#even the fucking sparkly shop button grates on my nerves

[faintlyof]

Oh ew, I just noticed that the the -whole- bar that has a persons url in it in reblogs now takes you to their page. and also the whole thing highlights on hover.

was clicking/tapping the letters too difficult? like now im going to accidentally be opening randos blogs up constantly. which also, yeah, if im clicking on the persons blog from within the reblog, i want to see the POST on THEIR blog, im not here to fuck around and scroll back for 20 years trying to find it just because i need to cut someone out of the reblog chain before i send it to a friend???

and if i get to the post and then want to see their blog, easy. click home or whatever theyve called their main page or whatever

but like ive already accidentally opened like 5 different blogs and its been like 2 minutes,im tired

[lavishedinjimin]

a little bit of sugar, daddy [8]

↳ Pairing: taehyung x reader 

↳ Genre: smut

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word count: 5.0k

↳ Warnings: detailed smut, use of vibrators and nipple clamps, dirty talk, unprotected sex (stay safe!!), edging, dom-sub themes, big dick!tae, handcuffs, multiple orgasms. 

↳ Synopsis:  Taehyung - a sugardaddy and a businessman, a man who derives his life from sex, pleasure, and money. Y/n - a girl working at a small cafe, whose sex life is as dry as the weekly delivered coffee beans. Will Y/n adjust to the new lifestyle she agreed to, and keep up with all of the dirty antics with Taehyung?

Previous and subsequent chapters are located in my masterlist. Please check it out! 

“Go upstairs and wait for me in bed.” Taehyung’s deep bass voice resonated in the car once he stops the engine. You were utterly and dreadfully terrified with the tone of his voice.

You felt small. Like a kitten lost in the middle of the night. (You never intended to) make him angry, but you were too scared to say anything to apologize.

Taehyung unlocks the car and that was your cue to get out. You were about to open the door before he speaks, “Undressed, may I add.”

You turn to him with big eyes, wondering if you heard correctly. “You want me naked?”

Taehyung snarls at you with a single eyebrow up, his mouth frowning. “Did I stutter, Y/N?”

You look away from his burning gaze, your heart thumping in your chest. “No.”

He doesn’t reply but instead looks at you expectantly. The two of you stared at each other for five seconds before you quickly got what he was looking for.

“No, s-sir.”

He nods once, “That’s more like it.”        

~

Your heart was beating outside of your chest as you stripped down into nothing. You chuck away your expensive fucking shoes, removing your blouse and shorts and chucking them on the floor.

“Does he mean my underwear too?” you asked yourself, biting your lip. You didn’t understand why you were so nervous, no one was even here to watch you.

You sigh when you unclasped the uncomfortable bra from your chest, throwing it on the pile of clothes along with your panties. You proceed to crawl up to your bed, waiting for him to enter. You haven’t had sex with him for weeks, and you didn’t know what’s to come.

It’s already been ten minutes and he still hasn’t arrived. The room was growing cold from the air conditioner, small bumps arising your skin. You were almost convinced that he wasn’t going to arrive, and he was just playing some cruel games with you.

You crossed your arms, hugging your naked skin. You were so exposed, feeling so degraded.

Huffing in dismay, you stood up from the cool bed and made your way to the short little hallway leading to the door. He was not going to make you wait any further. But you still thought that you looked absolutely ridiculous walking around the room naked. Nipples erect and all that.

You were about to reach for the doorknob – however, just like in cliché stories – the door immediately swings open. You gasp in shock from the sudden intrusion. And there stood Taehyung, his brows furrowed in utter bewilderment. His eyes roam up and down your body, being slightly satisfied that you followed his instructions and undressed. He smirks when he sees your perked nipples, probably from how cold the room was.

“What were you doing?” he asks, crossing his arms together. Your eyes fly to the shopping bag in his right arm, all of the toys possibly in it.

“I was,” should you lie? You clear your throat, looking away from his gaze, “I was about to look for you.”  

“Didn’t I say to wait for me in the bed, Y/n?” he steps forward, making you slowly walk the opposite way. He was towering over you and you felt helpless. You gulp, “I-I know, but I was just—”

“Excuses, excuses,” he muses, backing you up against a nearby wall. “You just need to have countless amounts of excuses packed in you, huh?” He presses his body tightly against yours, whining from the pressure of the rough material of his jeans against your unmasked skin. He lifts his hand up and holds your jaw tightly, forcing you to look directly at his irises. His eyes were unwavering as opposed to yours.

“Why couldn’t you follow such simple orders, baby girl? Or did you not hear me?” His thumb slowly grazes against your bottom lip, his eyes following the action. He moves his hand down until it wraps around your neck. He firmly applies pressure, but not enough to completely cut off your breathing. Just the way he knew you liked it.

“You took…You took long,” you look down in embarrassment, staring at the bag he was securely holding onto.

You heard him scoff, “Do you want me to use these toys on you without washing them, Y/n? Come on now,” within a quick moment he flings you to the bed, a quiet ‘oomph’ escaping your mouth. He was right about that though, and it made you feel super dumb. He wasn’t just going to remove those sex toys outside their boxes and put them on your body.

The air of the room suddenly turns warmer when you watch him remove his shirt, exposing his body to you. Your mouth instantly waters, for it has been so long since you’ve seen him undressed. He has that signature sly smirk glued to his face the whole time as he watches your reactions. He fiddles with his buttons and finally pulls his pants down, kicking them to the side.

