#did i spend multiple days and hours getting this ready to be shared? maybe so

[overexciteddragon]

If you're struggling with your bookkeeping as a small artist, writer, or creator, especially during tax season... I made a spreadsheet!

I've always felt like there was little to NO resources on how to deal with taxes and bookkeeping when my idea of a career is "charging random Twitter users 200 dollars to draw Rouge the Bat wider than she is tall", so in my incredible autism perseverance I spent months looking up all the info I needed to keep track of it all, finding out what "it all" even was, and then spent another 4 years slowly working on that tool...

I've created this Google Sheets spreadsheet in 2019 and every year during tax season I change it around to fit my needs better as a small creator and small business, I think I'm finally confident in it as a useful tool to share it with others that might need at least something to help them with this

It's pay-what-you-want with a minimum of CAD $1, I just ask for a small amount of support if possible since I've made this from scratch!

I'm sharing the online file because I could not figure out how to not fuck up the charts if I exported it in any file type, but if you'd like to you can export it and use it in Excel! You might just have to redo the charts :(

I hope this helps anyone even a little bit!

And if you have any advice on how to better this spreadsheet (for the general public, not for yourself, that's on you to edit into your own copy!), please let me know!! I taught myself Excel script, formulas, and editing so I can't really say I'm an expert lol

[nrdmssgs]

Hello my lovely person :) I hope your day is treating you well.

Question about Zhar... is there any unintentional habit that she does that Nikolai notices and find it endearing??

🥰

Masterlist

smut. because I can. because we need it.

It's the little things, that get Nikolai. Little things nobody else, not even she notices.

From the outside, it might seem as if they are not even a couple: each of them is always on the run, constantly drowned in work. But when they finally end up together and alone - it is a myriad of little things, that shows Nikolai, how much she cares.

And right now, as he lays in a bed, fighting sleep, he craves these little things. Nikolai did not risk coming to another country only to meet Olga 12 hours earlier without warning her. As much as he loved surprising her - he didn't want to find out, what happens to the man in her hotel room, when she awaits to spend this night alone. So he sent her a short message, letting her know, he will be waiting in her room.

He is almost asleep, when she opens the door and silently slips inside their room. Nikolai could sleep soundly in the same room with a working chainsaw, but Olga always engaged all her stealth-skills, when he wasn't awake. She takes a quick shower and finally enters the main room, filling it with the aromas of soap and her cream.

When Olga softly and carefully climbs onto the bed, he is ready to take her in his arms and press against his chest. But then comes one of her little habits: she covers his face with a blanket. Nikolai knows what it means - she wants to work a bit more, needs some light for that and is worried, that can wake him up.

He told her multiple times, that years in the military has taught him to sleep in any circumstances, but she still made sure, that Nikolai has silence and darkness around, when he rests. That wasn't even intentional from Olga's side - she cared for him so much -  her body did that automatically.

Nik spent no more than a minute under the covers, listening to the rustle of paper pages that she brought to bed. No way he is going to let her work. Not now, when she is so close, so warm and tempting.

He scoops her in a one swift motion, traps her body securely, holding her under the knees and behind her back, so that she practically has to lie down, pressing her side to his chest.

"Hey." Nikolai's voice is quiet but insistent - he is not going to share her attention with work.

"Hey. Sorry, I need to finish the calculations before tomorrow. Go to sleep, radost`*." Another little habit, she unintentionally develops only for him. Usually one won't be able to squeeze a single Russian word from this woman, but for Nikolai she finds the warmest pet names.

"No, you don't. Nebo moyo*, throw these papers away for one night, will ya?"

"I throw these papers away - I will have nothing to present to my boss tomorrow, Nikolai." She kisses his cheek, but turns away, when he tries to catch her lips.

"Fuck that guy, I couldn't care less." Nikolai rumbles lowly as his hands start wandering around her body.

"Nik, you are 'that guy'! How am I-"

"I said what I said." His lips travel down her neck and pause for the last three words to tease her with hot breath. 

"Fuck. That. Guy."

She tries to concentrate on work, she really does. For a few minutes, Olga looks at the papers, but cant read a single character there. And who in her place could, when Nikolais hands squeeze her thighs, adjust her body so, that she feels how badly he needs her, when his breath falls heavy and his low raspy moans reach her ears.

He smiles to the sound of papers falling down from their bed. It is maybe the little things, that get him, but right now he needs more - he needs all of her. So Nik pulls off her big old T-shirt that she uses as a sleepwear and makes a mental note to thank her later for not wearing panties tonight.

His lips finally meet hers only after he spent enough time on kissing, licking and nipping every centimeter of her chest, to make her pant and whimper. Nikolai will eventually switch to just softly loving her, but for now he needs to claim her, take all her attention, destroy whatever self-control she has left. When his tongue slips past her lips - his fingers brush against hot wet folds and drown inside her.

Olgas vision goes white. She arches her back, and digs her fingers into his shoulders, leaving red marks. Slamming her eyes shut, she moans, feeling Nik smiling against her lips.

"I know, I know, I know, nebo. Such a violent man, interrupting your work!" He breaks their kiss and coos, deepening thrusts of his fingers. "What will this poor girl tell her boss tomorrow, when he asks her, where are the calculations? How would she be able to look him in the eyes and think of anything except her coming all around that guy's fingers, all around that villains cock? Or maybe it would be his lips, reminding her of..."

She grabs his forearm, trying to slow his movements. "Nikolai, please! I won't be able to hold-"

"You want me to help you, darling?" He purrs right in Olga's ear. He doesn't lower the pace or intensity of his movements, though. "I will. Gladly. As many times as you want. But you will have to ask nicely. Tell me, how you want it. Maybe my girl wants to go on top and have me pretending for a few minutes, that she is in charge? Only hold her steady and fuck her lovingly, but mercilessly later?"

"No, I want it as we are now..." 

And when Nikolai is ready to throw his head back laughing and tease her more, she does that another little thing, that gets him every time. Olga runs her fingers through his hair, directs his face to meet her gaze and quietly adds 'Please'.

He freezes for a moment and swallows. Nikolai maybe is able to make her all worked up with his hands, but she can do it with one gesture and one single word. Her single 'please' is enough to get this man on his knees.

"Anything for you." He lowly growls, lining himself.

Nikolais initial plan was to pent her up to the point, when she comes all over him the moment he enters. But that plan goes to hell, when he eases himself inside her and feels her hot walls squeezing him perfectly.

"You are.... F-fuck... Nebo, I'll need the second round. F-f-f" Nik hisses, holding her thighs apart, as she moves towards him. She is too good, she feels, sounds and smells like a heaven. Nikolai thought, he's seen it all, but her body is a pure magic to him.

It is his turn to try to slow her down, make her stop moving, so he holds her tightly, pressing kisses against her temple. "Sh-sh-sh, I beg you, nebo. Let me take a pause, let me go down, just don't-"

"Please!" she moans back breathlessly. "I want you just like this."

He can't say no to his girl. Not when she asks him so eagerly. So Nik clenches his teeth on her neck and his movements become more desperate in a primal hunger for her release.

Maybe it is her arched back, maybe its his hand squeezing and guiding her hips, but they find an angle, that make them both close their eyes and almost suffocate from her release leading to his. Nikolai holds her firmly, breathing and grunting heavily with his last pushes. 

He finds his favorite spot to kiss Olga - right behind her ear, then lower and lower: all the way down, till his lips are pressed against her shoulder. She used to flinch when he touched her scars, but that little habit was a thing of the past. His girl trusts him enough that he can see her, touch her wherever he wants.

It's the little things, that get Nikolai. Even if these things are dead habits.

radost` - my joy

Nebo moyo - my sky/heaven

[spaciousreasoning]

Lawn and Health

The new lawnmower arrived Tuesday morning, in a big box carried by two Amazon employees from a very large truck. We had them place it in front of the garage door, and later we moved it inside after getting some things to donate out of the way and into the back of the car. Neither St. Vinnie’s or Goodwill would take the desk chair because the seat’s cover is cracked. We’ll put it on FreeCycle and see if it gets rejected again.

We opened the lawnmower box to take out the battery and the charger and get that part ready. It took maybe an hour for the battery to be fully charged. The rest of the components looked a little more complicated, so I passed on trying to do it today. Nancy did manage to put together the basket for collecting the cut grass.

We’re hoping that Kathleen and Ronin will be willing to help us put the rest of the contraption together, since they are going to share it with us. Not sure yet when that might happen. We’re waiting to hear when their schedules might be open.

Breakfast came around 11 a.m. We used some leftover bacon from our visit to the Cascade Biscuit Kitchen on Saturday after yoga and once again made grilled meat and cheese and egg sandwiches, this time decorated with more of the tasty chipotle mayonnaise. Quite yummy for such a simple meal.

Right about 3:30 p.m. we grabbed up sandwiches from Jersey Mike’s and brought them home to enjoy. These days we both eat half a mini at one meal, saving the other half for dinner or the next lunch. It’s hard to believe I used to eat an entire regular-sized sandwich at one meal. Along with chips and a soda.

At the men’s recovery meeting on Tuesday evening the reading was an “spirituality in action” and it mentioned the importance of focusing on “conscious contact” instead of “constant comfort.” It occurred to me that I might need to spend a little more time getting and staying in touch with my “higher power.” Not in a dogmatic sense, as I left that behind years ago, but simply being at one with the universe.

That might also entail looking after my health a little bit better. Dealing with an intense need to pee on the way home from the meeting made me realize my blood sugar is most likely getting out of hand. That and the multiple times during the day and night I have to go to the bathroom to relieve myself.

[sailingtempest]

{Continuing from (x) for: @ichihero}

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❝Yes. Are they alright? I can always take them back and get you something that you really like.❞

There is a slight tone change in Jaal's voice. As if he's uncertain about the gifts or rather, uncertain if he made the right picks for gifts. Although the two shared a fair amount of time together and Jaal picked up what the other man enjoyed - and it's quite obvious too by the way everything is loud and clear with Ichiban (he never met a human who seemed to be as expressive and unashamed with his emotions) - it still made him feel nervous in choosing his picks. The way the words is said as if Ichiban is taken back, but did he like it? Did he not like it?

It's hard to tell.

It only made Jaal shift his weight around, uneasily. His gaze glued to the other man, watching the twist and angles of his features, ready to determine the emotions before words could ever describe how this man felt towards his gifts.

❝Hm, I suppose we do have one or two things in common with one another. Gifts-giving is something within your culture, though I think we gift more things. Sometimes having multiple gifts from the same person.❞ Even if they are......what did they call it? Homemade! Sometimes things do get pricey from time to time or resources are hard to grab onto. Here, it's different. Way different than he thought, though it didn't seem to throw him off too much.

His expression reflected the relief flooding throughout his body. The way the tension coiling up in his body relaxed and released, being replaced with an almost happier emotion. The anxiety building up vanishing within seconds. There, a smile has blossomed and his face seemed to softened slightly upon seeing Ichiban being excited about his gifts, following with a few actions. The way the other man seemed to try on the jacket right away and even seemed to be eager to try out the new game. It only added fuel to the flames and made Jaal, himself, feel excited to do stuff with Ichiban.

❝We can always try the game out later. If you aren't tired from eating and running around.❞ As if Jaal is confirming that he did make plans. Ones that isn't too bad to cancel if Ichiban didn't want to do so. It's not that Jaal made any appointments ahead of time. After all, the places are walk-ins and last time he checked (about an hour ago to be sure), these places aren't too crowded. ❝I was hoping to have you eat as well maybe have a few rounds of hitting the ball. Baseball is what I remember you calling it.❞

Despite saying all that, Jaal didn't seem to hesitant in moving, leaving the way to where they were suppose to go. His gaze moving from one place to the next, taking in what is now a familiar place to him. The time being spent where most humans spent their time for various of reasons.

❝What is a cake.....? Is it like ice cream?❞ The question being carefully said, not wanting to trigger Ichiban into a whole outburst of excitement. Not that Jaal mind at all! No, no! It's more like the way humans got too giddy about something so small caused him to be in shock about it. Frighten a little bit. ❝We spend a lot of quality time with one another. Sometimes it last for a few days. For the most part, every single family member comes in to spent times, which can lead to some debates on who gets to spend time with the special person or not. And much like I said before, there is a lot of gifts being put forth, especially from the same person. Family always goes out on your birthday. Last time I held a birthday, it lasted almost a week with how much there is to do with my family.❞

[hockeylovee12]

Your Quinn imagine is sooooo good!! Ahhhh!! 💛💛can you do maybe a part 2 please? I need q to suffer a little bit

Part 2

A/N I’m so glad you guys enjoyed the first part I hope you enjoy this one as well!! Feel free to request any other prompts!

Quinn stood there in shock. Y/N had been clingy the past few weeks but Quinn still loves her like a lot.

Knowing she is just mad Quinn decides to take a break and begins getting ready for the day brushing his teeth and washing his face before getting in the shower.

In the middle of conditioning his hair he hears their apartment door slam shut.

“Y/N!” Quinn calls out to no response.

Quinn quickly shuts off the shower and wraps a towel around his waist rushing out of his room to see if Y/N was still there.

She wasn’t and her purse and keys were gone as well.

Immediately Quinn searches for his phone conditioner still in his hair and his body wet.

When he finds his phone in his bedroom he begins calling Y/N multiple times each time getting a voicemail

He sends her a text.

Quinn💚-Y/N please I’m sorry come home and we can talk please

Quinn tosses his phone on the bed and heads back to the shower to quickly rinse out the conditioner that was in his hair before drying off and getting dressed in some jeans and a hoodie.

Quinn takes a seat on the couch and tries to call Y/N again receiving no response Quinn frustrated runs a hand through his somewhat damp dark brown hair.

He gets off the couch and grabs his keys determined to find and make up with Y/N as soon as possible.

Having no clue where to even begin Quinn starts looking in some of their favorite places. He begins in a small cafe where he took Y/N on a first date, then a near by park where they frequently take walks in, even stopping by her work where he has surprised her with a lunch date multiple times through out the years. Still Y/N is no where to be found.

After searching for a good few hours Quinn starts to become seriously worried. He returns back home to the shared apartment hoping Y/N had come home by now unfortunately she has not.

Quinn begins going through his contacts calling a few of the numbers of people who are close friends with Y/N. Some answer and tell Quinn they haven’t seen or spoken to her in a few days. Others don’t answer at all.

Quinn continues to worry and rack his brain trying to figure out where Y/N would have gone and how to apologize to her.

Quinn eventually wears himself out and falls asleep on the couch.

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Around 7pm the door to Quinns apartment opens and he wakes up seeing Y/N walk into the apartment.

More relieved than anything Quinn sighs and rushes over to hug her wanting nothing more than to have her safe in his arms.

“Are you ok? Where have you been you had me worried sick?” Quinn frantically asks

“I went out Quinn” Y/N says displeasure still showing in her tone

“Y/N please please I am so sorry can we please just talk about it” Quinn says

“Talk about what Quinn I went to the game last night to surprise you and instead I hear you talking shit about me to Elias! If that’s how you feel about me than-” Y/N starts to shout but nearly breaks down in the middle

Quinn walks over and wraps his arms securely around her.

“Baby I’m so so sorry I didn’t I didn’t mean the things I said please let me make it up to you” Quinn practically begs

“Why did you say those things Quinn? Do you really think I’m that clingy? I’m sorry if I just want my boyfriend you travel a lot and when your home I just I just want to spend time with you” Y/N cries out

Quinn continues holding Y/N close placing a kiss on her forehead

“No baby I don’t I don’t at all I I had no right to say that I I was being an asshole and I was just upset but it’s no excuse I love you so much and I know I travel a lot and I miss you so much when I travel and I know you miss me too it’s you you’ve been through so much with me and I couldn’t do anything without you I’m so so sorry baby can you please please forgive me” Quinn apologizes hoping for forgiveness

Y/N moves her head out of Quinns chest and looks up at him with glass eyes

“Please forgive me” Quinn says matching her glass eyes

“I forgive you” Y/N says Quinn smiles at her and leans in to kiss her.

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Melody : Otona Blue

February Filth Fest Special

Yandere Kang Yeosang x fem reader

a/n: i'm such a baby for these two i had to write more.i was giggling like crazy while writing this. happy(now late) valentines <3

"Maybe- maybe the way that you held onto his shoulders as you moaned, so tightly that your nails left indentations for two whole days?" -Otona Blue

✫彡wordcount: 7k

(>ᴗ•)♡´･ᴗ･`♡genre: smut w plot, yandere, story extension

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: ONLY FOR THIS CHAPTER ; the smut hinted at in 'Otona Blue's main story (you don't have to read that story to understand but i'd really appreciate it because it's my all time favorite), build up and plot because i love them sm but also lots of smut like so much smut, emotional vulnerability, yandere tendencies, age gap (19-23/college freshman-college senior) — first time together, hickeys, making out, dry humping, hand&blow job, throat fvck, spit as lube, spit in general, cum eating, masturbation, fingering&cunilingus, literally so needy, discussing saftey and consent&contraceptive(YAY!), cream pie, praise, multiple orgasms, crying very very briefly — after care and short epilogue — there is definitely typos i'm sorry

ヾ(´〇`)ﾉ♪♪♪ song recs: Close by Han Jisung - "You, who's shining among countless people. You became clearer bit by bit and now I can only see you."

Kiss Me Until My Lips Fall Off by Lebanon Hanover - "I've tried everything to block out the pain, but it just seems to haunt me in every possible way. Kiss me until my lips fall off."

You're All I Want by Cigarettes After Sex - "We fucked so hot it left me faded. For all you are, you're all I want. There is no other love, it's only yours."

FFF tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

Otona Blue tags: @thatswhywerefever

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"You look fancy." Kai mentions as he pauses at Hiyyih's open door. You chose to get ready there, because she had many more shades of makeup than you did (and as you said twelve times, definitely not because you were nervous for your date with Yeosang and needed her to calm your nerves).

It was a simple one, that you had planned. Just to go down to the instrumental store a little outside of town and pick out some new sheet music, maybe spend some time learning it together.

"Fancy? Hiyyih, I'm not supposed to be fancy!"

She looks up from her phone and gives Kai a death stare. "I've been spending the past two hours getting her to calm down, look at what you did. You went and sent her into a spiral!" He chuckles as he comes into the room, sitting at the double bench next to you and inspecting you closer in the mirror.

"Where are you going?"He asks, taking a small sip of his drink.

"Yeosang and I have a date," you state proudly, wiping away the dark shade of lipstick and picking up the shoebox filled of you and Hiyyihs shared collection.

"No shit! Since when?" He's slightly shocked, to say the least. When he approached Yeosang undercover, he seemed like a shut-in. "Damn, Hiyyih was right. When does that ever happen? Ow!" He slaps her foot away as she kicks him, leaning into you and cowering from his little sister.

"It's our second date," you smile fondly, looking over at the clock on the pastel wall. "And he'll be here in like ten minutes?! Oh, no, no. Hiyyih, I can't do it! I should call and canc-"

"Not on my watch!" She stands up, snatching the box and dumping it on the bed in her place. "You will not cancel your date with Kang Yeosang because you can't find the right shade of lipstick! That man is in love with you, and I won't let you ruin this for me."

"For you?" You ask with kitted eyebrows.

"Yes for me! I have to live vicariously through you, so get your cute dress out of the top of my closet before I beat you silly."

Kai laughs, standing to get said dress for you. You take a sip of the smoothie he leaves behind sneakily and offer it up to Hiyyih, who holds back a laugh and turns back to the pile of makeup. You set it back where he left it and fix up your hair one last time as he turns around with the dress. "Think it still fits? When was the last time you wore it, might have outgrown it by now."

"Psh," you chuckle, taking it and laying it next to the pile as he turns to face away. "You know your track shorts from twelfth grade and they still fit?"

"Yeah?"

"This dress is my track shorts. It always fits, it's my fashion soulmate. Zip me up?" He help you zip it the rest of the way and makes you do a twirl for the both of them. "See? S'Like my glass slipper, but it's a dress I got from the Goodwill."

The three of you let out a laugh, and Hiyyih slaps a gloss into your hands. It's a pretty pink, and it goes well with both your dress and your complexion. "This one."

"Are you s-"

"Yup!"She pushes you to sit at the bench and leans over one of your shoulders, Kai hunching over the other as the watch you apply the gloss. "Jesus, feel like a beauty pageant princess with over bearing parents."

"You are, now chop-chop. We've got four minutes 'till noon and that psycho will probably be right on time." You go to scold her for calling him a psycho when your phone dings with a special message tone. You yell, and so does she. Kai looks on in confusion as the two of you grab each other.

"Oh my god!" He comes to the realization, rolling his eyes slightly. "He has his own ringtone? I don't even have my own ringtone!" He swipes up the phone and unlocks it with the same password you've had since middle school. "Yeo," he sing-songs, "blue heart emoji. Wow. He gets a heart emoji, I'm kind of hurt, (Y/n)."

"Don't be dick," Hiyyih yells at the same time you ask what he said.

"I'm a few minutes away, he said. With a blushing smiley face." The two of you freak out, Hiyyih scrambling to the dresser and grabbing the necklace she placed out for you as you grab at Kai's sleeves and mumble incoherently.

"It's just a smiley face, damn!"

"You don't get it," she speaks as she drapes the jewelry over your neck. "It's not just a smiley face. When was the last time you sent someone a blushing smile emoji unironically?"

He thinks for a moment as he picks up a handful of makeup and drops it back in the box. "When I was trying to flirt with - oh my god! He's totally in love with you! My baby's growing up so fast," he fakes a pout, yelping as you smack his shoulder.

You unscrew the cap of the gloss and apply it with a shaking hand, smacking your lips lightly and smiling at your reflection. "See? Looks perfect! Right, Kai?"

He nods, sipping his drink as he inspects you."I think you look great. He's going to be on his knees,(Y/n)."

"You think so?"

"Know so!" The siblings chime, and Hiyyih messes with you hair mindlessly trying to fix it even though it's as perfect as can be.

You give her a big smile in the reflection and thank her. The smile is replaced with a look of terror as the door bell rings. Kai, funnily enough, is the first one to dash out of Bahiyyihs room and to the door.

"Hey!" You hear him greet as you whisper-yell at her to kill him after you leave. "C'mon in. Yeosang, right? She'll be right out."

You can feel your heart beating in your throat. You don't know why you're so nervous. It's just Yeosang. You've known him for almost five months. You've already been on a date with him. Two, if you counted the one time he came over and burnt made homemade pizza with you.

"You got this, sister. You don't have to be so nervous," she shakes you by your shoulders and tells you to, "snap out of it."

When you round the corner with Hiyyih, he doesn't even notice that she's there. All his attention is on you. He hasn't seen you for a few days and by God he missed you. You look so pretty and soft and you've clearly done yourself up to impress him.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"You look nice."You say as you take in his shaggy mullet, straightened down his neck. He has on a few dainty necklaces and a ring on his thick middle finger.

"You too, Petal." You hear Hiyyih squeak from her spot beside Kai, and your look over yours shoulder and give her a side-eye.

"We'll be on our way!" You grab Yeosang by his hand and all but drag him out of the Huening residence. You mumble a sorry about their weird behavior and pull him along as he laughs.

You had successfully completed your trip to the musical supply shop and made your way back to his apartment, now sitting down at the table with him as he flips through the book of songs.

"What about that one, do you know it? I've heard it a few times." You stop him at a particular song, tapping on the title.

"No, I haven't. Should I learn it?"

