#just. not the. not the main one. currently.

[hannieehaee]

MAIN THING

18+ / mdi

summary: after years of insistence from soonyoung, he finally convinces resident social butterfly seungkwan to introduce him to his unrequited crush; a fellow idol at hybe who he has not been able to take his eyes off since moving to the company.

content: idol!hoshi x idol!reader, simp!hoshi, he's down horribly bad, seungkwan is fed up with hoshi, afab reader, smut, oral (m receiving), penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 11k

a/n: finally wrote a long hoshi fic everyone cheer

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"Just introduce me to her. Please," whined Soonyoung for the nth time that week.

"I already said no! Just go talk to her yourself like a normal person," rebutted Seungkwan, attempting but failing at disregarding his insistent friend.

"He can't do that. Last time they made eye contact he ran to hide behind Mingyu," snickered Jeonghan, invested in this conversation whenever it was brought up.

"I just need you to get the ball rolling. Please, Kwan-ah," he pleaded as he got up in Seungkwan's personal space – a thing everyone knew not to do.

Rolling his eyes, he sighed, "She already knows who you are, you know. There's no need to introduce you," he muttered under his breath.

"Wait, what. She does? Like knows knows me? Or just knows of Hoshi of Seventeen?", his eyes widened in shock, grabbing onto Seungkwan's shoulders to get his full attention.

"She knows Kwon Soonyoung, dumbass. She's one of my closest friends, why wouldn't she know of you?", he grumbled, attempting to shake off his friend.

Soonyoung sighed at the short-lived hope he had of you having maybe taken an interest to him and brought him up in conversation with Seungkwan, just to have confirmation (yet again) of you simply knowing him as Seungkwan's groupmate.

It had been two, no, three years since Soonyoung had first developed a special interest in you. Thinking back to when Pledis was first acquired by Hybe, Soonyoung still remembered the first time he saw you in person very vividly.

Instantly, he developed a crush on you from the very first glance, only falling further any time you'd cross paths in the building.

He had known of your existence before that, of course, but had never truly acknowledged his obvious crush on you until he first met you in person.

Unfortunately for Soonyoung, he was far too shy and introverted to ever actually engage in conversation with you, much less slide his way into your life the way Seungkwan so easily had – Seungkwan, who had become one of your closest friends. On the contrary, Soonyoung would actively go out of his way to avoid you, never even so much as making eye contact whenever Seungkwan would bring you around.

It was easy for him to become the mockery of the members due to this. Leave it to him to have his years-long crush become best friends with one of his best friends, leading him to your constant, nerve-wracking proximity.

At some point he decided that maybe he should break out of his shell – the shell he had created specifically to shield himself from his feelings for you. He decided that instead of avoiding you, he'd do the next best thing ... which was to ask Seungkwan to officially re-introduce you to each other.

You were blissfully unaware of Soonyoung's crush, he knew that much. Did you know of his existence? Barely, as you'd only interacted a handful of times, with those always being brief and impersonal interactions. This gave Soonyoung the perfect opportunity to start brand new with you. Except he'd need the help of his most extroverted friend, who just so happened to be your best friend.

After begging Seungkwan to please work his social butterfly magic on him, he found himself unsuccessful. Seungkwan would merely scoff and tell him to grow up, leading Soonyoung to be mocked by one of the other eleven members, and then the cycle would repeat. Currently, it was Jeonghan's turn to snicker at Soonyoung's misery, it seemed.

Taking note of Soonyoung's pouty lips and saddened demeanor, Jeonghan took pity on him and clapped his hands decisively before speaking up again.

"Okay, how about you let Hoshining here take your place in doing the TikTok challenge for maestro with Y/N? If they hit it off, then you've done your due diligence, and if not, Soonie can just go get fucked. Everybody wins," he suggested as he shrugged at Seungkwan.

Soonyoung lit up at this, choosing to completely disregard the last two sentences of his suggestion. This was more than enough for him to get the ball rolling.

Immediately joining in on the plan, he turned to Seungkwan once more, ready to beg again.

"Don't say anything," Seungkwan shushed him with a lift of his finger, opposite hand now digging into his temple in what Soonyoung hoped to simply be exaggerated annoyance, "I'll do it, just, please grant me twenty minutes of silence," he pleaded.

That worked well enough for Soonyoung.

"Okay, fuck, I don't think I can do this."

"Are you fucking kidding me?", Seungkwan practically growled.

"What he means is that he's a little nervous. Right, Soonie?," Jeonghan tried to alleviate, standing behind Hoshi and rubbing his shoulders in an attempt to soothe him.

"You've been begging for this for weeks. I already told Y/N you'd be meeting her at her group's floor. You're doing this," huffed Seungkwan, not truly angry but just easily riled up by his friend's needless anxieties.

"I know! I'll do it, just- I need to hype myself up for it," he took a deep breath.

"C'mon, Soonie. You look great, all you have to do is go up to her and impress her with your dancing. Your natural chemistry will do the rest," reassured Joshua, who had been let in on the situation by Jeonghan just a few days prior.

Although most of the members were well aware of Soonyoung's embarrassing crush on you, not all of them truly took an interest. Jeonghan and Joshua seemed to want to keep informed simply for entertainment purposes. Soonyoung didn't care as long as they helped ease his nerves somehow. He needed all the support he could get as he attempted to calm himself down enough to go face the love of his life (How he got to that conclusion, he was unsure, but the label felt right at the moment).

After about twenty more minutes of annoyed groans from Seungkwan and occasional breakdowns from Soonyoung, the four boys finally made their way to your floor, with Soonyoung's members joining in just for emotional support, or maybe to mock his nerves from afar.

Spotting you as you leaned against the wall next to your practice room, Soonyoung gulped, blinking rapidly to make sure the sight was correct. You weren't even wearing anything out of the ordinary, yet Soonyoung was enamored by how pretty you looked in your usual rehearsal attire. He could picture you lounging around his house in a similarly comfortable outfit, maybe waking up early to make breakfast as he came up to you and pressed up against you, breathing in your shampoo and-

"Soonyoung! Go!," whisper-yelled Seungkwan after a few moments of Soonyoung freezing in the hallway, letting his imagination take over for too long.

"C'mon, go say hi, Soonie," said Hannie, seemingly sincere in his encouragement.

You hadn't spotted him yet, seeing as they had barely entered the long hallway and you were standing on the opposite end. However, just a few steps and the sound of his footsteps would likely catch your attention. The thought made him sweat. Despite having briefly interacted with you before, he just couldn't imagine a one-on-one with you. He knew for a fact that he'd crash and burn the moment you shared a smile with him.

It was too late now, though. He was already moving towards you, creating a distance between him and his members while decreasing the distance between you and him. That was when you heard him coming, turning to face him and immediately offering him a smile, waving him over to you.

It was obvious to Soonyoung how you and Seungkwan had become friends so easily. You were both so friendly and outgoing, welcoming anyone who'd come your way.

"Hey, Soonyoung-Ssi. I was waiting for you," you smiled, meeting him halfway through the hallway.

With an awkward smile, he gave you a light bow, which you returned. His hand went up to rub at the back of his neck right after, an easy tell of his nerves, "Hah, sorry for keeping you waiting, I, uh, just lost track of time."

That was believable enough. He was known to lose track of things quite often. Sometimes even getting lost himself. However, he did not want to give a bad impression, so he felt slightly bad despite your demeanor not expressing any disappointment.

"That's fine, don't worry about it," you reassured him before peaking behind him into the length of the hallway, "Uh, why are your members crowding by the elevator?", you chuckled.

Fuck, were they still back there? They were supposed to drop him off and leave right after.

"Oh, they're just-"

"Hey, Kwannie! Guys! Come over here!", you called out to them in your usual friendly demeanor, turning back to face him afterwards, "The fans would love it if we all do it together," you smiled at him, clearly unaware that Soonyoung had meant to get you alone.

And that's how his plan got ruined within less than a minute of alone time with you.

"Oh, uh, yeah, for sure," he mustered a smile at you – which was mostly genuine, as he couldn't help himself in smiling when you were so likable.

The guys looked thrown off by you calling them over, but followed through with your direction regardless. In only a few moments you were all inside your group's designated practice room as you propped up the staff-assigned phone and turned on the speakers in order to learn the short dance.

"So, who wants to help me with the dance?", you asked.

"I, uh-"

"Hoshi's an amazing teacher. He can show it to you!", interrupted Jeonghan before Soonyoung could stammer his way through an answer.

Being practically pushed towards you by both Joshua and Jeonghan, he awkwardly stepped forward, dumbly lifting a hand to uselessly wave at you shyly as he nodded.

You giggled(?) at this, scrunching up your face in what he believed to be cuteness(???), nodding at him in return.

"Yeah, we actually gotta go. We have a shoot coming up. We were just dropping Soonie off," said Jeonghan again, lying through his teeth.

Soonyoung knew that Jeonghan's original plan had been to spy on him as he fumbled his way through interacting with you, but since you'd spotted them, now Jeonghan had to come up with an excuse to leave Soonyoung alone with you. At least he was following through in wing-manning him.

Pouting, you okay'd Jeonghan and Joshua's departure, bidding goodbye to the two boys whom Soonyoung knew you considered to be friends of yours (unlike himself), leaving you alone with Kwannie and Soonyoung.

Seeing as Seungkwan was your best friend, it was unlikely you'd buy any excuse he had to leave you alone with Soonyoung without him having to at least allude the boy's embarrassing crush on you, – something that was completely out of limits – so now Soonyoung was stuck with a chaperone for his interaction with you. It wasn't what he was expecting, but it also took some pressure off him. Kwannie was a natural mood-maker.

After a few minutes of warming up together, Kwannie gestured at you to get into positions so Soonyoung could show you the dance, with Kwan following along in order to help your learning process quicken.

You got the majority of it pretty quickly – or at least for the most part. There was one complicated part of the footwork you seemed to be having a bit of complications with, causing Seungkwan to intervene.

"Hoshi, why don't you help her out? Come here," he gave Hoshi a look, eyes gesturing at him to come stand by your side.

Dumbly, he followed along, never in the state of mind to deny you (nor Seungkwan, apparently). With a nod of confirmation from you, he stood right by your side, slowing down his movements in order to break down the moves required for the dance.

You audibly awe'd at him and his skill, making him blush and look down, not wanting you to see his reddened face. Seungkwan snorted lowly in the background, something you luckily were too distracted to pay mind to, too into Soonyoung's dancing to notice.

"Uh, did you get that or should I go slower?", he asked after the fact.

"No, that's perfect, Soonyoung-Ssi, thank you," you gave him a casual bow of your head, "Wow, you're insanely good. Sorry if that's too informal to say," you praised him, not realizing such compliment would take him all the way to another universe.

"Ah, no, it's nothing, hah-"

"No, really! You should be a teacher. I think I got it all now. Look," you insisted, stopping to do a quick run-through of the 15-second dance in absolute perfection (at least if Soonyoung had anything to say about it), giggling by the end of it.

Seungkwan interrupted once more before Soonyoung could shower you with compliments over your dancing, "You know, he comes up with a lot of our choreos. He teaches us them, too."

Seungkwan hyping him up to you was very out of character, but Soonyoung was willing to take anything that could get you the tiniest bit interested in him. And it seemed like it worked, as you audibly gasped at that bit of information, turning to compliment him once more.

"Really? Wow, that's insane. Can I- You should show me sometime," you suggested, "I try to help with the creative process of my group's choreos sometimes, but it all gets meddled in my head. I could really use some pointers."

Soonyoung would be willing to make entire choreos for you on his own if you so much as asked, so of course he'd jump at the chance to help you with anything you needed. If you wanted him to cut his day short right this moment and drop everything to help you out, he'd do it without a second thought. Any motive to spend time with you one-on-one sounded more than reasonable to him.

"Yes, o-of course," he nodded enthusiastically while Seungkwan made a face in the background.

The next twenty minutes or so were spent recording the short video, attempting to get a perfect take in order to hand over to staff for posting. You stood in the middle while the two boys danced next to you. Hoshi was smiling like an idiot all throughout as he thought of the concept of the two of you dancing together on video. Maybe after this it could become a more common occurrence.

"Well, I'm gonna go now," said Seungkwan after it was all said and done, having settled on one of the many recordings you'd taken, "Gotta go have lunch with Gyu. I'll see you later Y/Nie," he gave you a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek as goodbye. Hoshi hoped his jealous grimace wasn't noticed by you.

You furrowed your brows at his sudden departure, but made no comment about it otherwise.

"Okay, Kwannie. Call me later tonight?"

"Sure," he agreed, then turning to Soonyoung, "Send me some of those videos," he said as one last statement before leaving.

"Oh!" you exclaimed, "Send me them too? Here, I'll give you my KakaoTalk," you reached out your hand to silently ask him to hand you his phone as you walked over to his side.

Fuck. Your number? He was going to have your personal contact info on his phone?

Granted, he could've just asked Seungkwan or one of the other guys for your number, but he wanted to get it out of your own volition. And now he was currently standing next to you, faces far too close as you both leaned down to look at his phone screen watching you type in your info. He could've sworn you leaned even closer when you heard him gulp, but it was probably just wishful thinking.

"Here," you said when you were finally done, handing him his phone back – and gracing his hand with your own in the process, a detail Soonyoung found extremely important to fixate on.

He thanked you with a nod, putting the phone away and wracking his brain to think of anything he could possibly say to extend your time together. With Seungkwan around, he hadn't even had the chance to talk to you at all.

"Hey," you spoke up before he could, "We're announcing our comeback next week- oh, uh, don't tell anyone, by the way," you giggled at your own interjection, "Do you think maybe you'd like to do our choreo with me for a TikTok?", you asked, "You know, just the two of us?"

The last question really threw him off guard. But what threw him off guard even more was the look you gave him afterward. Your eyebrows were lifted and your front teeth were softly biting onto the plush of your bottom lip. It was suggestive, but not too obvious. Soonyoung was unsure of how to read it, but considering the fact that he was already head over heels for you, the mere implication of your gaze on him had his heart accelerating and his head inflating like a balloon.

"O-oh, yes. I- Yes. We can totally do that," he agreed far too enthusiastically, "You can just call me- or- or text me, if that's better for you," he stammered.

You bit your lip again, but this time it was to try and fail to hold in a giggle. Nodding at him, you thanked him, letting him know you'd be contacting him soon.

"Let me know when the TikTok gets posted, okay?", you said afterwards.

"It'll probably get posted today or tomorrow. You'll see it on the official account-"

You interrupted him, "Text me either way, yeah?", you spoke again, now in a slightly more direct way, giving him a look that made him realize you were conveying some sort of hint to him.

He wasn't sure what you meant by this, but he nodded dumbly at you, not willing to pass up an opportunity to talk to you again. This was when the two of you finally bid your goodbyes, with you catching him off guard by offering him a quick hug before walking him out of your practice room.

Slightly dumbfounded, Soonyoung slowly walked away, heading towards the elevator through which he'd come in less than thirty minutes ago, trying to process what'd happened during the last five minutes of his visit.

Sometimes he hated how easy it was for things to fly over his head, but there was just absolutely no way you'd been flirting with him just now, was there? You were friendly, as you always were, but the very subtle looks and the suggestion of texting each other – and even hanging out alone next time – gave him the tiniest of hopes that maybe you'd taken an interest to him.

He decided to shrug this off for now, entirely too sure that there'd be no way for you to flirt with him, much less like him when he was always such a stammering mess around you.

Within a day, the TikTok had been posted, garnering excited reactions from fans who enjoyed both of your groups. Unlike the endless times before, you had not done the dance challenge with Seungkwan but also with Hoshi, causing a bit of extra excitement among both of your fans. This made Soonyoung giddier than he'd like to admit. Knowing your fans enjoyed seeing you together made him smile far too hard.

As promised, he knew he had to text you about the TikTok. It was likely you'd already seen it, as it'd already been a few hours since its release. However, Soonyoung was not about to miss the opportunity to start a thread of communication with you. This would be the first step to consistent communication with you (or so he hoped).

