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Buster & Rio Pt.3

Rio: [steadying yourself by putting your hands behind you and holding onto his thighs ‘oh my god, how many people do you think have seen you fuck me already?’ ‘cos y’all must be in double digits easily]

Buster: [being loud about that despite the task at hand limiting how loud he can actually be because so about the fact they’ve gotten away with so much tonight, we’ve been too kind to y’all tbh]

Rio: [soz everyone else is also on a mad one, it will not be this easy like, any other day lmao unless you’re going to the right kind of places ‘your tongue is-’]

Buster: [mhmm, we picked the date for a reason and it wasn’t just that he was guaranteed to be in Dublin, and we’re letting you be this feral for the same reason, it’ll all go downhill from here in terms of how much you can get away with, lads, REALLY using his tongue like yes I know and also feel free to finish that sentence any time haha]

Rio: [‘do you want me to cum on your face?’ almost threateningly like because I will if you keep this up lol]

Buster: [he do so he will, yet again moaning about it as if his actions weren’t already blatant enough]

Rio: [this confirmation ending you because how could it not ‘take it’]

Buster: [this boy just casually too turned on to function by all of that, so soz he won’t be giving her hardly any time to recover before y’all are going at it on this floor, yet again with not a care in the world for the fact anyone could walk in and see you both in whatever wild position he has picked for deep penetration as if he didn’t just kill her hard enough a sec ago]

Rio: [never too dead to be enthusiastic about this because literally cannot get enough ‘you’re so ready’ like I see and LOVE how turned on you are sir]

Buster: [‘everything you do is a turn on’ because it is, he’s so about this gal]

Rio: [‘it has to be, I need this’ very deliberately fucking you as we say this to illustrate what we mean as if you’re unaware]

Buster: [‘I need you’ and then saying her name so much as if he could possibly mean anyone else, soz just can’t and won’t stop cos he’s feeling so !!!]

Rio: [kissing him however hard the position may or may not make that but still letting him say your name so they’re intense but quick kisses ‘you have me, no one else deserves me like you’]

Buster: [I’m sure he went for a position that allows you to kiss as deeply because you love kissing each other so doing that after she’s said that because simply must]

Rio: [wrapping your tongue around his so you can pull his further into your mouth and then suck on it ‘if you had kissed me like this then-’ obvs referring to the infamous truth or dare]

Buster: [that tongue move REALLY getting to him, so he has to bite hers, not hard but so she knows as if it wasn’t obvious ‘I wasn’t ready then’ because she’s already commented on how ready he was for this, and we’re reminding her as if that wasn’t yet again obvious, with how extra he’s moving rn]

Rio: [the most extra noises that make the ‘you are now’ unnecessary but we still have to soz]

Buster: [‘for anything’ it really doesn’t need to be spelled out at this point that he’d do the most feral things for and with this girl but he is, if only for how it sounds when he says it and all the emphasis that’s being put on anything because he really has no limits here]

Rio: [switching up the position to another within our ability here and now like okay, anything, yeah]

Buster: [1000% doing the most without missing a beat whatever the new position is because he’s that bitch and yes]

Rio: [hearteyes baby, doing this to the point it’s lowkey a game ‘cos never know what we’re switching to or when]

Buster: [you’ve gotta join in, boy, I insist, at least until you find one that you really wanna stick with and then you can just pin her into it if needs be]

Rio: [you clearly both fuck with it and we’re making that known but when are we not encouraging you to pin us]

Buster: [being like ‘fuck, baby, this-’ as if it wasn’t beyond obvious why you’ve decided to stick with this position for a sec, she simply must KNOW]

Rio: [‘you’re so deep in me, it’s like-’ not being able to say whatever you were going to because how this is feeling has you wilding ‘please don’t stop’]

Buster: [likewise wilding, how could you not, it clearly also feels bomb to you + her reaction is everything as per ‘we’ve got all night’ like remember, as if either of you are gonna be able to sustain doing this for that long when you’re dying this hard about it but I love the enthusiasm]

Rio: [‘you’re gonna be wishing it was longer’ not a promise you even need to make, we all know it’s already true but still]

Buster: [‘You know I idolized you at [whatever age this truth or dare was], already realising you’d grow up to be a goddess’ because he does wish it was and had been longer and what an extra af way to tell her that, never change, sir, just like I told you before I’m rarely wrong and I wasn’t about this]