"I bet it would be beautiful," you smile at the thought, and he asks you to go and grab his violin from his bedroom. You've only been to his apartment thrice before, and it somehow means something to you that he trusts you to go into the place which is most him.

You grab the case from the chair in-front of his small desk and smile down at the picture he has of you and himself, taken by Soobin. It was taken after the concert, and he couldn't help himself but place the fond memory somewhere he could easily see it.

"Here you go," you snap it open and slide it in-front of him, besides the book. He offers you a smile and a forehead kiss, giggling as you pout when he pulls away.

"Will you warm up my fingers?" He asks shyly, but he knows you will. It's become a sort of tradition between the two of you. You take up his hand in both of yours and rub his highest knuckle gently.

"What did you think of the store?" You make small talk as you go from finger to finger, crouching beside his chair to get a good grip.

"I liked it. They have a lot. I don't think I've seen so much sheet music in my whole life. And for so many-sorry." He stops himself from ranting as he sees your growing smile.

You look up from his finger with a bit of wide eyes, "oh, my bad. My bad. That was just cute. I barely see you get so excited."

"Cute?"

"Mhm. You're so passionate about music. It's so... endearing? And not like, in the 'that's a weird little quirk that's not weird enough to call it weird but I need to let you know I find it strange way', in the 'oh, wow he's so interested in this and it's so refreshing to see someone st-"

He stops you with a quick kiss, smiling into your lips. He pulls away, leans back into his seat with a small smirk. "What was that for?"

"Just cute." He mimics your words form before and you drop his hand dramatically. He eyes you in his peripherals as he pretends to read over the notes.

"Yeo," you pout, leaning closer to him. "You can't just tease me like that."

"Can't I?"

"No, you can't! Give me a real kiss, Babe." The nickname slips past your lips before you have a chance to stop yourself. "Sorry, was that ok-"

He slips off his chair and falls ontop of you, wrapping his arms around you head and pulling you into his chest while you laugh. "Yeo!"

"Oh, Petal," he hums happily, "you have no idea how long I've waited for that!" He grabs your face between his hands and pulls you in to give you an aggressive forehead kiss, making it a point to make a smooching sound as he pulls away.

"Can I have a real kiss, then?"

It's small, almost fleeting. But his lips are so soft and warm against yours. You don't find yourself minding as he pulls away, leaning his forehead against yours. "My beautiful flower."

The next kiss is feverish, much like the one you shared in the library. Softly animalistic in the way your lips mesh together gently, but with the intent to devour one another. The way his tongue pokes out and slides against your lips is new, but you don't mind. You open up your mouth and let him in, moving your head slowly and wrapping your fingers up in his hair as he explores everything his tongue can reach. He moans into the kiss.

This feeling... this feeling. What even is it? He doesn't know and he can't bring himself to care as you maneuver into his lap and bring yourself closer. Just like how it always is: he's filled with a peace he's only ever know when he's with you. But as you start to moan back, that peace is mixed into a pot full of passion.

When you pull away to finally breath, you see the glaze in his eye. It's the darkest and most noticeable it's ever been. And he doesn't bother to blink it away or try to hide it from you. He looks right at you, letting you get a good look at how much you affect him.

"Is it too soon to say I love you?"

"No," you hum, tracing the collar of his sweater.

"I love you," he mumbles as you scoot away from him and stand slowly, leaving him on his knees below you. He looks up and follows your movements as you turn and walk away, making it a point to sway your hips as you look over your shoulder on the way to his bed room. He trips over himself as scrambles to his feet, all but running after you.

You've settled yourself on his bed, facing away as you move your hair out of the way of the tall zipper on your back. "Will you, Yeo?"

"Oh, Petal..." He crawls on the bed and comes up behind you, his hot breath fanning over you. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Im sure. I'm really, really sure." He leaves a short kiss on the back of your neck, reveling in the way you lean closer to his touch as he plants his hand on either of your shoulders. "I wan... I wanna go further. Do you?"

"God, yes, I do." He slides one of his hands to the zipper and slides it down slowly, breath catching in his throat as it rolls past your bra and exposes it. He pulls it as far as it will go and then leans back as you let it pool around your thighs.

"Here," he softly pulls you up and out do the dress, laying you on his soft sheets. He pushes it off the bed and climbs over you, taking in every little detail and committing it to memory.

"You're so beautiful," he admits lowly. He's never seen someone so precious. He would scoop you up and keep you in his pocket if he could. "Could you- can you say it again?"

"Wh- Babe? So you liked it? That's okay?"

"Yes, yes," he whispers, holding you closer. "It's okay, it's so okay, Petal."

"Babe?" You test it out, grinning into his sweater. He purrs contentedly, stroking his hand up and down your side.

You stay there for a moment, basking in each others hold until you whisper. "Can I... Can I give you a hickey?" He grabs onto your hips in shock, looking down at you to see you staring at his neck like a sort of predator.

"What?" He needs to make sure he hears you correctly. There's no way you just out and said that... right?

"Please, Yeo. I want to give you a hickey."Yeosang has officially lost his self control, opening gawking at you as he bites his lip and thanks God he chose to transfer to your class all those months ago.

"You wan- You want to give me a hickey?"You nod, dragging your hands around his hips and caressing the small of his back. "You drive me crazy, Angel. You know that?"

You smirk up at him with a new found confidence. No body has ever shown so much unfiltered love and admiration towards you. Yeosang is the first who's ever loved you enough to stand up for you (besides they Huenings, but they stood up for everyone). He's the first person you've felt so deeply about. And you want to show him off to the world.

He straddles over you, knees on either side of your thighs and hands on the pillow besides your head. Your hands grab the edge of his sweater and you look up at him. "You can give me one, too."

He all but tears his top from his body, leaning back as he throws it to give you a view of his toned body. "Can I touch you?" You ask, nervous now that he's finally in front of you, now that it's so real.

You've been fantasizing about him for months, not that you would ever admit that out loud. Lusting after your senior before you were even friends? It was strange, sure- but you couldn't help it. Yeosang had burrowed his way into your mind since you handed him his book that very first day.

"Yes, touch me..." he looks down, eyes dark as they track your every move. "Touch me, please. Don't make me wait any longer, Petal." He's been wanting this for months. Not that he'd ever admit that out loud. Ever since he switched classes and accidentally sat in your seat. Chasing after your junior? Doing anything for her? Threatening people to stay away from her before you'd even kissed? He knew it was unhealthy. But he didn't care.

He really didn't care as your hands finally made contact with his stomach and roamed up slowly, avoiding his nipples and gently scratching down his shoulders. "You're so pretty, Yeosang."

The sound of his name falling past your lips makes him hold back a shiver, smiling down at you. "My pretty boy," you speak lowly, like you didn't even mean for him to hear it. But he did. And it lit the sparks in his stomach fully ablaze.

"Your pretty boy?"

"Huh?"

"I'm your pretty boy?"You can feel your face heating up, but you don't let it deter you as you lean up and wrap your arms around him and feel his smooth back. "Am I?" He asks, voice tight.

"Yes. My pretty boy...all mine." You claim before pulling him back down with you and latching your lips onto his neck.

He lets out a sigh, melting onto you and propping himself up on his forearms as he elbows give out. "God, oh my god." His voice is frenzied, wavering as he reaches his fingers out and catches your head in them.

You detach from his jugular with a little wet pop, smiling in bliss as you see the small mark that's forming from just the small amount of work you did. "More, Baby," he whispers into the pillow, breathing heavily as he tries to control himself. "Want more."

You comply, leaving opened mouth kisses all over the side of his neck and latching onto a spot just below his ear when he lets out a small moan. He tests the waters with a small grind down on your core, and when you moan against his neck and wrap your legs around his hips, he doesn't dare stop. You suck and suck away at his smooth skin, nibbling gently. He moans quietly into the pillow,rolling his hips lightly into yours as his blood rushes down.

Your tender biting makes his brain fuzzy, and he can't help but sigh contentedly as you continue rubbing up his back as you leave your marks. His heart is racing out of his chest, and he's shocked you haven't heard it with how close to his pulse you are. Your hands settle just above his hips, smirking as you slide one between you and dip your finger tips just into his jeans. "Fuck, fuck, please."

"Take them off, Babe," You whisper as you breath heavily onto his neck. The way your hot breath hits the cool saliva on his neck and the new nick name, it all makes his body feel light. He hurries away from you and stands up, unbuttoning his pants and kicking them away to get back to you as quickly as possible.

You smile at his eagerness, sitting up with your legs folded under you. He joins you again, copying your stance right infront of you as he smiles at you. He cups your cheeks and smooshes them together as he leans in and kisses you. Short and sweet.

"I want you so badly."

Your skin heats up at his confession, sucking in a breath before you even think of responding. "You got me."

He turns and hangs his legs off the side of the bed, then grabs you and leads you to sit on his lap, grinning up at you. "I got you," he says- like he can't believe it. "My flower, I got you." He laughs in disbelief, kissing down your jaw. "All mine." He licks a stripe up from you collar bone, making you shiver. "All fucking mine."

He wraps his lips on your skin and sucks harshly. You whine, grabbing onto his hands as they rest on your thighs at either side of him. His lips keep their suction as he parts his teeth, swirling his tongue around on your hot skin.

"Ah, Yeo!" You grind your hips down on him, groaning as the small button on his boxers grazes over your covered clit. You continue to mumble, drifting into meaningless nonsense as he slides his hands and grabs your ass through the fabric of your panties. His touch only serves to make you more and more worked up, grabbing his shoulders and digging your nails into them. He groans into your neck, pulling away to lean his head back in ecstasy while you swirl your hips on his covered cock.

You take the opportunity and weave you lips into his, smiling as you swallow up all of his small moans. You steady yourself with one hand on his shoulder as the other reaches between you. You take the button between your thumb and index, pulling away to look at him.

He says nothing, only nods and bites his lip as you slide the button undone. It's a bit strange to you, unfamiliar as you take him out and glance down. You never did anything like this with your past partners. But they weren't Yeosang. And you wanted to spend as much time as much time as you can with him. You want to be as close as possible. You want to become one with him.

When he notices your unsure of what to do, he takes your hand and brings it up to his mouth, letting spit dribble into your palm as you watch intently. He holds the back of your hand and wraps both of your hands around his girth.

He openly shivers at the feeling, and you can't help the small smile the tugs at your lips as you watch him closely. He mumbles under his breath, and you can't quite catch it. You lean forward and connect your foreheads, kissing his lips gently and pulling away quickly to get his attention.

He opens his eye and moans at the sight of you, hand tightening around yours over his dick. He keeps one hand planted firmly just behind him to keep him upright as you lick your lips.

"Just like this, Baby. Okay?" You nod with a small smile and lean into his hand as he wraps it in you hair.

You continue just how he showed you, sliding your hand over him with just as much pressure he left you with. His chest rises and falls heavily, eyes dropping as he keeps his gaze on you.

"So good," he praises, fueling the fire in your gut as he strums his thumb across your jaw. You break your eye contact and look down, getting a good view of him as your hand slides up and down slickly. He's big, but not intimidatingly so. He has a long, thick vein on the side of it which branches out. Your hands slows as you inspect it, feeling his breaths against your face.

You withdraw your hands and he watches your thumb run over it. "Oh my - God!" Your mouth waters at the sight of him twitching, cunt leaking as you hear his moans. You haven't been this worked up in your life.

"Can... I can- uh."

"What, Petal?" He asks softly.

"I want to suck you."Your low eyes meet his, wide once again.

"O-okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah- yes, Baby, yes."

You slip off of his lap and kneel between his legs, reaching up and grabbing the elastic band of his boxers. He lifts his hips and his heart swells at the way you look at him as you throw them to join your dress. He leans back on his hands, watching as your tongue falls from your lips. You leave a fat kitten lick from the middle of his length to his leaking tip. He bites back a moan as you swirl your tongue.

"Yeosang," you look up and ask, "do you want to be rough with me?"

"Are you sure?"

You nod enthusiastically. "We can start slow, and if it's too much," you think for a moment, "if it's too much I'll hit you a few times. Is that... is that okay? I want to make you feel good, Babe. You can be rough, I can take it for you."

"I don't deserve you, Petal." He scoots to the very edge of the bed and wraps both of his hands in your hair, pulling you up gently to give you a long kiss. "Too good to me." He lowers you back down to your knees and smiles sweetly before he speaks, "open up, Baby."

You drop your jaw as far as it will go, flattening your tongue as he inches his way inside of you. He moans as the warmth of your mouth envelops him, pulling you further and further onto his cock. You grab onto his knees and look up through your lashes to watch his lips part with a sigh.

"Doing so good. So good, Baby." You gag around him and he stops, sliding one hand down to your jaw and massaging gently. When your breathing even out he asks, "ready?"

You tap on his leg gently, following his lead as he buries his cock in the depths of your throat. He sighs deeply, committing the view to memory. "Fuck, Baby."

The tip of your nose presses against his smooth pelvis. Your lips stretched out around the base of him. One hand dipped in your panties, toying with yourself. Closing your eyes only to snap them back open and focus on him.

You must be a God. You have to be. You are.

His God.

"Look so pretty. My pretty girl."You swallow around him and he nearly ascends. "Oh, fuck!" He holds onto your hair tightly as you twirl your tongue around as much as you can. He uses it as leverage to pull your head back just a small bit, before slamming his tip to the back of your throat. You sputter around him, moaning and gagging and making a mess.

He continues to buck his hips into your warm, wet mouth, nearly panting as he uses his hand wrapped up in your hair to pull you closer. Your spit slide down your chin, soaking his underwear and making his shiver.

When your close your mouth just a fraction of an inch, the edges of your teeth scrape against his veins and he has you pull you away frantically.

You swallow thickly, rubbing his thigh. "Why'd you stop?"Your rasp, soothing the indents on his thighs.

"Gonna cum," he moans with eyes closed, mouth parted.

"Can I taste it?"

"Fuck, oh my God!" His arms give out as your words float around his mind, laying flat and moaning loudly as you wrap your hand around him. He feels like he could cry as you take his tip and suck it like it's the sweetest lollipop in the world.

"Ah- Oh, fuck!" He has a death grip on the sheets as you work him with one hand and slide the other up his clenching stomach. "Oh, please," he whispers, teetering on the edge of pure bliss. "Baby, please, don't stop. Don't stop! Fuck!"

It feels like he's died and gone to heaven as you continuously swallow up his release, moaning as the warmth settles in your belly. A string of broken curses leaves his mouth as he's dunked into a tank of pure pleasure. He needs you more than he needs oxygen. He doesn't bother to pull you away until it physically hurts.

"Fuck, Petal..." he huffs out, guiding you up and wrapping his big arms around you to pull you flat against his heaving chest. "So good." He feels almost numb, floating on a cloud of peace that only you can provide. It's the welcome feeling you always offer him, but it's multiplied by a hundred. Any doubt, any worry, any voice nagging in the back of his head- all of it is gone as you kiss him and let him taste himself on your swollen lips.

"I love you." He prays, eyes closed: that he will never have to live another day without you.

"I love you, Yeosang." Your voice is slightly hoarse, raw with both emotion and dryness, and your words make his heart skip multiple beats. He opens his eyes and sees yours right above him.

It's the first time you ever said that to him. He said it everyday. All day. Ever since he confessed to you. And to hear his words returned in earnest makes every thought fly away from his mind. He flips your positions and pulls you to the edge of the bed, reversing your roles from just a moment ago. He kneels in front of you like you are a precious, breathtaking, art.

"Please, please, let me make you cum, Baby. Let me eat you out, please!" He seems more desperate than you are, grabbing the little lace edge of your panties and begging for you to let him tear them away.

"Ye-" the second a single sound of confrontation falls past your lips, he has the garment thrown far away and has his mouth wrapped around your weeping cunt.

He dives right in, eyes closed in pure joy as your slick coats his tongue. He swallows it down like he's dying of thirst, with his mouth wide open, scooping up as much as he can with his tongue.

"Holy shit, Yeo!" He steadies himself by lifting the back of your thighs onto his shoulders, letting your legs dangle on his back as he pulls you inhumanly close. "D-don't stop, please!"

He would never dare. He hums into you and it brings you to a mumbling mess. He forces his eyes open as he places a finger at your entrance, watching for any signs of discomfort as he presses them in slowly. But all his finds is unfiltered pleasure as your back arches up and you throw your head to the side.

He moves it in and out slowly, giving it a few good moments before his middle finger joins it. When his palm connects to your dripping core, he can feel you clench around them. He curls them inside of you, smirking against you as your arms spread out beside you, one gripping at his pillow and the other at the end of his blanket.

When he spreads his fingers out inside of you, you nearly faint. Holding back a scream and looking for anything to hold onto as your hips jerk. Your fingertips find his pillow and bring it to your face, screaming into it to muffle yourself for the sake of his neighbors. He laughs against your cunt, pulling away with heavy breaths to speak, "is it that good, Petal?"

"Yeah," you groan from below the pillow, "so fucking good, Yeosang." His cock twitches to life between his folded legs as he hears your muffled praise. He knows exactly what you said, but he asks anyways, "what? Does it feel good, Baby?"

"Yes! Please, keep going, Babe! It feels so good, s' so good, I love it!" Content with the praise you've flooded him with, he slips his mouth lower. The tip of his tongue joins his eager fingers and his nose rests against your clit, making you moan every time he moves his head on the slightest.

You mind is gone by the time you realize. He's about to be the first man to ever make you cum. Wether its because you're so emotionally attached to him, or the way he's so feral to please you, you have no idea.

"Yeo!" You cry out, legs gaining a mind of their own and wrapping around his head. He doesn't complain, nor would he if he could. He only leans closer and looks up to watch your chest rise and fall violently as your reach your peak.

When he gets the first taste of it, he hums contentedly and it breaks the wall holding you back. You cum, and you cum hard. You subconsciously toss the pillow away from your face to get more oxygen and you meet his eyes- it feels like you cum again before it's even over as you see his eyes peeking out from being buried in your pussy. His pupils have completed taken over his brown eyes. His beautiful, shaggy blonde hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat. His hands dig into your thighs, the cold metal of his ring brings you back to Earth as you're tempted to float away.

You suck in a small breath and slump onto his bed, completely fucked out. His fingers leave you with lewd noise, and you can barely watch as he sucks them clean without combusting. When he's had his fill from there, he turns his attention back to your cunt as it drips slick onto his knees and slides to the floor. He kitten licks as gently as he can, holding your hips still as they twitch and writhe.

"Yeo, s'too much!" He pulls away with a small smile and climbs over you, "taste so good, Petal. I could get addicted if we aren't careful."

He scoots you up so that you lay in the middle of his bed, albeit sideways and with your feet dangling off the side. You swallow thickly, biting your lip as you look between you and see how hard he is. You know you want to keep going, and it's clear he does as well. But you can't take it just yet. So you grab onto his neck gently and bring him down to your face, face burning hot as you stick out your tongue and lap at his chin, cleaning up your own arousal.

He has to catch himself from falling straight onto you, making both of you laugh lightly.

"You want me to clean you up, Babe? I made such a mess on your face, m'sorry." No, you aren't. That was the best orgasm you've ever experienced. You can still feel your clit buzzing between your legs.

He hums in response, wrapping his arms around your head and letting you lick his chin, his jaw, his cheeks, his nose.

You smile up at him with your mission accomplished and push his hair back out of his face."Want you to fuck me now."

Again, he finds himself shell shocked. He wants nothing more than to oblige and fuck you silly. But he asks first, "are you on the pill?"

You stretch out your arm and show him the little bump on the inside of your bicep, "implant. Do you want to use a condom anyways?"

"No, do you?"

"Fuck, no. I want to feel you as close as possible."

"Good Jes- Baby, dotn talk like that, we'll never leave this room if you keep this up." He slides his hands to your thighs and spreads them, pumping his cock a few short times before he inches his way into you.

"Tell me of you want to stop," he whispers as he holds your hands at your hips, slowly sinking into you and stretching you out deliciously.

"Don't," you moan, licking your legs around him, "don't you dare stop." When his hips finally collide with yours, you both can't help the pornographic moans that rip though you.

You fit together so perfectly. Like no body has ever fit together before, like you must be the first to be so undeniably perfect for each other. Your warm, gummy walls hug him so beautifully, he fears he might go mad without you after feeling you so intimately. The tip of his cock rests right up on a spot that makes you feel dizzy. It feels so right. And so, so, so good. "Give me more, Babe."

He starts a languid, almost massaging pace, grinning like an idiot as he rests his head besides yours. "Why're you looking at me like that," you manage to ask between your deep breaths.

"Fucking love you." He states simply, letting go of your hands to caress your jaw. "And you feel so good." He kisses your shoulder, rolling his hips. "Can't believe I've got you all to myself." He draws out and pushes back in quicker, making you grab onto his shoulders, nails digging in deeply. "I'm so fucking lucky."

He stops as he sees your tears welling up. "Did I hurt you?"

"No! God, fuck," you wipe the wetness away aggressively, going back to holding him quickly. "I'm just so happy. I love you. I do." The tears you had just wiped away come back to mess with you. Yeosang wipes them away, cursing them for blurring your beautiful eyes. The kiss is soft. Almost ghostly in the way your lips graze together. "Keep going."

You wrap your arms around his back and latch on- legs and arms now keeping him close as he resets a tender pace. "Feels so good," you mumble against his lips, smiling as his forehead rests against yours. "Love it, love your cock."

He can only moan in response, lifting your shoulders gently to wrap his arms around them. Your chest presses against his, nipples pressed together and making the both of you groan at the friction. "Faster, Sangie." Before he even has a moment to register the new nickname, his hips respond for him, picking up the pace and building up a rhythm until his all but pounding into you. "Fuck, ye-yeah!"

He groans into your neck, eyeing the forming hickey. The next noise that comes from him makes your lists clench around him. He growls. "My Petal." "My girl," he speaks softer. "My fucking girl."

"M' gonna cum, Sang."

"Wait for me, Angel. Can you?" He looks up and you swear you see the Devil behind his lustful eyes.

He must be a Devil. He has to be. He is.

Your Devil.

"Yes, yes, I- ah!" Your hands find their rightful place on his shoulders, digging into the indents you've already left and making him hiss. You bite your lip, closing your eyes as your orgasm gets closer and closer with the way he's fucking you to another universe.

"Let me hear you, Baby."

"C-" Whatever words on your tongue fall short, cut by your loud moans as he reaches down and swirls on of his fingers around your sensitive clit.

"I can't, Yeo! I'm goi- fuck! I'm gonna cum, please, please," you grab at his head wildly, bringing his face right up to yours, "cum inside me. I want it! Want it so bad, Sangie!"

His unoccupied hand grabs yours and that's all you need to gush around him, cunt clenching and unclenching. Pulsing around him, trying to pull him inside you and make him apart of you. He releases deep inside of you, whimpering and closing his eyes as you cradle his face. You both stay there for what feels like hours, but in reality must have been only a few minutes.

When he pulls away, your legs fall limp and you groan at the ache in your hips. The warmth of his cum dripping out of you makes you shiver in his arms as he curls up next to you. You place your hand over his which rests on your sweaty stomach, "I love you."

"I love you... was I too rough?" He rubs circles on your hip bone gently, reveling in the way he can see his handprint in your skin.

"No, perfect." You lean into his warmth as your adrenaline settles. "Never," you laugh, "never been with some one so good. I feel fucking faded."

He laughs with you, sharing the sentiment and telling you that that's probably the hardest he's ever came. You laugh again, smiling over at him. He leans forward and leaves a quick peck on your lips, acting shyly like he wasn't just balls deep inside of you.