After mulling over it for a few hours, he landed on a simple text, one that did not showcase his excitement to be speaking to you – Jeonghan had said that that might scare you away – but simply informed you of the release of the TikTok.

hey, it's hoshi :)

the video got posted on seventeen's official account. the fans really like it ㅋㅋ here's the link

[TikTok link]

Surprisingly, you had responded quite quickly, making Soonyoung somehow fall even more enamored with you by the way you texted.

thank uuu hoshi nim !!!!

we look so good omg :D

i'll let u know when we can do my group's tiktok okay ? ill see u soon !!! <3

It'd be odd for any other guy to sigh so adoringly at their phone at such simple messages, but none of the guys gave him too much shit for how often he stared at your messages with awe in his eyes. You just sounded so enthusiastic to speak to him, and- Okay, he knew he was overthinking it. You were probably just someone who conveyed their emotions through text (he was too!!!). He just liked knowing that he was now somewhere in your KakaoTalk, ready for any time you wanted to message him. And that heart? He was swooning over the simple gesture, but that was something he couldn't get to without going on ten different tangents about how much he liked you (His friends had already heard them all).

~

"Oh, really? She wants to see you again?", asked Seungkwan later that same day upon hearing that you'd asked Soonyoung to meet later on to record alone.

It was the usual time for dance practice, though currently it was just a few of the members in the practice room as they waited for the rest to show up. These moments would usually be taken up by life updates on each other or by a few overly-competitive rounds of badminton.

"Hold on. Y/N?," asked Chan who just happened to be walking in, "Congrats, man. You've been crushing on her since forever," he gave him a pat on the back in encouragement, joining in on the conversation.

Seungkwan pouted to himself, "She asked you? She always asks me," he didn't seem actually sad, but just whiny as usual.

"C'mon, Kwannie. Give them some time alone. It's young love," interjected Jeonghan, always the proudly designated Soonyoung-supporter.

"Hah," Soonyoung chuckled shyly, looking down, "It's nothing. It's not like I asked her out or anything," he added.

"Well, this is your chance," encouraged Joshua, who had previously been toying with a racket to offer up a round of badminton to the guys, "She gave you her number completely unprovoked. You just need to open up a bit and let her get to know you."

It was all good advice. Great, even. Except that Soonyoung was an anomaly of a guy. Despite how outgoing he seemed to everyone around him (even his fans), he was actually quite shy and reserved when it came to people he wasn't familiar with. You being someone he didn't know too personally and his years-long crush simply did not help matters.

"Yeah, I'll try, just- Fuck, she makes me so nervous. I don't wanna be too obvious," he expressed one of his many concerns.

"Too late," Seungkwan murmured lowly, looking away to act as if he hadn't said anything.

"What do you mean ...," asked Soonyoung with widened eyes.

"Dude, you kept staring at her the whole time we were dancing. And every time she tried to speak to you, you stumbled over your words like an idiot. If she didn't clock that you liked her in those twenty minutes, then she's an idiot – and I'm saying this as her best friend," rambled Seungkwan, letting his friend in on how his interaction with you looked from a third person's point of view.

Soonyoung liked to think that he had enough self-awareness to assess how he was perceived by others. Realistically, however, he knew he lacked the skill to hold in his emotions like the average person. He had fears of being too obvious whilst in your presence, so knowing that he had been too blatantly enamored by you made him cringe internally. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass himself in front of you.

"Fuck, does she-"

"No, I don't think she actually knows. She probably just thinks you're a weirdo," reassured Seungkwan with a sigh, "But isn't that the goal? I mean, for her to know you like her?"

"Yeah, but I have to swoop her off her feet, not make her think I'm some loser who's obsessed with her – I mean, I am, but she doesn't need to know that yet," Soonyoung rambled exasperated.

Joshua, Jeonghan and Chan snickered all at once, finding their friend's ridiculous thought process to be far too funny. As much as they were rooting for him to finally ask you out, watching his strange way of coursing through his crush was something they treasured as a form of entertainment and would be sad to let go off anywhere in the near future. But despite that, they continued their encouragement to get the boy to finally get your sights on him.

"So, what's your plan? Other than pestering me to get her to hang out with you – which, by the way, clearly didn't work," deadpanned Seungkwan.

"I'm just waiting for her to call me so we can do her TikTok challenge. Fuck, should I text her first?", he pondered out loud.

"She told me her comeback's this Friday, but her music video's already out" added Chan, making them all turn to him in question.

"You talk?", whined Hoshi.

Chan nodded slowly as if it were the most obvious thing, "Yeah, we're friends."

Joshua and Jeonghan cackled like hyenas at this, finding Soonyoung's shocked facial expression adorable.

"Am I the only one she's not friends with?!"

"Maybe if you hadn't actively avoided her for years-"

"I didn't mean to! I'm just shy!", he complained, hands lifted as he sighed in frustration, "But no longer! I'm texting her tonight, okay? Next time you see me, I'll be on my way to a situationship – or if luck goes my way, a relationship," he assured.

"Really? Are twenty minutes spent dancing going to make her fall for you? You already tried that, and it failed," deadpanned Seungkwan, "But, I'm rooting for you. Maybe this way you'll finally leave me alone."

That was good enough.

"Any pointers?", asked Soonyoung, "Any intel you guys can give me since you're apparently all part of the 'fuck Soonyoung' club?"

"Just don't do anything stupid," said Seungkwan, all the other boys nodding along.

That was easy enough.

It was one day later that Soonyoung received a text from you, entailing the time and place in which you'd be needing his presence to record a short TikTok video for your group's newest comeback. As luck may have had it, since your comebacks were so close together, you were attending a music show on the same day. This meant that Seventeen would perform right after your group.

The plan was to meet in the backroom in between shootings, just before your group left to their next schedule of the day. Even if it meant that Soonyoung would get no time to prepare for his own performance, he was confident enough he didn't need the extra practice – plus, meeting up with you took priority in his mind.

On the day of the comeback show, Soonyoung felt nerves he hadn't experienced in years. He had prepared for you as much as he could, taking time out of his day to practice your choreo as soon as your group's music video came out in preparation for your meeting. Dumbly enough, he didn't bother to ask you which part you needed for your TikTok, opting to learn the whole thing instead. He had also asked his stylist to go a little extra hard with his hair and makeup (the thought made him feel like a teenager, but he just wanted to look extra good for you).

It was only some time upon his arrival to the venue that he received a text from you asking for his presence.

meet me in the back ? ;)

The blush that arose from his cheeks couldn't be helped.

The two of you had only texted a handful of times since you'd first given him your number a few days ago, but he always found himself blushing and kicking his feet when you'd text him using your adorable emojis. In his delusional mind, he was the only one you sent those cute hearts and smileys to.

With a nervous intake of breath, Soonyoung walked over to the back of the building – an area idols would sometimes visit for a smoke or to hang out behind anyone's view (even staff). He looked around, finding you leaning against the stairs as you waited for him.

You were still wearing that pretty outfit you had worn during your group's performance (which soonyoung made sure to watch as soon as he arrived). It was adorable, but also dangerous for someone like Hoshi. Donning a cute set that consisted of a pink cropped top with a matching fluffy mini-skirt, your look made Soonyoung almost salivate. You were the perfect mixture of adorable and sexy, reminding him all over again why he had first developed a crush on you (that, and the million other reasons).

Upon spotting him, your face lit up, walking over to him with pep in your step, clearly excited to see him (God, take him now).

"Hoshi-Nim!", you called out excitedly, rushing over to his side and offering him a side hug (Fuck).

Hesitantly returning it, he gave you a shy smile and looked down, too timid to hold eye contact for too long. Noticing this, you giggled.

"Is this a bad time, or do you need to go-"

"No! Seventeen's performance isn't until twenty minutes, so I'm good," he interrupted.

"Okay, great. Uh, do you think you'll be able to learn the dance in that time?"

"Oh, I already learned it," he said surprisingly nonchalantly.

"Huh? What? Like, the whole thing?", you asked incredulously.

Scratching the back of his neck in bashfulness, he nodded, "Yeah, uh, just wanted to save you the trouble?", he chuckled breathlessly.

Your eyes widened as did your smile, furrowing your eyebrows at the unnecessary (but highly admirable) amount of effort Hoshi had put into the basic concept of learning what was supposed to be a short TikTok dance for you.

"God, you learned my whole choreo while doing your group's own comeback? That's ... Wow, that's insane, Hoshi-Nim," you praised in disbelief, "You really didn't have to do that."

Soonyoung couldn't lie. He was reeling at the praise. You seemed both surprised and impressed, which were both reactions he wished to draw out of you more often. Sadly, he felt overwhelmed by the attention you were giving him, so the most response he could give you were shy nods and bashful smiles.

Suddenly, you spoke up again, "Actually, Hoshi-Nim, I, uh, I need help with something else, if that's okay?", you looked up at him with a shy smile, reaching out for his hand.

He nodded numbly, surprised at the request for his hand but knowing he'd agree to anything you asked without even needing to know what it was.

Grabbing his hand, you turned around and began leading him somewhere, "It'll just take a moment, I promise. Just ... just really need your help," you sounded breathless, leading him to believe this must've been far more important than the dance. This made Soonyoung the more willing to help you.

Before arriving to your destination, you hesitantly looked back at him as you both walked over to a closed door, Hoshi unknowing of what you needed from him. It appeared as if you were in distress, pondering about something, but saying nothing to him.

Leading him to a small and empty waiting room in the back, you pulled him in, closing the door behind you before turning to him. Before he could verbalize his curiosity, you jumped at him, pulling him down as you stood on your tippy toes and connected your lips in a frantic kiss.

His hair was grabbed at and pulled at in ways that had his eyes rolling. His tongue was sucked at and lips were nibbled at, pulling breathy whines out of him. The quickness in which he fell into the kiss was a bit ridiculous, not even bothering to question what was happening before whining into your mouth and enclosing his arms around you, pulling you even closer.

Pathetic breaths of your name escaped his lips and entered yours. He found himself unable to stop himself from following your every whim, molding his body to your own as you pulled him closer and took all you needed from his lips.

His mind could not process what was happening, so he let his body take the wheel and seek every bit of pleasure he could from yours. His hands were too timid to feel you up the way his body ached to, so he simply let them lay limp on your hips, squeezing any time your kiss became particularly nasty that he couldn't help but react.

Suddenly you began pulling away, pulling a high-pitched whine from his lips as he attempted to follow you, breathing out a tiny 'please' when your tongue came out to give his lips one last swipe.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I-", you began, "I just- Was that too much? Fuck, I should've asked-"

He shook his head almost aggressively, "N-no, you can do whatever you want! That's- It's totally fine. You don't have to ask, just- Fuck, never ask."

Your hands went up to caress at his cheeks, distress still in your eyes, "I just- I know that you like me, and I just couldn't hold back anymore," you gulped, "You're just so sweet and, shit, the fact that you like me so much makes me- God, I can't think," you rambled.

"You ... you knew? I- How? Did I- Was I so obvious?", he gaped at you, though did not react too much as he did not want to cause you to take your hands off him (He needed your hands on him).

You giggled a bit, "Well, yes, and, uh," you winced in anticipation for your next statement, "Kwannie might've let it slip while we were drunk a few months ago ..."

"He what?!"

"He didn't realize! I don't think he even knows he did it," you defended your friend, "Plus, it's a good thing, since, you know," you smiled at him, hands going from his cheeks to the back of his head, toying with the hair there, "Now I can have some fun with you ..."

The atmosphere changed entirely for Hoshi when you said those words. The lust was back in your eyes and he completely mirrored it – though a little more sheepishly.

"Oh, I ..." he chuckled shyly, "You ... Fuck, you want to have fun with me?"

You nodded, biting your lip.

"W-what type of fun?", he blinked, breathless.

"Can I show you?"

"Fuck, p-please ..."

Your proud smile was the last thing he saw before you closed the gap once more, trapping his lips in another heady kiss. Bonelessly, he followed your rhythm, though in a much more timid manner. While your hands felt and pulled at every inch they liked, his own remained respectfully on your hips. Despite how much his carnal side wanted to take over, he was in such absolute awe of you he couldn't bring himself to think straight and act.

Luckily for him, you were far more proactive than him.

Grabbing onto his rigid hands, you led them down to your ass, encouraging him to feel you up as you had been doing to his chest and hair. At this, he moaned into your mouth, hands now achieving a newfound confidence, beginning to feel you up all over. His hands went over and under your fluffy skirt, occasionally going up to squeeze at your breasts. His actions were rewarded by breathy sighs of his name into his lips, something which he had only ever dreamed about before.

"Soonie ...", you breathed against his mouth, "Is it okay if I call you that? Soonie?"

"Call me anything you want, just- don't stop kissing me," he groaned, making a beeline right back to your lips.

"But ..." you barely managed to get out as his lips chased your own needily, "I wanna- wanna suck your dick," you moaned.

Fuck.

His brain stopped computing for a moment. His heart stopped and his knees buckled. No part of his being worked accordingly as he attempted to process a visual of what you'd just said.

You on your knees, his dick in mouth?

It was borderline pathetic the way in which he moaned into your lips, attacking you with a wet and wanton kiss that could barely meet your lips as he nodded desperately and panted a chorus of 'yesyesyesyesyes' into your mouth.

You found him entertaining, or so it seemed going by your giggle in response before dropping down to your knees. Undoing his performance outfit, you pulled down his pants just enough, only to find an achingly hard cock.

"Just from kissing?" you teased with another wicked giggle as you began to put him in hand.

"I'm so fucking obsessed with you," he whined without thinking, "I'd get hard from you just looking at me."

Soonyoung could feel the shudder that passed through your body at his words.

Oh. You liked his desperation? His pathetic want for you? Luckily for you, Soonyoung had an endless amount of desperation ready to feed you with.

"Tell me more," you said before tilting his cock towards your mouth, beginning to teasingly kitten-lick at the tip.

Now it was his turn to shudder, visibly shaking at the barely-there contact.

"You- you're so fucking perfect ..." he breathed as you continued to lick at him, "I think about you all the time, I- Just have you on my mind every day," he revealed.

"And what do you think about?", you pondered out loud, "This?", you asked before enveloping him in your lips, suckling at the tip of his cock.

"T- think, f-fuck- Think about how pretty you are ... How talented and funny, and- and how much I wanna impress you," he panted out truthfully, whining when he turned to look down at you and found your drooling face staring back up at him as your eyebrows scrunched up in effort.

The sight only made him cry out harder, churning out even more embarrassing confessions.

"A-and I think about how h-happy I could make you ... I'd give you everything and ... and I'd make you feel so fucking good ..." he panted out.

You only went deeper on his cock at the slight allusion, gagging around him with purpose in your eyes. His strangled gasp in response caused you to repeat this movement repeatedly as your hands went up to toy at his balls, stimulating him far too much for a guy who had stupidly assumed all he'd be doing with you today would be dancing.

"Please ... please, can I cum? I need- need to cum. Can't hold it back, y-you're so fucking pretty," his hands wrapped even harder around your hair, destroying the well-crafted hairdo your stylists must've taken an hour orchestrating.

Finally pulling away for air, you gasped to take in as much air as possible before licking at him again in order to slowly regain your breath.

"Just one more minute, Soonie? Be good and wait, yeah?," you murmured, "Tell me what else you've been thinking about, baby. Then I'll let you cum," you requested before wrapping your lips around him again.

Nodding with an empty head, he did as you instructed, wanting nothing more than to cum (even though it was embarrassingly fast).

"Thin-think about how fucking sexy you look on stage, how ... how confident a-and sure of yourself you are ... N-no one's ever made me feel this way. So nervous when you're around. Can't think, can't breathe, can't- oh, oh, fuck. Please, I- F-fuck ..." his rambles detailing his infatuation were halted by your sudden increase of speed in movements, causing his orgasm to break through without any warning.

