I’ll make sure they know we have extra Goodnites here for you to use.”

The girls looked at each other with giddy expressions on their faces. The idea of spending a second night together without any fear of being caught wearing diapers made them both excited beyond belief. The only concern Stephanie had was that she was going to have to wear a big diaper for bed, and her dad wouldn’t be able to change her like he had been, but she was willing to sacrifice that for more time with her best friend. As soon as they were done eating, the girls cleared the table as Steph’s dad called Courtney’s parents to fill them in on the plans. As soon as he was off the phone, he told the girls that they were good to go on the sleepover, and the girls grabbed each other’s hands jumping up and down a little while they squealed with excitement.

“Let’s go upstairs and get ready for bed!,” Stephanie said excitedly.

“Sounds great!,” Courtney agreed, “It is getting a little late, and we do have school in the morning.”

As Courtney started heading upstairs, Steph’s dad pulled his daughter aside for a moment whispering, “You know you need to wear a big diaper for bed right?”

“I know daddy,” Steph responded timidly, “But I’ll put it on myself tonight since Courtney is over. Where are the big ones?”

“Well princess,” her dad responded, “I noticed we used the last one from the pack last night, so I stopped by the store and bought more today. They are a different design, and I left them in the trunk if you want to go grab them.”

Stephanie understood and headed to the garage to grab the new diapers from her dad’s car. The side of the bag read ‘Lil’ Monsters’ on the side, and she could see the cute cartoon monsters they ad printed on them. Thinking that at least these were a little less babyish than the teddy bear ones she had been wearing, she gleefully grabbed the bag and headed up to her room where Courtney was waiting. Steph was a little embarrassed carrying a bag of big diapers in front of her friend, but Courtney didn’t seem to care. A quick thought raced through Steph’s head as she thought that, because she had agreed to wear a Goodnite all day, maybe Courtney would wear one of the big diapers to bed too!

“Hey Court,” Stephanie hesitantly said, “You remember how I have to wear different diapers at night?”

Looking up from her phone, Courtney replied with a simple, ‘Yeah, what about it?”

“Well,” Stephanie asked while biting her lip, “It was really nice that you wore Goodnites all day with me, so I was hoping maybe we could both wear the big ones to bed too?”

“Sure!,” Courtney piped up, “I’ve always been a little curious about wearing something other than pullups to bed anyway!”

“Can I ask one more question?,” Stephanie quietly said, “Last Monday when the nurse made me wear a diaper, she put it on me, and honestly it fit better than any of the times I’ve done it myself. What do you think about changing each other before bed?”

Courtney was a little shocked by this, but after thinking for a minute she agreed. She was still wearing her wet Goodnite, so she told Steph to grab everything while Courtney went to the bathroom to change. Stephanie was elated because, even though it wasn’t going to be her daddy changing her, at least someone was going to. She was even a little excited to have a chance to change someone other than herself too. Steph prepared everything they would need, and decided to change into a black t-shirt since her purple one was starting to stink a little. Courtney returned to the bedroom a few minutes later wearing just her white t-shirt and blue sweats having left her wet Goodnite in the bathroom trash. She noticed that Steph had laid out two of the big diapers on the bed right next to a bottle of baby powder.

“So,” Courtney said curiously, “How do you want to do this?”

“Well,” Steph responded, “I thought since I have a little more experience putting these on, I could do you first so you can learn, and you can change me right after.”

“That sounds like a good plan actually,” Courtney said in an assuring tone, “What do you need me to do?”

“Well,” Steph said apprehensively, “I’ll need you to take off your sweats and lay down on the bed. I can pretty much take it from there.”

Courtney did as she was asked and pulled off her sweatpants, but realizing she was kind of cold wearing just a t-shirt, she went to her bag and grabbed a pair of yellow and white striped fuzzy knee-high socks to put on before she laid down on the bed. Stephanie grabbed on of the diapers and slid it under Courtney before reaching for the baby powder and sprinkling it over her friend’s naked body. Just as her dad had done with her, Stephanie gently spread the baby powder around with her hand before securing the tapes around the front of the diaper. Courtney was surprised at how intimate everything was, and really impressed by just how comfy the big diaper felt between her legs. Sitting up in the bed, Courtney smiled at her friend before saying, “Ok, your turn Steph!”

Stephanie was pretty used to this, so she laid down on the bed as she slid her dry Goodnite to the floor. Laying there exposed, she guided Courtney on what to do. Stephanie lifted her butt off the bed while Courtney slid the diaper under her before grabbing the baby powder and sprinkling it over Stephanie’s naked body. Courtney took note of how Steph had done this part, and slowly spread the baby powder with her hand lingering just a little longer as she ran her fingers over Steph’s smooth vagina. Stephanie’s face went a little red as this was happening as she was feeling the same sensation she had felt with her dad earlier in the week – she was starting to become turned on. As soon as Courtney was done fastening the tapes of the diaper, Stephanie lifted her feet into the air for just a moment to try and hide her expression.

“That was…really nice,” Steph blurted out.

“I was hoping you’d like that, “Courtney said with a smirk, “Come here and give me a hug.”

Stephanie sat up and hugged her best friend with a giant smile on her face, and never wanted this hug to end. She was a little sad as Courtney started to move her arms away from Stephanie’s body, but sadness turned to excitement as Courtney placed her hands around the back of Stephanie’s head running her fingers through her friends hair. In a moment that shocked Stephanie, Courtney pulled their faces together as their lips locked. This was an unexpected turn of events for Steph, but Courtney had sort of wanted to do this for a while. Courtney slowly let her tongue leave her mouth and used it to spread Steph’s lips apart, gently thrusting it into her friend’s mouth. The girls continued to make out for what seemed like an eternity, but was really only about five minutes in real time.

As soon as their lips separated, Steph squeezed her friend even tighter before pulling them both down onto the bed to cuddle like they had done on the couch earlier that day. Stephanie was going to have a wet diaper again tonight, but hopefully not from an accident. Courtney was ecstatic at everything that had transpired while they were in the bedroom, and felt warm and safe with Stephanie’s arm wrapped around her. She wished that her and Stephanie had gone a little bit further than just kissing, but she didn’t want to push her luck. Both girls were tired though, and pulled the covers over themselves as they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

To Be Continued…

#ab/dl #ab/dl girl #ab/dl girls #diapered #diapered girl #diapered friends #ab/dl caption #ab/dl story

476 notes · View notes

postmodernbeing · 3 years

Text

Shingeki no Kyojin Headcanons: 104th training corps (College AU - Outfits pt I)

Hello, Postmodernbeing here. I decided to continue writing about this College AU , only this time, I'm making some outfits HCs, since I'm working in a oneshot and this visuals could be helpful. Also, it seemed like a lot of fun so I've decided to give it a try. Hope y'all like this. Much love.

IMPORTANT: I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin nor the trend of this outfits-displays, only this HCs belong to me. // Contains spoilers (for the icons that I used in some characters) // English is not my first language, so I ask for your patience and understanding.

Eren Yeager

Chains and rings of stainless-steel. Combat boots matching faux-leather jackets with studs and pins from bands.

Has a few flannel shirts (that he stole from Zeke, his brother doesn't mind, tho). But for the most part, Eren's shirts are from merch of bands with a few (handmade) changes.

Eren likes to sew badly on purpose some patterns or figures by following quick tutorials. All his clothes are modified or drawn over.

While his main looks are metal head alike, he also wears snickers, hoodies, sporty pants, and jackets to class. Pretty laid back, he looks as he just woke up from a nap all the time tbh.

Sometimes goes skating but he’s not that good, his skateboard is more of a fashion statement really.

Has both ears pierced around (lobe type) and tattoos on both arms.

It’s pretty obvious to this point, but I’ll say it anyways: Eren wears black religiously. Definitely he’s open to darker shades of any color, but must wear something black at least.

Mikasa Ackerman

Our girl wears black clothes mostly. She doesn’t have a preference between skirts/dresses or pants, but you’ll rarely see her wearing jeans.

Many skirts and ripped tights to match with platform boots or classic converse. Also owns a large wardrobe with different hoodie and shirt sizes and designs yet mostly in dark shades.

Lots of necklaces and rings with perforations to match, none in her face yet lots in her ears. Mikasa has only one tattoo: Azumabito’s clan logo.

Speaking about Azumabito’s, whenever she’s working with them, she wears faux leather jackets at most, and her classic red turtleneck. Nothing too exaggerated nor formal.

A total goth since middle school, and even though in college finds it a bit unpractical, she tries to keep it as loyal to her style as possible.

Books and notebooks are part of her attires. She’d be writing or reading at any time that’s possible. Not always about her classes, tho. She also likes novels and arts. An artsy goth, perhaps?

Armin Arlert

Sky blue is his color. Matching it with classy pants and blazers in clear colors.

His wardrobe looks like one that belongs to an aristocrats’ son. Some light-academia realness.

He can pull off some casual looks with sneakers but it’s more common for him to wear his oxfords, cap toes or moccasins to class, or anywhere really.

Cardigans, vests and blazers are his best friends as soon as autumn arrives. Always in colors such as beige, green, brown, and grey.

Armin is easily the best dressed from all his group of friends, and I’m not even open to discuss this. Let’s just remember his canon outfits throughout the four seasons. Even in a Modern AU he’ll keep being the king he is.

Not a big fan of accessories though. Except for his handkerchiefs that match his blazers. Since his grandfather used to choose his clothes, he taught Armin that a handkerchief was a gentleman’s must carry. Now he wears them only to pay his grandpa honor, as a lesson more so.

Jean Kirstein

King of brown jackets and turtlenecks. Really, his wardrobe is in such color harmony. It’s impressive.

Little to no accessories besides an occasional scarf or a single ring matching some bracelet.

Although he’s used to wear a consistent type of clothes and even colors, he wouldn’t dare to define a style for himself, is it boho? art hoe? dark academia? Maybe we’ll never know.

Zero perforations only because he’s scared of pain, but Jean is really drawn into them, so he uses fake ones for his ears sometimes. Has only one little hidden tattoo, made when he started college and lost a bet against Sasha and Connie.

Jean’s always stylish, clean, and smelling like cologne. He also has an extensive routine for shaving, combing his hair and trimming his beard.

Second best dressed of all his friends. Lowkey loves fashion but keeps it for himself (and Marco). Plus, in her mother’s house he keeps more clothes than his dorm' wardrobe can storage.

Marco Bodt

Colorful, youthful, and casual, that’s his style. Marco’s clothes reflect his joyful personality and every time he enters a room, he brightens the mood so easily.

A lot of denim and if he’s not wearing bright colors, you can be sure he’s caring something white with him (a bandana, a baseball cap, a scarf or his sneakers).

Shares with Jean a special appreciation for clothing, except Marco prefers more laidback and casual outfits.

Has no tattoos but recently got both ears pierced. He decided to since he really likes the earrings that k-pop idols wear.

If spring was a wardrobe, Marco would have it. I can’t stress this enough. Just so pretty and genuine.

Also, he definitely uses accessories (small jelly or colorful rings, bracelets of all kinds and simple necklaces) but there's more, he uses objects that are not meant to as accessories too. Such as band aids and small stickers around his face, skates in his backpack and flowers in his pockets.

Sasha Blouse

Unironically messy style. No matching patterns nor colors, different textures and sizes that made little to no coordination in her outfits. Unaesthetic is her aesthetic.

She likes baggy jackets and jeans with big pockets for snacks obviously, midi-skirts and graphic tees. Sasha is the definition of zero fucks given and still looking cute.

Of course, she knows how to pull off some cool outfits, it’s just that she doesn’t care that much unless is specifically required.

Not a big fan of accessories besides belts (maybe) and her backpack. Unless we’re talking about bucket hats that became a must wear thanks to Connie.

“Borrows” Nicolo’s hoodies/shirts that wears with her favorite threads. Then plays dumb when her bf asks her about his clothes. They both secretly love that dynamic.

Sasha plays it safe when it's about her hairstyle, also not a big fan of makeup -at least not the way Mikasa or Historia do-, but she’s open to try new things if her best friends dare her to.

Connie Springer

King of striped shirts and golden chains. His style is mainly urban and youthful. Conniegod remains unmatched in his awesomeness even in a Modern AU, if you ask me.

Owns a collection of sneakers that wears with his numerous printed socks. So creative and colorful.

Also, Connie has a small collection of unique shaped tinted glasses, also bucket hats and simple stainless steel chains.

Has small fun tattoos around his legs and arms, ears pieced but nothing too grunge. Speaking of which, he matches religiously his earrings with his chains that hang of his belt.

Usually wears dress pants or cargo pants. Anything but denim or really skinny fitted pants. Coincidentally, most of his shirts are loose too.

Definitely brings his skateboard with him all the time so it’s part of the outfit, really (Eren tried to copy that from Connie, let’s be honest). He’s so good at skating, and when he doesn’t feel like walking around campus, skating is always a good idea.

Part II here

244 notes · View notes

astringofmadhousefloozies · 3 years

Text

The Birthday Fic

Several months in the making. Started around Ruggie’s birthday (Which is why he’s the opener) completed long past my own birthday.

Content warning for coarse language, sexuality, mentions of illness and the medication needed for managing it, and getting wildly horny to a point that even I was impressed with myself.

As always, there’s more in my Twisted Wonderland Fanfiction tag, send me a message if you liked it! (I know what the birthday gifts were from most everyone, even if not mentioned in-fic.)

~*~*~*~

"I'm sorry dude, what did you say? You ears started going and I just tuned the fuck out."

"I said, 'when's it your turn to have the school-run birthday party?' It's got it be soon." Ruggie's intentionally twitching his damn ears, has to be, and you had to physically shield your eyes to be able to answer properly.

"I don't fucking know, man, I need to have a birthday for that."

"Everyone has a birthday."

"Yeah, but I don't know when mine is."

"Can't Crowley tell you? He's got all kind of magic."

You sighed. "He tried that, so I could remember my proper name. He can't even get a year fix."

"That fucking sucks, Yuu." Ruggie passed you a pop can before cracking open one himself. "You should get one of these, too."

"Ah, maybe Riddle will take pity and dedicate me a specific Unbirthday party." What was this, melon? Not bad.

"That's not the same because you won't get loot."

"Yeah, you wanna go through fifty boxes of chocolates to get rid of all the ones with potion-of-suck-your-dick? I'm good."

He scrunched his nose in disgust. "People still trying love spells on you?"

"Not as much, but I still get Mal to check them over for me. He's good about that."

"He just doesn't want to share."

"Shush."

"It's true!" He stopped for a moment. "Does he know you don't have a birthday?"

"He hasn't realized yet and you're not going to tell him."

~*~*~*~

"Yuu?"

"Trey?" You blinked up at him. You didn't talk as much as you'd like to, mostly because every time he showed up your mouth rapidly filled with whatever treat he'd just made.

"What do you like best for cake?"

"I will literally eat anything that you put in front of me if you make it, even if it's full of shit I hate."

He raised an eyebrow. "Okay, new angle. What don't you like?"

Oh boy, he better prepare himself. "Fondant tastes gross, modeling chocolate is white chocolate so I hate it, a cake should be cake and not mostly fucking icing and rice crispy treats, most icing's too heavy for me if it's not whipped cream- why are you writing this down."

He looked up from his notebook, blinking at you with his pleasing yellow eyes. "Because you always give thoughtful feedback to my baking and I want to make you something as a thank you."

"Oh. If that's it, I'd rather have cheesecake."

~*~*~*~

"Mon Trickster~"

"Rook, I'm trying to re-" You yelped as he squeezed your waist, and you swatted at him. "Fuck's gotten into you?"