He rubs your hip, leaning in and kissing your neck before you pull his head away by his mullet. "If you get hard again, you're on your own. I love you, but I also love my ability to walk."

He chuckles, nodding. "Told you I'd get addicted, Petal."

"Have a good shower, Baby?" He asks as he hears your padded footsteps behind him.

"Your water pressure is amazing, I might have to move in." You toss fix up your wet hair as you sit across from him at the small table.

The sun is setting behind him through the cracked blinds, casting shadows on him. "Well, I'm not complaining but one Mingi gets home, he's be pissed I've found a new roommate."

He slides you a pair of chopsticks with a smile and takes in your appearance as you eat. You're wearing one of his orchestra shirts as a night gown, towel across your shoulders to catch the drips from your hair. You fumble a bit to get your chopsticks situated and take a big bite of the food he prepared. You look at home. Like you truly belong here infront of him. And you do.

"I love you, Petal."

You smile, swallow you food quickly and speaking as you gather up another bite, "so you've said." You offer him the bite, hand under the chopsticks as you hold it out. He leans in and takes it as you speak, "I love you too, Yeo."

Even if you don't... he'll make it so.

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[teddypickerry]

𝐈’𝐌 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍.

𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 !

pairings — single dad! jess mariano

summary — this is the first part of my new series. where you request things jess does as a dad with his daughter alice (ex: throwing her a birthday party, helping her when she’s sick, alice and jess during a year in the life, luke and lorelai baby-sitting alice, etc.). this chapter is SIMPLY THE PROLOGUE! introducing alice & her story. but YOU HAVE TO REQUEST the rest of the fic. i will write some of the chapters with my own ideas but for the most part this is something you guys are helping me with. i’m so very excited for this series & for you guys to meet jess as a dad <3

warnings — this is NOT a jess x rory fic. this will only become a jess x reader fic if that is requested & it’s something i agree to. this fic will include language, drinking, mentions of sex, etc. but each chapter will have its own section of warnings personalized to its criteria.

word count — 2.8k

extras — i plan on writing several chapters of this. SO PLEASE REQUEST!

the california weeks were something jess mariano didn't reminisce fondly of. something about the lack of communication between him and his father and maybe knowing there was nothing waiting for him back in stars hollow. but the one good thing that came out of that trip was the drunken night hoping to forget his life with a girl he met on the beach. she was blonde, not his typical go-to but she wasn't hard on the eyes. so he accompanied her back to her dorm room alongside the college on the coast.

two months later jess was back in new york city. eighteen years old and left alone with the world. it was when he got a phone call from the same girl, announcing to him her pregnancy. this was something he could have never expected and honestly — hoped for. never once did the young adult think of something like this, especially to happen this way. but he had a responsibility and he was ready to grow up. that meant raising the child in his mind. so, months later, he watched his baby girl be born.

the night in the hospital was dreadful. the multiple day bus ride to california and lack of sleep only made his adrenaline rush more. the young woman expressed several complaints throughout the delivery, telling jess she was scared and she couldn't do it. the boy only told her they had a baby now, they had to take on this responsibility. and just like that, she was gone the moment the doctor signed the release papers. leaving jess mariano and a small child in his arms.

the journey back home was inevitable, a small bed in a shared apartment calling his name. a severe amounts of his savings were spent on a plane ticket back to the city. the few hours on a plane with a newborn much better than multiple days. considering, he was pretty sure the two would get kicked off. but jess mariano loved his little girl, alice, he had decided on. right before they were to leave the hospital. he loved their matching eyes and the way she smiled. he loved the way she squeezed his finger with her entire hand and the way she looked into his eyes. jess mariano had gone soft the moment his daughter was born. something he'd never admit.

the first few months were tiring. with the amount of shifts the new dad had to pick up to pay for simple products and the crying baby he lacked any amount of sleep. as did his roommates whom complained any chance they got. after continuously telling them off and spending some spare change on a pacifier, jess finally started to settle down. he started with making her own clothes out of his old t-shirts. of course they weren't pretty but he tried. but as time went on, he was able to afford the necessary items to make his babygirl happy. even though she would be happy nonetheless, as long as she had her dad.

the repetitive first months were still admirable in jess' book. he had never loved another being as much as he adored alice. he thought he loved rory but the way he felt for his child made any other kind of love incomparable. even if she spit up on him or wouldn't let him get a blink or sleep, he still found himself smiling at her sleeping late at night. proud of the little human who filled his heart.

the ending of the rotation began when jess was preparing for another shift at work. alice laid on jess' bed, pillows surrounding her like a nest to keep her safe from rolling over into their roommates crap. the young adult threw a t-shirt over his frame when he turned around, noticing the figure in the apartment door frame.

"hey, neighbor! the guys next door just ran out of crack to sell, so they sent me over to borrow a cup. hey, nice place. you put those holes there yourself?" luke danes questioned, pointing his flannel covered arm towards the large holes in the wall. the man hadn't seen his nephew in a little bit over a year, back when he was still seventeen and living back in stars hollow. when everything was different. "what are you doing here?"

"i just wanted to see how you're doing," luke shrugged at his nephews words as she glanced around the apartment. it was obvious he noticed the baby half asleep on the mattress, her pacifier in her mouth. assuming it was the other sleeping man's. "going great."

"great, you're doing great. wow, you're doing great. i'm not doing great and i have running water," he humored as jess huffed. the teenager grabbed his bag, throwing in a few of the things alice would need while she sat with him at work. "the place is fine."

"fine not great? what happened to great?" luke asked as he watched his nephew throw several children's items in his bag. his head glancing back and forth between his nephew and the baby. two and two connecting at the moment. jess sighed heavy, nearly waking up his roommate. "all this and no housewarming gift?"

luke turned towards his nephew with widened eyes, his finger locked in a point as he pointed between him and the baby once more. "jess... tell me why- tell me that's not..."

"spit it out, uncle luke." jess humored as he turned towards him in frustration, already being late for work. "what is that?"

"the ending of my adolescence," the boy shrugged as he zipped the bag. his curly hair bopped as he made his way over towards the baby, watching her flutter her eyes open. he offered her his arms as he picked her up. luke felt his heart stop as he watched jess with the baby, confusion entering his body. "you have a- a-"

"a little demon, hm?" jess hummed as he pressed his lips to her tiny forehead. turning back to his uncle with his daily poker face. luke still couldn't fathom the situation, still locked in a moment of shock. "why didn't you- you know, tell me? i mean when could this have happened? i saw you a couple months ago."

"thirteen months ago actually. when you kicked me out, remember? couldn't exactly ask for some help when you didn't want me," jess held the baby tightly as she watched her great uncle luke. the man looking right back at the baby. "jess, i would have- just... mom?"

"not here."

luke remained silent as he watched the small baby. noticing the similarities between her and the baby jess. "alice. her names alice," jess mumbled making his uncle glance up at him. "alice? that's a pretty name... too normal for you."

"well she's named after a rock legend," jess admitted making luke burst into a small smile as he watched the little girl. jess holding her forward. "here."

luke was quick to grab the baby, holding her in his arms protectively. he was in awe of the little baby who had yet to cry in the minutes he had been there. something that was so far from her father as a child. "so, why're you really here?"

"well uh, liz told me you weren't coming to the wedding." the man told his nephew, his eyes not leaving the baby cradled in his arms. "there no way you're here about that."

"i am here about that," he argued as he glanced up at the teenager who threw on his leather jacket. "why?"

"why? you're mothers getting married and you're not coming. you also have a new family member that she's gonna desperately want to meet. and i'm assuming, she's yet to hear about this little angel." jess' personal note, make fun of luke for calling alice a little angel... even though she kind of is a little angel.

"no biggie. i'll just catch the next wedding. they can meet ali then, i'm sure she'll have maybe another hair or two by then." jess joked as he reached his hands forward, motioning for his uncle to give him back his baby. luke sighed before obliging; very carefully handing him the babygirl. "jess, this guy is different."

"come on," the teenager choked on a laugh before turning down to look at his smiley baby. the girl had developed a habit of smiling at her father's voice within the past week and a half. it was wild to him how quickly she had grown, not even opening her eyes three months ago. "well he could be different, he seems different." luke attempted to argue, despite noticing jess falling into his own world with his baby. he was proud of jess for his responsibility taken on with the baby and the way his eyes lit up as he watched her. jess mariano was not the same boy that left stars hollow a year ago.

"i've seen him with liz. they seem to work. we need to support this thing, to give it a chance," the man shrugged as he watched his nephew glance up from his baby. "no we don't." he wasted no time going back to place his baby on the mattress as he gathered her blanket to wrap around. "you're gonna regret it, jess."

"doubt it," jess bit back his crooked smile as he wrapped the girl in her small blanket. the protectiveness from the spring new york chills. "no you are. if you ever manage to grow up and get yourself together and drop this selfish, self-destructive behavior that you are so fond of, if that ever happens, you are gonna look back on this moment, and you're gonna feel like a big seaming mound of crap that you missed this. and maybe you have changed, you have a baby now and you're looking at her like... a parent should look at their kid. and she's obviously not in a biker gang so maybe you're doing something right. but jess, you've got a bunch of smelly mattresses and no running water and a toilet in the middle of the room. this stubborn individuality or yours is costing your kid a good childhood."

jess' eyes narrowed as he turned to look over at his uncle. he hated that he agreed with some of his words, knowing alice deserved much more. but she had milk everyday, a warm place to sleep, and a dad who loved her very much. which is more than jess could ever say for himself. "does she seem malnourished to you?"

"what?" luke asked, with his signature confused face. "does she look malnourished to you? or unhappy for that matter? does the clothes with flowers on her back not scream happiness? or what about the fridge with multiple bottles? god, i must be abusing her then, huh?" jess argued as he placed her in his arms, the bag slung around his shoulder. "todd, get up its four!"

jess only shot his uncle an annoyed look as he shoved past him, exiting the apartment. holding his free hand over his baby's back with a soothing pat. "hm... ali, that was your uncle luke. he's kind of a jackass sometimes but he means well. you'll like him sometime, i promise." he whispered to his daughter as he made his way off to work. contemplating how he would explain his little girl to the small town of stars hollow.

it was only a couple hours later that jess mariano packed up his and his daughter's belongings to head to the small town a few hours away. a car ride full of rock CDs to teach his daughter to have an adequate music taste. he only battled with himself the entire shift. debating whether or not to go to the wedding or not. he had no doubt in his mind that he would see his mother's wedding once again. it seemed only every few months that she she found "the one." but his attendance meant a lot to luke for some odd reason. and whether he wanted to admit it or not, luke was the only person who was ever truly there for jess.

so the moment jess emerged in the small town, he sighed at the familiar signs. stopping the moment he saw the town gazebo, parking in-front of the william's hardware store. the curly haired boy stepped out of the car, immediately opening the backdoor and grabbing his baby. the bags thrown over his shoulder she slept peacefully against his shoulder. he could already feel the eyes on him around the town. he was a recognizable character within the small population. the baby in his arms didn't exactly keep him hidden either.

jess made his way into the familiar diner, lacking customers due to the after dinner crowd. the familiar bell only attracted the eyes of the people, the man behind the counter fighting a smile at the sight. "i'm not paying for a motel, so i'm staying with you." he called, making his way past towards the stairwell. they entered the stairwell and made their way up towards the apartment, not even wanting to hear any further comments. the silence from lorelai gilmore made luke turn his head in shock, not used to it.

"um- luke? please tell me that a hairless cat was just being cradled by your nephew right now." lorelai's jaw nearly dropped as she set down her mug. luke glanced around the diner, attempting to find a customer in need of some help. "that is alice."

"his babydoll...?" the inn owner tilted her head as luke let out a breath. "his daughter, my great niece. she's about three months i think. met her earlier, she's great."

"liar! i am not caught up on everything!" the girl gasped towards the man making him groan. "i was getting there but then the proof presented itself. and i only saw her a few hours ago."

"just wow... how is he dealing with all of this? i mean gosh... he's eighteen," lorelai thought aloud reminiscing on her own times as a teenage parent. the struggles and the rewards of having your best friend. the only difference was maturity in her mind. jess was still the immature and cold teenage dirtbag who broke her daughter's heart the year prior. but now he was a parent, just like that.

"i'm gonna go see them. you want to meet her?" luke asked the woman as she replied in a smile. "yeah, of course."

the two exited the empty dinner. luke granting caesar, his chef, privileges to run the place while he made his way upstairs. lorelai followed hesitantly, her mind still on her previously heart broken daughter the entire time. and the boy that had broken it now had a baby.

"ah you're here," jess announced without looking up from his little girl. hearing the sound of the door creaking open as the two entered the apartment. he currently had her in a clean diaper on his old bed, a giggle escaping her lips as he looked down at her. "i do show up occasionally," luke responded.

"hi, jess." lorelai greeted making the boy look up from his little girl. mixed feelings swarming throughout his body. having no idea why or how to feel about her at the very moment. "lorelai," he greeted before looking back down at his girl. "and who's this?" lorelai asked smiley as she followed luke over towards the baby and her father. alice smiled warmly at both people, her bright gestures resulting in smiles throughout the room. "this is alice."

"in wonderland?" she joked as he admired the little girl. jess pressed his lips together as he shook his head. "cooper."

a simple 'ah' escaped from the woman's lips. the desperation was obvious on her face as jess picked the baby up, handing her towards lorelai who proudly held her. jess never truly trusted anyone with his baby. but he knew lorelai knew a thing or two about kids and people in general. even though she lacked showing him that decent respect in the past. "she's so beautiful."

"she's my kid," jess humored as he made his way over towards the fridge passing luke who watched lorelai hold his great niece with pure love. something jess noticed immediately. "i wasn't sure what food to eat." he announced making luke turn towards him. "eat what you like. start with the expired stuff." his eyes glanced over towards the beautiful woman holding the beautiful the baby. a smile instantly forming on his face. "go out. i'm hearing good buzz about the chow mein sandwhich from al's. i got her. caesar can watch the store."

"yeah, i'm sure you haven't been without her since she was born. go get some food for an hour or so. it's the only break you'll get until she's eighteen and off at college," lorelai smiled as she rocked the little girl who was flapping her arms around. jess watched his daughter protectively for a second before sighing. "sure, yeah. i should go get some diapers - for her, anyways. i'll be back in an hour."

[softxsuki]

Hi, this is kind of an urgent request and it’s totally okay if you choose not to take it since I know you have many requests to get to. Could I maybe request draken with a reader who has been clean from self harm for a while but relapses? I’ve been struggling and I feel draken would be really good with that kind of thing. Again it’s totally okay if you don’t feel comfortable writing this! Thank you and I hope you have a wonderful day/night!

Draken With Reader Who Relapses From Self-Harm

Pairing: Draken x Gn!Reader

Warnings: MENTIONS OF BLOOD, MENTIONS OF SELF HARM, DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS OF CUTTING, mentions of razors, crying, sad thoughts, please do NOT read if these things will trigger you or make you feel bad, please

Genre: Angst, Comfort

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: In which you relapse and self-harm again one day while Draken is out and he returns right as you're doing it and comforts you afterwards. (Gosh, my summaries are horrible. SEND HELP JFNEKAF)

[A/N: Hey! A big welcome to you to my blog. Glad ya found me! I hope you’re doing okay with everything, always know that my DM's or asks are open (if you'd prefer to stay anonymous while talking about anything personal) if you ever need to talk or get something off your chest. MMMMM big warning, this is my first time writing for Draken :3 so feel free (anyone) to comment some ways I can improve. It's also been a while (like a month) since I last wrote, so apologies if this isn't that great. I tried to my best without having it turn out too much like similar requests I've gotten for other fandoms regarding this topic. ANyway, I hope this helps you in some way or provides you with some comfort. I love youuuuuu <3 ]

You sigh dramatically to yourself as you lie alone in your shared bedroom with your boyfriend. Draken was out on gang business currently; he had meant to spend the day with you, but there was an emergency and they called him into the office urgently. He had apologized to you that morning, leaving multiple kisses to your face before running out in a rush. leaving you once again…alone.

Alone with your dark thoughts that had returned after finally getting over them for a long while now, but for some reason you found yourself right back in the lonely dark tunnel, trying to run towards the faint light at the end of the tunnel, but no matter how fast you ran towards it, it never came close.

You rise from the bed after hours of just lying in it, having been completely still since Draken left that morning. You were practically shaking with the desire to cut yourself again, as if your skin deserved to be tattered away like you did so long ago.

Just once more. Just to feel better, and I won’t do it again, you think to yourself, but deep down you know once you do it again, it’ll be hard to go so long without doing it repeatedly afterwards when the desire strikes you. You’d just have to keep it a secret from your lover. The last thing you wanted to do was disappoint Draken or hurt him again. You remember how hurt he looked when he found out long ago that you used to self-harm. You couldn’t bear to see that look on his face again after he saw all your old scars. 

The bathroom is dark as you stand in the doorway, a reflection of how you feel inside in that moment, you shuffle into the dark room, not even bothering to turn on a light. A bit of sunlight behind the blinds was creeping in, but it wasn’t enough to light up the whole room, it was just enough so you could see what you were doing.

Your hands tremble as they reach for Drakens extra razor heads he used to replace his razor when the blade was too dull and you pick out one of the blades, positioning it along your skin where the rest of your old scars are, ready to create a few fresh wounds to your skin. Your heartbeat thumps loudly  in your ears, you didn’t even hear the front door open as Draken announced he was back home. You didn’t hear his footsteps approach down the hall towards the bathroom so he could shower his day away from his body. You didn’t even realize that you forgot to lock the door, and with the lights off, anyone would think that no one was in the bathroom.

Tears fall from your eyes as you make the first cut, then a second one, but as you’re about to make a third, Draken opens the door and sees your silhouette standing there.

“Oh you were in here? Why are the lights off?” he asks as he promptly flickers the lights on.

You don’t even have enough time to hide your arms or clean up the blood from the sink or hide your razor before the evidence is displayed before Draken’s eyes. He takes in a sharp breath at the scene before him, eyes bulging at the sight of blood coming from your arm and dripping into the sink along with the razor still held in one of your hands, as you stand frozen in shock before him.

“I-I can explain,” you stumble to say, finally dropping the blade and backing up against the wall with your arm behind your back, but he doesn’t say anything. 

Shock is still clearly written on his face, but he remains calm and slowly walks towards you, gently grabbing your arm without a word. He turns the sink on, clearing up the bloody mess before cautiously cleaning your arm of any of the blood on it. He wraps your arm in a towel, not caring that it’ll get bloody and stained afterwards, he just needs to tend to your wounds immediately.

Now, of course Draken has seen a lot of blood throughout the years of being in a gang, but seeing your blood was a completely different story; though he looked cool and collected on the outside, internally, he was screaming. Angry, not at you, but at himself for not being there sooner to stop you or not noticing your emotions that led up to you taking those actions.

He leads you back to your shared room and sits you down on the edge of the bed.

“Stay,” he orders, and walks back out of the room, leaving you alone again with your thoughts racing.

Is he mad? Is he going to yell at me? What if he breaks up with me?

You were PANICKING. Never once had Draken raised his voice at you or gone off at your whenever something at work upset him, he was always sweet to you, always–so why would this be any different?

You jump a little as you see him walk back into the room towards you, some ointment and bandage wrap in his hands. He sits silently on the floor in front of you, once again holding your arm in his hands, he removes the towel which is now stained with your blood. He wordlessly dabs some ointment on the cuts and wraps them up for you, returning your arm to your side once he finishes, but he makes no attempt to move off the floor from in front of you. He looks deep in thought with his brows creased as he seems to be glaring at your arm.

“Ken…” you hesitate to say, “Please say something.”

He nods his head in acknowledgment, but remains silent for a few more seconds before finally speaking.

“Why? Why did you do this to yourself again? Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t I notice?”

He was distraught at the thought of you hurting yourself again while being with him. How could he help? He was terrified by the idea of losing you after all the people he’s already lost in his life.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, reaching out to caress his face and have him look at you, but his eyes are already on yours, “I didn’t know what else to do, and I didn’t want to bother you with my annoying thoughts and feelings…”

“Annoying? Y/N, I’m your partner, your lover. We’re meant to share these things with each other. I want to be there for you, I need to be there for you. I can’t lose you, I just can’t,” his eyes were glossy as he spoke, but you knew he’d never let any tears fall out of them.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t want to hurt you like this,” you panic, holding his face in your hands, but he smiles in return, reaching a hand up to caress your hands that are holding him.

“Stop apologizing, you dummy, I’m not mad at you. I’m just sad that I didn’t realize sooner. It’s not your fault. Never apologize for your emotions, but please talk to me about things before taking matters into your own hands again like this. I want to help and be there for you at your best and worst times.”

You nod your head in agreement. You’d love to express yourself to him if you could, even if it would be difficult to do at first, “Okay, I’ll try.”

“Good,” he smiles slightly while getting back to his feet and taking a seat by your side, “Are you okay with telling me why you suddenly decided to do this to yourself again? I know you used to harm yourself in the past, but why now, after so long?”

He curiously awaited your answer and you took your time to explain your thoughts to him. Crying a few times as you explained and he held your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze every now and then to urge you to continue and he listened patiently to you the whole time. Nodding his head in understanding and holding you in his arms when you finished.

“Don’t feel guilty for relapsing after so long of being clean from self-harm, it happens. I know you wish it didn’t happen now, but it did and all we can do from here is move forward and start up your new streak of staying clean! I know you can do it and this time I’ll pay extra close attention to your feelings. You’ll never be alone with your emotions again. I promise I’ll always be here for you, so please talk anything out with me. You’re my number one priority, not the gang.”

That made you feel good–knowing how much he cared for you and how willing he was to stay by your side despite everything. It was a relief to know that he was there for you; with you.

“Thank you Ken, for everything. I really needed that talk.”

“Of course. I love you so much, and I’ll make sure you know that everyday from now on.”

“I love you too.”

You were on the road to starting off fresh to beat your number of days clean from self-harm, and you knew with Drakens help, you could beat your previous numbers and stay clean for a long long time. Hopefully, never relapsing again, but even if you did, Draken would be there to guide you back onto your feet so you could try again until you finally succeeded.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 7/5/2022

[boytouya]

𝙄𝙣𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙊𝙛 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚

words: 1k

request: “aizawa with a male reader who's mean looking and has a punk aesthetic, but actually just looks angry all the time because bad eyesight and bad memory”

a/n: i didn’t write this! @8ucki did, i just added a sentence or two in. if you still want me to write it i’d be happy to :)

Shota’s class is quiet after hours, the air of the classroom humid from groups of sweaty teens bustling in and out all day, the summer sun beating through the window panes of the ample room. You’re sat on a random desk, kicking your legs out childishly while music dances through the bud of your earphones. It’s not often you get to see Shota working, his dedication to keeping work-life separate from your relationship works most of the time, unless you’re pestering him to spend time together- even if it does mean listening to music while he scribbles corrections on his kids’ english papers.

You’re busy tracing the empty space of skin that adorns your tattooed forearm when you hear a cough in front of you, Shota’s idly staring over at you with a small smile on his face.

He’s a kind man, with a considerable amount of love for his job and his friends. His long black hair is swept up into a lazy bun that’s hanging loosely at the nape of his neck, strands falling out around his face and into his vision. There’s pale bruise-like bags that sit heavy under his eyes and an uneven shadow of stubble across his jaw. He’s still smiling at you, softly, wordlessly asking if you’re okay and you find yourself copying his expression, and nodding his way.

