#dine and dash collab

[sailoryooons]

Knocked | ksj | (m)

☾ Pairing: Streamer!Seokjin x f. reader

☾ Summary: Living with people is difficult, but all things considered, your new roommate isn’t terrible. He cooks, he cleans, and if you had to be honest - incredibly attractive. But his habit of streaming until the early hours of the morning while yelling and making other questionable noises has pushed you to the limit. You’ve finally decided to risk your sanity and put it all on the line with a reckless bet in hopes of getting some peace and quiet at night.

☾ Word Count: 10,673

☾ Genre: Roommates to lovers, smut, humor

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings: Cheesy humor, Jin is an annoying gamer, a lot of game talk, stupid bets, explicit language, references to an ungendered ex partner, a very cheesy plot i like cheese, jin crossing a boundary but he apologizes okay!!! sexually explicit content including oral (m. receiving) vaginal fingering, nipple play, a lot of body fluids like a loooot of spit and drool, protected vaginal sex, fast sex because they’re both overwhelmed and honestly this is vanilla but they are CUTE!!!!

☾ Published: January 19, 2023

☾ A/N: SHE IS HERE AND SHE ISN’T BEAUTIFUL OR EDITED BUT SHE IS FINISHED AND CHEESY AND THIS JIN IS REALLY CUTE OKAY. My inner gamer went fucking nuts in this I am so sorry I really like playing Apex Legends and I got too deep into the game lore so hopefully people can appreciate that. These two were just thirsty for each other and both busted nuts quickly okay it has happened to me jgdhgijhd thats tmi okay HAPPY READING.

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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A crash and a yell startle you in the kitchen, the spatula in your hand clattering into the egg pan as Seokjin lets out an unintelligible string of cursing and yelling. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you try and center yourself in patience. It’s not uncommon in your apartment for two to hear him suddenly break out into yelling, and it surely won’t be the last. 

Kim Seokjin isn’t the worst roommate. Not by a longshot, when you consider the horror stories you’ve read in Reddit threads and seen on TikTok. He’s clean, he has an aesthetic eye for decoration, he’s an amazing cook, he pays his portion of bills on time, and he doesn’t steal food. Nor does he hog any of the common spaces in the house.

The negative? Seokjin is constantly gaming, which wouldn’t be a bad thing if he gamed quietly. Namjoon hadn’t warned you that Seokjin was a large-scale streamer before you moved in, focused on first-person shooter content and paid tournaments. 

It had taken about three hours into moving in when he screamed for you to realize that there was no fixing that bit. 

Meal finished and plated, you move to the dining room, sitting cross-legged in the chair and turning on the TV louder than necessary to tune out Seokjin’s hollering. You’ve come up with plenty of ways to tune him out, and listening to everything else on extreme volume is the easiest. 

Your neighbors must hate you. 

Halfway through your meal and eyes glued to RuPaul’s Drag Race, Seokjin comes trailing out of his room, drawing your attention. It isn’t a hard thing to do. For a grown man who is chronically wired to his PC, he is beautiful. The kind of beauty that is used in dramas and romantic comedies kind of beautiful. 

Dark, soft hair that is usually left shaggy and air-dried from the shower but you know looks dashing styled back for parties, equally dark eyes that shimmer with delight when he tells a horrible joke that he thinks is particularly amusing, full lips that would earn the envy of Aphrodite herself - Seokjin is painfully, artfully perfect. 

Except for the constant gaming. 

“Wow, didn’t offer to make me breakfast?” he asks. It’s more of a jest than anything, popping the fridge open in search of a caffeinated beverage. “How little do I mean to you?” 

“Check the microwave, nerd.” 

He looks surprised, meandering to the appliance in question and opening the door to see a plate of breakfast for dinner inside. “Wow,” he sighs dreamily. “You really are my favorite roommate.”

“I’m your only roommate.”

“Well, you’re better than Namjoon.”

“Mmm. That isn’t a hard feat, I don’t chronically break pieces of furniture.”

Humming his agreement, Seokjin shoves eggs into his mouth, munching happily. “When are you going to finally play some games with me, huh?” 

“Mmmm never.”

“You think I don’t know you have a little setup in there?”

“I like Animal Crossing. You like Apex.”

“Come on, I can teach you Apex.”

It’s a conversation you’ve had a million times. Gaming is the single thing that the two of you have in common. When you first discovered that Seokjin worked in the digital sphere and was a content creator for popular games online, you were a bit worried. It wouldn’t have been the first time you had been fetishized for so much as liking a game. 

Thankfully, Seokjin was alright. He didn’t make it weird, and after a casual comparison of the things you liked to play, he decided that the interests weren’t common enough to be a huge pain in the ass about it. 

He did really want to play at least once, with you though.

“I know how to play Apex,” you mumble, eyes flickering back to the TV. Your last situationship revolved around playing the stupid first-person shooter together. “I don’t like it.”

As in, you were absolutely never playing that game again after being worn out from it and having it associated with someone who kind of sucked anyway. 

“How can you not like Apex?” Seokjin mutters, more to himself than anything else.

Thankfully he drops the subject, distracted by your show. He shuffles to the couch, where you join him eventually, both of you tucked into the cushions as you watch the show. For the most part, Seokjin is quiet, only peppering you with questions during the commercial breaks. You’re happy to answer. 

It’s comfortable, your little life with him. You’ve almost lived together for a year, and despite the annoying gaming thing and his habitual bad jokes, you like living with Seokjin. You like having him as a friend, even. 

Things are good.

-

Things are not good. You clench your jaw as you re-read the email, feeling the tension creep into your shoulders. You can already feel the headache that has not yet happened but is predestined. 

If people would just read their emails before sending a snarky request with your boss CC’d- 

Mark: Come by my office, please. 

Sighing, you push out from the desk and head toward your boss's office. Your stomach flips uneasily, unsettled as you walked by the windowed offices of the executive staff. It isn’t that you’re afraid of your boss, but you certainly have been having a bad enough day without having to explain that if Alicia in accounting had just read your email she wouldn’t be confused.

At the appointed office, you tap lightly on the door frame. “Hi, still a good time?”

It’s obviously a good time, but for some reason, you feel the need to break the tension by clarifying. Your boss is a wide-set man who ushers you in with a wave. “Catch the door for me, please.”

The door shuts with a click and it feels like impending doom. 

Sitting quickly in a chair, you wait with a racing heartbeat as Mark finishes writing an email. The silence is awkward so you distract yourself by looking at the pictures of him and his family on his shelves as if you haven’t seen them a dozen times, and looking at his nameplate and literally any other object in his office to keep from feeling uncomfortable. 

The horrible 70s rock that plays softly in the background only makes it worse. 

With a final click on his mouse, he turns to you and says, “Sorry about that, trying to get through all these damn sales contracts.”

“Sounds exhausting.” You have no idea if it is - sales isn’t your area of expertise. “I know they’ve been busy.”

“Tons of new clients, which is always great but the paperwork is a killer.” 

“Makes sense.” 

“What is Alice in accounts losing her mind about? I saw that you’re missing invoices for radio stations and it’s way past the cycle?” 

“As explained in my email to Alice, the station in question filed for bankruptcy and has a halt on all their funds. This was something I communicated two months ago with accounting and legal. I believe you may have been on it as well, though perhaps I left you off.” You didn’t leave him off. You don’t leave him off any emails. “Those invoices are all going to be a mess until that’s sorted.”

“Look,” he sighs. “We all have a shit ton going on right now. One email letting us know that payment would be an issue isn’t going to cut it. You can’t assume that we see the emails. Was it flagged as high-importance?”

“Yes.”

And I mentioned it in three meetings and a sticky note, you think. 

“See, it’s just not foolproof. It’s your job to overcommunicate these things. You can't rely on accounting or me to remember these things for you.”

You give him one slow blink. Then another. 

“Understood,” you answer, throat tightening. “I will make sure to overcommunicate from now on, I apologize for the confusion.” 

“Thanks,” he says, a dismissal. “Door closed on the way out, I have a stupid call to jump on.” 

Door closed behind you, you wonder how anyone gets anything fucking done around this place. Because of course doing all of the things logical and reasonable to communicate a change in accounting isn’t reasonable. Going above and beyond and being responsible for other people not reading their email is now your job to compensate for. 

Steam blowing from your ears, you march back toward your desk in a blind rage, fists open and closing. You don’t see it coming when Yoongi smacks into you, eyes glued to his phone and fresh iced-americano now coloring your blue shirt a nice shade of mud. 

“Holy fuck I am so sorry,” Yoongi swears. “Shit - fuck - sorry.” 

Cold leeches through you like a knife. You rush to the bathroom, Yoongi’s cursing and apologies drifting behind you. The press of paper towels lifts a little of the yellow from your shirt, but it doesn’t fix the sticky-cold cling of fabric to your chest and the unmistakable stain down the front of your outfit. 

“Fucking perfect.”

-

Blessedly Seokjin isn’t home when you arrive stained in dry coffee, smelling like Starbucks, and sagging with a delightful mix of rage, wrath, and irritation. Like an angry little storm cloud, you move around the apartment, snapping cabinets closed extra hard and yanking your blouse off with a little more violence than usual. 

A hot shower makes most of the tension bleed away, but not all of it vanishes. Wrapped in a towel and turned into a prune, you reach for the clothes on the counter and realized in your haste to peel yourself out of Yoongi’s coffee, you didn’t bring any with you. 

It doesn’t matter anyway. Seokjin isn’t home, so you yank the door open and march toward your room, running smack into your second person of the day with a startled yelp and thankfully, a very tight grip on your towel. 

“Why are you all wet?” Seokjin shrieks, wiping his shirt as though he could get rid of the you-shaped wet stain. “And naked!”

“I’m in a towel! Why are you here?”

“I live here!”

“I meant right now! You weren’t home!”

“Well, I do come home, usually! And I yelled I was home when I got here so you would hear me!”

“Well, I was in the shower!”

“Obviously!” 

For a moment, the two of you stand there. You’re dripping a puddle onto the tile and the cold air has goosebumps breaking out all over your body. You shiver as Seokjin’s eyes flicker down for a split second before he’s looking at the ceiling and gesturing. “Well - go find clothes!”

“I will! Jeez!” 

You storm into your room, slamming the door and pressing your back against it. Your towel is gripped tight in your fist, heart hammering. You’re both adults and while being in a towel in front of Seokjin isn’t embarrassing or scandalous, it was unexpected and new. 

As you get dressed quickly, you can’t help but think of the way his cheeks tinged pink and the nervous way he shifted. It was… cute. 

With clothes on, Seokjin seems a lot less nervous around you. He’s still a little stiff, you notice. You bump into him as the two of you navigate the kitchen together and he ducks his head, the tops of his ears red. You file the information away for another time, feeling your cheeks warm when you go to reach for a pair of tongs but he already has them held out to you. 

It isn’t uncommon behavior. He’s known you long enough to know your habits around the kitchen, and you’ve cooked enough meals together to recognize the patterns in which the two of you move around the kitchen. 

Music plays in the background, Seokjin humming along. Occasionally, he sings the words, voice low and soft over the notes.

“You have a nice voice,” you note as you flip the oven off. He’s always had a nice voice, but you’ve never said anything before. He raises his brows as you grab oven mitts. “You do,” you insist with a grin. “I promise I’m not lying.”

“A great voice to go with a great face right?”

“Ew, here we go.”

He moves out of your way as you open the oven, leaning on the counter and crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Maybe I should sing on stream. Do you think they would like that? People already think I’m the most handsome streamer.”

“Sure, maybe do some sort of caroling or something for the holidays.”

He pauses. “That’s actually not a terrible idea. What if I just called my friends who were streaming on Discord and started caroling to them? I could make it a charity thing and select streams based on donations.”

Placing the hot pan on the top of the stove, you glance at him sidelong. “Do you do charity streams a lot?”

“All the time. Most of the long streams I do are for charities.” 

“So it’s not all just… earning cash?”

“No, I get plenty of that.”

“So why do you need a roommate?” 

Seokjin leans over you, to pluck a fry off of the pan. He doesn’t move away immediately, eyes dropping down to yours as he sticks the french fry in his mouth. The warmth of his chest radiates through your shoulder where you touch and suddenly, you feel a buzz at his nearness.

It’s impossible not to drop your eyes down to his mouth as he chews. For a moment, you’re dazed by his pillow lips - they really are a marvel to look at. Then he’s smirking and murmuring, “For the cooking. Did you get these out of a frozen bag? Ugh.”

Spell broken you swat at him and he laughs, leaning away again. “I don’t like to be alone,” Seokjin admits. “Having a roommate is nice. Granted, I was supposed to be living with Namjoon until he and Jungkook decided to be in love and all that. Now I have you filling out the rest of his lease.”

“So you can afford to live alone in this city and don’t?”

“Hey, I also save a ton of money. I will want to buy a house one day. Consider yourself as a part of my savings tactic.” 

“Uh-huh.” 

Rooming with Seokjin had been of convenience. Finding affordable living in the city was nearly impossible - especially on your salary - and when Namjoon had announced after only two months of living with Seokjin that he and his boyfriend were getting their own place, it had timed up perfectly. You had been vaguely familiar with Seokjin at the time, and you desperately needed cheaper rent.

You’d never really asked why Seokjin had a roommate at all. He had a work-from-home job at a software company doing something that went far beyond your understanding, and he made a ton from streaming. 

Seokjin plops down on the couch instead of the dining room table, a plate full of chicken nuggets and fries balanced on his knee as he pats the seat next to him without looking. You definitely went the easy route for dinner after your terrible day, and Seokjin seems to pick up on the fact that tonight is an eat-from-the-comfort-of-the-couch kind of vibe. 

“Ugh,” Seokjin sighs as he watches Shangela get eliminated from the top four on All-Stars 3. “That is heartbreaking. She worked really hard.”

Seokjin has never really voiced being a fan of the show, but you have a sneaking suspicion he watches it because you are, and it’s something to bond over. Maybe you should play a round of Apex with him.

Instead, you say, “Yeah, she deserved it.” You pause. “Thanks for watching with me, tonight. I had a rough day.” 

“Hmm. I can tell.” He leans and squeezes your bicep absently. “I’m here for ya.”

Though you say nothing, your insides do a little bit of a flip.

-

Glancing at the clock on the stove, you frown. Pausing your show, you pull up your phone, paging over to Twitch to pull up Seokjin’s stream. He’s been doing one of those stream-a-thon things again, and you haven’t seen him come out to eat since the morning. It’s well into the evening now. 

Seokjin’s stream pulls up and you see him in the corner of his screen, the familiar lighting in his room glowing in the background. His room is surreptitiously clean, free of any garbage and clutter. His bed is always made any time you see it, and the beautiful tiles of pulsing lights above it make a nice ambiance for his stream. 

Currently, he is focused, leaning a little too far toward his screen as he talks to his teammates. Taehyung and Jungkook, by the sound of it. There’s no evidence suggesting he has left his room today, which urges you to get up and head to the kitchen, closing out the stream.

In silence, you put together a small meal. A wrap, a small back of chips, and some damn water will do him some good. Pulling up his stream again, you wait until his match finishes and he’s leaning back, talking to chat. 

A little nervous, you walk with food in hand to his bedroom door where you can hear his soft voice. You knock lightly and he calls you in. Carefully, you stick your head in and see him turn. You’re out of shot from his stream, but he’s confused nonetheless. You never interrupt. 

Sliding the plate into view, Seokjin’s face lights up. He rolls away from the computer and comes over, his headset on his head still as he gushes, “Holy fuck thank you. You are literally the best. A goddess. A queen. Royalty. Angel among humans. I’m starving.”

“Yeah, it’s like seven at night idiot.” 

“Yeah, whatever. Thank you.” He bites into the wrap eagerly, taking a few minutes to chew and swallow. He pauses and glances you up and down before smiling. “Really, thank you. That was incredibly thoughtful of you.”

“Uh-huh.” You glance at his screen. “Have a good rest of your stream.”

-

Jin: Left lunch for you in the fridge. I made extra this morning. 

You look at the text and furrow your brow, toothbrush still popped into the side of your cheek. You continue absently scrubbing as you walk to the fridge and pull it open. Sure enough, there’s a glass dish with a sticky note on it and a smiley face. 

Plucking the note off the top, you read it. Thanks for taking care of me. Now I’ll take care of you. 

With a smile bright enough to light up the entire city, you go about getting dressed for work.

-

The smile doesn’t last long. Work drags on unsteady, tired feet, and once again, you are stuck in a slew of responsibilities that shouldn’t be yours, reading emails that are reiterating things already discussed, and joining meetings that should be emailed. 

By the time lunch comes and goes, you realize that you haven’t yet eaten. Tucked in the small cubicle, you nibble on Seokjin’s homemade meal, eyes glued to the neverending scroll of budget tracking and invoices. 

A raging headache lurks behind your eyes and though your lunch is superb - as it often is with Seokjin’s cooking - you can’t help but feel your frustration mount by the time your next meeting rolls around. 

Meeting after meeting interrupts your afternoon, and when you finish your last one long past the time to go home, your nerves are fried and a high-strung feeling follows you all the way to your car as you scroll through all of the emails you have yet to get to.

Because of all the fucking meetings. 

The trip home is silent. Your fingers ache with the grip on the steering wheel of your car and when you park in the lot of the apartment complex, you sit there for a moment, car off, world muted by the car doors. 

Head pressed against the steering wheel, you take a few steady breaths. It feels like you might cry, which isn’t typical after a work day. But you’re frustrated and tired, and that goddamn headache is still looming in the back of your eye sockets. 

Upstairs and in your apartment, you breeze past Seokjin who is in the kitchen. You mumble something about a migraine and he barely gets a moment to say anything before you’re in your room, door pressed shut. You lay in your bed without even taking your work close off, wrapping yourself in your blanket and closing your eyes. 

The next thing you know, there’s something warm pressed against your brow. You frown and groan, rolling over and feeling several joints in your body pop. Your eyes flutter open and you see Seokjin leaning over you, making you flinch slightly. 

“Sorry,” he laughs. “But it’s really late and you should eat. I know you have a headache so I brought you meds and a cold towel. And ramen. I make the best ramen.”

“Jungkook makes the best ramen,” you correct, sighing and leaning up a little. Your movements are stiff, tangled in a blazer and dress pants. “Ugh, I slept like this?”

“Jungkook does not make the best ramen. I will take that away.”

“Fine, fine.” You take the medicine from the nightstand and chase it with the water glass offered. “Thanks.” You look at all the things he brought you and your insides begin to melt. He lingers near the doorway, eyes soft, expression warm. “Thank you for thinking of me. I… wow.” 

He shrugs, suddenly shy. “No big deal. Now eat the best ramen in the world or I’m going to have a fit.” 

With that, Seokjin leaves you to eat your ramen in peace. The first taste is amazing, already warming you up. You realized you’re ravenous, pulling noodles into your mouth hungrily. Absently, you think that it is the best fucking ramen in the world.

-

“What’s with you?” Seokjin asks as you drag your feet slowly in the grocery store. Rarely do you shop together, but today is an exception. “You look like a zombie.”

You nearly shoot daggers at him. “I lost my headphones,” you snap. “Which means I have to hear your gaming all night.”

“Oh come on, I’m not that loud.”

“Watch one of your streams back, I’m sure you’ll disagree.”

He sighs, turning the cart as you walk down the spice aisle. “Sorry, I’m preparing for this huge Apex tournament. Jungkook and I have been practicing duos a lot and it’s been a bit frustrating. Everyone has fucking aim assist these days, I swear that console players are doing to ruin-”

“Jin.” He pauses his rant. “I’m just asking you to keep it down a little. I no longer have the means to ignore you… moaning weirdly during a game.”

“What?”

“You haven’t noticed? You kind of moan and yell. It’s… ask your stream about it.”

He stops walking, staring at you as you walk ahead. “I don’t do that.” You snicker and he makes a frustrated noise. “I don’t!”

Five minutes pass with Seokjin sulking about your comment. It’s when you’re in the milk aisle that he says, “So you’ve just been imagining me moaning on the other side of the wall, huh?”

“W-what?” 

“Admit it. You’ve been thinking about me moooaaaning you’re having dirty thooooughts.” He sing-songs this to you, poking at your sides as you open the fridge to get milk.

“I am not.”

“It’s totally cool. I get it, handsome bachelor right on the other side of the wall, you’re bound to get curious and - oof.” 

“Put this in the cart,” you deadpan, having hit him in the stomach with the gallon of milk. He takes it from you and obliges, though there is a shit-eating grin on his face. 

Seokjin isn’t right, but he isn’t explicitly wrong. When you first moved in, you had been shy and wondered about the attractive boy who lived just on the other side of the wall. Once you had fallen into familiarity, though, there had not been anything there.

Except recently. 

The last few weeks have felt like the two of you have reached a new level of shared living space. You had done things together before, but now you find yourself making all your meals with Seokjin, bringing him snacks during stream, waking up to him making you breakfast or having prepared you lunch. 

And now you’re doing groceries together, which was something uncommon enough to make you wonder.

You think back to the gentle way he made you dinner and brought you medicine when you had a headache, the way that your insides had turned cotton candy at the action and house these days, your eyes lingered on him just a little bit more. 

But no. Seokjin was your roommate, and you learned in your last situationship that you don’t shit where you eat. Which is why you moved out of the old apartment and in with Seokjin in the first place. 

The rest of your shopping experience goes with mild teasing. You’re still a little bit on edge, but not enough to be truly mad, especially when he offers to cook dinner. 

Once again, you find yourself nestled on the couch watching TV before he finally relents and announces he’s going to practice duos with Jungkook. He assures you that he’ll keep it down this time - he isn’t streaming, so you sure hope so - and vanishes for the rest of the evening. 

When you get ready for bed, it is mostly silent on his of the wall. No yelling, but you can hear the soft lull of his voice. Oddly enough, it’s soothing, and you end up falling asleep with the barest sound of his hum through the walls. 

-

Most nights, you can sleep through Seokjin’s yelling at the sudden sound of his knee hitting his gaming desk as he jumps up, a string of expletives laced with other unintelligible expressions of shock, horror, and frustration. Most nights, you can tuck your headphones in, and blissfully fall asleep to the sound of rain, hearing his insanity only once in a while.

Except now you’ve lost your headphones, you don’t have enough money to splurge on a new pair, and Seokjin has been practicing for a tournament for some extremely long stream he has coming up. 

So now, you go nights without sleep. Nights where you drift off to dreamland after a long shift at the bar or studying for your dissertation. Nights like this, where you teeter on the edge between awake and asleep, and you’re startled straight out of your bed from a shout. 

Heart pounding, you grip the edge of your bed, trying to get your bearings as Seokjin’s shouting echoes through the shared wall. You feel sick with the sudden rush of adrenaline and fear, closing your eyes for a moment as the room spins.

Gritting your teeth and ripping your blankets from you, you march to his room, stumbling as you try to get your bearings from waking up so suddenly. Your stomach does a nasty flip, churning at the unplanned activity as you pound your fist on his door.

“Open up, motherfucker!” You screech, hand slamming on the door without pause. “I swear, Seokjin, sometimes I just want to-“ 

The door rips open and you nearly knock him right in his chest. His very bare, very broad chest, lit up by the purple RBG lights on his headphones and strip lighting around his room to improve the ambiance of his setup. 

“Holy shit, woman! What?” 

You blink, momentarily dazed at what you came here for, distracted entirely by the firm curves of his pectorals, skin smooth and gold. Was Seokjin always this in shape or is it a figment spurred by the rush of adrenaline? 

Finding your words is hard, your brain is scrambled and near ready to make dial-up noises at the site of your roommate’s bare skin. “We just talked about this,” you manage to spit out. “And you’re literally going to start screaming the same fucking day we talk about keeping it down?”

“I mean I’m sorry but damn. You don’t have to break the door down.”

“Then stop screaming!”

“You’re the one screaming!”

“Because I’m trying to fucking sleep! I have dealt with you yelling, cheering, slamming the desk and hollering and doing your little moan-scream for almost a year without saying anything!” You yell back, fists clenched and rage boiling. “I’m so fucking over it!”

“Then why have you never mentioned it before? You know, like an adult!”

Your mouth hangs open at the clap back. “Be for real. I am not the problem here.”  

“Well if I’m the problem, why haven’t you communicated that? You’ve been here eight months and it took me asking you at the grocery store to fess up that I was bothering you.” 

“I mean. Yeah, but-”

“So don’t yell at me that I didn’t read your mind and I had no idea I was bothering you. Or get headphones.” 

“How about you start gaming at normal hours? Have you ever thought of that?” 

He rolls his eyes. “You mean my working hours?”

“I mean between the hours before 11 at night, Jin!” 

“Make me!”

“Fine!” You snap, rage pushing you over. “Shall we make a wager?” 

This catches him by surprise. He blinds a few times, tilting his head. “What are you proposing?” 

Crossing your arms, you nod to the computer. “You want me to play Apex so bad? Fine, we’ll make it a competition.” 

“There’s no 1 v 1 in Apex.”

“Duos. Whoever gets the most kills wins. No shields higher than blue, no turning on each other. Just strictly kill count. If win, you don’t get to game past 11 pm anymore.” 

“And if I win?”

“What do you want?”

“What can I have?” He pauses, looking you up and down. Something feels different as he does this. His gaze heavier. Darker. He licks his lips, your attention is drawn to the way the blue lights glittering on his wall turn the spit-slicked surface blue. “How about any favor at any time that I ask? Are we also trying to win as a duo?”

“Sure. No holds barred on how we get kills.” 

Again, he examines you, trying to puzzle something out. Wordlessly, he walks to his computer and grabs his headset. The door is open to his room, showing that he just has his basic setup turned on, with no intention of streaming. “Jungkook I’ll hit you up tomorrow. I have to kick my roommate's ass.” Jungkook says something on the other side and Seokjin clears his throat. “Yeah, no. Bye.”

He returns, phone in hand. Your phone pings in your room. “Add me on Discord, I guess.” 

Wordlessly, you spin and head to your room. 

There are still things Seokjin doesn’t know about you. Like how you played his favorite game for a year straight, trying to impress your last roommate-turned-fuck-buddy with your skills. While it partially worked in your favor, their failure to commit to you gave you a sour taste about the game. 

It’s been a while since you’ve played. Slower games are more your style, and you haven’t turned on your PC in a while, but as it starts, lights inside of the glass case glittering, you feel a shiver of excitement. 

Your setup is not nearly as advanced as your roommate's, who has three screens, a massive desk and hi-tech camera, a microphone, and a massive custom-built unit that could probably power a tank. Yours is pre-built but sturdy, and you have a single screen with a modest keyboard and headset to match. 

Glancing at the Discord user, you roll your eyes at what Seokjin’s written: WorldWideHandsomeJin.

“Weirdo,” you mutter. 

You add him anyway, getting comfortable in your chair and hitting the call button. He answers immediately, his voice making the hair at the back of your neck tingle as he says, “So are you going to be my Discord kitten?”

“Ew, don’t ever say that again,” you mutter. Navigating your desktop, you start to update the game. “Give me fifteen. I have to update.”

“Really? Newbie.”

“Sorry I don’t play this game every second of my life. I haven’t played since I moved out of the last place.” 

He hums, voice vibrating in your very nice headset. You turn him down a little bit, feeling just a little drunk from the rich timbre of his voice. “That was a… weird situation, huh?”

“A bit.” 

“They play Apex that much too?”

“Not as much as you do.” He hums again. “Who do you main?” 

“Loba.”

“Fine,” you answer as the program opens. “I’m playing Wraith.” 

The game menu blares in your ears, making you squeak and reset all of your old settings. It feels weird to log on, pointedly ignoring the familiar username as you navigate your friends list to add Seokjin. He pops up and selects duos for you. 

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head when you see his rank. “Diamond? Holy fuck do you touch grass?” 

“Says you! You played enough that you hit Diamond in your first season too, nerd. It shows your historical stats. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Whatever. Ready up.” 

Neither of you says anything as the system prepares to put you in a game. You look at his stats, raising your brows as you flip through. He’s historically hit the highest rank in the game, making you wonder why he’s dropped recently. He also has a ridiculous skin on his character, making you wonder how long he’s been playing. 

Apex Legends is a first-person shooter game with a battle royale format. Similar to Fortnite, teams load into the game and pick up weapons and other materials to fight other teams the ring of combat gets smaller and smaller. With Seokjin’s selection of Loba guarantees that you’ll be able to stock weapons and ammo. With your selection of Wraith, you can get in and out of situations quickly and you’ll know when an enemy team focuses on you.

As the map loads, you can’t help but feel the tremor in your hand. Your leg bounces up and down as you wait, watching the dropship come into focus. You give Seokjin the power to drop your duo anywhere on the complex map. You almost expect him to launch immediately, but you’re impressed to see that he has enough patience to drop you a moderate distance on the map.

Which means fewer weapons, fewer shields, and fewer teams to kill. You frown as you navigate your character to land near utility boxes full of weapons. Does he think you need to take it slow? Or maybe he’s worried about giving you too many people to kill easily. 

“Team to the north,” you comm, opening up boxes and selecting weapons, shields, and med packs. “What do you shoot?”

“Energy. Preferably the volt.” 

“Volt here. Let me know if you see a flatline or sentinel.” 