"What, I cannot play with my sweet friend?" He'd dragged you from your seat in the library, and was now doing his damndest to twirl you around without ramming you through the tables.

"Not right now! I expect this shit from Floyd, not you." He's going to get you both kicked out of the library if he doesn't smarten up.

"Our dearest Malfeasant is playing with the Rose King right now. Besides, he lacks my talents." He stretched your arms out straight before twirling you around, your back pressed to his front.

"Is that getting away with being a shithead?" you ask as you pap the side of his face, too little force to be a slap but with a similar message of 'stop'.

"Amongst much else, my dear!" He managed to dip you low, bracing one of your legs in the air, and you wiggled out of his grasp with a thump to the floor.

"Ah, what an invitation, ma belle! But alas, I cannot. It could never be. I'll see you at lunch." And he left you there, baffled, on the floor.

You wound up getting kicked out of the library after you started shrieking in rage and kicking like a damned toddler. What the fuck was that about?

~*~*~*~

"People are being weird."

"Everyone's weird around you." If Idia's combo kept, this would be a perfect match. "You encourage it in people with your presence. It's a passive AOE. No fighting against it."

"More than normal."

"It's the curse of spring. If you aren't sneezing, you see pretty girls and get stupid." He got his perfect match, and went back to the lobby. "Even I'm not immune to simp fever and spring flowers."

"You sure? You only go outside so you don't die of Vitamin D deficiency."

He pouted at you. "Girlfriends are supposed to be nice to you, you know."

"If I stopped, you'd wonder what's wrong. Anyway, then you couldn't brag to your followers about a tsundere girlfriend."

"You're not even a tsundere! You genuinely like me even when you're mean." He leaned back and stared at the ceiling. "You're maybe sadodere."

"What's that one?"

"Sadistic yet affectionate."

You opened your mouth but genuinely couldn't argue. He was too fucking cute not to be mean to! What can you say? That pwease-no-buwwy aura he got when distressed was just too much.

"Yeah." He paused, a small smile creeping across his face. "Yuu."

"Yeah?"

"You really like stripes, don't you?"

You looked down, at his blue striped shirt you were wearing. It honestly fit you better than it did him. Further down was pinstriped socks, and if you remembered, the underwear had stripes too.

"What do you think."

~*~*~*~

"Mal?" "Yes?" "Why do you have all this even if you don't wear any of it?" "I do wear earrings now, thanks to you." He dropped another oversized ring onto your finger. "The rest, I simply don't bother with unless I must appear in an official capacity."

"So I'm a special occasion?"

He smiled at you, sweet and genuine. "Always."

"Then why am I your jewelry rack today?" So many necklaces. So many rings. There'd be a crown on your head, too, if the crowns for Draconias weren't essentially elabourate chains hanging off the horns.

"Perhaps I enjoy seeing you wearing my things. You wear Shroud's all the time." He was slowly going through a box of rings, trading them on and off your fingers after puzzling over them.

"Your clothes are tailored, and I'm too big around." You thought for a moment. "So, Mal."

"Yes?"

"Are you planning on something you aren't telling me?"

He blanched and immediately went shift eyed. "Of course not."

You took a breath. "I'm gonna say no."

"Yuu-"

"I'm pretty sure your grandmother would eat me alive if I said yes."

"No!" He made a shushing guesture. "I... am planning something. But not a proposal, my goodness, that would be too much pressure for you and would splinter the kingdom." He sighed. "Even if I would like it."

"I know you would. What are you planning."

"No."

"Yes, tell me."

"It's a surprise. You'll get it at some point in the future."

You thought back to some of the stranger events of the past few weeks. "... is it a birthday party, Malleus."

"Nnnnnnoooooooooooooo?" His face was a desperate, wide-eyed mask of please-believe-me.

"Yes it is."

"I didn't say that."

"You might as well have!"

"It's not." He wasn't even facing you anymore, knowing his face would betray him.

You took a deep breath.

"I can keep pretending I don't know. I mean, if you want to throw a surprise party, I can't really stop you. And anyway," you added, "If I don't have a set birthday, there's no way I can know exactly when it's coming."

He relaxed, slightly.

"Don't get me a ring, though."

He chuckled. "That does have implications, doesn't it."

"Don't it, though?"

"I was checking what colours were most flattering for you." He finally turned around, all warm smiles. "I should have known. They all look lovely, because you're the one wearing them."

"Stop." You could feel you cheeks reddening. "If it helps, gold doesn't make my ears act up."

~*~*~*~

When you walked to your dorm one warm day, after school, you simply could not see the building for the brambles grown up since you left this morning.

"Yuu?"

"Grim?"

He squinted at you, unimpressed. "Your prince boyfriend has lost his fucking mind. Why'd he do this?"

"I think I know." You looked in amongst the branches, which held no roses, but something better. You plucked off a blackberry and held it to your little shoulder monster.

"Ew, no. I want tuna."

"Suit yourself." There was a path, and if you got on tiptoes, a tent half-hidden behind the briar. "You ready for a party, Grim?"

"What? What party?"

You shifted him from your shoulder to your hip as you walked along, careful of your sore arm. "They decided I needed a surprise party because I don't have an actual birthday. Figured it out like two... three? weeks ago."

"Why didn't you tell me?" He stopped, looked away, and bristled. "Why didn't they tell me?!?"

"Because you can't keep a fucking secret?"

He yelled and scrambled to the ground. "Hey assholes why didn't you tell me I better be getting presents too-" He's already out of sight, and you can't stop laughing at him. It's better like this, when he's himself.

~*~*~*~

Why is Everyone here. There's a huge stack of presents, there's a buffet table, there's chairs, there's -

"Shrimpie's here!" And then everyone converged with enough words that it was just a wall of sound; mystery hands leading you to a chair, someone was trying to stick a hat on you -

"Wait!"

People only stepped off and quieted because your voice cracked. Idia, hiding in a corner, managed to raise sympathetic eyebrows before whispering something into Azul's ear.

"I gotta go inside for like, five minutes, I'll be right back." And off you went.

~*~*~*~

"You don't seem the type to do drugs."

You looked up and laughed. "Well, Vil, I gotta get through the day somehow." You shook out two pills and poured a glass of water.

"What are they for?" He leaned against the doorway, as though it wouldn't cover his clothes with splinters and dust.

"These," you said as you pointed to the two in your hands "are anti-nausea. They're new."

"How many of those do you take?" He nodded towards the other bottles on the counter. “I didn’t see them during training.”

"Well," you said, as you started to number them off on your fingers. "I started the first ones after Eliza, to help stabilize my organs, the second ones were immunity-boosting after my pneumonia, I started taking vitamins after that as well, I got sleeping pills for nightmares after Jamil blotted - they don't always work, but hey - and, well." You shook your current bottle. "Your curse vapours are pretty good, it turns out."

He blanched, and you backpedaled. "You weren't yourself, and I only have to take these before meals now. I had to get IVs in the morning for a few days, I couldn't keep... wait, wait, shit, no, I'm sorry, don't make that face -"

Vil crossed the distance, putting his face very close to yours. "You should have told me."

"Why make you feel even worse, man?"

"Because I could have formulated something better for the damage." He flicked your nose, more exasperation than malice. "Cures and poison go hand in hand. I can't fix what was done if I don't know."

"Taking care of my medical woes is not your job, Vil."

"You don't get to tell me what is and isn't my job." He squeezed you close with one arm. "You're just an exhausting little potato."

"I'm a delicious little sweet potato that you can't resist."

He sighed, exhausted. "Yes you are. Now take your pills and stop with secrets."

~*~*~*~

"What kept you?"

"Had to make sure there's room in the fridge for all your food, Trey." He hadn't chosen one cheesecake - he had at least two dozen varieties of bite sized miniatures, labeled by flavour and potential allergens. "You were busy."

"Well, I felt like experimenting. I hope you don't mind."

"You're the one doing me a favour." You looked around, everyone chatting idly with one another. "Where's Mal."

"..."

"I swear to fucking god if he didn't get an invitation to the party he helped organize-"

~*~*~*~

It turns out he'd left to fetch an obnoxiously large bouquet of flowers, the scent so overpowering you thought your chair might tip from the force of it.

"You do enjoy them?" Mal was so cute when unsure.

"Yes, dear." As long as people didn't crowd in again. Lately, you can only take so much sensation before your brain shorts out and you start yelling. "Set them on the table, I'll have to start on them later." Hairspray and an arid room would have those dried within the week.

"Which part of the celebration will we start with first?"

"I don't know. It's my party but you're the ones throwing it. Where's Grim?"

He pointed over to one of the set up tables, where Grim sat in a pile of wrapping paper, furiously kick-scratching at a wriggling toy fish as big as he was, while Cater filmed. "We realized a few days ago he'd be unhappy if he didn't get his own presents."

"Aww. Is there catnip in that?"

He leaned in conspiratorially. "We're not supposed to have any on campus because Kingscholar is susceptible to it."

You went right past normal laughter straight to wheezing.

~*~*~*~

So far, the highlights were: A mycological photobook from Jade big enough to crush someone's head with (that he cheerfully wrote as such on the inside flap), an enormous multipack of slipper socks from Ruggie (with a note saying it was a return on the doughnut-patterened ones you'd given him for his own birthday) and a parure set from Floyd, crafted from thousands of woven seed pearls with carved coral feature beads that was frankly obscene in the amount of money it must have cost. (He, of course, said it was worth it as long as you wore it for him, and simply laughed when you quipped that he meant with clothing right?)

The rest was fantastic, still - various books and movies, a pretty glass vase from Ace stuffed with wildflowers, fine silk dresses from Kalim and a simple belled bracelet tucked in, from Jamil. Currently, you were opening a basket from Vil.

"Oh, wow," you meant with sincerety as you pulled out a light, fragrant soap. "You make this yourself?"

"Yes. There's soaps, shampoo, conditioner, perfumes, lotions..."

You smiled at him sweetly. "You saying I stink, Shoenheit?"

He mirrored your smile right back at you. "Be sure to use them."

"... I'm going to kill you," you said, laughing, as you lobbed the wrapping paper at his face.

~*~*~*~

"Az?"

"Mm?" He was watching with amusement as you looked the jacket over, a lovingly tailored frock coat in periwinkle wool and shell toggles.

"Are you sure this'll fit?"

"Of course." He guestured down the table to Rook, who waved. "He checked your measurements."

"When did-" Ohhhhhh. Oh. Alright. "I'm surprised he couldn't tell by just looking."

"I could, mon ange! But that was more fun!"

~*~*~*~

Malleus barely hid his pout when sliding his box over to you, and it didn't take you long to guess why. "Floyd's jewels really show yours up, huh."

"Perhaps," he said, pointedly not looking at the boy currently playing with Grim.

"Yours are more special because they're from you." When unwrapped, the box was stunning; carved walnut with shell inlaid curlicues. "My god, how old is this?"

"Older than I am," he said with a smile.

"How old is that, Mal."

He just kept smiling, and you rolled your eyes and opened the box to reveal a piece far, far different than the frothy confection Floyd gave you. A single, sizable brooch of gilt and enamel, a tiny faerie woman staring up at you with imperious emerald eyes, she was so lovingly crafted you could see the tension of her muscles and the hair between her legs.

"This piece is only a hundred and fifty years old," he said mildly. "The artist lives in the Valley of Thorns, and created it in the image of her lover." His smile was fond, and sweet. "They're still together to this day. Even if we may not last so long, I hope that it can be as strong."

The sentiment was enough to make you tear up.

~*~*~*~

Several tissues and a bat-shaped blanket from Lilia later, Idia pulled out a large box. And another, and another.

"Uh, Idia."

He just turned red as he stacked another box.

"Dude, holy fuck. What did you do?"

"Looked at your wishlist on your shopping websites." He's flickering pink at the tips of his hair. "Couldn't decide."

"I told him to just get them all!" Ortho looked wildly proud of himself. "Some of them are from me."

You blinked several times. "I thought the sites broke." You started feeling faint. "Idia."

"Yes?" He finally brought out one last box, easily two thirds your height, and set it in front of you.

"Some of those dolls were... so much madol."

He was shifty-eyed. "Yeah."

"Some of the outfits were themselves more than some of the dolls on those wishlists."

Despite the redness, his face was still. "Yeah."

"Oh my god." You're already sitting down, but you need to lie down. "That's too much money."

"It's nothing, don't worry about it."

"Why do you have so much money one of those sites alone was at least a million madol's worth of-"

"Please just open the boxes," he said in a strained voice. "I don't want them all staring."

You take your shaking hands to start unwrapping, mentally trying to figure out which rooms in the building were sound enough to hold obscene amounts of porcelain, resin and plastic. By the time you were done, there were over forty of varying shapes and sizes with complete wardrobes for each; the last not even on any list - that was an art piece near as tall as you, a fine bone china girl with golden curls and knowing eyes from an artist whose work did not go for less than five million madol even firsthand. Your vision greyed at the sight of her, and when you came to your senses, everyone breathed a sigh of relief before spending the rest of the evening treating you as something at least as delicate and precious as her.

~*~*~*~

It's just past sunset, and guests are still milling about. You're not really looking at them, though - you're losing your little friend.

Grim's only himself in daylight, now. Once the night hits, he goes back to the strange, feral thing that laid your wrist open to eat a chunk of solid ink. He's gone twitchy, wordless, pacing with his now headless robot fish in his mouth, before finally tearing through the brambles to god-knows-where.

"... I don't know what to do about it. He doesn't come back at night anymore. What if he doesn't come back at all one night?"

"I won't let that happen." Idia was draped over the back of your chair, idly playing with the wrapping on your wrist. You couldn't see his face, but a curious tension was clear in his voice. "How many of those crystals has he eaten?"

"All of them, as far as I know." There may have been one on the camping trip that you were mercifully excluded from; thankfully your restraining order against Vargas meant that Grimm had been allowed to attend by himself. Good thing, too, your period had arrived weeks early. "Do you think it's like mercury poisoning? The effects get worse as more collects in his body?"

"Maybe. It's something to look into."

You snorted, lightly. "What do you know about it?"

"... Less than I'd like." Before you could ask, he leaned down to your ear to whisper, "I'd rather know you."

"What, now?" You looked around at the tables. "There's still people here-"

You barely stifled a cry when he nipped at your earlobe. "I put on something nice for you~" You could hear the smirk in his voice as he played every trick in his book to goad you. "Unwrap me and see~"

It took every ounce of self control in you to not throw him down on the table and take him right there, in front of God and every student in the school.

~*~*~*~

"I'm too late, I see."

"Close that damned door before everyone hears."

Malleus obediently shut the door to the balcony before setting his slotted pillow on the dresser. "They couldn't even if they had their ear to the door, I soundproofed all our rooms months ago."

"Aren't you clever. Did they buy the excuse?"

"I think that they would have believed that you were going to bed if you did not say it as soon as Shroud went inside looking very proud of himself."

You flopped back onto your pillows, eliciting a sleepy grunt from Idia. "Shit."

"And if you didn't trip on the stairs in your haste."

"Now you're making fun of me."

"Perhaps," he smiled, sitting at the foot of your bed and idly stroking your leg.

"So, why didn't you tail up after us?"

"I am, if I try very hard, capable of some discretion, even when it comes to you," he huffed. "And anyway, someone had to see everyone off, get everything put away, and bring the gifts inside."

Your face fell. "I'm sorry-"

He crept up to put a finger to your lips. "It was very simple. Now," he pressed himself against you and turned to look at Idia's drowsing form, "what is this?"