Rio: [‘No one can do anything about the fact you’re a God too, this is the only outcome that makes any sense for us’ wrapping our arms around your neck so our faces are touching, no space between y’all anywhere]

Buster: [can’t relate but I love y’all and your giant egos, never change, thank you, the eye contact just at an insane level because gotta do the biggest heart eyes about this but stay this close still]

Rio: [‘it feels like I’m in love with you right now’ not technically said it but like come on]

Buster: [his face is obvs all smug like of course you are how could you not be when I’m doing all this to you but his actions are giving away how !!! he also is in this moment and lowkey has been this entire night]

Rio: [‘you need to cum’ with urgency ‘cos you can’t take back what you said, especially in this moment when you’re too !! yourself but we can distract from it with you by being extra]

Buster: [‘do you want me to cum on your face?’ a genuine question unlike hers earlier because she did do it on his so like if you want, we’ll be even then]

Rio: [the noise ‘cos how badly we do want that]

Buster: [‘you need to say please’ manners always lol, even though that noise was everything and the way he just said that gives away how good it was]

Rio: [‘daddy, please’ pouting about it like you gotta hurry]

Buster: [holding her face looking so seriously at that pout like no no, as if that simply won’t do at all]

Rio: [‘don’t be mean’ just pouting even harder about it]

Buster: [‘Don’t pout at me when I’m about to give you exactly what you want’ like I know you can behave better than this]

Rio: [‘how else will you know where to aim?’ but stopping the pout like okay]

Buster: [‘you’re doubting my aim now too?’ as he strokes her entire face like wow rude]

Rio: [‘I just really want it’ like I’m sorry BUT]

Buster: [‘then say please like you want it’ just making her beg here not at all casually]

Rio: [‘Please, I’ll give you anything you want, everything just please give me your cum’ of course we will]

Buster: [stop lowkey torturing her now and do that]

Rio: [again, just on someone else’s floor making an absolute mess]

Buster: [the audacity, also thank god you aren’t going back to the pub because y’all might not doubt his aim but I do sir when you’re this !!!]

Rio: [of course we’re not making any effort to do anything but be here so you can look at us, never mind anyone else could]

Buster: [and he’s enjoying looking at her too much to do anything about it as far as even offering to clean her up, soz not soz]

Rio: [‘do I look pretty?’ a question you know the answer to but we must]

Buster: [‘stunning’ because it’s true and we’re gonna say it]

Rio: [‘so show me’ like I can’t see]

Buster: [a casual photoshoot occurring as if she isn’t your cousin and this isn’t a random kitchen ‘I could fall in love with you too’ as he’s doing this as if that’s also a remotely casual thing to say]

Rio: [thank god no one is going through your phone hun because we are making this worth keeping ‘you can look when you miss me’]

Buster: [a sigh ‘I’ll have to wait until I’m off the flight’ like so sad I can’t look at these in front of the fam, no shame in exposing that he’ll miss her immediately because no shame ever, pouting himself as he hands his phone over for her to look, like, see, how good they are]

Rio: [‘the bathrooms are small’ looking up at you like yeah, you’re too large for that to be a comfortable experience because airplane loos give me claustrophobia and I’ve never been on a flight long enough to go thank god; but we’re just smiling at how we look as we go through these photos ‘offer to tag and give you credit but’ a look like whoops as if this incest is just so bants]

Buster: [a look like yeah you’re so right my life is SO hard, but really he’s just watching her face as she goes through the pics because love to see it and telling her to put them on her other account]

Rio: [‘you don’t fly first class here, do you?’ like lowkey what a waste but if you got the money lmao ‘I look…’ trying to think of the word to describe it]

Buster: [‘I fly first class everywhere, but my parents are still kidding themselves it isn’t too late to teach Nancy some life lessons’ oh baze god bless you, you try, soz your children are dickheads and she is particular is a giant flop, if it was up to him he would fly first class exclusively and does but fam trips are fam trips soz hun]

Rio: [shaking our head ‘cos really is too late, soz guys]

Buster: [‘More importantly, you look exceptional, it’s on par with how you’ve behaved’ just like yep you look and are doing amazing sweetie]

Rio: [crawl over to him so you can sit at his feet ‘it’s easy, I wanna behave how you like me to’]

Buster: [smile at her like a proud dad lol]

Rio: [‘you turn me on when you look at me like that’]

Buster: [reaching out and touching that thigh lovebite he gave her before, as if it’s just idly and he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing rn and always ‘I know’]