Your eyes try to look elsewhere expect the bulging hard dick that’s been confined to his boxers.

“Come, stand up,” he says and you comply immediately, making his chuckle darkly. “And now you obey me,” he sits at the edge of the bed right in front of you, “but it’s too late now, angel. I’m gonna punish you for the bad little girl you have been.”

His big hands grip your waist, kneading it firmly. It caused you to release a little moan, biting your lip right after.

“But first, why don’t we do something about these.” He flicks your hardened nipples a couple of times and rubbing them with his thumbs, applying circling motions. You whimpered, pulling on his wrist as you try to pry them away.

“Sensitive?” he asks with a grin.

“Mhmm,” you replied, nodding your head.

“Oh, baby,” he coos as he caresses your left cheek, a sinister smile forming his face, “That’s disappointing to hear because I wanna use these on you,” he reaches behind you to grab the shopping bag and pulls out the nipple clamps attached to a sparkly silver chain. You felt your heart pound loudly in your chest, feeling nervous but excited at the same time. It looks scarier when it was actually mere inches away from your nipples compared when they were displayed on the mannequins.

You watch closely as he nears the clamps to his mouth, wetting them with his tongue, sucking on the toys seductively as he maintained eye contact with you. You bite your lip as you released a quiet mewl, tugging on his forearm.

Taehyung scoffs, “You desperate for it, baby?”

He doesn’t let you answer and without any warning, he hastily pulls you closer and places one clamp on your hard nipple. “Ha-aah,” your eyes expand from the sudden stinging feeling, gripping his shoulders tightly. “O-oh, T-Taehyung…”

Taehyung quirks his brows, clamping the second one on your other bud, “Huh? What did you say?”

He increases the tightness of the clamps by twisting the little screws on the side, and he isn’t afraid to do so. He watches you struggle to keep yourself on your feet, your body quivering from the sensitivity.

“S-sir, I mean sir, s-shit, so tight,” You couldn’t form any concrete thought as the feeling of your nipples both being pinched so tightly clouded your mind. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter and getting hornier as each second passes by.

“Yeah? Take your fucking punishment like a good girl, angel.” He sneers. Taehyung then pulls on the silver chain, your nipples being tugged. You let out a loud gasp – you could’ve sworn you felt your slick drip down your thighs.

You dig your nails into his skin, causing him to hiss. Taehyung looks up at you, eyes in a sultry little squint. He removes your hands from his body and holds both of your wrists in one hand as he reaches the bag again.

“Close your eyes and turn around,” he lets go of your wrists and you obey him. Darkness overflowed your mind as you faced away, gulping the large ball in your throat. You never really know what’s to come when you’re with him. You didn’t have any clue what he’s got in store for you.

“What a—”

“Don’t talk.” He pronounces strictly, his voice deeper than ever before. You felt your pussy clench around nothing from his domineering tone.

*Click*

Your eyes shoot open when you realized what it was.

It all happened so fast. He had grabbed your wrists and locked them together in handcuffs. You felt that there was a soft and fluffy material around the cold metal, and you were grateful for it.

He grips your waist and turns you around, facing your flushed state. He smirks evilly, liking your reaction. “So I-I won’t be able to touch you?” You quietly asked with a blush. Your timid attitude caused his dick to twitch against the painful confinement of his pants.

He taps his lap, and you straddle him carefully. Taehyung notices how drenched your pussy has become, and it takes all of his self-control to prevent himself to pound into you then and there.

“No, this is your punishment, remember? Sir will teach you a lesson. You’ll let me do anything to this precious, cute body of yours, hmm? Let me ruin it?” He runs his big, right hand up and down your side, causing shivers to run down your spine.

“Yes, sir.” You answer. You were here to please him, after all, at any cost.

He grins, “That’s my good girl.”

He leans forward to get another item for the 3rd time, and this time he wasn’t afraid to show it to you. He takes the pink Hitachi vibrator, and you immediately whine. He looked so fucking intimidating as he carefully assembled the toy, switching it on. You took a deep breath when he sets in on the first level.

The buzzing sound filled the silence of the room. It wasn’t too loud, just the right amount to set your nerves on fire. Taehyung spreads his thighs apart, making your legs do the same. Your drenched cunt visible to his lust-filled eyes.

He nears the head of the toy near your pussy, grazing it on your folds ever so slightly. “Mmhp,” your hands pull on the cuffs, closing your eyes shut.

“Look at me baby, don’t close those pretty eyes.”

You follow his words and reopened your eyes, directing them on his own. “Don’t hold those moans back, okay? I want the neighbors to hear how needy you are for me.”

Within a second, he finally presses the vibrating toy on your folds, and your whole body jerked upward from the new feeling. He rubs the head up and down your pussy, soaking the buzzing toy.

Taehyung looks at you in amusement, wondering how you look so gorgeous. He couldn’t take his eyes off of your beautiful body, his unoccupied hand massaging your hips. “Feels good?” he rasps and you choke out a ‘yes’. “Yeah, feels good doesn’t it?”

From one, he ups the level to a solid seven without any notice.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh! S-sir!” You try to pry away from the vibrator, your body jerking away from the sudden change. “Nggff, so f-fast,” you close your eyes tightly, biting your bottom lip roughly. You wanted to hold onto something, to scratch something, but the cuffs were preventing you. You felt like your whole body was one fire, your mind clouding in lust. You were so fucking frustrated that you couldn’t hold onto something as you wanted to.