“You snipe with Wraith?” 

“When she says someone’s aiming at me, yeah?” 

He hums but does not comment the two of you use the map to navigate. You fall into a rhythm, using the controls feels sort of familiar. As you work your way toward the next ring, Seokjin startles you when he starts firing shots at a time looting that you miss. You flinch and whirl, but he’s already eliminated the pair. 

“Two zero.” 

“Whatever,” you growl, ignoring his smug voice.

Shooter, move your character in game commands. You dodge behind a box as an enemy team rattles off shots. Your heart pounds as you use a sniper to look in the direction of the shots, seeing the duo up on a tower. Lining up the scope, you click and hit a player. 

“Knocked,” you call automatically. The second teammate makes a bad call and tries to get their knocked pair up. You line up the shot and click twice. “Knocked. Out.” You move your mouse and finish the other teammate. “Out.”

“Yeah, yeah, good comms whatever. We’re even.”

You grin. “Just trying to communicate to my teammate.” 

He snorts. “Sure.”

For a few moments, the two of you navigate to a safe zone. When you see two teams clash, you don’t even think. Normally you’d wait for one team to finish off the other, but you’re in a competition with Seokjin, too. Suddenly, winning means more than just peace and silence.

“Knocked,” you call, sniping another player. “Out. Out. Knocked.” 

“You motherfucker,” Jin hisses. “You’re supposed to - out - tell me when we’re going to push a team.”

“Hey, that was my kill!”

“You only knocked him!” 

“Whatever. And I pushed them because I want to win.”

“I didn’t realize you were so good at this.” The two of you start looting the load out of the eliminated players. “You kept saying I don’t like Apex and here you are, really good at it.”

“Honestly, I used to like it.” Together, you traverse the map until you enter the next ring. Seokjin pauses to use Loba’s pop shop ability, a cache of weapons and materials in the local area showing up in front of you. As you sort through them, you continue, “But I used to play with my old roommate and I used to do it to impress them. As it turns out, being good at a video game does not a relationship make.”

“Hmm. Well if it makes you feel any better, I like you even without the Apex.”

“I meant I was trying to get them to like me romantically.”

“I know what you meant.” 

You pause. Seokjin does not explain his statement, humming lightly as he picks up ammo and leaves the little shop running. He skips down the hill with his character, his happy little tune deep in your ear. 

Nerves get the best of you in the next firefight with a team. You get knocked and screech into the headset, thinking that your chance to win is over. Seokjin, thankfully, takes pity on you and heals you after your near-death experience. But now he’s in the lead, and there are only five teams left. 

I know what you meant. 

The words sit heavy on you. While you are attracted to Seokjin you know it’s a bad idea. Roommates being anything more than roommates often brings other issues. You’d learned firsthand how poorly not defining a relationship could go. That was on you as an adult too but… you didn’t want something in between.

And you have no inclination of what he meant. 

Seokjin wasn’t a very flirty person. Teasing you came easily enough, and he was always nice. He had been a little extra nice recently since you’d been spending more time together, but there wasn’t anything that would suggest he saw you as more than a roommate. 

Two more people downed, and you were tied. The two of you were more into the game and less into the bet. Your interrupted sleep was long forgotten, and you leaned forward as you devised a plan, locking down a high tower where you could see enemy teams coming to escape the shrinking ring. 

“Glad you got that stupid sentinel,” Seokjin mutters. “Who snipes with Wraith.” 

“Shut up,” you shoot back, though you don’t really mean it. “Your second gun is a fucking wingman.” 

“Because it’s like a one tap to the head!” An incoming team distracts him from arguing with you. “Over by that dino cage.”

“Got it,” you comm back. The second you shoot, you draw fire. “Oh my god do they have a Kraber?” 

“Yeah, but they fucked the shot. You got this.” 

Taking a breath - a little dramatic, you realize as you scope them - you take the shot. You tap one, but they have red armor. You curse, pissed you installed a fucking armor limitation, and duck behind the wall as the other team misses the shot with their kraber again. 

“Best gun in the game and they can’t hit shots!” Seokjin laughs. “Imagine! Their buddy must be fuming.”

You scope again and tap the person again. “Knocked. Do we stand our ground or try and take them?” Another shot misses. “Can you keep a scope on that person you cracked and I can push? Other team is probably trying to wait it out.” 

“If they see you?”

“Then you’re fucked but they’re not going to engage between two snipers. Maybe? I don’t know. Just do your thing.”

And you do your thing as Seokjin runs off toward the enemy team. They no longer have shots on their gun - which makes you roll your eyes, it’s the best gun on the map - and keep focused. Either they think you’re moving or they make a bad call - the healthy teammate tries to pick up their knocked ally and you take the shot. 

“They’re both cracked.” 

“Got it- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OTHER TEAM.” 

His screech makes you slam your knee into the underside of your desk. No wonder he does this all the time, you think, realizing that the disrupting noise is a lot easier to make than you originally thought. “Let them take the kill then!”

“Fuck that I want to win!”

“Ew is this about the bet still? Now I want to win the game!”

“That’s what I’m talking about! Ye of little fAIIIIIITH!”

It’s hard not to giggle as he breaks off into yelling, entering a firefight while you try to provide cover and miss your shots. “Stop fucking portaling where I want to shoot!”

“Stop missing!”

“Knocked motherfucker!” 

“Got it!”

Seokjin finishes the two teammates as the knocked enemies on the other team expire. Both of you scream over your headsets. You shoot to your feet as the victory screen flashes. You don’t even wait - you bolt toward the door, your wired-in headset ripping off your head and nearly yanking you back as you go. 

The door is already open as he yells loudly, jumping up and down and grabbing you by the forearms, jumping around in circles with you. It’s stupid but it’s fun, and you can’t help but feel elated as he shakes you wildly, screaming, “Yaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” 

His hands are warm on your biceps, gentle and squeezing you excitedly. And then between one breath and the next, he’s pulling you toward him, pressing his lips to yours. 

A shock goes through you. You freeze for a moment, completely taken aback and unsure how to react. Seokjin realizes what he’s done and immediately backs away, running a hand through his hair and tugging at the strands as he says, “Shit - I am so sorry. That was wow - that was a line crossed without your consent and I’m so sorry.” 

Heat floods you from head to toe. Your heart slams against your chest and you stare at him as he fumbles over an apology, his face red as you feel. Your mind can’t catch up as the warmth spreads from your face to the rest of you.

“I’m genuinely so sorry, I just got really excited and-”

“What did you mean earlier,” you cut him off. “When you were all I know what you meant. Look I… really don’t want to make this living situation weird.”

“Totally understand, I’m so sorry.”

You chew on your lip, looking at him. He looks earnest, eyes round and expression pleading. Your lips tingle where he kissed you, so quickly that you’ve already forgotten. Part of you wants to tell him to kiss you again. It was nice. And the flip in your stomach was… good. 

But the part of you speaking now says, “I had fun gaming with you. Apology accepted. I am super tired though, so I’m going to go to bed okay?”

“Yeah. Listen, I am so sorry. That won’t happen again and I just - that was not cool of me at all.”

“It’s okay.” 

“It wasn’t.” 

You offer a smile, still nervous, fingers twitching. “I know you didn’t like, mean anything by it.”

He frowns. “Well I did but that’s my issue.” 

Your heart is a stone skipping on the smooth surface of a pond. “What does that mean?” 

“Look,” he sighs. “I don’t want to make things weird, alright? I harbor a bit of a crush on you and that was honestly absolutely not okay for me to just-” He gesticulates wildly with his hands. “It was an inconsiderate thing for me to do.” 

A crush. Your breathing hitches and you rub sweaty palms against your pants, nodding. “It’s - we’re okay. We’re fine.” 

Seokjin nods, nibbling on his bottom lip as he stares at you, red-faced and nervous. The silence turns awkward, your mind blanks and buzzes as you try to digest his words.

Crush crush crush crush. 

“I’m gonna go to bed,” you announce abruptly, needing to escape the room to breathe for a moment. He nods, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as you rush out. “Night!”

Behind locked doors in your room, you cover your face, feeling the way your cheeks are flushed. You do some deep breathing, trying to regulate your heart rate as your brain spins its tires on Seokjin’s words- confession. 

He confused. That he has a crush. 

For a few moments, you just lean over and pant, trying to think how you feel. Your stomach is a bundle of nervousness and your hands are a little shaky. But you’re not upset. In fact, you smile a bit, thinking of the way that Seokjin had turned shy and the way his lips had felt soft for that split second of a chance.

Straightening, you stare at the wall between your bedrooms. Seokjin is right there. Has been right there. And has admitted to liking you and is sweet and kind and fun to hang out with and-

It might be a bad decision. You’ve been down this road before. It ended up with you nursing feelings and deciding that feelings with roommates was a bad idea. But your last roommate didn’t have feelings for you like that. They liked the sex, but that was where the attraction ended. 

So maybe -

You knock loudly on Seokjin’s door. There’s some shuffling on the other side and he opens it, brows furrowed and a little breathless. Before he can ask what you’re doing, you’re pushing past him and asking, “When you say you have a crush on me what do you mean? In the physical, only attracted to your appearance kind of way, or like the would date kind of way?”

“Well I am physically attracted to you,” he answers slowly, turning to look at you. “But I also like you. You’re funny and incredibly kind, and you’re easy to live with. I like the way that you make your hashbrowns a little extra crispy and crunchy, and I like that you think of me when you do things.” 

“So you like me?”

“Yes, I think I… included that?”

You lick your lips, taking a shaky breath. “So you don’t want to just fuck me no strings attached?”

He blanches. “No. I don’t. Look I know I made you uncomfortable-”

“Kiss me.”

“What now?”

“Kiss me!”

There is a fleeting smile Seokjin gives you that later, you’ll think on with a fluttering heart and breathless laugh. But now, all you can think about is the gentle touch of his hands as they cradle your face and the delicate way his lips press against yours, pillow soft and sweet. 

Seokjin smells like his body wash, the sage and juniper intoxicating as you wrap your arms around his neck. His skin is warm as you press your palms against his skin, his pulse throbbing underneath your thumb. 

The kiss is chaste, just a firm press of lips and a surprised noise shared between the two of you. Tentatively, you pull away, eyelashes fluttering as you look up at him. Seokjin’s eyes are swimming pools of darkness framed by long lashes. He’s so beautiful, but up close he’s deadly, flecks of gold glittering in his irises. 

“I just,” you whisper. “I don’t want it to be weird but I also… want.” 

You don’t have to explain. Seokjin’s grin is easy, nodding. He gets it. He gets you. So he leans down again and pulls you in by the waist, fingers curling in the hem of your t-shirt as he tugs you toward him. The motion makes you gasp and he takes the chance to turn the kiss from sweet to carnal, tongue sweeping into your mouth.

Seokjin kisses you slowly, tongue curious and gentle. Your head spins as you kiss him and you can barely breathe, so full of him and thoughts of him and the taste of him that you grip him tight, desperate not to fall over. 

The irritation from him waking you up is long forgotten as he tugs you closer. Your hips press against his, mouths sliding, a mix of gentle smacks, spit, and gasps for air. A buzz tingles through you as you nudge Seokjin toward his bed and he responds immediately, backing up and pulling you with him.

When the back of his legs hit the bed, he falls backward. The two of you become a tangled pile of limbs and kisses and giggles, but you find your place as you slot your knees on either side of his narrow waist, palms flat against his chest and the steady beating of his heart. 

There are stars in his eyes when he looks up at you. For a second, you just look at one another, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs and his eyes locked on your face. His lips and face are rouge, hair messy. You grin and lean down, pressing your lips against him again. 

Kissing Seokjin is invigorating. You can’t help but let little noises slip from your mouth. His fingers press into your thighs, dimpling the flesh as he groans, hips twitching upward for friction. The bulge through his sweatpants makes you squeak and you break the kiss, wiggling your hips down to press against his clothed cock.

“Ugh,” he moans, eyes fluttering shut and head pressing back into his mattress. “Don’t do that. I’m so fucking hard.” 

“Do you want some help with that?”

His gaze softens and his thumbs slide back and forth on your thighs, caressing gently. “I want whatever you want. Nothing, everything, something. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“Well right now… I really want to suck you off.” 

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh huh.” 

Without breaking eye contact, you drop and slide your hand from where it presses against his chest downward. His abs twitch under your hand as you dance along his over-warm skin. His breathing has turned faint and breathy, body nearly trembling as you brush your fingers along the trail of hair leading into his sweatpants.

Watching him is hypnotizing. Seokjin’s lips part slightly as you slide your hand underneath the elastic, brows shooting up when you brush the sticky tip of his cock. 

“No underwear?”

“They’re - nggg - restricting.” 

His shaft is long and smooth, your fingers brushing along the underside, tracing a vein. You’re impressed by the sheer size of his dick, wondering if you’re going to manage to not choke, but the sound he lets you when you wrap your fingers around him and grip him tight erases the apprehension. 

“You sound so good like that,” you breathe, giving a loose-fisted stroke toward the crown, beaded with precum. “Also you have a sizeable dick.”

“Sizeable, huh?” You brush your thumb over the tip, nail gliding over his leaking slit and he lets out a loud moan, making you grin. “Take it out and see how fucking sizeable it is, hmm?”

It’s hard to take him seriously with how ridiculous he sounds, but you slide down the bed, gently getting onto your knees. Using both hands, you tug at his sweatpants, looking up at him through fluttered lashes. 

And… suddenly it’s not a joke anymore. Your mouth waters a bit at the side, his tip swollen and needy. His thick, and you know how good it would feel to just sink down on top of his length, filling up the throb that aches between your legs. 

Pressing your palms firmly into his thighs, you lift yourself up, dipping low to run your tongue along the thick vein that runs up the bottom of his shaft. He lets out a sinful growl, hands fisting the sheet and gasping as you watch him struggle. 

At the tip, you slid a hand up, gripping him firmly as you suckle the dark, swollen flesh into your mouth. His precum is salty on your tongue and you hum, eyes fixed on the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the blush blossoming from his neck to his pecs. 

Seokjin is beautiful under the assault of your mouth. 

Suckling gently, you watch his reaction as your tongue lazily circles around the sensitive tip of his cock. His hips wiggle back and forth but he never bucks up into your mouth, never thrusts deeper than you’re willing to go. 

“Please,” he whispers and it comes out as an almost whine. “More.” 

You give him more, gently sinking your mouth down on him. It’s a stretch but you manage, careful to mind your breathing as you bob gently, hollowing your cheeks for added suction. Expletive-laced moans drip from his mouth, his eyes squeeze shut as you continue to suck gently. 

Drool runs out the sides of your mouth. You let it, the stickiness of your spit and his presume slicking down his cock helps you take more of him in his mouth. When his tip brushes the back of your throat, he nearly growls, fully writhing underneath you now.

Seeing him like this is addicting, worked up and sweating, and falling apart. What you can’t fit in your mouth you grip with your hand, mouth, and fingers stroking together in time to work him up. Your mouth buzzes around him in a self-satisfied hum. 

Seokjin can’t help himself. His hands leave the sheets, one hand going to the back of your head, fingers pressed firmly. He doesn’t push or pull, his grip just firm and begging. The sound as you let him thrust a little is sinful and wet, the cough-choke of your throat accompanied by stilted curses. 

Suddenly, he pulls you up. Cum-mixed spit dribbles down your chin, mouth feeling stretched and swollen as you look up at him. His sweats are around his ankles, abs and thighs flexing as he leans forward, urging you upward. 

Your mouths meet in a heated smack of cum and spit and moans and teeth. Your mind is spinning as he cups your face fiercely, pulling you to your feet and up onto his naked waist. His hands pull at your shirt and you yank it fiercely, breaking your messy kiss just to toss it. 

Seokjin’s hands are warm and starving for you and vicious as he pulls your bralette off, adding it to the messy pile in his room. Steady hands cup your breasts, his eyes glittering as he makes a noise. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Come here.”

You fall forward but his hands steady you, lifting his head to catch a nipple with his mouth. It sets you alight, electricity snapping to life from the motion. You moan, head thrown back, eyes rolling as he nipples lightly on your nipple. 

“Fuck,” you squeak. The heat between your legs hurts, your cunting throbbing for him. “That feels so good.”

He hums, letting go of the hardened peak with a gentle scrape of his teeth, moving his mouth to lavish your other breast. His thumb brushes back and forth over the glossy peak, keeping it stimulated. 

You tremble in his grip, seated in his lap as he places luscious sucks across your chest. 

“You’re beautiful.” Seokjin’s words are mumbled in damp kisses against your collarbone. “You’re smart and sweet and generous and stunning.” 

“You’re beautiful,” you answer. It feels stupid to say, but it’s the only thing you can come up with. Everything feels fuzzy and you’re drowning in the praise. “Why is your discord WorldWideHandsomJin?”

“Shut up.” He rolls the two of you over, a whirlwind of limbs and giggles. “Cause I wanted it to be, and it’s true.” 

“It is,” you agreed, gasping as he slides his hand into your pajama shorts. His fingers brush over your damp panties, and he huffs a laugh when he feels how sticky wet you are. “More.” 

He hums and applies more pressure, but it doesn’t relieve the ache. “No,” you whine, clawing his chest. “Please.” 

“Because you said please.”

With a swift hand, he pulls your shorts and underwear down. You don’t have time to shiver at the cool air of his room hitting your pussy, his fingers brushing up and down. “God,” he groans, dropping his head against the side of your neck. “You’re soaked, baby.” 

Pleasure sparks as he thumbs your clit in gentle circles. You feel arousal flood the pit of your stomach, cunt aching and leaking as he slides a finger up and down, applying pressure to your hole before gently sliding into your cunt. 

It’s not enough. You get breathy all the same, the feel of his finger stroking your front wall making the world around you melt. Your limbs feel heavy and you shut your eyes, feeling the way he strokes your g-spot over and over again. 

“Another,” you gasp, hips bucking upward. “Please, more.”

“Yeah?” he asks. “Greedy pussy needs more?”

His filth makes your mouth pop open. He complies, though, sliding in another finger and fucking into you properly. He lets you roll your hips upward, trying to ride his hand as you chase the feeling in your stomach. 

It feels like you can’t get enough air, heat trapped between your bodies, static sticking to your skin. Seokjin feels like heaven and fucking hell, skin sticky where your bodies touch, thrumming with energy. 

And it’s so much - almost too much. You want him closer, want to be fuller, want the snap of his hips. You dig your fingers into his biceps, mouth brushing against his, words mumbled between pressed lips, “Please.” 

With a slick sound, he pulls his fingers from you. Immediately you miss the feeling, but you’re rewarded as he brings shine-slicked fingers up to his lips, sucking them into his mouth. He leers around his fingers, eyes dark. 

“Yum,” he whispers, bending down and licking into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on his lips. 

For a quick moment, he fumbles in his nightstand, pulling out a condom and breaking the foil with a soft crinkle. He’s painted a soft blue in the lights of his room, the changing colors making him a mirage of neons and soft colors, a haunting and stunning creature all at once. 

Seokjin shuffles you carefully up the bed, peppering your skin with kisses as he goes. Reverent hands stretch your legs wide open for him as he slots himself against you, giving shallow thrusts so that his cock slides against your messy fold. You whine, needed more stimulation, needing to feel full to relieve the ache. 

Grabbing the base of his cock, he strokes upwards again, letting his cockhead catch on your trembling hole. A stream of expletives falls from your lips as your head falls backward, your entire frame vibrating as he slowly slides in. You’re so wet that it helps, but the thick girth of him burns all the way until he is fully sheathed and your walls are fluttering around him.

“Shit, you’re fucking squeezing me.”

“Cause your cock is fucking big!”

“Am I supposed to apologize?”

“No, but please fuck me.”

You need the slide of his shaft against your walls, need to feel the way he hits so deep it’s like he’s in your fucking stomach. Seokjin starts a slow but purposeful pace, pulling all the way out before pushing back in, sliding his hands under your as to lift you slightly. The angle allows him to fuck your spot as he thrusts in, your limbs going slack as the feeling of an orgasm winds from just a few strokes. 

Seokjin fucks you with purpose, stroking a little faster. Sweat beads on his chest, hair clinging to his forehead as he bites his bottom lip, stomach flexing. You watch him through half-lidded eyes, your fingers wrapped around his wrist where he holds you, practically pulling you onto his cock as he fucks you open. 

It’s mind-numbing, everything else fading away as his room swirls in colors, punctuated by the snap of his hips against your wet ass and your high-pitched moans. 

You wish you could be more of a participant, but the way he makes you feel has the room spinning. He fucks you down into the mattress, the slide of your skin against his sheets added friction. Your head hits a pillow, knocking it sideways, your hand trying to find a grip on anything. It finds the wall and you press against it, feeling the squeeze of your breath in your lungs and the coil in your stomach. 

“That's it,” Seokjin urges, one hand leaving your ass to slip between your legs. He circles your clit and your eyes roll back in your head, the roaring feeling of your orgasm coming closer and closer. “Fuck your feel so fucking good - you look so fucking good just taking my cock like this.” He is the vision you think. Brow furrowed, lip tucked between his teeth, all tan, flushed skin and twitching muscles. You can't remember the last time you were fucked into mindlessness, no chance of cognitive thinking at your fingertips. The filth that leaves his mouth only sends you spiraling further, admiration-laced curses punctuated with moans.

You can only moan back in response, most of the sound stuck in your throat. You think you’re babbling now, mouth agape, eyes squeezed so shut that colors explode across your vision. He fucks you hard but at a medium pace, each thrust supported with his full weight, hitting so deep that you can’t breathe.

When you cum, it’s like a freight train hits you, the world going absolute white noise and numb. You lose yourself in the feeling, everywhere and nowhere all at once. You’re aware of the way your pussy pulses around his cock and through the buzz in your ears, you hear him curse, gasping your name as he cums just as hard. 

You have no idea how long it takes for you to come back down. You barely feel your limbs, the tingle in them like when your foot falls asleep but far more pleasant. You roll your head over to find Seokjin breathing deeply, skin glowing with sweat. His eyes flutter open as you stare at him and he grins, tired but genuine. Your stomach leaps. 

“I swear,” he mumbles. “Next time I will last way longer than that. But fuck.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard,” you admit, voice hoarse. “I think that is why they call it le petite mort. Holy shit.” 

He laughs and he pulls you in. With the shift of your limbs, you feel how sticky and wet your legs are, thighs pressed together in the mess. You make a face at the feeling, no longer finding it attractive now that you’re not actively fucking, but he kisses you and you immediately forget about it. 

“By the way,” he mutters, voice deep. “I won the bet so you owe me a favor.”

You grit your teeth, realizing that he did win by a single kill. “Fine. What’s your favor?”

“Not much, just want to take you out somewhere nice. Buy you a beautiful dinner. Learn all of your embarrassing stories from middle school and if you had an emo phase.”

“Did you have an emo phase?” 

“You’ll only find out if we go on a date.”

You smile. Your mouth hurts from the kissing and the stretch of his dick, but it doesn’t matter. You brush the sweaty hair from his face, his eyes fixed on your reaction. “Of course, I’ll go on a date with you.” 

“Hmm. Good. Now come on, I wanna fuck you in the shower.” 

“That I can agree with.” 

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Dine N' Dash pt. 2

So excited to share the smutty part two to this collab with @misslavenderlady We put equal work into this so show some love by liking and reblogging both of our posts! Lave is such a queen and I really enjoyed working with her on this series, it was so much fun:):)

Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, cunilingus, p n v sex, nipple play, first time, semi public sex

Tyler x fem reader (implied plus size reader)

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Coming to the diner with his buddies was the best decision Tyler had ever made. Back at the beginning of summer, he had fallen hard for you. The beauty who served them all lunch prepared by a short-order cook. Ever since that fateful day, he made a point to come by and get seated in your section whenever he wanted to visit and get some grub. 

The two of you always shared some kind of dessert whenever he came by. Ice cream, pie, cake, whatever delicious treat was on the specials menu for the day. You both giggled and flirted over your treats and when it was time to call it a day, he promised to come by again soon.

During your off time, the two of you went on dates full of excitement and fun. Whether it was skating together at the rink or just walking side by side on the beach, Tyler had the time of his life with you. 

Even if you two had only been an item for a few months, he knew he was falling in love with you. You found yourself feeling the same way. There was just something about Tyler that was absolutely enamoring. It made him incredibly easy to fall for.

You could tell he cared deeply for you. When he picked you up for dates he was a mess of compliments and adoration. He’d babble on about how pretty you were, how perfect your hair was, how amazing your outfit looked. If there was something Tyler liked about you, he never hesitated to tell you exactly how he felt.

He was such a gentleman, always offering you his jacket when it was cold out, or holding doors for you whenever you entered a building. And he always wanted your hand in his. The feeling of your fingers laced with his made you feel close to him, and you knew he felt the same. You loved kissing him. He was somehow simultaneously passionate and gentle. Like he wanted to show you how much he adored you but didn’t want to break you when he did.

Every moment you spent together was better than the last, but lately, you’d found yourself wanting even more, wanting to be even closer to him.

You had that thought on your mind when Tyler came to visit you during a graveyard shift. Today had been surprisingly quiet, as some kind of event on the opposite side of the city had lured all the patrons away. That didn't bother you though. At least the two of you could spend more time flirting. 

"Can I pretty please get another coke from the most beautiful waitress in the restaurant?" Tyler cooed, holding up his empty glass. 

"I'm the only waitress in the restaurant, you goof," you teased him as you poured the pitcher of soda over the cup. 

While your coworkers were pretty much done for the night, you had been given the job of closing up after all the cleaning was done. Time just seemed to fly by whenever Tyler came to visit. He was also a generous tipper, but you adored him for plenty of things that had nothing to do with money. 

“What you up to after this, babe?” he asked as he helped you wipe down tables. Whenever Tyler came by to see you during late shifts, he always helped you close up. You’d never ask him to clean for you, but you’d never have to. 

“I don’t know, maybe I’ll go over to my boyfriend’s place, and see what he’s up to,” you teased as your cheeks flushed pink. 

Tyler smirked, “so this boyfriend, babe, is he cuter than me?” he asked.

Your face twisted in mock consideration. “Hmmmm~ Well I’d say you’re about the same.”

He inched closer. “Is he as good on a board as me?”

You shrugged and fought a smile. “You’re about the same.”

He moved even closer until he was standing right in front of you, his blue eyes gazing lovingly into yours. 

“Is he as good at kissing you as I am?” he whispered as he leaned in. Having him so close made you sigh dreamily.

“Only one way to find out,” you whispered back before pressing your lips to his.

With just one kiss, you were already relaxing into him. He was just so warm and inviting, it made you feel incredible. The sweetness of his drink was on his lip, and it only made you want to kiss him more.

You threw your arms around his neck, completely forgetting about your cleaning duties. All you could focus on was running your fingers through his blond hair. The sunkissed locks were so soft to the touch. You found yourself twirling a strand around your finger as you kissed him deeper. 

When you finally broke free for some air, you both were slightly out of breath. Kissing Tyler made you dizzy in the best way possible. 

"So…" Tyler sighed. "Am I better than this boyfriend of yours?" 

A snicker fell from your lips as you embraced him tighter. He was such a ham and you loved it. 

"Oh he doesn't even compare to you, cutie," you teased. 

Something familiar was tugging at you. A need. A want. A craving for something even sweeter than just smooches. Something that made you squeeze your plush thighs together and squirm as warmth started to build in between your legs. 

He was just holding you so close and he smelled so good. That cologne he doused himself in after skating was so delicious. You wondered if he could tell what he was doing to you. Tyler sighed happily as he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. 

“For the record babe? No one compares to you either.” 

You could have melted in his arms right there. He pulled back, one hand still around your waist, the other sliding up to cup your cheek and caress your skin with his thumb. 

“You’re so pretty, baby,” he chuckled to himself in disbelief. “My pretty baby.” 

Your lips parted in surprise at his words, what was meant to be an innocent kiss had turned into something a bit more…intimate. 

“Tyler…” you breathed as you bit your lip. 

“Yeah, baby?” he whispered as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

For a moment you weren’t sure exactly what to say. Words were failing you, all because Tyler was staring at you with those gorgeous baby blues. They made you feel dizzy. You just wanted to fall into his arms and let him take you wherever he wanted.  

By some miracle, you got yourself to gather the strength you needed. While still watching him with desire, you slide a hand over his chest, caressing the muscles underneath his t-shirt. He really was so sexy. 

“I want...I want to do...more with you...~” you admitted.  

His head tilted to the side in curiosity. Between the pose and the blond hair, it reminded you of a golden retriever. How fitting considering he was your golden boy.  

“More?” 

“Yes, more,” you said, cheeks growing warmer. “I wanna....do it...with you...~”

Tyler’s breath caught in his throat. Every day when he woke up he had to convince himself he wasn’t dreaming. Remind himself that you were real and you were with him. 

Now with you standing in front of him, asking him for more, he struggled not to pinch himself. Visions flashed through his head of your plush thighs wrapped him, your pretty lips parted in soft moans, you hand held in his as he pressed into you. His cheeks reddened as his jeans tightened.

“Baby, you’re my whole world,” his eyes flickered back and forth as he sputtered out his feelings. “I want that too I um- I wanna make you feel really good babe.”