Rio: [doing a little yelp like it hurt/we’re that overwhelmed]

Buster: [obviously kissing it better as if that hurt so much we simply must]

Rio: [‘you kill me’ so sincerely because we mean it and it’s not a brush off]

Buster: [‘I should be more careful with you’ as if he was so rough and so mean and she didn’t love it]

Rio: [crossing our legs like absolutely not lmao ‘you know I can handle it’ full 😠 for the bratty vibe]

Buster: [uncrossing them and simultaneously pulling her across this floor to him like oh okay then, just the hottest move nbd]

Rio: [‘have you been holding back?’ as if you remotely think that from how feral y’all have been]

Buster: [‘Is that what you think?’ because y’all have been that feral, like she’s disappointed]

Rio: [‘I don’t want you to be’ like we read your mind on that last part you didn’t actually say]

Buster: [‘I wouldn’t tolerate being’ because he is that rude if he wasn’t here for this he’d have left ages ago]

Rio: [‘good, we already talked about playing fair’]

Buster: [just sitting her on his knee and re-dressing her in his jumper again, as if she’s a bub, again nbd]

Rio: [just watching him with so much love, casually ‘you’re not cold, are you?’ as if either of you could be with your antics but it’s an excuse to hug you like here you go]

Buster: [will hug you back and breathe you in and actually sniff her neck as he kisses it for the probably 100th time tonight because I’m sure she’s wearing perfume too and I’m sure it’s nice]

Rio: [‘why are you so perfect?’ with a sigh but it’s a happy sigh even if we intended otherwise for dramatic effect, it’s unavoidable]

Buster: [‘Why would I allow myself to be any less, especially here with you’ no notes]

Rio: [‘I’ll believe it’s possible, to back-up your hardwork but-’ we can’t imagine you’re capable of any less boy]

Buster: [looking around like well these surroundings are hardly perfect, but we know he’s just being a perfectionist and saying he could do better because he’s that bitch, y’all have been living your best lives in this random kitchen lbr ‘I can always do better’ in her ear, just because, like you better believe that]

Rio: [leaning further back into his body in his lap because we do and we’re so about it ‘are you going to live in your Dublin house when you go to Uni?’]

Buster: [I’m not gonna commit you because we’ll have to decide where we want you to live actually but talk about all the plans you’ve already started making for uni even though it’s months away because you’re that bitch 1000%]

Rio: [just listen to him and be playing with one of his hands absentmindedly ‘you’re gonna love it’ ‘cos we know that]

Buster: [‘America failed to live up to a single one of my expectations’ love that you’re shading the country as a whole after being disappointed by a few places, haha]

Rio: [‘it’d be pretty cliche’ with a shrug, writing off the American Uni experience you almost had there casually]

Buster: [his own shrug because yeah agreed]

Rio: [‘are you still disappointed?’ ‘cos would be shit]

Buster: [‘I’d be more disappointed in myself if I went ahead when I’m well aware the negatives outweigh the positives’ like that’d be too stupid and I could never]

Rio: [nod because that makes sense ‘I’ll tell you what’s what, so you don’t give yourself away as a total Trinity student’]

Buster: [a look like excuse you ‘You’re making me sound helpless and hopeless’ but he’s amused not annoyed]

Rio: [‘I’m just saying’ with a lol like sorry but]

Buster: [‘What?’ playfully annoying her like he’s so offended here, tickling her/poking her etc, you know the vibes]

Rio: [‘you did get lost coming here’ through your proper lols]

Buster: [‘No I didn’t, because I was capable of asking for directions before getting lost’ technically true, still being playfully annoying]

Rio: [making the agree to disagree noise like well ‘fine, stick with the Uni tour, boy’ getting up to actually sort yourself vaguely, get another drink etc]

Buster: [pulling her back down before she can finish remotely doing any of that like no no ‘I’m sure it would be fine, yeah, but just fine’ because he hates fine, he only wants epic 24/7 ‘I’d much rather stick with you, babe’]

Rio: [‘I’ll book you in’ like you do legit tours lmao but we’re kissing you again because what we wanted to hear and always going to be about you being as clingy as we are]

Buster: [kissing her back like it’s been a thousand years as always, getting up mid makeout without stopping it just to throw her around this kitchen a little bit and up against something]

Rio: [moaning against the skin of his neck, saying his name and letting our teeth graze the same skin ‘you know I’ll be waiting’ like you took offense to being pencilled in]