He goes back to scribbling and you can’t help but wonder how you got so damn lucky. Everyone’s first impression of you is always along the lines of ‘mean’ or ‘intimidating’ there’s little to the imagination where those descriptions of you came from. You have tattoos inking your body, spiraling from your neck down to your ankles, in between the crevices of your ribs and the expanse of your back; piercings too- ones that adorn your face, bars of black metal sticking through the curves of your ears and the skin of your nose and lip. It’s never been a second thought to you, about how you look or what people think. Until you met Aizawa.

You remember the first time you met his homeroom class, a bunch of teenagers with a passion for getting into trouble. Of course, you had heard all about them multiple times before; Shota may not show it but he has almost as much parental instinct when it comes to those kids as he does when it comes to your cat or the inhuman amount of houseplants that cover your flat.

The fond memory of your first meeting with his class brings a smile to your face, remembering a few students who came to ask about your tattoos and even some about the nature of your quirk. Then the questions came, about how their Sensei got with such a punk- or how did you meet (not that you’d answer that one aloud).

“Hey,” Shota says grumpily, pulling you out of your fond train of thought, his voice rough around the edges “Been trying to get your attention for five minutes. You ready to go?” He says, failing to stifle the ghost of a smile that contorts his face. Of course you’d forgotten about it, even for just a minute, but he didn’t mind. He’s stood against his desk now, leaning against it with his head cocked towards you. His shirt sleeves are pulled up to the elbows and the pale expanse of skin is risen with light blue veins, even after your constant pestering he hasn’t gotten a single tattoo on his empty canvas of a body.

You meet his eyes and suddenly there’s that all too familiar warmth flooding up the back of your neck, creeping its way to the tips of your ears and creating a swarm of butterflies in the depth of your stomach. “Yeah.. yeah I’m ready.” You say, smiling, the bar of your tongue piercing pressing against the roof of your mouth as you do so.

Shota decides to walk home, your shared flat a comfortable few blocks away from the school. The air is still humid from the heat of the beating summer sun and you walk lazily next to him, loosely holding hands as you do so.

“I think I want to get another tattoo,” You say offhandedly, watching the way your intertwined hands sway as you walk. Shota just raises a brow and makes a questioning noise in the back of his throat, “Yeah, I want a cat in a sleeping bag, thoughts?” You end up laughing out, squeezing Shota’s hand when he tells you that you’re embarrassingly cheesy. You squint your eyes at him, making out the blanket of stubble framing his face.

“Yeah but you love me for it.” You reply, poking your tongue out at the older man in response. He only rolls his eyes to that.

-

The kids have warmed up to you by the fourth time you’ve seen them, happily greeting you with smiles as you sit on the wood of Shota’s desk. Some of them ask to see your new tattoo and end up cooing at the sensitive picture that’s been buried into the skin of your forearm. A little black cat snoozing in a sleeping bag, it’s simple really, but everyone who sees it seems to get the message.

Hizashi swings by with a cup of coffee for you and Shota, he comes over to you and pulls you to the side, uncharacteristically quiet as he speaks. “He loves ya, y’know? Crazy for you. Even the kids can tell.” It’s a small gesture, something so tiny and seemingly obvious to absolutely everyone else but just being told how in love with you he seems to be- how explicit it can be read from his face- it has your heart bursting.

“Yeah, I love him too.” You smile, thanking the blond haired man for your mug of coffee before turning to look in Shota’s direction, your eyes meeting happily.

Maybe you’ll convince him to get that tattoo after all, if you remember.

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[jiminzfilter]

slow dancing in the night

→ Pairing. Taehyung x reader

→ Genre. established relationship, fluff, slice of life, model!taehyung, model!reader, taehyung missed you a lot, he is starving (his words not mine), gets a bit hot by the last 40 lines, mentions of oral (f) so I guess this counts as mature content, implied smut, making out (kinda), there is a bit of swearing

→ Summary. what could possibly be better than coming home after a long day of work to someone you love and missed a lot ?

→ Word count. 3.2k (!!!)

→ because I wrote this over a year ago when I still didn't know what I was doing with my writing, I had to go through a deep process of editing and re-writing before posting it. This might not be my best work but it's still a fic that I really really like :,)

→ song rec. slow dancing in the dark, Joji// still with you, Jungkook

Fridays have always been exhausting days for both you and your boyfriend, especially on runways weeks. As models, you were put under a lot of pressure.

Pressure to be perfect, to smile but never smile too much, to look good, to not fall on stage.

Falling has to be the most tragic thing that can happen to your carreer as a model, the hungry stares of thousands of photographers and reporters ready to share the latest news to the press.

Yeah, it was exhausting.

This week was no exception... or maybe it was since, this time, you were the only one working until late.

It’s four in the morning and you’re already on your way out - kind of running late, oBviOusLy - quietly wishing your boyfriend a good day.

He is not working today.

That lucky bastard.

He gets to enjoy his free day in bed, lazing around, while you work your ass off all day. He mumbles something that you assume is a sort of goodbye. He is still asleep.

You look at him one last time before leaving the room and smile. He looks so peaceful.

You still remember the day you met, by pure luck even though you both call that fate. That was 5 years ago, when you just debuted your career as a model and were not that comfortable around high heels.

Okay no. Let’s be real.

You hated wearing them because you couldn’t walk in heels higher than 5 cm.

It’s still a wonder how you managed to make it in the first place.

Were you wearing flat shoes for the audition ? Damn you really must’ve done an impression on the judges if they made you pass without the heels try-on.

Your first day at the agency was chaotic to say the least. Your manager made you walk around the building, to visit she said. She made you wear heels. HEELS. That devilish person.

But, thank to that, you got to meet Taehyung. Your eyes landed on him as you were visiting the lounge and couldn’t tear them away from his figure. The poor man had to witness you fall down because you weren’t watching your steps anymore.

I mean.

Who could blame you ??

That was Kim frEaking Taehyung

!!!

He even came to help you get back on your feet and asked if you were alright, kind of amused.

It’s not everyday you see someone falling down in here, let alone a newbie

Let’s be honest, you were so embarrassed.

First day of work and you’re already failing falling.

That night when you came home, you spent the night wearing heels and prayed really hard you’d never have to face him again. After all, the building was big enough and there were enough workers that you could avoid Taehyung easily

If only

The NeXt day, you were told that you had a couple shooting, with none other that Kim Taehyung.

GreaT

He would occasionally tease you about your fall and check on you to see if everything was alright. He watched you carefully as you were walking around with heels.

From up close he looked even more handsome.... :)

After this day, you started talking with Taehyung more and more. He introduced you to everyone around the agency. You met outside of work, got to know each other. You both became regally good friends but there was something lingering in the air, in the way you’d look at each other or stood so close to him after a couple glasses of wine that you could breathe his air.

So what was bound to happen happened and you went from friends a to lovers without really noticing it.

He was still your best friend...somehow

Eventually, you took things to the next level and moved in together... maybe a half and a year ago or so ? You’ve never been happier in your life

And, well, you’d actually be happier if you could spend the day with boyfriend instead of running around trying to find god knows which accessories you need for the rehearsal.

8 in the morning is noT a time to be doing cardio.

Especially while wearing heels

Become a model they said, it’ll be fun they said

“Y/n! Come here please I need you to try on this dress before you go!” Your personal stylist calls “I made sure to fix it yesterday so it’d be a perfect fit for the show”

You stop your tracks and go to her “make this quick i have to go get changed before 9 otherwise I’m screwed. Why did they even decide to do the rehearsals so early today ?” You sigh, frustrated, and put on the dress she’s handing you “thank you”

“Okayyy...it looks great. Gold looks amazing on you.” She smoothes the dress and gives an approving nod, visibly satisfied ; “You’ll look perfect for the Grand Finale. Oh god it’s already 8:30 you better go before Mr.Kim throws a fit because you’re late”

You both giggle ; “thank you for fixing the dress Naeun, see you later today. Well, probably tonight. Byeeee”

The rehearsal seems to never end. You’re squeezed in dozens of different outfits, gorgeous for sure but sO tight. Mr. Kim, the one who organised the runway, is such a perfectionist that you have to re-do some things multiple times before he’s satisfied. One time the lighting isn’t right, the other the models are walking too fast, not on beat and so on.

Everyone hates him for that but he always makes the best shows so you just follow.

After multiple tries, the rehearsal finally comes to an end. It’s already 4PM. You barely get time to breathe and go pee before you’re back into the ‘running-around-to-find-my-dress-and-fix-my-makeup-oh-god-i-gotta-be-on-stage’ crazy mess.

Walking on the runway feels amazing, running backstage is terrible.

It’s so hot and small back there you can hardly move around well.

It takes 2 hours for the whole fashion show to be over, one more for pictures outside the catwalk and chat with reporters. Since you’re kind of a famous model now, you get invited to the afterparty and spend few extra hours interacting with some celebrities that attended the show. Other models were invited and you’re happy to see familiar faces amongst them. Jimin, an old colleague and friend of yours, comes your way and compliments you. You chat with him for a while before deciding you’ve had enough for the day and leave the party. A few more people greet you on your way out.

A taxi takes you back to you company, where you left your stuff in the morning. You spend an extra thirty minutes getting rid of your heavy makeup and striping off that gorgeous but awfully tight golden dress you’ve been wearing ever since the end of the runway.

Now, you can FinaLLy go home. yassssss

It’s almost 12am when you leave the agency and climb into yet another taxi. The ride is quiet, background music playing over the car’s radio, and you take some time to look at what you were gifted for your performance : fancy makeup products, accessories, pieces of clothing-but not those from the runway, you sadly never get to keep those. Being kinda famous has its perks :,)

You then decide it’s time to warn Taehyung you’ll arrive soon and send him a few texts. As if he was waiting for them, he instantly replies saying he’ll be waiting for you and proceeds to spam you with heart emojis. Sometimes, it looks like this man just discovered what emojis were and is trying to use them as much as possible. What a child…

It’s way past midnight when you finally step into your duplex and the first thing you notice is that the place is way too quiet.

Maybe Tae went back to sleep, who knows, it’s super late after all…

:(

You remove shoes and jacket and drop your bags in the entrance before going further and you call out quietly “anyone here? Tae, you sleeping?”

There is a faint glow from the tv on your right but the sound has been muted.

Weird…

“Taehyung ?" You call one last time

Suddenly, two strong arms wrap themselves around your waist and you’re pulled into someone’s chest. You gasp, almost scream, but soften up when you feel the warmth on your back

“Hi baby” a deep voice says in your ear, sending chills down your spine “I missed you”

You turn around and are very pleased to see a handsome face and a warm exposed chest your boyfriend smiling at you.

“Mhm, missed you too” You wrap your arms around him and rest your head against his chest, happy to hear his heartbeat. Taehyung places his head atop of yours and gently strokes your hair. You tighten your grasp around him and hum.

Few seconds later, he lifts your chin up and gently lays a kiss on your lips.

“How are you doing?” He asks, his right hand cupping your cheek. The warmth of it is comforting.

“Exhausted, but you know how it goes” You shrug and he smiles

“Not too tired for dinner ? I could cook something if you want”

“Mhm... let me just go shower and put something else on” You sadly let go of him

“Sure, go ahead” he whispers and you give him a kiss before regretfully tearing yourself away from him.

You walk up the stairs to your bedroom, where you find the bed undone. You smile, Taehyung never really liked making the bed and, very honestly, neither did you. You slump onto the mattress and bury your face into the pillows, inhaling his scent. Lavender. Relaxing. Just like he is.

After a warm shower, you find a t-shirt Taehyung left on a chair in the room and wear it. It’s big enough to reach your thighs and, if you were more energised, you’d probably stay like this. You grab large pants and put them on.

Once again, you smell lavender all around you.

When you’re back in the living area, you see Taehyung busying himself in the kitchen. He hears your steps and his eyes find yours as a smile appears on his face when he notices that you’re wearing his shirt

“My shirt looks better on you than it’d ever do on me” He teases, his gaze longing on your frame.

“maybe I should keep it then” you smile and ask ; ”Do you need any help?”

“no no no no no, you’ve worked enough already. Go and have some rest. I'll call you when everything’s ready okay?”

Too tired to argue on this anyways -and thankful for the given rest-, you go lay down on the couch, your body oriented to let you look at Taehyung.

As he hums and moves to the chill music that was playing in the background, you start to detail his beautiful figure. From the curl of his dark hair (which you knoW are so so soft to the touch) to his beautiful profile and his nose you love so much down to his broad shoulder and then his tanned abs you see from time to time when the opened shirt of his pyjama moves according to his steps.

oH! Let’s not forget his perfect hands gripping at the pan’s handle while he cooks… vegetables? Something like that yeah.

Taehyung is giving his best into what he’s cooking. Vegetables with rice, that’s the only thing he could do quickly.

Quickly as in less than half an hour, unlike his friend Namjoon who’d take this time just to cook the rice.

The music he put earlier is slowly starting to bore him. After washing his hands, he reaches out for his phone and plays a different playlist. It’s one you name yourself when the two of you were still friends (aka not dating yet). “Taetae fm” because you once joked he should have his own broadcasting channel on the radio. He’d always criticise the music playing so why not have his own channel 👀

“You know Y/n, I actually watched the fashion show live this afternoon. I mean, of course you know because I always do that haha. Anyways, you really were the highlight of the runway tonight. And I’m not saying this in a biased point of view. Okay I might be a bit biased as your boyfriend but I swear that it’s true!! You literally shone back there, especially in that gold dress you were wearing and even the audience was impressed by your looks maybe you didn’t see it on stage but some cameras filmed their reactions and everyone was looking at you. Really, you were so gorge-oh” Taehyung looks at you and smile fondly “Of course you’re asleep, baby”

He lets his phone aside and checks the now cooked food before making his way to the couch. There’s a blanket on the sofa, he covers you with it, scared you might get cold. Taehyung put a loose strand of hair behind your ear and places a kiss on your chin.

You slowly open your eyes and find yourself face to face with him. You both smile.

“Hi there beautiful” He whispers

“what time is it? Did I sleep until the morning?” You’re scared of having slept through the entire nap without realising

“almost 1:20am, I just finished cooking. I thought you might be cold so I went to cover you with the blanket. You should go enjoy the food while it’s still hot, imma go to the toilet”

You nod as an answer and watch him leave upstairs. Getting up from the warmth of the couch is the hardest part so you keep the soft blanket draped around your shoulders and walk towards the kitchen. You grab two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks that you place on the counter along with glasses and a bottle of water.

You then go take care of the rice and the vegetables, which you mix in the pan. The song playing changes and your favourite nighttime tune starts.

“I don’t want a friend, I want my life in two” you sing along

“Waiting to get there, waiting for you” Taehyung’s voice startles you as he grabs your wrists and pulls your back close to him. You smile as he makes the both of you dance slowly. You put his arms around you so it’s like he’s hugging you from the back. You swing around for a little while, enjoying the close proximity as you both softly hum the song, making your body vibrate against each other, moving in perfect coordination.

“I love you” he whispers in your ear and then kisses it, sending chills down your spine, before lifting one of your arm up to make you turn so that you’re now facing him “did my baby sleep well?” You nod as you place your arms around his waist, paying attention to go under the shirt so you’re touching as much skin as possible.

Taehyung chuckles before asking you in that same, chill-sending, low deep voice ; “Still hungry? Because I’m starving”

If you didn’t just wake up, you would’ve definitely caught that lust in his eyes and also the fact that this wasn’t as innocent as it seemed.

As an answer, your stomach growls pretty loudly, making Taehyung laugh . “I’ll take that as a yes. Sit down, princess. Let me take care of you”

You do as he says, jumping on a stool, detailing all of his moves. You only realise how hungry you actually were when you start eating. Rice with vegetables has never tastes better. You eat everything in less than 5 minutes when you’d usually take your time to finish your plate.

“Damn, that was a well needed dinner! Thank you Tae” you mess a bit with his soft locks

“Imagine me who was waiting for you all evening!! I was hungry too” He pouts.

“Oh come on, I was working today. Cardio in heels isn’t the best way to wake up, let alone spend the whole day standing in tight clothes. When I think you has a day off… pfff. I saw the bed, I’m sure you stayed there all day, you lazyyyyyyyyy ass.”

He mumbles some gibberish and you giggle, knowing that you're right. He looks away, crossing his arms and obviously sulking. You leave your stool and stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You leave a few kisses on his cheek and neck

“- Don’t be such a babyy. You know I love you.

- You do?

- of course, you dummy” you bop his nose "Sooo, what do we have for desert?

- You. Uh I mean!! Yoghurt, fruits, cakes, fruits…anything” he clears his throat

“Great! What do you prefer?” You open the fridge

“ I’d very happily eat you out honestly but an apple sounds good”

“Oh sur- wait whaT!?” You snap your head to him, eyes wide open

what did he sayyyyyyyy?????

whaT am I even supposed to say noW oh my goddddd

You close the fridge’s door, suddenly not so yogurt-hungry.

There’s a sudden silence between the two of you, only disturbed by the music still playing in the background.

“Mhm? What is it?” He turns around to face you, asking so innocently “did I say something wrong ?”

This man knows what he is doing for sure. Has he ever been that straightforward before ?

Taehyung stands and closes the distance between your bodies, now towering over you.

He lowers himself slightly to speak in your ear “what is it baby? Mhm?” You feel his smile on your cheek when he lays a kiss on it “what happened to my all proud and fierce y/n who was so confident telling me I was being lazy all day, huh? Tell me” He lays another kiss on your temple

OkaY

now he’s being a tease

Great

1 A.M. fluffy and bare chested teaser Taehyung

gReAT

Anyhow, it’s a good turn on.

Really.good.freaking.turn.on

Being tired and turned on was definitely not a good mix for you. You could feel the heat rising in your body and hear your heart pounding in your ears.

“Tae…”

He laughs gently seeing you silently begging for more, brushing your face with his lips, teasing another kiss.

“Tsk tsk, you gotta speak darling, I cannot guess”

You should calm down and go to sleep, it’s 1am and you have work tomorrow you should definitely-

“Fuck-“ You sigh and grab his face, sealing your lips together while closing your eyes.

It doesn’t take long for that kiss to turn into a heated make out session.

You grab and pull some of his dark curls while his hands travels under his your shirt.

You break the kiss just a second to catch your breath.

“Have i ever told you you have the perfect body?” Taehyung asks

“Did I ever tell you how perfect you are??” You reply

He laughs, deep raspy laugh.

You’re too tired for this

And because you’re tired, you’re even more horny :D

Taehyung puts his hands behind your thighs and you jump, locking your legs around his waist, hands still in his hair, lips against his while carries you to the bedroom.

He leaves your lips to travel down your jaw and then collarbone. You throw your head back.

Taehyung gently lays you on the mattress of your king sized bed and makes it his personal mission to pleasure you tonight.

[at1nys-blog]

Australian Accent

PT.1 Music Video

Pairing: Felix x idol!reader

Summary: Remembering the old times when you were just a simple STAY was not the right choice

A/N: Y/F/N= your fanbase name

Masterlist

Since Bangchan's VLive your group gained popularity because more STAYS couldn't stop talking about Felix's reaction to both your MV and connection with his leader. But as your fame growned thank to that little interaction so did haters. They would mostly attack you because "Oh My GoD sHe iS fRiEnD wItH bAnGcHaN" and other things that weren't even close to reality.

-Y/N manager wants to know when you are up for a solo VLive.- asked your leader popping her head in your shared bedroom. It had been a while since you did a solo Live, it was since what happened during Chan's, your staff asked you to avoid it for a while and then hateful comments started floding like no tomorrow and you were too scared to do a Live alone, now, is not like you care much about what people says about you, but you don't want your group mates to be dragged into it.

-I don't know, maybe tomorrow or next week. It really depends.- she gave you a stern look, she knew why you were being like this, the two of you would spend hours talking about the issue. -I just don't want to read how of a...-

-ah ah. Take down your phone. I'll tell her you want to do it tomorrow.- she interrupted you.

-But...-

-No, buts. I would be there, maybe I can ask the others to come as well so you are more comfortable.- you thanked her, thinking of how lucky you were to have such an amazing leader like her.

The next day you were ready to face Y/F/N and your haters as well but you were not anxious at all, not when your leader, roomate and best friend was there with you.

-Is this thing on?- you asked at the manager behind it. -is been like what? Two weeks and I forgot how this works. Hi Y/F/N sorry for not coming here lately but I was... busy.- you said and then checked the comment section.

-"Have you meet Felix yet?" it depends, as a STAY I did meet him once as Y/S/N not yet.- you answered, then, of course, everyone(well not everyone but you get me?) wanted to know since when you were a STAY and you answered since the survival show. -I swear, I cried my eyes out when Felix got eliminated and also when he came back. I almost threw my phone but then my mum would have killed me.- you said smiling at the memory.

-"Favourite SKZ bside"- you knew it was meant to expose you as a fake stan but you didn't care much. -극과극(N/S) because its when I meet Stray Kids in my mum's resturant.- you answered and then proceded to sang the song, just for fun, but also to make haters aware that you indeed were a STAY. After that comment your phone vibrated telling you someone had sent you a text messagge so you cheked it. It was Felix.

-Oh so Felix, hi oppa, is watching the Live and he texted me all in cap "SO IT WAS YOU" with multiples question marks, I think he rembered what happend that day.- reading the comments you laughed, it was funny how everyone wanted to know about that. -I don't know if I can, like maybe Felix oppa doesn't want you to know...- your attention was once again on your phone and you laughed again. -Nevermind, he gave me permission to tell you, so...- you took a deep breath. -Ok. So they were dancing and having fun just outside my mum's resturant that day and I was just helping her around and doing my homework. At some point of the day they walked inside and my mum asked me to take their order, and I did it. Please don't ask me how I survived, then Bangchan and Felix came to pay and me being stupid I went "ehy I really love your australian accent. Is very *with an austrial accent* nice" they smiled, payed and left. The thing is they did not spoke english that day so I guess they new I was a STAY but said nothing.- at the end of your story both the staff and your leader laughed at you, not being aware of this moment in your live.

-YAH don't laugh, is not funny. They would tease me forever for this. Now...- you read some other comments, answering them or laughing or also giggling at how cheesy some F/N/B were being. After an hour you decided it was time to go, also because you had dance practice to attend. -It was nice coming back to talk to you my dear F/N/B see you next time.- you waved goodbye at the camera and turned off the app.

-See it wasn't that hard, now. You really told them you love their accent?- you remembered how you also told them, out of the blue how you wanted to learn it but decided to keep it a secret for now. Your leader, staff, groupmates and ncitizens had already something to tease you now. Once in the dance practice room you meet the rest of the group which was already making fun of you.

-Oh, I love your australian accent oppa- mimicked the maknae and you wanted to slap her but the way she said that made you laugh.

-I hate you. Now can we practice or...- you asked and they stand up so fast you jumped for the little scare they gave you and before starting stretching you checked your phone to see if Bangchan texted you but found just a text from Felix that read: "If you still want to learn how to have an australian accent when speaking english, I'll be happy to give you some lessons" you smiled and left your phone on the desk before joining the girls.

-Please take that stupid smile off your face, you look so in love.- one of the girls teased you.

-Ehy not my fault I'm living in a wattpad story.-you said making everyone laugh.