Taehyung suddenly slaps your ass hard, the harsh sound resonating throughout the room, pressing the toy even firmer on your pussy. “Don’t fucking close your eyes. Didn’t I tell you to look at me?”

He rubs the head roughly on your clit. New sensations filled your body, grinding onto the toy desperately. You were ecstatic. It doesn’t help that you can clearly see his huge dick under his boxers, begging to come out. You want it inside of you. You were craving to be filled up with his huge dick instead of this vibrator.

You felt a knot forming in your stomach, signaling that you were already close. “Such a bad girl you are, one instruction isn’t enough, huh?” he growls, setting the speed higher.

“A-aah, sir! I’m g-gonna—”

“Don’t think I’m gonna let you cum so easily, slut,” he taunts. The head was soaking with your juices, some of it dripping down to the floor. You were so needy for him, wanting to cum so badly. Right before you were about to release, he removes the wand away from your clenching pussy.

“N-no, no,” you whimpered. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, tugging at the cuffs behind you. Taehyung chuckles darkly, lifting the toy up to his face. He keeps his gaze on you as he licks a bold stripe on the head, tasting your slick. He groans in the process, his cock growing rock-hard.

“Taste too fucking sweet,” he growls, setting the level up to nine and has no problem in pressing it back against your core. You were still trying to catch your breath from the last denial, the abrupt feeling of the vibrations pressing on your core pulled you back to the edge.

“S-sir… p-please, s-so fast—mmhhng—wanna c-cum.” You mewl, your poor body shivering in intense pleasure. 

You were a sweaty mess, your hair stuck to your neck, your forehead forming little beads of sweat. Taehyung was making you work. 

This time, he focuses more on your clit. He presses against it firmly, wiggling it here and there to bring you closer.

“Wanna cum, angel?” he asks and you immediately nod vigorously.

“Yes, yes, yes, s-sir—o-oh fuuuuckkk—yes!”

Much to your dismay, he moves the toy away from you a second time and you release a loud cry. He pulls on the chain of your nipple clamps, sparks of pleasure washing over you.

“S-sir! Please, please, just let me cum.” You whimpered, the corners of your eyes drooping down, desperation taking over you. Even though there was a soft fabric around the handcuffs, you still thought that your wrist will turn red from all of the pullings you’ve done. 

“Hmm,” he pretends to think, “I don’t think so.”

You have never seen Taehyung like this. He was cruel, edging you again and again, denying your orgasms. But as bad as it sounds, you liked it. You like how he can control your body, how he can be so strict and domineering. He has such a strong aura that is so intimidating, yet it turns you on. 

He wraps his arms around you unexpectedly and throws you on the bed. “Head down, ass up, baby doll.” He orders. You did as you were told, your right cheek pressing against the mattress and waited patiently, though your patience were already wearing thin. You felt the bed dip down behind you, signaling his presence.

His hands grope your ass roughly, spanking it a couple of times. “This pretty ass, fuck, wanna ruin it.”

Your whimpers were muffled when you heard the toy was switched on again, and this time, Taehyung places it on the highest speed. Ten.

“Wanna cum, baby girl? Cum hard for me?”

“Mhmm, yes please, p-please sir, I’ll be a good girl for you.”

Taehyung smirks, his cock twitching by your words, “Good.”

He pushes the vibrator past your folds, firmly running it up and down your slick. He watches how your pussy would clench around nothing every time he aligns it up on your entrance. He chuckles, loving your body’s reactions.

He keeps it aligned on your hole, causing it to drip more slick out of your system and onto the toy. It was so messy, just how Taehyung liked it. You squirmed violently when he replaces the toy with two of his slender fingers and pushes it inside without warning.

“Tae—sir! Oh my god!” your body shake viciously when he pumps deep and hard with one hand, and the other aligning the toy back on your throbbing clit. The double action making your body tremble and shake.

“You like that?” he taunts, “Finally have something inside of that desperate little pussy, huh?”

“Mmmm shit, shit, shit, sir – more,” you moaned, shutting your eyes, indulging yourself in the feeling. Taehyung bites his lip as he adds a third finger, stretching your walls out deliciously.

“Filthy little fuck slut,” he groans, “You want my cock don’t you, hmm?” You moan from his words, whining in need, “You want this big cock inside that little, tight pussy. Stretch you out real good, huh? Feel my dick deep inside your stomach, make you cum hard. Is that what you want?”

“Yes! Y-yes, I want that, s-sir,” his filthy words send you closer to your high, and you prayed to a god that he won’t deny your orgasm again.

“I’m so close, please let m-me cum!” you begged, followed by a long moan when he replaces the toy with his own mouth, sucking on your clit. His tongue worked wonders on your bud, swirling it around and flicking it continuously. His fingers were still pounding into you, and this time he doesn’t stop.

“Aaahh, oh my – mmnggff, s-sir,”

“Let it out, my angel,” he mutters.

A heavy wave of pleasure came through your body, like a waterfall bursting over a cliff. You finally exploded your cum around his fingers. Your mind turns blank and your body quivers intensely. “Thaaaat’s it, that’s my good, pretty girl. Fuck,” Taehyung lets you ride out your high and removes his fingers.

He sucks on his digit one by one, savoring your cum as the other hand palms his cock. He was getting impatient himself, and all of the teasings was over. He removes the cuffs and throws it on the floor, making you sigh in relief as you finally got your hands back to yourself.