You snickered lightly to yourself. "I think he found my browsing history." All you'd left on him was a fine pair of silk stockings, with delicate stripes from thigh to toe. You'd never thought he'd even consider wearing something like that, but your pretty blue boy was so full of surprises.

Malleus hummed to himself as he reached out a hand, dragging a finger along one bruised hip. Idia only sighed and fluttered his lashes, and Mal let out a stuttering gasp.

"Do you think," he whispered, voice hoarse, "that if I took these off with my teeth, that he would still stay asleep?"

You felt faint at the thought. "I don't know, but let me watch you try."

~*~*~*~

You awoke, later, to Idia sitting with the blankets pooled around his waist, five of his blue screens open. You couldn't make much sense of them, too sleepy to make out the letters on their obnoxious brightness, so you reached out both hands to squeeze his waist.

He yelped and scowled at you. "Go to sleep."

"No, you." The screens weren't making any more sense, but there was, briefly, a picture of Grim. "What are you working on?"

"I'm almost done," he said, which was not an answer but you were too tired to notice, so you reached up his back to wind a few locks of hair around your hand - and pulled, which lead to another annoyed yelp as he quickly saved and closed his work. "Just say you're weak to light attacks instead of doing that."

"You know I am." When he finally laid back down beside you, you put your face to his chest, as much to block out the light from his hair as for warmth and comfort. No wonder he slept so poorly, he literally gave off blue light every hour of the day, that only dimmed once he was already asleep. "Tell me about it later, okay?"

"Later," he said, and you drifted off between your two boys, which was almost as nice as sleeping with Grim in your bed, but this would have to do until he got better.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfiction #malleus draconia #idia shroud #twst grim

37 notes · View notes

lesbianrobin · 4 years

Note

hello em i have a request. can u please rate mr harrington's looks/outfits i just feel like u have the best takes and i'd LOVE to know how you'd rank his choices 👀

this is the single greatest ask i’ve ever received. i will be ranking the outfits, not steve’s moral alignment or actions in each scene. in order of appearance:

The Introduction

4/10

hair is tragic

steve copied this entire fit from a mannequin in the ralph lauren polo outlet store

would honestly be a 0/10 except for the obvious valiant effort being put forth by his lower half to resist the sexless curse of khaki pants. the devil (st costuming department) works hard but by god steve harrington (joe keery’s body) works harder

nice brown watch that certainly came from a department store

also gains points for being next to nancy’s anemic librarian fit, thus looking better by comparison

The Rich Bitch

8/10

thank god he ditched the khakis

hair looks much less demonic

it’s a simple look but the sweatshirt rides up when he shotguns the beer

he also gets wet

solid 8 for sluttiness alone

The Whore

10/10

wet

please note that his chest is waxed. keep this in mind.

The Heterosexual

2/10

hair looks like he dipped his head in glue

bold choice with the grey pants. unfortunately that choice was wrong

matching outfits with your comphet girlfriend isn’t as cute as you think it is stevie

you only get points because despite that ungodly pastel stripe pattern the polo’s decently fitted and makes your arm look kinda nice

The Dickhead

3/10

glue head pt. 2

at least the stripes aren’t pastel this time

The Cuck

6/10

hair slightly less glue-y

yet another striped polo is peeking out unfortunately

but! it’s green and green looks good on him

finally wearing jeans like a normal fucking human instead of weird slacks

pivotal moment in steve’s fashion evolution from preppy male model to sexy morally upright king

his morals are stored in the denim

The Final Girl

9/10

an outfit with a character arc to rival steve’s own

pretty fucking good hair if i do say so myself!!

it’s fluffy!

that shit looks like if you touched it it’d be soft... no glue here!

finally not copying from the goddamn l.l. bean catalog

iconic green slut sweatshirt? check! jacket and nikes? check! fucked-up gorgeous face and baseball bat full of rusty nails? check, baby!

looks good on its own OR with some blood on top

overall a very solid look

The Darling Little Drummer Boy

7/10

babe no... please don’t go back to the khakis... they won’t treat you like jeans do...

not quite glue head but not his best

apparently steve owns a single green sweatshirt, a thousand striped polos, and one very precious christmas sweater

almost makes up for prep-related khaki crimes by being really fucking cute

The Simp

8/10

glue head is DEAD

further evidence that steve harrington’s entire closet is just striped polos

this is his fifth unique striped polo

most of these points are for the sunglasses and the hair

actually all of these points are for the sunglasses and the hair

he’s finally let go of the fucking pastels thank jesus

and you can’t see it but he did wear jeans with this fit i just forgot to make sure they were pictured and it’s 4:15 am so i don’t feel like going back to remake this collage

cannot tell if this is a lighter blue version of the jacket he wore three times in s1 or if it IS the jacket he wore three times in s1 and the color grading is just that different

either way he loves jackets and i think that’s very sexy of him

The Intellectual

9/10

i’ve been waiting for this one... turn it up!

literally invented vests

excellent hair

loses a point for unfortunately introducing steve’s SIXTH unique striped fucking polo

i can’t see the collar but i know it’s there i know you’re wearing another fucking polo steve you can’t hide from me

can’t decide if he looks gay or just really preppy but either way he’s got some repression going on

still a very solid look

The Oh No Oh God It Hurts I’m Looking Away I Can’t Watch This

10/10

yes that middle picture is absolutely to show off the texture of his blazer and not at all me making sure that if i have to see his heartbroken little face then you all do too

anyways i Know that blazer cost at least $100 like i Know that shit’s expensive

excellent gorgeous soft-looking hair that someone ought to run their hands through but only people who haven’t dated him for a year while pining after someone else

emotional devastation... but make it unbelievably fucking sexy

stevie baby i know you’re a colorful guy but please wear more black

The Meathead Jock

9/10

aw christ whatever happened to standards?

introduction of the blue nikes <3

god his hair looked fucking good here

could have gained that final point by using tube socks with blue and GREEN stripes to tie together the shoes and the gym uniform :/

shorts could be shorter but are an altogether appropriate and enjoyable length

fun sweatstain to customize the look <3

The (is there a word for victim of bullying?) Serious Athlete

8/10

the yellow stripe was more fun

still cute though

The Sudsy Boy

11/10

wet

suds indicate that he’s washing his hair, presumably with faberge organics. is this why he’s being bullied?

steve brings his faberge organics shampoo and conditioner and his farrah fawcett spray to school with him whenever he has basketball practice

steve either has shampoo, conditioner, and hairspray in his backpack at all times, or he has a separate gym bag that’s mostly haircare products

just need to make sure we all know that

excellent freckle showcase

his chest is still waxed. please, i beg, keep this in mind

one of his strongest looks

The Babysitter

10/10

his most versatile look to date

a different jacket than the one(s) he’s worn before but it still has the same kind of collar. steve found a jacket he liked and bought it in at least three colors

the whole thing fits So fucking nicely! shirt, jacket, jeans... baby boy is TAILORED

return of the white nikes with the red check indicate that they are his fashion nikes, while the blue nikes with the white check are his sport nikes. interesting.

this fit lasts like 48 hours and steve simply looks sexier as time goes on which is a testament to its quality as well as his inherent power

every new accessory elevates his appearance. roses, nail bat, rubber gloves, blood, sweat, band-aids, bandana, goggles... each element complements the look in its own way!

an overall win

The Chauffeur

8/10

we can’t really see the whole fit but he’s not wearing a striped polo so i’m calling it a win regardless of what’s on his bottom half

cannot give him a 10/10 though because he might be wearing khakis

red is such a nice color on him when it’s not just from his blood

i lied when i said he should wear more black he should wear more colors

that plain sweater absolutely cost $85 or more

hair looks very nice and soft

excellent look!

The Sailor Man

9/10

very precious

absolutely the best hair i’ve ever seen

baby boy got highlights for his hot girl summer!

bright colors make his very red lips pop

shorts could be shorter

love the little accents! especially the white pockets and belt

excellent color coordination on steve’s part with the blue sneakers (notably different than his s2 blue basketball nikes) and the red bruising/blood

i hope you remembered that steve’s chest was waxed. as you can see his chest is now unwaxed. some change between s2 and s3 drove this decision, presumably either his breakup with nancy or the fact that he no longer showers in front of other guys at school. up to your interpretation

shock blanket at the very end is a nice touch so we don’t forget he’s traumatized

The Drowned Rat/The Man Overboard

10/10

wet

shorts could be shorter

the decision to purchase and wear a hoodless raincoat is absolutely ridiculous and stupid

however it is also very steve harrington and i value self-expression

The Chick Magnet/The Flaming Homosexual

100/10

what can i even say about this fit?

the absolute best pants he’s worn thus far. amazing fit, excellent classic wash. i say this as a former american eagle outfitters associate and the winner of my freshman year dorm’s “best at folding jeans” award

manages to make blue jeans with a half-blue denim vest work effortlessly

bold primary colors make him stand out without being too gaudy

excellent pairing of t-shirt with simple stripes and vest with simple color blocking to create a complex yet cohesive and flattering look

simple brown belt gives the look a put-together yet down-to-earth vibe

hair has only gotten better

still wearing that same brown watch that he’s had since the introduction

this man looks like he waxes his chest

this is steve in his final form

thank you for your time

#em talks #asks #long post #steve harrington #stranger things #battleonthedeathstar

1K notes · View notes

bentforkent · 4 years

Text

pictures

penelope garcia x emily prentiss

a/n: my self-indulgent rarepair. sweet penelope and her goth gf. they love each other!

content warnings: SMUT (18+), brat/daddy, yes emily is called daddy i TOLD you this was self indulgent, overstimulation if you squint, oral sex briefly, soft dom!emily and sub!penelope, basically just filthy smut and pretty lingerie

word count: 2191

in which penelope is wearing pretty lingerie and emily wants to keep the moment forever

“Do you like it?” Penelope preens, stretching across the white comforter on Emily’s bed. Her arms rise over her head, allowing Emily a full view of her torso, adorned in bright pink lingerie. The ruffled straps weave across Penelope’s stomach and chest in ways Emily can’t even begin to understand, so she thanks the universe she doesn’t have to. She’ll just fuck Penelope with it on.

“It’s pretty, Pen,” Emily murmurs, running her hands up Penelope’s sides and coming to rest on her breasts. When Penelope gives a soft--nearly imperceptible--whine, Emily tweaks her left nipple through the lacey pink fabric with a chuckle. “Shh, Princess. Let me look at you.”

Penelope sticks out her bottom lip, but Emily is unfazed. She taps Penelope’s protruded lip, mumbles, “put that away,” then continues letting her hands roam Penelope’s body. Her fingertips brush every inch of bare skin she can reach, lighting Penelope on fire. Emily’s touching, just touching, reveling in the soft, supple woman before her. Emily could do this all day. But after what feels like ages, (to Penelope, of course,) Penelope starts to get antsy. Emily’s warm, callused hands are moving everywhere except where Penelope needs to feel her. It’s when Emily grips Penelope’s thighs just above the white thigh-high socks she’s wearing, revelling in the half-moon shapes her trimmed nails leave, that Penelope snaps.

“Are you going to touch me, or not?” Penelope asks, a bite in her words. She knows she’s starting trouble. She knows that Emily’s eyebrow will quirk; that her eye will twitch. She knows she’s overstepped and she’s not being particularly good right now, but Penelope doesn’t mind because she also knows that means Emily will fuck her like she’s being bad.

Penelope’s right, as usual, because as soon as the testy words leave her mouth, Emily’s hands are off of her body and she’s stood at the foot of the bed, looming over Penelope, almost scary. “I thought this was a gift for me, you brat,” Emily says calmly, her left eyebrow raised in mock-disbelief. “You’re not gonna let me enjoy my gift on my own time?”

Penelope shakes her head quickly, the blonde ponytails on the sides of her head swishing. This is what she’s been aching for, for Emily to be mean, for Emily to rough-handle her. This is how it always goes, Penelope knows. Next, Penelope predicts, Emily will tell her to turn over and get on her hands and knees. Penelope knows exactly how Emily works, which is why Emily absolutely catches her off guard by turning away from the bed and stalking to the closet.

Her butt looks cute in that underwear, Penelope thinks, but her thoughts are abruptly cut off by Emily whipping around, shit-eating grin on her face, Hitachi wand in her hand.

Immediately, a sensual combination of regret and arousal washes over Penelope. She sits up, scrambling away from Emily and up against the headboard. “No, Emmy, please no,” she pleads with a coquettish look in her eye.

Emily is a sight to behold in front of her, dressed in only a mismatched bra and underwear set, as if she hadn’t been expecting Penelope to come over. It makes Penelope warm with desire, that idea of Emily carelessly choosing her undergarments while Penelope had agonized over picking the perfect pink set for her girlfriend. Emily returns to the end of her bed, twirling the vibrator as if it’s a baton. Penelope squeaks at the motion of Emily’s tanned, toned arms.

“What’s your color?” Emily asks gently, even though the only color she can fathom right now is the dark pink spot on Penelope’s panties where her arousal is seeping through the fabric.

“Greener than the grass in the Garden of Eden,” Penelope says.

Emily moves to sit in between Penelope’s legs where she sits up against the headboard. Shifting the energy of the room back into one of a scene, Emily pouts at Penelope mockingly. “Impatient little brat just couldn’t wait for me to fuck her, huh?” she teases.

Penelope nods. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she murmurs.

Emily reaches to plug the wand in, and Penelope squirms preemptively upon hearing the tell-tale sound of the vibrations.

“I think,” Emily starts, running the wand against Penelope’s inner thigh in a feather-light touch, “I need to teach you a lesson in patience.” She presses the vibrator against Penelope’s clit experimentally, grinning when she cries out in response. “Can you be quiet for me, Princess?” Emily asks, leaning in to kiss Penelope’s inner thighs repeatedly. God, she wants to taste her, but for tonight's purposes, it doesn’t quite seem to be in the cards. Then Emily contemplates for half of a second, then licks a wide stripe up Penelope’s arousal, through her lingerie. She wraps her lips around Penelope’s clit, sucking once, then pulling away. Satiated, she sits back on her heels and focuses her attention back on the vibrator.

“Oh, Daddy,” Penelope whines.

“Shh,” Emily reminds. She pulls Penelope’s lace underwear to the side, tucking the vibrator underneath so it sits snugly against her clit. Penelope starts to writhe at the stimulation, bucking her hips up against the toy. Emily pushes the heels of both of her hands on Penelope’s hip bones, pinning her down. “You have to stay still for the rest of what I have planned for you, princess.”

Penelope looks at Emily and lets her bitten lips part. “There’s more?” Her facial expression reads, but she dares not to speak.

Understanding, Emily says, “Yes, there’s more.” Penelope lets out a tiny squeak, and Emily shoots her a look.

“S-sorry Daddy, it just---oh---feels good,” Penelope speaks through a moan.

Emily shakes her head, laughing. “You’re lucky you’re pretty, because speaking without permission on any other day would guarantee a few bruises on your ass.”

Penelope smiles widely for a moment, but is cut off by her own pleasure, face twisting and eyes screwing shut as she tries to suppress another moan.

“Penny,” Emily sings, taking advantage of Penelope’s obscured vision. She clambers off the bed, all limbs, and starts rummaging through her bedside table. She can hear Penelope letting out soft whimpers next to her, and the noises only serve to fluster her in her quest to find what she’s looking for. After a moment, her hands feel smooth plastic, and she grins. Her camera.