Soonyoung had no time to feel embarrassed over how little he'd lasted with your mouth around his dick when you'd so enthusiastically continued to suck at him throughout his orgasm, humming at every drop you swallowed.

Crying out in sensitivity (both at the feeling and sight), Soonyoung's teary eyes met your own, sniffling as you finally pulled yourself away from him and stood up to attempt and meet his height again. Wordlessly, you wiped at the few lone tears that strayed away due to the suden impact of his orgasm, kissing him softly as you did so.

He wantonly licked into your mouth, whining when he was able to taste himself in your tongue. Continuing to kiss you, he chased after your lips when you attempted to pull away multiple times, causing you both to chuckle breathlessly at each other.

"Was that what you hoped when you thought about me?", you asked whilst biting back a smile.

Nodding enthusiastically, he agreed, "That was perfect- you're perfect."

"Sorry if that was too much, I just-"

His hands went to hold at your arms, halting your speech, "No! Never apologize. You can do whatever you want to me. Always. Trust me," he insisted with a serious yet air-headed look in his eyes.

Giggling, you gave up on apologizing for having jumped him so suddenly just minutes ago.

"Wait, fuck!", he suddenly let out, "I have to be on stage in like five minutes. Shit, I need my hair redone and- oh, wait, we didn't get to do your TikTok. Do you wanna-"

"No, it's okay, Soonyoung. Go get ready. We can just meet up later for the video, okay?," you reassured him, leading him out of the room you'd cornered him in and beginning to walk towards where he needed to be, with you having to push him along, as he was too distracted.

"Yeah, okay. Great," he began walking away from you before turning back, "Can- Can I call you? Later, I mean?", he cringed internally at how not smooth that was.

You giggled at him again, nodding, "Yes, Soonyoung. You can call me any time. Good luck with your stage," you took a few steps and planted a kiss on his cheek, finally walking away for real after that.

Leaving a wordless Soonyoung behind, he finally began processing what had just happened, gulping at the thought.

Had he really just hooked up with you in a lone room buried in the basement floor of Inkigayo?

Had he really confessed to his crush whilst she knelt before him, cock in mouth and watery eyes staring up at him?

Fuck, how was he supposed to perform now?

"No way."

"You're lying. There's literally no way that happened."

"She let you hit?!"

"Well, uh, not exactly," Soonyoung scratched the back of his head awkwardly at all the attention he was suddenly receiving from his friends.

As the loudmouth he was known to be, he had made the mistake of airing out what had happened between the two of you earlier that day. After a few takes of their comeback performance, his group and staff headed back to Hybe, where Soonyoung and some of his members arrived to practice.

Although Soonyoung had not shared the explicit details of what had happened, – nor had he meant to in the first place – he had made the mistake of implied that you had done something. Okay, yeah, maybe he did use the word 'hooked up' without realizing the implications it could have. Could he be blamed? He was still on a high from you even giving him the time of day!

"What happened, exactly?", asked Seungkwan with a groan. Two minutes into the conversation and he was already fed up of Soonyoung. The usual.

"I'm not sure if I should say," he started.

No part of him wanted to air you out for any promiscuous activities you may take part in – even if they had been with him. He also did not want to disrespect your trust. Seungkwan was your best friend, though, so he'd know eventually. Right?

"Dude, just spit it out!", demanded Seokmin, yet another member who had been let in on the situation at some point.

"We kissed ... and uh, other things ... maybe," he added after a pause, almost unable to hide his sheepish smile at the memory.

Jeonghan was the first to react, followed by Joshua. Both their eyes widened as they approached Soonyoung to dap him up, hyping him for his accomplishment.

"Okay, no more details, please. I don't want to think about my best friend in that way," cringed Seungkwan, still offering Soonyoung a congratulatory pat in the back whilst sporting a disgusted grimace.

"And then what happened?", asked Chan, cocking his head to the side.

"Then I had to leave to perform."

Then there was a short pause.

"Dude!"

"Are you serious?"

"You just left??"

They all took turns in shifting the atmosphere to one of annoyance rather than congratulating him like they had just been doing.

"She told me to leave," he clarified quickly, "Fuck, should I call her? I said I would. What should I say? What do you say after your crush sucks the life out of you in a basement? Shit, should I have stopped her?", he rambled with questions, a worried look in his eye.

"First of all, chill," started Seungkwan, "second of all, if she did it, it was because she wanted to. I know her, she would've told you to fuck off if she didn't like you. Just be a man, for once, and call her," he reprimanded.

"Fuck, okay, yeah. I'll call her – now. I'll call her right now," he nodded decisively, beginning to gather his things to leave, "Uh, you guys can practice without me for today. Oh, and Seungkwan?", he added before leaving.

"What?"

"I owe you one!", he said with zero context as to what he was referring to, leaving a confused Seungkwan behind to ponder what he had meant.

Maybe one day he'd remember to formally thank his friend for accidentally confessing to his crush on his behalf, but for now his mind was muddled solely with thoughts of you and calling you to see if maybe you'd be willing to see him again as soon as possible. Today, maybe? He needed to confess to you formally, not as he pathetically came in your mouth before leaving you to perform.

~

"Hello?"

"You picked up! Okay, good. Hi."

"You know, you're way less smooth than I thought," you laughed.

"Are you saying I have no rizz?", he pouted through the phone.

"Maybe. Depends what you're calling me for?", your tone shifted to a more suggestive tone.

"Fuck, please walk me through this. I have no idea how to talk to you," whined Soonyoung, deciding to lay all cards on the table. You already knew he was pathetically into you, what harm could it bring?

You hummed as you pondered what he said, clicking your tongue, "When are you free?"

"For you? Any time," he replied with a quickness.

"So, tonight?"

"Yes," he said without a second thought.

"Shit. You really like me, huh?"

"So fucking much. I could go on about it forever. Just, you know, maybe not while you're making me lose my mind on some public basement," he laughed airily, wincing internally at how pathetic he must've sounded earlier that day.

"Yeah? Wanna come over and tell me more about it?", you dared.

"Please text me your address and I'll be there within the next hour," he practically pleaded. On further thought, he still sounded pathetic while speaking to you. Maybe some things just could not be helped.

"I'll see you here at ten, okay?" you made a kissy sound to him and hung up before he could say anything else, sending him a text with your address just moments later.

Soonyoung sighed as he let himself slouch back on the couch he'd been sitting on, still finding himself at his company's building, as the need to call you was too big for him to arrive home before doing so. For now, he'd be able to make a stop home before heading over to your place. It was still early and he needed to bathe and wash and pamper himself to the best of his ability (Just in case his visit was going to be as suggestive as your voice had been on the call).

Having a chance to think over the past day on his way to his home, he realized that his debilitating shyness around you had died off the moment you kissed him, instead becoming a newfound sense of neediness he didn't know he had in him. He accepted it – specially since you seemed to like it. However, he had hopes that he'd be able to talk to you a bit – and maybe finally get to ask you out –tonight at your place.

From what Seungkwan had said (along with the way you interacted with him), he believed there was a chance you liked him back. You wouldn't have kissed him (nor given him the head of his life) if you didn't like him at least a bit. You also wouldn't laugh so much while talking to him (nor smile at him so often) if you didn't feel anything for him.

These were his thoughts and hopes throughout the night as he readied himself for you.

~

A few hours later and he now found himself in front of your gated home. It had taken some effort to get here, seeing as it was rare for you to give out your address (As a fellow idol, he understood), but he was still on time.

He knew that the cool thing to do would've been to arrive a little late or maybe even skip it altogether to get your curiosity about him to heighten more, but he was too excited to see you to even think about playing any games. With some treats in hand (which he knew you liked, as per Seungkwan's input), he rang your doorbell and awaited your arrival.

Upon seeing you, he gulped. You weren't wearing anything particularly racy – just some loungewear. Unfortunately for Soonyoung, he had a thing for you in loungewear, apparently. You donned a white tank top and some sweats, which somehow managed to contour your body perfectly for his viewing. The comfort that radiated from you also made Soonyoung feel a mixture of softness and want for you. His feelings for you at the moment were complicated – all he knew was that he wanted you; whether that was in a pure or filthy way, he wasn't sure.

"Hi," was all he could bring himself to say.

"Hi, Soonyoung. Come in?", you moved to the side to let him in.

He walked in, taking in your place and how much of you it contained. Or well, that's what he planned to do until you grabbed his hand and prevented his wandering, leading him over to a large couch in what he assumed to be your living room.

Wordlessly, you took the treats from his hands and sat him down decisively, immediately going to straddle him and placing your hands on his shoulders. He was intimidated by your straightforwardness, but immediately too into it, whining into your lips the mere moment your mouths connected. His hands were less timid this time around, holding onto your hips and attempting to pull you closer to him.

"Fuck, I've wanted you all day," you sighed into his lips.

"I've wanted you for years," he breathed against your own, following your lips any second they were away from his.

"Are you gonna show me?"

"Yes, fuck. I'll do anything you want, however you want," he promised as your lips went down to his neck, sighing at every kiss against his skin.

"Fuck, why did you wear so many clothes?", you groaned at the jacket that was in your way, also referring to the thick jeans he was currently sporting under you.

"I- I thought we were just going to watch a movie or something," he explained shyly.

As stupid as it sounded the second he said it, he truly was not expecting you to jump him for a second time in the same day. He had truly expected the two of you to talk or simply hang out before your next sexual encounter. However, he was unable to find any complaints regarding his current situation.

His statement must've given you some sort of reaction, as you disconnected your lips from his neck and leaned back to face him with a look of awe in your eyes.

"Soonie, fuck, you're too cute," you groaned, hand going up to his cheek as your thumb caressed the skin there, "You almost make me feel bad for wanting you so bad," you muttered before going back to your regular volume of voice, "I promise we'll talk, baby. I just- I've been wet since I sucked you off today," you explained, giving him no time to respond before kissing him again.

The couch you were currently sitting on squeaked at the brand new movement above it as you began softly grinding against Soonyoung, damning any layers in between you.

"I- I wanted to return the favor, I swear!", he managed to pant out, mind leaving him a little more every time your hips connected with his, "I had to go, I didn't- I didn't mean to leave you like that," explained in deep breaths.

"I know, Soonie. Which is why you're going to make it up to me. Right, baby?," you coo'd against his lips, licking at them when he pouted and nodded in response.

Only a few more moments of making out and dry humping took place before you began growing restless above him, whimpering any time your cunt would grace against the harsh button of his jeans. Your sweats were thin enough for Soonyoung to know that the mutual humping of his hips must've been getting you off (at least going off by the increasingly high cries you were breathing into his mouth).

"I want you to fuck me," you suddenly said when you pulled back for air, messily getting off his lap and dragging him with you, hard dick standing up and all.

Almost robotically, he followed you to your room, surprised when you sat down this time, seemingly directing for him to be on top. Before he could begin to crawl over you, however, you stopped him with a palm to his chest, nodding at him to take off his clothes.

"Clothes off, baby. I'll take mine off too."

He stood frozen for a second at the mention of you getting undressed, staring down at you as you nonchalantly threw off every item, leaving you fully naked in front of him as you sat back on the edge of the bed.

"Soonie? Clothes?", you asked.

"O-oh, right," he stammered, eyes still not leaving your breasts.

Despite having had no higher education during his twenties, he was sure he could write a whole dissertation on every curve of your body. Every freckle and line of your skin had him too distracted to take off his clothes without tripping every few seconds. You might've been giggling at the sight, he wasn't too sure since his eyes, ears, and entire mind were in tune to the view from your shoulders and below.

Finally undressed, he hesitantly walked over to your spot on the bed, only to be beat by you when you suddenly crawled further on the bed, somehow conjuring a condom from under your pillow as you turned around and set yourself in all fours, presenting him with your- oh fuck.

Soonyoung could've sworn he lost his mind the moment you arched your back just a little more as he approached you, almost dropping to his knees at the sight. He felt like an animal in heat, while also having an understanding of what it must be like to be a starving man in search of his next meal. His body was begging him to grab that condom and insert himself as deep in you as it was humanly possible, hammering into you until he cried at the stimulation.

It was the weaker part of him, however, that won.

His shaky hands reached for the condom you'd placed on the highest point of your back, struggling to put it in due to the sheer need running through his veins. After that, his hands finally went to your bare hips, feeling them up and down in absolute awe. One of his hands came to the arch of your back, toying with the thought of pressing it even lower and audibly groaning when you actually followed through and ended up pressing your ass even further against him.

"It's stressing me out how badly I want you," he cried out, sniffling, "I'm going to burst the moment I'm inside you," he verbalized his fear.

"Me too, Soonie ..." you sighed, "Been waiting for you all day ... Need you to fuck me already," you practically pleaded. Pleaded, as in pleading for him. He was sure you wanted him dead.

Nodding to himself, he began lining himself up, unable to resist the temptation to let his tip toy at your folds despite how such sensation made his eyes roll back in pleasure. His groans got louder at your own reaction – even more pleas of his name to finally fuck you.

Unable to hold back any longer, Soonyoung finally penetrated you, instantly regretting it, as he knew there would be no way for him to ever feel such pleasure ever again.

It was mixture of his feelings for you paired by the natural desperation he felt at having all these years of anticipation come to a close. Having dreamt about you for countless nights, he'd torture himself with unachievable thoughts of you. Now that he finally had you, pretty and stuffed under him, his mind could not process how tight and hot and wet you felt around him.

"It's so good, oh, fuck, it's so- you feel so fucking good," he panted out in strangled breaths, beginning to hump against your ass.

The slaps of his hips against your ass sounded so filthy to him in that moment, but it only heightened his drive even more. He was known to have a tiger's stamina for a reason.

"Mphm, t-tell me how it feels," he pleaded after some moments of not hearing much from you. Suddenly a wail released from your lips, making his cock twitch inside you at the sound.

"C-can't, it's too good. So big, fuck", you gasped intermittently.

"Right? Made for me ... Right? She's just for me, isn't she? So wet and tight for me," he knew that maybe personifying your pussy mid sex could be a turn off for some people, but was pleased when the sudden tightness of your pussy confirmed that he'd been correct in assessing you – you were a freak just like him.

"She needs more, Soonie," you begged.

How was he to deny you when you'd been so good? When you were the girl of his dreams, granting him access to the pussy that starred every single one of his filthiest dreams for years?

His hips sped up, likely bruising your ass with the intensity of the skin slapping. You had no complaints, though, continuing to occasionally cry out his name accompanied by babbles.

He was not doing any better, practically drooling both at the sight and feeling of you.

"Tell me you like me," he suddenly pleaded, knowing his orgasm wad approaching, "Please."

"So much, Soonie. So- so sweet for me. Like you so much," you confirmed in between hiccups of pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, thank God," he sighed in relief, hips going even harder at the confirmation of you liking him back. This meant that he'd get to have you again and again, and not only that, but he'd also get to hold your hand and put a heart next to your contact name and bring you over to meet his mom and-

"I'm so close, Soonie," you interrupted with the prettiest breath of desperation Soonyoung had ever heard.

"S-say it again," he cried, using his last efforts to prolong his orgasm long enough to achieve yours before he finally broke down.

"I like you s-so fucking much, Soonyoung," you repeated, "You're so handsome and sweet, and- and you like me so much," you explained in between gasps every time his hips would hit that spongy spot inside you that had your eyes rolling back.

Every word went straight to his cock, breaking him and bringing forth his orgasm sooner than he had anticipated. In sheer desperation, his hand went under you, rapidly toying at your swollen bud in order to get you there with him. There was no way he was going to cum without you twice in a single day.

Crying out uncontrollably, he became a senseless mess, hips having lost all their rhythm and nonsensical babbles filled with praise leaving his lips. He hadn't realized your orgasm had arrived until he felt you tighten up impossibly tightly around him, having been too into his own to notice. Regardless, his inner instinct commanded him to buck into you as you went through your high, ignoring any sensibility he may have felt. Your pleasure was his priority, now and from then on.