Taehyung flips you over to your back. He leans down and kisses your lips passionately, and you respond back with all of the strength left in you. He holds your face delicately, completely opposite with his previous actions. 

“One more time, baby,” he says against the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. “I want you to cum one more time, on my cock this time.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply, biting your lip. Taehyung smiles, placing a quick peck on your lips before he tugs his underwear. His huge cock springs out, standing up proudly with precum oozing from the tip. Taehyung smirks when he sees your reaction, “Been a while since you’ve seen this cock, huh?” he pumps his length, his large hand almost looking small wrapped around his dick. 

He aligns himself on your entrance, hiking your right leg up. He pushes himself in, inch by inch, filling you up so good.

“Yeah, like that,” he grunts, “your cunt feels so tight, baby. Nice and snug around my big cock.”

He doesn’t wait any further and forces the rest of his length inside you. He starts to pound into you animalistically, shoving his whole length in and out. You immediately run breathless, eyes rolling at the back of your head. “Fuck, you love my cock, hm? Say how much you love my big cock.”

“I l-love your big dick, stretching me out so well. I love it so much, sir, love h-how – a-aaah – how full it makes m-me feel,” Taehyung growls in satisfaction, his praise kink being fed nicely.

You don’t know where to look, the sight above you was just so hot. His damp, shaggy hair stuck in front of his eyes, his muscles flexing as he fucks you into another dimension, his half-lidded eyes watching your every reaction, watching how your boobs would bounce at each thrust. You’ve never felt so full and so satisfied in your life.

He tugs on your chains again, causing you to whimper deliciously, clawing at his back. “Those fucking whimpers of yours will be the death of me, baby girl.” He grunts, fucking you harder and deeper, his balls slapping against your pussy. 

Taehyung feels your cunt getting tighter, signaling that you were about to cum for the second time. “Shit, angel. Cum around my dick, c’mon, cream on this fucking cock.”

He thrusts into you at a deeper and faster pace, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You were seeing stars, your body going numb. “S-so tight, feel so fucking amazing,” he grunts. A few more powerful thrusts and you finally released your cum, shaking violently, your pussy spasming around him. He tugged at your chain once more as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm to reach his own climax, his groans and moans growing louder.

“Fuck, my dick’s made for you baby girl,” he whispers, his thrusts getting sloppier. A few seconds later, his cock twitches once and he instantly pulls out, spurting his cum on your stomach. He shoots hard enough that some ended on your chest, the action so lewd. Taehyung throws his head back as he vigorously jerked his cock, not wasting any cum. He looks at your cum-painted body, chewing on his bottom lip in the process. He smirks down at you, loving how your doll-like eyes were looking at him so cutely as if you weren’t just given the best fuck of your life.

He leans down again and connects his lips to yours, this time very slowly and passionately. Taehyung’s eyebrows were creased as he devoured your lips, your sweet taste. He wanted to stay like this forever. The atmosphere quickly changes and he was now back to his sweet and loving persona, his hands running down your sides to comfort you. “You did so great, angel,” he says against your mouth, “Did you enjoy it?”

Your cheeks go red, “I did.”

He moves to remove your nipple clamps, a little moan leaving your lips when the cold air hits your buds. “Did the clamps feel good?” he asks, discerning exactly what you were going to say. He teasingly flicks them with his index finger, chuckling when you whined in bliss.

“Yeah,” you sighed, “it felt so good, every time you tugged on it.”

“Pleasure with pain, hm?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Just a couple of more steps baby, and you’ll be as kinky as me.” He uttered and that made you giggle. 

Taehyung stands up from the bed and walks to the bathroom. He comes back with a wet towel and cleans you with it. He wipes your cum-stained skin gently, his act so soft compared to a two minutes earlier.

“Y/n,” he speaks, “have you tried getting into any sort of birth control?”

“U-uhh, I haven’t… why?”

“I really want to cum inside you next time,” he says without holding back, and the thought made your eyes wide. You thought of feeling his cum so deep inside you, filling you up caused you to clench around nothing. “I-I—stop!” You exclaim and Taehyung laughs.

“Okay, okay,” he brushes your baby hairs away from your face, then cups your right cheek. “But I’m serious. Go to your doctor when you have time, yeah?”

“Yes, sir,” you teased, smiling when he raised an eyebrow up at you. 

“Don’t test me, angel. I won’t hesitate to use those whips on you.” 

You gasp, “T-the what?” 

Taehyung chuckles, shaking his head as he leans down to press a kiss on your lips, “I’m kidding, babe. But I am reserving those for next time.” 

~

“I’d appreciate it a lot if you don’t put your feet up on my table, Jungkook.” Taehyung says as he looks at his friend expectantly. Jungkook only chuckles, his right hand playing with his bottom lip as he shakes his head.

Taehyung sighs and leans back on his chair, brushing his hair back in frustration, “I can’t believe you actually own a goddamn company.”

“And I can’t believe that you’ve acclaimed a girl like Y/n.”

Taehyung looks at Jungkook with a hard gaze, daring him to say those words again, “Repeat what you just said.”

Jungkook laughs and stretches his arms up, then resting them at the back of his head. “I said that you’re really lucky to have Y/n.” he stands up from the chair and walks away, his back facing Taehyung. “Just tell me if you’re ever done with her, maybe I’ll give her a go.”

Taehyung stands up so quickly and made his way towards Jungkook, “What did you say, Jeon?” he blurts, grabbing his shoulders and flipping him around so they were now facing each other.