Buster: [‘I have no interest in denying you anything’ too true, and said like it’s totally possible they can just keep doing exactly what they want whenever, as if to prove his point and because he did not let her finish getting a drink, pouring something he finds into her mouth from whatever bottle he picks up]

Rio: [maintaining an indecent amount of eye contact whilst he does this and whilst we swallow it without wincing however strong said drink is ‘cos pro ‘you wanna give me what I deserve’ smiling]

Buster: [nodding because he do, deliberately spilling the next drink pour purely so he can clean it up, we see you sir, you know it’s deliberate because he’s not letting it go far enough to fuck that jumper up]

Rio: [priorities lmao, we love to see it, just letting you drink this alcohol only via us rn for the mood of it all]

Buster: [as if it hasn’t been chucked on numerous potentially gross floors, but that was necessary, there’s no need for wanton destruction lol]

Rio: [‘let me take a photo of you’ like we’ve just remembered we don’t have one and that is unacceptable]

Buster: [‘take a video of me’ cos always gotta make it more extra]

Rio: [😳😻 pointing our camera at you because the anticipation, sis]

Buster: [me like hmmm what can you do that’s hot that you haven’t already done, painted myself into that corner, didn’t I]

Rio: [‘hi’ because we’ve gone shy ourselves looking how handsome you are via our phone]

Buster: [gonna just have to say you slay the game and leave it at that because I’m having a mindblank here but he would never]

Rio: [we know it’s everything and we’re shamelessly rewatching like it didn’t just happen live in front of us]

Buster: [that’s my bad guys, don’t let it stop you being feral, as if anything could, obviously gonna watch it too like he didn’t just do it because nobody loves themselves more than this boy does]

Rio: [‘have you done it before?’ meaning sex tape vibes]

Buster: [‘you’d have seen it’ meaning you can’t and he doesn’t trust the girls around him not to show it everywhere]

Rio: [rolling our eyes like ffs people ‘cos lads are as bad]

Buster: [‘but we can’ repeating what he said earlier so she knows it’s not just horny nonsense]

Rio: [‘you really want to’ like we’re fully taking that onboard this time ‘there’s loads of ways to not show your face, I have to show mine but you wouldn’t’]

Buster: [‘you know what you’re doing’ because she said it before and we wholeheartedly agree]

Rio: [‘gutted for them but’ just stroking your face like soz you must be deprived, world]

Buster: [‘it’s not as if nobody’s become a lawyer after releasing a sex tape though’ for the bants because shoutout to Kim]

Rio: [😏 ‘cos lol ‘we are also related, remember’]

Buster: [a look like oh really as if he’s forgotten, again for the absolute bants]

Rio: [nudging him like excuse me ‘not that hard to believe, thank you’]

Buster: [‘isn’t it?’ full shade to his sister being a massive cunt though, not to you gal]

Rio: [‘you wish’ like you can’t deny these roots, no matter your accent and postcode]

Buster: [‘I don’t, actually’ because not trying to deny our roots, would never disrespect our fave grandfather like that]

Rio: [nudging him again but softer ‘cos we know and we’re just playing]

Buster: [spinning her around again like she keeps nudging him cos she wants to dance again]

Rio: [have a little kitchen bop]

Buster: [I love that for you, especially because it can just be an adorable slow dance vibe, or at least start out that way, we know what you’re like]

Rio: [there’s probably also minimal music by now esp. In the kitchen you’ve just taken over lowkey so very cute]

Buster: [it’s giving the cosy vibe of music from another room, and is so romantic, I also doubt she’s put her shoes back on yet so that’s adding to how cute it is]

Rio: [gonna be slightly mean as we’ve been so nice thus far and say someone comes in and spots her like oh hey girl because you do know whoever’s house this is, even if it’s more work friends/aquaintances vibe than a good friend]

Buster: [Winnie approves because he’s nasty he’s evil and I approve because it’s realistic, you clearly got invited to/saw someone you know post about this party, gal, so, you’re welcome they’re coming in now and not earlier]

Rio: [being so momentarily shook you almost jump out his arms ‘cos if it was the pub you would have to but luckily not so do recover as smoothly as you can there and introduce him but give him the out like oh we’re just going to bitch about work so he doesn’t have to stay]

Buster: [it would look weird if you stayed so flirt with whoever this random work friend is a little bit the way you do when you’re introduced so that the vibe doesn’t feel off and then probably wander off]

Rio: [when this lady clearly took you at your word and is now bitching and you’re lowkey stuck lmao, whoops]

Buster: [We’ve all been there, when someone won’t shut up and you just wanna go]

Buster: What number do you want me to count to before I call you and get you out of this?