He laced his fingers through yours. “Wanna do that when you’re really ready, baby. Don’t wanna pressure you into anything. You’re sure you want that? With me?” 

You blushed, the corners of your lips turning up in a nervous smile. “I’ve never been more sure of anything Tyler.”

He could have swooned and melted into the diner’s linoleum floor right then and there. God you were perfect. And you were his.

There was a newfound hunger growing inside you. Seeing him so eager for such an idea was making you feel all warm and tingly. You brought him close so you could press your pillowy soft lips to his, moaning as your deep kiss enchanted him. 

Ever the one to be good at multitasking, you untied your apron and tossed it aside while you kissed Tyler some more. One hand caressed his stubbled cheek while the other began to undo the buttons on your work dress. You wanted to give your boyfriend all of you. 

"Tyler~" you sighed into his mouth. "I don't think I can wait. Please…please touch me"

The skater's cock was getting harder and harder by the second. Seeing you get so hot and bothered here and now was driving him wild. He longed for this day for so long. 

"Fuck, baby," he moaned. "Right here? Right now?" 

You giggled, pressing your bra-clad breasts up against his strong chest once your dress was opened up. It was always fun to get him all flustered.

"Why not? We have so many sweet memories in this diner. Let's make a very special one to add to the list~"

As you shed your dress, Tyler groaned with anticipation. “Shit babe hold on,” he reluctantly pulled away from you to lock the diner’s front door. He flipped the switch on the open sign off, killing its bright neon display. He pulled the screens down on the windows, keeping your perfect form from prying eyes. 

When he’d finished he eagerly returned to you. He gripped the counter behind you, his hands on either side of your waist, boxing you in. 

“God you’re beautiful,” he breathed as his mouth watered at the sight of your full chest.

His hands traveled from the counter to wrap around your waist. “Hop up for me, yeah?” he asked.

You nodded shyly as he lifted you up to seat you on top of the counter.

Tyler took the elastic of your panties between his fingers and rolled them down your legs. A blush rose to your cheeks as you were left on the counter in only your bra and Tyler stood before you fully clothed, and eyeing you hungrily. 

You expected him to pull his shirt off or roll down his shorts, but your lips parted in a gasp when he instead sunk to his knees and shimmied in between your parted thighs.

Never before had you ever been so excited for something in your whole life. Your heart was pounding as you watched your boyfriend licked his lips with ravenous need. He gently pushed your knees further apart so he could fully see you. 

"Fuck, look at you. Such a pretty pussy for a pretty girl~"

In that moment you opened your mouth to express how embarrassed he made you when he said such things. But you didn't get the chance. Any control of your voice was lost when Tyler dove in.

His tongue slipped from the bottom of your pussy to the very top of your clit. The shriek that came from you was so sudden and loud, showing off how utterly surprised you were. 

"OoHH!" you squealed out. 

"Fuck, I KNEW my girl was gonna be so yummy," Tyler said with a smirk. His lips glistened from your wetness, already making such a mess. He went back in for an even deeper taste of you. It was like watching an addiction build up within him. 

“Mmm babe, how’s it feel knowing you’re the tastiest thing that’s ever been on this counter,” he spoke into you as he lapped at your folds like a man starved. 

He pulled soft mews and moans from your full lips as he devoured you. His lips pressed against your clit, kissing it softly. His hands wrapped around your doughy thighs, kneading the flesh with his hands as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Your thighs squeezed his head at the feeling, prompting him to moan into your sopping heat. 

He moved one hand from your thigh to press two fingers into moving them in and out slowly as he continued to suck. He crooked his fingers, rubbing you in just the right place. You felt your orgasm threatening to burst out as you moaned at his repeated ministrations. 

“Tyler,” you whimpered. “Gonna cum!”

“Cum on my tongue, babe. Bet you taste so sweet.”

His words pushed you over the edge. Your thighs squeezed him tighter as your release soaked your boyfriend’s pretty face.

"H-Holy shit!!" you cried out. It wasn't the first time you'd orgasmed, but it was certainly the most intense one. Your legs trembled around him, the aftershocks rendering your body to a weakened state. 

Meanwhile, Tyler was looking pretty damn proud of himself. He smirked playfully up at you as he slowly ran his tongue across his lips, savoring every last drop. Seeing him so cocky from making you cum on his mouth was only turning you on more. 

"Aww baby, look atcha. So hot and bothered and ready for more," he cooed. 

The two or you watched each other carefully as he tugged his shirt over his head. Seeing his perfectly toned body and full chest of hair reminded you of how lucky you are. You had the sweetest, funniest, most jaw-droppingly gorgeous man in all of Cali as your boyfriend. 

Tyler leaned over you, pressing you down against the counter more as he kissed you. The intoxicating taste of your juices was lingering on his mouth, and it made you shiver with delight being reminded of what he did to you. 

Your hands traveled up his back, caressing every inch of his muscular body while he moved in closer. The thick, hardness of his erection was pressing against your bare thigh. Fuck, he was so big~

He pulled his pants and boxers off, allowing his cock to spring free. You drooled at the sight, it was pretty, just like everything else about him. 

Tyler gently positioned you how he wanted before climbing over you on the counter. He took your hands in his and threaded his fingers through yours, pinning them on either side of your face. He loved holding your hands. Even now, he wanted to be close and connected to you in every way possible. It had you swooning. 

He pressed a kiss to your lips, then to your cheek, then to your neck before moving down to pepper kisses along your chest. Still hungry for more, he sucked your nipple into his mouth as he massaged the other. 

“God, you’re so gorgeous,” he whispered in between smooches. “I musta been a saint in a past life to deserve an angel like you, babe.” 

You gasped and arched your back into his touch. All of this pleasure had you wishing you two had done this much sooner.

“Love these perfect tits baby, they’re so soft,” he released your nipple with a pop, moving to suck the other. He moaned as he caressed you. Tyler was making it quite clear he planned on being a very giving lover to you.

“Tyler,” you mewed. “Aaahh….this feels amazing…mmmh…so good Tyler, so perfect.”

His heart leapt at your words and he felt himself harden even further. He would do anything to hear more words like that fall from your lips again. He wanted to please you, he wanted to love you, he wanted to worship you.

"I got something just for the occasion, baby," Tyler said, releasing you for just a moment in order to grab something from his pants pocket. He fished out his wallet and plucked out a foil-covered item from the inside of it. 

He tore open the material, revealing a clear condom. 

"Right after you and I met, I was tellin' the boys about you. Corey slipped my one of these in case I ever got lucky. I was embarrassed at the time, but now I wanna thank the guy."

You giggled at the story, amused by the others being so enthusiastic about Tyler's love life. With burning anticipation for what was to come, you watched him carefully slip on the condom, making sure it was secure. It was all really happening. You were going to go all the way with Tyler. 

He smiled sweetly as he wrapped his big hands around your hips and gently tugged you closer to him. His cock was throbbing hard as it teased your entrance. Feeling the length rub against your folds but not yet enter was making you squirm. 

"I'll be gentle, honey. Just lie back like a good girl and let me take care of you, okay?"

No words came from you. Just a simple nod and a soft smile. You trusted him with all your heart.  

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the tip of him press in slowly. He bit his lip as he restrained himself from just plunging right in. You felt so warm, so wet, so tight, so absolutely perfect. He inched in slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size as you stretched around him. Your hands wrapped around his back, gripping him close as he slotted himself between your legs.

“God, you feel incredible, honey. Squeezing me so tight, like you were made just for me. Mmmm can’t believe you’re mine, baby,” he moaned as he bottomed out.

You gasped at the feeling of his hips pressing against yours and his length filling you to the brim. “I am yours, Tyler. All yours completely.”

He growled at your words, leaning forward to capture your lips in his as he began to move slowly. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into you in long, slow strokes. You were as close as humanly possible, but you wanted to be even closer. You wanted to melt into his embrace.

"Oooooh God, yes~" you sighed out. Your head fell back, your muscles relaxing all over from the absolute bliss that he gave you. 

Tyler was filling you so easily. His cock stretched and throbbed inside your cunt, rubbing every sweet spot within. Many a night had been spent with you touching yourself to the vision of what your first time with him would be like. 

Safe to say it was better than anything you could have imagined. 

His hand grazed over your bare skin, dancing over your body before settling on your hips. Strong fingers wrapped around you and pulled you in closer, holding you still as he fucked into you. Every time he touched you it made your heart beat faster. 

"Look at you~" he moaned, rolling his hips into you. "So fuckin' gorgeous. Wanted this….mmmh..for so long~"

"Really~?" you cooed. 

A newfound fire was burning in his eyes. The passion was completely taking over your boyfriend, and it only fueled your excitement more. He spoke again, his voice going lower than before. 

"The day after we met I went home and stroked my dick to the thought of what we're doin' right now. I've wanted you more than anything….fuck~"

“Never wanted anything as much as I wanted you,” he breathed deeply as your orgasms built up together. “How could I not?”

You shivered at his words. “I wanted you too, Tyler. You’re so handsome, so sweet, so perfect for me.”

You cried out in pleasure as he hit your deepest sweet spot. A deep moan fell from his lips. 

“Baby, you’re so amazing, I care for you, I- I love you,” he confessed as he reached his peak. 

His confessions threw you over the edge, and you came all over his cock. He held you close and peppered kisses all over your face as you road out your highs together.

“I love you too, Tyler,” you said breathlessly. “I….I love you….so so much.”

He smiled blissfully as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. “You make me so happy, babe. You have no idea.”

The two of you were practically swimming in the dopamine caused by your afterglow. Tyler gazed at you with such intense love and you were sure to return the look. 

You held one another closely. He was snuggling up with you while you slowly ran your fingers through his hair. Every once in a while you would share a kiss with Tyler. Soft and sweet, just like him. It was pure heaven. 

After a little bit of relaxation, he reluctantly pulled his softened cock out of you. He slipped the filled condom off, tying it and grabbing a nearby napkin to wrap it up before tossing it into the trash like he was throwing a basketball. It made you giggle. 

"As much as I love admiring how perfect and smokin' hot you look naked and spread across the table, I can't imagine we can spend the whole night here."

That was certainly true. You let out a sigh before getting off of the surface in order to find where you had discarded the work dress.

"I gotta clean up the mess we made before we head out, baby~" 

Tyler’s lip turned up in a half smile. “In that case, let me help you, honey.”

You blushed and thanked him as you pulled your dress back on, sliding the buttons back into place. Tyler pulled on his shorts, electing to forgo his shirt, much to your delight. He picked up a cloth and spray bottle and began to wipe down the counter. You joined him, your own rag in hand.

He kissed you in between lazy swipes at the counter. Since you’d told him you loved him, a soft smile had been etched onto his handsome face, and his newfound joy didn’t seem to be going away anytime soon.

After a while, you were left with a sparkling clean counter top and a fully clothed boyfriend. He slipped an arm around your waist as you headed out the front door, switching off the light and locking up as you left.

He pulled you towards his car. “You taking me home?” you asked.

“Actually,” he said, “Was kinda hoping I could take you to my home? If you don’t mind, of course.”

“Already thinking about round two, baby? You’re insatiable,” you giggled.

He gave you his boyish grin in return. “I just can’t get enough of you, honey,”

Tyler kissed you as he held the car door open for you to slide in. This really had been a perfect night. 

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Dine n' Dash 🥤

Tyler/Female!Reader

Summary: Tyler isn't having much luck with his love life. He's feeling rather blue all on his own, until a cute little waitress with a love for milkshakes walks into his life~

This is the first part of a collab series with @britany1997. We put equal work into this so show some love by liking and reblogging both of our posts! Seriously, she's the sweetest. She deserves the love 😍

Credit to lostboysluvr for the Tyler gif!

Part 2 HERE

Ask anyone in The Ramp Locals, and they’d all agree that Tyler was the sweetest, most loyal guy you could ever call a friend. He was always there for his fellow skaters, cheering them on and hanging out with them whenever they needed some company. There was just so much to like about the guy. 

What the others did realize was that deep down, Tyler was actually a bit lonely. Not in the case of his social circle, of course. No, Tyler was missing something else in his life. Something more....intimate. 

He would never admit it to any of the other guys, but he had a feeling of envy whenever Corey was hand-in-hand with his blonde beauty of a girlfriend. He and Chrissy were always so sweet to one another, and while the others teased Corey for it, Tyler had the nagging sensation of a little green monster tugging at his heart. Though he was handsome, athletic, funny, and kind, he just hadn’t found the right girl. Someone who would make him turn into the same love-struck dope that Corey had become.  

Tyler kept this secret to himself, privately moping over his lack of love. He would silently listen to his buddies talk about hot babes in bikinis and hookups in the backseats of cars. Meanwhile, he would long for something far more meaningful. Something sweeter. Something more passionate.  

It followed his thoughts as he followed the others into a local diner one sunny day. They were all young men with monstrous appetites, and being active skaters didn’t help with their rumbling stomachs. It wasn’t much of a place. Just a greasy spoon of a restaurant with comfort food at the ready. What he ordered didn’t matter. A bite to eat would just help take his mind off of things. 

The boys clamored into a bright red booth, their boards littered on the floor next to them. Tyler picked up the menu that had been placed in front of him. He grimaced as he realized a sticky substance that had been coating the menu was now all over his hands. He wiped them off onto his shirt with a sigh. The boys chatted away as he flipped through the menu, looking for something that might catch his eye. His eyes glazed over as he read the descriptions for burger after burger. At that point, he might as well just close his eyes and drop his finger on the menu to pick an order.  

“You boys ready to order?” 

Tyler settled on a cheeseburger, and fries before glancing up to lock eyes with the waitress. His lips parted, but nothing came out as he stared at you, speechless. It was hard to find words when you were the most beautiful babe he’d ever seen. You shot him a confused look.  

“What can I getcha?” you asked.  

Tyler fumbled trying to bring words to his lips. All he could muster was broken “uhs” and “ums.” ‘Smooth,’ he thought to himself as he felt his face turn as red as the lipstick coating your smile.  

“He’ll just have a cheeseburger,” Corey ordered, coming to Tyler’s rescue. “You want fries with that Ty?” 

Tyler whirled around to face him. “Uh, yeah,” he stuttered out. “Fries sound good.” 

You bit back a giggle, amused by how dazed the blond boy was. Clearly, he was so hungry he couldn’t think straight. As you scribbled away on your pad of paper, you made a note to get him an extra helping of fries to help him feel better. All of the other boys had no issue with figuring out what they wanted. Steak and eggs, pancakes, a club sandwich, and much more. It was a good thing you had built up plenty of experience writing down orders quickly.  

“Alright! I’ll go ahead and put this in for you guys!” you smiled, tucking your pen behind your ear when you were done. With a small wave, you turned on your heel to head to the kitchen. 

What the diner lacked in cleanliness it made up for in the style, and that was apparent when it came to your uniform. You adored the baby blue dress that framed your figure under the apron you had on. It was fun to twirl around, letting the skirt swish as you moved. It made you excited to get a little dolled up for the day. After all, a little lipstick and mascara went a long way in charming the customers enough for extra tips.  

After putting in the order for the line cook, you turned to watch the table from afar. You wondered if that one boy liked your uniform. All the guys in the group were cute, but that blond was something else.  

Tyler stared at you while you put in the orders, his mouth still slightly agape. He only returned to reality when he caught sight of Corey’s fingers snapping in his face.  

“Hey man, what was that?” Corey asked. “You fall off your board one too many times or something?” 

“Just lost my train of thought, dude. It was nothin,” he grumbled defensively. 

“Whatever, man,” Corey replied before turning back to his conversation with Radley.  

Tyler leaned back against the booth, completely lost in thought. Corey was right. What was that? He couldn’t remember the last time something had left him speechless. There was just something special about you. He was sure of that as he watched you sashay back to their table with a tray piled high with food. 

“Alright! I hope you guys are hungry! I even threw in a little extra stuff,” you told the group as you placed each plate down. While the others watched their own meals with mouths watering, the cute blond was only staring at you. Seeing how incredibly bright the shade of blue in his eyes was, you couldn’t keep yourself from looking back at him. With a warm smile on your face, you set his burger and extra fries down. 

“If you need anything else at all, please don’t be shy~” you said with all the sweetness you could muster up. It made you feel good to see his toned cheeks flush a soft shade of pink.  

With a wave of your fingers, you left them to their meals. Little did you know that Tyler was barely acknowledging the food that he was half-starved for mere moments ago. Even with you off taking care of other customers, he watched with curiosity and wonder. So much to the point where the boys were wrapping up their meals before he even had a chance to take a few bites.  

“Hey, Ty!” Radley teased Tyler. “You’re takin’ forever to eat! Are you gonna do somethin’ or what?” 

It was only then that he realized how far behind he was on his meal. Everyone else at the table was getting antsy, ready to pay for their own stuff, and hit the streets for more skating. It seemed like the best move to let them go do their own thing. Maybe having some time to himself would help get his focus and appetite back.  

Tyler continued to pick at his food as the boys scarfed down the rest of their meals and slid out of the booth, grabbing their boards as they went.

“You comin?” Corey asked confused as he glanced at Tyler’s half eaten fries and barely touched burger. “Need a box or somethin? I can call that waitress…” Corey trailed off as his head whipped around in search of you.

“No!” Tyler blurted out loudly, prompting Corey to turn towards him with a shocked look on his face. He cleared his throat, attempting to collect himself. “I think I might just hang here a little longer and finish my food. I’ll catch you guys at the halfpipe later!”

“Sure Ty, whatever you want, man,” Corey said as he rubbed the back of his neck. He slapped Tyler on the back as he flew out the door and sped off to catch up with the gang.

When Corey and the boys disappeared from sight, Tyler turned back to his food. He munched on his fries absentmindedly as he thought of what it might be like to hold your hand, to bring you to the rink to watch him skate, to kiss your pretty red lips. He couldn’t stop the smile from etching its way onto his face as he daydreamed.

“I brought you some more!”

Tyler returned to reality at your words. He was met with the sight of your outstretched hand offering him another dish of ketchup. His eyes snapped down to his plate as he realized he had used up all his ketchup.

“Thanks,” he said, reaching out to take the dish. He blushed as his hand brushed against yours. As he looked around behind you, Tyler realized he was the only customer left in the diner. The lunch rush had slowed down for the day.

"Your friends left you behind?" you asked, tilting your head to the side. Being in the serving business, you had seen your fair share of fake friends ditching the black sheep in their group and leaving them to foot the bill. You hoped that wasn't the case for this guy. 

"Oh nah, they helped cover me. I was just takin' too long," he said, swirling a fry around in the pool of ketchup. 

You smiled softly. He really was a cute guy. Having some time alone with him was making your stomach flutter. It made you want to sweeten up his day a bit more. 

"Well, that's a shame because I was feeling generous enough to bring some complimentary milkshakes for the table," you said. The mention of dessert certainly made him perk up. "You got a flavor of choice, hun?" 

“Well, what’s your favorite flavor?” he asked, his cheeks flushed pink. You beamed as he stared up at you awaiting your answer.

“Strawberry’s my favorite,” you admitted. “They use real strawberries and vanilla ice cream instead of just the processed pink stuff. It’s my favorite thing on the menu!”

“Then one strawberry milkshake please,” he said, his lips pulled up into a half-smile as he ordered. He paused for a moment before making an addition. 

“And two straws.”

Your lips parted slightly in surprise. The blush spread from his cheeks until his entire face was red as a tomato.

“I just mean…well, you’ve been working so hard… I couldn’t finish it by myself…if- if you’d like, you could share it with me,” he sputtered.

You smiled at him. “That would be lovely.”

He grinned from ear to ear. “Radical!”

With that, you trotted back to the kitchen to put in his order. While waiting for the milkshake, you wiped down the counters and stole glances at the cute blond boy. When you’d look his way, you’d catch his eyes already on you. It made you smile to yourself every time he’d blush and turn away when he met your gaze.

After awhile you heard the chef call ‘order up.’ When you went to take the drink, your nose crinkled in disgust. Sitting on the counter was a plain strawberry shake. No whipped cream, no cherries, no nothing.

‘No, no, no, this is all wrong,’ you thought as you snuck into the kitchen to add the fixings. You sprayed a mountain of whipped cream onto the shake, and topped it with a generous handful of cherries and a dusting of sprinkles.

When you were satisfied with your work, you picked up the drink and flounced back over to the table. Ever the one to provide service with a smile, you gave the boy a cheerful grin as you placed the strawberry milkshake down. 

"Ta-da!" you said. To add one last touch, you plucked two straws from your apron pocket and stuck them into the creamy pink drink. 

"Woah!" he exclaimed, eyes widening at the sight of the delicious dessert. He could certainly see the hard work you put into your garnishing. "This looks awesome!" 

You giggled at his enthusiasm before sliding down into the seat across from him. Never had you actually sat with a customer to share a treat, but you supposed there was a first time for everything. The two of you each leaned forward, wrapping your lips around your own straws before taking a sip. 

Sighs of delight came from your lips as you both enjoyed the sweet, berry flavor. That really was the good stuff. 

"Damn, that's gotta be the best milkshake I've ever had," the blond boy smiled. 

"Oh absolutely," you agreed. 

While eyeing him carefully, you toyed around with your straw between your fingers. The top of it was marked with the stain of your lipstick. It was the same color as the cherries you stuck in. 

"So…you gonna tell me your name while we're sharing a drink, cutie?" 

“Tyler,” he told you smiling. “My name’s Tyler.”

“Tyler,” you repeated. “I like that.”

He grinned, “And yours?”

You introduced yourself and he smiled, taking your hand in his from across the table. He responded by placing a kiss on the back of it.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he breathed.

Your heart fluttered. “The pleasure’s all mine, Tyler.”

The two of you were a mess of giggling and blushing. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear he could see the hearts in your eyes for him. As your gaze moved from his eyes to his lips, you noticed a bit of whipped cream at the corner of his mouth.

Instinctively, you pulled a napkin from your jacket, licked it, and leaned forward to wipe the cream off. He froze in shock before allowing you to dab at his cheek. When you’d finished, you realized how close you’d gotten. You could practically feel his breath on your face as your gaze flicked between his eyes and his full, pink lips.

"Heh…sorry about that," you apologized before tucking the napkin away. "I tend to be really touchy-feely. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

Tyler was still coming out of his surprised daze as you found your words. He gave a small shake of his head, blond, fluffy locks moving around as he moved.

"It's all good! I don't mind the sweet stuff," he assured you. His lips seemed to be stuck in a permanent smile during the time you spent with him. Not that you minded, of course. 

After all, the more time with him, the better. 

"Speaking of sweet stuff," you began. "You gotta try one of these cherries. My boss always gets the sweetest maraschino cherries he can find. Really makes the desserts extra special!"

You plucked one of the numerous cherries from the top of the whipped cream mountain. The stem twirled around in between your fingertips as you held it up for Tyler to pop into his mouth. 

His lips molded around the cherry, and he bit into it, pulling it from your grasp. He chewed and swallowed before throwing the stem past his lips. Your eyes widened in surprise at such an odd thing. 

“You eat the stem?” you asked with disbelief in your tone.

He shook his head. “No honey, just wanna show you somethin,”

You sighed wistfully at the nickname, watching him intently while his lips moved. A minute or so went by before he pulled a knotted cherry stem from his mouth, beaming as he showed it off to you.

It made you giggle. He was just absolutely adorable. You knew he’d been trying to impress you and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit it had worked. It was making you want to be a little extra playful too.

You leaned forward. “You know what they say about people who can tie cherry stems with their tongues, right?”

He smirked. He knew. 

“No, what do they say?”

A sly smile of your own was plastered on your face. The fluttery sensations were getting stronger now. Tyler was quite the charmer and it was doing wonders on you. 

"I'll tell you…but only if you let me give you my number first~"

The blond boy was absolutely adoring your flirtatious ways. He snickered softly, shaking his head again. The more his hair moved around, the more you wanted to run your fingers through it. His shiny locks looked so soft to the touch. 

"Well if you're gonna twist my arm over it~" he chuckled. 

With that, you took the pen that had been tucked behind your ear, ready to write your phone number down on a napkin. To your surprise, Tyler stopped you, offering his hand for you to write on instead. The two of you smiled bashfully as you slipped your fingers over the back of his hand. While you held him gently in place, you scribbled down your number, staining his tanned skin with blue ink. 

You really were surprising yourself with how bold you were being. Moments ago he was just another customer you were serving. Now you and Tyler were flirting like a couple of high school sweethearts. 

It was a good thing you were loving every minute of it. 

Tyler could see the rest of the diner staff clearing tables and wiping them down. He knew his time with you was coming to an end, at least for today. He opened his mouth to tell you he didn’t want to keep you, but paused because, well, he did want to keep you. 

“I better let you go,” he muttered instead. He sucked in a breath, gathering his courage. “But uh…maybe I could take you for a milkshake. This weekend maybe? Since you got the last one?” he blushed. 

You smiled at him, more than happy to hear such an offer. “I’d love to.” 

He let out the breath he was holding. “Really? Great! I’ll take you somewhere real nice too!” 

You giggled. “It’s a date.” 

“It’s a date,” he repeated, sighing wistfully.

Tyler had a really good feeling about this. About you. Maybe his wish for something romantic in his life was coming true. He couldn’t wait to tell the others about you and the date you had planned. When the time came, he was going to get you the sweetest milkshake possible. Something as sweet as you~

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Paring: Shuji Hanma x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (MDNI)

Word Count: 5.9K

Warnings: Dark content,  All characters depicted 18+, Hanma is a jerk, a hint of Yandere, noncon, nonconsensual somnophilia, explicit sexual content, oral (F!receiving), unprotected sex, cursing, reader is a bit spoiled, drugging, pet names (love, babe, baby, little one), smoking, alcohol. Please let me know if I missed any!

Summary: After ten dates Hanma is sick of waiting for his prize. His chase is almost done and he's about to devour you.

a/n: hello hello! Thank you for taking the time to read! This is my submission for downtown-roppongi's dine and dash collab! Check out the masterlist! Thank you so much to my wife @lady-lunaaa for reading this through and cheering me on! love you! PLEASE read the warnings before continuing to read!

Ten. This is the tenth fucking date Hanma is taking you on. And you haven't let him anywhere near the bedroom. And while he liked taking his time, savoring his prize once he finally succeeded–Shuji Hanma was not a patient man.

He thought three dates was a bit excessive, and you still hadn't even given him the satisfaction of a kiss. But you kept saying yes every time he asked you out, so you had to be into him somewhat, right? 

Even if you weren't into him, he decided from that very first moment that you were his, and he would have you, no matter how hard he had to try. Maybe it's because you made him chase so much. Maybe that was the reason he couldn’t tear himself away from you. Whereas in the past, he would've dropped a girl by now if she wasn't putting out yet. Call him a prick, a jerk, an asshole, call him whatever you want, but he wasn't going to apologize for enjoying himself.  And he knew–just fucking knew he had to have you the moment he saw you in that cafe

It had been a light spring day when he encountered you in that little coffee shop that he decided to visit to get a pick-me-up after a long night out. It was typical and predictable like any other shop–slow jazzy music wafting from the speakers, the smell of freshly brewed coffee covering every inch, and young baristas hustling to make drinks. But then, like a deer in headlights, he came to a complete stop when he saw you, curled up on one of the oversized lounge chairs, your nose pressed into a book. 

He couldn't help taking every inch of you in, though. Beautiful legs curled up beneath you. His mind instantly traveled to how they would feel if wrapped around his hips. His eyes raked to the tiny white shorts that rode up your thighs from how you were sitting, showing more skin than you probably intended. A light pink t-shirt fit comfortably on you, but he wished you wore something more revealing so he could flood his imagination with every aspect of you.

At that moment, he knew he had to have you. The thought of you lying beneath him blissed-out, soft lips open in a pant, infiltrated every part of his mind. And so, without hesitation, he approached you–like a predator stalking his prey. You didn't even snap away from your reading until he was towering above you and cleared his throat.

The way your eyes darted up to him, all doe-eyed and shocked out of the little world you were in, set every nerve inside him on fire. You were perfect, every single bit of you. 

Hanma fell instantly into a persona he pulled off well, charming, interested, and funny. A little bit of small talk, some compliments, and a joke later, he had your number and promised he would text you to meet up for coffee sometime. 

He left that date feeling high and like he was on top of the world. But he didn't expect how hard you would make him work to achieve all those dirty fantasies running through his brain. 

And that's how he ended up here, on date number ten. He left every date with blue balls. Images of you haunted his thoughts every night– your pouty lips choking on his cock or how tight your cunt would clench around him when he finally made you cum for him. The nightly images were driving him mad. He wanted you so bad, there was something about you that he couldn't just give up. He had to taste you first. 

So far, he's suffered through nine excruciating dates with only as much as a peck on the cheek for his troubles. He had already decided by the end of this date it was happening. No wasn't an answer he would accept by the night's end.

Hanma pulled out all the stops to seal the deal, booking a room for you in a prestigious hotel in Tokyo with a renowned restaurant. Both filled with rave reviews. It had cost him a pretty penny, but he had to have you. He couldn't spend another night fucking his fist pretending it was you. So whether you liked it or not, you were spending the night with him.