“Chill, chill,” the younger one chuckles, “I mean, since you don’t like that idea… how’s about a threesome?”

“Get the fuck out of my office!” Taehyung yells, pointing at the doorway with rage. Jungkook likes messing with him, ever since they were in school. Taehyung knew deep down that he was just joking, but you never really know what could happen with Jungkook.

Jungkook smirks at him, pushing his arm back down, “I’m joking, Taehyung. M’not serious.”

“Jungkook, I’m telling you this now, stay away from Y/n.” Taehyung utters with his deep voice, being serious as ever. “I don’t care if you’re joking or not. Y/n is mine and mine only, you know how possessive I can get.” He crosses his arms close to his chest, looking directly at Jungkook’s eyes.

“Oh, hyung, don’t go too possessive of her.”

Taehyung takes a deep breath as he slumps himself on the leather couch, ruffling his black eye-length hair, “I know, I know. Y/n’s just too special to me.”

Jungkook creases his brows together, looking at Taehyung with a grin, “Isn’t that what you said for Crissy?”

“Stop fucking mentioning her name, Kook. I’m done with her and you know that.” He huffs, frustrated. “I don’t want anything to do with her ever again.”

“Well, that’s just sad.”

“What?” he looks up at him, and all he wanted to do was to slap that shit-eating grin out of his face.

“I just saw Crissy on my way up here, and I think she’s looking for you.”

Taehyung scoffs hastily, shaking his head side to side in disbelief. “That girl just can’t control herself, huh? What does she want now? Money? You know I can give her anything she wants just to leave me the fuck alone, right?”

“I know that Tae, but look—that girl’s not alone.”

“Who’s she with?” Taehyung quirks his brow.

Jungkook hesitates for a moment, instantly regrets mentioning Crissy. He could’ve just pretended that he had never seen her, and simply act surprised. But that wasn’t the case. Taehyung was gaping at him with such an intense stare that he couldn’t run away from.

“She’s…”

“Oh just fucking tell me, Jungkook!”

“She’s with Y/n.”

~

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[staystrange]

somewhere in the crowd there’s you

The Bright Sessions • Adam Hayes / Caleb Michaels Rating: T • ~3.7k words • ao3 cw: a little bit of sensory overload

He’d never looked forward to prom before the way the rest of the school did, but once Adam entered his life, he’d suddenly begun counting down the days. Not for himself, though; he just wanted to make this night as perfect as possible for Adam, for both of them together.

-or-

Caleb and Adam go to prom!!

Thank you to my lovely lovely friend Leo (@fandoms-are-my-lifestyle) for beta-ing this for me and for encouraging me to write this thing. I'm so glad I introduced you to TBS and to Caleb and Adam because your reactions to everything have brought me so much joy during this awful year and honestly, so has our friendship : )

Title: "Super Trouper" from Mamma Mia! because duh.

Caleb leaves Dr. Bright’s office after helping her move her stuff into her car, his heart sinking a bit as he realizes this is likely the last time he will ever pass through this doorway. The sadness doesn’t last long, though — as soon as he hears the door click shut behind him, he feels a wave of calm wash over him, the kind of calm he only feels when Adam’s around.

As if the thought of Adam summoned him into Caleb’s presence, Adam rounds the corner and the calm quickly sweeps away in favor of the warm bubbles that Caleb has come to recognize as love. He can’t help the giant grin that melts onto his face matching the one already on Adam’s.

“Hey Meathead,” Adam says in greeting.

“Dork,” Caleb replies, nodding at Adam.

Adam stops a few steps away from Caleb, the love mixing with a little bit of humored shock. “I’m sorry, did you just bro nod me?” Caleb bursts out laughing. “You might as well be tackling me into the friend zone.”

“I’m definitely not doing that.” Caleb’s voice is soft as he reaches out his hand for Adam, who takes it and lets Caleb pull him into a kiss.

When they reluctantly part to breathe, Adam says, “Are you sure? I dunno, maybe I should kiss you again just to make sure you’re telling the truth.”

“Maybe you should.”

And he does, standing on his tiptoes and tilting his head up to capture Caleb’s lips in a kiss again. Caleb smiles into the kiss as the bubbly love feeling intensifies, and Caleb feels so happy he thinks he could die from it. It wouldn’t be the worst way to go, he decides.

“Okay, boys,” Dr. Bright says as she opens her office door, startling them apart. “You know I’m very happy that you boys are very much in love, but the path in front of my office is not the best make out spot.”

Adam’s dark skin reddens significantly, and Caleb knows he’s blushing too. “Sorry, Dr. Bright, we were just about to leave.”

“Tuxedo shopping for prom, right?” She has a knowing smile on her face, and Caleb can feel contentment pouring off her with a touch of pride sprinkled on top.

“Yep,” Adam replies, biting his lip to hide his smile. It’s one of his cutest habits. “I know he hates shopping, but I just can’t let him take me to prom in —“

“—his dad’s powder blue tux, yes, I heard,” Dr. Bright says with a soft laugh. “Well, I won’t keep you boys, then.”

“Bye, Dr. Bright!” Caleb says with a wave, and she waves back as she walks down the path ahead of them.

“We should get going, too,” Adam says, squeezing Caleb’s hand. “Our appointment is soon.”

Caleb’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Appointment?”