Rio: She’s 26 and has worked there for 4 years so she wants to act like my ma 😬

Buster: 120 at the most then

Rio: a minute for every year of her age would be pushing it

Rio: at least she likes me

Buster: and she really likes me

Rio: Hmm

Buster: Oh come on, I was charming despite the interruption

Rio: You’re always charming

Buster: yeah, I am

Rio: some girls don’t like charming, babe

Buster: Some girls tell themselves they’re immune to it, but they aren’t

Rio: you’re cute

Buster: You miss me more because she isn’t cute or interesting

Rio: she’s not my type, don’t worry

Buster: nobody worries me like that, I don’t have to compete for affection

Rio: I’m sure

Buster: and if she was an actual threat I wouldn’t have left you alone with her

Rio: She’s the furthest thing from a threat, to me either

Buster: Exactly, so I’ll continue to be nothing but civil, even though she’s wasting your time and mine with you

Rio: I can’t be rude either

Buster: which includes not being able to ignore my fake SOS, thankfully

Rio: I won’t ignore it

Buster: All you have to do is say when, angel

Buster: as soon as you’re tired of being good

Rio: alright, I might miss you a bit

Buster: Fine, I’ll leave you to talk to her until you miss me a lot

Rio: hey

Buster: admit it and I’ll save you

Rio: it’s her fellas party, I’ll give her another minute, considering we just fucked over their entire kitchen

Buster: Well maybe, but that you at least have a degree of plausible deniability about

Rio: do I?

Rio: could still be cum on my face for all I know, she could be that polite herself

Buster: I’m not so rude as to walk away if you were in a position like that

Rio: tah, would be your fault otherwise

Buster: I can’t be faulted for giving you what you wanted

Rio: you wanted it too

Buster: meaning it wasn’t a mistake and I won’t be accepting any criticism

Rio: of course it wasn’t a mistake

Rio: you’ve got pretty good aim, actually

Buster: I told you not to doubt it

Rio: My face has gone red now, she thinks I’m beyond pissed 🥴

Buster: Good, there’s every chance it’ll shut her up

Buster: but if not, you have the ready made excuse of desperately needing to run to the bathroom

Rio: Literally getting me water

Rio: where are you actually though, if I go running upstairs

Buster: [tell her wherever you are]

Rio: Alright, I’ll finish my water and go get some fresh air, that’s a better excuse

Buster: Unless she decides to follow you out

Rio: where the fucks her man when you need him

Buster: Show me who he is and I’ll find him, direct him right to her

Rio: [send him this man’s socials and clearly he’s the opposite of your clean cut self hence we were saying she doesn’t do charming lol]

Rio: if you see him with another girl, I’ll tell her that tomorrow

Buster: [Go find him and tell him whatever will work to get him to go find his gf because you are that bitch being able to read people so it will work and this man will appear, thus freeing up poor Rio to leave]

Rio: [get yourself outside and away from the eager gal like oh lord]

Buster: [blatantly was looking for when she’d show up knowing it would only be a matter of time so go to her from wherever you were lurking]

Rio: [look up at him ‘thanks’ ‘cos managed to do that speedily]

Buster: [‘it was too easy’ because it clearly was, obviously helped by all the peeps who aren’t still standing at this party]

Rio: [raising a brow like oh I’m sorry ‘good to know he’s not cheating’ like clearly you didn’t stumble onto anything dubious lol]

Buster: [a shrug because you blatantly would’ve preferred that scandal over how boring it was]

Rio: [tapping him like excuse me 😏 ‘I have to work with ‘em, not you’]

Buster: [doing his own eyebrow raise and smirk like yeah and that’d make it way more interesting, obvs]

Rio: [rolling our eyes in amusement like oh you messy boy]

Buster: [fixing her hair for her, just cos, looking down at her like how dare you be so cute making that face]

Rio: [‘A lot’ quietly but it’s probably just y’all chilling wherever you are currently so still audible as an amendment]

Buster: [kissing her because we all know that’s what he wanted to hear and he didn’t even need to ask her to amend it]

Rio: [wrapping ourself around him because feeling beyond lovey dovey and was rude to interrupt your little slowdance but had to]

Buster: [such a happy sound about it ‘I love how our bodies fit together’ because he do]