"P-please, Soonie, it's too much, it's- Oh, fuck. Like that. Just like that, Ah!", you moaned for him up until your arms gave out, forcing you to fall against the bed and bury your head in the sheets, muffling every whimper Soonyoung dreaded to miss.

He reasoned it was fine. Now that he knew you liked him back, he'd be able to draw orgasm after orgasm out of you. A sinister part of him was bugging at him to flip you over as soon as your orgasm subsided and force at least three more out of you as he buried his face between your legs, but he didn't want to scare you off with his sick addiction to you just yet.

That, and the fact that his mind was only seconds from melting away as your cunt insisted on sucking him in, disregarding how sensitive his cock was. The only thought in his mind at the moment was constant silent praise to your cunt and to yourself for having allowed him access to your bare body.

"Shit .... God, I really wasn't expecting that," you panted out after your orgasm had ended, gasping when he finally pulled out without warning, "You're kind of insane for someone so shy," you added as you caught your breath.

Chuckling as he helped you lay on your back, he reached over to some tissues on your end table and cleaned you up a bit, proceeding to remove his condom and getting up to throw it out along with the tissues. When he made it back to the bed, you were already laying under the covers, laying on your side and staring up at him with a suggestive smile.

Giggling at you, he giddily got under the covers. It was insanely hard to control the gigantic grin that took over his face when you instantly cuddled into him, letting him nuzzle his face into your breasts. If there was a heaven, this was it.

"Was I good?", he mumbled into your skin, not able to help himself in laying a few kisses here and there.

Your hand felt heavenly as it scratched at his scalp, allowing no space in between you as you cocooned him against you, legs wrapped around his waist holding him hostage.

"Are you serious? I think you broke me. Wasn't expecting you to be so ... horny."

"I'm always horny for you," he said nonchalantly.

It was amusing to him how easily he found comfort in you so soon. Only a few hours prior, he was a stuttering mess, yet he his nose was now deeply buried between your breasts, hands on your as as he held you against him, a feeling of ease floating around the room.

"Stop," you dragged out the vowel, laughing at how ridiculous his answers always were, "You're gonna make me like you even more."

"Not more than I like you," he rebutted, squeezing you closer in some sort of act of defiance, "Let me take you out?", he then asked, poking his face out of chest to stare up at you with wide eyes.

"I'd be an idiot to say no," you started, "Yes, Soonyoung. I've been waiting for you to ask," you added, scooting down on the bed so you could finally be face to face with the boy.

Gaping at you, he opened and closed his mouth a few times, "Oh my God. How long have you liked me?"

"Ever since Seungkwan told me, I've been trying to get you alone, but you'd always run away," you giggled, "Realizing you'd always avoid me because you liked me just made me so ... endeared. I was so happy when Kwan told me you wanted to do that TikTok dance with me," you revealed, kissing at his cheeks by the end of it.

Groaning, he nuzzled into your tits again, humming at the vibration of your body as you laughed at him again, "Fuck, I know I should've just asked you out. You just made me so nervous."

"Well, we can make up for the lost time now," you assured, cuddling into him, "You still need to take me out."

"I'll take you out every day," he hummed, "But first, I owe Seungkwan a drink," he added, drinking in yet another giggle from you.

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content: sub!soonyoung, body worship, hoshi being down horrendously bad, afab reader, smut, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 888 (teaser); 3425 (full drabble)

sneak peak:

"Can you get off my friend?"

"Do you mean my girlfriend?"

"It's been like half a day, stop saying that," groaned Seungkwan, staring you and Soonyoung down as you lounged around the hardwood floors of their practice room, cuddled up as if you hadn't just had your first date yesterday.

Soonyoung hadn't had the pleasure of knowing you on a personal level for too long (meaning he'd literally only made eye contact with you for the first time less than a week ago), but he had grasped your humor and boundaries pretty quickly. He knew you had no issue with how intense he was with his feelings for you, simply giggling along with him when he'd call you girlfriend or even wife. You said you found his crush cute and as a great ego-boost, specially since the crush was pretty much mutual (your words, by the way!!).

Seungkwan had been a mixture of elated and annoyed at the news of the two of you dating as soon as he'd seen you walk into the practice room hand by hand. Apparently you had texted him right after sleeping with Soonyoung, entailing your escapades together. Both mortified and proud of his friends now being privy to that information, Soonyoung took it as a welcome to begin parading you around as his girlfriend.

Your first date took place on the following day, manifesting itself as a simple at-home picnic late at night, followed by a sheepish 'first date kiss' at the end of the day and leading to this morning, where Soonyoung begged you to make a stop by his practice room before going to your own.

Your quick stop became a long visit as you became entertained by your friends and Soonyoung, who refused to let you leave. So now you found yourself being hogged by your boyfriend whilst your best friend feigned annoyance at the sight.

"Are you just not going to join us for practice?", Chan eventually approached you after having gone over the choreo a few times with some of the other members.

"I need to make up for lost time," whined Soonyoung, somehow nuzzling further into you.

"How are you not sick of him?", Minghao asked with a lighthearted eye-roll, kicking at Soonyoung's foot on his way by.

"Come on, he's cute," you spoke in defense of him, causing a muffled giggle to vibrate against your chest, a few pecks being left in his wake as a silent thank you.

"Then take him home, he's useless here! Some of us still need to practice," added Seungkwan, joining Minghao with an eye-roll of his own.

Turning to Soonyoung, you nudged him, "What do you say? Want my driver to give you a ride home?", you began leaning up against his wishes, giggling at the way he attempted to keep you cuddled up next to him, "C'mon, Soonie. Your members need to practice."

Getting up, you managed to drag him with you, turning to Seungkwan after the fact.

He pouted at you, giving you a hug goodbye as he usually liked to do, "You don't actually have to go, I was just being annoying," he said into your neck.

"It's fine, Kwannie. Soonyoung said he wanted to head home earlier, I don't know why he dragged me here anyway," you smiled at him before getting pulled away by your touchy boyfriend, who was sticking his tongue out at Kwan in defiance.

"He brought you to show you off," interjected Jeonghan, earning a scowl from Soonyoung.

"Anyways, never again! You can all keep your eyes," he turned to Seungkwan, "and hands off my girlfriend now. Thank you!", he stated like a petulant child, hand sliding down your arm and into your hand before beginning to pull you to the exit.

You giggled at his antics, waving goodbye to your friends before walking away with him.

"Hey," he called your attention once you were out in the hallway.

"Yeah?"

"Can I ... Can I come over to your place instead of having your driver drop me off?", he asked, uncharacteristically shy.

"Hmm? Yeah, of course. Is something wrong?"

He shook his head, "No! Just ... It's been two days since we, you know, and we've been spending all this time together. I didn't want to, like, scare you off or anything ..." he trailed off.

Although he was facing you, his eyes were avoiding your own, likely out of bashfulness. This made you crumble.

"Soonie," you coo'd, taking hold of his cheeks in your hands, "You're not scaring me off. I'm sorry I haven't been as forward about my feelings," you pouted at him, earning a pout in return, "How about you stay over tonight? We can have watch movies and have some fun together? I'll get you a ride back to the company tomorrow morning. What do you think?", your hands went to the back of his neck, lightly pulling at the treces from his mullet.

The slight suggestion to sex was there, but you hadn't meant to highlight it. You mostly just wanted to spend time with him; try to reassure him you enjoyed his company as much as he did yours.

He nodded enthusiastically, "Really? That sounds- that sounds fun," he practically reeled, following along without a second thought when you grabbed at his hand again, pulling him to the elevators.

...

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[norrisleclercf1]

Literally anything with Jenson. I feel like he does not get enough love on here and he is just so hot. I love your blurbs with presenter!wife

A/N: Because Les Mans is coming up, totally doing this based around this

"Do you think your husband could win Les Mans this year?" You sigh thinking over your words, as you were never one to sugar coat it. It was currently FP3 and he was in the car driving, getting some time in. "Honestly, Ferrari and Porsche are showing strong contenders and with what happened to car 12 for Jota, it's going to be hard to figure it out." You answer honestly, walking through the paddock.

"Oooo little harsh," Your cohost answers and you giggle shaking your head, knowing Jenson honored your honesty and how you would be honest with your job. "Maybe, but this is my job, I'm going to be honest with the viewers no matter what, so yeah it may be harsh on my husband, and I'll root for him no matter what, but I'm curious to see who wins," Everyone laughs and you continue on with your segment soon ending it.

Heading to Jenson's private room, you lie down closing your eyes as you were keeping odd hours and trying to get ready for the 24 hours of the race as you would be one of the main people to report for your station. You listen to the soft thrum of all the cars and let it lull you to sleep.

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Jenson blinks slowly, tired and eyes hurting, and he's thankful that he's worn his glasses, and smiles and waves at some fans as he makes his way to the private room and opens the door, stopping short as he sees you. He saw what you said and giggled as you two had a bet going on where he would place, him saying 5th and you saying 3rd at best, and it was fun.

Moving, he gently lifts your head and pulls you close, tracing the outlines of your face and hates that your sleeping schedule has also been thrown off. He knows that you hate being so tired, but you loved racing, sometimes more than him and god did it make him love you so much more.

You wince and open your eyes and giggle seeing Jenson in his glasses. "Hey old man," Chuckling he leans down and kisses you softly. "Hey, you married this old man," "Yes, I did," You move sitting up and into his lap, his arms wrapping around you and kissing your neck.

Sighing, you enjoy the warmth he radiates, as it made you feel so safe. "Please be careful," You whisper, arms tightening around his neck and pulling him closer. Les Mans always made you nervous, it was a dangerous track and made your heart stop each time Jenson got in the car.

"I will, I promise, I always come home, don't I?" You don't answer him and Jenson chuckles, pulling you in closer and just holds you, as you two slowly start to fall asleep, lying down Jenson whispers soft words of love, and you remembering every inch of your husband's face, and hands.

[mokulule]

The Number You Have Called Cannot Be Reached - Part 16

First | Masterlist

Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason) Fandom: DP x DC Summary:

Danny is just trying to build a portal home, becoming a thief was just an unfortunate side effect of that goal. Now if only this vigilante family would just leave him alone. Especially Red Hood - the semi retired crime lord whose ghost-like presence keeps drawing Danny to him.

Part 16:

Jason carefully kept his writing legible as he wrote down the heating instructions. Considering Ghost seemed to be living off granola bars he was not taking any chances. 

There were signs Ghost had returned a few times. The bag and calibrator was gone of course, and the sandwiches were disappearing. It wasn’t good enough. Ghost needed more than sandwiches, it was better than living solely on granola bars, but it was not enough. He needed something more energy dense - hence the meat and vegetable stew and the mashed potatoes he’d made, packed in portions for easy reheating. But he had to make sure it was easy, he didn’t want to risk it being too bothersome and him not eating any. 

Slowly, deliberately he put the pen down so he didn’t break it and laid his hands down flat on the kitchen island. Jason was in control, not the pits. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, counting the seconds… 

…seven… eight…

Carefully he pushed the voice away that insisted he just lay a trap instead of all this tip-toeing around. It would be all too easy, Tim had found out how to short-circuit his powers. It hadn’t lasted more than an hour or two, but really there was no reason they couldn’t just attach some sort of device to him and repeat the small EMP charge every hour - it would be easy.

It would be horrible.

It was not how Jason wanted to go about it. Fucking Pits. Fucking intrusive thoughts. He hung his head taking deep breaths. He just wanted a little bit of peace of mind, was that too much to ask?

A half-choked gasp sounded behind him and he spun around wide-eyed. There, across the living room section of the open plan apartment was Ghost halfway through the far wall. His eyes were wide and looked as shocked as Jason felt. 

Jason didn’t dare breathe as he slowly raised his empty hands. One wrong move and he could ruin everything. He swallowed dryly and ever so slowly he stepped to the side around the kitchen island and backwards, away from Ghost, deeper into the kitchen, cornering himself, leaving all exits free - even if Ghost didn’t technically need any. Ghost followed his movements warily only moving his head, his body completely frozen, still only halfway through the wall. 

Jason’s back hit the cupboards. It was as far as he could remove himself. It was all he could do. The ball was in Ghost’s court. 

Please don’t run.

Jason didn’t think he could handle that one more time. 

Oo o oO

Danny kept his eyes locked on the currently helmet-less not ghost. His heart rabbited in his chest and his whole body felt coiled like a spring, torn between running or going forward. He was terrified, but he also yearned-

Danny had become complacent. He wasn’t sure how it happened, but he cursed himself for it now. He’d just moved thoughtlessly through the wall and his ghost sense had only had time to warn him when his eyes could do just as well. The barely there mist had fizzled uselessly out of his mouth when he gasped. 

Helmet moved carefully away from Danny, as far away as he could in the kitchen. His hands were raised as if in surrender. He looked as harmless as a six foot tank could, which to be fair, it wasn’t the size of the man, that scared Danny. No, it was the fact that his entire body screamed trap. Danny was not keen on a repeat of his powers being gone, and the risk, the knowledge of it, it threatened to tear apart his painstakingly assembled composure. 

Red Helmet might have taken him away from the other vigilantes, but he was still one of them. Danny just could not let himself trust him and it hurt, deeper than his still fucked up ribs. It hurt just to keep his core in a chokehold to stop it from calling to him. Never mind the near irresistable longing; Danny wanted so badly to go to him. 

Danny couldn’t let himself. 

Yet it was Helmet, not Danny, cornered right now. Caught in the act of something at the kitchen island. There was a small piece of paper on the island and Danny was curious. 

And there were also still so many unanswered questions. How could he hear Danny but not respond? What was that thing about the anger he’d mentioned? Why had he given Danny back his backpack and the spectral calibrator? The calibrator in particular, because that one strictly speaking didn’t belong to Danny. Why was he stocking up food in an apartment he clearly didn’t live in? For Danny?

All were questions he couldn’t get answers to by running away. 

Danny just had to keep his instincts on a tight leash. 

Watching warily for any sudden movements, Danny slowly phased the rest of the way into the apartment. His beat up sneakers barely made a sound as he touched down on the wooden floors, but still Danny flinched. 

Their eyes met and both held their breath.

Helmet looked away first. In fact he pointedly looked anywhere but at Danny now, seemed very intent on studying the counter now picking at non-existent dirt. 

Somehow him not looking made it easier to walk closer and he carefully did. There was a whole kitchen island between them - that had to be enough for Danny’s paranoia. 

He now stood where Helmet had stood when he came through the wall, he could pick up the paper. 

It was heating instructions - for him.

His resolve crumbled and the paper crinkled as he clutched it like his life depended on it. Such a little detail. Not just the food left here, but instructions. When was the last time anyone had cared like this?

“Why-” His voice broke and tears prickled at his eyes. He cleared his throat and swallowed before trying again. “Why are you doing this?”

He looked from Danny to the note in his hand, seemed to mentally discard something, before admitting quietly, “I know what starving is like.” 

Danny balked. “I eat.”

“I took a backpack full of protein bars off you.”

Danny grimaced. Just eating the sandwiches left for him here had been a vast improvement. So what if he didn’t eat well, he ate enough to survive. The fact that Danny could cling to existence through force of will was something he didn’t want to examine - his human half was still alive that had to be what mattered. 

“So this anger thing,” Danny forcefully changed the subject like a bull bursting into a China shop, “tell me about it.”

Helmet tensed and that in turn made Danny tense. He might have overstepped. The moment was long and drawn out as Danny waited for the other shoe to drop. Slowly, Helmet let out a long sigh and forcefully relaxed his body. It didn’t put Danny entirely at ease, but it helped.

“There’s not much to tell,” he faked at nonchalance but there was something tightly leashed in his voice. 

Danny didn’t buy it for one second. “Try again.”

There was a grimace and it looked almost like there was some sort of internal fight going on, until eventually he spoke. 

“I got exposed to some nasty shit, ever since then I’ve had anger issues. I only realized once they were gone how pervasive they were.”

He looked away.