“Mm hmm.” Adam nods. “I booked us a private appointment at the tuxedo store down the street. I thought, yaknow, that might make things easier for you. I hope that’s okay? I wasn’t sure but I didn’t want to lose the appointment…”

Adam trails off. Caleb just stares at Adam for a moment before finally replying once he feels Adam start to get nervous. “That sounds perfect. You’re perfect. God, I fucking love you.”

Adam’s eyes go wide, as if it’s the first time all over again. “I love you too,” he replies. “Ready?”

Caleb smiles. “Ready.”

———

Adam holds the door open for Caleb when they arrive at the tuxedo store, and Caleb lets out a sigh of relief when he sees that it is, in fact, empty. The relief doesn’t last long, though, because an employee notices them immediately and walks over to them, bringing his tense orange spikes of anxiety and stress with him. Caleb flinches when it hits him, and Adam, ever attentive, grabs his hand and squeezes, reminding Caleb to take deep breaths. When he glances over at Adam in thanks, Adam’s already smiling back at him, and after a moment, he leans up and kisses Caleb’s cheek.

“So, how can I help you two lovebirds today?” the most well-dressed man Caleb’s ever seen says, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Uh, we have an appointment. For a tuxedo fitting for prom,” Adam replies. Caleb feels a surge of something from Adam that he quickly parses as a thick mixture of disbelief, nerves, and exhilaration before it dissolves back into the usual blue. It hits Caleb all over again that for Adam, even speaking to Caleb is something he thought would only ever happen in his wildest dreams, let alone dating him and going to prom with him; Caleb’s next thought is that this all feels like a dream to him too, one that he’d never even considered having, but now that it’s happening, it’s nothing short of perfect.

“Names, please?” the man asks.

“Adam Hayes and Caleb Michaels.”

“Ah, of course, right this way.” He leads them to a selection of tuxedos on the left side of the store that had been set aside for prom season. “Feel free to try a few on and let me know when you’ve each decided so I can have them tailored for you.”

“Thank you!” Caleb calls to his receding back, and Adam chuckles.

They turn together to look at the selection, and this time it’s Caleb who has to squeeze Adam’s hand to keep him calm. His eyes pass over the selection and stop on one on a mannequin in the middle with a black jacket and pants, a shiny purple vest, and a crisp white button down. He lets go of Adam’s hand to walk up and closer look. He can see it now: him and Adam taking prom photos on his front lawn, him leading Adam into the venue and onto the dance floor, Adam leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips as they slow dance —

“Hey, babe, you okay in there?” Adam’s voice snaps Caleb out of his dream and back to the tuxedo store, where Adam stands with a simple black and white suit gently folded over his arm.

“Wha— yes, yes I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Adam, I promise I’m okay,” Caleb repeated. “Just got lost in thought for a second.”

“Okay.” He pauses for a moment. “I’m excited to see you in your tux.”

Caleb furrows his brow. “Isn’t it a thing that we’re not supposed to see each other in our suits before we actually wear them?”

Adam bites his lip to hold back a laugh. “Babe, we’re not getting married! For fuck’s sake, we can see each other in our tuxes before prom. I actually insist on it; you think I trust your taste after you were seriously considering wearing your dad’s tux?”

Caleb blushes. “Hey, don’t insult my dad like that. It was technically in style when he went to prom.” They both giggle together a little bit too loudly, until the employees give them a mildly dirty look and they force themselves to calm down. Of course, it only makes them laugh harder, but eventually they’re able to pull themselves together. “Anyway. Yeah. Let’s try these on.”

They choose two fitting rooms next to each other. Caleb hangs his tux on the hook on the wall before slowly closing and locking the stall behind him and taking a deep breath. He remembers going suit shopping before the Sadie Hawkins dance and feeling a sense of dread, but now all he feels is joyful anticipation not only to put the tux on, but to see Adam in his. Actually, it’s more about seeing Adam in his tux, if Caleb’s being honest with himself, but still. He can’t believe how much has changed in just a little over a year.

Caleb pulls off his t-shirt and jeans and carefully puts on the suit, looking at himself in the mirror once he slides the jacket on. To his surprise, he smiles at himself in the mirror while running his hand through his hair out of habit. He feels Adam’s sparkly bright blue excitement from the stall next door, so he knocks on the wall softly and asks, “You ready?”

“Yep. Ready when you are.” Caleb can hear the smile on his boyfriend’s face, and he almost can’t stand it.

“Okay, count of three.”

“Really, Caleb?”

“Yes! Come on Adam. Have a little fun.”

“Fine, count us off.”

“Okay.” Caleb’s grinning like an idiot now, and he’s never been more grateful for the opaqueness of changing room walls. “One, two, three.”

On three, Caleb and Adam both push open their respective changing room doors and turn to face each other. Adam audibly gasps and Caleb’s jaw drops as he stares openly at his boyfriend. “Adam,” Caleb breathes. “Oh my fucking God.”

“Oh my God, Caleb, no, you look so incredible what the fuck how is this my life?” Adam replies, his usually flawless speech reduced to absolute rambling. But Caleb can barely enjoy the satisfaction of the effect he’s having on Adam because he’s too busy thinking about the tuxedo that Adam’s wearing. It doesn’t have a vest like Caleb’s, but it’s made out of fucking velvet, and Caleb is completely obsessed with how it looks on Adam.