Rio: [a noise in agreement that’s equally as happy ‘yours covers mine’ like I feel so small and safe]

Buster: [soz but he has to lie on top of her and literally cover her rn immediately even if that’s on the grass or gravel outside this gaff]

Rio: [‘you’re such a nerd’ but we’re breathing so fast]

Buster: [‘Are we [the age of the dare kiss] again?’ because that felt like such a childish insult, so amused, but holding her so close and so tight rn too]

Rio: [‘could be’ closing his eyes for him like alright, might need a bit of help to pretend]

Buster: [keeping his eyes closed like hmm okay, you know he’s the smirking emoji other than that though]

Rio: [‘yeah, you were’ ‘cos you definitely would be as it was a dare from your sister, putting our lips on yours but so gently it’s barely any pressure]

Buster: [obviously kissing her back as gently with only slightly more pressure coming from him]

Rio: [holding back is always going to kill, especially when you’ve been so feral]

Buster: [mhmm, which is why you’ve gotta do it, just so torturously ever so slightly doing more each time and trying not to absolutely DIE about it]

Rio: [‘you could’ve-’ and putting his hand on our boobs but on the outside of our clothes like I definitely would’ve let that happen]

Buster: [doing it, which would also kill y’all compared to the absolute feralness that’s been occurring via the pierced nips, hence ‘When did you?’ because you wouldn’t have had them at whatever kid/tween age he last kissed you, I’m sure lol]

Rio: [for real, our reaction is so intense for how little is actually happening by the looks of it ‘my 16th’ ‘cos I’m sure you could convince someone to do it by then so why not lol]

Buster: [I’m not gonna commit you in case we do ever wanna go back in time how we like to do but tell her about your 16th in between kissing her and touching her up because I’m sure she saw socials of it at the time but that was like years ago so]

Rio: [tell him more details about yours, likewise won’t be specific but we get the vibe ‘you could’ve done more then’ like by 16 sis, lowkey moving our hand down your body like hmm]

Buster: [kissing her more dramatically to fit that new vibe and moving his own hand underneath her clothes now like oh do you mean like this?]

Rio: [very lowkey dry humping you with this like mhmm]

Buster: [the GASP like we’re pretending we’re so scandalised about this but actually we’re just really about it, hence joining in with this too]

Rio: [‘don’t call me frigid’ with an amused lil smirk because clearly were not remotely but we’re way too turned on in all the ways you cannot deny rn too]

Buster: [‘you’re way more into being called a slut’ like I would never because we remember earlier when she called herself one and that was iconic behaviour so ‘for me’]

Rio: [doing the tongue suck move ‘cos yes we are ‘worst kept secret, right’ like you know, everyone knows]

Buster: [‘we’ve got plenty of other secrets now’ like it’s okay we can allow it, as he’s doing the most dry humping her here, that goes without saying]

Rio: [‘no one will know I’m actually your whore’ as per so hard to resist the temptation of how easy it is to take this up a notch when it’s just your knickers in the way]

Buster: [‘Everybody here will when I do this’ removing the obstacle like I’ll literally be wearing the evidence of it because you’re wearing nothing ‘and your friend could definitely hear us’ we all know how loud and feral you are but ideally don’t get caught like that lol]

Rio: [moaning his name so loudly at this ‘she won’t mind’ as a sentence that takes forever to get out, obvs]

Buster: [‘she won’t be jealous?’ do you mean because you’re so slay or her bf is such a flop or both, sir, regardless, going for this so much rn, undoing his trousers for the reason of being too turned on to not be able to again but otherwise keeping all the clothes where they are cos very much the point atm]

Rio: [shaking your head ‘happy for me’ ‘cos realistically this lady was there when your boyfriend broke up with you, dunno if she’d be thrilled about this but you know, understand the sentiment ‘I can feel you’]

Buster: [nodding because clearly he got that vibe from her however short of an interaction they had but whatever he was gonna say isn’t coming out because SUCH a moan is because really gotta make sure she can feel EVERYTHING, nothing else matters]

Rio: [our eyes going SO BIG and maintaining ridiculous eye contact like we aren’t dying ‘I’d be jealous’ like if this were not me rn]

Buster: [‘I’d have to fight for you’ like if this were not me I’d have to make sure it was me and steal you away lol]

Rio: [‘I’d let you’ ‘cos you wouldn’t have to fight hard is the tea but we’re 😍 so you have to]