[moonctzeny]

love to hate me

request:  celebrity! jaehyun + enemies to lovers + “don’t you want to know how i feel?”

pairing: friends to enemies to lovers! jaehyun x female reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff... this fic has it all folks

word count:  7.514k

warnings: toxic behaviour, public sex, light restraining, jaehyun pulls a ‘white boy punching the wall’ at some point 

summary: “You and Jaehyun meet as SM trainees, developing a friendship until he debuts and you deicde to leave the company and pursue a solo career. When you reunite again in a music show and he acts like he barely knows you, you stubbornly begin a series of hate-brimmed sex rendez-vous. Your touch-and-go relationship continues on, until a song collaboration will force you both to deal with all your repressed feelings for each other”

a/n: this is the longest it has ever taken me to finish a fic.. I have a love-hate relationship with this (no pun intended XD). I hope whoever requested this likes it!

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Of-fucking-course you had to bump into him out of all people at the vending machine. All you wanted was a drink to refresh you before you got up on stage, and now you have to deal with Mr. Too Good For This World and his relentless teasing. His eyes, lit up by an amusement that was also evident in his smirk, stayed glued on your body, raking up and down at it for a second too long. Not that you didn’t like it.

“Stare much?”, you bark at him in hopes of snapping him out of his trance, and push through him to punch in the code of your favorite drink. But alas, he always had a comeback ready on the edge of his lips.

“You look ridiculous”, he states and you have to admit that your outfit, though fitting for the Halloween special of today’s music show, was way different than anything else he had ever seen you in. Reincarnated as Dorothy Gale for the night, your stylists had chosen a short, light blue checkered dress, with red stilettos that gave a sexy twist to the character’s ruby slippers. Hair neatly braided in two pigtails, decorated by ribbons and topped off by glittery pink makeup. The image of innocence. Jaehyun had to laugh.

“Says the man dressed up as Woody”

It was unfair, you admitted, how good he looked in that stupid outfit. His hair was gelled back, a few strands framing his handsome face strategically. The yellow shirt fitted him like a glove, its bright colour lighting him up as well. And those jeans, tight in all the right places, just melted over the muscles of his thighs. The ones that you’ve come undone on one too many times.

“So”, he lilts, giving you a once over before lowering both the volume and pitch of his voice, “want a ride?”

You scoff, sparing him an incredulous look, “on what horse, cowboy?”

He doesn’t reply, only points with his eyes to his crotch that is undeniably sporting a visible tent, and you gasp when you see the outline of his dick twitching under your stare.

“Jesus Christ, Jaehyun”, you mutter with a disgusted look on your face before picking up the almost forgotten beverage that the vending machine had barfed out for you. The boy mentioned, however, was unfazed.

“They don’t call me Woody for nothing”

Almost choking at the drink that was supposed to calm you down, you catch his eyes rolling at you through your third cough. Well, that ruins one of your favourite childhood movies. “Don’t pretend to be a prude. Now are we going to fuck before you get on stage of not?”

You can clearly remember the first time you met Jung Jaehyun alone. You always spotted him somewhere in the SM buildings, joking around with his future bandmates, barely ever without company. As a fellow vocal trainee, he introduced himself to you as Yoonoh, filling up the awkward silence while your vocal teacher prepared the music sheets for the both of you to rehearse.

You were thankful the two of you always got paired up together. Jaehyun was charming, easy to be around, funny. He was a model SM trainee with the otherworldly looks he possessed, almost impossible for anyone’s eyes not to follow him when he entered a room. Radiant porcelain skin, soft brown locks, and a dimpled smile that made your heart melt in seconds.

You can also clearly remember the first time you had the privilege of hearing him sing. Jaehyun had a beautiful baritone voice, one that contradicted his flower boy image but matched his manly personality perfectly. The four walls of the small practice room resonated with his sound, that was stable and smooth like honey. The lessons were challenging but Jaehyun made them bearable through spending time with him. Maybe it was your shared struggles, or how you were always tired and vulnerable when you saw him. Maybe it was those damned dimples, but your heart always beat faster when you were around him.

“Sometimes I get discouraged”, he confides in you in that same room, hours later, early into the morning now. The vocal lesson stretched on longer than expected, leaving you two sitting on the floor, sharing a cup of lemon-honey tea to soothe your vocal chords. You let your head rest to the leather couch behind you as you stare into his handsome features one by one. What time was it? Shouldn’t you be back at your dorms by now? It didn’t matter, this was one of those moments when time seems to stop and life seems unreal. When the only thing that you care about is the person standing next to you, and whatever it is they have to tell you.

 “I fear that I will never get to debut. There’s handsome guys all over the company. I just don’t know if my skills are enough.”  

You thought he was crazy for thinking that way, wanted to scream at him that he’s just perfect and more than enough for the company, or for anything in this world for that matter. But Jaehyun was reserved, the type to always mask his true feelings behind a smile and you were more than glad that he finally opened up to you, that he saw you as someone trustworthy. You didn’t want to dismiss his feelings, so you just pet his hair while you listened to his concerns.

 As you mindlessly gaze at the rainy weather outside, a couple of droplets following their own path down the froggy window remind you that time does run by. Even if every day seemed the same, following the same routine, going to the same classes over and over again.

Jaehyun had this sad look that contorted his pretty face and you hated it, reaching up to massage away the wrinkles between his eyebrows. You don’t know which godly creature made the hourglass of time freeze this moment, nor did you know why Jaehyun leaned forward to capture your lips into a kiss. Maybe it was his way of saying thank you for keeping your ears and heart open for him, for listening to him when he needed it most.

It felt so lovely while it lasted, two young people leaning on each other during an uncertainty that anchored them far away from their emotional shoreline. But life as a trainee isn’t a fairytale and falling in love can have serious ramifications. So you promise to each other that this will be a one time thing, and then you never speak of this night ever again.

Unsurprisingly enough, Jaehyun got to successfully debut, yet you didn’t have the same luck. The company had plans of focusing on their new boy group, thus postponing your debut for an uncertain amount of time. It was hard for you to decide to switch labels, to throw away the years of hope and dedication you had pinned on this company but the faith you placed on yourself was stronger.

It’s years later when you finally get to promote as a solo artist in a different company, and you are happy to say that the decision you made all those years ago was the right one. The exposure you got wasn’t the same as being in a Big 3 company, however leaving SM entertainment has its pros. Flexible schedule, less scrutiny, great creative freedom over your work. 

This wasn’t the first time you have come across your old trainee buddy. Jaehyun had multiple comebacks in a year, so it was only natural that his group’s and your promotions would sometimes overlap. You were only a rookie, and NCT turned out to become pretty popular, so of course the wins were always tied to their names.

The first time you walked past him in the hallways, dark makeup and professional styling making you both almost unrecognizable, you expected a wave, small talk, maybe some reminiscing of the old times. Instead, you got a cold stare or at best, an arrogant smirk coupled with a “Do better next time”. It was shocking to you how much Yoonoh, the boy with the shy smile and awkward social skills, would turn into such a stranger.

How you always ended up sneaking out with him to have a quickie in one of the ready rooms, was beyond you. He rushed you inside before checking both sides of the hallway, cautious to hide from any curious eyes. The coast was clear and Jaehyun doesn’t like to waste time, so he pins you against the door he just closed behind him, face dipped in your neck. You can feel his fingers dancing on the skin of your thighs, eager to explore what is hidden under your frilly skirt, and their delicacy in contrast to his feverish kisses sends a shiver down your spine.

One pretty whine from your lips, then two, three and you can feel Jaehyun smile deviously against your neck. The softness is too enticing for him to resist, so he nips at it skillfully, trying to get a reaction out of you. He recognizes that you have plenty of talent as a singer, yet the symphonies you sing out for him in those little sessions seem to be his favorite.

“Jaehyun, cut it out. I’m going on stage in like, 20 minutes”

“Turn me on then”

Wasn’t he the one that basically flashed you in the middle of the cafeteria for just existing? Isn’t it his hard on that digs against your lower stomach? The demand made you mad, and you wanted nothing more than to entice him with a nice blowjob, only to take a big, strong bite off that cock of his. But see, you had a full face of makeup on and your career is way more important than a fuckboy, so you’ll have to get creative.

Flipping him around so that he’s the one trapped between you and the door, you start to suck on his collarbones , then nibble at the tender flesh. He seems distracted enough by it so that you open the button of his jeans and fully remove his belt from their loops with no objections. Palming him over his boxers to keep him entranced, you manage to bring his wrists together, wrapping the leather around them, then lastly fastening them in place.

His eyes widen in shock when he realizes that he’s too late, wiggling his hands in a futile attempt to free himself. Your laugh is sadistic, making the hairs on his arms stand on edge and you gloat in the effect you have on him. 

Giving your palm a good lick, you form a ring with your fingers, wrapping them around the base of his member. He hisses and drops his head back, thudding loudly against the wall. His cock enlarges and reddens as you move your hand up and down, changing the pressure according to his reactions. Jaehyun isn’t one to express himself freely but there is not much he can do to stop the low moans leaving his lips. Not when you rub circles over his tip with the soft skin of your palm.

He looks so fucking good, all squirmy and desperate and trying to hold himself from saying ‘please’. You almost want to keep going, squeeze him more until he whines and begs to cum, and admire the white beads dripping from his slit and covering your hand. Almost.

You halt your movements with a last strong stroke, crossing your arms over your chest as you stare back at him. Jaehyun tentatively opens one eye to see why you have stopped, only to come across that bratty smile that he loves as much as he hates.

“You should have dressed up as a siren. Seducing people before they realize you are a man eating bitch”

“If you want someone to jerk you off you can go ask one of your little fangirls. I want to get fucked.”

“Let me go then. And you’ll wish you never did”

You scoff at his cockiness, nonchalantly freeing him from his constraints, and the way he immediately has a hold of your jaw reminds you of a predator eyeing its prey. His eyes have a crazy look in them, moving frantically over every part of your body like he can’t decide what to grab onto first. He decides on your hips, bending you over a table full of snacks and makeup tools and flyers of today’s schedule.

“You think it’s funny to tease me like that?”, he asks you with a peremptory voice that signifies you’d better shut up.

You hear shuffling behind you and assume it’s him slipping on a condom, so you make yourself more comfortable on the wooden surface. A hard slap on your ass jolts you alert.

“I asked you a fucking question”, Jaehyun presses brusquely and flips your skirt fully over your ass, pulling your panties down until they’re bunched up right over your knees.

“It’s fun”, you moan out, breathless both from the pleasure and the stinging feeling on your right cheek, “What are you gonna do about it?”

Was the room occupied by one of the artists that have already been on stage? Or will they barge in at any moment to find you bent over and pussy dripping for Jaehyun to finally dive inside you? He chuckled at the sight of you, eyes feasting off your naked body, your ass up just the way he likes it. Not so innocent anymore, huh?

He doesn’t reply to you, aligning himself against your slit and bottoming out in one go instead. Involuntarily, you let out a small screech, the sudden stretch catching you off guard.

“You better stay quiet, siren. Or maybe you would like it if people found us like this? Saw how good you take my cock whenever I ask”

You wanted to bite back at him, but the only sound you could make was a guttural moan. It was embarrassingly loud, and you fall forward to bite your fist and force yourself to shut up. It was effective, yet Jaehyun had other plans for you, pulling your pigtails towards him in a strong grip that has you against his chest in seconds.

“Nuh, uh, uh, siren”, he hums in your ear, his panting making his voice sound huskier and smokier than ever, “How about trying to stay quiet by using your willpower alone? That way it’s more- how did you call it? Fun.” 

He slows down his pace momentarily, as if he’s giving you time to answer him. But the moment you open your mouth to talk back at him, he thrusts particularly hard inside you, forcing a whimper out of your lips.

“Fuck you, Jaehyun”

“As you wish”

Jaehyun was conceited and cocky and a dick, but he was also a good fuck. He kept at it with what seemed like all the energy in the world, fucking you against that table until you came all over him, and your legs gave out. It ended how it always did, with him moaning how fucking sexy you look and how much he hates you, and you swallowing your pride as you swallow his cum. You’d tell each other to fuck off and never bother the other again, until you meet up at the next comeback, to do this shit all over again.

And that’s how things would stay if it wasn’t for that goddamn phone call from your manager.

“...so we thought what better way to promote your new song by recording a duet with NCT’s Jaehyun?”

No, no, no this can’t be happening. No way. Anyone but him.

“Are you sure this is the only way we can promote me? Can’t I just go to variety programs like every other idol out there?”

“y/n, duets by different group members are one of the most efficient methods of promoting there is! And with NCT’s latest song topping the charts this will be a great opportunity for you. Taemin and Sunmi did it. Suzy and Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Punch-“

“Alright, okay, I get it”

“Besides, since you used to be an SM trainee they specifically asked for you. The directors made some pretty big compliments on your work”

Isn’t it a little too late now? Not like they didn’t have the chance to debut you, right? That being said, there isn’t much to oppose to decline SM’s offer; your manager is right and you know it. Saying no to Lee Sooman and giving up a popularity push like that is basically career suicide. Nor could you let your manager know about your and Jaehyun’s little adventures, minutes before you have to go on stage.

“Just send me the schedule. I don’t have to record with him, right?”

“Oh no, they’ll record his part first and then they’ll send it to us. But there will be a music video of course”

Oh for fuck’s sake.

There was this little monster of worriedness that was screaming inside your head, refusing to shut up. This collaboration isn’t going to be easy, but you didn’t want to let Jaehyun’s pettiness get in the way of your career. Fumbling with your phone in your hands, you kept removing and reinserting its case compulsively, over and over again, until you mustered the courage to take matters into your own hands.You knew his number was buried somewhere in your contacts.

you [16:35]: hey it’s me, y/n

Jung Yoonoh [16:50]: y/n who??

you [16:55]: y/n y/l/n? the girl whose guts you were inside in last week? we have a song coming up 😒

Jung Yoonoh [16:57]: oh y/n right

Jung Yoonoh [16:58]: thought you’d have deleted my number

Well you sure have deleted mine, you murmur with your blood boiling, regretting reaching out to him in the first place. 

you [16:59]: i always hoard peoples contacts

you [17:00]: old habits die hard i guess

Jung Yoonoh [17:00]: like the habit of me being inside your guts?

You gasp out after reading his last message, hands awkwardly juggling your phone until you’ve forced yourself to calm down. After waiting for a while, until your face has reached its previous temperature, you feel focused again, and type out your original intentions for this conversation.

you [17:05]: this isn’t what i texted you about.

you [17:07]: we have this project coming up and while I know we aren’t exactly on the best terms, this comeback is very important for me

you [17:08]: and i don’t want to fuck it up

Jung Yoonoh [17:10]: kitty cat, relax. maybe this is a brand new word for you but i know what professionalism is

you [17:10]: don’t you ever and i mean ever call me that again

you [17:11]: glad to see we are on the same page

You didn’t expect a message back, nor did you get one. All you could do from now on, was pray that the promotions would go smoothly and Jaehyun wouldn’t do anything stupid that would jeopardize your collaboration.

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And the day you dreaded finally came. The first day of filming for the music video. 

You had already finished recording the song, a bittersweet balad about two lovers who lost their way, only for their paths to cross again. When you listened to the demo for the first time, it only took three notes from Jaehyun’s pre-recorded verse to spread goosebumps on your skin. His voice was deeper and even more developed than you remember. Long forgotten memories, shoved deep inside your brain so as not to leave a bitter aftertaste in your mouth, came flooding up again. But things have changed since then.

The sky was crying rain and lightning, fitting to the storm inside your head. Normally you'd be excited to film a music video, bubbling with energy and unable to contain a smile. Today, all you could do was let your teeth abuse the cuticles of your left thumb, until little drops of blood ruined the fresh manicure you got for the shoot. 

Following your manager inside the studio, you take a quick glance at all the props the creative directors have prepared. They were very intricate, filled with all different types of flowers everywhere. Some of the fake rooms looked like classrooms, two others were decorated like teenage bedrooms. It was a lot more than you have anticipated.

“The song will be part of a drama OST, that’s why the budget is higher than usual”, your manager tells you as if he was reading your mind. 

He leads you to the changing room, where you try on different outfits your stylist has chosen for you, while simultaneously being briefed on the concept of the music video. It’s kinda cheesy and cute, with you and Jaehyun posing as high-school students falling in love. Certain scenes of the drama, whose plot matches the music video’s, will intercept in between.

You’re seated on the makeup chair, sunk in the uneasiness caused by your co-star. Jaehyun had arrived a few minutes after you, his bare face more handsome than you’ve ever looked in your most glamorous state and you can’t help but stare at him. He is all polite smiles and bows to the staff, and even gives you a formal greeting. 

You’re not sure why you just can’t bring yourself to stop your legs from shaking as the makeup artist patiently tries to apply a rosy blush on your cheekbones. It’s like you’re scared that everyone will see right through the both of you, somehow enter your brain and find out that you’re replaying your last encounter with Jaehyun in the music show’s waiting room in your head. As you try to read through his expression, to see if he’s nearly as nervous as you are, you defeatedly can’t decode what’s going on inside his head. Not like you ever could.

You glance at both you and Jaehyun through the mirror, admiring the youthful makeup. Blushy cheeks and innocent eyes of two teenagers in love, masking the raw lust between two nemesi. It couldn’t stray any further from the truth.

A staff member leads both you and Jaehyun (who is refusing to spare even one look your way) back to the main set. The director is passionately explaining what he wants to see from you in your first scene, but you can barely focus with Jaehyun’s eyes burning holes through your school girl outfit. You block him out and walk inside the ‘classroom’, spotting the cameras and sitting on your designated seat, while you wait for your signal to start.

Of course, you had acted before. Yes, you had expected for the director to ask you for some more intimate moments with your co-star. But when Jaehyun passed you a “love note” from the desk in front of you, looking all blushy and shy and with his dimples showing, you felt that the role of crushing schoolgirl became a little too easy for you to act out. 

And maybe, just maybe he was feeling the same way too. He looked pretty flustered when he saw you dancing across class, shifting restlessly in his seat when you bent forward to tie your shoelaces. Whether you did it on purpose or not, was a question your ego didn’t allow you to answer truthfully.

Most of the individual shots would be handled at a different shoot, so all you had to do was get over this one day with him. That’s what you repeated yourself over and over again. And you did pretty well, smiling charmingly at the camera, with the director praising you for your “innocent look”. You didn’t miss the scoff slipping from Jaehyun’s lips but you were good at ignoring it, focusing on getting through the different scenes in one-shot. 

You were currently leaning your body against the wall, playing with your hair while Jaehyun glances down at you, like a boy that is ready to confess to his first love. 

“y/n, I need you to give me something more shy, more bashful”, the director yells eagerly, but you can barely hear him, too focused on regulating your breathing. The look your co-star is giving you right now might seem loving and pure to the staff, but you know all too well the motives hidden behind his facade. It’s the calm before the storm, the silence he purposefully keeps to make you squirm, right before he whispers the most sinful propositions in your ears. 

Reading him like an open book, you stand still as he leans closer, just enough so that no one besides you get to hear his words.

“Come on y/n, can’t you act bashful? Or is it impossible for you to get embarrassed after getting fucked against the window of a TV station’s building?”

Clearing your throat, you’re suddenly hyper aware of every single sound and movement in the room. Suffocating, even in the light clothes you were wearing, and desperately trying to mute out his words that bring you back to the day he was repenting.

“When you were pressed up against that glass, moaning my name, all exposed for anyone that simply looked up to see, you weren’t too shy, were you?”

You raise your palm to wipe a bead of sweat that has collected on your temple, and breathe deeply through your nose, as if a good pump of oxygen would cool off the sudden heat between your legs. 

“Shut up Jaehyun”, you simply hiss through your front teeth, but he isn’t done yet.

“You know I can’t hold myself when I see you in skirts. So pretty. And you love to tease me in them too, I’ve noticed. Flashing me again and again until you get to suckle on my dick”

You were sure his voice was barely louder than a whisper, but the thought of anyone accidentally prying into your conversation had your whole body raising in temperature. The heat didn’t take long to reach your cheeks and you couldn’t remember the last time your legs felt like jelly, as they do now.

“Perfect y/n, that’s exactly what I’m looking for!”

You blinked back at Jaehyun a couple times, your mind trying to process that the director is cheering you on instead of scolding you to focus. The trembling hands, the fast-paced heartbeat, your big doe eyes. Though involuntarily, you had nailed the scene.

“You’re welcome”, Jaehyun mouths at you just as the staff announces a break. He scurries off to his dressing room without a word, as if he hadn’t just spewed his dirtiest of thoughts on set. It was almost as if he was daring you to follow him, but it’s not like he had left you a choice. You were fuming.

“Jaehyun”, you called out to him strictly but he didn’t acknowledge you, only walked further inside the small room with his name written neatly on the door. He was removing some of the heavier jewellery, rubbing the red lines they had left on his neck and wrist, momentarily catching your eyes on the mirror's reflection. They were misty, unreadable, and with how unpredictable you knew he could be, you decided to close the door behind you.

“Closing the door?”, he muses and in just a few long strides he has managed to trap you between his body and the wooden surface. It is reminiscent of your last meeting at the music show, and the memory of you tying him up doesn’t help with the organizing of your thoughts. “What are you planning on doing to me in here?”

You point one finger against his chest, not enough to create any real distance between you, but it comforts you nonetheless.

“What the fuck was that out there? What happened to professionalism?”

“Relax, kitty cat. I was just helping you act better”. His eyes stayed glued on your hips, once again making you all wound up and jumpy under his stare, “And it worked. You should be thanking me”

“I. Told. You.”, you started, tapping your finger on his sternum to emphasize each word, “Never call me that again. Today’s already hard as it is, why do you have to make it harder?”

He takes one more step towards you, his chest now touching yours and your hand that separated you lands involuntarily on his right peck. As if his presence wasn’t overwhelming enough, you feel a hardness pressing against your thigh, and for a moment you worry he can feel how wet you really are under your skirt. His voice is a low, a deep rumble.

“I don’t know. Why do you have to make everything so hard?”

“You are unbelievable”, you scowl at him and free yourself from his trap. You turn to the big mirror to avoid looking at him anymore, and you come to the embarrassing realization of how fucked out you look right now. You had to get out of there as soon as possible, before you do anything stupid and lose any trace of self control left in you. But not before you gave Jaehyun an earful.

“What I meant was that I am out there, being paid to be all lovey-dovey with you. This is not something easy for me you know. It’s basically prostitution.”

You catch Jaehyun’s eyes in his reflection, and for a fleeting moment they turn a colour that you hadn’t seen them in for a long time. Hurt? Disappointment? Whatever it was, it was gone in a second, replaced by that smile that made him both irresistibly smackable and fuckable at the same time.

“Did it cross your tiny brain that maybe someone could hear you? Staff leaks information all the time! If they found out we were fucking…”

“Were? Past tense?”

“Are. Will be. Whatever.” You sigh, defeated, hiding your eyes with your palms as you face him once again. “Like I said, this is important to me. So no more dirty talk on set. Okay?”

Jaehyun avoided your glance, from embarrassment or uninterest maybe. “Okay”

You continue to sit there silently, but your head is so occupied with a million thoughts that you don’t notice. How you will get through the rest of the shooting, whether your manager is looking for you or not, the coldness of the glass Jaehyun had pressed you against that day. The only thing that snapped you out of it, was him suddenly taking off his shirt.

“What are you doing?”, you ask panicking, but you can’t dismiss the pool of excitement in your belly.

“We have a wardrobe change after the break, remember? And since you refuse to leave my changing room..”