Well, technically, it’s Penelope’s camera, but after multiple nights of wishing they’d had it at Emily’s apartment, the yellow Polaroid had found a new home with Emily. They’d only ever used it innocently--a picture of Emily while she was napping, a picture of Penelope when she’d tried a new makeup idea, a selfie of the two of them that had come out horribly overexposed---but Emily’s stroke of genius extends far beyond her job and she had decided recently that the sweet camera would be better suited for a more naughty fate.

When Emily turns back to Penelope, she’s rutting her hips against the vibrator.

“Penelope. Cut that out,” she barks, but when Penelope peeks up at her, her visceral reaction to seeing the camera breaks Emily’s resolve. Penelope’s eyes widen and her cheeks flush.

“You’re gonna take pictures of me, Daddy?” She asks, pushing the words out quickly.

“Yeah, Daddy’s gonna take pictures of you, Princess, is that okay?” Emily replies gently, looking for consent.

Penelope nods with a squeak. There’s a wet spot on the bed underneath her, and Emily knows what she’s gonna say next.

“I might--mm--might not last much longer, Emmy,” Penelope whimpers, and tears of frustration fill her eyes.

“Hold it for me, baby,” Emily says, crawling back onto the bed and situating herself back between Penelope’s legs. Penelope juts her lips out in a pout, and Emily snaps a quick picture.

“Hey,” Penelope protests. A tear rolls down her cheek, leaving a mascara track in its wake. “Emmy I--”

“Hold. It,” Emily emphasizes, but turns down the vibrator a notch anyways. “Can you pose for me, pretty girl?”

Penelope shakes her head, but sticks her thumb in her mouth provocatively with a look at the camera. There’s a click and a flash as the photo is taken.

“Good girl, Princess,” Emily says, setting the camera to the side and moving in to kiss Penelope’s neck. She rubs her nose against the soft skin, breathing in Penelope’s perfume. Emily thinks that she might just like to live in this spot forever. But she can’t, she knows, so she settles for sucking a deep mark in the crook of Penelope’s neck. Penelope gasps, and the gasp morphs into a loud moan.

“Okay, pretty girl, let’s get you off,” Emily mumbles against Penelope’s jawline, letting her hand wander to the vibrator, shutting it off and pulling it away. Penelope whimpers at the loss of contact.

“Daddy,” Penelope whines pleadingly, and Emily presses a chaste kiss to her lips.

“You’re so sweet for me, Princess,” Emily says, repositioning to rest her head on Penelope’s thigh. “So soft, so beautiful.” Emily speaks mostly to herself, enjoying the feeling of Penelope’s gaze on her as she nips and kisses her inner thighs.

Penelope weaves her hands through Emily’s hair and tugs gently, subtly trying to pull her closer. Emily’s mouth opens to reprimand her needy baby, but she figures she’s equally as eager, so she decides against it. One of Emily’s fingers circles Penelope’s entrance teasingly.

“Who’s all this for?” Emily asks, looking up at Penelope. She’s frustrated, incredibly frustrated, and instead of telling Emily what she already knows--that Penelope’s pussy is Emily’s only, and Emily is the only one who can get her this wet--Penelope chokes out a sob.

“Please, please, please,” She chants.

“You’re just so fucking disobedient today,” Emily murmurs, granting Penelope what she wants and sliding a finger into her. “Think I spoil you too much, what do you think?” Emily’s words tell Penelope she’s a brat, but her actions contradict as a second finger joins her first, pumping in and out of Penelope at the pace Emily knows will get her off.

Penelope moans, high-pitched and delicate. “I’m sorry, Daddy, really.”

“It’s okay, baby,” Emily whispers, curling her fingers to elicit a reaction from Penelope. It works. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

Penelope’s overwhelmed by the sensation of her Daddy’s fingers working her towards her orgasm paired with the sweet words coming out of her mouth.

“Say it,” Emily demands.

“I’m your good girl,” Penelope whimpers. At her words, Emily’s thumb comes to circle her clit rapidly, drawing her to the edge. “I’m, I’m--” Penelope starts.

“I know, sweet girl. Cum for me,” Emily says, working Penelope through her orgasm.

Penelope, who had been decently good about not moving, squirms through her release. Her legs are flailing, her hips are bucking, all in an attempt to move away from Emily and the overstimulation. Emily lets out a short laugh at Penelope’s desperation, and pulls her hand away from her.

“Good?” Emily asks, after Penelope has calmed.

“Mhm,” Penelope hums, adjusting to lay down.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me now,” Emily calls as she moves to the bathroom and prepares a warm, damp washcloth.

“Too late, I’m asleep already,” Penelope replies. Her eyes are closed, arms wrapped around Emily’s pillow. When Emily returns, she taps Penelope’s ankle gently.

“Let me clean you up, baby,” she whispers.

Penelope peeks one eye open at her. “I have to take this off,” she says, gesturing to her lingerie.

“I’ll help,” Emily offers, but Penelope responds with a short laugh.

“If you could figure out how to get this off, it would’ve been off already,” she says, sticking her tongue out at Emily playfully. She’s right.

After Penelope’s undressed and decently clean, Emily gasps. “Oh, man!” She exclaims sadly. “I only took two pictures.”

Penelope pouts. “One for you, and one for me. No more tonight, I’m sleepy.” Emily sets the photos on her bedside table and crawls into bed next to Penelope. She pulls Penelope against her chest, working the hair ties out of her hair, and massaging where the ponytails were situated against her scalp.

“I know you wanted me to be mean to you tonight, but I just couldn’t do it,” Emily says, carding her fingers through Penelope’s hair. “You looked so pretty.”

“I’m always pretty,” Penelope quips, looking up at Emily to see her playful scoff. “But seriously, I liked this better tonight.”

“Yeah?” Emily asks, vulnerable.

“Yeah,” Penelope responds simply. She could elaborate, tell Emily despite how much she loves rough play and her daddy, Emmy is who she fell in love with, and their nights together are equally as satisfying. She could say that, she thinks, but Emily already knows. She knows by the way Penelope snuggles closer into her chest and by the way their hands intertwine perfectly. She knows by Penelope’s eyes--they’re always lovesick--and by her smile.

Penelope closes her eyes, letting one hand hold Emily’s and the other rest on Emily’s chest. They lay there for a moment, just enjoying each other’s company. Emily is nearly asleep when Penelope shoots upright, wide awake.

“Oh my god, Em, I forgot to get you off.”

#emily prentiss #penelope garcia #emily prentiss smut #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss fluff #penelope garcia fanfic #penelope garcia fanfiction #emily x penelope #prentiss x garcia #criminal minds #cm #criminal minds smut #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fanfic

163 notes · View notes

maryellencarter · 3 years

Text

So the final cause, if I recall my Aristotle (I was terrible at Aristotelian logic, or at least at what the badly illustrated homeschool textbook said was Aristotelian logic), was that my apartment has been growing irregularly more squalorous for months. Occasionally I would have a bout of energy and put my groceries in the pantry, but for the most part I've been doing well to keep up on the laundry. The proximal cause was... probably the coloring books.

Anyway, this morning I put on pants that were not sweatpants, probably for the first time in months, because going to get vaccinated is a festal occasion and one ought to look one's best. (I put on my cute top with the frilly shoulder straps and the little rosettes, too, since I figured it'd be smart to wear something sleeveless. And my combat boots with the pastel tiedye laces, in case of hiking, which also turned out to be smart. I was decked out.)

So then I went and showed a number of people my ID and my appointment email, and they poked me with a timy needle -- not as small as the one they used in the ER for the insulin that time, I didn't even feel that one, but a very nice thin needle compared to my usual standard of needles, which are the ones they use to try and get blood *out* of you, and often fail when you are me. Then they made me sit down for fifteen minutes in case I took an allergy, and then they gave me a lollipop (I got blue cotton candy, my favorite flavor) and a sticker with a hashtag on it and I left.

Then I got to wend my way back from the place where the vaccinations were happening -- it was a big event on the college campus, since they have a lot of nice big rooms and wide open spaces there -- and it happened I was coming back from a direction I do not usually wend my way from, and I dropped into Michaels. Usually I go to Joann's, because they have fabric, which Michaels doesn't, and Michaels is generally a bit froofier in the sorts of craft supplies they stock at least locally, but the Michaels and the Joann's are right across the street from each other, and I still haven't heard anything about my special order on the floss color that Joann's was out of. Michaels doesn't have the full range of DMC colors, but I took a look and they did in fact have the color I needed.

Then I wandered around some, because Michaels actually does have a bigger yarn selection than Joann's, and I found some Patons Kroy (my absolute favorite sock yarn for feel and texture) in a colorway I didn't loathe, which is *not* something I've been able to find since they stopped making that one colorway with all the orange and black and gray stripes, which I loved dearly and can't remember the name of. So I was like "this will be just the thing for that one lace scarf I was looking at that needs wool yarn in case it has to be blocked to look right", because knitted lace is like that and you can't block acrylic. You can "kill" acrylic but that's different and I'd rather not.

Um. Anyway. Then I wandered around some more, because I get into Michaels so seldom that it's handy to look at what-all they've got while I'm there. Over the past... week or so I have had a sudden bout of wanting to color in coloring books, because that happens to me sometimes; there was an impulse trip to the Walmart way out in the boondocks on the unlit road for Crayola colored pencils, because I decided I was not going to pay eight times as much for Prismacolors.

(The really infuriating thing about coloring books, in my opinion, is that right now you can either find the kiddie newsprint coloring books which are with us always, of course, or you can find "adult coloring books" which are *in-fucking-variably* filled with horses and lions and whales and other large charismatic mammals covered in what look for all the world like quilting patterns. If I wanted to color a rendition of a quilt filled with tiny stripes and polka dots, I'd get some graph paper! And the dots and lines and so forth are so tiny that you can *only* color them with colored pencils, because that's Adulty.)

(Yes, I know they sell coloring pages on Etsy and places. I've been avoiding the print shop for at least a month and a half now, when if I would put the things on my thumb drive and go to it, I could start getting my student loans out of default. I would never wind up printing coloring pages off of Etsy. No, I don't know why. Print shops scare me, perhaps slightly worse than post offices.)

Um. Where was I? So I had gone way far out to the Walmart nobody goes to which therefore often has interesting things in stock, and I had discovered that Crayola still does the glitter crayons I had coveted as a tiny, and they also make double-ended scented markers, which are like the coolest thing ever to the tiny early-nineties child I still am in my heart. So as of this morning, my kitchen counter was completely covered with... things. There was already the sewing machine and the Dr Pepper that doesn't taste like an old shoe, and the peanut butter and the elephant-shaped porcelain wax-warmer, but there had been a narrow slot where I could put a plate and eat my meals -- my only table having been co-opted a year ago by my workstation. Now that slot was filled with various Crayola products and a coloring book with mermaids in it, which at least had a few pages that could be colored partly with markers or crayons, instead of being entirely minced into geometric shapes barely larger than a pencil lead.

SO, what happened after I got vaccinated and found yarn and floss, is that I found out that Crayola still makes the *pearlescent* crayons I coveted even more as a kid. I had gotten one in a little sample pack included with my big 64-box, and it was very precious to me. It's long gone now, of course.

So of course then I bought the pearlescent crayons, and then I bitched at Leia for a while about how I didn't have any coloring books I could use these wonderful crayons *on* unless I wanted to go back to the Lisa Frank newsprint of my youth. (They did actually have Lisa Frank. I strongly considered it. But my tastes have evolved beyond newsprint.)

Then I googled some things, and I found Walmart listing a Crayola mandala coloring book. I went to look for it, and I didn't find it, but I did find a different coloring book with "stained glass" style pictures (sadly not on actual tracing paper, but it occurs to me that if I could source some tracing paper, which it further occurs to me that I haven't seen in years although admittedly I haven't been looking, that I could *trace them* and color them and tape them on my windows like the tacky '90s kid I am), which GLORY HALLELUJAH has spaces big enough to fucking color in!

...Michaels also had neon and metallic Crayola crayons. I might go back. They were 24-packs of each. The single silver and gold crayons from my mom's 64-pack were pretty much only used for Easter eggs in our house, so as not to use them up. I just -- I have a wealth beyond imagining of special effect crayons and markers available to me, and I'm struggling to find anywhere to use them. This seems backwards.

So anyway, then I also found a cute sundress big enough to go over my ass, and then I sat in the furniture section for a while and pondered buying a new table so I wouldn't have to keep stacking coloring books on top of the peanut butter jar in order to eat, and it occurred to me that if I took down my Christmas tree, which I've had up since the Before Times (having gotten it from in fact the same Walmart east of anywhere after all the rest in town were sold out of the particular model), then I would have a space along the back of the kitchen counter where I could hypothetically put a table.

So, because I am a sensible and moderate individual, I bought a thing of string to tie up the Christmas tree branches with, and did not buy a table yet. Then it was time for D&D, so I hurried home and put my vaccination card on the fridge and got into the voice chat and started taking down the Christmas tree.

Then it was five hours later, and I had started konmari-ing the whole apartment in order to have somewhere to store the Christmas tree, and I had discovered that my closet shelf was almost entirely full of empty cardboard boxes, so I had pulled all those out and rifled through them to make sure they didn't contain anything important, and after rescuing three cards from a friend and one glasses chamois, I stuffed most of the boxes in a trash bag, jammed the condensed Christmas tree and all the winter blankets and my air mattress and various other wintry things into the giant box my office chair came in, managed to get that giant box up onto the closet shelf (I have some soreness around my injection site but I honestly don't know if it's a side effect of the vaccination or a pulled muscle from wiggling a very large heavy box into a very tight space over my head), and moved the Goodwill oddities into a midsize box that I think I brought my workstation home in, but they just moved the remaining onsite agents into a much smaller room so I don't think I'm going to be asked to bring my workstation back for a while, and when I do go to bring it back I think the monitors will fit nicely in my washtub.

(I'm giving Goodwill my crockpot. After I forgot the garbanzos in it for three days until the chicken broth started to stink, I decided I am not a person who needs to own a crockpot. Also something like eight skeins of rather ugly yarn because I bought too much for the baby blankets I was making.)

(I'm not sure why I own a washtub. It's bright blue and plastic. It does have a use, which is to hand-wash my weighted blanket in occasionally, as of course you can't put twenty-odd pounds of glass baubles in a washing machine.)

(I certainly did make some life choices that led me here, did I not.)

Annnnyway, so now I have an almost empty three-drawer Rubbermaid dresser, an entirely empty and extremely large Rubbermaid tote (I'm pretty sure I could trap myself in there, but I haven't tried), a mostly empty square ottoman which is also a storage box, and a royal shitton of tiny things like office supplies and party favors that don't *go* anywhere.

"A place for everything" is the really hard part, you know. I achieved it once. Then I moved out of that apartment and have never achieved it again. Once things *have* places, then even if you don't have the spoons to put the peanut butter jar back in the pantry right *now*, you know it has a spot between the Hormel and the Chef Boyardee, and it's way easier than "oh god if I open the pantry there won't be any room and I'll wind up putting the peanut butter under the bathroom sink with the Johnnie Walker Black or maybe over the kitchen sink on top of the Thermacare back wraps."

(You're supposed to store whisky upright in a cool dark place, okay. None of the upper cabinet shelves are tall enough, so I could have put it either directly over the water heater or directly next to the oven. Instead it lurks behind the toilet paper, next to the Clorox wipes and the pre-pandemic Lush bath bomb, which I should... probably use at some point.)