Hanma waited in front of your apartment building; as the afternoon set into early evening, the sky was filled with light oranges and yellows. You never let him in your apartment either, a thought that enraged him if he spent too long focusing on it. He had spent a lot of money and time on you over the past dates; the least you could do was invite him up. But you never did, always laughing nervously and telling him your roommate wouldn't appreciate an unannounced guest.

So that's why he chose a hotel; because he knew you wanted this, he was sure. He could see it in your coy smile and how your hand traced over his tattoos. You wouldn't keep saying yes to dates if you didn't want this. Right?

Hanma is brought out of his thoughts by the absolutely sinful image of you slowly stepping down the stairs from your apartment. And this, your outfit just confirms how much you want him to ravish every inch of you. You wouldn't wear that if you didn't want him to look and lust after you. It's a tiny piece of blue fabric that shouldn't even be called a dress because of the way it lays on your body. The deep V gives an expansive view of your cleavage that Hanma wishes was a view only for himself and not one you were going to show in public. The bottom of the dress hits high on your thighs; it would be a whole show if you had to bend over. And paired with matching tall blue heels, you looked like complete and utter sex personified. 

Hanma feels blood rush to his groin as he takes you in. Just like every single date, you never hesitated to show skin–always flaunting your curves. He just didn't understand why you wouldn't let him in, wouldn't let him have a taste of what you were teasing. He felt like a child being punished in a candy shop.  

But he doesn't dwell on that too long; if he does, the anger will eat him alive, and he needs to try and make this night go as smoothly as possible. So he plasters on a smile and turns on the charm. Cooing in a sweet, sultry tone telling you how beautiful you are. He doesn't miss the way you shy away, avoiding eye contact, a nervous chuckle–it's so cute it sends another rush of blood to his dick. It was only a matter of time until he had you writhing under him, that shy look dissolved into pleasure as he pounds into your tight cunt. Hanma has to snap himself away from those thoughts quickly. They would only distract him from actually achieving his goal.

He wanted to try and do this the right way, the sensible way, before resorting to plan b. You gingerly take his arm, and he's caught up again in the feel of your soft skin and the clean but light smell of you. You drive him fucking insane. It takes every ounce of control to not move a hand to grip your ass as he opens the passenger door to his car and watches you slide in, and more of your skin peeks out from under your dress. 

The drive to the hotel is calm and boring by Hanma's standards. The two of you talk about your week. You bring up how some asshole at your job tried to ask you on a date without even bothering to pull his eyes away from your breasts. Hanma can't blame the poor sap though you've got a fantastic pair of tits. But it sends a surge of rage through him thinking about another man even laying eyes on you. His hands grip the steering wheel tighter at the thought. Whether you knew it or not, you were his. And he would decide when to let you go.                            

The two of you arrive at the sprawling hotel in the heart of Tokyo. Hanma quickly pulls his car up to the hotel and stops in front of the valet booth. He doesn't miss how the young man attending the booth can’t rip his eyes away from you as he opens your door to let you out. He would've knocked the kid on his ass if he wasn't trying to impress you. 

But instead, he takes a deep breath and tries to chase away those thoughts. His golden eyes  watch you like a hawk, in awe of your beauty. You’re graceful even in those heels as you stare in awe at the immaculate entry way. The marble accents, the glass doors, and the high ceiling of the entrance to the hotel screams high class. 

"You didn't tell me we were coming to a hotel, Shuji," you turn to him, your voice coy and a playful smile across your face. 

Hanma knew very well that you liked to be spoiled. Almost every date you showed excitement and giddiness when he bought you the best wine off the menu or took you to the most expensive destinations. You were a spoiled brat, but that didn't stop him from pursuing you; it made him want you more. He couldn't wait until he had that brat begging for his cock, to know who had control of this relationship. 

"They have a restaurant on the thirty-first floor, my love," He responds sweetly. He knew what you were alluding to in your earlier question; you wanted to be wined and dined but would never say that aloud. But you would surely throw a fit if that didn’t happen. Hanma places one of his large hands on the small of your back, "Only the best for you." 

You let out a little squeak as he guides you to the pristine elevator, complete with a window to watch the view of Tokyo as you ascend. The two of you step in and take the long ride up to the floor with the restaurant. As the elevator ascends you lean forward to gaze outside the window, standing close enough to him that your ass brushes against the front of his black dress pants. And all he wants to do is take you to that room he had checked into earlier today and fuck your brains out. You had to know, right? You had to know your ass was rubbing against his dick. You weren't stupid, but fuck, you were a tease. And it was driving him up the goddamn wall. 

Hanma lets out a thankful sigh of relief when the elevator lets out a little ding indicating it's reached its destination. One more moment with you pressed against him, and there would be no dinner. He didn’t care anymore, he would take you right there, pressed up against the glass for all of Tokyo to see.

But that had to wait until after giving you an extravagant dinner; he would get his reward, just a bit longer, and every moment would be worth it. The two of you sauntered into the restaurant; the table that he had already booked sat completely made up in the private dining area next to a large window where you could look across the skyline. He would have never done this for any other date, none of them had ever caught his interest long enough; but there was something about you that just kept calling to him. He kept chalking it up to the chase, you always made him chase you like no other had before.

Dinner goes off without a hitch like most of your dates do. The two of you feast on fresh sushi and make idle chatter. You've drunk a fair amount of wine, and he can tell you’re teetering on that tipsy edge. Your eyes are lidded, and a lazy smile is permanently plastered on your face. Hanma hopes that will make you more willing for tonight's activities, he lets you order as much wine as you want to help move things along. Everything about this place, the food, the drinks, the price tag he picked with you in mind. Anything to get you to say yes to his tenth attempt to bed you. 

He watches like a wolf to an unsuspecting lamb as you finish your last bite of sushi. His eyes follow the swallow of your slender throat, and he feels his mouth start to water at all those things he could do with your throat. 

"This was so good, Shuji! We should come here again!" You chirp as you daintily tap the sides of your lips with the black linen napkin.

Hanma doesn't fucking care that you want to come here again; all he wants is to lay tangled in the soft thread count of the hotel sheets with you. But he had to play this carefully, had to make sure you were in the best mood possible. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, babe," he takes a breath before extending his offer, knowing that if you said no, he was moving forward with his alternative plan. "I booked us a room here tonight as an extra surprise for you." He folds his hand under his chin and smiles at you, watching your movements carefully, waiting for your response. 

And he knows that the moment your face falls from that happy tipsy face to a frown, that you’re about to turn him down. He can feel the anger bubble up before you even open your mouth. He can't stop the involuntary way his tongue moves out to wet his lips, a nervous gesture he’s had since childhood.

"Ohhh Shuji, I'm exhausted; I'm sorry, you should try to get your money back!" Your words are slurred from the alcohol as you try to console him; he knows you're being genuine; you probably are really sorry, but all he can hear is the denial, the tenth denial. After all the teasing and everything he’s done for you to make sure this night is perfect, you still turn him down. What a fucking insult. 

 He reels in that anger quickly and covers his disappointment with a happy mask "Sure, babe, why don't you head to the bathroom while I call the front desk," he keeps his voice even as he watches you nod and tells him that's a good idea. You wobble slightly on your way to the back of the restaurant where the bathrooms are located, and he knows it will be a bit until you return with you being that inebriated. 

He has to act quickly, though, before you come back. Sliding his hand into the pocket of his suit jacket he produces a tiny vial of clear liquid. Hanma really hated this was the way it had to go; he wanted you willing and pliant beneath him, but this would have to do because he wasn't taking you on another date, not until he got what he rightfully deserved. It was time for you to chase him now. He swiftly removes the little rubber cap, drops the contents into your mostly untouched water, and then stirs it in with your straw. 

He is placing the vile back in his suit pocket when you arrive back at the table. "They haven't brought the check yet?" you ask, a bit of annoyance in your voice as you take your seat. 

"Not yet, my love. Why don't you have some water?" His voice is steady and calm, as his eyes hold your gaze.

You smile at him, reaching out to pick up the glass. It's cool and wet from the condensation in your palm but feels good against your heated skin. The alcohol has made you warmer, so you welcome the cool liquid as you greedily sip it through your straw. You were thirstier than you had initially thought because, within a few seconds, all that was left were a few halves of melted ice cubes sitting at the bottom of the glass. 

Hanma watches as you finish the glass and then set it back on the table with a tiny clink. Next step is to get you to the hotel room, luckily he had already planned each step down to the smallest detail. He knew you'd follow him up like a little puppy when he tells you he is going to grab his things and check out now if they weren’t going to stay the night. "It would be a pain to battle traffic here again," he says calmly as he helps you out of your chair. You slur an agreement at him as you try to get up.

The drug starts to affect you as you sway into his hold. It won't be long until you can't keep your eyes open. Hanma wraps an arm around your waist, the fabric of your dress brushing against his skin. He can't wait to get it off you and see every inch of you. Just a little while longer and then all of you will be his. But he has to make it to the room with you upwards so he doesn’t raise suspicion.  

He’s able to pass the two of you as a loving couple eager to maintain physical contact with each other as he walks with you out of the restaurant. He flashes a smile at the unsuspecting waitress and continues to gently walk you forward until the two of you reach the elevator.

His adrenaline has started pumping through his veins, he presses the up button a few times, smooth marble cool against his finger. Luckily for him, no one else was on the elevator when it dinged to let them know it had arrived. He was sure he could explain that you weren’t feeling well but he’s glad he didn’t have to go through the trouble.  

He guides you gently into the elevator, careful not to let you stumble in your too-tall heels. Your warm, soft skin is pressed against his side as you struggle to keep your eyes open. "Shuji, I'm tired," you murmur, your eyes closed for a fraction of a second as you wobble and then snap open only for them to slowly start sinking again. 

"I know, baby, I know," he comforts you while rubbing one of his tattooed hands up and down your back. Hanma supposes he should feel guilty, trying to comfort you when he was about to do the opposite once he had you in that hotel room. But the ding of the elevator announcing your arrival snaps him out of his thoughts. Besides he had already treated you well ten times now. You can hardly hold up your weight at this point, the drug coursing through your body, pulling you deeper and deeper to unconsciousness. 

Hanma has to hold his grip tightly on your hip so that you don't fall face-first into the ground. He thanks whatever deities are out there that the long hallway is empty as he pulls the key card from his pocket and waves it against the scanner on the door. The door lets out a little beep, and the lock coming undone penetrates the hallway's silence. 

It's a delicate dance trying to gently move you through the doorway without completely letting go of your loose body. The door almost catches one of his legs between it and the frame, but he maneuvers quickly at the last second to avoid a nasty bruise.

The hotel room is standard, with a bathroom at the front and a short hallway leading to a king-sized bed, two night tables nestled on either side, a desk against the wall under a large mirror, and a set of drawers directly across from the bed. He lowers you slowly to the bed, and you fall into the white soft down-comforter without any resistance. Your body is like gelatin now, limbs wobbly and feeling as if they are miles away. Hanma heads into the bathroom to relieve himself; now that he's confident you aren't going anywhere. 

A heaviness settles over you, and you can't keep your eyes open for a moment longer. Maybe if you just close them for a moment, you'll feel better. That's the last thought you have before drifting off into a deep drug-induced sleep. A few moments later, Hanma emerges from the ensuite bathroom to find your sleeping form sprawled along the bed. 

His eyes wash over your curves, and he can't believe he's about to get precisely what he's been waiting for for so long. The anticipation in the room is palpable. Your dress had ridden even higher on your thighs, your lacy red thong peeking out below. Even more, evidence to show how badly you truly wanted this. 

Hanma gently approaches your sleeping form and allows himself to touch your soft skin. Fingers graze the smooth skin of your cheeks. Gingerly he picks up one of your limp hands and watches as it drops like lead once he lets go. 

A sigh of relief comes from knowing you are knocked out; he knew you'd be pissed if you woke up and saw him so close and yourself in such a disheveled state. But for now you were all his, he didn’t have to worry about you waking up anytime soon.

This time, a little less gently, he pulls your limp body to the top of the bed and places your head on the plush pillows. He is able to access every part of you from this angle and doesn’t have to worry about your body falling off of the bed. 

His eyes gloss over your plump lips, spread just slightly, and he can't stop himself from placing a soft kiss on them. The two of you had had quick kisses before but never anything intimate like this. Your lipstick was already smudged from eating, but his kiss left it even more of a mess, and he knew its evidence would probably be staining his own lips. He can't stop his palms from tracing your curves. He's only had quick touches before this, never enough time to fully appreciate every part of your body. To fully indulge in all of you. 

But your soft lips silently call him again, and he can't stop himself from placing more kisses on them. The kisses become rougher as he goes on, his excitement getting the best of him as he cups your jaw in one of his large hands–so fragile beneath his fingers. His tongue snakes its way into your mouth while his hand holds your jaw, so you don't accidentally bite him in your sleep. You taste like the wine from dinner and something he can't explain that's so specifically you. God, he could get drunk on just the taste of you.

Anticipation of what's to come rises up inside of him, and he pulls away from the kiss to figure out how he’s going to take your dress off. Impatience gets the best of him, and he ends up tearing the fabric right down the middle where the V was resting perfectly between your beautiful breasts. 

Laying before him in the ruined outfit, he can't help but feel like you're his trophy, his prize for trying so hard; for treating you so well, perfectly splayed out and ready for the taking. A ferocious need to take you overcomes him, and he finds himself attacking your neck with harsh bites and sucks. He wants you to wake up, see the bruises, and know that you fully submitted to him even if that wasn't your plan. 

Hanma continued his journey down your body, leaving little love marks as he went along. He finally reaches your breasts, always covered before, but always taunting him with glimpses of your cleavage. But now, seeing them free of their confines, nipples pert due to the cold air in the room. They were beyond perfect, everything he could have imagined and more. After taking a moment to truly admire how stunning your body was, he latches onto one of your breasts, pulling your nipple into his mouth as he sucks on it. His other hand is busy with your other breast, pinching and pulling at your hardened nipple. Under him, you let out little moans and whines. The sounds he had only been able to imagine up until now were like a symphony to his ears. 

Hanma didn't want to spend forever on your breasts, even though he knew he could. After giving them ample attention, he sits back; a sense of pride flows through him as he takes in each little mark adorning your skin. You look even more beautiful to him all marked up. He leans down to place another chaste kiss on your lips before moving to your panties. 

The sense of satisfaction surges through him when he sees how they cling to your folds, a dark wet spot already soaking through. The sight gave him a high better than any drug.   

"I knew you wanted this from the very start, you acted all coy but look at you now, soaking wet, and I've hardly touched you," his lustful voice fills the room's silence. "But fuck, I wish you were awake to experience every part of this." 

You let out a quiet moan as his hand dips below your thong and circles your aching clit. He knows you were waiting for him to finally reach this part of you. His golden eyes watch every movement of your face, eyes screwed shut and little whimpers coming from your parted kiss-swollen lips. He can’t help himself; he was ravenous for another taste of you as he captures your lips in a heated kiss.

His fingers move faster on your swollen little bud, but he restrains himself before you fall over the edge. He has other places he wants you to cum. Another soft whine comes from your lips as he pulls his fingers away. 

"My needy little one, don't you worry. There's more to come."

Hanma reaches down and pulls off your soaked thong, mouth-watering when he feels how wet they are. His large tattooed hands grip the soft skin of your thighs as he coaxes your legs apart. Settling your knees on his shoulder he presses his body against yours.

And like a starved man, he dives face first into your core unabashedly. The little whines and mewls falling from your lips only push him forward. 

The taste of you is better than he ever could have dreamed. He would stay here forever between your thighs, tongue lapping at your juices. But he was limited on time; maybe he could spend a day in bed with you in the future–eating you out until you screamed. One of his large hands was on your hip, and he was delighted as he felt you wriggle beneath his palm with every long lick.   

He could tell that you wanted more of him; you wanted all of him.

Continued mewls of pleasure spill from your lips, an angel singing to him. The hand that wasn't on your hip squeezes tightly to your thigh, leaving finger imprints in their wake. His other hand moved from your writhing hips to the little bundle of nerves aching for his touch. He rubs you in tight, fast circles as he continues to fuck you with his tongue. 

Hanma knows your orgasm was approaching quickly by the way you were moving more desperately below him, thighs clenching around his head. In a split second, he decides that he wants to make you cum on his tongue. His hand moves quickly away from your clit and pulls your other thigh away from his head as he fills you with his tongue. And all at once, you’re quivering, shaking beneath him. He continues to lap at you languidly as your juices cover his tongue. Golden eyes watch your expression, taking in every change so that he can commit it to memory. Your body goes limp below him again, but he's absolutely high on your taste and can't stop himself from lapping more of you up.   

After his fill, he pushes himself off the bed to take all of you in. Your face is serene now as you lay in post-orgasmic slumber, but your body is littered with marks from his fingerprints, hickeys, and bite marks that send a sense of satisfaction through him. But the best part of evidence that was left on you was your soaked cunt, wetness glimmering in the room's low light. 

The sight causes more blood to rush straight to his dick, already aching to be freed. He had to have you now. He quickly pulls off his dress shirt and unbuttons his slacks. Left in only his underwear, he gives you another kiss, short but he still manages to press his tongue into your mouth, hoping that you’ll be able to taste yourself when you wake up. His member is aching to be freed from its confines, as he schucks off his black underwear.

He runs two long fingers across your glistening slit to collect some of your essence. Hanma was obsessed with the idea of you tasting yourself when you woke up and he wants to make sure it happens. 

Those fingers work their way into your mouth to coat your tongue with the transferred juices. Hanma is smiling sadistically above you as he shoves the digits deeper into your warm mouth. But he needed to get on to the main event.  

Every moment he feels himself getting harder, the tip of his member an angry red color. He situates himself between your thighs, slowly rutting against your wet lower lips. A moan escapes him as his tip meets the heat of you. Opening your lips with two of his fingers, he swears he could orgasm on sight, seeing how your hole clenches around nothing. Hanma situates you by slinging your ankles over his broad shoulders.     

Every moment had led up to this. Where Hanma would finally get his prize after waiting so long, after treating you so well, and after chasing so hard. He finally is able to fully sink into your warm heat, and it was more heavenly than he could ever have imagined. The sound escaping from his lips was gruff, coming from deep in his chest. You were warmer, softer, and wetter than any of his many fantasies. He couldn't stop his head dropping to your shoulder from the overwhelming feeling of it all, his black and blonde bangs brushing your skin.

He felt your unconscious body clench around his member, urging him to move again. After a few gentle thrusts, he builds up a punishing rhythm, each movement harder and faster than the last.

Nothing he has ever seen compares to the beauty of how you look being fucked. Tits bouncing in time with Hanma's thrusts, parted lips, letting out sounds little whimpers, and your face caught between a mix of serene and pain. God, he wishes he thought to record you, to have this in his possession forever. But maybe he would have that in the future when you come crawling back to him.  

He could tell that both of you were close, though; his rhythm became lax with each tighter clench from your pussy. But he wants to feel the two of you climax simultaneously, to feel you milking his leaking cock as it releases into your womb.    

He had to get deeper, and had to feel you even more. Hanma pushes your legs to your chest as a soft grunt falls from your lips and he continues to slam into you. With this new position, the tip of his cock kisses your cervix with each thrust.

Your tight heat is wrapped around him, sucking him back in greedily. He knows you’re just at the tipping point, and he brings his gaze back to your face to see your expression when you orgasm. "Come on, baby, cum for me," He growls out, pushing as deep as he possibly could.

And like the good girl you were, you cum hard, snapping that tight coil inside you and bringing a wave of pleasure crashing behind it. 

Hanma continues to fuck you through your orgasm, loving how your pussy clenchs and holds onto his cock. And not long after, he’s jumping off that ledge of pleasure, hot thick spurts of cum painting your plush walls. Hanma is panting heavily, trying to come down from his high. 

No sex that he had ever had before compared to this. You were perfect for him. Made for him. And this only proved it even more. The way you held onto him and milked him, there’s no way you were meant for anyone else. He’s reluctant to leave your glorious heat but knows he has to. Pulling with a hiss but he’s delighted to see the mixture of cum seeping out of your aching hole. He leans up to give you one last quick kiss, a goodbye for now. He scribbles a quick note on the hotel notepad on the nightstand–call me adorned with a little heart.  

Still going off of his high, he moves you under the comforter and begins to gather his clothes. Slowly dressing, he tucks himself back into his boxers and slips on his dress pants. And finally, puts his dress shirt back on before going to the bathroom to run his hand through his post-sex hair and fix it before leaving the room.

He looks at your slumbering body before stepping out the hotel room door and slipping the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the handle. Like a cat who had just caught a mouse, he struts proudly towards the elevators. He can't stop thinking about your perfect body the whole ride down. The little sounds that graced his ears when you came under him ring in his ears. 

The loud ding announcing his arrival on the ground floor snaps his mind out of the thoughts that weigh heavily in his mind. But he doesn't let his composure slip as he waltzes out the glass entrance doors and hands his valet ticket to the young boy still working the counter. 

As he waits, he pulls out the small rectangular pack in his pocket and a single slim stick–his other vice, besides you. He lights it effortlessly and takes a long drag, savoring the nicotine hit. As his car pulls up and the keys are given to him, he allows himself one last glance to the tall hotel, wondering when you’ll wake up and how long it will take you to reach out. A thrill rushes him at the thought, at you begging for him to come to you this time. Let the real chase begin. Is the last thing that crosses his mind as he speeds back home.

Thanks for reading!

[kiyoominous]

it’s always been you

blurb: is it ever gonna change, are we gonna be this way forever? are you gonna be the one for me to count on? // or where your roommate’s dates have been bothering you for so long that you finally crack a little. 

pairing: thoma/reader 

content: fluff, little teeny bit of angst, hurt/comfort, slightly suggestive, modern au

author’s note: thank you @xiaosmoon for letting me participate in your collab!! i got a kick out of writing this, thoma is so skrunkly 

friday nights are awful. not because you’re stuck at home missing out on the excitement of night life, you couldn’t care less. perhaps it’s selfish to say but it’s all because— 

“(name)! can you open the door please, i forgot my keys!” a bright voice calls from beyond your front door. 

— of him. thoma, your beloved roommate. 

it’s presumptuous to slander his name like that because who is thoma if not the most kind and gentle soul you’ve ever met? from the moment you met him in high school, he has only proven himself to be the perfect person ever. so much so that you fell to his boyish charm and tender heart. thoma is so full of love for everyone and everything and has perhaps a little too much of it with the way he spends his fridays. 

most friday evenings, you’ll spot thoma dashing from room to room in the apartment you share. a jacket will be slung over his shoulder out of one room and he’ll slip it over himself out of the next. 

“where are you off to?” you’ll ask tentatively, dreading the answer that you know you’ll hear. 

“on a date!” he’ll chirp back more than half of the time and the pit in your stomach will expand a fraction more from the last time you heard that reply. date night after date night, you���d find yourself itching to grab his hand and begging him to stay in for the night. 

back to you, you're standing at the stove cooking dinner for one. it's a habit you developed after countless friday nights alone, one way for you to cope with your blooming jealousy that isn't lifelessly lying on the couch. though, would you even want to use that word? 

two pots sit atop of the stove. one is filled with mince beef that has been hastily browned with jarred pasta sauce and the other is boiling with bowtie pasta. oh how you'd love to have an extra guest to your friday night dinners alone, maybe a certain blonde roommate perhaps. 

as you inspect your pot of pasta, a flashback from moments ago plays. a call from a man who forgot his keys, a door hastily open and thoma standing in the cool evening breeze in all his glory. his golden hair was a windy mess and the smile that adorned his face appeared bittersweet. that would be a question to approach later, you supposed. it was an adorable sight but you weren't sure if you wanted to give yourself permission to be soothed by him when he was lighting up some undesirable fire in your mind. 

speaking of, out he comes fresh from the shower. his hair is a damp and scruffy mess but goodness would you be lying if you said he didn't look good. thoma quickly runs his hand through his hair and it does absolutely nothing to calm your poor, quickening heart. 

“how was the date?” you ask, attempting to sound indifferent. it sounds a little stupid coming from your mouth like that, leave it to you to try and look cool. 

“well, it could have been worse!” he replies, settling himself on the dining table that sat a few metres from the kitchen. could have been? a questioning hum passes your lips and thoma opens his mouth to continue. 

“she stood me up. i waited for her for an hour but she was a no show. so, i quickly ran out of the restaurant.” his hand scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. a quiet mumble of "oh, that sucks" leaves your lips as you whip your head back to the stove. it's a desperate attempt to turn away from him, to keep him away from your thoughts even though he sits metres away from you. 

silence hangs through the air as you put way too much attention into watching dinner cook and thoma is no doubt fiddling with some thread on his clothes. he does that when the air feels a little awkward, when there's nothing that words can soothe. you stir the marinara a little, avoiding the burnt spots that were sure to be at the bottom. perhaps it’s not the only thing being stirred. 

a small growl cuts through the quiet. it most certainly didn't come from you so you turn to the next culprit. 

"i haven't eaten yet." he quickly defends himself under your sharp gaze. 

“you didn’t eat when you were there?” 

“oh that would’ve been a smart idea actually.” 

a heavy sigh escapes your lips and you return to your pasta. with the bowties almost reaching the pot's brim, you were sure that was plenty for the two of you. how unusual, usually thoma is the one plating up dinner for the two of you when he is home. 

pale yellow bowties on a plate, ruby red sauce on top and a generous shave of parmesan. sure, nothing to rival the likes of thoma’s cooking but enough to quell his growling stomach. 

with two plates of pasta in hand, you walk over to the table and gently serve thoma his meal first. with a gentle 'thank you', he gazes at the not-quite-perfect meal with a small smile gracing his features. there was a certain glimmer in his eyes that you almost missed, an excitement that you felt was inappropriate for the average quality of food you were feeding him. 

the both of you eat your silly little pasta in silence. deafening silence. a quiet so thick it'd take a great-sword to split it in two. thoma devours his food with a grateful grin while you sit opposite him, stabbing your bowties a little too full-heartedly. 

it’s not your place to be upset. you know that. thoma can go on however many dates and have however many partners as he pleases because you’re not his. but he’s gone out so many times and you’re running of out things to direct your anger towards. his venus is probably in cancer, he’s too polite to deny a date, he’s way too friendly to everyone. but the issue doesn’t lie in him if you haven’t expressed your disdain, does it? 

“are you feeling alright?” thoma's voice slices through the still of your apartment. you brood in your seat, continuing to angrily poke at your pasta. 

“i’m going to take that as a no. what’s wro-“

“i just- i don't know, i-" you stutter as you try to tell him 'hey, i'm jealous of you and your constant dates because i like you' but the words aren't forming. they're not even stuck in your throat, they just haven't left their cozy little home in your brain. a groan escapes your lips as your hold your head in shame. 

“take your time.” he giggles and you are using every single fibre in your body to not smile back. there's no time to laugh in such a sensitive and serious discussion as this, is there? so you sharply inhale, closing your eyes and praying that the words tumble out of your mouth. 

“okay, i don’t… really like it when you go out on friday nights.” you might as well have thrown up with the way you forced the sentence from your throat. it's so painful to admit, so upsetting to acknowledge that you are turning green-eyed. 

“can i ask why?” thoma asks and you let out another grumble. 

“do i have to admit it?” 

“no but i do want to help you.” 

“that means it’s a yes then!” you exclaim, exasperated. thoma laughs once more, sitting still in his seat once he stops. he's waiting, watching, and you feel guilty for taking so long to talk. but it's so embarrassing to reveal the ugly green that floods your visage the second he locks the front door to go out. why should you when you could go out on dates yourself? perhaps you're hanging onto whatever feelings you've had for him since high school, hoping that one day he'd take a moment and see you. 

“do you want to play twenty questions?” you don't even have to look up at him to know what he's doing. there's a slightly mischievous grin plastered on his face and you can hear it in his tone. 

“no."

“no?” 

you shake your head to reaffirm. “...i’ll try and talk now.” you suck in the deepest breath you can from the depths of your diaphragm. a sharp exhale out and you can hear yourself saying: 

“i’m-i like you… and i feel...”

“jealous?” he finishes your sentence and it's sweet but your heart aches for more. 

“yeah.”

nothing passes his lips or yours for a time. you can see the cogs turning in his head and you have to admit, it's a little unsettling. is he plotting what to say, what is he going to say? does he- 

“wait, you like me?” thoma interjects your rushing train of thought. 

“that’s what i just said! yes!” embarrassed, both of your hands rush to hide your face from him. you can hear a chuckle escaping from his lips, which displeases you more because why is this so funny to him? 

his laughter dies down and soon after, you feel a warmth gracing your hands. it's a pair of his own and they're prying your hands from your face. feeling uneasy under his gaze, you quickly turn your attention to the floor. the linoleum has quite a... linoleum-like quality to it, you muse. 

“hey, look up.” thoma's gentle voice cuts through the quiet. he's still got a hold of your hands and with the way he's gripping them, he has no intention of letting them go. you're hesitant but you slowly do as you're told, meeting his eye line once again. 

“i like you too, a lot. i’ve actually had feelings for you since high school.” 

“since high school?” 

“yeah! i was too scared to do anything about it though and i figured that i didn't have a chance." he confesses as he starts tracing circles around your knuckles. as if he didn't have a chance. if high school had a sliver of knowledge of his feelings for you, you would've taken any shot to be with him. 

there's a million questions flooding in your brain but you figure you can leave them for later. his lips are starting to look soft to touch and his chest seems comfortable to lay on and you'd much rather attend to those thoughts first. 