You clear your throat, trying your hardest to rip your eyes away from his abdomen, that you’ve so keenly marked with love bites before. His naked skin must have monopolized your attention way more than you realized, as you can’t remember when he slithered his way closer to you, towering over your height.

“Stare much?”, he almost growls, arousal dripping from his voice.

Every fiber of your being wanted to lurch forward, glide your fingers through his hair and start nibbling at those pretty lips of his. The sexual tension, amplified by the argument you just had, was filling the room like a thick liquid would fill a cup. One more drop, one more second of his staring and it would overflow. It felt so real, that you could feel that drop landing on your forehead. Then another one on your cheek, and that’s when you realized that what you felt was real.

“What the-?”, Jaehyun mumbles as he stares up at the ceiling, a big wet spot staining it and allowing the water drops to slowly wet his styled locks. As you start to put two and two together, someone knocks loudly on the door, making you both jump one feet away from the other.

“Get undressed”, a high-pitched male voice that you recognize as Jaehyun’s manager calls through the door, “the rain is ruining the set. It’s a wrap for today”

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A soft touch on your lower back, an even softer breath making your ears tingle. A tentative kiss on your neck that’s full of purpose and makes you shiver.

And then another touch, this time more south on your body. Fingertips grazing over your sensitive clit. Easily moving through your wetness and finally dipping inside of you. That baritone voice.

“This pussy is mine, isn’t it, kitty cat?”

You look up to meet the face of the familiar voice, only to meet Jaehyun’s baby brown eyes. The pleasure was enough to make you ignore the despised nickname, flowing intensely through your body. You let out a desperate moan, gripping his arms to keep your balance. His fingers are now dragging through your walls and you clench around them instinctively, confused but enamored by his touch. You are falling apart.

“Jaehyun? What are you doing?”

“I want to make love to you”

“Love? But you hate me”

He plants another kiss on the slope of your neck, his hands picking up in pace and making you feel like you’re floating on air.

“Love. Hate. Is there really any difference when I’m here, ready to please you? Willing to make you feel things you have never felt before?”

“You already do”, you admit, only seconds away from your orgasm. The bliss is so close you can almost taste it, but for now you choose to taste his lips. They are so soft and warm that you realize you haven’t kissed Jaehyun since that night at the practice room. How you miss him. Not the group visual, not the idol, not even Jaehyun. Yoonoh.

“Yoonoh”, you moan out against his lips as the pleasure overtakes you, a low buzz humming in your ears, “mmm yes, Yoonoh”

“Who the fuck is Yoonoh?”

You finally wake up, your manager shaking you awake being the first thing you see. The sun’s morning rays are peeking through your blinds, warming your skin in lines. Your phone’s ignored alarm clock is still buzzing on top of your nightstand.

“No one. I’m awake, thanks”

Fuck. That makes it what? The fourth night in a row you dreamt about him?

“Get, up. Quickly. We’re late”

You groaned at the banging of your head that was caused by you getting up so fast. It was early into the morning, as you had to get ready for the mv’s second shooting day. The heavy rainfall wouldn’t allow for the filming to continue for another week, yet aided your growing anxiety of having to encounter Yoon- Jaehyun again. 

You felt a little stupid, like a kid that goes to middle school for the first time, anxious but full of butterflies in your stomach in the thought of seeing him again. You weren’t sure who the anger, that came with the inability to control the fresh feelings bubbling from your dream, should be directed at. Your manager for booking you this job? Jaehyun for making it his goal to have you dripping wet on set? You, for letting it all affect you so much?

You decide on the former, giving your poor manager the cold shower for forcing you to deal with the problems you’ve caused yourself. Checking your phone, you realise that you are, indeed, late, and wonder how quick you’re going to have to make your morning shower.

“Is Jaehyun and his team there already?”, you ask your manager as nonchalantly as you could, feigning mildly interested in his answer.

“Oh, they didn’t tell you? The other team asked for the shootings to continue separately”. You felt your stomach drop all the way down to your condo’s basement. And the icing on the cake: “Jung Jaehyun’s request”

Maybe your manager wasn’t as clueless to your electricity, or maybe it was your sudden impulse to pluck every loose thread of the pyjama top you were wearing that made him sense the discomfort following what he’d just said. He plops next to you on your bed, boards creaking in the silent room and you feel his rough hands patting you on the back.

“I’m sure he had an overlap in schedules and needed a break, nothing to do with you”

But you knew better, and you knew your palms wouldn’t stop itching unless you picked up your fucking phone and sent him a message. 

you [06:30]: i heard you can’t make it to set today. everything ok?

You wish you never did. The radio silence from his number was way worse than any insult, any form of teasing he could give you on set. You even tried calling him, desperate for an answer, a closure even. Maybe he was busy. Maybe the shooting took longer than expected. Maybe he wasn’t avoiding you; one of his managers uploaded his latest story on his instagram, not him. Maybe at the end of the week he would get back to you.

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Going to his dorm unannounced was not a good idea. Waiting for someone to open the door for you, you hope his members will recognise you from your trainee days, or those rare nights Jaehyun sneaked you in when you were both lonely and in need of a… well, whatever you two were.

You’re starting to worry that whoever saw you from the peephole thought you were a sasaeng and called security, when Mark opens the door. His eyes are wide open behind his glasses, clearly not expecting you and immediately yelling for his ‘Jaehyun hyung’.

Soon, the called male arrives at the apartment’s entrance, annoyed for being interrupted from whatever it was he was doing. “What is it, me and Jungwoo are watching the season fina-“

As if Mark suddenly turned invisible, Jaehyun walks right past him, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you to his room without another word.

Jungwoo, engrossed with the aforementioned show’s season finale on his computer screen, tries to cover up his naked torso in panic when he notices you. 

“Get out.”, Jaehyun orders him, and the younger man knows that his tone is not one to be argued with. It triggers the cold sweat that makes your clothes stick closer to your skin and forces your heartbeat to quicken, pumping blood all over your body. The door closes, leaving you both alone with only the sound of Jungwoo’s laptop still playing in the background. A lighthearted scene that is too oxymoronic against the tension that is just palpable at this point. What the hell were you thinking coming here?

“What the hell were you thinking coming here?”, Jaehyun speaks your thoughts out loud, and you wince at how empty your head is with excuses.

“Are you ignoring me?”

“What?”, he asks dumbly, hoping you would avoid asking again.

“Was it that hard to text me back? Am I such a waste of your time?”

Jaehyun seems angry at your confrontation, his bad mood escalating with every word that is leaving your mouth. He still avoids to look at you, toying with some plushies and decorations next to his bedpost. You realize you never had time to really notice them, barely recognizing them. You always entered the room blindly, pressed up against Jaehyun’s body and with his lips all over your neck, then left as soon as the sex was over. His apathy was infuriating.

One by one, you start to remove all of your outerwear, dropping your clothes on the floor until you’re left in only your bra and jeans. Jaehyun stares at you incredulously, then at the pile of clothes on the floor, unable to make out the reasoning behind your impromptu stripping.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting naked. Seems to be the only time you can actually pay attention to me.”

You reach for the buttons of your jeans, only able to unzip it halfway before Jaehyun has you pinned against the wall behind you, his fingers cool and pressing lightly against your neck.

“I-I fucking hate you!”, he cries, punching the surface to release some of the steam, and lets go of the hold on your neck almost completely. How tempted he is, to just fuck your right against that wall, pour out his anger by pouring out his cum inside you, then ignore each other like you always do.

It’s the easy thing to do, keeping the toxic circle going. All barking and fucking and no real problem gets resolved in the end. He wouldn’t even call a cab for you, preferring to be hated for something he wasn’t than to be rejected for showing the real him. You would still have no idea about his feelings towards you, going around saying how awful he was while asking for a round two. But Jaehyun was tired.

“Can’t you tell that I am trying to distance myself from you?”, he sighs and it’s the first time you’ve ever heard him sound so emotionally exhausted.

“Why do you dislike me so much? We used to be friends and then one day you-“

“Friends? Just friends?”, he interrupts you with a chuckle and a sarcastic puff through his nose, and you shake your head.

“If you also think that what we had was more special than a common friendship then why act like you don’t know me?”

“You were the one who wanted to ‘forget about anything happening and never telling a soul about it’, remember?”

“I thought we came to a mutual agreement! I was just trying to save our careers and it worked Jaehyun, you got to debut and I-“

“And you just threw away everything we had like it was the easiest thing to do! Do you ever want to know how I feel, y/n? First you want nothing to do with me, left the company without even saying goodbye. Then I try to forget about you, become an asshole to keep you out of my life and suddenly you want to jump my bones. One day you just play blind to everything, asking for professionalism and now I’m the one ignoring you? What the fuck do you want? A fuck buddy? A professional? A friend?”

“I want you, Yoonoh. Fuck, I just want you”

You’re not sure which one of you initiates the kiss. His lips are as plump and kissed as hard as you recalled, a couple of tears staining your cheeks that you didn’t realize you were holding back. It felt so right, the way his head pushed and pulled away from yours, always inviting you back to him. One hand was situated over the dimples of your waist, the other lost between your hair, untangling it gently. You decided to lay yours over his heart, feeling its tempo and calming yourself down.

You kiss for what seems like an eternity, so drunk in bliss that you can’t remember how you made it through life without Jaehyun’s taste all over your tongue. When he pulls away from your lips, you almost whine, but his fingertips dabbing at the soft skin of your cheeks feel just as comforting.

“I don’t want us to be like this anymore”, you whisper to him and he nods encouragingly, holding you even closer. “I’m sorry for not reaching out to you all these years ago, I just thought ‘What would a brand new idol want to do with a failed trainee like me’-“

Jaehyun brings your fingers to his lips, kissing all your knuckles one by one and you think you’re gonna burst at the seams. “You weren’t a failure, you were the best thing to happen to me back then”. His voice is so sincere that you don’t dare question the veracity of what he’s saying and you let him continue. “When I saw you again I was so bitter, I decided to turn off my feelings. I think I get too comfortable in that role. I put it on for me, my members, my fans even”, he stops then, laughing sadly, “it’s how I finally got you”

It was your turn to open up his eyes to the truth, holding his face between your hands and admiring its beauty. 

“That’s not true. I kept staying because I knew what was hidden behind all that armor. I guess, the sex was the only way to get closer to you”

“Not because I’m good?”, he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows and you can feel his dimples forming under your fingers.

“Eh, you’re pretty good too”

He starts pecking your neck, his smile obvious in his kisses and you squeal when he lifts you to his bed. Bouncing on the hard mattress, you let him lay his body weight over yours as he gives you a million traces of his love. 

“So, I’m guessing this means we start over?”, he asks reluctantly as he emerges from your half naked body and you hold back from cooing at him.

“I thought you loved to hate me?”

“I think I hate it, but I love you”

[anonquack]

| Chef Q |

Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot, Requested by: @anotherdreamsimp !!

Word Count: 3328

Warnings: Some curse words, mainly just some fluff !

Summary: Quackity hasn't been streaming recently, and decides to come back with a cooking stream. Featuring you as a special guest.

Lately, Quackity had been studying like crazy for his final exams. That meant no streaming. He'd take a break from it to focus entirely on his studies. Absolutely nothing else.

He claimed to have his priorities straight, and had the goal to pass all exams with high scores in order to keep his grades looking wonderful.

This also meant there was rarely any time spent between you two, beside the occasional snack breaks you forced him to take so he wouldn't die at his desk.

It was tough not being able to show him a random video you'd found on the timeline, or walking up to chat with him whenever you wanted, but you knew this was very important to him. So you gladly supported him and offered as much support as possible.

Thankfully, all of his studying paid off and he passed with flying colors. A teacher had even informed him that he'd received the top score for one of his final exams.

You were the first person to hear the news, and you couldn't help but feel the adoration coursing through your body at how excited he was to tell you. Jumping up and down and shaking you lightly as he told you about his scores.

You'd offered to take him out for a celebratory meal, to treat him for all his hard work and also since you missed the fun outings with him. There was no way he was saying no to that.

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After a day out and about, you two had made your way back home. Both of you were pleasantly full, having enjoyed the meal and also dessert. His request, for "doing so well on his finals." How could you possibly deny him that?

You both were also very content, a warmth and comfort surrounding the air around you two the entirety of the outing.

One thing that was impossible not to notice was how he'd become exceptionally clingy as soon as you two were out of the car. Gripping onto your hand tightly as you singlehandedly unlocked the front door.

"I've missed you so much these past few days." He murmered as you finally got the door to open and pulled him inside.

"I've missed you too." You hummed softly. It was always nice hearing him say these things. You locked the front door, and gently pulled at his hand to lead him back to your room.

It didn't take much of a pull for him to willingly follow you. "Can we cuddle or something?" He asked softly, almost as if he was a bit embarrassed to ask. You turned to him and gave him a grin, along with a small nod.

You'd missed him, even if you two had been in the same apartment this whole time. You'd especially been missing cuddles with him, considering he studied pretty much all day. There wasn't enough time being shared together so you gladly agreed to some cuddling.

Sooner than later, you two found yourselves in your pajamas, laying in bed peacefully as you scrolled through tiktok, screen tilted in order for him to see as well. It really was so nice finally being able to be this close to him again.

After some time, you found yourself looking through tweets on the timeline. A certain one caught his attention and he asked you to stop scrolling.

It was a tweet from a fan, saying they missed Quackity since he hadn't streamed in two weeks, but that overall they hoped his tests were going fine.

"Has it really been 2 weeks?" He asked aloud as he clicked on it and looked through the replies, all agreeing with the original tweet.

"Mm.. two and a half, I think." You answered, looking at him curiously as a guilty expression appeared on his face.

"Hey." You called out once you saw the expression wasn't leaving. He turned to you with a small frown.

"It's fine. You had a good reason for being gone so long. I'm sure they understand. Plus, you'll be back soon, right?" You asked, to which he nodded before sitting up from the cuddling position you two were in.

You sat up as well, noticing how his eyes widened slightly, and a small smile made its way onto his face.

"I just got a great idea." He exclaimed. "Y'know, I was going to just spend the next few days with you since I missed you but– how about we stream something together? That way I can enjoy both, and the fans get a stream too."

You stared at him in surprise. The fans did know he was dating someone, but you rarely ever came out on streams, not because he didn't want you to but because you didn't deem it to be necessary.

The few times you had been on, you'd received tons of love and support from the chat, so you didn't think anything too bad would happen if you were to appear on his stream again.

"What did you have in mind?" You asked curiously. The other times you'd been on were him playing horror games and an extremely scuffed IRL stream.

"Well.. I haven't done a cooking stream in a while." He began, but you quickly shook your head.

"Oh no. Don't tell me you're going to make us eat some monstrosity‐ like your past cooking streams." You visibly shuddered at the thought. You remember having to help clean up the mess after. And no matter how funny it had been, the actual cleanup was awful.

"No no– I was thinking maybe we do a serious one, y'know? Chat hasn't really been able to see my cooking abilities, and well.. I'd say I am pretty good at it." He grinned. He was unfortunately right.

You relaxed at the mention of it being a 'serious' cooking stream. It could never really be too serious when it came to Quackity, but it meant not eating dog food or poorly made pizza. You were in.

"So we'll make an actual.. edible.. meal?" You questioned again, just to be sure. To which he nodded.

"Yeah, and we can enjoy that meal after. Like a date. What do you say?" He was beaming. It was his creativity rolling in. And he was probably so proud of himself for finding a way to spend time with you yet also give chat the stream content they'd been missing out on.

"Alright. I'm in."

You hadn't seen him this eager to get out of bed and head to the grocery store ever before. Chat was really in for a fun stream tomorrow.

—

He'd tweeted it out several hours before you two planned on starting the stream that he'd be streaming today with a special guest, and that he had his chef hat ready to go.

As you scrolled through Twitter you could see the timeline freaking out over 'COOKING STREAM' and 'SPECIAL GUEST'. Lots of discussion over who it was.

You couldn't help but feel a bit bad since the fans were probably speculating that he'd met up with his online friends, but in reality it was just you. In that case, you'd try your best to make this a fun stream, and your presence an enjoyable one.

As the time for the stream to start got closer, you helped him set the ingredients you'd be using onto the table, in a way where it was in perfect view for the stream to see and follow along if they wished.

"We're supposed to start in 5." You called out as he slipped his beanie on, fixing the few hair strands that were sticking out a bit too much.

He smiled and made his way over to you, cupping your face and giving you a small kiss. "I'm so excited to do some cooking with you. They're all going to love you."

You couldn't help the warm feeling that spread over your chest at his words. It was like introducing you all over again. He'd recently gained a lot of new followers, and that meant they probably had no idea who you were. Always fun going through that again.

He dealt with some last minute editing and placing, checking all ingredients were there and that everything was set, before hitting the 'Go Live' button.

It didn't take long for the viewers to increase after the tweet notification went out, and the starting soon screen was the only thing really protecting you two from the roaring chat.

Everyone was dying to know what was going on, who the special guest was, and whether this would be yet another scuffed cooking stream.

You stood behind the camera as the starting soon screen finally disappeared and he began greeting the viewers, thanking all the subs coming in, and eventually also giving them a little update on how he'd done on his exams.

You felt so proud as you watched him boast about how his studying had paid off, and how he talked about being the happiest he'd been in a while. He deserved all of it. And chat thought so too.

After some rambling about his test scores and what they'd be cooking today, chat finally became too impatient and asked for a reveal of the special guest.

"Fine. Fine. Since you guys are so fucking impatient." He huffed, watching as chat flew by, telling him to 'get on with it' and to 'TELL US WHO IT IS'. You couldn't help but laugh at the relationship he had with his chat. Always bullying each other but usually knowing when to stop and send love.

"I've actually had them on multiple other streams, not so much recently.. but they've been on my horror streams.. some IRL streams.. and they are really really special to me, chat!" He said with a big smile. Some of chat was confused as to who he was referring to, while older fans began to question if it was YOU. They were very smart.

"Some of the viewers might not know of them, so this is like I'm introducing them to chat all over again! Come over here." He finally directed the last part at you. You couldn't help but feel the sudden spike in anxiety, but chose to ignore it as you smiled back at him and headed into the frame beside him.

With a small wave and a greeting, you watched as chat completely broke. A mess of question marks and your name being spread in chat. You couldn't help but laugh. It was an overwhelmingly positive reaction as Quackity explained to new viewers that you were his partner, and that older fans were already aware of this for a while now.

The amount of 'y/n our beloved' and people asking if quackity's partner was single were abundant in chat, and you couldn't help but feel stupid for thinking the newer viewers would hate you or something.

Having the approval of Quackity's chat also made you feel lighter, it made it easier to let go and just enjoy the cooking stream.

You two began to explain what you'd be cooking to chat, and you made it very clear that he actually had to try and cook this time, to which chat agreed wholeheartedly.

He'd taken a recipe from his mom for one of his favorite meals, one he hadn't had in a while. He explained to chat that he wanted to see how well you and him could recreate it until you two took a trip to visit his family.

"Hopefully we don't disappoint her too much." You mumbled as he placed the chef hat onto your head, fixing it so you looked presentable.

"She can't be because we're actually gonna try." He stated before beginning to explain to chat what the meal was since many of them might not have even heard of it before. As he did that, you began to set aside the ingredients you wouldn't be needing until later.

After everything had been explained, it was time to get cooking. His concentration to try and recreate his mom's recipe was adorable, and chat agreed on that too.

This stream wasn't loud and messy like the others, but it was still enjoyable in its own way. Quackity was radiating such wonderful light and energy, cracking jokes and genuinely enjoying himself. It was all thanks to the stress and worries being lifted off his back. You really enjoyed seeing him like this.

Chat was able to follow along later if they wanted with how organized you guys were being, but the banter he had with you and chat made it entertaining to any casual viewer. He always found a way to make it fun.

Not only that, but chat was able to see a new side of him. The Chef Q side. More often than not, a message would roll in saying they were amazed by how good Quackity actually was at cooking. You could already imagine some of the edits that'd come out of the stream.

His mom had told you two beforehand how long it would normally take to cook this meal, and it was perfect for a usual stream and some extras where you two would actually get to try the food.

There was moments where chat was warning you two that the food would burn or that he'd accidentally set the kitchen on fire, but overall you were enjoying yourself so much.

And chat was enjoying your presence too!

By the time you two managed to finish the meal, you both plopped down onto the chairs he'd set for the supposed 'breaks'.

He had some of the sauce on his cheek and his apron, but still managed to look good. He'd also smeared sauce onto your cheek, and at this point some strands were sticking out of your hat in such a messy way since the last few minutes had been rather hectic, food almost burning and all.

"Chat. We did it." He called out before cheering loudly and clapping his hands, to which you swiftly followed along, chat beginning to cheer as well.

"I think its only right that we try what we made, don't you think?" You ask, to which chat quickly types YES in all caps, wanting to see the finished product and also find out if it even tastes good.

Quackity let out a chuckle as he smiled over at you. "Not gonna lie, I'm a little nervous. We haven't even seen it so it might just be black. Burnt to a crisp. Or what if it tastes like shit? Y/N i don't know what I'm going to do if the food tastes like shit. Thats what we're supposed to eat on our date." He whined a bit.

You shook your head, "It'll be great. And if not, we can just order takeout. It'll be fine big q." You smiled reassuringly. Chat became a frenzy of calling him cute for the state he was in, declaring their love for how supportive and kind you were, and melting over your relationship.

Before you knew it, you were both revealing the meal to chat, and pleasantly surprised by the results. The presentation of the meal itself looked really good. It looked like what you'd expect from such a plate. Quackity had even gone as far as saying it looked similar to how his mom made it.

You gasped, smiling in surprise at him. "Really? Did we really do that good of a job." His face turned into one of regret, and a long segment of silence engulfed you two before he nodded hesitantly. You both broke out into a fit of laughter.

"Okay okay, seriously. Chat's waiting for you to try it." You placed a fork in front of him, earning a loud scoff from him.

"They want to see you try it as well." He mirrored your actions and you gladly took the fork.

"Alright. First bite. Let's see if all our hard work paid off! Chat, are you ready?" You grinned and watched as the 'YES's started rolling in, some viewers telling you both to get the fuck on with it, and others gushing about how the food actually looked good. You could only hope.

You watched as he began to dig in, mouth full and chewing slowly, truly trying to savor the first bite. You did the same, and the stream was silent for the first time in a while. Chat was in suspense as well, question marks and incoherent rambling rolling through the chat.

"Chat..." he finally spoke after swallowing his bite. "Chat. It's." He paused before showing a small smile. "It's not bad at all. I like it. It's good."

You nodded your head in agreement, "It's nowhere near as good as the ones your mom makes.. but I think you and I make a pretty good team."

"I think so too. And not just for cooking." He grinned, earning himself a playful eye roll and shy smile from you.

The stream proceeded to you two feeding each other bites of the meal, asking each other if it was good, and just enjoying yourselves for a bit longer before Quackity deemed it was time to end.

"Chat !! Thank you so much for tuning in and watching this.. actually coordinated cooking stream. I had so much fun and well, I ate yummy food. I'm happy." He laughed, thanking a few more gifters before doing his signature Bye, and ending stream.

He hurried over to your side, pulling you into a hug. "Thank you so much. I truly had fun. And they definitely loved you, but not nearly as much as I do."

You chuckled at his words, giving him a small kiss before cupping his face. "I had a lot of fun too. Thank you for always being so nice to me." You paused, observing how cute he looked with his chef hat still on. "I think I like Chef Alex." You reached over and fixed his hat a bit.

"Yeah? Should I keep it on?" He teased, coming a bit closer. You couldn't help the warmth that spread over your cheeks at how blunt he was.