Erm. So then I was pondering what-all storage I would need to source in order to begin having places in which to put things, *findable* places which is the real grail, and -- I think I took a pause to read Dreamwidth and someone linked me a plushie trilobite, okay. I haven't yet entirely decided whether to buy it, but it occurred to me that I definitely have no home for a plushie trilobite, any more than for the amazing Zaeed plushie currently trapped under my cross stitching or the Star Wars Build-a-Bear who was supposed to make Ewok noises until three weeks of freeze-thaw cycle in a malfunctioning package locker did for his electronic squeaker, or the poor American Girl doll languishing inside the ottoman.

So then I was like "we used to have that little net corner hammock for stuffed animals when I was a kid, we never could get it mounted right, but perhaps with fewer cooks that would be a good option". So I googled for one, and all I could find was an assortment of JUMBO five-or-six-foot-long double-deep toy hammocks, obviously necessary to keep your child from drowning in the flood of stuffed animals that have taken over beds in the past thirty years.

(Okay, I was pretty toy-deprived as a kid, the 1980s were not in general what you would call a time of less stuff in American households. Still. I have a twin bed. I can hardly even *find* a toy hammock that wouldn't be bigger than my bed in some dimension.)

So then, it being the aforementioned five hours later with a lot of D&D combined with hard physical labor in the middle, I said to myself, said I, "Hammocks are made out of net, and nets are made out of strings." And by god, if there is one thing I'm better at than another, it is making things out of string. I've never actually gotten around to trying out the whole process of making an actual fisherman's net, which is much more closely related to tatting than to knitting, but I have yarn and most of the possible knitting or crocheting supplies I would need to invent things.

Which, at long last, explains why I have paused to write this halfway through creating a triangular filet crochet toy hammock out of sparkly yellow yarn.

Joann's is having a 50% off sale on plastic storage whatsits tomorrow, but I think I'll probably spend a large part of the day putting office supplies into ziploc bags and hanging them in rows on the wall with pushpins so as to figure out what-all I in fact own.

#i feel like this probably needs at least a few warning tags #but i have no idea what those would be at this point

6 notes · View notes

neerasrealm · 4 years

Note

I loved your latest LJxReader so could we have a pt.2 please? When y/n go on a date with him? :D

Y’ALL WANT MORE??? I’M MORE THAN HAPPY TO PROVIDE! It’s actually really interesting to explore the dynamic of the creeps trying to hide the fact that they’re killers/monsters. Writing stuff like this is fun! and also LJ interacting with people he knows is just. fun. building tiny side characters is fun.

Any moment now…

Aaaaany moment now

…

AAAANNNYYY MOMENT NOWWWW-

Damn. That didn’t work? And you were so sure saying that over and over again in your head would make your date suddenly appear from thin air. Darn.

You’re stood on a street corner, patiently waiting for your date. You look calm, but inside you’re buzzing with excitement. You’re head over heels for this guy. He’s tall, cute, funny and has the cutest accent. His smile is to die for and just thinking of it makes your stomach do flips. He’s definitely a catch, and you feel like the luckiest fisherman at the- er- dock? On the boat? I- I don’t know...this analogy is weird.

But anyway! You’re excited for this. It’s just coffee, a simple meetup, but it feels like your wedding day or something. It’s also pretty big. You’re gonna be seeing him outside of his costume for the first time. He’s a performer! And a good one at that. Just another thing that makes him amazing.

As you’re debating texting him again, you hear someone calling your name. You look up and see him. He’s tall, with wispy black hair. He’s….still in costume. A grey crop top, bandages covering his torso, denim shorts, striped socks and sleeves, and a striped cone shaped nose. He waves at you from above the crowd and almost- slithers- his way through it and over to you. He grins as he jogs up, one of his hands tucked behind his back. You smile at him, cocking a brow. ‘’y/n!’’ he greets cheerfully.

‘’Hey Jack.’’ you look him over. ‘’You’re...still in costume?’’

‘’Huh? Oh- oh yeh, er-’’ he fidgets for a moment, rocking on his heels. ‘’Sorry abou’ tha’...I ‘ad a gig booked las’ minu’e an’ I didna wanna cancel on ye so-’’ he shrugs. ‘’Sorry.’’

Normally you would be mad. But you fell in love with this guy in his costume, so a date with him in it isn’t the end of the world. ‘’It’s fine.’’ you smile at him. He seems to relax.

‘’Ah- good, good. Er-’’ he pauses for a second and pulls his arm out from behind his back. ‘’I brough’ ye these.’’

He holds out a bouquet of the most beautiful yellow begonias you’ve ever seen. You take it from him and sniff the flowers. They smell sweet, and fresh. Your heart does flips and somersaults in your chest. You knew Jack was a sweet guy, and you already liked him a lot, but flowers? On the first date? He’s more perfect than you thought. Your smile widens to a grin. ‘’Thank you.’’ you murmur up at him. His cheeks flush pink beneath his face paint and he laughs gently.

‘’I-i’s nofink. I’m glad ye like ‘em…’’ he rubs at his arm nervously. He’s such a sweetheart- he looks at you and smiles slightly. ‘’Er um- so- ye wanna ge’ sum coffee?’’

You nod. ‘’Coffee sounds good.’’

Jack nods back, and then holds out his hand. You take it, your fingers intertwining with his. His hand feels bony and almost...old. The bandages around his hand feel soft, and you can’t help but notice they look brighter than usual, like he just put on fresh ones. His hand is also way bigger than yours. You never noticed that before. Internally, you wonder if he is actually as tall as he is- he...seems shorter today? Or maybe you just remembered him as taller. He’s still fairly tall though, maybe 6’3.

‘’Somefin’ wrong?’’ he looks down at you. Shit, he noticed you staring didn’t he? You blush.

‘’No, it’s nothing.’’ you smile up at him. ‘’So where are we going? Did you have a place in mind?’’

‘’Oh! Er- no- was I suppos’ta?’’ he looks worried for a second. You laugh gently.

‘’No, I just assumed you planned to take me somewhere specific.’’

‘’Hm...well- I do know this li’le place tha’s real nice. We could go there?’’

You squeeze his bony hand and nod. ‘’Lead the way.’’

The two of you walk through the city. Jack is as cheerful and funny as usual, but still extremely flustered. His cheeks stay a soft pink while he tells you funny stories from his past performances and his misadventures through the years. It seems he gets around a lot. You can’t help but admire that- Jack is the kind of person who likes to always seek out new things and go where the fun is. He’s exciting, and you love it. You can’t help but smile smugly to yourself when you realise how lucky you are to have snapped him up before someone else did.

‘’Ere we are.’’ he stops suddenly and you look up. In front of you is a small coffee shop called ‘Sherlock’s’. The sign atop the door sports a silhouette of what you assume is Sherlock Holmes. Through the window you can see racks of cakes, and plenty of people inside. The tiny shop must be awful popular. He grins at you. ‘’This place is th’ best, I’ve been comin’ ‘ere fer donkey’s ears.’’

You step inside, with Jack following you. You barely hear the bell above the door chiming over the sound of people talking. The inside is bigger than you initially thought. The walls are wooden and decorated with all kinds of knick knacks and even a book shelf over in the corner. There’s an old gramophone over in another corner playing old-fashioned music. Towards the back there’s stairs leading up to a second floor, and the entire place smells of rich coffee and freshly baked pastries.

‘’Jack!’’

You’re snapped back to attention by somebody calling your date’s name. A woman with frizzy black hair and glasses steps out from behind the counter. She dusts off her navy apron and rushes forward. Jack steps forward and the two of them hug tight. He chuckles at her. ‘’Ow’ya, Rosie.’’ he greets her like an old friend. She steps away from him and gives him a stern look, her hands on her hips.

‘’You haven’t been here in over a week! We were getting worried!’’ she chides. She gestures to a couple other employees behind the counter. They laugh at her and shake their heads.

‘’Ey lads.’’ Jack smiles at them before turning to Rosie again. He pats her head like she’s a child. ‘’Sorry luv. I wuz busy!’’

‘’When aren’t you busy?’’ she mutters, shaking her head. ‘’You’re going to be nothing but skin and bone if you keep avoiding us! Honestly! And what about Cody and Junior, hm? I haven’t seen those boys in forever! Not to mention Sally!’’

Jack laughs again. ‘’Awrigh’, awrigh’. I’ll drop in more often, I promise, an’ I’ll bring th’ boys wiv me.’’ he turns to look at you. ‘’I did bring some’ne wiv me though.’’

‘’Hm?’’ Rosie tilts her head and looks over at you. Her stern expression softens to a smile. ‘’Oh! A new friend of yours?’’

Jack laughs sheepishly. ‘’Eh- yeh, yeh,’’ he clears his throat and gestures for you to come closer. Bemused, you join him by his side. ‘’y/n, this is Rosie. I’ve known ‘er since she wuz jussa basin ‘f gravy!’’ he laughs gently. You have no idea what that means, but you shake Rosie’s hand to be polite.

‘’It’s nice to meet you.’’ you murmur. Rosie smiles.

‘’Nice to meet you too!’’ she looks up at Jack. ‘’They a new member of the family?’’

‘’Eh- er- n-nah no’ really um-’’ Jack fidgets a bit. ‘’They’re eh- me da’e.’’

Rosie looks surprised. She looks over at her other employees, who look equally surprised. ‘’Well you should have told me you’d be bringing a date here! Honestly, we would’ve reserved a table for you two and cleaned up!’’ she shakes her head. Jack blushes a darker pink.

‘’S-sorry.’’ he murmurs. Rosie shakes her head disapprovingly and looks at you.

‘’Don’t mind him, y/n. I’ll get you both the best table in the house,’’ she smiles sweetly at you before turning around. ‘’HEY! JEREMIAH! IS THE BACK BOOTH OPEN?!’’ She screeches. The other employees don’t even bat an eye at her. A teenage boy pokes his head out from behind a wall and nods. Rosie looks at the both of you. ‘’Right then! You know where to go, Jack!’’ she chirps.

‘’Thanks Rosie.’’ Jack says with a smile. He takes your hand and leads you across the cafe. There’s a second room in the back you hadn’t even noticed. It’s small, with only a couple tables, a window and a small booth in the back. Jack gestures to the booth. ‘’After ye.’’

You take a seat. The booth’s seats are just wooden benches, and the wall juts out slightly so that you can basically hide from sight if you so wanted. Jack sits across from you and smiles.

‘’So- you come here a lot, huh?’’ you ask, looking around.

‘’Yeh. I ‘elped Rosie star’ th’ place up! I’ took a lo’a money an’ fundraisin’, bu’ now lookit ‘er! Business is boomin’!’’

You laugh a bit. ‘’Wow.’’ so that explains why the employees treat him so nicely. He helped them start this place up...he’s even kinder than you thought! As you’re about to ask him a bit more about Rosie and the cafe, you’re interrupted by the boy from earlier, Jeremiah, placing a tray on the table. He puts a slice of chocolate cheesecake in front of both you and Jack, along with a menu. Jack looks up.

‘’Eh- Jer, we ‘aven’t ordered ye’.’’ To your surprise, Jeremiah replies via sign language. Which you don’t understand. But Jack apparently does. He laughs gently and shakes his head. ‘’Awrigh’. Tell yer ma we said thanks.’’

Jeremiah nods and walks away. You look at Jack. ‘’What’d he say?’’

‘’I’s on th’ ‘ouse,’’ he smiles at you. ‘’Rosie’s a peach.’’

Huh! Well then- you grab your fork and cut into the cheesecake and take a bite. It’s- the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted. You blink in surprise. The crust crunches pleasantly in your mouth and is slightly salty, but the sweetness of the chocolate balances it out. The actual cream cheese part is smooth and thick, and almost melts in your mouth. You look up and realise Jack is smiling at you from across the table.

‘’I’s good, innit?’’

‘’This is amazing!’’ you exclaim. ‘’How come nobody told me this place has the best cheesecake around?!’’

Jack laughs. ‘’Jus’ wai’ till ye try th’ ho’ choc’la’e. I’s th’ bes’ aroun’, I promise ye tha’.’’ he looks over the menu for a second. ‘’Ye can ge’ anyfin’ ye want. I’ll pay.’’

You blink. ‘’You will?’’

‘’Yeh. Rosie gives me discounts.’’ he winks. You grin a bit.

‘’Alright then…’’ you continue eating the godly cheesecake before speaking again. ‘’So...who’re Cody and Junior?’’ you finally ask. Jack looks up.

‘’Oh! They’re eh- roommates! I live wiv a lo’a people. We all pitch in fer rent an’ all’at. Kinda like a circus, we’re one big fam’ly! ‘Xcept i'm th’ only clown there.’’ he winks at you again. You laugh.

‘’That sounds nice, living with such a large group of people.’’

‘’Ehh...i’ is, bu’ i’ ge’s tirin’, ye know? I mean eh- when I tol’ every’ne I ‘ad a da’e they all kept pesterin’ me! Last time I tell any ‘f those eejits anyfin’.’’ he shake his head tiredly. You laugh again.

‘’Really?’’ you smirk. ‘’I didn’t know I’d cause such a stir…’’ under the table, you poke his leg with your foot. Jack blushes. Hard.

‘’E-eh- heh- well eh-’’ he looks away nervously, fidgeting anxiously. ‘’I’ve...never really gone on a da’e b’fore…’’

‘’Really?’’ you’re genuinely surprised. Sure his costume might be off putting, and his thick accent adds to how intimidating he is, but he’s a sweetheart and a funny guy! How come you’re the first person to ask him out?

‘’I eh- didn’ fink any’ne’d like me like tha’...I mean I-’’ he shakes his head. ‘’I dunno…’’ he laughs gently and gives you a nervous look. You soften.

‘’Well I like you.’’ you say gently. You reach over and put your hand on his. He stares at you in shock, then softens, smiling again. He laughs softly and looks you over. His gaze is soft, loving. Your heart flutters as he looks you over. Your cheeks flush red. He’s so cute...the way he smiles, the way his crystal blue eyes caress your face, the way he curls his hand around yours and squeezes it. You love him. You’re head over heels for the guy and your first date with him has only just begun!

‘’Ey y/n?’’

‘’Yeah?’’

‘’There’s choc’la’e all over yer face.’’

And it’s off to a terrible start.

#ask #anon #anonymous #laughing jack #laughing jack x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta fanfiction #writing

29 notes · View notes

starboyten · 5 years

Text

sweetheart - l.dh

badboy!haechan x college student!fem reader

genre: angst, smut, fluff

length: 10,264 words

warnings: mentions of violence, drug use, underaged drinking, smut (oral, fingering, unprotected sex), language, (tw) mention of sexual assault

a/n: this is my first long fic! if you are uncomfortable with ‘00 line smut, then this isn’t the fic for you, sorry. refer to my rules tab in my masterlist to know more. each ‘~’ indicates a change in time, aka a flashback or memory. this is also not proof-read, so hopefully there aren't any major mistakes. enjoy!

———————————————————————

You walk through the front door, tossing your bag onto the ground and exhaustingly kicking your shoes off. It was an end to another long day at the office, and if you had to look at another computer screen you’d scream. Your eyes immediately land on the black vans sitting neatly along the wall along with your shoes and you chuckle, knowing he was here. Haechan always carries one of the keys to the apartment with him.

“I’m back!” you shout, acknowledging your presence. The sound of sock-clad feet comes rushing towards you as you step into your living room.

“Sweetheart!” Haechan exclaims, coming up to you and immediately connecting his mouth with yours, wrapping his arms around you. You’re taken aback at his eagerness but gladly welcome his lips. You smile into the kiss, happy to see your excited boyfriend. Haechan is surely happy to see you too, as the kiss contains nothing but tongue and teeth.