Buster: [giving her the biggest heart eyes back of course, how could he not ‘squirt for me again’ impractical under the circumstances that you would end up looking like you fell fully clothed into a swimming pool lol but I love that you want that to be the energy sir]

Rio: [tugging on his expensive clothes like what if I ruin them, an adorable amount of concern tbh lol]

Buster: [‘I’d let you’ exactly as she said it]

Rio: [go in harder with moving yourself like okay, then I shall]

Buster: [y’all just living your best lives being extra af in public once more, god bless, saying her name so indecently as if she needs the encouragement]

Rio: [‘this has been the best night ever’ so sincerely]

Buster: [‘Easter is gonna be even better’ as a promise because he’s always gotta top it, idk how you will sir but you always have faith that it’s possible so]

Rio: [we’re nodding because believe it and will also do everything we can so that’s true ‘you can stay ages’ in comparison and that’s all that counts rn]

Buster: [‘Can you behave for that long?’ he knows she can but still gotta challenge her to prove it, duh]

Rio: [‘you can be in charge forever’ like even if I couldn’t]

Buster: [‘own you from a different city’]

Rio: [gripping onto him because we have to or we feel like we’re gonna die]

Buster: [‘you wanna be mine wherever the fuck we are, don’t you? Belong to no-one else but me’ the absolute drama, shh]

Rio: [‘that’s all I want, I know you do too, to be able to do whatever with me, whenever you need me’]

Buster: [kissing her like his life depends on it because that’s so true and such a read]

Rio: [‘say I’m yours’ between these kisses because need to hear it]

Buster: [obviously doing it, however long it takes to get the words out]

Rio: [doing your own dramatic kiss so you don’t tell him you love him]

Buster: [‘you would’ve let me do this too, yeah?’ putting just the tip in how boys do when girls don’t wanna hook up and they’re trying to be like let’s just 🥺]

Rio: [the actual GASP as if you fully just slammed your entire self into us ‘cos feeling like it after all this teasing ‘God yes, daddy’]

Buster: [the actual levels of restraint required to not fully do that, give this boy an award because he isn’t]

Rio: [likewise has stopped moving so we don’t accidentally make that happen ‘cos haven’t asked permission for that ‘I only didn’t try ‘cos I knew I’d like it this much’ none of us were ready for that before now]

Buster: [the way he’s breathing rn so !! because not trying to accidentally hardcore start with all that either, moving so deliberately to make sure it’s only out and as far back in because we’ve set a mood and we must stick to it, closing her eyes for her the way she did for him when they first ended up on the cold hard ground, just cos + the gentlest kiss]

Rio: [doing the littlest almost crying like sounds from being that overwhelmed by this softness and the torture of it ‘I don’t need anyone else’ like you didn’t even realise you said that because that out of your own head in this moment]

Buster: [‘of course you don’t’ as a whisper before he fully puts his tongue in her ear for the contrast]

Rio: [put your face in his neck and breathe in so hard you’re gonna be more lightheaded than you already are ‘I would’ve let you do whatever you wanted from [the truth or dare moment]’ as if it’s not blatant but we gotta say it]

Buster: [even though it is blatant it is gonna mean all that restraint is non existent and he will just be fucking her fully in the most slow but intense way ‘this?’ la la la I’m just not thinking about however old y’all were, excuse me]

Rio: [the ‘yes’ basically exploding out of you like you’ve been dying to say it ‘cos yeah lowkey]

Buster: [the loudest moan ever because trying not to cum immediately about it honestly]

Rio: [could not be more mutual ‘I can’t stop thinking about it now-’ like know I shouldn’t but can we care, not currently, soz]

Buster: [‘if I don’t, I’m gonna-’ can’t and also don’t need to finish that sentence, we’re all well aware]

Rio: [‘I’ll squirt for you, just like you asked’ sounding as frantic as we’re moving now]

Buster: [he has yet to say please himself so far but you better believe he’s saying it now]

Rio: [that would do it for you, soz to this household again but not at all honestly, not to mention all these random partygoers ‘cos yet again being obscenely loud about it]

Buster: [me like don’t worry girl they’re outside as if being literally in this girl’s front garden means it’s FINE haha, lowkey there’s probably even more people about coming and going, no pun intended]

Rio: [the neighbours just tryna sleep like … y’all better be finding a new party or a club or somewhere else when you’ve recovered which is not yet remotely]