"Yes, but you need to help me clean this up. Maybe after we finish the food, hm? C'mon. Don't think I forgot our deal."

He whined, already feeling too lazy, but he quickly followed after you as you two sat down to actually eat. Still wearing the silly attire he'd bought for the stream, far too unbothered to change just yet.

Through a mouthful he asked, "Cuddles and a nap after we're done?"

You smiled and nodded, to which he gave a silent cheer. That was enough motivation to get you both up and cleaning after finishing the meal.

—

Wrapped in each other's arms again. He couldn't seem to get enough of it. You were once again scrolling through Twitter, this time scrolling through his indirects, wanting to see what people were saying about the stream.

He'd ask you to stop to read certain ones he found funny, and even 'aww'd at the ones he found cute, mainly those talking about how cute you two looked.

Surely enough, there was already edits using the clips of him cooking, and you'd openly admitted to him that he looked "so fucking good." To which he responded by cuddling closer, if even humanly possible.

Quackity found the numerous clips of you two feeding each other to be the best part of the tweets. You two rewatched, saved, liked as many as you could before he became tired.

And with that, he was pulling you close, and leaving small kisses anywhere he could on your face. Eventually, his chest slowly rose and fell as he entered a deep slumber. You smiled, glad to see he was finally getting the rest he deserved.

"Goodnight, Alex." You whispered, leaving a small kiss on his cheek before closing your eyes as well.

[otptings]

Insomnia

-Idol ~ Kun

-Genre ~ Sick Fic, Smut, Fluff

-Warnings ~ insomnia, lack of appetite & weight loss, pillow princess by force, oral (f receiving), passionate fucking, dry humping? (she's half naked but he's fully dressed), daddy kink, rough sex, choking, degradation,

-Word Count ~ 2.9k+

-Synopsis ~ Sleeping never comes easy to. You've tried everything from exercising, to warm milk. Maybe the one thing you've been missing is some late night loving?

-A/n ~ loosely inspired by sky Insomnia, the rose insomnia, and dreamcatcher sleep-walking. best to listen to any of those songs as you read it, might help set the mood even though those are all break up songs lmfao. I also have my ko-fi link in my bio help raise more money to help me buy essentials for my emotional support animal, I cannot work at the minute because of my treatment for type 1 bipolar disorder, and door dash doesn't allow me to save up abundantly enough, if you could even only share it I would greatly appreciate it. anyway hope you enjoy this and thank you for reading

Sleep and you have always had a complicated relationship. Fighting sleep as a kid, climbing out of your bed after your parents tucked you in, playing with your toys until you passed out among us. At sleepovers you were always the one who stayed up all night, too excited to actually get tired.

As a teenager spending nights before school desperately trying to finish homework, staying up until the early morning hours, quickly taking a shower before running to the bus. If you had no assignments your crush at the time would distract you, joking and blushing until it was time to leave for school, bags under your eyes prominent, but the loss of sleep was worth it.

Now the only thing you wanted was to sleep.

Insomnia took over your life. Staying up sometimes days at a time, struggling to calm your racing thoughts that were determined to keep you up at night. They won most nights. Laying in your bed, struggling to get comfortable or staring up at the ceiling, willing sleep to overtake you. Even with the medication from the doctor you struggled to get more than 3 hours a night.

You tried other remedies too. Drinking warm milk with cinnamon and vanilla, the warm concoction soothing but never tiring you out. Exercising before bed that truly made you feel amazing but never worked to tire you out, only forcing you to feel the soreness in your body as you laid in bed. No electronics before bed helped you finish multiple books series that you had wanted to start but never had time for, but didn't work.

Everything you tried was in vain. Sleep continued to evade you, and it only took a higher toll on your physical body.

Your appetite started to lessen, your weight slowly declined. The bags under your eyes only got deeper and darker. Concerns about your physical state came form your friends, their worries growing as you continued to get worst and worst. It came to a peak when you almost passed out at an outing, shaky from the constant stream of caffeine that you were consuming in order to function properly, your eyes fluttering close as you collapsed into their arms. Concern was properly covering their face, and they rushed you to the hospital, you were too weak to even try and decline them.

At the hospital they gave you strict instructions to stay home and rest, with someone watching you over to make sure that you were properly taken care of. Along with instructions you got even stronger medication, 20 mgs stronger than what you were currently taking.

Kun being the thoughtful person he is offered to watch you while you were on bedrest. He was the best candidate out of your friends, the others practically pushing you to accept him.

Kun has been the best assistant? nurse? friend that you could ask for. Constantly at your beck and call making sure that you were drinking plenty of water, cooking you fresh homemade meals, and making sure your medication was taken on time. Along with that he also did the awkward task of helping you to the bathroom, since you were still shaky and weak at times.

He did this all without complaint, catering to you everyday and making sure that you were cared for. Sometimes when he wasn't busy with his own work he would sit and watch a drama with you, or just engage in conversation telling you about his day, and the funny things he did and heard.

Having him helping you 24/7 for 2 weeks straight, had caused some unwelcome feelings. Your friends weren't surprised at that, having been part of the reason why they suggested he did it, knowing your past feelings for him. With only a week left of your bedrest you were saddened at the thought that he was leaving, going back to only talking to him once or twice a week whenever the friend group hung out.

Kun had actually been the one who surprised you. Seeing that you were still up one night, thoughts of him running through your mind when he entered your room. Upon seeing you awake he sat on your bed, holding your hand as you asked what's up. You weren't truthful. Who would be truthful in that scenario? 'Hey actually I was up thinking about my crush on you and the desire that I constantly have to kiss you."

You were positive that wouldn't have gone through well.

Kun rubbed your hand soothingly, listening patiently to you as you lied about what you were thinking about, fake worries and complaints about going back to work. Offering you advice was always Kun's strong suit so you were ready for some good advice despite your lies.

That's what got you in this peculiar position.

Lip tucked tightly between your teeth, the taste of copper on your tongue. One hand grasping at the pillow behind you squeezing it tightly between your fingers, the other intertwined with dark blue hair as you tried not to pull too hard.

Kun thought the best thing to clear your mind was sex, and who were you to deny his generous offer.

You felt your hips jerking as tongue pressed his tongue against your hole, shallowly fucking into you. His free hand rubbed up your thigh, the sensation combining with him eating you out causing your mind to start to go blurry. His hand continued to glide up, before pressing down on your hips, forcing them down on the bed.

Without the ability to move you could only lie there as he continued to tongue fuck you. The fire in your stomach increasing, and Kun seemed to know it as he kissed your clit before sucking on it aggressively, causing your first orgasm to rip through your body.

Kun continued his ministrations, licking up your cum causing the fire to come back threefold. Kun sucked on your clit, flicking his tongue over it as you wriggled from the sensitivity. He seemed to be made for this, the way his tongue knew the perfect ways to fuck you open, and he hadn't even involved his fingers or cock yet.

Pulling away from your cunt you saw your juices covering Kun's mouth leaking down his chin. His hair was sticking every which way how you were messing, and pulling on it. Kun looked like all of your wet dreams had happened to come through.

"So pretty." A laugh let his mouth, a smiling spreading over his lips.

"Wish you could see yourself," Kun slid his hand up and down your thigh, rubbing it soothingly, "You're gorgeous. I've been wanting to do this for so long."

Kun changed the positions so that you were on top, straddling his thighs. You could feel his cock straining against his jeans, rubbing over your oversensitive clit in the best way possible. A whimper left your mouth as you started to rock on him, but Kun stilled your hips. His hand slid to your chin, rubbing his thumb along the side of your jaw.

"Can I kiss you?" You didn't bother answering, meeting him halfway. His chapped lips moved against your own as if you've done it before, there was a familiarity to it that made you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him flush against your chest. Sliding his hands up and down your body, lips moving in sync against yours. You nipped at his lip, causing a loud groan to leave his mouth as he opened it for you. Sliding your tongue into his mouth you reveled in the feeling of him taking dominance. His hands gripping your ass tightly, his tongue roughly dancing with yours.

You pulled away, placing your hips on his shoulders as you continued to grind against him. Another groan leaving his mouth as he moved you against him, forcing you to press down harder and faster against him.

"God baby." He leaned back as he looked at you, admiring the way you moved against him, needy and wanting to cum again. "You're so need baby. Who's got you like this hm?" You dropped your head back, continuing to rock your hips against his. Kun felt his cock twitching in his pants at the sight, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you close to him, placing kisses along your neck and collarbones.

"Kun I need you." You tried to sound strict but it came breathy, a moan following it as he kisses over your jugular, nipping at it before listening to your 'command'. Flipping you over he gave you a peck, before pulling away to take off his clothes. You decided to join him stripping out of your shirt and throwing it across the room.

Kun crawled back over you, but he stopped just taking the time to stare at you.

"I need to say this before. I'm not just fucking you because of your insomnia, I'm not just fucking you to fuck you." Kun intertwined your fingers, "I really like you. I don't want this to just not mean anything to you, when I really like you. Even thought we're doing this backward I hope you can at least think of going on a date with me." You felt your face heat up, and the familiar feeling of fluttering in your stomach at his confession. Placing your hand on his cheek you leaned up, placing a quick kiss on his lips.

"I like you too Kun. More than I can put words to." A big smile spread across his face as he leaned down, showering your face with kisses. "But if you don't put your dick in me right now, you might not ever get that date." A laugh left his mouth as he placed one last kiss against your check, before grabbing the base of his cock and rubbing it up and down your cunt. Collecting some of your juices over his tips he looked down as he pressed into you, muttering a fuck at the sight of you taking him in so well. You threw your head back feeling the fuzziness come back, feeling how well he slid into you.

When Kun bottomed out he placed your still intertwined hands on the pillow beside you, his other hand sliding back to your hip.

"Fuck you feel so good." He growled as he waited for you to adjust, feeling your tight walls practically sucking him in.

"Please move. Please I need you." Kun placed a gentle kiss on your pouty lips before pulling. Thrusting back into you he set a slow pace, being gentle with you not forgetting that you were still on bed rest. Your other arm wrapped around his neck, pulling you closer to him. Feeling skin against skin as he continued to slowly fuck you, enjoying the feeling of him being close to you.

It was more intimate than it should've been, being the first time that you two were having sex but with Kun it felt right. This was more love making than casual fucking and you wouldn't have it any other way. The coil in your stomach started to tighten, Kun's groans helping greatly to push you towards the edge, but the pace he had set wasn't doing it for you.

"Kun." He slowed down, hearing the desperation in your voice and not wanting to hurt you.

"Yes baby? Am I hurting you?" You could hear the slight panic in his voice and shook your head, before meeting his eyes.

"Faster please. I need you rougher." Kun pushed your hair back, before cupping your cheek.

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you, you were just hospitalized."

"Please fuck me harder. I need you to ruin me daddy." At your words Kun's eyes darkened and without warning he thrust into you hard, causing a punched out moan to leave your mouth.

The mood changed just the way you needed it to, instead of being slow love sex Kun was fucking you. Hips meeting during every perfectly timed thrust, hitting deep within you as the sound of his balls smacking against your ass filled the room. He let go of your hand, instead opting to grab your waist and pulled you to meet him halfway on every thrust.

Ceaseless moans leaving your lips at the feeling of him fucking into you so beautifully, filling every inch of you. Opening your eyes that hadn't even realized had closed you were met by the sight of Kun, sweat glistening over his abs and dripping down his face. His hair plastered to his forehead, as he bit his lip harshly trying to hold back his groans. Your neighbors should really thank him for having some self control.

Kun slowed down as he lifted your legs up, pushing them towards your chest, folding you in half as he continued his rough pace. This new position causing you to feel him in your chest, the feeling of fullness completely overtaking you as you orgasmed for the second time. He fucked you through your orgasm, the tingly feeling spreading towards your hips as overstimulation set in. Even though his cock was dragging against your walls beautifully, blunt tip pressing into your g spot it started to get painful.

The feeling of it being too much, but not enough at the same time. Tears welling up in your eyes, as Kun pressed against your legs pushing them back further and forcing his cock impossibly deeper.

"F-fuck daddy please." You didn't even know what you were begging for anyway, him effectively fucking you dumb, his hands gripping your thighs tightly to the point where you knew you'd have bruises the next day.

"So tight around me, your pussy is sucking me in even after two orgasms? What's wrong baby? Two isn't enough, you need me to milk another one out of you?" You couldn't respond to him, only listened to him as he spoke, groans leaving his mouth harmonizing with your moans almost.

"Poor baby is fucked dumb," A cruel laugh left his mouth as he stuffed two fingers into your mouth. You sucked on his fingers, twirling your tongue around them. "Can't even speak, only babble and suck on my fingers huh? Lucky you're so cute. You liked being called dumb huh? Can feel the way you're pussy clenched around me? Must be close again." You could only let out a muted moan, Kun's fingers still pressed against your tongue, gagging you effectively.

Pulling his fingers out of your mouth he slid his hand around your throat, tapping his too soaked fingers on the side of your neck.

"So close baby. So. fucking. close." Punctuating his words with an extra hard thrust in between you had lost the ability to think, his hand gently around your neck, more like an accessory but just at the thought of him choking you felt yourself drooling, his thrusts still reaching that spot inside of you that was so deep it'd never been touched before.

As if hearing your thoughts, Kun's hand tightened around your throat, pressing you against the mattress. You came at that moment, Kun's tip hitting your g spot perfectly. Your eyes rolled back as you felt like you had exploded, all of your energy draining out of you with your third orgasm of the night.

At the feeling of you clenching around him so tightly, practically holding you in place Kun pulled out and quickly jerked himself off, cumming over your lower stomach. Kun marveled at the sight of you laid out below him, lips swollen from biting them, hair frizzy from rubbing against the pillow, his white cum painting your stomach, a light red mark around your neck from his hand.

Kun let you sit for a couple minutes before carrying you to the bathroom for a well needed shower. Setting you on the toilet, he let you pee while he started the warm. When you were finished and the water was warm enough Kun helped you into the shower, letting you lean against him as he started to clean the cum from your body.

"Are you okay?" You looked up at Kun, basking in the feeling of the warm water running down your body as Kun rubbed the soapy loofa over your body.

"Never felt better." A crooked smile spread across your face, too tired to even continue the conversation. Kun kissed you on your temple , seemingly sensing it and helped you rinse out. After getting you redressed and back into your bed with clean sheets, Kun went to go to the living room until you grabbed his arm.

"Can you stay?" Even after having sex Kun was still nervous to sleep in the bed with you, but he obliged hearing your soft, sleepy voice. Climbing into bed with you he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

"Thank you." Kun hummed, the vibration spreading through his chest and making you giggle.

"For?"

"Taking care of me." Kun placed another kiss on your head.

"You don't have to thank me. I wanted to care for you. Now get some sleep." Cuddling further into Kun, the beat of his heart along with the rise and fall of his chest lulled you to sleep.

For the first time in years, you slept like a baby.

[maybege]

Work Song

Summary: You meet once again.

Pairing: hot dad!Boba Fett x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 4.2k

Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: explicit sexual content, dom/sub relationship, use of sex toys, dirty talk, consensual degradation and namecalling, multiple orgasms, double penetration, oral sex (m receiving), come play, sexting

When I was pondering which to post (bodyguard!Paz ord hot dad!Boba), I figured: why not both? So tonight I am serving you some delicious hot dad!Boba smut and tomorrow or Tuesday evening you will get the next part of The One! I am really excited to share this with you and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated and I hope you enjoy it!

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

Work was boring.

Or rather, it wasn’t boring but your thoughts kept drifting to much more exciting prospects. Like the next meeting at the motel.

Boba had messaged you that he had gotten scheduled for the midnight calls almost all through the next month and had suggested you meet on Fridays instead. But since Fridays were your yoga course days, and the only real opportunity for you to go out and meet new people and potential friends, that was not an option either. And so, you had remained on Saturdays - even if it meant he wouldn’t get to stay the night.

Even over the phone, you could see the reluctance he had to agree to it. (“I’d prefer if I could buy you breakfast the way I buy you dinner,” had been his exact words to which you had only smiled.)

So now it was Thursday, almost the end of the week, and you could not wait to get back home, to get to the end of the week and into the motel and, most importantly, to Boba.

With a groan, you let your head onto your desk in your cubicle. All around you, you could hear the tapping of the keyboards, people talking, phones ringing, the alarm of the printer going off when there was – once again – not enough paper there. Even sitting at your desk among a sea of people you never felt so alone.

“What are you thinking?” Nat, chewing a piece of gum, popped up on the wall of your cubicle, resting her chin in her hands. You flinched in surprise, looking up at her cheerful face. “Dreaming of mystery man from the bar again?”

If only she knew.

You smiled, “I, uh, I was just checking over these numbers again, I think I might have to start from scratch and ask marketing for the raw numbers.”

Nat popped her gum, clearly disappointed that you did not seem to share any details. “Well, Marketing really needs to get their shit together,” she grumbled, “I had to ask them for the full numbers – twice! – last week. can you believe that? Twice!”

“Now that I have them in front of me, it’s not that hard to believe,” you grinned, leaning back in your chair and looking up at her, “But that is not why you came to talk is it?”

“Well,” she sighed dramatically, sending you a wink, “Since you don’t let me live through your love life – you want to come for drinks this Saturday? Me and the girls want to check out a new restaurant in town, I’m sure you’ll like it.”

“I’d love to but I already have plans,” you declined, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of whom you had plans with, “Maybe next time?”

For a minute, you were afraid that maybe she would be suspicious. That maybe she would keep asking you about Boba and you would have to dodge your questions.

But thankfully, Nat seemed to have completely forgotten all about your love life.

“Sure!” she perked up, throwing a look towards the kitchen, “Wanna do lunch together? I’m starving.”

You nodded, smiling when you heard her basically skipping her way to the kitchen from her cubicle. Grabbing your phone, you went to follow her.

*

Nat kept talking about one thing or another, completely oblivious to the internal fight you were just hashing out in your head.

Never had your phone looked more menacing.

You did not know when or how exactly but somewhere in the two minutes it had taken to microwave your food, a tiny little thought had manifested itself in your mind.

Boba had asked for your wishes the last time and you had been too nervous to think about them. But surely, with the safety of a screen between you, you would be able to articulate at least some of them?

Then again, would he even want that? After all, it was not Saturday and maybe he did not want to have that kind of contact out of your agreed meeting hours?

You tapped your fingernails on the table top before deciding to just fuck it.

You: I want you to fuck my mouth.

There. It was sent. It was done. You had half a mind to switch your phone off and never look at it again, you felt that embarrassed. But before you could do so you saw how the read notification popped up and now it was like a car crash you couldn’t look away from. Boba had seen it. It was too late now. Shit, what had you done?

Boba: So princess has some dirty wishes after all.

Boba: Any more things you want to try out?

You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head towards Nat who looked at you questioningly. “My friend just sent me something funny,” you waved off while making sure no one would be able to get a look on your phone screen.

Toys. you typed out, I’ve never got to try any and I want to try them all. Want you to use them on me.

Now I’m thinking about getting you a dildo, little one. Maybe even two. One for that tight little kissy and the other to train your mouth.

The implication made you clench your thighs and you took a deep breath, hoping no one would notice how you were almost squirming in your seat.

Lunch forgotten, your eyes were fixed on your phone as the three dots kept moving on the screen. You weren’t really sure if this counted as texting per se but you had never been this explicit with someone over texts and your heart skipped a beat as the next message appeared.

Boba: Does that turn you on?

You: Yes.

Boba: Where are you?

You: On my lunch break. Why?

Boba: Because if you’d been home I’m this close to take a half-day and fuck you silly in your own bed.

You shuddered, your thighs clenching.

I’m this close to going home sick if that’s what awaits me.

The read notification popped up but you saw how he wasn’t online anymore and frowned. You tried to avoid your thoughts of how maybe you had been too forward or too awkward or maybe he thought you were weird now for being willing to go home in the middle of the workday just to get in bed with him. But the truth was you were.

Work was boring today and while you appreciated Nat’s attempts to get talking, you didn’t really feel in the mood to talk. Besides, you knew she was just out to get more info about the bar mystery man as she called him and even though you liked her you really didn’t want to talk about Boba to anyone. So yeah, the thought of being able to go home and be able to feel Boba against you instead of going through the different numbers sounded like heaven to you.

Reluctantly, you got back to your pasta salad, aware that you only had a few minutes on your break left and trying to not spend them checking your phone constantly. How much more pathetic could you be?

“Ready?” Nat asked suddenly beside you as her friends got their dishes into the dishwasher and you nodded with a smile.

“Although when is one ever ready for work?” she asked, faking a British accent and you grinned, pocketing your phone in the pocket of your dress.

“Never,” you replied, “one can just hope it’ll be over soon.”

The dark-haired women turned to you with a conspiratory grin before twirling into her cubicle, leaving you alone to go back to your desk. You stood at the entrance of your cubicle for a moment, eyes roaming over the papers on your desk, ruined with your scribbling as you tried to decipher whatever numbers marketing had sent you.

You rubbed your hand over your face, forcing yourself to smile with the hopes that it would release endorphins or some shit. You could do this. There was no need to feel overwhelmed by this. What would be the first step to make this better?

Typing the email to Brenda from Marketing should not have been as hard as it was. But your mind was swirling with trying to find the right balance between polite and insistent because you could not afford to lose any more hours of work over something that simply could not be worked with.

Just as you were ready to give up, your phone pinged.

Boba: Sorry, business call. But believe me, little one, I can’t wait until this weekend. Would you be okay with me buying some toys for you?

You smiled, answer already ready.

*

“Shit, little one, you looked so good like that. You like that?”

You gasped for breath, eagerly nodding. A thin layer of sweat had built all over your body as you knelt on the end of the bed. You were so intoxicated by these feelings, by him, it felt like everything was on fire, getting ready to burst.

As soon as he had arrived – you being the first in the room this time around – he had framed your face in his hands and kissed you until you both been breathless. And then he had shown you the toys.

That was how you had ended up here, on the bed, completely naked, moving yourself on one of the dildos he had brought for you.

“Look at you, such a good girl for me, hm?” Boba murmured, his hands moving once again and you choked, tears stinging in your eyes from the effort of trying to relax your throat and keeping your hands behind your back as he had instructed.

Boba had not just brought one toy. He had brought two. And you while you were fucking yourself on one, thighs shaking with the effort, Boba had pushed the other down your mouth. “To train you to take me,” he had rumbled with a glint in his eyes.

A particularly hard thrust down your throat forced you lower on the shaft between your legs and you moaned, tears of pleasure and despair pricking your eyes. He was still completely closed, looking as dominant as ever and you could feel your clit and y our nipples aching wanting to be touched and played with.

You whined, drool slipping down your chin and Boba showed mercy, slowly pulling the toys away from your mouth. “What is it, little one?” he asked, “What’s got you all teary-eyed, hm ?”

“My – my nipples are so sensitive,” you pleaded with him, “Please, please touch them, Boba.”

He grinned darkly, running the tip of the dildo over your wet lips. “So, touch them.”

You shook your head as best as you could, wanting to remind him of the one rule he had set for you but then he pushed the toys back into your mouth. Your back arched as you leant forwards, humming when the dildo shifted inside you and even more so when your chest brushed against the rough material of his shirt.

It was like little pricks of pleasure coursed through you.

Boba looked down at you, the blue dildo still in his hand and you felt heat seep into your cheeks. From shame? Maybe. But all you felt arousal as you saw the admiration in hid ryes.