“Well hello to you too,” you say, pulling away from Haechan’s eager lips. He whines as your hands slightly push against his chest, his lips chasing yours for another kiss. He looks at you and pouts, his now swollen lips puckered a cherry red. Your hand comes up to card through his hair, the dirty blonde locks styled up into the way you’ve told him you like it: up so his forehead was showing. The day he toyed around with his hair gel before your dinner date and jokingly styled it this way, you didn’t make it to the restaurant as you couldn’t keep your hands off him. Haechan looks at you and cocks an eyebrow, his one eye drooping into a wink.

“I think I’m gonna go now,” says a voice behind Haechan. You look over his shoulder and see Jisung sitting awkwardly on your couch. Your eyes go wide and you bury your face in Haechan’s shoulder as Jisung stands up and makes his way to your apartment door. “Talk to you tomorrow Haechan, bye y/n.”

“Bye Jisung,” you mumble in embarrassment. Haechan says bye as well and the apartment door slams shut. You hit Haechan’s shoulder. “You really had to do that in front of Jisung? His innocent eyes Hyuck! Oh my gosh, I’m so embarrassed.” you ramble, detaching yourself from Haechan’s loving embrace and covering your face with your hands.

“Hey, can’t I kiss my girlfriend in front of other people?” he defends himself.

“Yes, but not like that!” you grumble, face flushing. “Why was he even here anyway?”

“Business,” Haechan says flatly. Your face immediately falls and you cross your arms, furrowing your eyebrows at him. Haechan rolls his eyes. “Not that kind of business; he needed advice on how to properly advertise the dance studio on campus. It’s part of their initiation for new dancers.”

You lean back against the armrest of the couch and look at him tight-lipped, obviously not convinced. Haechan goes and stands over you, looking down at your scrunched up face.

“You know I stopped doing that kind of stuff a while ago,” he says quietly. He grabs your chin and tilts your head up so you look into his eyes. “For you.”

You see the sincerity in his eyes and your features soften.

Ever since you came into Haechan’s life, he’s changed his habits to make you feel as comfortable with him as possible. That meant giving up the dangerous (and quite illegal) activities he participated in — you mattered more. His persona didn’t change though; he was still the leather-clad, mustang driving, enigmatic person everyone saw him as. But behind the dark eyeliner, there was a sensitive human being afraid but capable of showing emotion. It took you a long time to figure out and pick apart his clichéd façade, but you eventually concluded that he was, in reality, a loving pile of mush that would do anything to see you smile. You let out a sigh.

“I believe you.”

Haechan lets out a sigh as well in relief and kisses your forehead. You wrap your arms around his torso and he presses small lingering kisses onto your neck.

“Besides,” you feel his hot breath against your skin. “The only drug I need is you.” Haechan nips at your ear.

You let out a small sigh of content and Haechan pulls you up off the couch by the belt loops on your jeans. Your face burns as you feel his hands grab your hips. He is quick to reconnect your lips in the same way as before when you first walked into your apartment. After a few hot seconds, he pulls away from you and you let out a whine. Haechan practically basks in your neediness.

“You’re so cute, all flustered and desperate for my touch.”

You knew this kind of behavior only meant that his ego was being boosted, which he loved. Even if you were a ball of putty in Haechan’s hands, you didn’t always enjoy being toyed with.

“I don’t give in that quickly, baby.” You place your hands on his and release yourself from his grip.

“Well somebody’s a mood killer,” Haechan grumbles.

“Go take a shower, you reek of hormones,” you shout at him, walking past him and into your bedroom. Haechan stands there, defeated and turned on.

You’re lying on your side of the bed, scrolling through your phone. The door to your bedroom opens with a small creak and Haechan slithers his way into the bathroom, a navy blue towel with the monogram LDH embroidered on it hanging from his forearm — his towel. You hear the faucet to your shower turn on. It’s almost comforting, knowing Haechan is here with you, healthy and safe, instead of out in the streets doing God knows what.

Sometimes you wonder what would’ve happened if Haechan had never stumbled into the dingy café you worked at after school at the beginning of junior year, warily demanding a black coffee before fainting to the ground. He was crossed out of his mind, and you had found out he had been beaten after stripping him of his bloodied, drug-ridden red velvet jacket in the back room.

“How did this happen?” you asked, quickly stripping him of his jacket to see if he was bloody anywhere else that wasn’t his face.

“Do I know you?” he grumbled in return, not answering your question.

“No, but I know you,” you mumble, scrunching your nose at the familiar smell of weed that reeked from him.

He was well known in the small university you attended. He was a junior, just like you. You had seen him being arrested quite a few times throughout the years you’ve been here. Outside of your apartment had become a frequent location for him to get arrested. Every time you heard a siren outside of your building at the beginning of the year you knew it was because of him.

“Is it him again?” your roommate questioned.

“Yeah,” you said, peeking out the window. “Who exactly is he again? I always see him but I never know his name.”

“His name is Haechan; he’s sold me weed before. He’s a well-known seller around campus, but he just doesn’t know when to stop getting in trouble.”

“How is he still here? And not, you know, expelled?” you asked, closing the blinds just as Haechan was shoved into the campus police car.

“He’s a charmer,” your roommate chuckled. “He has a way with words. And the law.”

“What you’re doing is dangerous,” you told Haechan, opening the first aid kit to clean his battered face. He had bruises everywhere on his face, and his eyebrow was cut open.

“You have such pretty lips sweetheart, I bet they’d look even better shut,” he snapped, angering you even further.

“If you weren’t so fucked up right now, I’d smack that dirty look right off your face. Too bad you are and I just have to be a good person and help you.” That shut him up.

You continued to clean his face, trying to ignore the hisses he let out as you pressed antiseptic to his cut and bandaged him up. You gave him some water and Advil to help him sober up enough to walk. You were successful in prying his address out of him, to your surprise.

“I’m not going to call the cops on you, even though I should,” you said while walking him back to his apartment. He hadn’t spoken a single word to you the entire way back until you had gotten to the front door to his apartment.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“I’ll tell you when you’re fully sober if that day ever comes. Goodnight.” And you left.

The next day, going to work had seemed surreal to you. Your mind was clouded with the image of you cleaning up a bloodied boy in the back room of the café, and that scene kept replaying in your head all night. The day didn’t get much better when Haechan’s face was the first you saw during your morning shift.

“Hi sweetheart, remember me?”

He was still a smug piece of shit, although this time he looked much more cleaned up, and you could finally get a good look at him.

He was dressed in a yellow striped turtleneck and black jeans with a chain around his neck. Gold eyeshadow and dark eyeliner were smudged around his eyes and he was wearing black vans that made an irritating scuffing sound as when he walked. His hair fell over his forehead and was dyed so intensely orange that he could be spotted from a mile away. Perhaps that’s what he wanted. But the thing that stood out about him the most was the red velvet jacket he was wearing -- the same one he was wearing last night. And the worst part was, he was handsome as hell.

“I don’t know; You’re nearly unrecognizable when you don’t look like complete shit.” The bandage you put on his eyebrow was still there and you smirked. “I’m surprised you even remember me, you couldn’t even walk straight. And it looks like you took quite a beating yesterday, maybe it knocked the stupid out of you.” He chuckled at that.

“I have a good memory when I want to remember things. Oh, and love the attitude, sweetheart.” The repeated pet name startled you. “One coffee please, black.”

You didn’t know where your sudden boldness came from when you spoke with him. Perhaps you were just fueled by his attitude towards you. You hated when someone talked down on you. Just hearing him speak and seeing who he was ignited something within you to try to get into his skin.

“Y/n! You’re on break now,” your boss hollered from around the corner.

“So y/n,” Haechan leaned against the counter. “That’s your name.”

You blushed and quickly brewed his coffee. You saw the victorious smirk adorning his face and you hated it. “I don’t think I’ve properly introduced myself. I’m Haechan.”

“Oh, I know,” you said, handing him his coffee and taking off your apron.

“Hm, seems like you’ve heard of me.”

“Who hasn’t,” you retorted. He clicked his tongue.

“I like you, sweetheart. How about I take you out sometime?”

“How about a deal instead?” you said, slapping your hands on the counter and leaning over to match Haechan’s posture, surprising him. “You take me out if you tell me what the hell happened last night.” Haechan sighed and stepped back from the counter. He picked up his coffee, placing a five-dollar bill on the counter and turned his heel.

“No can do, sweetheart. The only deals I do involve drugs,” he said before walking towards the door. “Keep the change.”

“You owe me!” you yelled quite loudly, attracting attention from the other customers lining up behind him. Embarrassed at your loudness, you ran over and stood face to face with Haechan. “I patched your crossed ass up and walked you back to your apartment. Even better, I could’ve called the cops on you but I didn’t. I think you owe me a favor.” He looked down at you wide-eyed, before returning to his natural painstakingly handsome pissed look.

“Fine.”

“I’ll give you ten questions and that’s it,” Haechan mumbled, fiddling with his thumbs from across the table. Before you could ask your first question, your coworker Jeno came over.

“Hey, Hyuck! I didn’t know you were friends with y/n.”

“I’m not,” he seethed, shooting Jeno a look. Jeno seemed to have gotten the message and quietly shuffled back to his work area without another word. He glanced at you and you gave him a sympathetic look before looking back at Haechan, your eyebrows raised.

“So, Hyuck,” you smiled smugly at him, mimicking his words from before. “That’s your name.”

“Do NOT call me that.”

“Okay, okay,” you put your hands up in defense. “You know Jeno?”

“Been friends with him since freshman year.”

“Why won’t you let me call you Hyuck? That’s your name isn’t it?”

“It’s Donghyuck, for your information. Only my friends call me Hyuck, and we are not friends,” Haechan growled. “You can call me Haechan. That’s my street name.”

“Your street name,” you laughed, covering your mouth with your hand. Haechan leaned over the table and you stopped laughing and sucked in a breath.

“You’re down to seven questions, sweetheart. Ask wisely.”

You pursed your lips and sat up in your chair, folding your hands in front of you.

“What happened last night?”

“Business.”

“Define business.”

“Business.” You pouted. It seems to be impossible to get a straight answer from this guy.

“You’re impossible.”

“You’re cute when you’re upset.” He smirked at you, your face burning and you internally kicked yourself for letting Haechan produce such a reaction from you.

“Who beat you up?”

“An unhappy customer,” he sighs. “The booze and weed usually take the pain away.”

“So that happens a lot,” you winced. “That’s comforting to know.”

“It’s my life, sweetheart,” he said almost too casually as if there was nothing wrong with it. The thought of him being completely okay with this lifestyle made you shift uncomfortably in your chair.

“Y/n! Break time’s over!”

“Oh no, looks like time’s run out,” Haechan said sarcastically, standing up from his chair.

“Wait!” you said, grabbing his arm. “I still have five questions.” He stared down at your hand grabbing his arm and you realized what you were doing and retracted your hand quickly. “I’m so-“

“I’ll be here tomorrow, same time. Don’t miss me too much, sweetheart.” Haechan winked at you before strolling out of the café.

You were shocked to find out that your lab partner was best friends with him.

“Despite what he does, he’s a sweet kid,” Mark said to you during a lab one day. You told him about your horrific night shift involving a very drugged and beaten up Haechan, and he had laughed and shaken his head, saying that was “a typical Haechan thing”. That scared you.

You waited at the table you sat at yesterday, keeping your eyes on the clock that hung above the menu.

He said he’d be here. Why should you have trusted anything he said? He made a deal, so he has to come. The argument with yourself inside your head ceased when the chair across from you skidded and Haechan sat himself down.

“Good morning sweetheart, I got you a coffee.”

Haechan handed you a cup of fresh coffee, brewed there in the café. You blushed at the sudden nice gesture, surprised to say the least. Taking a sip, you relished in the creamy, sweet flavor, just how you liked it.

“I knew you liked your coffee sweet. How typical,” he said, rolling his eyes.

You set your coffee down, trying not to let Haechan’s words get to you too much this time. You wanted to finish the deal and get on with your life.

“Do you have any hobbies?”

Haechan groaned. Why was he so pissed at a simple question?

“What is this, fucking speed dating?” You sat there waiting for an answer. Haechan huffed. “I sing, or at least I used to. And danced. I was pretty damn good at it.”

“Why’d you stop?” you asked, curious to know that he has — or at least used to — have a hobby that wasn’t being an asshole.

“I grew up. It was childish of me to think I’d ever become a star.”

“There’s still time, you can change.” Haechan laughed out loud.

“You’re hilarious, sweetheart.” You crossed your arms at him. It’s obvious he wasn’t taking this as seriously as you were, so you just decided to get straight to the point.

“Why do you do what you do?” Haechan stopped laughing and went quiet.

“Why do you care?” he said, slightly annoyed at such a personal question.

“Because I wanna know why the fuck you choose to do something that could get you killed.”

“You want the truth?”

“Obviously,” you scoffed. “I wouldn’t be sitting across from you if I didn’t.” Haechan sat up in his chair before speaking.

“I have to pay for college somehow.” This time it was you who went silent. Haechan let out a nervous huff before continuing. “I wasn’t originally this extreme, you know. Of course, my parents didn’t like my behavior before all of this mess, but it was just because of the way I dressed and the music I listened to. I come from a very conservative family, and when that saw what I was doing, they were disappointed. I crossed the line for them when they got a call from the university freshman year of college explaining how I had gotten blackout drunk and passed out at a party, which sent me to the hospital. That’s when they cut off all funding for me. I have to survive somehow.”

You were speechless. You didn’t expect him to tell you such personal matters.

“I’m sorry,” you said, nervously reaching for his hand as an attempt to comfort him. “I understand.”

“No, you don’t. You don’t understand half of the shit I go through.” You brought your hand back to your lap.

“Why do you use it though? You don’t have to use what you sell, you know.”

“You don’t get to tell me what I can and cannot do!” Haechan slammed his fists down on the table. The café went silent, people glancing nervously your guys’ way.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, looking down at your lap.

“You’ve got one question left. Ask it and get this over with so I can fucking leave.”

You shuddered, exhausted from being yelled at by him. It was enough to make you cry; you hated when people yelled at you, you could never contain your emotions well enough the way you wanted. Haechan groaned loudly when you didn’t respond right away and that was your breaking point.

“Do you hate me?”

It was a stupid question. You barely even knew the kid and you think you have some sort of emotional connection with him? You asked this as your last question, how fucking stupid are you?

Haechan looked up at you, surprised at your question, but was even more surprised to see tears rolling down your cheeks. His face fell when you looked up at him for an answer.

“Why are you crying, sweetheart? Of course I don’t hate you.”

You cover your face with both your hands. You feel humiliated, weak, crying in front of him.

Despite knowing you were embarrassing yourself, you kept on rambling, letting your emotions take over your brain.

“You talk to me as if I’m an idiot when all I’ve done is try to be nice to you. I helped you when you were intoxicated and got you out of possible trouble, and you haven’t even given me a ‘thank you’. So yeah, it’s pretty obvious that you don’t like me.”

Haechan hated seeing you cry. He’s seen many people cry because of him in his lifetime, but none have ever affected him like this. He barely even knew you, and that’s what hurt the most. The feeling he had was unfamiliar to him: guilt. Haechan scooted his chair over next to you so that he was next to you.

“Hey,” he said, putting his index finger under your chin to tilt it up, making you face him. You immediately froze at the contact and your eyes went wide. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I’m so grateful you took care of me that night. And I do not hate you at all. I promise to make it up to you with this date if you’d still want it. I understand if you don’t.”

“N-No, I want it,” you said, wiping your face. “A deal’s a deal. I’m free tomorrow evening at 5 after my shift.”