“I have hurt people - killed people - I thought they deserved it, but I’m not so sure anymore, not for all of them.” And there was pain there, in his voice, in his face, this was a hard thing to admit, not just to himself, but out loud to someone else. 

Danny’s heart ached for him. The silence stretched between them and Danny prompted gently, hesitantly, because he didn’t understand this part himself: “And I make it better?”

“For about two days, give or take.” There was an affected casualness in the tone, but Danny noticed the way his hands clenched into tight fists. It had been about two weeks since Danny had last been in a room with the man. Two weeks since Danny had had any physical contact. He harshly clamped down the projection of longing before it could escape his grasp. 

It was, Danny realized, no wonder that Helmet had chased him so vehemently. He could not only hear Danny’s call for him, but he had something of his own he struggled with. Something that Danny could apparently do something about, or rather his core song, if Danny was putting the pieces together right.  

But Helmet wasn’t chasing now. It must have been two torturous weeks.

“You have found a way to nullify my powers, why not just use that?”

Helmet’s jaw clenched. “It’s not exactly nice.”

“Didn’t stop you two weeks ago.”

“I had nothing to do with that!” He snarled taking a step forward eyes glowing ectoplasmic green.

Danny took a step back at once cautious and intrigued. Not a ghost, but definitely something. 

It looked like it took great effort, but he stepped back, plastered himself back against the cupboard and his eyes were blue again. Softly, he whispered “I only ever wanted answers.”

He wanted help. Danny’s breath caught. He was asking Danny for help, even if it wasn’t in those specific words. Danny looked down at the handwritten note in his hand. Helmet hadn’t planned for meeting today. He’d been just as shocked as Danny. He’d written him instructions with no guarantee Danny would ever help him, despite struggling with this anger. 

Danny did not owe him anything, Danny was not beholden to anyone in this dimension, but he was asking for help.

Danny hesitantly stepped around the counter. 

Mentally he countered each argument for why this was stupid. 

He took a step forward. There was no trap. Danny chose to believe him when he said he didn’t want to use whatever device that had been on him. 

Danny took another step forward, and step after step until he was right in front of him. Danny didn’t look up to see whatever expression may be on his face, it was easier like this standing face to chest. And it was a nice chest, wearing a red henley worn soft and fuzzy through countless washes. It was easy to take the last step into his space and lean his forehead forward to rest against him. 

It was harder to let go of the tight ball he’d pulled his emotions into. 

“Can I?” Helmet asked, arms hovering slightly away from him. 

“Yeah,” Danny replied hoarsely, and then arms settled around him hesitantly, warm, human - not tight or trapping him, it was considerate but not what Danny needed. A wounded sound left his chest and he pressed closer. He clenched his eyes shut but still tears ran wet tracks down his cheeks as he finally gave in - let go. 

His core was a cacophony of grief warring with happiness. Melancholy and joy twisting and churning neither one really winning. Danny was so tired and worn he couldn’t focus on what he should feel. All this and maybe he couldn’t even help him? 

If he couldn’t get the happiness going what use was he?

But then the arms tightened around him and it was a proper hug. He was being held. There was a hand in his hair tugging him into the crook of Helmet’s neck, as he bent slightly over to surround him. Danny’s forehead against the crook of his neck, skin again skin. A warm body. A fast heartbeat in his ears. 

He was not alone. 

His core thrummed with the knowledge. 

Danny lost time. 

It was terrifying. It could have five minutes or an hour that they stood there for all Danny knew. He had been so lost in the warmth of human contact and the content song of his core. 

A shiver of fear went up his spine and he tensed.

Last time he had fallen asleep. That, he could at least understand. He’d been extremely exhausted after everything that happened. But this was different. Danny didn’t even know if he would have noticed Helmet moving him - he hadn’t; they still stood in the exact same spot. 

He made to draw away and for one heart-stopping fraction of a second, Danny thought Helmet wouldn’t let him go. But that was uncharitable, he had to give Helmet time to even realize what he was doing. Just cause Danny’s brain was running a mile a minute, and a second seemed like an eternity, didn’t mean it was to anyone else - and Helmet did let him slide out of his arms. Danny looked up, eyes just a bit wide. He was trying to stay calm, he was. He didn’t know how to interpret Helmet’s expression. His eyes met Danny’s, his brows were doing something, his mouth was a line downturned at the corners. His arms were raised, drawn back just slightly after Danny slipped away.

Danny took another step back.

Helmet didn’t move. Danny realized suddenly what the expression was; he looked sad.

Danny’s core pulsed painfully, and his breath stuttered. He wanted to go back to that embrace, he wanted to stay and forget everything else. 

It was all he could do not to run, because those feelings were terrifying in and of themselves. He turned and he carefully walked to the far wall. He stopped there, clenched his trembling hands. His eyes trailed an uneven line on the white wallpaper. 

This wasn’t just about him.

“The day after tomorrow,” he said, loud enough he was sure Helmet could hear him. Then he couldn’t hold back anymore and he threw himself through the wall. His heart raced in his chest all the way back to his lair. 

It went against every cautious bone in his body to reveal he’d be somewhere at a specific time, even such a vague promise as the day after tomorrow. It was as much as he could get himself to do.

It wasn’t just about him. 

-

Alright and that's probably it for the rapid updates, this part mostly needed edits to fit better with what actually ended up happening in the earlier parts and I hadn't written the ending, I wasn't sure I'd get the time today, but I did so, tadaa!

Things are going better! It's not all misery anymore.

Danny wasn't quite this terrified early in the story, but then he felt relatively safe in his ability to get out of situations. Having his powers knocked out, really brought up a boatload of trauma. It's just also really making him out of sorts to be that at odds with his core.

I hope it makes sense.

[frmisnow]

✧˖ ?! — TEACH ME HOW TO SMOKE (& SEX)! (NSFW)

summary. when you accepted going on a trip with a friends' friends group, you certaintly hadn't expected your first time smoking with a hot guy & you certaintly didn't expect to fuck him either

notes. and this is how our lovely iltly couple first met!! also my first smut work in a while, what do we think? i hope you enjoy reading, sending much love .ᐟᯓ★

warnings/includes. jungkook x non specified! reader, his flirting skills consist of teaching you how to smoke?, reader & jungkook lowkey mrs. whistledowns here (they LOVE their gossip omfg), rough & tender fucking

you did not know what you were thinking back when you agreed on going on mimi's little yearly friend group vacay trip- it didn't even make sense that you said 'yes'! mimi was a total bitch who only talked to you to make you give in a good word about her to your father (who she was weirdly attracted to) and all her friends were nothing better then cocky and reminded you of typical mean girls in those cliche highschool movies.

so tonight when mimi was scrapping together everyone to go out to the main bar of the resort to celebrate the last day of the trip, you had to find some what of an excuse to stay behind so the second you saw one of mimi's guy friends' smoke peacefully on the side walk, you excused yourself to smoke one as well- urging the others to walk ahead.

truth was you were no smoker and you certaintly weren't good at socialising either, more akwardly then not, standing next to the guy who was now beginning to chuckle at the sheer look on your face.

"why did you pretend to be a smoker?" he asked non chalantly, holding out one cigarette to you as you grabbed it rather unsurerly. his smile only widened at your mannerism, taking the cigarette out of your hands to correctly place it between your index and mittle finger. the contact of his hands on yours almost feeling longer then necessary, "hm?" he hummed almost like he was reminding you that he just asked you a question that you had completely forgotten about.

"is it to much if i say that i don't like her?" you asked, the cigarette that he was currently lightning up growing to feel almost heavy in your hands. to admit, you were unsure of what he would respond or if he would even tell mimi- i mean it was clear that the both of you weren't best friends but if she found out you full on hated her it would most certaintly resolve in an awkward 10 hour flight tommorow.

but all he did was continue grinning, shrugging in the process, "no, not at all," once the cig was light up, he wrapped his hands around yours once again, helping you bring it to your mouth- the step feeling unnecessary and even intimate when you considered how he was looking at your lips during it, whispering tiny instructions, "inhale, not to much at once"

"what's your name?" you manage to squezze out, trying to avoid a cough from coming out as a soft "jungkook" followed.

you would lie if you said you hadn't seen his face multiple times during the trip, dare to say even actively seeked it out at times but one thing you had noticed in between all of those times, was mimi always somewhere around him. hand around his waist, asking him to rub suncream on her back, head resting on his shoulders and on and on so that one question rose up as you took another puff slowly getting used to the repeated motion, "are you two a couple?"

jungkook was currently stubbing out his cig, beginning to loudly laugh the second the words left your mouth, the sound of his laughter so contagious that you began chuckling too just out of sheer response.

"me and mimi?" he asked after regaining himself, noticing you finshing of the cig, taking it out of your hand to stub it out himself while answering, "no, i hate that she's always somewhere on me, i don't really like being touched by..." trailing off till meeting your eyes once again, god- when did you notice he had a lip piercing? "i don't know, when i don't feel like it, it feels invasive"

you had not listened to the last part of his statement, nodding along hoping it fitted to whatever he had said. you were glad that they were in fact not together even if you had distain towards mimi, you would find it weird to find her man to be so sexy.

"why are you looking at me like that?" jungkook asked, his very own eyes similarly wandering to your lips, you paused momentarily, chosing to be honest "i was just curious about your piercing"

half truth. you were mostly curious about him as a whole, have you ever met a person you want to know everything about? who just seems so intresting and full of secrets that's how jungkook felt like.

automatically he bit his lip, playing with the little metal on his lip almost like he was reminded that it was even there in the first place, "mmh, i got it like a few months ago" he took a a breath of the fresh air which smelled like salt, signalising that you were close to the main front beach, "it suits you" you mumbeled in response, looking at him once more.

"would it be to much if i asked if i could kiss you?" his eyes half lidded, leaning just a tiny bit forward but still asking, "i mean could i?"

and oh god- how much he liked the little slutty look on your face. your eyes half lidded, starring at his lips like they were the water in the desert, starring at him like he was some sort of greek god, moreover how happy was he when a little 'yeah' came from your direction.

what had gotten into him? jungkook wasn't usually the type of guy who kissed the first girl who gave him even just a bit of attention, like the air that he desperately needs to breathe- yet there he was hungrily devouring your lips like he hadn't made out with anybody in years.

when you both had to seperate to breathe, jungkook's forehead rested against yours, eyes searching yours, filled with a mix of longing and uncertainty.

"I'm sorry," he whispered softly, his voice barely audible, the words only for you and nobody else, "I shouldn't have—" before he could finish, you silenced him with another kiss, this one slower and more tender as he groaned, his own hands instantly wandering to your ass as if that kiss of yours had reassured him that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you if not more.

you did not know how often jungkook had fucked you and so differently too- tenderly whispering sweet nothings on how he had been wanting to do this ever since he saw you at the airport on day 1, yours and his hand tightly intertwined as he fucked you in a way that could only be described as: loved, tangled in between the sheets.

or roughly where he groaned how much of a slut you were to agree to even go into the hotel suite of the very first guy that offered you a cig, completely ignoring your desperate little whines into the mattress.

but it didn't matter how, whenever you both finished, he took his time to look at you, check in with you, softly aksing if he was to rough or if you were well if you needed a break, a shower, water or really anything at all.

and when you got tired, your eyes slowly shutting off, you could still feel his gentle touch- fingers wandering over your back, one mole to another, tracing tiny little patterns till stopping to hug your body to fall asleep himself.

while you certaintly didn't know what the future had to offer, you were sure that you did not want to lose whoever jungkook was.

[puck-luck]

explodin' (like a golf ball) | quinn hughes

warnings: fem!masturbation, fem!receiving oral, a sliver of dom!quinn pairing: fem!reader x quinn hughes request: @captainlexaproluvr "quinn catching his gf getting off while watching one of his interviews (then perhaps him going down on her but forcing her to keep watching the video).... yeah" wc: 1470

It’s the black button-up, black dress pants, and pristine white sneakers that do it for you, really. Or maybe it’s Quinn’s perfect new haircut and his big, genuine smile, which he so rarely shows in interviews, that are the minor catalysts in your current predicament. It could be his focus, how quiet he is as he lines up his shot and prepares to swing, to bury that ball as far down the range as he can. 

You realize suddenly that you’re biting your lip hard enough to leave a mark.

You’ve got the video memorized at this point, the way he murmurs out an “Alright” before he swings at the ball, how he freezes in his stance and does a double take when the ball explodes, how he looks around to make sure everyone just saw what he did. 

You find yourself particularly endeared by how excited your sweet boyfriend is, excited to the point that he can barely string together a sentence before starting a new one. He calms down after a moment, his voice returning to its normal, controlled tone as he marvels over the moment to the main interviewer. 

Still, you watch over and over again to see your boyfriend light up like a Christmas display. It’s so rare that you see him act that way in front of the cameras, still a little shy despite his star-status. He should be used to the media by now, years into his career, but he still struggles with coming out of his shell. He overthinks it. But, sometimes, he gets caught off guard and the world gets to see the real him.

It is one of the most attractive interviews you’ve ever seen of Quinn. 

You remember him coming home the day of this shoot, beaming and bragging about how strong he was. You remember him picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder and taking you to the bedroom, so giddy and on a high from his great feat that he needed to get his cock in you and make you feel good. 

And the memories of that make you slip your hand into your shorts, into your panties, and pet over your folds. You’re wet already, just from the thought of Quinn pushing his thick cock into you, hovering over you and watching your face as he causes you to contort and moan recklessly from the pleasure. You jolt as your finger comes in contact with your clit, the bundle of nerves receptive and aching for a repeat. 

The video is still playing, on a low volume but next to your ear regardless, and you can hear Quinn speaking over and over. It’s a recording, but it’s like he’s there, breathing meaningless words into your ear and praising you. 

On a loop, your heart jumps with his repeated “I have… like, come on” because he’s just so precious and such a sweet boy and you want him to be that happy all the time. You want him to be so elated that he’s speechless, that he’s smiling wider than he ever has in front of a camera.

“What’s this?”

Your eyes flash open, finding Quinn in the doorway. His eyes are scanning your body, devoid of emotion and dark. Your fingers still over your clit at the look, then you draw your hand out of your shorts. You rest your hand on your stomach, your shirt riding up so that Quinn can see the soft skin of your belly and love handles. 

“Touching what’s mine?” Quinn asks, his voice low and scratchy. “I was just down the hall, baby, you could’ve called for me.”

He approaches the bed, and suddenly, you remember that his voice is ringing out of your phone speakers on a loop. You go to grab your phone and silence it before he reaches the device first, but you’re too late. He scoops up your phone, planning to just turn it over and place it on the bedside table, but he’s stopped in his tracks when he comes face to face with himself on your screen. 

He watches the video twice, only looking up at you briefly between plays, a smile growing on his face.

“But you already had me here, I see,” Quinn teases. “Have I spoiled you that much, pretty girl? You can’t get yourself off without me talking in your ear?”

“Don’t be mean,” you plead, reaching for him.

Quinn shies away from your touch, opting instead to turn up the volume on your phone and place it, face down, across the room. He returns to your side, chuckling as you stare up at him from your position, then Quinn kneels at the edge of the bed. Your eyes follow him, taking in each of his movements.

Quinn reaches up and dips his fingers into your waistband, gently pulling your shorts and panties down. He reveals your wet pussy, humming in approval as he spreads your legs to get a good look. He pulls you closer, strong hands dragging you by your ankles until your fluttering entrance is a mere breath from Quinn’s mouth. 

“Now you get the best of both worlds,” Quinn mumbles, interrupting himself to plant a kiss on your clit. “I get to take care of you down here, and I can still talk to you from all the way over there.” He nods back at the phone, still repeating the same audio. “I’ve legit never seen anyone break a golf ball before.”

He dives in, tongue first like he’s trying to catch a melted drop from a popsicle before it drips and stains his pants. His hands hold your hips down, keep you from moving underneath him, squirming away from the contact. He groans into your slick, like he’s never tasted anything so lovely before. 