“How desperate you look,” he mused, his fingers holding your chin, “How pretty. Just for me.”

“Yes,” you gasped, mouth falling open as you sank down on the toys again, your nipples brushing over the harsh fabric, “J-just for you.”

“My pretty little fucktoy,” he smiled, leaning down and kissing you open-mouthed. You gasped into him, pleasure overtaking you and when his hand wandered down to your right nipple, pinching and pulling it sharply, you came. Everything in your body tightening before it felt like you were bursting at the seams, the sudden wave of pleasure making you whimper.

Where you had been so precariously balanced on top of the dildo, now you lost your balance, completely falling against him but Boba was there to catch you.

“Good girl,” he mumbled, his hand still squeezing your tit, “Think you have another round in you?”

Your eyes fell to the very obvious bulge in his pants and you nodded eagerly. Even with your legs still trembling from your orgasm, you were already carving more. More of this, more of him and the pleasure he could give you.

With calloused fingers gently wrapped around your forearm, he helped you up.

You followed willingly, letting him turn around until you were facing the bed, sheets messy where you had kneeled.

“I’m going to let you choose, little one,” he murmured into your ear, his warm body pressed against your back. You could hardly concentrate with your hands on your skin like that, one hand holding you by your throat while the other dipped between your folds. “Which toy do you want to fuck now?”

First, you were disappointed that apparently you did not get to fuck yourself on his cocks but then his finger swiped over your clit and you shuddered.

“Answer me, princess,” he growled, his hand slightly tightening on your throat, “Or are you too cockdumb already?”

“Nuh-uh,” you tried to shake your head just as much as your legs were shaking from the pleasure he was giving you. You tried to focus on the toys. The one you had used already and the one he had had you suck off. The blue one was glistening from your juices and your thighs clenched at the thought of having it inside you again.

But the other one, the purple one, was much thicker than the blue and you knew it was closer to what Boba’s cock actually felt like.

“The purple one,” you murmured, head leaning back against his shoulder and he mouthed at your neck, humming in satisfaction.

“You’re so kriffing sexy, you know that?” he whispered, planting a playful bite on your shoulders before leaving you alone in the middle of the room. You whined, pressing your thighs together as you saw him so meticulously prepare for what seemed to be the next scene he had had in mind.

With a soft towel spread on the floor in front of the armchair, Boba looked at you as he sat down, legs spread wide before planting the dildo on the towel. “I think good girls deserve a treat,” he murmured, working on his pants before getting his weeping cock out and you swore your knees were that close to giving out underneath you.

You gaped at him, practically falling on your knees with your hands placed on his thighs. The impact made a dull sound and your heart skipped a beat as he immediately leant forward, fingers gripping your chin as he searched your face for any sign of pain.

“I know you’re eager to suck my cock, little one,” he smirked, “But no need hurting yourself over it, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, feeling a little embarrassed for how needy you were being.

Boba smirked, leaning back in his seat but not before running the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip. Your eyes flicked down to his weeping cock, your mouth watering at seeing how a drop of precome had already collected at the tip.

Without thinking any further, you sank down on the dildo, mouth falling open at how it stretched you. You ducked down, closing your lips around his shaft and taking him as deep as he would go in one smooth movement.

Boba groaned loudly above you, one hand going to the back of your neck to keep you there. Just like your pussy, he filled your throat completely, your tongue feeling as if it was running out of space so you did your best to press it against the underside of him, wriggling along the prominent vein he had there.

Tears gathered in your eyes again and you moaned as the toy inside you hit a spot the previous one couldn’t. Your hips stuttered, slowly starting to grin against it in hopes of it hitting that spot again. You did not move your mouth from him.

“Fuck you look good like that,” he praised you, his free hand coming around your throat and you tried to swallow when you felt his thumb rub over the bulge in your throat. You had not even realized how far you had taken him but when you saw the grin on his face, his eyes glazed over in pleasure, you felt proud of yourself for making him feel like this.

Slowly he pulled you off his length and you followed, gasping for breath when you could. A trail of saliva connected you still to him and through your lashes, you looked up at him. Even now he was a sight to behold, jaw clenched, a glint in his eyes.

You would do everything to please him.

“Don’t think I can last long, little one,” he grumbled, lips twitching as he spotted how you still moved your hips, “Think you can come before that? Don’t want to leave you hanging.”

You nodded, rising on your knees again just like before and sinking back down, moaning when it hit that sweet spot.

“Good,” he smiled, warping his hand around his cock, “You can touch yourself how much you. Just want you to come for me, okay?”

“Okay,” you smiled, obediently opening your mouth to take him in again. Your fingers went to your clit, circling it to spread around the wetness that was already making its way to the towel. You gasped, hips jerking at the pleasure.

Boba groaned, rubbing the head of his cock along your tongue, precoma coating your taste buds. He pushed your head down again, quickly building up to a rhythm that had you choking and gagging, spit trailing down your chin, making you feel filthy and desired.

One hand came up to your chest, pinching your nipple and throwing you off the cliff. Your moan got interrupted by Boba shoving himself down your throat even more and you shook where you sat, your wetness coating the toy until all you could hear were obscene squelching sounds from between your thighs.

“Where did you want my come little one?”

“On my face, please,” you gasped.

A deep, guttural groan left him and you opened your mouth even wider, sticking your tongue out as your fingers played with your nipples. Hot roped of come splattered on your face, landing on your brows, your nose, your tongue, dripping down your chin and onto your chest. Boba continued pumping his shaft milking himself of every last drop and collecting it on his thumb before gently spreading it over your cheek.

“Did I do good?” you asked, heaving for breath.

“You were perfect,” he rumbled, scooping some of his come onto your tongue and you swallowed eagerly.

You shifted on your knees, wincing when the dildo moved inside you.

Boba leant down to you, his hand carefully holding you by the elbow as he stood up slowly, taking you with him. Your legs were shaking from the strain and your knees hurt from straightening them. You shivered.

A soft kiss was pressed to your lips and he led you back to the bed. The fabric was cool under your fingertips and you took a shaky breath. His warm hands were on your shoulders, thumbs brushing the skin as he looked down on you.

“Let me get you something to clean up, okay?” he murmured.

You nodded silently. He disappeared for a moment and you simply sat there, wringing your hands and trying to focus on your surroundings. Everything was fuzzy still, pleasantly warm from your orgasms but you also felt could now that it was over.

You heard the sink run in the bathroom and a moment later, Boba was in front of you again, a warm cloth in his hands that he gently ran over your face.

“Look up at me, little one,” he murmured and you did, closing your eyes as you tilted your face towards him. With gentle movements, he cleaned your face but you were too tired to smile. You felt drained but in a good way, like your limbs were too heavy from pleasure to really move and so you just let the feelings wash over you.

When he was finished, his hand came up to cup your cheek and you leaned into him.

Boba hummed, “Would you like to take a shower or a bath?”

“Bath, please,” you croaked, flinching as you heard how hoarse you sounded. Boba’s lips quirked up and he nodded. Slowly he guided you to the tiled bathroom, sitting you down on a towel at the edge of the tub before getting the water running.

You frowned, the rushing water almost too loud in your ears. Boba turned around, spotting you curling in on yourself and just like that he had you in his arms.

“It was a bit intense, wasn’t it?” he asked quietly, his lips brushing against your ears and you nodded, burying your head in the fabric of his flannel.

“I – I don’t know why I feel this way,” you whispered, “this … sensitive.”

“You’re coming down from a high, little one,” he explained, thumb brushing the back of your neck, “It’s normal to feel a little exposed. But I will make sure, you’re okay, okay? Anything you need, princes, you just tell me, yeah? Anything.”

“Okay,” you whispered, already feeling a bit better with him here.

You did not know for how long you stood there, but when the water shut off and Boba helped you in the tub you sighed in content. The water was just the perfect temperature and you sunk in with closed eyes, the only thing guiding you being Boba’s hands.

“I will get us some food, okay?” he asked quietly, sitting at the edge of the tub and holding your hand. You had never felt this cared for. “I will get us the same order as the last time, does that sound good?”

You nodded with a smile. He stood up but you held onto his hand, only letting go when the distance became too much. Stars, you were really fucked out good, weren’t you?

With your eyes closed in relaxation, you could only hear his low chuckle as he got ready to leave. The door to the room closed not long after. You soaked in the tub for what felt like an eternity. The water was warm and you were positively surprised by the scent of the motel shampoo. It certainly was not as bad as you thought it would be.

Slowly you felt yourself coming back to reality, feeling more energized and more awake and aware of your surroundings. Boba had not come back yet so when the water got a little too cold for your liking, you decided to get out anyway.

You got dressed in your nightgown you had taken with you – thankful that Boba had left it for you on the counter in a moment of foresight –, hurrying barefoot over the carpet into the bed.

Just as you turned on the TV, the lock of the door turned and a whistling Boba came in, arms laden full of brown paper bags.

“You got more than last time,” you stated, frowning as you saw him put down a second paper bag on the small TV desk.

“Well, I won’t be able to buy you breakfast tomorrow, now will I?” he replied, “Thought I could take care of that now and then you don’t have to worry about it tomorrow.”

“Oh really?” you asked, sitting up on your knees, not minding when the blanket fell down, so you could at least make an attempt to peer into the bag.

Boba chuckled, indulging you by handing you the mysterious food bag and immediately you took a peek. There, neatly arranged, was a croissant, a chocolate muffin and what looked like a little breakfast sandwich.

“I’d keep the sandwich in the fridge,” Boba commented from the other side of the room, already taking out the familiar smelling food containers. He did not seem to know how your heart swelled in your chest at the sweet gesture.

You knew he had wanted to be here for breakfast – he had literally told you so on the phone – but when it was clear that Saturday would remain your meeting day of choice, you thought he had just shrugged it off. Maybe it had just been a flirtatious remark?

But the fact that he had gone out of his way to somehow show you he had been serious about what he had said made butterflies appear in your stomach.

“It’s very sweet,” you murmured, looking at the way the muscles in his back moves as he fished for the plastic utensils, “You didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted to,” he replied easily, still smiling when he turned around and carried the food with him, “Now let me slip under that blanket, princess, what will we watch?”

You giggled, watching this giant man carefully position himself on the bed, before stretching out his arm, offering you the food to eat and his chest to rest against once again.

“I could get used to this,” you murmured, taking a bite of the pita.

“Me too, princess,” he rumbled, “Me too.”

[let-me-luve-you]

Oscars Over Birthdays

Tom x Sister

Summary: The day Tom gets fantastic news is the same day your family forgot about your birthday.

Warnings: forgotten birthday, angst, slight cussing, rude family, fluff ending

MASTERLIST

You woke up and smiled as you smelled Sam cooking your favorite breakfast meal, cinnamon waffles. Tom introduced you to them on your grub tour in New York City. Weirdly enough, only the two of you liked them. The rest of the family didn’t. You quickly got dressed and had to stop yourself from running downstairs. You walked into the kitchen with a smile on your face seeing all four brothers and your parents there.

“What do we have here? Is that cinnamon waffles I smell?” You asked, faking confusion as why your favorite breakfast was being made.

“We have some celebrating to do Y/N.” Dom said, smiling at you.

“Tom has been nominated for an Oscar.” Nikki said. You looked at Tom shocked.

“Oh my gosh T!” You said running over to him to give him a hug. “That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks Y/N/N.” He smiled at you.

You walked over to the counter and made you a plate. Sam smiled at you as you grabbed a couple of extra waffles. “Eat up Y/N. I’m making a big dinner tonight. Everyone is coming.”

“Really?” You said trying to hide the smile of maybe your family was going to surprise you with a small party.

“Yup. Haz, Tuwaine, and the rest of the gang will be here.” Harry said.

“Cool.” You said trying not to sound hurt. You sat through breakfast and everyone just talked about Tom’s nomination and the rest of the nominations. You were quieter than normal, but your family didn’t notice.

You got a text around lunchtime from your best friend Ryann. It was always tradition to go out and eat on each other’s birthdays. No matter what your schedules were.

“Hey Y/N.” She said as you sat across from her at your favorite Italian restaurant. “How’s your birthday so far? What did your parents get you? What did your brothers get you?”

You sighed, “it’s been alright. I haven’t gotten anything. They haven’t even acknowledged my birthday yet. I thought maybe they would surprise me with dinner tonight when they mentioned Sam cooking, but they are doing it for Tom.”

“I saw that online this morning. I’m happy for him, but that’s no reason to forget your birthday.” Ryann said. You sighed once again and nodded in agreement. “Well you know what, forget it. I’ll give you the best birthday ever just with my presence.”

“My day is already better.” You said with a laugh, but you actually meant it. Throughout lunch, you and Ryann joked around and talked. You hadn't seen her in over a week due to her work schedule working against yours. It was nice to catch up in person.

“Here. I know you told me not to buy you anything, but I couldn’t help myself. Now after you telling me about your morning, I’m glad I did.” She said handing you a gift bag with Happy Birthday on it. You gave her a glare but she could see happiness in your eyes.

You took out the tissue paper and pulled out a basket with a bunch of small gifts in it. You saw a bath bomb with some bath salts, all of your favorite snacks, the new Ryan Reynolds movie, and an envelope. You gently set the basket onto the table and pulled out the card. You felt the thickness of it and glanced up at your friend. Ryann just smirked at you as you opened the card and saw a bunch of gift cards to your favorite restaurants, your favorite cafe, and your favorite shops.

“You didn’t?” You asked, shocked seeing the multiple different gift cards.

“Oh but I did because you deserve it.” She said smiling brightly at you.

“I don’t deserve you.” You said as you started to tear up. “This is too much.”

“No it’s not. Plus it makes up for that trip to LA you bought me.” Ryann said matter of factly.

“I invited you to Tom’s premiere. It only made sense to pay for it.”

“Yeah, but then you continued to buy everything. Even bought my dress for the premiere.” She said with a raised eyebrow.

You sighed before setting the card down and getting up to hug her. “Thank you Ry. You’ve made this birthday one of the best.”

She looked at you sadly, “I’m here to always make your days better.” You grabbed your gift and moved to exit the restaurant. Ryann followed. “Will you let me know how it goes with your family?”

“Yeah. Hopefully they’ve remembered by now.” You said sadly. “You’re welcome to come over for dinner tonight. Tom won’t be mad at you crashing his celebration dinner.”

“I’m meeting with Jake tonight or I would.” She said. When she looked up at you she added, “but I can reschedule. He’ll understand.”

“No, don't do that. You two are so close to making it official, I don’t want to get in the way of that.”

“You would never get in the way. Jake likes you and he knows how much you mean to me.” Ryann said as you stopped at your car.

“Please don’t cancel on him.” You begged. “Just call me when you get home so I can hear all about it.”

“I will.” Ryann gave you one last hug before she walked to her car. You got into yours and drove to your house. When you walked in, you could hear a movie playing and the light sound of your family talking. You walked upstairs to your room to set your gift down. When you walked back downstairs, you decided to join Sam in the kitchen.

“Hey Sammy.” You said as you sat at the counter.

“Hey Y/N/N. Where have you been?” He asked. He kept his head down as he chopped the vegetables.

“Ryann took me to lunch.” You said.

“Fun. Hopefully you didn’t feel up too much? I’m cooking a big feast.” He said jokingly.

“I’ll always have room for your cooking. What are you making for dessert?” You asked, hoping maybe it would be your favorite pie or red velvet cupcakes.

“Crepe bar.” He said lifting his knife to point towards the table in the corner where the fillings already set. You stared at it for a moment so you could hide the disappointment from Sam.

“Yum. I love your crepes.” You turned and smiled at Sam. He smiled back. “What movie are they watching in there?”

“I think they’re watching that new KJ Apa movie. What is it?”

“Songbird?” You asked.

“Yeah that’s it’s. Have you seen it yet?” He asked.

“No but I’ve been wanting to. I’m not going to walk in there to start it in the middle. I’m going to go take a nap.” You said standing up. “Come get me when dinner is ready.”

“Okay, I will.” He said, turning towards the stove. You walked upstairs and went into your room. You felt tears building in your eyes but you refused to cry on your birthday. After shutting your door, you threw yourself onto your bed and pulled out your phone. You don’t get on social media much, but figured it was time just to do a quick check on all of it. You got on Twitter first and saw that Tom was trending. You clicked on it to see what everyone was saying.

Tom being nominated for an Oscar is what he deserves.

We stan an Oscar nominated king

You kept scrolling through the fans congratulating Tom when you saw one that caught your eye.

Tom being nominated for an Oscar on his sister’s (who’s his best friend) birthday is what I live for. Congrats Tom and happy birthday Y/N. You didn’t want to post until later tonight so you wouldn’t get bombarded with tweets, so you saved the tweet to thank the fan later. You then decided to search your name. You knew looking yourself up brought nothing but pain, but you wanted to see what people were saying. Seeing if anyone else wished you a happy birthday. What you didn’t expect was everyone hating on you for being the only family member that hadn’t posted about Tom’s nomination.

You knew it shouldn’t bother you because you had told Tom personally, but it hurt that these fans were saying such horrible things because you didn’t post on social media. You saw some try to defend you, but then you saw a fan had taken a picture of you and Ryann at lunch.

Y/N can’t congratulate Tom for his Oscar nomination but she can go out to lunch with a friend. What a bitch.

You immediately closed the app and took a deep breath. You’re not a bitch. You were spending your birthday with your best friend. There’s nothing wrong with that, you thought to yourself. You decide to delete the social media apps off your phone so you didn’t risk getting back on them today. You set your phone down and stared at the ceiling. Insecure thoughts flooding your mind.

You didn’t remember falling asleep but when you woke up you saw Tom smiling down at you. “It’s about time you woke up. I’ve been trying to wake you for five minutes.” He laughed.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize I fell asleep.” You whispered. Tom leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Come on. Everyone is here and dinner is ready.” Tom said, pulling you up from the bed. “After dinner, we are getting a fire started in the backyard.” You smiled at him and followed him to the dining room.

You sat down and noticed all of your family sitting there with Tuwaine and Harrison sitting there as well. You could tell they were all waiting on you.

“Good nap Y/N?” Harry said laughing.

“Shut up.” You whispered as you stared at him.

“This dinner is for Tom.” Dom said, raising his glass to cheers Tom. “He worked his butt off to get to this point and it’s only the beginning. Cheers.”

“Cheers!” Everyone said as they held up their drinks. You turned and smiled at Tom.

“I know I said it earlier, but I’m extremely proud of you. I'm glad I have you as my role model. Love you.” You whispered and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you Y/N/N.” He said smiling at you. “I love you too.”

Dinner went by quickly with everyone talking and laughing. You couldn’t remember the last time you had all sat down and ate dinner like this. Now you all sat outside around the fire pit. You sat next to Tom and shared a blanket with him. You just sat back and watched everyone interact. You get lost in your thoughts wondering how your family could forget your birthday. After an hour of sitting there, you decided you would go to bed. Even though it was still early, you just wanted to be alone.

“It’s been fun you guys, but I’m off to bed.” You said.

“Are you sick? You’ve been sleeping a lot today.” Nikki said, full of worry.

“No, I'm not sick. Just didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.” You lied. “Thanks for dinner Sam. And congrats again Tom. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” You heard everyone say. You walked up stairs and switched into pajamas. You were too mentally exhausted to shower. You figured you could just do it in the morning. Once your head hit your pillow, you were out.

Outside everyone kept talking. Harry was explaining something that he learned on set. Tom had heard the story a thousand times already so he pulled his phone out and got on Instagram for the first time today. He was scrolling through his timeline to see what his friends were doing when he came across a post Ryann had posted. He saw his sister smiling at the camera as she sat at a restaurant with a piece of cake in front of her with a sparkler candle on top. He looked at it confused and decided to slide through the multiple pictures. He saw one picture of her with a basket of goodies in front of her as she read a card. He scrolled down enough to see the caption.

A happiest 23rd birthday to my best friend and soulmate. I’m so lucky I got to spend time with you on your birthday. I love you and hope you have an amazing day.

Tom gulped as he stared at the phone with wide eyes. Paddy noticed his older brothers change in demeanor.

“What is it Tom?” Paddy asked concern. Tom looked up to him with pain lacing his eyes.

“Your nudes get leaked or something?” Harry joked. Nikki slapped him in the back of the head.

“It’s Y/N birthday.” Tom said. Everyone went silent. “We forgot her fucking birthday.” Tom stood up and paced. He was mad at himself for letting himself forget his best friend’s birthday. You and Tom had always been so close that everyone thought you were twins. You were only a year apart. It made sense that people would suggest that. Some even said they didn’t think Sam and Harry were the twins in the family.

“That’s why she’s been quiet today. We’re so horrible. I can’t believe I forgot my daughter’s birthday.” Nikki whispered more to herself but everyone heard. Tom looked at his parents and siblings before walking towards the house. He quickly walked in and ran to your room. He hoped you weren’t asleep yet. When he knocked on the door and didn’t get an answer, he decided to walk in. Your face was lit up from the lamp on your bedside table. What hurt Tom even more was he could see the tears that stained your face.

“Y/N?” He asked quietly. Thinking maybe you weren’t asleep. When he got no response and didn’t even see you flinch, he knew you were out for the night. He grabbed your extra pillow and blanket and sat next to your bed.

The next morning you woke up. Your eyes feel like sandpaper from crying. You didn’t even remember crying, but with the emotions from the day before it made sense you would. You gently sat up and jumped when you saw a figure lying on the floor. You leaned over to see Tom asleep.

“Tom?” You asked. He didn’t move. You got up and sat next to him. “Tom?” You asked again as you shook him. Tom slowly opened his eyes and looked around confused before looking at you. “Why are you sleeping on my floor?”

“I came in here shortly after you left so I could say how sorry I am for not remembering your birthday.”

You sighed. “It’s okay Tom. You got amazing news yester-“

Tom interrupted you, “it’s not okay. I don’t care if I was elected queen of England, no news is big enough to forget your birthday.”

“Queen of England?” You asked with raised eyebrows and a smirk.

“I think I would be an amazing queen.” He said with a small laugh. “Seriously though, I feel horrible.” Tom pulled you to him. You nestled your head into the crook of his neck. “I’m going to spend the day making it up to you. I promise. So get dressed. We’re starting with breakfast.”

You nodded and pulled away trying to hide the smile on your face. After getting dressed you walked downstairs and heard your family talking in the living room. When you walked in your whole family looked at you.

“Happy birthday Y/N!” They all yelled. Nikki ran over to you and crushed you in a hug. “I’m so sorry baby. We’re going to celebrate you tonight.”

“Yeah! I’ll cook all of your favorites.” Sam said.

“Don’t do that. You cooked all day yesterday.” Sam went to protest, “how about just make some red velvet cupcakes and we’ll call it good. We can order a pizza and have a nice family movie night.”

“Deal.” Sam said. After all members of your family apologized, you turned to Tom.

“Are you ready? I’m hungry.” You said with a pout.

“Then let’s go. Anyone want to join us for breakfast? We are also going to get lunch as well.”

“We will join you for lunch. Enjoy the morning together.” Dom said. Tom smiled at him before he turned to you and held his arm out for you to grab so he could lead you to the car.

“I’m going to treat you like the queen you are today. So if you want to do anything specific, just tell me.” Tom said as he got into the car with you.

“Just spending time with you and everyone else is enough. Thank you for making up for yesterday. I appreciate it.”

“I’ll go all out next year to fully make up for it.” He said.

“As long as there’s a bounce castle.” You joked with a laugh but Tom knew you weren’t joking.