“I’ll pick you up here then,” Haechan says. You nod and he smiles at you. You sit there quietly for a second and you realize Haechan is staring at you.

“W-What?” you stutter. Haechan brings his thumb up to your cheek and you swear your heart stops right then and there.

“You’re so pretty when you cry,” he says before standing up and walking towards the door. “See you tomorrow, sweetheart. Wear something cute.”

You remember how this was your first ‘date’ with Haechan.

After you clocked out, you quickly changed into the extra outfit you brought with you to the café. He picked you up minutes after your shift ended, and taken you to see a drive-in movie. You were nervous at first because you saw other students here and were afraid that people would think you were seeing Haechan. It’s not that you hated him (that much), you just didn’t want people to get the wrong idea.

“Do you like these kinds of things?” Haechan looked over from the driver’s seat and blinked.

“What do you mean?”

“Like, movies and stuff, you’re into that?” He scoffed and leaned over the gear shift towards you.

“You act like I’m an alien or something. I’m still a human, you know. I have a life.”

You didn’t ask him anything else after that, rather you tried focusing on the movie. It was an old horror film, probably filmed in the seventies and ridiculously clichéd.

You turned to catch Haechan staring at you, analyzing your reaction to each scene in the film. It startled him, and for the first time, you saw the color red fill his cheeks.

Haechan had never met someone so enticing as you. Yes, you were nosy, and that annoyed him, but you didn’t deal with any of the shit he gave you. You always had something to say, and that intrigued him. You were witty and sharp-tongued, a familiar trait he carried himself. He liked seeing someone who could match him. He just never thought it’d be someone so normal like you. You were something else.

All of the other girls he’s had in his life were all the same. Too submissive. Seeing you take control of any situation was like him being a stack of paper clips and you a magnet — he couldn’t keep away.

“Are you cold? You looked cold,” he asked out of pure panic.

The sun was setting on the crisp October evening, and the wind had just started to pick up. You looked at the interior of Haechan’s black convertible mustang, and you wondered how long he’s been selling drugs to be able to afford such a luxurious car and college tuition. You didn’t think you were cold before, but now seeing the look on Haechan’s face, you were shivering.

“Kind of,” you said.

Haechan quickly took off his red velvet jacket and tossed it around your shoulders. His actions froze you on the spot, and you wondered if he wore this jacket every day. He avoided any kind of eye contact with you for the rest of the movie.

Sleep was taking over your body by the time the movie was over. Your head leaned against the cold metal door of Haechan’s car; it was uncomfortable, but his jacket kept you warm.

“Hey,” Haechan lightly shook your shoulder, “I need to get you home.”

You stirred in your sleep, and he couldn’t resist himself. He reached out to touch your cheek, just to feel how soft your skin was versus how soft it looked. He drew back his hand quickly when your eyes slowly opened.

“Where do you live?” he asked, starting up the car and gripping the steering wheel. You thoughtlessly mumbled your address and he drove off.

“Was tonight... okay?” Haechan asked, stuffing his hands in the front pockets of his jeans as he walked you up the steps to your apartment. “Did I make it up to you?”

“Yeah,” you said, smiling. “Thank you.” You began to take off his jacket when he stopped you.

“Keep it for now; it gives me a reason to see you again.” And with that he jogged off and jumped into his car, speeding away into the night.

You remember the first time Haechan kissed you.

You and Haechan grew closer as the semester went along. He had opened up a bit more to you since then, telling you about all his friends at school besides Jeno and Mark; fellow juniors Jaemin and Renjun who, along with Jeno, he was rooming with and the sophomore he befriended in his history class, Chenle. He also told you about Jisung, a freshman he grew up with back home, majoring in dance.

He was an advertising major, which you figured probably helped him get where he was in the drug dealing business. His grades were good, surprising you fully. You also found out that he had an interesting music taste. Based on what he told you about how his parents felt about his music, you assumed he was into some heavy metal death rock, but he wasn’t. He’d constantly play Michael Jackson whenever you two would study together, which happened fairly often now. He loved classic rock and soul. It seemed fitting for him, and you found that endearing.

You slowly got to know the real Haechan; the person behind the makeup and bright clothes. You wished his habits would change though, but you knew that it wouldn’t just happen overnight. But he was changing alright, at least around you he was.

Did you consider you two to be friends? You didn’t know. You still hesitated to call him by his real name, afraid Haechan only considered you two to be on an acquaintance level and not friends.

It was a cold December night when Haechan told you he was taking you somewhere special for your fifth ‘date’.

You two weren’t officially dating, Haechan just continued to make plans with you out of the blue, and you always went along. On the third ‘date’ between you two, he took you into the city nearby to go out to eat. He had grabbed your hand to help you cross the street but didn’t let go of it until you both and gotten to the restaurant. That’s when you began to feel different.

‘Make sure to bundle up’, he texted you. You dressed in a sweater and jeans, along with a long puffy coat, scarf, gloves, and a hat. He picked you up from outside of your building, the cover on his mustang up to shield any passengers from the cold. He was dressed in a long coat and was wearing minimal makeup, a contrast to his usual appearance.

“You look cute,” he said as you walked up to him. “Like, a worm with a pom-pom on its head cute.”

“Don’t know if that’s a compliment or not but I’ll just pretend it is,” you responded. “You look less like Adam Lambert today, it’s fitting.” Haechan laughed out loud at that.

“Where are we going?” you asked, digging your heel into the snow on the pavement. Haechan opened the passenger side door and you slipped in, the heat from the vents warming your cold skin. He ran around to the other side of his car.

“It’s a secret, sweetheart,” he said as he sat down in the driver’s seat.

The park he ended up taking you to was lit up with lights, the perfect atmosphere for the holiday season. The trees were covered in bright white lights, and giant plastic snowflakes hung from the streetlamps.

“What are you going to do over break?” you asked him as you both walked around the park. He shrugged.

“I’m not sure, probably just stay at home most of the time.”

“Aw,” you said, kicking the dirt in the path. “You’re boring.” Haechan suddenly grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Would you visit me? You told me we don’t live that far away from each other back home.”

It’s funny how the human body works. Your cheeks right now were numb from the frigid December air but felt as if they were on fire. He looked at you with such adoration that you felt something bubble in your stomach that felt familiar to the day of your third ‘date’.

“I suppose I could.” A wide grin spread across Haechan’s face.

“Good, I don’t think I’d be able to survive break without seeing your face at least once.”

You stopped in your tracks as Haechan now took both of your hands in his and faced you. His ears were a crimson red and you wondered if it was because of the cold or because of the same reason your cheeks burned at this very moment.

“Haechan?”

He leaned down towards you. You could really see his eyes now. The hanging lights that covered the trees shone like stars in his dark eyes. He was beautiful.

“Please, call me Hyuck.”

He kissed you. His lips were warm, contrasting to the outside temperature. Your whole body was ignited, no longer your cheeks on fire, but from head to toe, you were.

“I thought only friends could call you Hyuck?” you asked after pulling away.

“You can’t spell girlfriend without friend, can you, sweetheart?”

You looked up to see Haechan smirking. You smiled and shoved him, covering your face with your clothed hands. He hugged you.

It felt right.

You remember your first big fight with Haechan.

“You don’t dictate my life y/n!”

“Can’t you see what you’re doing is dangerous? I’m just trying to help!”

This argument was vaguely familiar to you but was the cause of most small arguments between you two. But this time, you’d had enough.

You caught Haechan dealing right outside your apartment. He promised he’d stop. He promised to take your advice and seek financial help from the school after winter break. He promised.

“God, you’re still the same annoying bitch I first met who can’t keep her damn nose out of my business.”

Your eyes glossed over in numbness. All thoughts swirling through your mind went numb. But you learned to hold back your tears, to not show weakness in a time such as this. All because of him.

“And you’re still the same fucked up asshole that loves making people feel like shit whenever they try to help them, I see. Seems like we never do change, do we?”

Haechan didn’t mean what he said. But you didn’t know that, how could you?

“Sweetheart... I’m so-“

“Get out.”

“But-“

“I said get out, Haechan.”

He left. Your door slammed shut and you crumpled to the ground and burst out in tears, breaking free of the chains you assembled to protect your emotions from him.

Hours went by, it seemed. At some point you crawled your way towards your bed, hoping to wrap yourself in your blanket and make everything else go away. You didn’t get very far, as Haechan’s red velvet jacket was strewn across the floor, haven fallen from your desk chair. You cried even harder, knowing he’d be back. You wondered when.

You remember the first time Haechan made love to you.

You were at the first party since midterms ended, and all you needed at this very moment was alcohol in your system. Shot after shot you took back in your apartment combined with the beer being handed to you by some random frat boy was enough to get your body moving and hormones racing.

Your friend had ditched you to talk to the boy behind the DJ system, leaving you swaying along to whatever bass-boosted song was playing.

Haechan’s eyes burned holes into your figure. He couldn’t come up to you and hold you though, you weren’t his. All he could do was watch you from the corner of the basement.

Parties weren’t his thing, but he knew that you’d be here, you always came to this house when you needed to get away from reality. He knew how you could handle your alcohol, and he saw that you were nearly gone at this point.

You were wearing his jacket. It was tied around your waist, and he wondered for a moment if you missed him.

That thought went away as he watched a random guy came up to you and began dancing with you. He tore his eyes away when the guy suddenly kissed you. He couldn’t bear seeing your lips against someone else's while you were wearing his jacket. Crushing the empty beer can he was holding, he stormed upstairs to get some air.

Feverish lips attached to your neck as unfamiliar hands roamed your body, squeezing, pinching anything this person could get ahold of.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” they mumbled in your ear.

You were led blindly up the basement stairs and to the closest bedroom in the fraternity house and ungracefully pushed onto the creaky bed. The person wasted no time in getting their hand up your skirt.

“Wait, no,” you slurred, reality beginning to show through the fog in your brain. They continued their actions and you felt them pull at your panties. “Please, stop,” you yelled as loud as you thought you could, tears beginning to form.

You don’t recall what happened next, but the hand up your skirt was swiftly ripped away from your body seconds later. You do remember hearing the slam of a door open and a body hit the ground.

Your eyes tried to focus on who was in the room with you. You could make out people outside the door staring and gasping at something. What? You heard the undeniable sound of knuckles on a skull and turned your head to see Haechan pummeling the guy who was previously on top of you into the ground.

“You never touch her again!”

You had never seen this side of him before. He looked so angry, so hurt. His eyes screamed murder, but a different kind of murder than what you thought. You thought his eyes screamed murder when he yelled at you in the café, but these eyes screamed actual death. The same eyes you saw stars in now contained nothing but fire. You wished to see the stars in them as you had before. You missed him.

“Hyuck...” you said, reaching out for him.

He stopped his actions at the sound of your voice. The fire in his eyes was exhausted the second his eyes landed on your trembling figure.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s me, I’m here,” he whispered, ditching the now beaten guy and scooping you up into his arms. “I’m gonna take you home, okay?” You hummed and clutched onto his shirt.

It was like a scene from a movie. Haechan made his way through the house with you curled in his arms. People stared, shocked that he was at the party and was carrying you. He carried you out of the house and into his car, buckling you up delicately and driving off.

“I wanna stay with you,” you mumbled as he pulled his car up to the front of your apartment.

“You can stay with me at my place,” he said, grabbing your hand. You let out a tired yawn and smiled. Haechan’s heart ran a 5k the entire way back to his apartment

Haechan held your hair back as you vomited into his toilet.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart. You’ll feel better soon.”

After you emptied the contents of your stomach, Haechan carefully stripped you of your clothes, leaving you in a bra and panties, and gave you one of his t-shirts to wear. His jacket fell from your waist, and he picked it up before folding it and putting it alongside your clothes. He had never seen your bare body before, and he had to remind himself of your current intoxicated state to prevent him from doing anything he might regret.

You sat on the toilet as Haechan took a warm washcloth to your face to remove your smudged makeup, along with his as well. He washed your face with his favorite scented face wash, laughing at the faces you made with the foam all over your face. Your mouth hung open as he used a spare toothbrush to brush your teeth.

“There,” he said, cupping your cheeks and grinning. “Now you’re ready for bed.”

A goofy grin spread across your face and you fell forward into his arms, burying your face into his neck. Pressing slow and long kisses on his neck, your hands began to wander to the hem of his shirt. He missed this feeling -- the feeling of your body against his. The closeness with you had finally returned after so long, and he was ecstatic. But as he felt your tongue lick a long stripe up the side of his throat, he knew your intentions were for something else.

“No, sweetheart,” he said, painfully peeling away from you. “Not tonight.”

You looked at him confused. You’re finally back with him since February and he won’t finally fuck you? Overwhelmed with confusion, tears fell from your eyes.

“You don’t want me.”

“No no that’s not it, sweetheart,” Haechan said, cupping your cheeks. “I want you, so bad, I really do, but I can’t right now. You’re not in the right state.” He brushed away the tears that ran down your face. “Let’s go to bed, okay?”

You sniffled and nodded and he climbed into his bed with you. You comfortably wrapped yourself around Haechan, clinging onto him.

“I missed you,” you whispered. Haechan wrapped his arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

“I missed you too.”

You awoke feeling like complete shit. Your head was pounding and you couldn’t remember last night, or how you even got in bed. You took a deep breath and your nose was filled with a familiar smell of citrus and mint— a far too familiar smell. Rubbing your eyes, you looked to see the sun shining through the blinds. You reached over towards the side table to check the time on your phone, but something was wrapped around your stomach, restricting you from doing so. You suddenly remembered that you don’t have blinds on your windows, but curtains.

You looked down at the hand that was wrapped around you, and the unmistakable tan skin made you gasp.

Slowly turning in his grasp, you saw Haechan’s shirtless sleeping figure lying peacefully next to you. He was breathing quietly, the sunlight peeking in through the windows painting his skin with golden stripes. You finally got to admire his bare face for the first time. You had seen it plenty of times before, but you never had time to really look at every aspect of his naturalness. Under the heavy layers of eyeliner, you were so used to seeing, laid a young face. He looked so... boyish, so innocent. He was ethereal.

You weakly reached over to touch the mole under his right eye, seeing if he was real and actually laying next to you and that this wasn’t a dream. It had been months since you were last this close to him. Touching the skin on his face, you felt the first tear fall.

A hand came up to cover yours, and you saw Haechan’s eyes flutter open. He looked angelic, his face puffy from sleep and orange hair messily falling over his tired eyes.

“Hi sweetheart,” he said, his morning voice audible, tugging at your heartstrings.

“Oh, Hyuck,” you suddenly sobbed, throwing yourself into his hold. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, hey,” he caressed your hair, placing a nervous kiss to your head. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” you continued to sob. “I should have never let you go. I can’t deal with not being with you.” Haechan tilted your chin so you looked directly at him. God, those eyes again.

“Well, you have me now. I’m not going anywhere.”

You kissed him and it felt like he had never left. He felt like home and you knew he was.

Pulling away, he nuzzled his face on yours, and you felt his eyelashes against your skin. You relished in the smell of him and savored the way he rubbed the skin just above your hip bone under your shirt. Well, not exactly your shirt, which reminded you.

“What happened last night? How did I get here?” You felt Haechan freeze. He brought his face up to your neck and placed a small kiss there.

“You don’t want to know.”

“Hyuck,” you cupped his cheek. He looked at you and his eyes were filled with sadness. “No more hiding things from each other.”

The look he gave you nearly broke your heart. His demeanor changed from loving to almost scared. You sat up along with him and he held you in his arms before laying out everything to you, from the beginning of the party to tucking you into his bed.