“is that why you’ve been going on dates? to… get over me?” is the only question you're letting yourself ask. 

“yes, something like that.” is his meek reply. you bite your lip to stop a grin from forming. you could gloat about this after. 

“i guess you don’t have to do that anymore.” 

“i guess not.” 

you fix your eye line to thoma to see two pairs of emeralds staring at you lovingly. a beat, a flicker down to your lips and back up to your gaze. 

“i saw that.” you scold, biting back a smile. thoma returns your look with a bashful grin. 

“does this mean i have permission?”

“only if you ask.” 

his eyes continue to lock with yours as he slips his hands away. you miss the warmth but you don't mind, it'll return to you in a moment. 

“may i?” he requests under his breath. you nod slowly, scooting your chair around the table so that you're easier to access. thoma's face is all soft smiles before his hand finds its way under your chin, pulling you closer to him. a slow breath in and out and... he kisses you. it's gentle, it's soft, it's meek and you're melting under his tender touch. 

as he brings a second hand to cradle your jaw, yours cling onto his blonde locks. a quiet gasp escapes his lips with your grip and you feel him sink deeper and deeper into your kiss. the way he moves is so fervent, so passionate, as if he’s drinking up every last drop of you. you lose your mind to his lips and with each movement, you feel a starved man indulging in the taste of an oasis. 

in the midst of his drink, thoma parts his lips from yours to gaze at you once more. 

“it’s always been you.” he whispers and you’ve never heard his voice soften this much before. it’s hushed and gentle and oddly reverent for a man who was quenching his thirst for your lips. 

you glance down at his mouth and see a soft red colouring the skin, the surface perfectly plumped. you are ever-so-sly, proud of your work, and you can’t help but imagine the velvet of his kiss trailing from your lips to your chin and then elsewhere. thoma seems to take notice of your hunger as it’s all it takes for him to return to you again. 

if thoma is a wanderer in the desert deprived of drink, then you must be a starved animal. a beast lurking through miles of forest to find a meal to discover a feast laid out in front of you. and you kiss and you nip and you savour the taste of him. your hands run their course through his hair then down his face. along his shoulders and then across his back. up his chest and down again. any attempt to bring him closer to you, you will make and thoma lets you satiate that hunger. 

it's a while before you let him go. your parting is reluctant but with the way the two of you huffing and puffing, there was no way you'd deprive him of any more air. another look into his emerald greens and you can see a dizzied look in them. he's even stirring around a little and if you squint, there are little birds and hearts spinning around his head. thoma is kiss-drunk, out of his mind, and it's cute. 

“we have a lot to talk about, mister.” is all you can bring yourself to say in between breaths. 

“we can talk about it on the couch?”

“sure.”

[adamfoolcry]

i hate you, i love you (k.dy)

it's valentine's day and you try your hardest not to fall back in the arms of one kim doyoung - your former boss, recluse and closed off, your fuck buddy - whom you are completely in love with.

pairings: CEO!Doyoung x Fem!Reader, Johnny x Fem!Reader rating: 18+   genre: angst and smut  warnings: swearing, explicit sexual situations - hate sex, dirty talk wc: 3k+ prompt: 'i hate you' 

a/n: This is a part of Candy Hearts Collab hosted by @127-mile . Text in blockquote are text messages.Thank you for beta reading simmi(@sly-merlin ) and indi(@ncteaxhoe​). Not proofread excuse the mistakes please contact me if you would like to do so. Enjoy! - xo aria

Doyoung:

I don't know if you'll even read this but if you do, I want you to know that what we have for two years was not a game for me. Maybe we can't start being honest with each other. When you make up your mind you know where to reach me.

Mina really knows how to dress you up to the nines, you'll give her that.

"It's not bad," you nod at your reflection approvingly as you examine the dress you wrestled yourself in, clinging to your body in the right places effectively enhancing your silhouette. The soft silky texture of satin feels exquisite against your skin however you can’t exude the confidence the dress might have channeled you with. You don’t feel grand in fact you feel the opposite;

You want to cancel the date.

"Oh for christ's sake, ______. Maybe try to put some enthusiasm into this," Mina spun you around to face her, your back to the whole body mirror where a while ago you two were examining the outfit she picked up from the back of your closet - where dressier clothing of yours reside not seeing the light of the day unless for special occasions. 

Placing both her hands on your shoulders, "You were so excited when you called me to pick something to wear. What happened?" She further inquired.

You heave a sigh, "I don't know I am just not in a mood to go out on a date with a stranger," you admitted.

Mina pulls your eyes back to hers, gleaming with determination. "You are ______, an economics major who graduated on top of her class, who landed a new job as a senior financial analyst despite being in the industry for only three years. Now repeat it," Mina orders you.

"What does it have to do with -" you rolled your eyes, and whined dramatically.

She clicks her tongue on the roof of her mouth in displeasure, "Go on say it"

"I am ______, graduated on the top of my class and landed a new position as a senior financial analyst despite my tenurity," you mumble in a low voice.

"Good," Mina coddled you as if you are an infant who uttered her first word, "now add I am young, smart, and men want me."

You open your mouth to protest but Mina only pinned you with a hard look and you know you will not be getting out of this until you do as she says.

"I am young, smart, and men want me." You did as she told you.

Begrudgingly you did feel a lot better.

This is the third step of banishing Kim Doyoung in your life entirely. 

First is to send a resignation letter - done. 

Second, secure a new employment - done.

Third is to pursue a romantic relationship.

"Now let's get you ready for your date." Mina pulled you to the present, squeezing your bare shoulders to comfort you.

"I know that what you did is really hard. The sudden big change and all but today's Valentine's day you need to have a little fun today."

"I know Mina, now do my makeup." You pulled her to where your vanity table is located as you paste a smile on your face in order to placate her worries.

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If people were to know why you are doing this they might have called you silly.

After graduating from university you were offered the position of financial analyst in his company - a small but budding start up in Tech. Never would you have expected to land a job in your chosen field straight out of college. You are doing what you have envisioned yourself doing: analysing the trends and forecasting sales of the company's cloud solutions. You are comfortable with your current living situation, not what you have imagined after your parents cut you off no longer sending you an allowance. You thought you'd be working your ass off to make ends meet. Thankfully, the pay was high enough for you to live in an apartment in the city, pay your bills in time, and afford luxuries you knew that most people your age wouldn't have the money for. 

Everything seems perfect right? A job that you genuinely love, good pay, living in the heart of the city but of course you just have to develop feelings for your boss: Kim Doyoung. And that complicates everything; enough for you to decide to completely start over again.

Kim Doyoung has managed to worm into every nook and cranny of your life.

Kim Doyoung is a magnetic man, of few words, stern straight brows, and wide shoulders swaddled in elegant suits. He runs the company based on data-driven decisions unafraid of taking risks that produces the highest profitable outcome. Working at his company where all ten workers directly reports and closely works with him, you and your colleagues have developed quite a personal relationship with him. It was not conventional per se but you guess this is how all start-ups operate with a slightly different work culture. Unlike big corporations there is no bureaucracy, filling for leaves can just be a phone call or a visit to his office.

As his only financial analyst almost never leaving his side. You'd like to think that Doyoung might have developed a soft spot for you, maybe not in a romantic sense but in a platonic friendly way. He values your opinion enough that he asks for your input in any pivotal decisions either in work or his personal life. Whether to facilitate the migration to cloud as external contractors of big corporations or to oversee the renovation of his penthouse. And in small things too honestly, after all he asked for your help to decide whether the decor should be a Bohemian vibe or modern minimalistic black and grey.

That was until you fucked after the in-office celebration of closing a big contract. One moment he is talking about the vase that serves as a centerpiece of his dining table that you helped him pick, the next he was pulling your arm leading you to a dimly lit room. 

Yes, you did drink but you were sober enough to protest if you didn't want it; who are you kidding? Of course you wanted it to happen. Not one word of objection was uttered as he pinned you to the wall with your legs circling his waist. Instead of protests what left your lips was series of moans and his name in breathless pleas that he had to stuff your mouth with his fingers or else your colleagues will hear the two of you having sex two rooms away from them.

Doyoung slipped out of you stepping back to let you down.Your stilettos made a clicking noise as it came in contact with the tiled floor that echoed in your eardrums; deafening. Coming back down to earth and from your high is also the moment when you realized the mess you put yourself into by fucking Doyoung - your boss - in a storage room.

You righted both your disheveled appearances - to look as normal as possible - in order to go back to the pantry where the celebration was still in full swing. The tense silence that wrapped the atmosphere makes you want to shrivel in shame, both of you were aware of the line that you have crossed. 

The unspoken words were hanging in the air -

It was a mistake. Let's forget this ever happened. - and you refused to acknowledge the elephant in the room, the stillness making you uncomfortable by the second.

"_______ -," Doyoung started.

"We don't have to talk about it Doyoung." 

You moved for the door, not looking back to peek at Doyoung's expression. You just wanted to get out of the dusty storage room, the stuffy air and Doyoung's proximity, suffocating you. 

You thought you were smart enough not to make the same mistake again but you seem to have a penchant for getting hurt because you did it again and again every chance you got. When the effects of orgasm are wearing off and you are left naked and vulnerable you always find yourself swearing that it will be the last time but you already knew you were lying.

You just can't get enough of Doyoung even though it hurts to pretend that each encounter was meaningless.

Sleeping with someone where you never knew where you stand at is excruciatingly painful. 

You can't be jealous when you hear about the new girl he's with because you have no right.

It is painful when Doyoung gives you some false hope. Visiting you almost everyday in your small office bearing lunch for the two of you. He often spends half of his day loitering in your space, perching himself on the corner of your desk pushing around the knick knacks around your desk while you are busy with work.

Only to dash it when he tells you about the latest girl he's seeing which would mean your ears would bear the brunt of his relationship woes until it falls apart only for the vicious cycle to repeat again when he found himself in another one of his flings.

Everyday as he asks for relationship advice you feel yourself getting worn out and the green eyed monster roaring it's head, you try your hardest to tamp it down with your rational thinking. 

What hurts the most is he started his series of flings a week after you hooked up, rubbing on your face that it means nothing to him at all.

So after countless hours, days, and months of anguish you started planning your escape.

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There are so many thoughts running through your head it starts with: Did I overdress? Is Johnny having a good time? 

Then drifts into completely unrelated manners.

Did I manage to say goodbye to all of my co-workers? Clear out my desk in my office? Surrender my elevator pass to the friendly security guard? Retrieve my favorite mug in the pantry? 

Will everything be ok? Will I excel at my new company? Will I fit in a big corporation?

Will I miss Doyoung?

Am I doing the right thing?

Johnny cleared his throat which broke your reverie, your eyes settling in his face but Johnny seems to find the table napkin worthy of his attention rather than maintaining eye-contact with you.

"I had fun today but I think -," You see Johnny hesitating to continue his sentence, linking and unlinking his fingers instead.

You get it and you can't blame Johnny for his lack of interest. You were barely with him today after the small talk had died down and the two of you had finished your meals. You didn't make an effort to get to know him, the conversation was one sided as you barely threw the questions back at him; replying in terse short sentences as if you would rather be anywhere but having dinner with him.

"Yeah me too but it's really nice to spend Valentine's with you though and getting all dolled up. Makes me forget I am single," You joked and flashed him a smile; relieved, Johnny finally met your eyes as his actions mirror yours curving his lips into a smile.

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You hailed a cab for a ride back to your apartment, settling in the backseat you instructed and gave the address to the driver as his radio blasted cheesy romantic songs in your ear, making you feel more disappointed with how bad your date with Johnny went.

As the cab speeds through the city, the citylights intermingle with each other creating a spectrum of colors that bounce back at the cab’s windows, the scenery of skyscrapers blurring past your eyes and your mind returns back to musing which you know is a dangerous territory because somehow your mind always returns back to him.

Doyoung

What exactly did you want to be with Doyoung?

You want him to like you? No, You want to mean something to him, to be the special person he runs to whenever he's devastated, to be the first person he calls when he's completely utterly bursting with joy. You want him to be completely aware of your presence that even just a mere mention of your name will evoke something in him, make his heart beat a little faster and cause some flush to bleed through his cheeks.

You want him to be endeared with your habitual tics - how you drum your fingers in every surface when you are in deep thought, a line maring your forehead between your brows and make his lips itch to kiss it. You want him to be captivated with your idiosyncrasies and find it charming, you want him to adore everything about you that made you, distinctly you.

You want him to want you.

Your phone vibrated and interrupted your stupor and upon seeing Doyoung’s name attached to the notification. Your fingers quickly unlocked your phone, fingers ringing from an adrenaline rush just from the sight of his name.

Doyoung:

Come over?

And just like that you inform your cab driver to make a detour and drive to Doyoung’s instead.

Doyoung opened the gigantic door of his penthouse where he found you on the other side of the door, shifting your weight from foot to foot, nervous to be in the same perimeter as him. When the gap was big enough to see you his eyes roved over to your body and noted that you were dressed up nicely for a date. His eyes then turned into slits as he glared at you.

“Have fun with your date?” He questioned and you can see his jaw set - the muscles clenching tight.

You didn’t answer, you don’t want him to know the pathetic evening you spent with Johnny as your mind drifts to thoughts of him; instead of actively participating with Johnny’s effort of back and forth.

As if knowing that you wouldn’t answer, his arms went to grab your forearms pulling you inside and leading you to the stairs up his loft where his bed is, you followed meekly behind him. Reaching his loft you look around and try to commit to memory the layout of the room; promising yourself that this will be the last time you will set foot in this room.

Doyoung attached his lips to your neck which drew a soft moan from you, spurred by your sounds he continued to ravish your neck oscillating between harshly sucking and peppering soft kisses on the expanse of the skin of your neck. His hands running at your sides smoothly and gradually getting closer to the underside of your breasts with each pass, when he finally cupped your mounds you arch in his palms further pushing yourself closer to him, greedy for his attention from all the teasing that he has done.

When he spoke again it fanned over the nape of your neck making your skin tingle from the warmth, “Why can’t you understand that I am the only one who can make you feel this way.” 

You can smell the residue of whisky on his breath and you wanted to taste it on your tongue even though from all the times you have slept with him you two have never kissed. You have drawn the line there for kissing is much more intimate than slapping bodies againsts each other for satisfaction. Kissing can be done without sexual notions but a simple act between couples and it is a glaring truth that you two were not.

You found yourself naked and sprawled on his queen size bed where you have lain your back many times but never spent a night in. Even the off white color of his ceiling is familiar to you as if mocking you for all the times you said you wouldn’t see it again. As he slips your dress down your body, your eyes water and it pooled in your eyes ready to spill over. ‘This is the last time,’ you tell yourself again, 'this is the last time that I will be Doyoung’s beck and call.' When he was finished trailing his lips down and also discarding his clothes at the other side of the bed you managed to swipe the tears that gathered in your eyes and look at him.

Towering over you he was a sight to behold and you trace the line of his body with your eyes, caressing the dips on his collarbones and the line that leads down to his cock as his face coil into a smirk smug with the knowledge that he can turn you into a whimpering mess.

“What do you want?” He asked while splaying his hands on your stomach, his thumb drawing circles on your clit which made your moans even louder and your pussy clench on nothing. You hate that he was the only one who can make you feel this way, reducing you into a pleading mess as you move your hips to the rhythm that he has set. 

You don’t have to tell him your guttural whines already told him what you wanted and he obliged inserting his length into you slowly, while you gripped his sheets until your knuckles turned white. You loved the way he filled you and the burn that accompanies when he stretched your clamping muscles on him.

So you let all your reasoning go because Doyoung’s cock pumping inside you felt good, too good. 

He knows your body like an instrument, putting the right pressure and hitting the spots that makes you throw your head back repeatedly. You can feel the falter in his quick thrusts and knows that he is near his end. Doyoung makes this one sound at the back of his throat when he orgasms … and you follow suit too as he falls apart.

It took a few seconds for him to untangle his legs and arms from your figure and it took you a couple of minutes of staring at the walls, waiting until you felt your legs can support you before you stood up and searched for your dress and undergarments. You can hear the rustle of the sheets as Doyoung sits on his bed watching your back as you slip on your panties and pull your dress back in its place.

“So tell me why did you leave the company?” Doyoung asked, his voice ringing loudly in your ears.

“I told you already I want to work in a big company,” You try to answer nonchalantly.

“Really? Or does it have something to do with me?

“Oh for fuck’s sake Doyoung. The world doesn’t revolve around you!” You shouted at him as you turned around to face him. Your ire rising as you see the cold stoic look on his face - unaffected by your outburst.

“Then why does it feel like you are running away from me?” He stood up from the bed and warily approached you as if you will lash at him any moment.

“I hate you,” (I love you) you whispered under your breath the words not meant from his ears but he heard it anyway. Disbelief painted his features he cannot grasp the reason why you are suddenly acting like this.

He reached out to touch your arm but you swerved his hand like a hurt animal nursing a wound and Doyoung then noticed your bloodshot eyes and defensive stance.

“Don’t touch me. Whatever destructive thing this is Doyoung, I am done. We’re done,” You stated bluntly your voice devoid of emotions a complete contrast with how you hugged yourself tightly with your arms.

“You don’t mean that,” Doyoung said adamantly as color drained from his face, making his pale complexion - paper white. 

“You can’t just walk away,” He added more to convince himself than you because he can see that hard look in your eyes - already set in the decision of walking away from him.

“Watch me Doyoung,” your lips curved into a cruel bitter smile. 

You leave him with those words as he watches your retreating figure until it completely disappears from his line of vision. 

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That night when you received a text from Doyoung, you never bothered to open it, opting to delete it and completely block all communications with him. You need to move on and in order to do it you need to sever all ties that might delude you to come back in his arms again.

You need to escape from Kim Doyoung for it's been due too long.

a/n: Read more of my works for NCT here:masterlist

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top of the castle | t.k.

pairing. tsukishima kei x f!reader

about. your only goal is to be on top of everything. every change he gets, he pushes your buttons and does things that stirs something inside you. it's totally not your heart beating wild in your chest.

word count. 6.3k (this is my baby)

genre & warnings. fluff. angst. swearing. sky castle and highschool au. lots of swearing. happy ending. parents are kind of a jerk. subtle pining. enemies to lovers. bestfriend!kuroo. film major!tsukishima and y/n.

author's note. ik i posted this super late but here it is!! this is part of the promptly yours collab by issy :D ty for being understanding kisses you !? this is my first time writing an e2l go easy on me pls :( quick overview: sky castle is a neighborhood for the rich, and they do everything to be ahead of the other families! big thank you to @rintsuru for beta-ing this mwah i'll edit some stuff here tomo :') reblogs & feedbacks are appreciated ty <3

part of the promptly yours collab ✪

“during the dinner, entertain the guests, and kaa-san will be proud of you.” your mom says whilst brushing your hair multiple times. she sends you a threatening smile in the mirror which forms annoyance in your mind, yet a fake smile ghosts your lips. you clench your fist on your pockets, fingernails digging hard into your palms. last night she came to your door, unannounced, and mentioned that she’ll be having a private party after sending your applications to SNU Medical School.

“time to relax after working hard, a reward too for the parents.” you recall her saying, while running her fingers on your head before she shuts the door. the excitement evident in her movements when you hear the repetitive clicks of her heels. you play with the hem of your pajamas as you mimic your mother’s voice in distress, huffing after while you cross your arms on your chest. if she sees you roll your eyes or heave a disappointing sigh, expect a lecture about manners that'll go on for a few minutes.

when you entered middle school, she started to be strict and always repeated that you’re “only going to be successful when you’re on the top of the castle”. the metaphor she often forces in your mind—enjoying your success and growing money. watching other people force their way to the entrance, but this is where her persona morphs into something sickly sweet. she uses her shit ton of money to compromise, and those people leave as if they never disturbed your castle. in her eyes, you’re the embodiment of an independent, hardworking, and stepping on others kind of student which is something you want to erase.

“sit straight, act interested, act modest—”

“bring down the rivals, except kuroo.” you cut your mother off while a subtle smirk appears on your face, running your makeup brush on your powder blush before putting it to your cheeks. she stops for a moment, the silence makes your palms sweat on your school blazer, but relief washes over you when she murmurs okay, good. the moment is interrupted when your dad screams on the other side, assuming that he’s finding her and checking the table set-up for approval. she gives your shoulder a harsh squeeze before leaving you alone in your room, looking at yourself in the mirror.

“bring down tsukishima.” raising your brows, you try to keep yourself sane because people saying his name irks you. his stupid voice and looks down on you just because of the height difference. he looks down on you when he’s done harm to you years ago, and to the Hara family. when the school year started, you had no clue that he attended Yongsan School for Seoul. his presence immediately annoys you to your bones and when he talks, you have the urge to tape his mouth and watch him struggle and enjoy that he’s suffering. when he enters the room, you almost stand up from your seat and protest but you keep your lips shut. attempting to bottle your resentment and continue with the basic introductions and orientations for the school year.

what he did in middle school is the main factor why you resent him.

-

“your highness!” he yells as soon as you enter the classroom, sending tsukishima a sarcastic smile before you sit comfortably. you try your best to not be grumpy at eight in the morning. good thing that the teacher isn’t here, or you’re in for another lecture about that you should get along and be humble with your classmates.

lame lame lame.

“yeah, i’m a princess hm!” you point a finger at him while you put on a grumpy expression before putting your hands on your waist. huffing a few seconds later, you look through your bag and prepare your cute notebook and pencil. you begin to check the schedule for the day on the first page before reviewing the past few lessons, skimming it with attention that you mentally practice yourself, and clench both of your fists in excitement when you got the right answer. you cross your legs while checking your notes, eager to start the day because you're feeling productive, and seeing the stamps of stars on the first page makes you ecstatic.

-

“hara y/n, did you hit tsukishima?” your teacher’s voice is stern which scares you, but what frightens you is your mother hearing about the issue. you fiddle with your fingers as you rub your eyes, desperately trying to hold the tears threatening to fall. you and tsukishima are left alone in the classroom, with the teacher sitting across from you. the beautiful sunset view from the window is giving you temporary solace, releasing a sigh before answering.

“no, sensei! he- he hit me!” your voice unintentionally going higher, not realizing that you’re getting defensive. you stand from your chair and stare at him, fuming with anger when you see the smirk forming on his face. the teacher sighs in disappointment since he knows you’re one of the top students this year. your attendance streak is all green, never missing a day. what they don’tknow is how your mother forces you to always go to school no matter what happens, that school is the only path to success.

i hate tsukishima, hmph.

“she did, sensei. you saw her holding the book.” your patience is on thin ice because he has the audacity to lie in front of the teacher when he knows he did it. he slaps the book against the back of your desk and you feel the impact on your shoulders, resulting in a high pitched scream and break the momentum of your classmates writing and your teacher narrowed his eyes at you, shaking his head in displeasure before writing on the blackboard. then you hastily grab the book he's holding and about to throw it on his desk but gasps echo on the room. from their perspective, you're about to hit tsukishima with his book while he's looking across, focused on the discussion that's interrupted.

"you hit me with the book!" frustration slowly seeping out while you bounce on your desk angrily. your pigtails get tangled which fuels your irritation. life likes bad boys, you thought while mocking him by copying his expressions, forgetting for a moment that your teacher is watching you make faces on your own. tsukishima waves his hand, fisting his other hand to put it in the pocket of his purple jacket. the loud bell rings and ends the discussion, and you sulk on your seat while he prepares his things. your teacher walks out of the classroom to call your mom, you assume, because of the way he takes a glimpse at you while holding his phone to his ear.

i don't want to go home.

-

“i didn’t do it!” you keep repeating the same sentence as you set a foot in the house. your small hands clutch the strap of your backpack tight, agitated on what she’ll have to say on what happened. your teacher called your mom and had a quick discussion while you bowed to your mom before going home. the awkward silence caused you to grab your backpack and stand behind her, looking down on your shoes to distract yourself. when the both of you entered the car, she didn’t spare you a glance, even on the rearview mirror. the good thing is your favorite song is playing which soothes your worries temporarily. but the car ride was mentally exhausting and your nervousness kept boiling in your chest.

-

"the one time life is well! and you had to do that." sitting on the edge of your bed, disappointment and frustration join forces in your head while you clench your fist tight. tears trail down your cheeks freely and you have to grip your shorts so you wouldn't explode. hearing her sigh loudly makes you look at your hands to distract yourself from thinking while you sniffle quietly to yourself because your mom tells you to mask your true feelings with other people.

"i'm your princess! i didn't do it!" bouncing on your bed to defend yourself while she doesn’t say anything. she goes to your study table and grabs some of your books and pens. you looked at her in distress, tears forming in your eyes, since your mom's punishments are something you avoid if you have the chance.

-

“ah long time no see! come in!” your mom cheerfully greets when you see the Oikawa family entering the house, bowing down in respect with a sickly sweet smile plastered on your face. he acts like a prince charming when he bows, trying to charm your mother. she acts as if she’s swooned by his alluring smile before she rushes the family to enter the extravagant room, eyeing oikawa while he fixes the buttons of his school blazer. you and oikawa had a while you’re flipping the pendant of your necklace, the loud banter on the stairs a few meters away gets your attention.

“oh! kuroo looks dashing as usual!” she clasps her hands together, the gold rings on her fingers clashing and creating light noises which only you could hear. after they pick up on your mother’s voice, kuroo abruptly stops arguing and casually puts his right hand in his pocket. his mother gives you a soft wave and pecks your mother on the cheeks. you’re not in europe. the thought comes to mind while they chit chat. his father comes to the dining table, leaving you with kuroo for a few minutes. you extend your other leg in the front, putting your hands on your waist, and when you catch his monotone gaze. kuroo looks to the side while the tip of his ears slowly become red.

“ah! i’m glad our parents are okay.” you whisper in front of him while you pat your cheeks and put on your serious expression because your mother always tells you to act elegant when there are guests. a sympathetic smile appears on his lips, knowing why you changed your face in seconds—because you have a reputation to hold.

“mhm, okay talk to you later.” he says before lightly bumping your shoulder with his fist which you return with the same force while a smile dances on your balmed lips. the both of you don’t notice his mom’s gaze softening because of your brief chat.

“yuuji! you should’ve brought your vest!” your mom giggles when she hears the voice of the Terushima family. her covers her mouth with her hand (also her way of showing off her accessories). his mom’s voice is pretty loud so you hear her clearly when they’re on the stairs. a childish whine leaves his lips while his almond eyes begin twinkling in excitement seeing the grand decoration on the entrance. “oh hi y/n! pardon me, and yuuji.” his mom is always enthusiastic and humble.

you raise a brow when you notice the piercing on terushima’s ears. “you pierced?” you point a finger at his ear before the smirk on his face grows, knowing that you’re not allowed to get pierced or tattooed under your parent’s household.

“yeah, you want one?” he leans in with a teasing smirk on his face and slowly licks his bottom lip, and you get a glimpse of his tongue piercing. a tsk leaves your lips before you push him away with your clenched hands. your mom intrudes in your conversation and pulls you to her chest. your mom’s thoughts about you not listening to her and actually getting piercings are running like a hamster on a wheel. his mom covers her face with the palm of her hand, thinking that she won’t get used to terushima bragging about his piercings and possibly influencing his friends to get one. your mom giggles about him and repeatedly pats his back, escorting the Terushimas to their seats at the table—a long and wide one she bought for this day, and a few hours later, the cleaners will struggle to put the furniture back on the basement.

“ah n/n! wait for tsukishima, alright?”

your mom waves her fingers with a smile plastered on her face, leaving the entrance in your hands. going rebel sounds intriguing but you decided to go against it. you intertwine your fingers together and put them behind your back, walking around back and forth along with an occasional twirl because the black skirt whirling is satisfying for your eyes. annoyance bubbles in your chest when she mentions his name, and the fact you’ll escort them all the way to their seats at the table. relief courses through you when she picks their seats further away from your vision.

good, i can’t stand his golden eyes at—

-

“dear y/n, always elegant like her mother!” your dad mentions while the food is being served. the maids delicately hold the plates even though the appetizer only consists of green leaves, a drizzle of oil and other vegetables mixed in. a confident smile comes to your face while the boys giggle along with their parents, knowing that they nudge their waist to go with the flow and attempt to be your parents’ right hand and be their disciple. kuroo kicks your feet under the table while a subtle smirk on his face, and before you could misunderstand his intentions, he eyes the other parents then quickly rolls his eyes after. the clanking of the plates and forks begin to ring your ears and you immediately connect the clues on what he likes to say.

look at them, trying to get on your parents’ side.

you lightly slap his knee with your foot to get his attention, and you successfully do so while not realizing that about to take a bite of the vegetables. while kuroo thinks about embarrassing himself, again, despite that your parents and the other boys are lost in their own conversations, you take a big bite of everything that’s on the plate, not noticing your mom’s stern gaze on your figure. when he’s finished fixing his hair, he raises his brow while you cross your arms over your chest, nodding in defeat while rubbing your forehead, mimicking those disappointed adults you’ve seen in dramas. he covers his mouth while his eyes crinkle, controlling the laugh he desperately wants to let out. you massage your shoulder for a moment because it’s getting uncomfortable but you have to keep your act—act like you have your shit together in front of the guests.