After multiple minutes of the two of them just staring wide-eyed at each other, Caleb hears Adam mutter "fuck it” before pulling Caleb into one of the changing rooms, bracketing him up against the wall with his arms, and crashing their lips together before Caleb has a chance to breathe. There’s part of him that’s still aware he’s in public at a tuxedo shop in Boston, but that part of him is drowned out by the rest of him that is completely focused on Adam. Adam’s fingers tangle in his hair, his lips on Caleb’s neck, his other hand —

“Whoa, okay,” Caleb says, gently pushing Adam back by the shoulder. “As much as I would, fuck, as much as I would love to do so much of that right now, we are in public in tuxedos that we still have to pay a lot of money for.”

Adam smirks, his expression still the hazy one he gets when they’re making out complete with flushed red cheeks and dark eyes he could get lost in forever. Caleb can’t get over just how gorgeous his boyfriend looks like this. “Well that’s easy enough to solve,” Adam says. “We can just take these off.”

Caleb groans loudly. “Adam, what the fuck, no! Where the hell is valedictorian Adam right now?”

“Valedictorian Adam has left the building. You have drunk in love Adam now, and he only cares about one thing.” Adam shakes his head, unable to take himself seriously. “Seriously, you look hot. I mean, you always look hot, but you look hot.”

“Wow, so eloquent,” Caleb replies, moving Adam’s hands off of his hips so he can smooth the suit out. “I don’t know about you, but I love both of these tuxes, so let’s go pay before something happens to them.”

———

Caleb’s doorbell rings five minutes before he told Adam to arrive, which means Adam is right on schedule. His mom answers the door before he has the chance to run downstairs; he can feel the nerves and desire to impress his mother radiating from Adam, but it’s not enough to cover up her pride and adoration. Caleb runs down the stairs, buttoning his sleeves as he goes, and leans in to whisper in Adam’s ear. “Relax, she loves you.”

“I would argue with you, but I know your superpower would prove me wrong, so why bother,” Adam whispers back. Caleb laughs. Neither of them can keep the smiles off their faces.

“You two can come inside, you know,” Caleb’s mother says; Caleb honestly had forgotten that she was still standing there.

“Right, yeah, we’re coming, Mom,” Caleb mumbles, taking Adam’s hand and leading him inside.

“When are Caitlin and her date going to be here? You know, I’m really glad that you all managed to stay close even after everything that happened.”

“Yeah, me too, Mom. She’ll be here in a minute or two, she’s very punctual.” As if on cue, the bell rings again, and Caleb opens it to reveal Caitlin and her date, a guy named Andrew from her math class.

“This is Andrew. Andrew, Caleb and Adam. Caleb and Adam, Andrew.”

“Caitlin, relax, just have fun. It’s good to see you, you look nice,” Adam says. And he’s right, she does. She’s wearing a pink sparkly high-low dress with pink high heels and white flowers braided into her hair, and it’s not something he would have ever expected to see her wear, but he has to admit that it suits her.

“Thank you, you do too,” she replies before turning to Caleb. “Well, this is a little different from the last time we went to a school dance together, isn’t it?”

Caleb laughs. “Fuck, you’re so right.” It takes him a moment to realize he hasn’t invited them in yet, so he does, and his mom positions them in that super cliche prom pose he always sees all over social media every single year. He can’t even be mad about it, though, because as he rests his hands at Adam’s waist, he feels five people’s worth of bubbly joy hit him all at once. Normally, that many people feeling the same emotion all at once would be way too overwhelming, but tonight, it’s not, so Caleb lets himself bask in the soft warmth of it all.

Once his mom has taken as many photos as her phone has the space for and gone through the whole “my son is so grown up!” cliché mom thing as Adam rolled his eyes and looped his arm around Caleb’s back, Caleb finally waves goodbye to his parents and leads Adam, Caitlin, and Andrew to his car. He holds the passenger side door open for Adam, who gives him a big smile as he closes it softly before walking around to the driver’s seat and sliding in. Once everyone’s seatbelts are on, Caleb starts the car and one of the playlists that Adam made for him immediately starts playing through the speakers. It’s one of the sappier ones, because of course it is, and Caleb blushes as he reaches to switch to something else, but Adam grabs his wrist to stop him, whispering, “It’s okay, babe, leave it on.” Caleb nods and pulls out of the driveway.

The glow of happiness from Adam only intensifies as they get closer and closer to the venue, and Caleb even hears him singing along softly to the playlist as Caitlin and Andrew chat in the backseat.

———

The second Caleb’s car is in park, he scrambles out of the car to get around to Adam’s side so he can open the door for him, and Andrew does the same for Caitlin. The second Adam is fully standing, he grabs Caleb’s hand and gives it a squeeze, and Caleb never wants to let go.

The parking lot is fairly empty (Caitlin had insisted they get there as early as possible), but as they walk up the steps and approach the large double doors, Caleb can feel the emotions of everyone inside all at once — all nerves, excitement, and love. He lets go of Adam’s hand so he can bring both hands up to cover his ears with them; even though he knows it doesn’t do a single thing to help, it’s all he can think to do.

“Caleb?” Adam’s voice breaks through the shield and reaches Caleb’s ears, and he turns to his boyfriend with fear and guilt in his eyes. “Caleb, look at me. Take a deep breath, just like Dr. Bright said. In, out. In, out.”

Caleb does as Adam instructs while Adam tells Caitlin and Andrew to go in ahead of them, and after a few moments Caleb lowers his hands to his sides again, reuniting his left hand with Adam’s right. Adam squeezes his hand. “Remember, babe, I’m here to keep you green.”