“Oh god,” you said, releasing yourself from his grip. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”

“Sweetheart it’s okay,” Haechan said, reaching for you. You flinched at his touch and his heart shattered.

“I can’t believe I just whored around like that,” you grimaced, burying your face in the palms of your hands. Sobs started racking through your body. “I’m disgusting.”

“You are absolutely not!” Haechan lifted the covers and turned to face you. He pulled your hands away from your face and cupped your cheeks. “None of this is your fault, and you are definitely not a whore.”

“I feel so dirty,” you said, refusing to open your eyes. You wrapped your arms around your sides, not believing that you let someone invade your personal space like that.

“Nothing happened, I promise,” Haechan reassured you, wrapping his arms around you. “I got there just in time.”

You relaxed in his arms, melting into his embrace. It was almost deja-vu, except this time it was you in his arms. He was safe because of you; you were safe because of him. You were each others’ heroes.

“I need you,” you said.

“I need you too,” Haechan replied.

“No, Hyuck,” you said pulling away from him. “I mean I need you.” Haechan’s eyes widened in realization at what you meant.

“A-Are you sure? I mean after last night-”

“Please don’t mention that,” you said, grabbing his hands. “I want you to make me forget last night ever happened.”

You placed his hands on your stomach under your shirt. He searched in your eyes for confirmation and upon seeing your eyes look at him in want, he wasted no more time waiting. His hand wrapped around to your lower back and he gently laid you down on the bed, as the other came up to gently hold your waist. His lips danced across your tear-stained cheeks as his fingertips ghosted across your pelvis.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his lips trailing down to your jaw. You let out a quiet moan as Haechan’s lips traveled to your neck where he began sucking lightly on the skin there. You felt his thumb slip under the waistband of your panties, wetness beginning to pool there at the simple action. “Okay?” Haechan asked, looking at you for any signs of discomfort.

“Yes, please,” you breathed out, becoming more desperate for his touch by the second. His hand slipped under the fabric and you let out a sharp cry as his finger came in contact with your clit. He began rubbing lazy circles on your sensitive bud before dipping his fingers down to your entrance.

“You’re so wet already,” Haechan whispered, sucking in a breath. He began placing wet kisses along your neck, slowly traveling to the hem of his shirt you’re wearing.

“I’m going to take off your shirt, okay sweetheart?” You nodded and raised your arms above your head and Haechan pulled the shirt off of your body, exposing your nearly naked body to him. You moaned at the loss of contact from within your panties, reaching out to touch him. He drank in the sight of you, nearly naked, laying on his bed waiting for him to touch you. “I’m so lucky,” he choked out, kneeling over you. His lips reattached themselves to your skin, sucking lightly on your collarbone. His fingers went back to massaging your clit, eliciting a loud moan from you, while the other hand went under you. You arched your back to give him better access to the clasp of your bra. He unclasped it in one go, and the thought of him doing the same thing to other girls crossed your mind briefly, but it was pushed to the back of your mind as his plush lips wrapped around a nipple the same time he pushed a finger into you. The sound you let out was unholy, and Haechan thanked the heavens his roommates weren’t currently in the apartment to hear it.

He palmed your other breast as he scraped his teeth over your nipple, making you squirm in pleasure.

“So pretty,” he groaned, his lips leaving your chest and ghosting over your sternum. He ran the tip of his tongue down your body, making the hair rise on your skin. His lips reached the hem of your panties and you moaned in anticipation; Haechan could practically smell your arousal. He hooked his thumbs under your panties and slowly pulled them down your legs. You watched as he flung them behind him and giggled lightly. He smiled up from in between your legs and pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee.

“You like this sight, sweetheart?” You bit your lip, smiling and nodding. He chuckled before placing a kiss on the inside of your thighs. “Gosh, you’re dripping. So gorgeous.” Haechan had to keep your legs pried open as he placed a tentative kiss to your clit.

“Shit, Hyuck,” you moaned as he licked a stripe up the center of your core, all the way to your clit before drawing circles on the bundle of nerves. Your hands flew to his orange locks and he groaned as you pulled on them, which in turn sent a wave of electricity through your body. His finger swirled your essence around your entrance and he slowly pushed it in once again. The pace of his finger was brutally slow, but he made up for it by curling the digit ever so often, making you arch off the bed in intense pleasure. The combination of Haechan’s finger pumping in and out of you and his lips on your clit was enough to produce a warm feeling in your abdomen. You felt as if you needed to pee, so you knew you were close to cumming.

“Hyuck, I’m close,” you breathed out, and Haechan added another finger, scissoring you apart. He harshly sucked on your clit, and you clenched your thighs as you cried out, releasing on Haechan’s fingers.

“So sweet,” Haechan groaned as he licked up the juices that flowed from you. You shuddered when he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked on them, cleaning off your cum. Haechan sat up onto his knees, and his length was visibly straining in the sweats he was wearing. You reached up to grasp the waistband of them, but Haechan grabbed your wrist before you could pull them down. “No, sweetheart.”

“But I wanna-” you protested, mouth watering at the sight of it right in front of your face.

“Another time,” he said sweetly. “This is all about you.” Haechan shuffled off the bed and you whined, grabbing his wrist before he could stand on his feet. “I’m getting a condom, sweetheart.”

“No,” you said, tugging him back onto you. “I’m on the pill, it’s okay.” He let out a sigh and cupped your cheek, lips attaching themselves to yours. “Want you to cum in me,” you mumbled into his mouth, causing him to groan loudly on your lips.

“Fuck, I’m crazy for you.” Haechan shuffled out of his sweatpants and his boxers were quickly discarded as well. You wrapped your arms around his neck, placing another small kiss on his temple. Running the tip of his cock through your folds, he let out a shuddering gasp, his hot breath fanning your neck. You let out a whimper whenever he brushed up against your clit, the bud still sensitive from Haechan’s lips. “Let me know if you’re uncomfortable, I’ll stop immediately.”

You nodded, pressing a kiss to his cheek, relishing in his sweet behavior. Haechan slowly sunk into you, the feeling immediately making you wince. You hadn’t had sex since your last boyfriend, which was senior year of high school. The feeling was almost foreign to you; you’d only used your fingers to get yourself off since then. As your walls stretched, the burning feeling you felt when you lost your virginity returned, and you sucked in a breath, eyes watering.

“Okay?” Haechan reassured, looking at you, his eyes immediately showing concern at your tears forming. You nodded, letting out a huff.

“Yes, just please go slowly.”

“Anything for you,” he breathed out, placing a kiss on the corner of each of your eyes. He slowly inched into you, letting you adjust to his size. Once he bottomed out, you let out a sigh of relief.

“Mmm, so big,” you whimpered, clenching around Haechan’s cock.

“Fuck,” he moaned into your neck, cock twitching inside of you. He gently bit into your neck, his tongue soothing the spot after. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

Tapping his hip as a signal for him to start moving, another blissful sigh left your lips as the burning sensation slowly turned into a pleasurable one. Haechan held onto your sides, his elbows caging you under him as his hips connected with yours with every thrust. The feeling was so good, too good, that your teeth dug into your bottom lip to prevent you from moaning too loudly. Haechan noticed your face contorted with pleasure, his mouth quivering up into a smile at how good you felt because of him.

“Don’t hold back, sweetheart. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” Your lip slipped from your teeth on command, imprints of your front teeth dug deep into the skin.

“So good,” you moaned, and that only caused Haechan to quicken his pace. Your nails dug into the flesh of his bare back, surely leaving scratches.

“God, you’re so fucking hot, I’m gonna cum soon. Are you gonna cum with me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, fuck, yes Hyuck,” you whined loudly, grabbing at the hair at his nape. With a spare hand, Haechan brought his fingers down to your clit, rubbing furious circles on the swollen bud. You threw your head back in pleasure, the familiar warm feeling bubbling back.

“I-I can’t Hyuck. I’m gonna-” you choked out, squeezing your thighs around Haechan’s waist.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” Haechan said, fingers digging into your hip. You looked up at him, and he looked incredible. You wiped the fringe of his hair sticking to his forehead away from his eyes, thumb coming up to brush over his lips. You surprised him by slipping your thumb between his lips, his eyes going wide yet obediently sucking on the digit.

“Hyuck,” you gasped, your walls sporadically clenching around his cock as you came, your vision going blurry as the orgasm rocked through you. Haechan moaned around your thumb, hips stuttering as he came inside of you. Your thumb slipped from his mouth and a moan ripped from Haechan’s throat as he released everything he had into you.

“Fuck, oh my god, all mine, you’re all mine,” he moaned, his forehead going to touch yours.

Haechan collapsed onto you, careful not to crush you. Heavy breathing filled the air as you both said nothing, just basking in each other’s presence, bodies tangled together.

“You did so well,” he mumbled into your neck, pressing kisses on the purple marks he had left there. Your hands fell by the sides of your head from around his neck, you being too fucked out to say anything. He brushed the stray hair away from your face and admired your post-fuck glow. “You’re absolutely breathtaking.” You giggled, peeking one eye open to see him staring down at you with such love in his eyes in almost made your heart burst.

“C’ mere,” you mumbled, reaching up to make grabby hands at him. He chuckled and nestled into your neck, rolling both of you over so you were on top of him, never pulling out in the process. “Thank you,” you mumbled against his chest, eyes drooping closed, sleep slowly creeping up on you.

Haechan’s heart was beating so fast he swore he could see it pumping from the outside of his chest. It took everything in his power to prevent him from saying those three words that would change the course of your relationship, so he opted with a panicked ‘you’re welcome’ instead.

You slept comfortably that morning, unaware that Haechan had completely and utterly fallen for you.

You remember the first time Haechan cried in front of you.

“Shhh it’s gonna be okay,” you soothed him.

“H-He’s leaving, what am I gonna do without him? He’s my best friend,”’ Haechan sobbed into your shoulder.

Mark was graduating in a couple of days. You could tell how much Haechan adored the boy, he turned into a whole different person around him. Whenever you and the rest of Haechan’s friends got together you could tell that they had a bond so tight they considered themselves to be brothers. And now that Mark was moving on with his life, moving on to bigger and better things, the boys were devastated, especially Haechan.

“He’s not gone forever, Hyuck. He promised he’ll visit as much as his job will allow him. You’re gonna be alright.” Haechan crumbled to the ground with you in his arms. You dragged him to your bed, tucking him into the sheets and cooing him until he was silent. “The graduation ceremony is in a couple of days, we need to see him,” you whisper, stroking his hair. “Promise me you’ll go. The other boys will be there along with us.”

Haechan was silent for a second before he squeezed your arms and mumbled.

“I promise.”

The dress you decided to wear was fitting for the event. A baby blue sundress complimented your figure nicely, each stitch hugging your curves perfectly. You slipped on your white sandals and grabbed your purse, calling out for Haechan as you made your way into the living room.

“Hyuck! We don’t want to be late!”

You stepped into the bathroom to see Haechan fixing his tie. He was wearing a suit, something you’ve never seen him in. His hair was gelled up so his forehead was showing, the tan skin illuminating off the bathroom lights. He had on minimal makeup, a warm orange eyeshadow lining his eyes.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You were whisked out of your trance as he glanced at you smugly in the bathroom mirror. His eyes wandered down your body, a pink tint ghosting his cheeks. “Wow, you look uh, really good,” he swallowed.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you retorted, coming up and finishing his tie. He glanced up at you with heavy eyes as you straightened out the wrinkles in his sleeves. Looking up at him, you could tell he was getting emotional again by the way his eyes were glossing over. “It’s gonna be alright.” You cupped his cheek and he leaned into it.

“I know,” he sighed, grabbing your hand. “Let's go.”

The ceremony was joyous, the excited faces of soon-to-be graduates sitting along the chairs across from the stage. You met up with Jeno, Jaemin, Renjun, Chenle, and Jisung, sitting in the stands high enough where you could see the stage perfectly.

“Wow Hyuck, never thought I’d see you in a suit, ever,” Chenle laughed.

“Yeah, I was convinced you’d be wearing sweats on your wedding day,” Jeno added, slinging an arm around Jaemin who just laughed along.

“Not a chance,” Haechan chuckled, squeezing your hand that was intertwined with his, causing your heart to swell. You sat next to Mark’s parents and family, introducing yourself. They welcomed you with warm hugs, and a kiss on the cheek for Haechan from Mark’s mom, causing him to blush in embarrassment.

It wasn’t long before the ceremony started, each graduate being called to the stage and handed their diploma. Mark was eventually called up, the boys around you hollering his name. He looked directly up at you in the crowd and waved.

All the now-graduated students threw up their caps in unison once the president of the university congratulated them on their graduation, a roaring cry of joy falling from the crowd.

You glanced up at Haechan, and he was crying, but not of sadness, but happiness.

You remember the first time Haechan said he loved you.

It was fall of senior year, you and Haechan had gotten an apartment together a little off-campus. During the summer you had been interning at a newspaper agency, and you had loved it there. Everyone else seemed to love you too, as you were one of the hardest workers there. That morning you had received a letter in the mail with the best news of your life.

You burst into your guys’ shared bedroom, jumping onto the bed and shaking him awake.

“Hyuck! Baby wake up!”

Haechan groaned when you straddled him, slinging an arm over his eyes and hitting you with your pillow.

“C’ mon sweetheart, you know I need my beauty sleep.” You rolled your eyes, smacking him with the pillow causing him to let out an exaggerated ‘oof’.

“Shut up idiot, I got the job!”

Haechan’s eyes flew open and you let out a startled cry when he sat up quickly, grabbing your hips.

“What?! Really?” he exclaimed. You nodded excitedly and he grabbed you into his arms, causing you to squeal. “I’m so proud of you sweetheart! Oh my gosh, my baby’s employed!” You laughed when he rolled you over so he was hovering over you, caging you in his arms. You looked up at him, his face showing nothing but adoration. He leaned down to press a tender kiss against your lips. “I love you,” he mumbled after pulling away. Your eyes went wide, as he had never said those words to you before. Pink dusted your cheeks and he smiled fondly down at you, a small smile adorning his face. “I’ve wanted to say that for a while but I had to convince myself that I was worthy of you first. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Oh Hyuck,” you hiccuped, tears beginning to form on your waterline. “I love you too. So much.”

He kissed you again, this time deeper, with more meaning behind it. It felt so genuine, so raw as if your life had become complete with him in it.

“Let me take you out to lunch to celebrate, you deserve it,” he whispered after pulling away.

“Got an hour or two?” you said biting your lip, tugging at his shirt.

“Oh?” he said teasingly. “I see lunch isn’t the only thing you want me to eat today.” You groaned, covering your face in embarrassment.

“Oh god, just shut up and kiss me before I change my mind.” Haechan chuckled before bringing his face down to yours.

“Gladly,” he said, bringing his lips down to your again before slowly trailing them down your neck.

You chuckle at all the memories you’ve had with Haechan, reveling in everything that’s led up to this exact moment. Sighing, you get up from the bed and strip down nude, walking to the bathroom. Haechan is humming a tune in the shower, and his honey voice calms your nerves as you open the shower door. He turns around to face you, a smirk adorning his face as he offers you a hand. You step in, the warm water cascading down your back, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“You just can’t get enough of me, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes, pressing your lips against Haechan’s. You two stay in the shower until your skin prunes, images of permanently pruned skin flashing in both of your eyes, the thought of growing old together not seeming like such a scary thought.

You silently thank the stars above for that night in the dingy café that gave you your forever person.

2K notes · View notes