Your hands find his hair, neck craning to catch a glimpse of his focused glare through his eyelashes. He’s staring at you, watching you fall apart under his tongue, and he’s barely done anything at all. 

Quinn eats you out like he always does, like a loyal follower getting a chance to worship his goddess. He stares at you like you’re a masterpiece, painted by the greatest artist in the entire universe, their fame and talent surpassing the boundaries of space and time. You are their creation and Quinn is beyond blessed to have you, to own you.

Because you are his, after all. You’re scrambling beneath him, breathing heavily and whining and cussing and sweating, arching your back and sticking your fingers in his hair, pulling for some reprieve. Quinn will not let up. He cannot bear to part with your pussy, he needs it like air. 

And it needs him– clenching down on his tongue and bumping against his appealing nose with each repeated “Come on” and “That’s a win.”

You’re moaning, helpless to the noises that are falling from your lips. 

Quinn’s eyes are dry, almost looking like he couldn’t care less about the noises he’s pulling from you, the shaking in your legs that he causes with each swipe of his tongue. He looks disinterested, like this is just another thing on his agenda. You’d believe that he considers this a chore just by the looks of his eyes, if not for the fervor with which he licks you out.

It’s the perfect mixture– the plain and confident and quiet Quinn Hughes shown in his eyes, and the brazen, goofy, loving Quinn Hughes in his actions.

You tip over the edge as if leaping from an airplane, falling freely to the ground. The sensations overtake you like wind whipping at your hair throughout the fall. You sigh, grinding against Quinn’s face slowly, just riding out the waves. You drag your lips over the expanse of his lower face, his mouth and nose nudging you softly, reminding you that they’re there. Quinn presses a few kisses to your entrance, clit, and inner thighs before crawling up your body and hovering over your face. He smiles, leaning down to pepper kisses all along your features, making you giggle and squirm away.

“I didn’t know you liked me so much,” Quinn teases, nibbling your lips. “We’ll have to look into cloning. Then you’ll really have two of me.”

“Such a dork,” you reply, caressing his cheek and capturing his lips. He’s strong and solid above you.

“Let's just drill that thing down at like 320?”

You pull away. “Can you go turn that off?” You whisper. “It’s starting to annoy me now.”

Quinn chuckles. He presses his forehead to yours for a brief moment, just long enough for you two to take a breath together. He shifts to the side and leaves you on the bed, tired of his own voice as well. They’ll have to find a new video for next time.

note: i thought the title was funny! but it's probably just lame boooooooooo

ok loving you guys, make sure you sent me more requests for NOT jack or trevor. i'm bored of those requests. i've got plenty. and trevor is like constantly on my mind. so shush. i will get to him.

[belbisous]

Osamu Dazai X Reader (Smut) || Shibari Play

(Oneshot) Originally from my ao3 account

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You were already tied up. Not a single limb of your body was free from the red ropes that were holding and hugging your skin.

“You look so cute you know that right” Dazai was making a remark about how you currently looked right now

“Oh cmon…” You tried to move around but Dazai put his hand on your body to keep you from squirming around in the mattress

“Uh uh… remember? We had a bet, whoever lost would be the one suffering tonight.”

“I never even agreed to that”

“Hmm.” He put his finger up to his chin “Well youre already like this so why wouldnt we go any further?”

“Dazai!!”

“You know you want it, just look at that face of yours” He laughed at you for a bit. But he wasnt wrong either

Messy hair, teary face, hands and legs tied, Dazai just couldn’t resist himself.

He continued his steps forwards, slowly coming closer to your restricted body. He crawled on the bed towards you, faces inches away from eachother

“I want to hear every noise you noise alright darling?” He instantly placed his fingers in between your legs, rubbing the side of your thighs with his long skinny fingers.

You tried to move but you were restrained by the small yet thick enough ropes.

All you were able to do was really just arch your back or move your head.

You moved around trying to find a comfortable position to be in, but he stopped you in your tracks.

“Look at you, so needy.” Dazai remarked as his tongue began to lick your skin. Following from your neck going down your stomach to your pussy.

The wetness of his tongue felt unreal, your hot body needed more of him, but you just didnt want to admit it

“Ngh~ Daza-“ “No need to be so formal here, we are alone after all…Just say my name got it darling”

His arms hugged around your body as he flipped you over. Your face was laying on the pillow sideways, and your stomach was on the mattress Dazai had.

You could feel his body lean from behind your back, inching closer and closer to whisper something

“Just follow me and Ill make sure Ill get these nice ropes off of ya’. “

“Mhphm-“ Letting out a muffled moan as he grabbed your hips brining them up. You couldn’t see what was happening but you could hear everything happening behind you.

He was unzipping his pants, and on the side you could see him throwing his coat and tie off. Now you realize why he wore that black coat instead of the usual brown one.

Feeling him line up behind you, he thrust himself into you without any preparations

“Agh! Da- Osamu…”

“I love it when you say my name…” He said as he began to thrust himself into you.

His hands were on the sides of your hips keeping your back arched for him. Hands were restricted behind on your back too, so sometimes he would move his hands up and hold yours for a few seconds.

He slowed his pace down, entering himself slow then fully making sure you could feel every inch of his

“Mmph, Ah~ N- Please.” “Not now darling.”

“Ngh-“

Dazai was purposefully slowing down, trying to make you shiver and shake under him.

Since your upper body was laying down, you moved yourself back and forward. Trying to ride your high on him.

Dazai took notice and grabbed your hair forcing your head to look up at him.

He looked at you for a couple of seconds, smiling to himself, then opening his mouth.

“I see you need it so clearly, so Ill give it you. But only because youre in these..” His hands went to the main rope that determined whether they’d be tight or not, he pulled it and made the ropes hug your skin more.

Now being more restricted, he goes back behind you and puts in all his strength he has into you.

The pain is unbearably strong, but it’s not like you can do anything. Even if you were to try something, Dazai would only make your punishment way worse

You feel his full length slipping in and out of you in continuous motions. It hurts but you also feel the pleasure overwhelming.

“Cmon~ Mhmm…” He whimpers a bit as you tighten around him. He still goes fast, but eventually he becomes more sloppy in his work.

He stops for a bit keeping himself in you “Be a good girl and yell out my name… got it?”

You nod your head in response, and he goes back to going in and out of you. But he makes sure he slaps against you roughly, as he grabs your head with his hand whilst the other remains on your shoulder, only pushing yourself further onto him with every hard thrust he gives into you.

“Mhm- Dazai, Please. Ah~ Agh!~”

“Keep- G-going…”

“Please, I-I need to~ Agh Osamu~ Ngh-“

You feel his warmth leaking inside of you, and it causes you to release your high as well. He stands still behind you, keeping his dick inside your wet and messed up pussy.

His body gives out and he lays on the bed next to you, with the release of you, you plop onto the bed as well.

Your still catching your breath, looking down in embarrassment. You can see Dazai looking at your naked body still. “Cant you take these off now?” You yell at him

He brings his hand up to brush away the hair of your face, then keeping his hand on your left cheek.

“In a little bit, you just look sooo cute!!”

[spinjitsuburst]

I just saw that art u rbed to here from ur main and like while its an amazing peice of art its in own right MY EYES ZOOMED ONTO ONE ARMED LLOYD im so curious where that hc comes from if u wanna ramble abt scar and injury hcs id love to hear genuinelylike. I love scar hcs yeah

I'M SO SORRY THIS ASK TOOK SO LONG BUT OH MY GOD I LOVE TALKING ABOUT DESIGN AND SCAR HEADCANONS SO LIKE GHDFSGHKJFDG

generally i draw the ninja in a pretty vague "around or after crystalized but before DR" timeline so that's what i'm operating under with these headcanons

also i didn't draw zane here cuz android bodies confuse me and i also got. lazy hgkfdsghkjf but i'll do his someday

lloyd's 20~ and the other ninja are mid 20s~

FIRST UP MY FAVS

starting with lloyd i give him a dragon tail and oni horns, as well as pointed ears. he's got a semi-grunge/goth style so i usually draw him with piercings and stuff. he lost his arm during the events of hunted to me but i dont really have a set event in mind for it. his back was SUPER damaged during the sons of garmadon fight and sometimes has to wear a back brace, and his ankle flares up from time to time

jay kept a lot of his scars hidden for a while because they came from skybound (some of his worst injuries lingered from the timeline). not sure whether he's come clean to the ninja yet or not. the marks on his wrist and ankle are from vengestone cuffs on the ship (blame hat because they gave jay vengestone cuffs in bbnb and it broke my brain so my jay has them now). the wound on his side is from skybound as well. ironically his face scar is NOT from skybound, but he was blind in that eye after skybound and hid it from the team. the current scar is from a fight where an enemy sliced a knife up the side of his face, and his lightning reacted badly and struck him while also striking the enemy. he almost died it was NOT a fun day for anybody. also he's a trans man so top scars!!

nya's scars are fun, she obviously has the tiger widow venom scar from skybound (kai finds out about that one after it gets infected cuz she wasn't taking proper care of it after the timeline reset, and he was NOT happy about it) but she also has lichtenberg scars on her hand from a time jay was holding it and accidentally shocked her badly with his powers. he starts wearing gloves after this incident. she also, of course, still has the markings from her time merged with the sea. they glow blue when she uses her powers, and her eyes are more glowy now as well (she kinda looks like a cryptid)

kai's deceptively scrawny. he has basic muscles but he's super skinny, so a lot of people think he isn't as strong as the rest of the ninja. however he's CRAZY strong and has a solid core. He also has a bunch of scars all over his hands from his time as a blacksmith. They're mostly little burns and nicks, but there's one that stretches across his hand from when he accidentally grabbed a hot blade. he also has a lot of body hair

cole is chubby but INSANELY strong, even without super strength. he has a bunch of scars, especially on his arms, from being tanky and blocking blows with his body. most of his scars are ninja related, but he does have one on his leg from a dance accident. nothing major, but the scar stuck around. he also has his ghost scar that goes over his eye somewhat, causing his pupil to be an unnatural green

also a height chart for comparison! one day i'll do zane too but i got lazy. hard to figure out scars for a nindroid, but i imagine that under his plating, the side of his face will ALWAYS have glowing gold scars from the overlord, no matter how many times he makes a new body or tries to fix them

[lonesome-sometimes]

baby might be mine

If you're not picturing short straight hair matty during this then you're doing it wrong (you can picture whichever matty you like) anyways this is completely self indulgent

his cheeks are flushed, tears falling from his eyes and cum leaking all over your chest as he fucks himself on your strap, the prettiest noises being pulled from the back of his throat. he goes to speak but stops himself, suddenly looking unsure.

matty healy x female reader

content warnings: pegging and plugs, sub matty, soft dom reader, spanking, smoking, begging, they make love towards the end it's really sweet, slight mommy kink, just sweet subby matty because I love him too much

minors do not interact

matty is feeling submissive, that much is obvious. he had been feeling needy all throughout the dinner you were both currently attending, keeping a hand on you at all times whether that be your thigh or intertwined with your own, sitting so close to you that he could have been in your lap and nobody would have noticed a difference.

he had been suprisingly good despite you denying him, not once begging for more than you had given him or attempting to touch himself. he was completely under your spell and you couldn't wait to get home.

It was between mains and desserts when he finally leans into you, letting his hand wander underneath the table so that his fingers could play with the edge of your dress, leaning further into your neck and smelling your perfume. "I really, really, need you." he whispered softly, his words sounding breathless as he attempted to keep his composure to save face in front of your friends.

you smile softly at him, the sweetness of it contrasting with how harshly you grip his wrist and move it back into his own space. "wait, I'm having fun." he understands, dropping an apologetic kiss to your shoulder before turning back towards the conversation. you kept a close eye on him, making sure not to push him past his limit while still pushing his need and patience.

you eventually take pity on him, standing up so suddenly he almost jumps out of his own skin to match your movements. you announce both of your departures, saying your thanks and goodbyes while keeping a hand on his lower back as you lead him out of the fancy restaurant and into the cold air.

"pass me a cigarette." he jumps again at your sudden words, nodding as he fumbles around his pockets and pulls out the pack of malboro, handing one to you. he makes no attempt to pull one for himself, pocketing the box again and pulling out his lighter instead. he really was being a good boy tonight, hanging on your every word and waiting for you to tell him what to do and exactly how to do it. with that, you put the cigarette between your teeth and allow him to light it for you, trying to hide your smirk as his hands shake from both the cold and the need to have a smoke and touch you.

"you want some?" you ask softly, giggling when he nods desperately. you beckon him closer to you, your hand moving to his face as you trace his cheekbones with your fingertips. you take another long drag, letting the nicotine and the alcohol cloud your brain, befoe blowing the smoke directly back into his face.

"thank you." he whispers as his cheeks turn a dusty pink, almost causing you to drop the confidence at how small and needy he sounded, how sweet and submissive he was being for you.

you smoke until finally a cab pulls up to the curb, dropping the cigarrette to the floor and putting it out with your heel and not missing the way matty stared. you were half expecting him to break as you pull him into the back but his behaviour remains the same, his leg bouncing as you move your hand possessively up his inner thigh, inching closer to where he needed you the most.

you keep teasing him until the car pulls to a stop, leading him with you and into the house, dragging him towards your shared bedroom and pushing him up against the door with a loud thud. you finally kiss him, the taste of red wine and the smell of smoke filling your sense and making you feel dizzy with need and power. whenever he was like this, he became so pliant, not knowing how to think for himself.

you kiss him until you need to breathe, a string of spit connecting your lips and causing him to smile up at you dumbly, nothing but love and adoration behind his eyes. "cute, I want you to go and bring me our favourite, yeah?" he nods and disappears into your closet, leaving you to fix your hair and kcik off your heels. when he returns, you reward him with a chaste kiss as you tell him to undress and fast.

you begin to do the same, letting your dress fall to floor. you could feel his eyes burning into you, his breath hitching as you revealed the white lace that you had kept hidden from him, matching the stockings that were hugging your thighs just right.

you reach for the strap that he had placed on the bed, pulling it up and around your waist so that is was sitting perfectly between your hips, the hot pink standing between your legs. when matty had first suggested this specific colour, you had thought that it was too much, too unnatural, but it was so unmistakably matty and you couldn't say no in the end. it quickly became both of your favourites to use, the length and width pulling out the most beautiful sounds from your boy.

you make yourself comfortable against the pillows, beckoning matty over once he was undressed and pulling him into your lap and in for another kiss. you let yourself completely melt into it, moving your hands around his hips and feeling for the plug that you had left there as you were getting ready for dinner, keeping him full and needy just for you. It also meant that he wouldn't need much prep tonight, allowing you to continue your torturous game for a little while longer.

you toy with the plug as you keep kissing him lazily, slowly fucking him with it just to make him whimper and whine into your mouth. suddenly, you deliver a harsh smack to his ass and causing the plug to move deeper inside of him at the impact. "mm, you wanna ride me baby? be a good little bitch for me?" he cries out as you continue to rain down hits, the plug directly hitting his prostate but not enough for him to get any pleasure from it.

you couldn't resist as you watched the precum leak from his tip and down towards your chest, pulling him so his cock was in line with your lips. you suck him into your mouth, just to clean him off and indulge yourself in the taste of him. you ignored his whimpers, pulling the plug out in one swift motion and moving him backwards until he was perfectly alligned with your strap.

you tease his hole, letting the pressure build but never pushing in. your hands find their way into his perfectly styled hair that was now fanning out across his forehead, tears already forming at the corner of his eyes as he looked down at you begging. "please fuck me? I need to feel you, needed you all night, please? please please let me-" he babbles, crying out when you suddenly pull him down until he was flush against the tops of your thighs.

you let him adjust to the thickness and deepness of your cock inside of him, tracing your fingertips across his lips as you tease. "such a pretty little baby, move." you demand and he wastes no time, pushing himself back up onto his knees before letting himself sink down again. you let yourself relax against the bed, enjoying the view as he picked up a pace and continued to ride you, a sight you will never grow tired of.

his cheeks are flushed, tears falling from his eyes and cum leaking all over your chest as he fucks himself on your strap, the prettiest noises being pulled from the back of his throat. he goes to speak but stops himself, suddenly looking unsure.