“oh! oikawa-kun, how’s the japanese lit for you?” initiating a conversation between your rivals while the parents reacted quietly to themselves, as if they’re going to witness harsh exchange with words until emotions overtake your head. this is the sky castle, you think while straightening your posture, satisfied when you get a glimpse of him jolting on his seat before putting on his charming facade and entertaining your question.

“easy peasy! bet i’ll get a perfect score.” he runs his hand through his hair, fixing his school blazer and acts mighty with the other people around.

terushima begins to tease him by making faces to push oikawa’s buttons, and you tap your mouth with the tissue before dropping the bomb and witness his face morph to dread. “you know that i check the papers too, right? you’ve got three mistakes already.” bring down people so you can walk forward, you think while oikawa’s eyes are large like the globes you use for geography class. you loosely intertwine your fingers as you press your cheek on your palm. your mom peeks at you, amused, at your actions that she fights the urge because a smile is threatening its way on her deadpanned face since the beginning of the dinner. the other parents whisper to themselves, especially Oikawa’s parents who look at you with distaste occasionally when they talk. the maids are astonished with your attitude since you're a sweetheart, in the time where your mom is out and does her daily shopping to further decorate the house.

as the dinner continues, you're mentally patting yourself on the back for doing a great job to keep your castle undisturbed. you didn't notice the blonde fighting the urge to smirk to himself because it's the first time he witnessed you being brazen. he takes a big sip of the water, stretching his hands and resting it on his back as he catches your eyes which widens his smirk. resulting to strengthen your rage—and the fact that you're enjoying how attractive he looks.

ugh, let's get this over with.

-

“what? never expected me to be on top?” a condescending tone laces your voice as you cross your legs, the exhaustion you carried throughout the dinner is dissipating when you rest your back on the chair. feeling a certain pair of golden eyes piercing your soul, you intentionally ignore the sweating of your palms and curl your toes inside your shoes because you keep moving as long as you feel his eyes focused on you. the sassy persona you’ve worked hard lasting long is crumbling, as if tsukishima is taking his time to disassemble the pieces.

“finally we’re away.” terushima whispers to no one before running his fingers on his hair. all of your parents settled on the tea room as your mom calls it to chit chat and relax for a few hours and you know she'll subtly brag about your achievements in school and the furniture around the house that are only available to the rich she quotes.

"away from our parents who force their dreams to us? hell yeah." oikawa added before stretching his neck, the table erupting into laughter because what he said is the truth.

"hey! too mean." narrowing your eyes at him and seconds later you realized how contradicting you are. you scold the brown haired for being mean (when he only said the truth) yet you call oikawa earlier on the dinner for having three mistakes on the test of film studies. the silence stopped you from saying something further so you sit back, looking at the lights and decorations hanging on the wall so you won't embarrass yourself further.

we're even i guess, oikawa whispers under his breath before looking at you, his smile not reaching his eyes. you slap your cheeks while you're looking hard at oikawa, not noticing how the blonde plays with his fingers before looking at you, his eyes glimmering of mischief. since tsukishima knows what pushes your buttons and he always uses it to his advantage.

"stop the good girl act. you feel that way too, idiot." he cleans his glasses with his vest while his eyes narrow and look at you. as you look up and stare at him, you’re perplexed seeing him without his glasses and get amazed on how golden his eyes are. while your arms are flat on the table, his words earlier came back crashing on your head. good girl.

“good girl act, huh? why? you want me to be a bad.. bad girl tsukishima-kun?” you retort back quickly, and you’re pleased with your counterattack since hearing low whistles and gasps beside you fueled your ego. you raise your brow with a mocking smile on your lips to taunt tsukishima even more, intentionally ignoring the repetitive beating of your heart. you felt kuroo kicking your ankle under the table but you dodge his kick since you didn’t want to be bombarded by his remarks because you know he’ll never let you forget about this moment.

“and what if i do, princess?” he raises his brow in return, resting his chin on his palm while cocking his head to the side, amused with your response but he wouldn’t let you know that. you’re obviously dumbfounded, hating the way he uses that nickname casually in a conversation. the uneasiness you’re feeling doesn't go away when you feel eyes on you, eagerly waiting on what you’ll have to say. you clear your throat and you’re about to say something when-

“okay! y/n you got ice cream?” terushima jumped in the conversation before the tension rose on the table. at first you’re bummed when he cuts you off suddenly but you’re glad because you’re not going to talk to tsukishima after this. nope, you keep repeating to yourself. you nodded and led the way to the kitchen, slapping your cheeks lightly with your fingers to snap out of it.

-

“y/n, suck it up and do the first move.” kuroo murmurs louder to mortify you before taking a bite of the ice cream from the glass, his smug expression makes you want to punch him right there. you playfully kick his chair while you mindlessly mix the spoon on the glass, the ice cream melting as time ticks by.

“what- i’m not- you jerk!" their eyes fall on you since your voice tends to get loud when you defend yourself, and you forget about that while kuroo annoys you on purpose. you grumble shut up under your breath, cupping your cheeks while a frown takes over your face. you angrily grab the scooper to get more desert, also denying the thoughts running in your mind and shake your head in the process while whispering no, that can't happen!

"you're screwed, my friend." kuroo waves his spoon in front of you and you grit your teeth in annoyance while a frown takes over your face. a part of you wants to give in and admit you’re feeling something for him but you’ll stick on what you’re good at-denying. you pout in defeat and sulk in your seat, your eyes falling on tsukishima sitting in the corner. he’s in his own world, taking a bite of the ice cream and repeatedly tapping his foot on the floor. you assume it’s because of the music he’s listening to because of his tangled earphones put on. when he caught your gaze you turned away a little late meaning he saw you. shame clouded your head and desperately try to distract yourself from him, and look at oikawa acting high and mighty, anything, so you won’t spiral back to your thoughts full of tsukishima.

“the hell!? no i’m fin-” he waves his hands and doesn't listen to your stalling, since he knows you’re doing that to convince yourself and not him. you scowl at him and cross your arms together, chanting to pull it together since you get aggressive when someone’s caught you so you cross your arms together and clench your fists. (you thought you’ll have wrinkles earlier than others because of how much you’re frowning).

“i saw what happened, don’t even.” he cocks his head to tsukishima’s direction with a grin on his face and he knew he conquered victory between the banter. you sent him a sarcastic smile before checking the others chat to themselves and hear the faint laughter of the adults in the other room. your mind starts to imagine what it's’ like to talk to your crush.

no didn’t say that!

“this is fun.” he added, which deepened your scowl and you clearly heard the teasing tone laced on his voice. you roll your eyes playfully while he ruffles your hair, and you’re bummed because you know he is right. don’t pull the bad girl card, he murmurs and twirls the ends of your hair. your thoughts halted when you heard the two words that brought you back to the situation earlier. you hold your breath while stretching your arms straight on the counter, hurriedly thinking of a witty response.

“hey! he looked good…” you closed your eyes quickly then you got a glimpse of tsukishima smirking and the way the nickname, princess, rolled off his tongue is making the tip of your ears faint red and sensitive. where’s the y/n that hates tsukki with all her guts? kuroo whispers and laughs hysterically after which caught the attention of the others. you know he’s teasing you for fun since you two often have light hearted banters. the urge to punch him in the face crosses your mind because there are times he knows and you know he’s right, it’s on you not wanting to admit it. his hand ruffles your hair once again before smoothly interrupting oikawa’s bragging, while your thoughts go on an overdrive in your head.

-

"miss pres! wait for me!" you stopped in your tracks and waited on the right side when you heard akari jogging to you. a dejected pout appears on her lips. she hangs onto your arm and grips it tight, catching her breath because you didn't wait for her outside after the film classes ended.

purposely digging her nails as her payback, because you didn't wait for her outside after the film class ended.

"damn, it's hard being the best friend of the student council president." she says with a defeated tone while fixing her skirt. your face scrunched up in response before walking together on the hallways. akari begins her rambling about the upcoming output your professor mentioned. you tightened your hold on the folders, frightened that the stack of folders will slip out of your hold since fate can be cruel, you muse while pushing the folders close to your chest.

"i can carry folders too, you know." her laughter echoed in the hallway when she saw your reaction! furrowed brows, a pout on your lips before you hesitantly gave half of the folders in her waiting hands. before you could explain what the folders are, you hear her gasp when she sees the title, in bold letters—CLASS 3 FILM STUDIES TEST RESULTS. she overheard you and the professor and learned that you're also checking the papers because professors trust you that much. akari likes seeing you lose your cool in public so she lifts the side of the folder. though it gets exhausting, you endure akari and her antics since despite her teasing she knows her boundaries. she's a good friend because holding the titles student council president, and top student scares away potential friends you could have. students gossiping about your family and status doesn't make things easier. so when she approached you in the library and blunty said you're taking her seat, you're grateful despite interrupting your study session.

it's safe to say that you didn't give each other good first impressions.

"miss pres, faculty room right?" akari's voice breaks your train of thought and wonders how you didn't hit anyone along the way since you take a few turns before seeing the faculty room.

"mhm."

-

“kari! let’s go back! i can convince sensei.” you whine quietly and stomp on your feet, you’re definitely ignoring your heart about to jump out of your chest when you see a glimpse of a blonde in front of the faculty room. after the party you held a few days ago, you didn’t pay attention to him and avoided him at all costs because you’re trying to figure out if feeling something to your rival is a big deal or not. you tighten your hold on the papers, a pout coming to your lips while akari is amused on what’s happening right now. she’s clearly not expecting you to go to the other way and avoid confrontation with the blonde.

“he’s there! i can’t face him!” you added and jutted your lips into a pout. in your head, you could roast him with other people because you have a perfect reputation to keep. she sighs for a moment while you stand there, she transfers all the folders in her other hand before smacking you in your arm. a shriek leaves your lips, not expecting your friend to hit you in the hallway. you knew you lose the disagreement when you see her as if she’s saying really? i’m done with you through her face. she puts a hand on her waist while she steps on the floor. a habit of hers that you noticed through time. you fix your hair that’s blocking your sight before nodding your head.

“fine… whatever.” you narrow your eyes and point a finger on her direction, acting like you’re threatening her but it didn’t have an effect at her. both of you silently walk towards the faculty room and finally see tsukishima in all his glory. he’s slightly slouching in front of the door because of his height. you quickly look at the other classrooms, acting as if you never saw him and ignore your heart beating at a quick pace. you’re in front of the room, just behind him and realize how tall he is. he looks back and catches your gaze before he smirks and waves at the professor inside. (they are clearly victims of the good boy facade he puts, you think). akari whistles to herself before going inside and gives the folders to your professor while you follow behind.

“ah thank you y/n! and akari. you can have your lunch now.” you bow quickly and smile before you shut the door gently. you fix your blazer and pat your skirt before going to the cafeteria with akari. on the way she keeps teasing you about how you daydream of tsukishima when you’re in class. she keeps mentioning his smirk when you’re eating and you almost choked on the food, since yes, maybe his smirk is attractive you think, maybe, you repeated.

-

“how’s life with rich people?” she whispers since she accompanied you to the library because you’re planning your scenes already and what emotions you’ll pick for the montage output. you stopped writing and closed your notebook, and rolled your eyes playfully because you know what she really wants to ask.

“i know you’re asking about oikawa, so go.” you say while crossing your arms on the wooden table, and stretch your back after writing for twenty minutes. on the time you’re working, she’s humming random songs and twirls her pen on the papers she brought, scribbling lines and occasionally add doodles on the paper.

“tsk, at least i’m proud of it.” she comments while you gasp, wondering why kuroo and her keeps forcing you to admit you like him. it wasn’t that you’re uncomfortable, your answer remains the same, you have a reputation to take care of.

“anyway! i heard you were mean to him.” she adds while burying her head in her open book, it’s obvious that she’s bored but she accompanied you nonetheless. you stopped twirling your hair and you processed what she said. how did she know, you lamented to yourself while your brows furrow.

“terushima… he doesn’t shut up. he might’ve mentioned that.” akari massages her scalp while looking at you, she’s attempting to relieve the minimal pain she’s feeling in her head. you continued to write on how the scene will go but your sentences ended in scribbles. you’re terribly annoyed that terushima talked about the party even, it wasn’t necessary, you thought while biting your lip.

“agh! whatever. it’s the truth.” you cried out after contemplating for a few minutes. you lean back on the chair, drinking from your water bottle to hydrate yourself once in a while. you sigh in satisfaction when the cold water goes to your chest, awakening your sleepy eyes. the silence helps you gain your focus and plan your outfit and makeup on the montage, but akari breaks the silence with a question.

“yeah sure.. the truth. so when are you gonna admit that you actually like tsukishima, huh?” akari prompts her elbow while a cocky smile goes to her face. you hum and stopped writing, utterly confused with her expression.

“well i like him but- what?! you and kuroo should be locked away somewhere.” you rambled after realizing her true intentions of why she asked that question. you kicked her foot slightly under the table to get back at her. she hisses slightly while you bow quickly to apologize. you sigh before grabbing your phone and usher akari to take a selfie in the library, even though her face looks funny on the picture, you’ll still keep it. while she looks through the photos you took, you look at the window and many thoughts keep overlapping but one thought stands out. should i finally admit that i have a crush on him? what if he doesn’t like me though? those are the thoughts you pondered on on the way home and the next few months.

-

it’s been five months since those thoughts spiralled on your head, almost haunting you every night. this day marks the start of vacation, no more school work to do and you’re not pretending to be a good student on campus all year. it's been a few months since you passed the montage output and you remembered how your professor’s mouth is open while watching yours, it boosted your confidence. you picked unrequited and longing which seems two complicated emotions to work on a montage but that’s what you like about it. when you did your shoot months ago, you couldn’t forget the horror on kuroo’s face when he saw the smudged make-up on your face while your dress looked elegant.

you waved him off that time and continued to film the flowers dancing to the wind, the group of birds flying high, and you accidentally filmed tsukishima walking away while the sun hit his direction and it created a warm yet nostalgic vibe. that time he didn’t give you insults or anything but god, he was cocky. kuroo and oikawa noticed how things changed on the two of you, because normally they’d be seeing you going at each other’s throats. but you did your own thing, and you didn’t complain about filming him and instead he saw you giggling to yourself while looking at the camera. the black haired finally connected the puzzles together and came to a conclusion: you’ve come to terms that you like tsukishima.

-

“i really like him! believe me.” you defended and hugged the pillow laying on the couch. you invited tsukishima to your house to convince your parents that you like each other even though you’ve been together for a few months already. when you often walk with your boyfriend (calling him that still makes you blush), you always see oikawa and kuroo snickering to themselves, and you teased kuroo that he replaced you with another. sadly, your mom didn’t like the idea and she went to another country to calm down, you think. that time you realized where you got your sulky attitude from. your dad acts casual and asks questions one at a time. you’re grateful because you couldn’t handle many questions at once and the accusations you’ll hear from your mom isn’t what you wanted right now. your dad giggles when you act pouty and defensive, while tsukishima bounces his leg to relieve the slight to little nervousness he has, he convinces himself. it didn’t help when kuroo grip his shoulder tight and give a little speech on how to protect you and show how to care.

“she does… unfortunately.” he whispers the last word which infuriates you and hits his head with the pillow lightly. your dad didn’t hear what he said so he glares at you, shaking his head, as if he’s saying not to hit your boyfriend. you pout and cross your arms, and give him the face that’s supposed to threaten people but it doesn’t work for him. (one time, you realized you’re friends with people who have resting bitch faces).

“do you want me to be your enemy again?” you threaten him but you fail because a big smile goes to your face. you fix the hair clip on the back of your head to keep your hair away.

“sure if it means i can see you be angry but look cute.” he retorts back and while you're about to explode, from your peripheral vision you see your dad giving him a big thumbs up and an awkward wink. he sends him a nod and acts cool.

"hmm, now i get why you like each other y/n." your dad comments he pats the space beside him. tsukishima gently rubs your lower back before letting you go, even though his heart is beating wild in his chest. you sit beside your dad before tightly embrace him, relieved of his reaction to your new relationship.

"thank you dad. we'll protect each other, don't worry. you can kick him if he broke up with me though." you whisper the last part so the blonde wouldn't hear you (he's suspicious based on the narrowing of his eyes and the gaze you feel at the back of your head). he pats your back while giggling lightly and stand up. he enjoys seeing you lost in your world and see the genuine happiness glowing in your eyes. this is something he should've done sooner, he thought because all these years you're caged in this house, alone and lonely.

“tsu-ki-shima-kun, let’s go?” you tease him because he once told you that calling him like that stirs something inside him. you giggle and look to him softly, an indirect way of asking permission to loop your arms together. you respect his boundaries, always, even though it didn't seem like it a few months ago. he nods and pushes his glasses, and you loop them while seeing his ears down to his neck go a little red.

“hey, let’s go to the library. it’s quiet there.”

you get out of the house and wave to the idiots (kuroo and oikawa) as you call them before going to the library with him. you had nothing to study for and you knew why he wants to go there, with you, you just know.

this is the sky castle, the place where you bring down people to walk forward. but after thinking about it, walking together with tsukishima doesn't sound bad.

[tsumuniri]

━━━ Atsumu Miya is a free-loader. Living inside his twin brother's home as if it was his, he would bring home girls and annoy Osamu most of the time. Y/N L/N is quite the opposite apparently because she's a virgin loser. Being the popular anonymous BL mangaka known as Yamazaki, she stays in the homey abode of her parents and watches boys from afar for references (not for admiration sadly).

Now what will happen if fate decided to tie these two idiots together and made them live across each other in one apartment?

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ONE ━━ THE TWIN BROTHER’S DECISION

"SO THAT'S THE TEA?"

You nodded dejectedly and raised the Tuna Mayo Onigiri in the direction of your mouth. You bit into the delicious rice snack, humming in delight as the saucy and sweet flavors of tuna cheered you up just for a slight bit. "They said that a girl my age shouldn't be living with her parents and should finally get a guy instead of drawing an imaginary one. You know that they're old school, Mai." You said, mouth full of rice bits and tuna.

The female ran her fingers through her short bright red hair. "Well, you are 25 now, and you haven't got a boyfriend since middle school," She propped her elbow on top of the round wooden table, resting her chin on her palm. "But they should've told you beforehand, right? How are you supposed to look for a residence in a short span of time?" She asked and watched you devour the onigiri meal with such ease. Her black-colored eyes held an uncertain expression as Mai was concerned for her colleague and friend.

After hearing the unfortunate news directly from your loving parents, your mind had to process the sudden information for two solid minutes. The first person you thought of to call is your closest friend, Mai, your roommate back at art school and a mangaka in the shounen industry. Although the two genres have completely different backgrounds, you two are stuck together like peas in a pod through the grace and glory of fawning over 2d men.

Ain't that great?

"They said I could stay back for two weeks until I could find a place to move in. I still have nine days to move out. And as for the residence part..."

You rummaged through the leather bag slung over your shoulder and took out a creased brochure of a newly built apartment based in the heart of east Osaka with its breathtaking cherry blossom conifers and pious shrines. The leaflet's minimalistic design delineated the idiosyncratic architectural structure of the tall building on the front page. Anybody could tell that this jointly owned establishment may settle for tenants with stable incomes.

For someone who changed the BL archives with her plot-driven works, Y/N could provide the fees to rent a homey room on the clabber-plastered apartment complex.

Mai shifted on her seat and studied the brochure on the table with interest— crossing her legs and leaning her torso forward to get a full view of the given pamphlet. "The building does seem promising. You could even check out your works in the Manga Shops at the city." She remarked as her eyes skimmed through the brochure, taking note of the facilities and rooms for the future tenants.

"Right? I already checked the place out yesterday, and coincidentally, the studio office is close by," The H/C-haired female pushed back the tiny strands of baby hair tickling her forehead as it was annoying her smooth skin. "They even allow pets. The apartment buildings I visited mostly don't allow pets, and the others who do, they have weird-ass tenants whom I don't really wanna be neighbors with." She ended, scratching the back of her neck.

"Soooooo, that's the apartment you're planning to move in."

You nodded your head, "I prepared the papers and told my parents about it. Maybe you can help me move my things out?" You suggested to your friend as your leg overlapped with the other, biting into another piece of onigiri from the porcelain plate.

Tilting her head to the side, Mai let out a light scoff from the BL mangaka's proposition as she gestured her hand downwards. "I'm offended, Y/N! Of course, I'll help you." She expressed her whimsical disbelief through her words. "I thought we were best of friends." The young lady teased.

"After all those collab fan arts of the Akatsuki, why wouldn't we be at this point?" You joked; however, the shinobi anime reference wasn't technically a gag as you both had a history of fangirling over the smexy criminal organization— even if you both had a peculiar taste in men. "By the way, why did you choose this place? Isn't this sort of far away from your workplace?" You questioned the red-haired female, a bit curious on why she decided to meet up with you in this Onigiri Restaurant.

Mai's lips turned up into a smirk as she motioned her finger for you to move closer. "My assistants and I decided to eat here after a hard day's work. By the time we were all seated, our eyes got blessed when the restaurant's owner catered to our table!" She whispered with excitement dipped on her tongue.

"Oh boy, if you had seen him, you would've gotten the inspiration to make a character from his well-sculpted face."

You raised a brow and let out a snortle, "We went here because a hot owner caught your attention? I should've gone with you then." You played along and couldn't help but laugh at your friend's reason for dining out a distance away from her studio office.

Like middle schoolers, you both giggled as Mai continued her story of the dashing Onigiri restaurant owner with her witty play of words. You never had any interest in dating; however, you still bid no mind to your friend's fawning over pretty men who would unlikely pay attention to either of them.

"That owner you're talking about might not visit his restaurant, Mai."

"I know, silly! But I do wonder what that work of art does outside his work."

Osamu is a very patient man. May it be through his responsibility of running an Onigiri business, or may it be just a simple waiting in line at the subway station of Tokyo, the male wouldn't lose his temper nor be frustrated over such trivial things.

But when his exhausted figure slugged inside the comforts of his home and found the living room all trashed with empty bottles of energy drinks and bags of chips, Osamu was finally at his breaking point.

"Atsumu, you mother-fucker... COME DOWNSTAIRS THIS INSTANT!" He burst out, calling out his twin brother's name as he began picking up the trashes scattered throughout his coffee table and his lawson couch. His ears caught the sound of loud footsteps thumping on the wooden-tiled floor as he could immediately tell that it was a certain someone who came down the stairs.

A bed of ruffled blonde hair popped out of the stairway as a certain setter casually jumps into the scene of the untidy crime, walking towards the other twin with open arms.

"Welcome home, Samu! Did your staff make a mistake in the newly-opened shop back at Shinjuku? You look a bit frustrated right now-"

Atsumu stopped himself once he noticed his twin brother standing over the mess he forgot to clean up. His arms dropped to the side while his chocolate eyes shifted over to Osamu's annoyed expression, "Okay. This time, I absolutely forgot to clean up." The male tried to explain himself.

The quiet one of the two shook his head in disapproval, sighing out and pinching the bridge of his nose to calm his fiery nerves. "I found this apartment, Tsumu. I think it's best for the both of us if you could finally get your own place." He stated, hearing the slight choke coming from his brother's throat.

"WHAT?! What made you think that this would be the best for the both of us, Samu?" Atsumu protested, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion as to why his brother would suggest that sort of idea.

Osamu raised his hand and lifted three of his fingers to his twin's eye level. "First, you sometimes disrupt my sleep whenever you'd bring your flings at home," He stated and didn't bother to let the other speak their mind about the issue at hand as he continued his statement of reasons. "Second, you'd sometimes forget to do your lists of chores and often lie that you didn't do them because you were tired from training." He paused for a moment, thinking of a third reason until it clicked in the back of his mind.

"Lastly, you're a 23 professional athlete, who makes a lot of money than what I usually make, and yet, you're living with your twin brother."

Atsumu stared at Osamu as he crossed his arms, "So? You'll kick me out if I don't move out of your place?" He derided, his voice mostly holding a hint of teasing as he knew his brother wouldn't act so rashly over those reasons.

Oh, was the male so wrong.

"Yes, Tsumu. I'm kicking you out."

[escapedchickens]

DBH AU Prompt-Decisions

Another line art and prompt collab with me and my friend @gavimp whom wrote very nice prompts for my line art. This time, we have collaborated to write a prompt together, with me writing part 1 and her writing part 2. She is a big help with me when it comes to fun AUs and she helped me with correcting the hands on the line art above. (Hands are tough to draw) Without further ado, here is the prompt. 

Decisions

"Willard, please wash up. We have Mr. Vasquez coming over for lunch and I cannot have you looking dusty."

"I was only helping Ginger and the others. We sprouted more aubergines than expected and they could use an extra hand with the crates."

"They are tools, Willard, they'll be just fine picking and stacking them. We have a couple of TR models on site to help with that. Including the rude one that gets on my nerves once in a while."

Willard nods and whole heartfully waves to their androids before departing from the garden. He shakes off his dirt riddled boots on the outdoor mat and makes his way to the shower. After washing up, he goes to the master bedroom to pick up some business casual clothes for the lunch date. From his window, he can see the TR 0010 model, Bunty, talking to Ginger and a couple of other androids. How they talk to each other does not seem out of the ordinary, as it look likes Ginger is giving reports of this month's gardening reports to her. What makes it interesting is seeing the two androids slip off the synthetic skin from their hands and shake on it as if they are exchanging information. He blinks to double check the process and shakes his head continuing to change.

"Nothing wrong, just exchanging information. After all, I reassured her that I would try make some improvements."

Some improvement. Nothing big, but enough to keep them satisfied. But how does one keep his many androids satisfied when his wife runs the estate with almost an iron fist. (More iron than the actual robots ironically). She shoves off the idea of them being deviant and berates him for thinking they are other than obedient machines. Machines work and breakdown, that is life. It does not matter that their lifespan are cut by a few decades instead, it just happens. At least for them. His train of thought gets cut off when he hears his wife shrill one more time for him. He quickly combs his hair and rushes downstairs to join her.

At the door, they are greeted by the door of a tall man with hair combed back hair and wearing a business casual suit. He greets the well-dressed Tweedys with handshakes and small pecks.

"Melisha, hello. You look dashing."

"Thank you Mr. Vasquez, it helps to have extra help around the house."

"I can see that. Willard, you look good. Doing a little work out?"

"Not really, I was just doing a little farm work with my androids. It is nice to get some exercise from the work while I get a little extra help."

"That is great. After all, that is what they are for. Day in, day out, just making life a little bit easier for the working man. Of course, from the looks of it, you two got off way easier. Look at this place, it's gorgeous!"

"It is a woman's touch," comments Melisha, placing a smile as she grabs a magazine from a desk. "Are you ready for join for us lunch?"

"Certainly, I am starving. Uum where are we going to be seated?"

"Just the dining room near an open window. The comforts of insides and the fresh air of outside."

"We can see the vegetables of our labour!" commend Willard, smiling wide at his statement. Melisha can only smile while fighting back the urge to smack him on the head.

Mr. Vasquez can only chuckle and take off his coat. "Oh Willard, you have this boyhood charm that carries all the way to here. It's charming. Especially at the state of this world."

The trio walks to the dining room, where three AX models wait patiently near the table. One of them opens the window while two androids pull back the chairs for the Tweedys, and one pulling one for Mr. Vasquez. After settling in, the models simultaneously uncover their lunch and stands back. One of them comes over to pour sparkling water on each of their glass cups. Willard thanked one of them and begins to eat. Mr. Vasquez takes a bite of his meal and swallows it. His face brightens at the taste and continues to consume. He swallows it another before wiping his face. "Your androids put a lot of heart in those meals."

"It helps when the lot of your food is locally grown," Melisha replies "The only things we bought at our grocery store are meats, dessert, fruits. Anything that cannot be found here."

"And some treats for the androids themselves. They are not easy to tend to when you have lots of them at your estate but a little treat once in a while should do. Without them, we wouldn't grow and sell our vegetables for even half of the process. Let alone, have enough for us to eat."

Melish nervously chuckles and drinks her water. "Willard, they're machines, that's what they do. The most we can do is provide them with blue blood and one new limb. Just enough to keep them going."

"I can side with Willard a bit, they look like very lovely girls. It takes a very special man to house them the way you did." He leans over to the window to see the WB unites farm zucchinis from their section. His smile grows wide with a longing stare. "Look at the way those girls handle zucchinis. I can tell they put a lot of dedication on their work. Do each vegetable gets handled differently?" 

"Not to my knowledge." Willard replies "Each vegetable is tend to. Checked on and ready for sale. Some can handle the shipping while others are better off at farmers markets or our own kitchen."

"Interesting." Mr. Vasquez keeps his grin as he consumes his meal. A while after lunch, they go outside and takes a stroll on the path nearby the garden to enjoy the Autumn English breeze and watch the androids continue to work. Willard sees that Mr. Vasquez keeps staring at his androids. The way this man is staring at them looks almost eager.

Mr. Vasquez turns to the couple and stands up straight. "If I recall from your android collecting days, you two had them 'customized' for your household."

"Of course," says Melisha "It takes the authorities off our backs and ensure that they will only stay with us."

"Have you had people borrow them for a while?"