“Thank you. I… I’m so sorry, Adam. You deserve a better night than this. I just can’t get it together enough to deal with my stupid classmates all at once, and I —“

“No, Caleb, don’t apologize,” Adam says, cutting off Caleb’s self-deprecating monologue. “It’s okay. At least it’ll be mostly good feelings tonight, right? And if you ever feel like it’s too much, let me know and we can leave, okay? You matter more to me than some stupid prom,” Adam says, and Caleb knows he means every word of it.

“I’ll be fine,” he replies. “I wouldn’t want to ruin this night for you.”

Adam shakes his head, grinning. “Gosh, you dork, it’s already perfect and it’s more than enough, it’s more than I even dared to dream about. Don’t worry about me.”

“I thought you were the dork,” Caleb teases, feeling more like himself again.

“You’re a dork sometimes too. Come on, let’s head inside.”

They walk through the doors and check in at the table in the lobby before heading into the main room and finding the table that Caitlin and Andrew had found and saved for them. A Top 40 hit blasts out of the speakers and a bunch of students are dancing in the middle of the room, but most are chatting with friends and grabbing appetizers. Caleb is still adjusting to the emotions in the room, so he sinks into a chair at the table, Adam taking the one next to him. He’s content to just stare at Adam for a few moments, the velvet tuxedo and purple bow tie that he’d picked out to match Caleb’s vest and pocket square somehow even cuter on him than when they’d first gone shopping.

Adam catches him staring and stands, leaning in to kiss Caleb on the cheek. “I’m going to grab us some mini hot dogs, okay?” Caleb nods, watching Adam walk across the room. A couple of their classmates stop Adam to say hi, and the shocked look on his face and the feeling that comes with it just makes Caleb fall in love with him all over again. He’d never looked forward to prom before the way the rest of the school did, but once Adam entered his life, he’d suddenly begun counting down the days. Not for himself, though; he just wanted to make this night as perfect as possible for Adam, for both of them together.

He gets an idea.

———

They’re just finishing up their main course meal when Caleb hears it, and he breaks into a grin.

“What?” Adam asks, confused.

Caleb just points to the speakers. “Listen.” He watches Adam’s face as he tilts his head to hear better, and he knows that the opening chords of ABBA’s “Super Trouper” have reached his ears when Adam’s whole face lights up.

“Caleb, oh my fucking God,” he says, covering his face. “How did you do this?”

“Asked the DJ while you were up getting food.” Caleb gently pulls Adam's hands away from his face. “Come on, come dance with me.”

He can feel the confusion from his classmates, but he doesn’t care about any of it as he pulls Adam onto the dance floor and lifts their arms to twirl him around. Adam looks nervous, so Caleb starts singing along, probably making a huge fool of himself, and Adam laughs and visibly relaxes. “You’re ridiculous,” Adam says.

“You love it,” Caleb replies, twirling him again.

By this point, they’re not alone on the dance floor anymore, and as the song ends, Caleb’s eyes lock with Adam as the last “somewhere in the crowd there’s you” rings out.

———

They’re a few hours into prom now. The food is pretty much all gone, and Caleb can tell that some people in the room are more than a little drunk; thankfully not enough for them to get him drunk too, but enough that it’s noticeable.

Caleb, Adam, Caitlin, and Andrew had just sat back down after a few of their favorite songs played in a row when the music fades out. Caleb looks up to see Principal Stevens standing at the front of the room with the microphone in his hand.

“Okay, everyone, it’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for: the crowning of this year’s prom king and queen.” He unfolds the first slip of paper in his hand. “This year’s prom queen… is Caitlin Park!”

Caitlin stands and waves as she walks up to accept her crown. Adam cheers extra loud, and Caitlin rolls her eyes at him.

Principal Stevens unfolds the second slip of paper. “And this year’s prom king… is Caleb Michaels!”

Everyone in the room is cheering, especially the three people sitting with him, but Caleb is so surprised he doesn’t hear any of it.

“Babe, go!” Adam says, pushing Caleb out of his seat.

“That’s my boyfriend!” Caleb hears Adam shout as he approaches Caitlin and Principal Stevens on the dance floor.

“Principal Stevens, what’s going on? I didn’t even run, I didn’t even think we did this stuff here!” Caleb says.

Principal Stevens just shrugs with a smile. “You must be pretty well liked, Caleb,” he says as explanation, placing the sparkly plastic crown on Caleb’s head.

“You are,” Caitlin adds. “People really think highly of you, Caleb. Just enjoy this. You deserve it.”

“Ready to dance?” Principal Stevens asks them, and Caleb and Caitlin both realize in that moment that being crowned prom king and queen means they have to dance. Together. In front of everyone.

Thankfully, Caitlin reacts quickly. “Actually, Principal Stevens, would it be alright if we each just danced with our dates instead?”

“Would that be okay with you, Caleb?” Caleb nods. “Well, if that’s what you both prefer, then it’s totally fine with me.”

The music starts, and Caleb feels a tap on his shoulder. He spins around to see Adam, gorgeous as ever, in a mock bow with his arm out to Caleb. “May I have this dance, Your Majesty?”

Caleb grins and holds his head high. “You may.”

Caleb rests his hands on Adam’s shoulders as Adam’s hands loop around Caleb’s waist and he presses his face into Caleb’s chest. They sway back and forth together, and for those few minutes, it’s like they’re really alone in the universe, just like they always dreamed.

“Hey,” Adam says, bringing them back to reality when the song changes to a more upbeat one. “Thanks for being my Super Trouper.”

“Anytime,” Caleb replies softly.