"hey, hey what is it baby?" you pull him down so that your cock stayed inside of him but he could no longer move, forcing him to focus on you and your words.

he swallows, averting your eyes before speaking softly. "do you think we could... I want you to be gentle, I need to feel you I-" suddenly everything clicks in your mind; how needy he was being at dinner and how non-verbal he has been. he needs you to take care of him.

"you need me to love on you, is that it angel?" you ask cautiously, not wanting to scare him and have him freak out, knowing how asking for what he needs can sometimes cause him to withdraw. he nods and whimpers softly, hiding his face in your neck from embarrassment.

you sit up and push him down onto the bed softly, cock still inside him as you leave a chaste kiss to his lips. he flushes down to his chest as you pull out and push back in, crying out as you bottom out and pull him flush against your hips. his eyes are glassed over now with both tears and want, staring up at you as you continue to fuck into him softly but deeply. he would do anything you asked him. he was completely yours, your sweet boy.

"my good boy, I wanna hear your sweet noises, come on angel-" you encourage, ghosting your lips across his neck and down towards his collarbones that were already adorned with bruises from earlier. his moans become louder, cheeks flushing an even deeper red and his cock a similar shade to match.

It didn't take him long before he was close, desperately opening and closing his hand in a silent plea for you to intertwine your fingers with his. "can I cum? please? wanna cum from you fucking me and nothing else, please mommy I-" he begs, mind too full to even realise what he had just called you.

you pocketed it for later, not wanting to overwhelm him any further as you push your hand into his open one. "cum for me, love. let me see what I do to you." you whisper, taking his lips as your own and muffling his cries as he cums, painting both of your chests pearly white as he squeezes your hand.

you kiss him through his high, stroking his hair and his cheeks as he comes down and regains his breath. you keep yourself inside of him, knowing how much he loves being close to you during the come down.

he smiles lopsided up at you, eyes full of tears and love as he giggles softly. "I love you." you promise, kissing his nose and his eyelids gently which only causes him to giggle more. you stay inside of him a little longer before pulling out, removing the harness and cleaning the cum from both of you before sitting against the headboard and pulling him into your lap, kissing his neck and cheeks.

"you wanna smoke, angel?" you ask and he nods, reaching for the weed you keep in your bedside. you stroke his hair and down his arms, letting him roll as your mind runs a million miles an hour, picturing all the ways you can get him to call you mommy again.

[unluckilylvcky]

TMNT Group: Welcome Leonardo!

From ancient books of ninjitsu to comic books tucked neatly in the shelves, who better to confide in than the Leonardos? After all, the greatest honor a ninja could ever have is a nice cup of tea! Leonardo made sure that his comrades would feel right at home!

What is TMNTherapy Group about?

Teenage Mutant Ninja Therapy Group, or simply abbreviated to TMNTherapy Group or TMNT Group, is a fun little comic featuring your favorite turtles from all current running cartoon iterations joining together to, well... Get therapy! Or at least, that's what the turtles from the 1987 universe say. In OOC terms, yes, this is basically a crossover au.

Currently, the AU has 5 introduction comics (including this one), 1 filler comic and many more fun and angsty comics to come! Join the '87 verse turtles as they try their best to unite these 3 VERY different turtle iterations with each other! It's gonna be an... Interesting ride, to say the least. Stay tuned!

DO NOTE THAT :

This AU is strictly for fun and is only meant to explore the dynamic of each turtle iterations with each other! Nothing more, nothing less, just all 4 generations of turtles either venting to each other or having fun. None of this is meant to be reflective of real life scenarios, anything of the latter is completely unintentional.

You're gonna notice a watermark on most of these panels, and I can assure you that that is me; my old user! I unfortunately do not have the original files to these, nor do I have the time to redraw these to my current style. I'm pretty sure I stopped watermarking it with my old user after the Raph group intro :]

This was posted on Instagram during October 15th of last year!

Thought I should mention: The lineart quality for this AU is LARGELY inconsistent. I really just wanna have fun with this au so sometimes you're gonna see some clean and cool lineart, but mostly you're gonna have to deal with my sketchy lineart like in this comic haha

Seeing as Instagram is my main platform, you'll have to keep in mind that this format was made with the square format in mind. Stick with me here hehe :^))

Gonna start introducing Bonus Comics! These are just short disconnected comics that I usually include out of a whim. Just click on Keep Reading and you should see it! This will be the only time I'll mention these on the notes section.

<<< Previous: Teenage Mutant Ninja... Therapy Group?!

Next Up: TMNT Group: Welcome Raphael! >>>

Bonus Comic:

[blood-orange-juice]

I suddenly groked why Childe's friendship with the Traveler is important to me. It makes him look more inhuman.

Same with his attachments in general. It all looks so sweet on the surface but this is *not* how humans handle attachments.

Humans are awkward, and afraid to admit they like someone, and they want reciprocity, and they are careful about how a new person will affect their life. They are very cautious about placing their trust in someone even if they like them. They often lie for the sake of maintaining the relationship.

And then there's this guy who loudly declares you a friend the moment he starts liking you enough, expects nothing in return and seems to trust almost blindly (personally, I think it's calculated risk rather than that, but it still removes the usual weight of trusting someone). Who is honest and straightforward in ways that don't really benefit him. And it's not exactly hero worship (he has that towards Skirk and Capitano and we know it looks differently), he just sees someone like himself in the main character.

His other relationships (siblings and Her Majesty) could have been interpreted in multiple ways but his attachment to the Traveler establishes those as genuine and more on the warm side too.

(and more weird)

We also get reminded that he isn't nice even when he likes a person, he still has his weird ideals and obligations and doesn't compromise on those.

If he was a brooding loner or someone more sociopathic in his approach it would be too easy to clock him as a traumatised kid or at least a flawed human. The way he relates to the Traveler very clearly establishes him as more than that.

I've also seen takes on how he doesn't really love his siblings, he just wants to be the best in everything and that includes being the best older brother. That would be awfully human, too, I think.

It's a subtle distinction, fae beings can be obsessed with beauty and perfection but not with being the best. A desire to be the best is a narcissistic dynamic, it's painfully human and rooted in insecurity.

(he says and shows multiple times how he doesn't seek narcissistic fuel at all, even on an average human level. he seeks improvement but doesn't really care about winning or impressing other people

he's also committed to doing the best he can without being worried about perfection in the current moment)

He loves them dearly and he's doing what's best for them as he understands it, but it doesn't matter whether they love him or whether anyone else including them thinks he's a good brother.

So we once again get a lovely paradox with him. Everything is the opposite of what it seems.

Could be read as a different form of trauma or just arrogance, of course, but also it connects him to other Abyssal beings (Elynas, Durin, Caribert to an extent too. one could say Enjou as well). Horrors of Teyvat love with no reservations but also it doesn't mean what you think it means.

[honeipie]

Can you do part 2 of The Toast where Izuku maybe later realises what he truly felt after some years of marriage but it was too late or going to be. I already read a similar story elsewhere I can't remember but it didn't have part 2

It's your choice but my heart is fragile against my best boy 😭

BEST FRIENDS FOREVER

izuku midoryia x reader

synopsis: even the bestest of friends fight sometimes

authors note: i just used this ask for the second part! it’s gonna go a littleeee differently..

here’s where you can read part one!

“slow the hell down. people are gonna start thinking you’re an alcoholic if you keep going” katsuki took the beer bottle from your hand and placed it on the other side of the table.

“my bad” you mumbled looking over at the dance floor. people danced with their friends and partners happily. also trying not to get in the way of the main couple themselves. smiling and swaying back and forth with each other.

katsuki looked over at you with a slightly raised eyebrow before looking away.

“what? you gonna do all that drinking and not dance?”

you shrugged having your elbow on the table and resting your head in the palm of your hand.

“not really in the mood”

the music took over your chaste conversation. the bass from the speaker made the floor beneath you vibrate.

“you didn’t do completely shitty on your speech”

you turned to katsuki who was still focused on the people dancing.

“gee, thanks. i would offer to do a speech at your wedding but i don’t know who’d want to get with” you put your palm towards him moving it in a circle “this”

“hm, well good thing you wouldn’t be invited anyway. you’d probably scare the children”

the two of you were now giving each other slight glares, but you soon dissolved into giggles. he couldn’t help but crack a smile and shake his head “you’re fuckin’ crazy”

“i know right? i mean who agrees to be the best woman for the guy she’s in love with?” you started laughing harder. katsuki could only assume the alcohol was starting to take effect.

“i’m surprised you said yes. ‘specially after that fight they had”

your laughs slowly started to cease hearing that.

“a fight? what do you mean?”

katsuki looked over at the couple who were currently dancing very close together. eyes closed and lost in the moment.

“fuckin’ nerd didn’t tell his fiancée that you were his best woman until the night of the bachelor party. he was rambling on about what they were going to do. he was so excited guess he started talking about how you planned it and everything”

“yikes.. was she mad?”

“mad? she was pissed. told him off and everything. he tried apologizing and telling her that it didn’t even cross his mind, but she wasn’t having it. they barely talked that day after. i only know cause i accidentally came to his house too early”

you placed your hands over your face and groaned.

“i didn’t even know! this is so bad.. she probably thinks i did this to spite her or something” you sighed lifting your head up.

yes, you wanted her husband. but you weren’t no damn ‘steal your man’ type of girl. you had to make this right now matter how you felt about izuku. as if it was fate, ochako was seen heading into the bathroom alone.

you stood so abruptly that the table shook and almost knocked over your drink.

“easy..” katsuki mumbled making sure it didn’t tip over. with a determined face you made a beeline over to the bathroom.

maybe it was the adrenaline from the alcohol, but the need to just settle everything came over you in waves.

“ochako?” you could hear shuffling from inside the handicap stall making you walk closer “i saw you walk in and i’m sorry to follow you. it’s just-“

“listen” you heard her voice from the other side of the stall “if we’re going to do this can you at least come in here and help me?” you heard the lock open from the bathroom stall. shocked, but not opposed, you walked in seeing her dress taking up most of her torso as she struggled to lift it “i just need to pee”

“of course” you walked over to take the parts of her dress that she was currently holding.

where the hell were the bridesmaids when you need them?

you let her do her buisness, but there were still the words stuck in your throat that were begging to be let out.

“i’m sorry” you blurted right as she went to grab the toilet paper. she paused for a moment before continuing to rip some off “i’m sorry for being izuku’s best woman. i mean- he told me that you felt a bit iffy about it and i just assumed that by the rehearsal you had changed your mind. i should have had a conversation with you about it. i guess i was just distracted by something else” you adjusted yourself as she got off of the toilet and went to pull everything back up.

“y/n” she turned to you once everything was back where it should be “thank you for apologizing, but i should’ve known this would happen. you two are so close, and he wouldn’t trust anyone else with that responsibility” she walked out of the stall with you following after her. you both washed your hands in silence mulling over the situation “i’m not upset anymore” she looked over at you with something in her eyes that you couldn’t quite place.

sadness? anger? jealousy?

“i can’t control what izuku wants” she dried her hands with the paper towel then walked back into the party.

leaving you with the odd twisting of guilt in your stomach.

you walked out of the bathroom after taking a moment to reflect, but it didn’t last long. when you turned izuku stood directly in front of you with a stupid grin.

“hey! i meant to catch you earlier. you alright?” you could tell he was just slightly tipsy from the brush of pink on his cheeks.

“actually, can we talk somewhere private?”

“yeah, we can go out here. have you seen it yet? fucking incredible” he led you out two big doors which were open and bringing in a gentle summer breeze. there were willow trees strung with fairy lights giving it a soft ambiance. under the trees were a couple of benches which you decided to take a seat on.

izuku plopped down next to you arms laid against the back of the bench. his head was tilted back with his eyes closed. adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he breathed steadily.

you tried not to stare. you really, really tried. but when you noticed the top two buttons undone on his shirt it was like you couldn’t look away. freckles splattered across his chest like a work of art.

but you couldn’t get distracted anymore.

“izuku..”

your tone of voice had him lifting his head up. he looked over at you with a slight squint of his eye “why are you saying my name like something bad happened?”

you sighed shifting some of the fabric of your dress “i didn’t really want to do this on your wedding night. cause i know you’re having fun. it’s just that.. i think we should probably not spend as much time together as we do now”

izuku’s mouth opened but nothing came out, so he shut it once again.

“let me explain. i just don’t want to be that woman who gets in between a guy and his wife just because we’re close”

“y/n” he sat up fully facing you “you’re not getting between me and my wife!-“

“oh yeah? then what about me being your best woman? how did she take that?”

“i told you. she understood-“

“was her understanding before or after you fought and didn’t talk for hours?”

his next argument stopped in his throat. you could see the conflict in his eyes.

“okay.. we did fight. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you about that. but it was important to me that you were my best woman. that’s it! nothing else we do would come between what me and ochako have”

there it was again. the adrenaline from those trashy beers that denki had snuck in opposed to the classy alcohol from the open bar.

“izuku! you don’t understand” you stood to your feet “it’s not just me being your best woman. it’s everything we do in the future. this might work for you, but it’s not fair for me or ochako”

“tell me why then!” he stood up looking directly into your eyes.

from inside, a group of the groomsmen had gathered to watch. but it was from a good enough distance not to draw too much attention. at least not yet.

“the couple is fighting- hey!” denki held his side glaring over at kirishima who elbowed him in his side. ochako turned at his voice eyes trailing down to the two of you outside.

“what if we went out like we would do on a random wednesday. you should be home with your wife”

“ochako understands that i have friends that i’d like to hang out with. it’s like when we were dating-“

“but it’s not izuku! this is marriage. a commitment that you are signing the rest of your life up for. plus, she might understand, but will the press? you’re the number one hero. you’re telling me they won’t snap a picture and make a story” you lift up your arms for dramatics “deku going out with secret mistress! i can see it on every gossip blog across japan. did you think about that? who is that benefiting? both you and ochako sliding down the ranks while my name gets dragged through the fucking mud too?”

his face was redder than before, but not from the alcohol. he sighed dragging one hand down his face “y/n, can we just figure this out?”

“izuku you are the best man i��ve ever met. i love you so so much. that’s why i’m doing this” you dropped your voice to a whisper hoping he could hear you over the music “i’m not going to let you ruin your relationship with the woman you love because of an old friend”

the woman he loved.

“i’m not saying don’t ever contact me again. trust me if you need anything i will drop everything to come and help you. we just- can’t talk everyday like we used to, okay?”

you turned seeing ochako coming down the tiny hill towards the two of you. that’s when you noticed the small group that had congregated closer to the doors watching the ordeal go down. ochako gave you a look which you understood quickly.

you weren’t welcome here anymore.

with a quick nod you left izuku under the willow tree with his wife. the woman he didn’t love as much as you.

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[pinktacotragedy]

spoilers for s3 and also francesca's book so proceed with caution:

have come to hide out in tumblr world because tiktok and twitter are losing all sense over this michaela change

if they're not going to change the main marriages then francesca's story makes the most sense to make queer given the world they've built. it'll be the easiest one to adapt to fit a queer love story regency style.

"who's she going to have a child with??? she wants to be a mother!" probably her very real husband that she is currently married to?????? who we know is going to... so her having an heir would make sense.

"but they didn't have kids in the book" none of the couples we've seen so far are book accurate. actually polin may be the most book accurate and so much has changed from that. their son being born first and being a lord for one.

i can kind of maybe (if i squint) understand people who loved michael and were excited to see him in the show, but its just funny to me how a lot of people want to act dumb instead of admit that they don't feel comfortable with their favourite characters being lesbians.

its always "yes we want queer characters" until the characters in question are (future) leads and then it doesn't make sense apparently.

i'm actually really excited for francesca's season now and to see how they're going to handle it.

also i know it hasn't been confirmed that frannie is a lesbian but her reaction after that kiss is definitely leading me to that conclusion. i would of loved lesbian eloise but since marina's actress has said she's not coming back (good for her. i hope she's getting all the support and help she deserves) i think she is going to end up with phillip (not so good for me, i hate that man). at most she'll be bisexual but honestly i wouldn't be surprised if lesbian frannie and that one threesome with benedict is the most we're going to get for queer bridgertons.