"Only the TR models to help with some heavy lifting for some friends, but that's it."

Mr. Vasquez looks at the androids and steps in closer. "What about for other uses?"

"Uses?" asks Willard. "You mean like a neighbour borrowing a maid to clean while they are on holiday?"

Mr. Vasquez chuckles and eyes the androids ominously before looking at the couple. "Other...uses."

'Other uses' it starts to click in for Willard. He blushes deep while his wife gives out a hearty laugh at the statement. Melisha holds on to Willard for support while she attempts to decrease her laughing. "Mr. Vasquez, you're...you're a riot. They're not built for that.

"P...Plus, adding these types of customizations to robots made for farming, heavy lifting, and maid work will be expensive. I don't think it would be a sound idea." Willard replies, hiding the slight panic in his voice.

“Oh, that couldn’t be much trouble.”, Mr. Vasquez keep staring at the androids, having one on his focus. “Androids are capable to be modified to anyone’s tastes.”

[britany1997]

Dine n' Dash

Surprise besties🥰 @misslavenderlady and I have been working on a collab series for our baby boy Tyler💕 We put equal work into this so show some love by liking and reblogging both of our posts! Lave is a queen and it was super fun to work with her on this:)

Tyler x Fem! Reader

🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓

Ask anyone in The Ramp Locals, and they’d all agree that Tyler was the sweetest, most loyal guy you could ever call a friend. He was always there for his fellow skaters, cheering them on and hanging out with them whenever they needed some company. There was just so much to like about the guy.

What the others didn’t realize was that deep down, Tyler was actually a bit lonely. Not in the case of his social circle, of course. No, Tyler was missing something else in his life. Something more....intimate.

He would never admit it to any of the other guys, but he had a feeling of envy whenever Corey was hand-in-hand with his blonde beauty of a girlfriend. He and Chrissy were always so sweet to one another, and while the others teased Corey for it, Tyler had the nagging sensation of a little green monster tugging at his heart. Though he was handsome, athletic, funny, and kind, he just hadn’t found the right girl. Someone who would make him turn into the same love-struck dope that Corey had become.

Tyler kept this secret to himself, privately moping over his lack of love. He would silently listen to his buddies talk about hot babes in bikinis and hookups in the backseats of cars. Meanwhile, he would long for something far more meaningful. Something sweeter. Something more passionate.

It followed his thoughts as he followed the others into a local diner one sunny day. They were all young men with monstrous appetites, and being active skaters didn’t help with their rumbling stomachs. It wasn’t much of a place. Just a greasy spoon of a restaurant with comfort food at the ready. What he ordered didn’t matter. A bite to eat would just help take his mind off of things.

The boys clamored into a bright red booth as they littered the floor with their skateboards. Tyler picked up the menu that had been placed in front of him. He grimaced as he realized a sticky substance that had been coating the menu was now all over his hands. He wiped them off onto his shirt with a sigh. The boys chatted away as he flipped through the food choices, looking for something that might catch his eye. His eyes glazed over as he read the descriptions for burger after burger.

“You boys ready to order?”

Tyler settled on a cheeseburger, and fries before glancing up to lock eyes with the waitress, who just happened to be the most beautiful babe he’d ever seen. His lips parted, but nothing came out as he stared at you, speechless. You shot him a confused look.

“What can I getcha?” you asked.

Tyler fumbled trying to bring words to his lips. All he could muster was broken “uhs” and “ums.” ‘Smooth,’ he thought to himself as he felt his face turn as red as the lipstick coating your smile.

“He’ll just have a cheeseburger,” Corey ordered, coming to Tyler’s rescue. “You want fries with that Ty?”

Tyler whirled around to face him. “Uh, yeah,” he stuttered out. “Fries sound good.”

You bit back a giggle, amused by how dazed the blond boy was. Clearly, he was so hungry he couldn’t think straight. As you scribbled away on your pad of paper, you made a note to get him an extra helping of fries to help him feel better. All of the other boys had no issue with figuring out what they wanted. Steak and eggs, pancakes, a club sandwich, and much more. It was a good thing you had built up plenty of experience writing down orders quickly.

“Alright! I’ll go ahead and put this in for you guys!” you smiled, tucking your pen behind your ear when you were done. With a small wave, you turned on your heel to head to the kitchen.

What the diner lacked in cleanliness it made up for in the style, and that was apparent when it came to your uniform. You adored the baby blue dress that framed your figure under the apron you had on. It was fun to twirl around, letting the skirt swish as you moved. It made you excited to get a little dolled up for the day. After all, a little lipstick and mascara went a long way in charming the customers enough for extra tips.

After putting in the order for the line cook, you turned to watch the table from afar. You wondered if that one boy liked your uniform. All the guys in the group were cute, but that blond was something else.

Tyler stared at you while you put in the orders, his mouth still slightly agape. He only returned to reality when he caught sight of Corey’s fingers snapping in his face.

“Hey man, what was that?” Corey asked. “You fall off your board one too many times or somethin?”

“Just lost my train of thought, dude. It was nothin,” he grumbled defensively.

“Whatever, man,” Corey replied before turning back to his conversation with Radley.

Tyler leaned back against the booth, completely lost in thought. Corey was right. What was that? He couldn’t remember the last time something had left him speechless. There was just something special about you. He was sure of that as he watched you sashay back to their table carrying a tray piled high with food.

“Alright! I hope you guys are hungry! I even threw in a little extra stuff,” you told the group as you placed each plate down. While the others watched their own meals with mouths watering, the cute blond was only staring at you. Seeing how incredibly bright the shade of blue in his eyes was, you couldn’t keep yourself from looking back at him. With a warm smile on your face, you set his burger and extra fries down.

“If you need anything else at all, please don’t be shy~” you said with all the sweetness you could muster up. It made you feel good to see his toned cheeks flush a soft shade of pink.

With a wave of your fingers, you left them to their meals. Little did you know that Tyler was barely acknowledging the food that he was half-starved for mere moments ago. Even while you were off taking care of other customers, he watched with curiosity and wonder. So much so that the boys were wrapping up their meals before he even had a chance to take a few bites.

“Hey, Ty!” Radley teased Tyler. “You’re takin’ forever to eat! Are you gonna do somethin’ or what?”

It was only then that he realized how far behind he was on his meal. Everyone else at the table was getting antsy, ready to pay for their own stuff, and hit the streets for more skating. It seemed like the best move to let them go do their own thing. Maybe having some time to himself would help get his focus and appetite back.

Tyler continued to pick at his food as the boys scarfed down the rest of their meals and slid out of the booth, grabbing their boards as they went.

“You comin?” Corey asked confused as he glanced at Tyler’s half eaten fries and barely touched burger. “Need a box or somethin? I can call that waitress…” Corey trailed off as his head whipped around in search of you.

“No!” Tyler blurted out loudly, prompting Corey to turn towards him with a shocked look on his face. He cleared his throat, attempting to collect himself. “I think I might just hang here a little longer and finish my food. I’ll catch you guys at the halfpipe later!”

“Sure Ty, whatever you want, man,” Corey said as he rubbed the back of his neck. He slapped Tyler on the back as he flew out the door and sped off to catch up with the gang.

When Corey and the boys disappeared from sight, Tyler turned back to his food. He munched on his fries absentmindedly as he thought of what it might be like to hold your hand, to bring you to the rink to watch him skate, to kiss your pretty red lips. He couldn’t stop the smile from etching its way onto his face as he daydreamed.

“I brought you some more!”

Tyler returned to reality at your words. He was met with the sight of your outstretched hand offering him another dish of ketchup. His eyes snapped down to his plate as he realized he had used up all of his already.

“Thanks,” he said, reaching out to take the dish. He blushed as his hand brushed against yours. As he looked around behind you, Tyler realized he was the only customer left in the diner. The lunch rush had slowed down for the day.

"Your friends left you behind?" you asked, tilting your head to the side. Being in the serving business, you had seen your fair share of fake friends ditching the black sheep in their group and leaving them to foot the bill. You hoped that wasn't the case for this guy.

"Oh nah, they helped cover me. I was just takin' too long," he said, swirling a fry around in the pool of ketchup.

You smiled softly. He really was a cute guy. Having some time alone with him was making your stomach flutter. It made you want to sweeten up his day a bit more.

"Well, that's a shame because I was feeling generous enough to bring some complimentary milkshakes for the table," you said. The mention of dessert certainly made him perk up. "You got a flavor of choice, hun?"

“Well, what’s your favorite flavor?” he asked, his cheeks flushed pink.

You beamed as he stared up at you awaiting your answer.

“Strawberry’s my favorite,” you admitted. “They use real strawberries and vanilla ice cream instead of just the processed pink stuff. It’s my favorite thing on the menu!”

“Then one strawberry milkshake please,” he said, his lips pulled up into a half-smile as he ordered. He paused for a moment, “and two straws.”

Your lips parted slightly in surprise. The blush spread from his cheeks until his entire face was red as a tomato.

“I just mean…well, you’ve been working so hard… I couldn’t finish it by myself…if- if you’d like, you could share it with me,” he sputtered.

You smiled at him. “That would be lovely.”

He grinned from ear to ear. “Radical!”

With that, you trotted back to the kitchen to put in his order. While waiting for the milkshake, you wiped down the counters and stole glances at the cute blond boy. When you’d look his way, you’d catch his eyes already on you. It made you smile to yourself every time he’d blush and turn away when he met your gaze.

After a while you heard the chef call ‘order up.’ When you went to take the drink, your nose crinkled in disgust. Sitting on the counter was a plain strawberry shake. No whipped cream, no cherries, no nothing.

‘No, no, no, this is all wrong,’ you thought as you snuck into the kitchen to add the fixings. You sprayed a mountain of whipped cream onto the shake, and topped it with a generous handful of cherries and a dusting of sprinkles.

When you were satisfied with your work, you picked up the drink and flounced back over to the table. Ever the one to provide service with a smile, you gave the boy a cheerful grin as you placed the strawberry milkshake down.

"Ta-da!" you said. To add one last touch, you plucked two straws from your apron pocket and stuck them into the creamy pink drink.

"Woah!" he exclaimed, eyes widening at the sight of the delicious dessert. He could certainly see the hard work you put into your garnishing. "This looks awesome!"

You giggled at his enthusiasm before sliding down into the seat across from him. Never had you actually sat with a customer to share a treat, but you supposed there was a first time for everything. The two of you each leaned forward, wrapping your lips around your own straws before taking a sip.

Sighs of delight came from your lips as you both enjoyed the sweet, berry flavor. That really was the good stuff.

"Damn, that's gotta be the best milkshake I've ever had," the blond boy smiled.

"Oh absolutely," you agreed.

While eyeing him carefully, you toyed around with your straw between your fingers. The top of it was marked with the stain of your lipstick. It was the same color as the cherries you stuck in.

"So…you gonna tell me your name while we're sharing a drink, cutie?"

“Tyler,” he told you, smiling. “My name’s Tyler.”

“Tyler,” you repeated. “I like that.”

He grinned, “And yours?”

You introduced yourself and he smiled, taking your hand in his from across the table and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he breathed.

Your heart fluttered. “The pleasure’s all mine, Tyler.”

The two of you were a mess of giggling and blushing. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear he could see the hearts in your eyes for him. As your gaze moved from his eyes to his lips, you noticed a bit of whipped cream at the corner of his mouth.

Instinctively, you pulled a napkin from your jacket, licked it, and leaned forward to wipe the cream off. He froze in shock before allowing you to dab at his cheek. When you’d finished, you realized how close you’d gotten. You could practically feel his breath on your face as your gaze flicked between his eyes and his full, pink lips.

"Heh…sorry about that," you apologized before tucking the napkin away. "I tend to be really touchy-feely. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

Tyler was still coming out of his surprised daze as you found your words. He gave a small shake of his head, blond, fluffy locks moving around as he moved.

"It's all good! I don't mind the sweet stuff," he assured you. His lips seemed to be stuck in a permanent smile during the time you spent with him. Not that you minded, of course.

After all, the more time with him, the better.

"Speaking of sweet stuff," you began. "You gotta try one of these cherries. My boss always gets the sweetest maraschino cherries he can find. Really makes the desserts extra special!"

You plucked one of the numerous cherries from the top of the whipped cream mountain. The stem twirled around in between your fingertips as you held it up for Tyler to pop into his mouth.

His lips molded around the cherry, and he bit into it, pulling it from your grasp. He chewed and swallowed before throwing the stem past his lips. Your eyes widened in surprise at such an odd thing.

“You eat the stem?” you asked with disbelief in your tone.

He shook his head. “No honey, just wanna show you somethin,”

You sighed wistfully at the nickname, watching him intently while his lips moved. A minute or so went by before he pulled a knotted cherry stem from his mouth, beaming as he showed it off to you.

It made you giggle. He was just absolutely adorable. You knew he’d been trying to impress you and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit it had worked. It was making you want to be a little extra playful too.

You leaned forward. “You know what they say about people who can tie cherry stems with their tongues, right?”

He smirked. He knew.

“No, what do they say?”

A sly smile of your own was plastered on your face. The fluttery sensations were getting stronger now. Tyler was quite the charmer and it was doing wonders on you.

"I'll tell you…but only if you let me give you my number first~"

The blond boy was absolutely adoring your flirtatious ways. He snickered softly, shaking his head again. The more his hair moved around, the more you wanted to run your fingers through it. His shiny locks looked so soft to the touch.

"Well if you're gonna twist my arm over it~" he chuckled.

With that, you took the pen that had been tucked behind your ear, ready to write your phone number down on a napkin. To your surprise, Tyler stopped you, offering his hand for you to write on instead. The two of you smiled bashfully as you slipped your fingers over the back of his hand. While you held him gently in place, you scribbled down your number, staining his tanned skin with blue ink.

You really were surprising yourself with how bold you were being. Moments ago he was just another customer you were serving. Now you and Tyler were flirting like a couple of high school sweethearts.

It was a good thing you were loving every minute of it.

Tyler could see the rest of the diner staff clearing tables and wiping them down. He knew his time with you was coming to an end, at least for today. He opened his mouth to tell you he didn’t want to keep you, but paused because, well, he did want to keep you.

“I better let you go,” he muttered instead. He sucked in a breath, gathering his courage. “But uh…maybe I could take you for a milkshake. This weekend maybe? Since you got the last one?” he blushed.

You smiled at him, more than happy to hear such an offer. “I’d love to.”

He let out the breath he was holding. “Really? Great! I’ll take you somewhere real nice too!”

You giggled. “It’s a date.”

“It’s a date,” he repeated, sighing wistfully.

Tyler had a really good feeling about this. About you. Maybe his wish for something romantic in his life was coming true. He couldn’t wait to tell the others about you and the date you had planned. When the time came, he was going to get you the sweetest milkshake possible. Something as sweet as you~

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Dine n' Dash: Pt. 2 💋

Tyler/Female!Reader (implied plus size reader)

Summary: You and Tyler are the happiest couple in all of California. One night after closing up the diner, you decide it's time to make a big step in your relationship~

This is the second part of a collab series with @britany1997. We put equal work into this so show some love by liking and reblogging both of our posts! Seriously, she's the sweetest. She deserves the love 😍

Part 1 HERE

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, flirting, undressing, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, nipple play, counter top sex, protection, first time, vaginal sex

Credit to @lostboysluvr for the Tyler gif!!

Coming to the diner with his buddies was the best decision Tyler had ever made. Back at the beginning of summer, he had fallen hard for you. The beauty who served them all lunch prepared by a short-order cook. Ever since that faithful day, he made a point to come by and get seated in your section whenever he wanted to visit and get some grub. 

The two of you always shared some kind of dessert whenever he came by. Ice cream, pie, cake, whatever delicious treat was on the specials menu for the day. You both giggled and flirted over your treats and when it was time to call it a day, he promised to come by again soon.

During your off time, the two of you went on dates full of excitement and fun. Whether it was skating together at the rink or just walking side by side on the beach, Tyler had the time of his life with you. 

Even if you two were an item for only a few months, he knew he was falling in love with you. You found yourself feeling the same way. There was just something about Tyler that was absolutely enamoring. It made him incredibly easy to fall for.

You could tell he cared deeply for you. When he picked you up for dates he was a mess of compliments and adoration. He’d babble on about how pretty you were, how perfect your hair was, how amazing your outfit looked. If there was something Tyler liked about you, he never hesitated to tell you exactly how he felt.

He was such a gentleman, always offering you his jacket when it was cold out, or holding doors for you whenever you entered a building. And he always wanted your hand in his. The feeling of your fingers laced with his made you feel close to him, and you knew he felt the same. You loved kissing him. He was somehow simultaneously passionate and gentle. Like he wanted to show you how much he adored you but didn’t want to break you when he did.

Every moment you spent together was better than the last, but lately, you’d found yourself wanting even more. Like you wanted to take the next step in the relationship.

You had that thought on your mind when Tyler came to visit you during a graveyard shift. Today had been surprisingly quiet, as some kind of event on the opposite side of the city had lured all the patrons away. That didn't bother you though. At least the two of you could spend more time flirting. 

"Can I pretty please get another coke from the most beautiful waitress in the restaurant?" Tyler cooed, holding up his empty glass. 

"I'm the only waitress in the restaurant, you goof," you teased him as you poured the pitcher of soda over the cup. 

While your coworkers were pretty much done for the night, you had been given the job of closing up after all the cleaning was done. Time just seemed to fly by whenever Tyler came to visit. He was also a generous tipper, but you adored him for plenty of things that had nothing to do with money. 

“What you up to after this, babe?” he asked as he helped you wipe down tables. Whenever Tyler came by to see you during late shifts, he always helped you close up. You’d never ask him to clean for you, but you’d never have to. He was just happy to lessen your workload.

“I don’t know, maybe I’ll go over to my boyfriend’s place, and see what he’s up to,” you said, blushing lightly. Tyler smirked at that. 

“So this boyfriend, babe, is he cuter than me?” he asked coyly.

Your face twisted in mock consideration. “Hmmmm~ Well I’d say you’re about the same.”

He inched closer. “Is he as good on a board as me?”

You shrugged and fought a smile. “You’re about the same.”

He moved even closer until he was standing right in front of you, his blue eyes gazing lovingly into yours. 

“Is he as good at kissing you as I am?” he whispered as he leaned in. Having him so close to you made you sigh dreamily.

“Only one way to find out,” you whispered back before pressing your lips to his.

With just one kiss, you were already relaxing into him. He was just so warm and inviting, it made you feel incredible. The sweetness of his drink was on his lip, and it only made you want to kiss him more.

You threw your arms around his neck, completely forgetting about your cleaning duties. All you could focus on was running your fingers through his blond hair. The sunkissed locks were so soft to the touch. You found yourself twirling a strand around your finger as you kissed him deeper. 

When you finally broke free for some air, you both were slightly out of breath. Kissing Tyler made you dizzy in the best way possible. 

"So…" Tyler sighed. "Am I better than this boyfriend of yours?" 

A snicker fell from your lips as you embraced him tighter. He was such a ham and you loved it. 

"Oh he doesn't even compare to you, cutie," you teased. 

Something familiar was tugging at you. A need. A want. A craving for something even sweeter than just smooches. Something that made you squeeze your plush thighs together and squirm as warmth started to build in between your legs. 

He was just holding you so close and he smelled so good. That cologne he doused himself in after skating was so delicious. You wondered if he could tell what he was doing to you. Tyler sighed happily as he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. 

“For the record babe? No one compares to you either.” 

You could have melted in his arms right there. He pulled back, one hand still around your waist, the other sliding up to cup your cheek and caress your skin with his thumb. 

“You’re so pretty, baby,” he chuckled to himself in disbelief. “My pretty baby.” 

Your lips parted in surprise at his words, what was meant to be an innocent kiss had turned into something a little more…intimate. 

“Tyler…” you breathed as you bit your lip. 

“Yeah, baby?” he whispered as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

For a moment you weren’t sure exactly what to say. Words were failing you, all because Tyler was staring at you with those gorgeous baby blues. They made you feel dizzy. You just wanted to fall into his arms and let him take you wherever he wanted.  

By some miracle, you got yourself to gather the strength you needed. While still watching him with desire, you slide a hand over his chest, caressing the muscles underneath his t-shirt. He really was so sexy. 

“I want...I want to do...more with you...~” you admitted.  

His head tilted to the side in curiosity. Between the pose and the blond hair, it reminded you of a golden retriever. How fitting considering he was your golden boy.  

“More?” 

“Yes, more,” you said, cheeks growing warmer. “I wanna....do it...with you...~”

Tyler’s breath caught in his throat. Every day when he woke up he had to convince himself he wasn’t dreaming. Remind himself that you were real and you were with him. 

Now with you standing in front of him, asking him for more, he struggled not to pinch himself. Visions flashed through his head of your plush thighs wrapped him, your pretty lips parted in soft moans, you hand held in his as he pressed into you. His cheeks reddened as his jeans tightened.

“Baby, you’re my whole world,” his eyes flickered back and forth as he sputtered out his feelings. “I want that too I um- I wanna make you feel really good babe.”

He laced his fingers through yours. “Wanna do that when you’re really ready, baby. Don’t wanna pressure you into anything. You’re sure you want that? With me?” 

You blushed, the corners of your lips turning up in a nervous smile. “I’ve never been more sure of anything Tyler.”

He could have swooned and fallen onto the diner’s linoleum floor right then and there. God you were perfect. And you were his.

There was a newfound hunger growing inside you. Seeing him so eager for such an idea was making you feel all warm and tingly. You brought him close so you could press your pillowy soft lips to his, moaning as your deep kiss enchanted him. 

Ever the one to be good at multitasking, you untied your apron and tossed it aside while you kissed Tyler some more. One hand caresses his stubbled cheek while the other began to undo the buttons on your work dress. You wanted to give your boyfriend all of you. 

"Tyler~" you sighed into his mouth. "I don't think I can wait. Please…please touch me"

The skater's cock was getting harder and harder by the second. Seeing you get so hot and bothered here and now was driving him wild. He longed for this day for so long. 

"Fuck, baby," he moaned. "Right here? Right now?" 

You giggled, pressing your bra-clad breasts up against his strong chest once your dress was opened up. It was always fun to get him all flustered.

"Why not? We have so many sweet memories in this diner. Let's make a very special one to add to the list~"

As you shed your dress, Tyler groaned with anticipation. “Shit babe hold on,” he reluctantly pulled away from you to lock the diner’s front door. Hd flipped the switch on the open sign off, killing its bright neon display. He pulled the screens down on the windows, keeping your perfect form from prying eyes. 

When he’d finished he eagerly returned to you, gripping the counter behind you, his hands on either side of your waist, boxing you in. 

“God you’re beautiful,” he breathed as his mouth watered at the sight of your full chest.

His hands traveled from the counter to wrap around your waist. “Hop up for me, yeah?” he asked.

You nodded shyly as he lifted you up to seat you on top of the counter.

Tyler took the elastic of your panties between his fingers and rolled them down your legs. A blush rose to your cheeks as you were left on the counter in only your bra and Tyler stood before you fully clothed and eyeing you hungrily. 

You expected him to pull his shirt off or roll down his shorts, but your lips parted in a gasp when he instead sunk to his knees and shimmied in between your parted thighs.

Never before had you ever been so excited for something in your whole life. Your heart was pounding as you watched your boyfriend licked his lips with ravenous need. He gently pushed your knees further apart so he could fully see you. 

"Fuck, look at you. Such a pretty pussy for a pretty girl~"

In that moment you opened your mouth to express how embarrassed he made you when he said such things. But you didn't get the chance. Any control of your voice was lost when Tyler dove in.

His tongue slipped from the bottom of your pussy to the very top of your clit. The shriek that came from you was so sudden and loud, showing off how utterly surprised you were. 

"OoHH!" you squealed out. 

"Fuck, I KNEW my girl was gonna be so yummy," Tyler said with a smirk. His lips glistened from your wetness, already making such a mess. He went back in for an even deeper taste of you. It was like watching an addiction build up within him. 

“Mmm babe, how’s it feel knowing you’re the tastiest thing that’s ever been on this counter,” he spoke into you as he lapped at your folds like a man starved. 

He pulled soft mews and moans from your full lips as he devoured you. His lips pressed against your clit, kissing it softly. His hands wrapped around your doughy thighs, kneeling the flesh with his hands as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Your thighs squeezed his head at the feeling prompting him to moan into your sopping heat. 

He moved one hand from your thigh to press two fingers into moving them in and out slowly as he continued to suck. He crooked his fingers, rubbing you in just the right place. You felt your orgasm threatening to burst out as you moaned at his repeated ministrations. 

“Tyler,” you whimpered. “Gonna cum!”

“Cum on my tongue, babe. Bet you taste so sweet.”

His words pushed you over the edge. Your thighs squeezed him tighter as your release soaked your boyfriend’s pretty face.

"H-Holy shit!!" you cried out. It wasn't the first time you'd orgasmed, but it was certainly the most intense one. Your legs trembled around him, the aftershocks rendering your body to a weakened state. 

Meanwhile, Tyler was looking pretty damn proud of himself. He smirked playfully up at you as he slowly ran his tongue across his lips, savoring every last drop. Seeing him so cocky from making you cum on his mouth was only turning you on more. 

"Aww baby, look atcha. So hot and bothered and ready for more," he cooed. 

The two or you watched each other carefully as he tugged his shirt over his head. Seeing his perfectly toned body and full chest of hair reminded you of how lucky you are. You had the sweetest, funniest, most jaw-droppingly gorgeous man in all of Cali as your boyfriend. 

Tyler leaned over you, pressing you down against the counter more as he kissed you. The intoxicating taste of your juices was lingering on his mouth, and it made you shiver with delight being reminded of what he did to you. 

Your hands traveled up his back, caressing every inch of his muscular body while he moved in closer. The thick, hardness of his erection was pressing against your bare thigh. Fuck, he was so big~

He pulled his pants and boxers off, allowing his cock to spring free. You drooled at the sight, it was pretty, just like everything else about him. 

Tyler gently positioned you how he wanted before climbing over you on the counter. He took your hands in his and threaded his fingers through yours, pinning them on either side of your face. He loved holding your hands. Even now, he wanted to be close and connected to you in every way possible. It had you swooning. 

He pressed a kiss to your lips, then to your cheek, then to your neck before moving down to pepper kisses along your chest. Still hungry for more, he sucked your nipple into his mouth as he massaged the other. 

“God, you’re so gorgeous,” he whispered in between smooches. “I musta been a saint in a past life to deserve an angel like you, babe.” 

You gasped and arched your back into his touch. All of this pleasure had you wishing you two had done this much sooner.

“Love these perfect tits baby, they’re so soft,” he released your nipple with a pop, moving to suck the other. He moaned as he caressed you. Tyler was making it quite clear he planned on being a very giving lover to you.

“Tyler,” you mewed. “Aaahh….this feels amazing…mmmh…so good Tyler, so perfect.”

His heart leapt at your words and he felt himself harden even further. He would do anything to hear more words like that fall from your lips again. He wanted to please you, he wanted to love you, he wanted to worship you.

"I got something just for the occasion, baby," Tyler said, releasing you for just a moment in order to grab something from his pants pocket. He fished out his wallet and plucked out a foil-covered item from the inside of it. 

He tore open the material, revealing a clear condom. 

"Right after you and I met, I was tellin' the boys about you. Corey slipped my one of these in case I ever got lucky. I was embarrassed at the time, but now I wanna thank the guy."

You giggled at the story, amused by the others being so enthusiastic of Tyler's love life. With burning anticipation for what was to come, you watched him carefully slip on the condom, making sure it was secure. It was all really happening. You were going to go all the way with Tyler. 

He smiled sweetly as he wrapped his big hands around your hips and gently tugged you closer to him. His cock was throbbing hard as it teased your entrance. Feeling the length rub against your folds but not yet enter was making you squirm. 

"I'll be gentle, honey. Just lie back like a good girl and let me take care of you, okay?"

No words came from you. Just a simple nod and a soft smile. You trusted him with all your heart.  

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the tip of him press in slowly. He bit his lip as he restrained himself from just plunging right in. You felt so warm, so wet, so tight, so absolutely perfect. He inched in slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size as you stretched around him. Your hands wrapped around his back, gripping him close as he slotted himself between your legs.

“God, you feel incredible, honey. Squeezing me so tight, like you were made just for me. Mmmm can’t believe you’re mine, baby,” he moaned as he bottomed out.

You gasped at the feeling of his hips pressing against yours and his length filling you to the brim. “I am yours, Tyler. All yours completely.”

He growled at your words, leaning forward to capture your lips in his as he began to move slowly. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into you in long, slow strokes. You were as close as humanly possible, but you wanted to be even closer. You wanted to melt into his embrace.

"Oooooh God, yes~" you sighed out. Your head fell back, your muscles relaxing all over from the absolute bliss that he gave you. 

Tyler was filling you so easily. His cock stretched and throbbed inside your cunt, rubbing every sweet spot within. Many a night had been spent with you fingering yourself and picturing what your first time with him would be life. 

Safe to say it was better than anything you could have imagined. 

His hand grazed over your bare skin, dancing over your body before settling on your hips. Strong fingers wrapped around you and pulled you in closer, holding you still as he fucked into you. Every time he touched you it made your heart beat faster. 