[arandomnerd810]

personal TADC character analysis

uh warning this is long lol

autism time let’s go (/not in a negative way i have autism) stretches hands * I’ll go in order of the character episodes cause why not we have it (see below) i’ll put periods but it will just be to make it more readable not to be intimidating lolll

btw im completely open to interpretations of characters changing throughout the series this is just for fun

Gooseworx has said this series is mostly focused on characters rather than lore, and from what we know, i truly believe it. I don’t think any of the current characters will abstract because of this.

(I put a version of this in the glitch inn discord theory thing so if you recognize it that’s why)

Pomni: we already know her deal pretty well, as we’ve already had her episode. uuuh if anyone’s going to do something important lore wise it will probably be her as she’s the main character but can’t rlly tell what that may be. to review ep 2 though she’s an outcast who has felt like she was nothing and is a logical thinker.

(Kinger and Zooble will there their focus episode but i put it in order of who was revealed to be the ep 3 focus first)

Zooble: From their design (the entire motif is it can be changed at any time) and the fact she doesn’t know his gender, we’re dealing with some pretty clear identity issues. Friends with Gangle seems cool excited for next episode to learn more about them!

Kinger: One of the most interesting characters so far. I feel like we will get to learn more about abstraction though Queenie, the X-ed out door that looks like a female version of him. If i had to guess, since Gooseworx said they were not siblings, they were a couple. (Also judging by his age and the fact he could have been married, he may have been a father yeowch imagine that) I can see the common theory of the insect collection implying he was a coder before getting trapped, but i could also see him being some random guy who just likes bugs lol. He seems like really sweet guy behind his constant anxiety and disassociating.

 Gangle: (My faveorite human rn) Her mask design can be interpreted in a lot of ways but it’s clear that the happy mask isn’t her real personality. My take on it rn is she doesn’t wana bother people with her stuff so she pretends she’s happy? She seems easily embarrassed and def has self esteem lower than the last circle of hell. What’s interesting though is she’s willing to stand up for herself from time to time, even though she’s easily shot down after.

Ragatha: Waaaay too nice for her own good. Also probably has self esteem lower than the last circle of hell and bases her self worth of others approval.  Though she’s been here the second longest, she seems a lot more normal than Kinger. Makes me question how long apart their introductions have been. Probably copes via escapism.

Jax: I can see why everyone is very interested in him cause me too. He seems like the only fourth wall breaky guy (unless you count Caine cause of his intro at the pilot)which is rlly interesting how did he figure out more than everyone else? what’s with the keys? i have no clue lmao. He’s an asshole who makes the best of his situation by torturing everyone else. At the end of the day though, he’s a human and was sad at kaufmo’s abstraction but he probably isolates himself so it would probably be the same for anyone

but waAitTt a moment

that’s 6 humans but Gooseworx said we would look into 7 (cause of the “other” part) in her twitter post talking about the character focus timeline so we know our fav character won’t be left behind ⁉️⁉️⁉️ I hear you not asking well my dear hypothetical person, who better to fill the 7th character than Caine?

Why you did not ask? Too bad i’m info dumping. First, he’s the main antagonist and alongside Pomni, the commercial face (or lack their of haha teeth and eye joke) of the series. he’s an important character and loved by many. (and hated equally if not more aside the point lmaooo)

Yes, gooseworx can lie about stuff but I think she’s smarter than to lead this heavy into Caine depth/ angst territory if there wasn’t going to be anything On top of that, the entire purpose of the timeline post was so we know our faveorite characters weren’t getting treated poorly. It’s unlike for a character based show to suddenly drop such a major character for some random other guy were introduced to later or smth. i mean cmon there’s three episodes after all the humans at least one of them has to be focused on my boy.

Caine: I believe he really does have good intentions and wants to help but just does not understand people at all. This means he’s like an anxiety disorder; it wants to help, solves some issues but creates 500 more. Judging by the Tumblr post, loneliness may play a big part in what’s to come? I’ve always had a feeling his front was extremely fake and his VA saying “breaks keyfable” (an act that pretends it’s true) supports that theory. Episode two gives some insecurity vibes when Zooble didn’t want to go on the adventure. I find that pretty interesting cause he didn’t care at all if people went on the gloink adventure or not. Maybe he puts some adventures over others and he could have been proud of the candy adventure cause more time and care was put into it and he made a new AI. Why did he blue screen? i feel like he could have some blockages on what he can say built in though im not sure why he was blocked then if he even was. one of the biggest questions i have ab him currently tbh. what’s with him grabbing his cane like that in ep 2? if i had to guess simply be nervous = that? His VA also knows some depth to him even though his focus episode is likely going to be at least one of the last 3 episodes, which they have not gotten to recording yet. You know what this means Caine angst solidarity club? Sad Caine so more fan angst appetizers before the main cannon feast let’s friccin go‼️‼️⁉️⁉️

(try to guess my fav impossible /j)

[philosophiums]

hi sam ok now i would love to know if you have any jji hot takes 👀

KJSDBVDKJFBV trying to get me #canceled i see i see /jkjk

i kind of only have one really Hot Take i guess (i have an uncountable amount of opinions but those have been said before by myself or others, or are just... yknow. vibes and feelings and preferences), and it's that:

gege is a character writer, specifically with an emphasis on character relationships (mirrors, foils, family, [perceived] romance, etc.), but he is not particularly skilled at plot (and specifically seems to struggle with balancing story within the plot), and i think a lot of the current animosity towards jjk would not exist if he had really buckled down on and maintained the level of character-centered storylines that we got at the beginning.

i will elaborate under the cut bc i don't think everyone needs or wants to read my thought processes KJSDBVJKDBV

jjk, in my opinion, has a very clean dividing line that is Everything In The Beginning and then Everything Post-Shibuya. up to the end of the shibuya incident, the story is character-driven (though a bit fast-paced, it still manages) and has a very clear and defined goal (not for the characters, though they also have their own motivations, but for the plot): get yuuji to eat all of the sukuna fingers, and then execute him. obviously a story has to story, so there are antagonists getting in the way, and there are underlying themes and actions that make that goal more heartbreaking, but it is laid in stone right away that there is no happy ending here (yuuji will die) and the best we should hope for is happy memories along the way, while the best we can hope for is the characters figuring out a way to get around this doomed reality. we had a great main cast and a through-line for the plot and, most importantly, circling themes of character/relationship mirrors, cycles in general, and the connecting thread between power and a severing or loss of humanity (which all created a story).

there's a reason so many readers are unhappy with the culling game arc and the sukuna fight, and i think that reason is the really hard pull away from characters being able to drive the story (it's a little bit about pacing too, i think, because the culling games were long and boring, and the sukuna fight has equally been long and predictable). i truly think the worst mechanical decision gege made for jjk was separating the main cast during the culling game arc. it created a "need" to introduce a million new (pointless) characters, and all it did was underline and emphasize that character (as a writing tool) doesn't actually matter to the story anymore.

like objectively it's not... bad. there is (probably) a plot that he's following, and he (probably) has an end-goal in mind and a conclusion that he is gunning towards. he is maintaining continuity and wrapping up loose threads that were mentioned in previous chapters. things are linked. but like.... it's just so, so hard to care about what's happening in the plot right now because A) so much tragedy based around characters we don't know has only made me exceptionally numb to everything gege decides to do now, and B) we the audience have been seated next to the narrator instead of next to yuuji or gojo or yuuta or whoever. it's soooo drawn back, it's so far away from character. and i think that was just.... a really bad decision.

anyway, i think, all else equal, jjk would be on better footing right now if gege had decided to maintain the writing from Pre-Shibuya and stick to a character-driven plot. at least all of the carnage would mean something, then 🤷

[crowdsourced-webcomic-reviews]

Cargo

Cargo by Chloe Cunningham sure is a comic.

Without ever being in Florida, this comic has quintessentially shown me the spirit of the place. Cargo tells a story of a ragtag smuggler crew in a post-apocalyptic world. Saying this ignores like 70% of what the comic is actually like. It’s dadaistic, it’s down-to earth, it has like 4 apocalypses in one, yet none of them matter much. There are supposedly zombies in it, I’ve never seen any. It reads like a political satire towards current capitalistic and facist systems, but I don’t think it aims to be just that. It’s a clown city. Cargo hides its heart under absurdism so strongly, I feel like any way of explaining what it is breaks the smokescreen. Yet I must…

Cargo is about Matt, the most moist man on earth, a delightful mix of zero self confidence with strong sense of righteous judgement, realising his life dream of being a pirate. Helping him is SJ, a cold-loving, cigar burning ex-journalist with a hooded past; her maybe-blackmailed nihilist friend, and one of the rare voices of reason, Ginger; hired thug and a Milf of All Times, Ekat; local cat lover and a boy, Richard Parker (not his real name) and, hold on I’m gonna close this sentence. I’m honestly listing all main characters like this, because they are a delightful crew and the pull of the story. You must understand.

Last member of the cast is Stanley, Matt’s cousin, zombie brainworm survivor, and a sudoku legend, among many other things. All the characters are bastards and I would not stand to be in the same room with them for 5 minutes, but together they balance out a delightful sitcom of failed dreams, perseverance, and somehow fumbling over the finish line all teeth intact. It is not found family, but it’s found acquaintances. It’s a road trip with people who barely stand each others. I love it.

What Cargo does exceptionally well is the dialogue. It’s witty and punchy, it keeps the flow through both fun and mellow times. Another thing that Cargo does well is the mystery. As a reader you’re thrown into this story with bare explanations, and at the point where the comic is now, I’m only starting to realise how little I actually do know. Where are the damn zombies? Why are computers sometimes just melting? What does all those little things and secret symbols MEAN? What bizarre out-of-nowhere thing is made illegal next? I would not survive in this world for a day, I’d be thrown into a clown jail and forcibly made into a cop for having socks in my sandals on tuesday (not having socks is illegal on wednesdays and I forgot which day it was). Please read Cargo, this is the only way I can be saved.

WHERE ARE THE ZOMBIES STAN?? I’D LIKE TO SEE THEM…

[spenceragnewfics]

imagine bathroom desperate sex in a barrrrr

I hope this is good and what you were hoping for. Love ya 💕

DATE NIGHT | Spencer Agnew x F!Reader | 18+ MINORS DNI

TW: Unprotected sex, public sex, light choking

Word Count: 1.1k

Description: After weeks of not being able to spend a night together, Spencer makes a plan to take Y/N out for a date night that quickly turns steamy.

Relationships are never easy. They take work and are especially hard at times when both people are busy. That’s been one of the main problems in Y/N and Spencer’s relationship. The two are so busy that the only time they ever get to be a couple is at home, when both of them are exhausted from the day.

That changes tonight. Y/N and Spencer work at Smosh but in two different departments. He’s in gaming while she’s the main producer for the pit channel. With them both working on different channels, it makes it very hard to have some couple time. So, Spencer made sure that they would have a date night tonight. It had been a couple of weeks since they had one with all the projects going on but tonight is the night.

He told her today at lunch. He had Alex take over directing a video so he could go talk to her. Sneaking up behind her in the pit pod, he wraps his arm around her as she sits at her desk with headphones on. He laughs as she lets out a squeal before seeing the arms wrapped around her.

Y/N turns in her chair and smacks his chest as he chuckles, “You’re such an ass sometimes, Spence!” She scolds while taking off her headphones. “Oh, I’m sorry I’m such an ass for wanting to see my girlfriend.” He says sarcastically, her eyes roll. “That’s not why you’re an ass. You scared your sweet, innocent, and vulnerable girlfriend. That’s why you’re an ass.” She gets out of her chair and pulls him into a hug, happy to be back in his arms even if it’s for a moment.

Spencer wraps his arms around her waist and kisses the top of her head. “You’re free tonight, right?” He asks, his eyes locked onto her’s. “Kinda…I have some editing to do but honestly if I need to I can do it tomorrow, why?” Her eyes are curious, so focused on work and other things she doesn’t pick up the subtleness of his question.

“I was thinking we could have a date night. The two of us going to get some food then maybe get drinks at a bar and finish the night at my place.” He suggests, biting his lip at the thought of a night with just them together. “That sounds amazing, babe. I would love to do that.” 

And that’s exactly what they did. The two went out to a nice restaurant for dinner before heading to a small but popular bar for some drinks. The two are currently sitting at the bar, drinking and chatting while watching people. “I honestly think some people come to bars to just escape. It’s really interesting.” Y/N says as she plays with her straw.

“I don’t know if it’s to escape or to be somewhere they don’t feel judged.” Spencer pipes in, finishing off his drink. “Wanna dance?” She asks, holding out her hand. “You know I’m not the dancing type.” He chuckles but takes her hand anyway, he can’t deny her.

The two walk to the dance floor and enjoy the music. Everything starts off innocently until a Chase Atlantic song starts to play. Spencer smirks as Y/N starts to dance more suggestively. The couple dances closer together as the song continues.

Normally stuff like this doesn’t get Spencer too worked up but it’s been a few weeks since he and Y/N did anything together. He can feel himself getting harder by the second as Y/N’s ass grinds against his dick.

Looking around, he spots a bathroom before grabbing her hand and walking towards the bathroom. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” She asks worried, confused as to why he’s pulling them away from the crowd all of a sudden.

“Just wait.” He says before pushing open the bathroom door. He checks the stalls to see it’s empty. Pulling her into the bathroom, he locks the door before pulling her in by her neck to kiss him.

The kiss is desperate and needy, filling something the two have been needing for a couple weeks. The music is booming from the bar outside as Spencer kisses down her neck, sliding his hand up her skirt. He rubs her through her underwear, earning a moan from Y/N as he touches a spot that’s been neglected for a while.

“Spence, please, just fuck me already!” She whines, not wanting to waste any time. Who is he to deny her the pleasure she deserves? “Are you absolutely sure? I can-” She cuts him off by kissing him. A moment later she pulls back, “Do it, please.”

He doesn’t waste another second, pulling down her underwear and taking off his pants. Pushing her skirt up, he spits in hand before stroking himself a bit. Without another passing moment, he slides inside her.

“Fuck, Spencer!” Y/N practically yells when he slides in. “You feel so good, holy shit.” He groans, his hips moving desperately in and out of her. The sound of skin slapping is almost as loud as the music but thankfully still a bit quieter. Spencer keeps a brutal pace, desperate to feel his girl around him 

Sex is usually slow and sensual between them but tonight it’s desperate and needy. Weeks of stress and not being able to relieve it has finally hit its peak.

Y/N grips Spencer’s hair as he continues his fast pace. Her hands are tangled in his hair as the fuzzy feeling in her brain starts to come. Something she’s only felt with Spencer, something she loves to feel everytime.

“Shit, how am I so close already?” Spencer groans, his thrusts starting to get sloppy. He hasn’t gotten this close so fast since he was in high school. “Please, don’t stop.” She begs as she feels herself get closer to her climax.

Only a few thrusts later both of them cum, looking into each other’s eyes as they breath heavily. Spencer closes the distance between them, kissing her sweetly before resting his forehead on her’s.

“Shit, I forgot a condom.” He says as he slowly pulls out. “It’s okay, I’m on the pill, remember?” She reminds him and he nods. “Yeah, sorry, still coming down.” She laughs before kissing his cheek.

“I think we should head home before someone tries to get in here and we get kicked out.” Y/N says as she puts her underwear on. “Yeah, let’s go home and get some rest.” Spencer and Y/N interlock hands and walk out of the bathroom, hoping no one sees them walking out together as they head for the door.