"Look at you~" he moaned, rolling his hips into you. "So fuckin' gorgeous. Wanted this….mmmh..for so long~"

"Really~?" you cooed. 

A newfound fire was burning in his eyes. The passion was completely taking over your boyfriend, and it only fueled your excitement more. He spoke again, his voice going lower than before. 

"The day after we met I went home and stroked my dick to the thought of what we're doin' right now. I've wanted you more than anything….fuck~"

“Never wanted anything as much as I wanted you,” he breathed deeply as your orgasms built up together. “How could I not?”

You shivered at his words. “I wanted you too, Tyler. You’re so handsome, so sweet, so perfect for me.”

You cried out in pleasure as he hit your deepest sweet spot. A deep moan fell from his lips. 

“Baby, you’re so amazing, I care for you, I- I love you,” he confessed as he reached his peak, spilling into the condom. 

His confessions threw you over the edge, and you came all over his cock. He held you close and peppered kisses all over your face as you road out your highs together.

“I love you too, Tyler,” you said breathlessly. “I….I love you….so so much.”

He smiled blissfully as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. “You make me so happy, babe. You have no idea.”

The two of you were practically swimming in the dopamine caused by your afterglow. Tyler gazed at you with such intense love and you were sure to return the look. 

You held one another closely. He was snuggling up with you while you slowly ran your fingers through his hair. Every once in a while you would share a kiss with Tyler. Soft and sweet, just like him. It was pure heaven. 

After a little bit of relaxation, he reluctantly pulled his softened cock out of you. He slipped the filled condom off, tying it and grabbing a nearby napkin to wrap it up before tossing it into the trash like he was throwing a basketball. It made you giggle. 

"As much as I love admiring how perfect and smokin' hot you look naked and spread across the table, I can't imagine we can spend the whole night here."

That was certainly true. You let out a sigh before getting off of the surface in order to find where you had discarded the work dress.

"I gotta clean up the mess we made before we head out, baby~" 

Tyler’s lip turned up in a half smile. “In that case, llet me help you, honey.”

You blushed and thanked him as you pulled your dress back on, sliding the buttons back into place. Tyler pulled on his shorts, electing to forgo his shirt, much to your delight. He picked up a cloth and spray bottle and began to wipe down the counter. You joined him, your own rag in hand.

He kissed you in between lazy swipes at the counter. Since you’d told him you loved him, a soft smile had been etched onto his handsome face, and his newfound joy didn’t seem to be going away anytime soon.

After awhile, you were left with a sparking clean counter top and a fully clothed boyfriend. He slipped an arm around your waist as you headed out the front door, switching off the light and locking up as you left.

He pulled you towards his car. “You taking me home?” you asked.

“Actually,” he said, “Was kinda hoping I could take you to my home? If you don’t mind, of course.”

“Already thinking about round two, baby? You’re insatiable,” you giggled flirtatiously.

He gave you his boyish grin in return. “I just can’t get enough of you, honey,”

Tyler kissed you as he held the car door open for you to slide in. This really had been a perfect night. 

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[evilandcrazygirl]

i love ur presence on my dash i hope you feel better soon! whats your fave solo harry song? what are you hoping for the new album?

stop this is so sweet thank u so much

fav solo song changes tbh i always love sott and kiwi, but i feel like those are very obvious answers hm rn im rly liking from the dining tableand im just so excited for like whatever tbh but i think it’d be cool to see more experimenting with genre and then my tru hope that will never happen, but someday hope to see a taylor swift and harry collab

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Vampire Masquerade

 AHHHH I’VE NEVER BEEN SO EXCITED TO POST SOMETHING. THIS FIC IS KINDA SUGGESTIVE 👀 This brings all my masquerade loving, middle school vampire anime watching fantasy to life, kinda. I absolutely love this and I love this collab so much! READ @justsomekpopstuff PART HERE! WE BOTH WORKED HARD AND i HOPE YOU ENJOY IT UWU. *slides link into dms to an outfit spead I made bc I got too excited*

✿ NCT’s Taeil, Yuta, Mark, Johnny, Winwin and Kun x Female Reader ✿ Vampire AU  ✿ Suggestive content ✿ 2.5k words ✿ Collab with @justsomekpopstuff ✿ Written by Chii ✿ Masterlist

         "... you’re so tempting... "

         You were startled by the cursed action of Yuta opening the dark curtains, letting in the bright orange light of the afternoon.

"It's time to stop working on those papers and eat something.” He moves the heavy book from your cold hands and turns the office chair to face him. You stare into his eyes and roll yours. You let your head fall back and lean on the top of the chair.

“I refused to get up before to deal with anything that was lined up for me today,” you raised your arm and flicked your pointer finger towards him, “and now you want me to stop?”

“Your health matters.” You hear worry and annoyance in his voice.

You slightly raised your head to make eye contact when you spoke, “so does this paperwork, can I have my book back?”

"If you refuse to stop working then yes." Your head shook left and right. He sighed heavily and put the book down on the table, you try to yank the book from under his hands but no avail. Instead, he used one hand to hold the top of the chair to prevent you from spinning away. His body towers over you, the weight of his hand was lifted off the book and now holding your neck. You see his lips part as he leans down.  You abruptly stood up and pushed him back.

“Are you kidding me?” You asked as you walked towards him. He walked backwards until his back hit the wall with your palm flat  on his chest, holding him there.

“It got you off the seat,” he said as he looked towards the seat that was now behind you. You sighed and looked at him, “fine, I’ll be down after I bathe.”

“I’ll ask Taeil to run the bath,” Yuta said as he gripped your wrist in hope of getting out from under your strength. His eyes glowed, making you feel weak but not weak enough to relieve the pressure you put on him.

“Come on, let me go.” You lift your hand off of him and turn your back on him to fix your work area.

“Tell Taeil I want the lavender salts in the bath, you stress me out,” you said as you put the pens back in their container next to the stack of books.

“You were stressing yourself out,”  Yuta said so quietly that by the time you realized what he said, he slipped out of the room before you could throw a pen at him.

         As you walked out of your office, Taeil stood outside the door. A dashing smile formed on his face when he saw you bend over after being surprised.

“Did Yuta tell you to do that?” You asked him as you stood up.

“Yeah, he did. By the way your bath is ready. I set everything on the counters,” he said as you two walked the short distance down the manor hall. He watched you walk ahead, the creme colored silk you had on moved with every step. You turned the knob and let the steam out. The bathroom was too spacious for its own good. Every sound bounced off the tiled walls. The last bit of water dripped from the faucet and into the bathtub, it resounded.

“Do you want help taking that off?” Taeil said as he eyed the small buttons lining your back.

“Sure, I can’t reach the buttons anyway.” You took off every piece of jewelry except the brilliant emerald ring on your ring finger and the phoenix ring next to it on the middle finger. Taeil’s voice brought you back to earth.

“What made you think it was a good idea to buy a night dress with a thousand buttons instead of a zipper?” He took your hand to lead you to sit to make the task easier for him.

“It was a cute dress. The silk felt nice and the lace edge is dainty,” you giggled out as you sat on the white ottoman. Taeil undid the buttons down your back. Little by little you felt his hair on the back of your neck until he held the straps of the dress. You felt his breathing and a low, almost unnoticeable growl.

“I can do the rest.” Your voice pierced through his desire, he was dangerously close to your neck. He sighed and stood up. You turned to look up at him as he walked outside the door.

“I’ll wait outside for the dress. It needs to be dry cleaned you know. Silk,” he said before closing the door behind him.

         You let yourself submerge in the warm lavender scented water. You massage your neck for a few minutes, trying to get all the tension out of it. You start to put your hair up and out of the way. You began to scrub your body until a small bit of pink tinged the tub. Blood. You scoffed and thought about who could have possibly tried to feed on you while you were unconscious earlier. You took a short ‘nap’ while doing your work, which was a mistake.

"Typical, can't blame him though,” you sighed and continue to scrub until you were finished. You let yourself sink deeper into the tub and stop just when your nose was about to submerge as well. You let yourself observe the ribbons of steam coming from the water.

"You really shouldn't let yourself soak in the tub you know?"

A voice cut your concentration. You look up to see Sicheng with a fluffy towel and robe in his hand. You roll your eyes again and see his start to turn red, his mouth forms a grin and you can see him bare his teeth.

"Not now." You stand up only to let the cold air touch your skin, Sicheng hurries to let the warm robe touch your bare skin. You sit back down on the ottoman and extend your neck so all the hair is properly in the towel, it wasn’t wet but a little damp. Sicheng helps you put your jewelry back on. He smells just the slightest bit of your blood. It’s heavily diluted. He stares at the tub.

"He got you didn't he?" Sicheng lets your hair out of the towel and starts to towel dry the damp parts of it.

"Don't blame him. He doesn't know how to hunt properly,” you said, you felt bad for him. You were in his position once. Blood hungry.

"He hogs you too much!" Sicheng’s voice echoed loudly in the bathroom even with the door open. You were about to argue with him until Johnny coughed to gain your attention.

"I’m sorry," Sicheng quickly says and before he leaves, he places a quick peck behind your head.

         You and Johnny didn't exchange a word while he helped you change into something more casual. He buttoned the white blouse, zipped up the tartan dress and added a headband. His hands came around your head to rid of any fly-aways and out of place hairs before looking at you.

“I think you’re ready to face the world,” Johnny twirled a strand of hair around his fingers as he admired your beauty.

“I wasn’t before?” You smiled at him as you fixed the positioning of the rings on your hand.

“Not in that nightgown, it’s Autumn now and it’s cold.” You could pick up that there was a tone of worry but also humor in his voice.

“We don’t feel cold,” you said as you turned to him.

“Touché.”

         The two of you walked downstairs to the dining room where Kun had prepared something small. There was a very important event to go to and no one wanted to fill their stomachs to the brim just yet. You say hello to the others. You haven't seen them yet and conversations start between everyone as you sit in silence and picked at your plate.

"Tired?" Kun asked as he set his fork down.

"Yes, it felt as if someone sucked me dry of my blood last night," You peek over to see Mark freeze. You let out a low laugh and get up to pat his shoulder before leaving your plate in the sink. Mark followed you into the kitchen and snuck up behind you.

“Why is everyone surprising me today?” You steady yourself on the counter and look at him.

“I’m sorry.” You remember when he was just a little bit shorter than you and here you were, now looking up at him.

“It’s fine. Do you want to feed a little bit?” You saw how dull his eyes were and knew his heart was big, he didn’t feed off of humans or animals and stuck to human food for a few months before trying to feed on you today.

“Please.”

“Alright,” you walked into the dining hall with Mark, “we’ll be back, knock on my door if you need me.

         You two entered your room and you sat at the edge of your bed. Your exposed skin feels comfort in the velvet bed sheets. Mark closed the door and sat down next to you. You talked to him as he unbuttoned the top of your blouse.

"You weren't touching your food," you said to him but he gave no response. You felt his hands shake. You put a hand on his shoulder in attempts to calm him down.

"I do get worried about you, did you hunt at all this past week?" Your voice was soft and gentle, kind and understanding.

"No,” his voice was rough.

The next thing you know was that his body was over yours. He pushed you back on the bed and his teeth were sinking into your body. You ran your hands through his hair until he was ready to unlatch but he never did. It was too much, he was taking too much.

"Mark!" You tried to push him off but his hands and arms seemed to be made of steel at this point. Footsteps followed by calls of his name had pulled him away from you, you don't even remembered who pulled him away.

         There was a warmth, it was delicate and you wanted more. You move towards the heavenly feeling until you felt the warmth become more solid, fingers? Opening your eyes, you see Kun seated on the bed and assumed he was the one comforting you. You looked at Kun, thirsty. Your eyes bored holes into his neck and he knew what you wanted. You tried to move but a pain shot through your body and you stiffened.

“Move slower, you'll hurt yourself,” he said as he held onto you, You crawled and straddled his lap. He kept a firm grip on your sides and looked up at your glowing eyes.

"We shouldn't get too comfortable, the gala is at midnight and you only have two hours to get ready and get there," his fingers moved stray hairs from your face. You lean against the soft touch.

"I was out of that long?" You said against his neck. You lick the area before letting your teeth sink into his skin.

"You lost a lot, try not to do the same to me,” he chuckled as he stroked your hair. He grunted as you drank.

“Ah,” you pulled away after a few seconds and spoke haphazardly, getting drunk off the warm, sweet blood Kun had provided you, “he hasn't been hunting."

You feel his hands moving up, comforting you and rubbing your back up and down.

"You need to stop being too generous before you one day die because of it," he said as you slowly let him go. His thumb traced over your bloody lips before leaving a kiss on your forehead and left. You were on the bed now, alone. Leaving you with a few seconds to think about what Kun said.

         Finally the silence was cut when Sicheng entered the room with Johnny. The two had their bow tie and tie around their necks undone.

"We should help you get ready, everyone else is still in the process," Sicheng said as he opened your makeup box and started choosing out colors that would suit the dress he chose out for you.

“I trust you can do your own makeup?” Johnny asked.

“Of course, why can’t I?” You did your makeup while Johnny and Sicheng worked on your hair. You held up two lipstick shades and asked them for their opinions. Sicheng chose the darker one, Johnny trusted his judgement since he was the one who chose your dress.

         Once your eyes were lined with the blackest and sharpest liner, your lipstick set and Johnny stuck the last pin in your hair, it was time to put on the dress. Sicheng went to bring the dress into your room while Johnny eyed you.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” Johnny bent down and took your hand in his. Everything leaned to the emerald and emerald welding phoenix rings on your hand. Sicheng hung the dress up and you noted its deep neckline. You raised an eyebrow at him.

         “Easy access,” he said with a smile before he unzipped its side, prepping it for you to step into. You told the two to wait outside until you were ready for them to help you with the last touches. You stripped down and stepped into the dress. There was a matching green silk slip under the layers of itchy tulle and you thanked Sicheng mentally. You used the vanity mirror to find the zipper and zip yourself up. Calling the boys back in, you eyed the shoes that were lined on the wall. Johnny went to your jewelry box to pick out some pieces. Sicheng traced his finger along the shelf before picking out a pair for you.

“I think you’ll look beautiful in these.” He held the left shoe in his hand as he bent down. He motioned for you to lift your dress so he could put them on you. After he strapped the ankle buckle in, he looked up at you.

“Perfect fit,” he said with a radiant smile. You smiled back down at him as he put the other shoe on and got up. He smoothed out any creases in the tulle caused by you lifting the dress.

“I’m done, I’ll see you both downstairs. We have 20 minutes to get there.” Sicheng reminded us as he left and closed the door, leaving just you and Johnny. You felt Johnny’s fingers around your neck as he clasped a diamond choker. You watched through the mirror as it glimmered with every move you made and sparkled. He let you put on your earrings as he picked lint off his suit. You noticed the tie around his neck, still undone. You step forward, feeling yourself be a little taller than usual.

“Let me help you,” you said as you started to tie his necktie. He watched your black manicured nails move until you were finished and tucked it inside his vest. You two shared a smile until someone knocked on your door.

         Taeil stood at the door with a black box in his hands.

“The others have your mask downstairs,” Taeil said. Johnny nodded and walked past Taeil as he walked towards you. Taeil set the box down on the vanity and opened it.

“May I?” His voice was deep and thick but clear. You nodded slightly as he carefully took the mask out and placed it on your face, he tied a knot behind your head. He was careful enough to not ruin the styling and hid the knot under a pin. You opened your eyes and see Taeil next to you in his mask.

“You look wonderful,” you said to him.

“Look who’s talking.” You laugh as you took Taeil’s hand. He led you down the stairs. Each step made a click echo and catch the attention of the others downstairs.

Everyone looked their best, the boys were in three piece suits, regular suits and Yuta didn’t bother to wear a blazer with his button down. You could easily tell who was behind the masks and so could they. You did a quick scan to make sure everyone had on their ring.

Kun caught on and held his hand up, “no one is going to steal us from you.”

“I just wanted to make sure,” you averted their eyes as they saw your soft side.

Kun opened the door for everyone and gave everyone a red rose before they left the manor. The boys all stepped outside while you and Kun were left. You looked at the two holes on his neck.

“I’m sorry,” you said as you ran your finger across the puncture wounds. He grunted in slight pain.

“It’s fine, I enjoyed you on top of me,” he teased you with a smile. You rolled your eyes and stepped past him.

         Yuta waited outside the door for you and held your hand steady as you stepped out. Your heels click on the cobblestone road that paved the way to your transportation to the party. You, Kun and Yuta caught up with the others. Mark, Taeil and Johnny on your left. Sicheng and Kun on your right. Each one of you held a red rose in your hands as you stared back at the manor. A magnificent green gem gleaned in the moonlight above the door.

“It’s time to go,” Sicheng put a hand on your shoulder. You nodded and turned your back, just then you heard a faint cry of the phoenix returning back to the manor.

UH, IM A CHILD OF GOD I SWEAR. I’ve been in that risky mood recently for a lot of things. Been doing things I usually don’t do and it opens up my eyes to realize that I shut myself in a lot and dont grab at new things. SO A COLLAB WITH JJ UWU AND SOME SUGGESTIVE CONTENT IS ALWAYS THE BEST WAY TO EXPRESS IT. I kinda like the whole teasing you guys about suggestive stuff bc I CANT WRITE SMUT IM A CHILD OF JESUS MY SUPERSTARRRR - Chii

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Le Trio Mortel Part 4

This is for readers 18+!!!! this contains NSFW GIFs!!! 

This is a wonderful collab with my babes @laketaj24 and @grungyblonde

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The sexual tension was palpable, and I could feel his desire for me vibrating through the air. Ivar and I were walking around the garden. I had to stop myself from staring because he looked so much like Baron. From the second I laid eyes on him I was working up a plan to retrieve my lover’s soul from that bitch of a coven. My thoughts were interrupted by the warmth of Ivar’s hand sliding down my arm and his silky voice, “So, how do you know those other girls?” Ivar asked curious.

“They are very good friends of mine that have been around for a long time. Really, they are my family.” I answered stopping to look at my midnight orchids. “Marie, I have seen you in my dreams, I feel very strange here, with you, but it feels right. I don’t know how to explain it.” I sat down on a bench and motioned for him to sit with me. “What were we doing in your dreams?” I asked, knowing exactly what we were doing, I wanted to gage his reaction when he talked about intimacy. “Fucking mostly.” He said bluntly. “It was so real, your skin feels the same against mine,” he said running his hand over and gripping my thigh. “My gods, you are beautiful Marie and I want you, I must have you.” I smirk at his excitement. Before I could respond I heard the other girls milling around inside the parlour and Ivar’s brothers talking.

Meli was standing against the bar with Hvitserk while he pours us a drink. I know she fed from him, I can see it in his expression, he is paler than before, and his eyes are red. Meli plops down in a seat across from us and as Hvitserk walks in front of me I can she where she bit him, it was healing quickly but I knew. Frankly, the girl had just a dash of self-control, the only reason I know that is because Hvitserk is still live.

Charlot walked in with Ubbe on her heels. He was following her like a loyal dog. I looked at her and lowered my eyes trying to see what, exactly, she has done to him. His eyes were glazed, his cheeks were red. I closed my eyes and inhaled deep, ugh he reeked of a love spell. I opened my eyes wide and silently mouthed, “love spell?” Charlot shrugged her shoulders and mouthed back to me, “Louis.”

I could see the resemblance and my god she loved that man. What happened to him was tragic and Charlot never really got over it. On the other hand, I don’t know if Meli has ever been in love with anything as much as she is in love with the need for revenge for her family’s death. Now that I have the vessel for Baron, we can take down the vampire coven that wronged us and Meli will get the revenge she craves.

Ivar’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts, “when we first got here didn’t someone say something about a tour?” I smiled at his enthusiasm to explore and looked up at the Meli, who was now sitting on Hvitserk’s lap and Charlot who was running her hands through Ubbe’s hair, literally petting him. They both looked at me and nodded with excited eyes. I reached over and slid my hand up Ivar’s leg, “we would love to show you around our city, come on, I know just where to start.”

***

We were all inside of the giant ballroom that Charlot knew so well. This is where she met Louis for the first time. I looked over and she was beaming, smiling from ear to ear. She grabbed Ubbe’s arm and pulled him close, “this is where we met Louis, ugh, it was so long ago.” Ubbe remained close to her side, nuzzling her affectionately, but questioned her, “who is Louis?” Charlot rolled her eyes hard, “shut up and stop questioning me.” She told him annoyed.

I look over and see Meli looking like a diva in her huge black floppy hat and enormous black sunglasses. I spelled her before we left, like I did most days, so she could enjoy her time in the sun, but she always hides behind her clothing and accessories when she went out during the day. Hvitserk was holding her hand and she led him around showing him trinkets, that were out on display, around the walls.

I lead Ivar to a different room while the other girls were distracted by the boys. The room we were in was much different and one I knew very well. The room was floored with dark cherry wood and iron all around, unlike the bright angelic ballroom. “If you can believe it this room was used for sacrificial offerings to multiple gods and people often had orgies in here.” Ivar was behind me and I could feel him getting closer, “Tell me more.” He said in a low, deep voice. “Voodoo is a culture deeply imbedded in the people of this city and it is very real.” Ivar’s body was pressed against mine and I could feel his excitement growing and pressing me hard against my backside. I pushed against him slightly and then pulled away, “let me show you something.” I walked over to the loose floorboard and shifted it and pulled out a black, leather roll bag. Ivar comes to sit on the ground next to me as I untie the bag. It was just as I left it, so many years ago. “Come sit here.” I told Ivar and he joined me on the floor. I adjusted him and drew a circle around him with a calcite stone. I drew three symbols that would summon Papa Legba and I lit three candles. I pulled out a small airplane bottle of rum, a cigar and a small piece of rum cake from my bag and placed it on the three symbols. Ivar looked at me very curious. “It’ll all make since soon love.” I said cupping his cheek with my hand and I leaned forward and kissed his soft lips. “Papa Legba, I summon you. I have brought Items I thought you would enjoy. Papa Legba, I summon you. Papa Legba, I summon you.” Suddenly, the candles were blown out and the shadow of a man was on the wall, it was him.

“Ahh Marie, long time no see.” His creole accent was thicker than I remembered. “What can I do for you priestess.” Ivar’s eyes opened wide at the word. Papa’s attention slowly slid over to Ivar, “you are not alone, I see.” Papa’s voice was deeper now, “I need you to show this young man my past.” Papa paused for a long while, “are you sure you want this Marie? I can not take the visions back after he has seen it.” I nod my head and look back at Ivar, “yes, I’m sure. Show him everything.” The second the last word came out of my mouth Ivar gasped loudly and fell back. His eyes rolled back, and his back was arched off the ground and his mouth was agape. He looked as if he was seizing and then, his body went limp. Papa’s voice was calm and smooth as silk, “it is done, when he wakes he will know everything about you.” I sat up on my knees, “Papa. There is one last thing.” Papa let out a deep laugh, “What is it child?”

“Where is the soul of my beloved Baron?” I asked hoping he confirmed what I already thought. “It is with a man named Echbert.” Those were Papa’s final words, suddenly, the candles were lit again, Papa’s offerings were gone, and Ivar inhaled deeply and rose, sitting with his back straight. He turned his head to look at me. He is searching my face for answers and I reached out a hand and pull him to his feet. After we are both standing Ivar pushed me hard against the wall, pinning me in place. He wasn’t angry, he was aroused. He pushed his hips against mine and his hard cock was grinding into me. I was expecting he would want to talk after my historical download, but I guess not.

His shirt was off before I knew it. I racked my nails down his smooth chest and over his abs. He grunted unzipping his jeans quickly. He pushed up my dress exposing my heat. Ivar licked his fingers and wiped them on my, already, wet entrance. He grabbed my thighs and wrapped them around his waist. He plunged himself deep into me. I hissed at the abrupt shock of pleasure. He buried his face into my neck as he pumped in and out of me. “I need to help you, I want to help you.” Ivar knew I needed his body for Baron’s soul. He sounded so desperate to help, like he would do anything for me. His tone made me drip with arousal. My orgasm was building, “yes. Yes!” I said as he filled me to the hilt. My pussy clenched around his cock and he let me ride out my climax. When he came, he bit down hard on my shoulder. He took a moment to gather himself before pulling my dress back down to its normal length. He zipped his jeans back up and grabbed his shirt from the floor. “Should I call you ‘my priestess’ now that I know who you really are?” Ivar asked with a smirk. “Marie will do just fine. I know you have many questions and I will answer them all.” I said brushing my fingers through his obvious sex hair.  

As we walked out of the backroom, Hvitserk’s voice echoed in the large ballroom, “will we be eating on this tour?” Ivar snapped his head towards his brother, obviously annoyed, “Hvitserk! You never stop eating.” Meli and Charlot giggled, “Hvitserk, I have somewhere wonderful in mind to dine on this tour.”

***

We walk into Antoine’s on Saint Louis Street. “We have had some good times here, haven’t we ladies?” Meli and Charlot smirked at each other and responded with playful throaty laughter. I looked over to Ivar and he had a smile on his face, obviously knowing what I was referring to.  We all sat around a large round table with elegant place settings. I looked to Ivar that was studying the menu and I leaned in and whispered, “everything here is exquisite,” I ran my nails up and down his thigh to tease him. I let Ivar squirm in his seat as I looked at my girls. Charlot and Meli both looked like they were up to no good…as usual.

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and three more makes twenty ! i’ve really dropped the ball on this whole ‘not adding any more characters’ thing, but what can ya do? follow the links before for more info, or if you’re just wanting a quick and dirty blurb, just click the read more. i swear my intros get lazier by the second, so if you’ve got any questions just get at me !

MATTY ABRAMS ( Shawn Mendes FC )

DASH VAN KIRK ( Matt Czuchry FC )

RICHIE ZANETTI ( Milo Ventimiglia FC )

( SHAWN MENDES. 21. HE/HIM. CISMALE. ) MATTY ABRAMS, + ANIMATED, - CHANGEABLE. — youtube creator

an east coast native by way of north carolina, matty ( always matty, never matthew ) was raised by two duke alumni turned college football obsessors alongside his little sister, megan. all things considered, his upbringing was fairly normal for that of a fun-loving child. born deaf, megan required a little extra attention from their parents growing up, but matty had no trouble finding ways to keep busy — usually with the help of his cousins, who conveniently lived just up the street. they’d make up and perform 3-minute skits while their mothers drank lemonade on the back porch, and eventually those skits wound up, as all things do, on the internet. by the time matty was sixteen, his youtube channel frequented the popular page. offers and brand deals began to pour in, but it wasn’t until moving out west to california the day of his 18th that his channel truly hit its peak. nowadays, matty continues to make skits but has also gotten into vlogging. he’ll often collab with other content creators and has a squad of youtubers he frequently makes videos with. as far as the rest of the abrams clan is concerned, things are a little tense at the moment. even still, matty has so much love for his family and is a big advocate for closed captioning from his fellow influencers. he is currently dating fellow youtuber dylan baxter. the authenticity of their relationship is a much-debated subject amongst their respective fanbases, but matty knows what they have is real.

( MATT CZUCHRY. 35. HE/HIM. CISMALE. ) DASHIELL ‘DASH’ VAN KIRK, + ENTERPRISING, - NARCISSISTIC. — managing editor of verve monthly

gleaming high above the kola horizon is the spire that sits atop verve headquarters, its silver panes stark and unattainable among the rest. well-regarded among other publications such as gq and esquire, verve monthly was founded by the van kirk family in the mid 70s and has since grown to be one of the most popular men’s magazines on the market. saddled with the van kirk name and an esteemed legacy to live up to, dash has been the golden child from the moment he spoke his first words. ivy league educated by way of dartmouth, he returned to his stomping grounds post-grad to take his rightful place at the company. currently, dash is biding his time as second-in-command until his mother steps down as editor in chief, after which he intends to launch his plans to finally bring verve into the millennium. dash takes his career very seriously, but that’s not to say he doesn’t know how to let loose. he’s incredibly charming and loves to go out and indulge in the finer things life has to offer.

( MILO VENTIMIGLIA. 35. HE/HIM. CISMALE. ) RICCARDO ‘RICHIE’ ZANETTI, + DIPLOMATIC, - HAUGHTY. — co-owner of two brothers pizzeria

two brothers pizzeria has been a kola staple for the better part of a century. nonno giancarlo and his little brother, alessandro, first threw open its doors in 1953 after migrating to the united states, eager to keep the flavors of sicily alive. since then, the restaurant has remained in the family, passed down to their respective sons, salvatore and nero — then, ten years ago, salvatore’s own boys. known for their massive brick oven pies and family friendly atmosphere, richie grew up racing through the dining room with his brother and cousins. as a teenager, he was put to work — busing tables, making deliveries, honing his craft in the kitchen so that some day, he might perfect his grandfather’s recipes. during this time, richie started to notice something a little more sinister lurking behind the scenes. men in dark suits and envelopes of cash slid under the tables, private rooms being rented out at all hours. only after taking the reigns did richie get the full scoop — what passed as a family pizzeria was also the meeting ground for the local italian mafia, and had been for decades. since then, richie has tried his best to keep the crime out of two brothers, dubbing it neutral territory for the locals like he believes his grandfather originally intended. unfortunately, this has made him some unsavory enemies.