Buster: [honestly, you probably finish up to discover there’s a really off their face person also just chilling in this garden like a creepy zombie, just scaring the shit out of you, like the vice versa of that Shaun of the Dead scene when they think that zombie in the garden is just a v drunk girl lol]

Rio: [truly lmao and y’all can’t even say shit ‘cos what do you expect frankly if you’re gonna do all this, would have you getting up and going faster though so that’s a plus]

Buster: [a club is a good shout for anonymity though because you’re probably pushing your luck at another party as far as not running into Rio’s actual friends/people she wouldn’t want to see her being this feral with someone who even if they don’t know he’s her cousin they’d be like ?? and ask too many questions later]

Rio: [I’m sure you can find somewhere to get in before closing time, even if it’s a little bit of a walk]

Buster: [she’s hot and he’s rich, it’ll be fine even if it’s late af they’ll still blatantly let you]

Rio: [at least you don’t have to go find that girl and say your goodbyes hun, how awkward lol]

Buster: [just run away lads]

Rio: [bebopping down this street casually, holding his hand ‘in case you get lost’]

Buster: [‘in case you get hurt’ because it’s valid, there’s still clearly lots of people about doing all sorts of wilding so]

Rio: [‘not with you around’ swinging your hands a little]

Buster: [a look like yep exactly, he is protection squad, probably also pushing some peeps out of the way who are being too ridiculous too close to y’all to really make that point]

Rio: [😍 snuggling into your side looking up at you]

Buster: [looking down at her with a lil smile like yep you’re so safe rn cos we know you loves it]

Rio: [doing a happy little dance casually]

Buster: [😍😍😍]

Rio: [laughing at yourself like what am I doing but we’re just pure buzzing soz not soz]

Buster: [loling too as well as smiling bigger because how happy she is is contagious and you clearly feel the same way anyway you’re just more reserved about showing it]

Rio: [‘you could get in anywhere’ like look at that smile]

Buster: [pulling her by the jumper sleeve closer to him like true but I’d also go literally anywhere with you rn including just walking forever through these streets tbh]

Rio: [hard same hence we’re going to keep you out until it’s time for your flight, basically, telling him as much like fyi babe]

Buster: [being the smirking emoji because he likewise had no intention of going home and only ever planned to turn up directly to the airport when he’s gotta go but we’re letting her think it was her great idea, for once, lol which is how you know he’s happy and in love ‘Where are we going?’ eventually after they’ve just been walking for a while and she’s told him this plan]

Rio: [my boo says play mastermind honey, just list clubs for him that y’all could go to, of all the varieties, vanilla, cheap, bouj, strip, gay etc etc because we’d know everywhere to go]

Buster: [this boy blatantly has spent no time out and about in Dublin but picking somewhere that isn’t too cheap and packed that they’d run the same risk they would at another party of running into peeps she knows but that isn’t the kind of boujee that means he might as well be in Chelsea rn]

Rio: [speeding up slightly from the way we’ve truly just been wandering and enjoying it like let’s go then honey ‘if Nance is anywhere she’ll have picked [the boujiest option available]’ like no worries of that run-in]

Buster: [a look like yeah I know and that’s why he didn’t pick it because if he’s been out anywhere it’s probably there with her at some point because the vibe isn’t that they spend a lot of time here and have loads of friends so]

Rio: [‘it’s boring anyway, unless you’re looking for some celebrity’s kid to buy your drink’ ‘cos those sorts of places always are and we’d only go there for such purposes]

Buster: [giving her such an amused look with a raised eyebrow like you’re so shocked and appalled she could’ve ever done such a thing]

Rio: [pushing him like shh ‘could’ve mentioned the whole sugar baby scene’ like that’s worse and also a blatant hunting ground]

Buster: [‘it’s a scene I’m familiar with’ because he’s rich and so are all his friends and their parents and everyone he ever encounters, of course he is ‘the celebrity namedrop you teased me with however, remains an unknown’ like tell me which celebrity kids you were trying to get with thanks]

Rio: [just tell him some of your friends who do it/have done it and their stories because you’ve only toe-dipped so it isn’t like you have any scandalous ones of your own, as for the celebrity kids just tap your nose like ah well]

Buster: [tell her about the dad of someone you went to school with who absolutely embarrassed himself and tore his fam apart by falling for a sugar baby or something like that because I’m sure it’s happened and however long ago it was/distant to your friend group everyone would talk about it because hilariously awkward scandal, and obviously do all the playfight/tickling vibes after to try and get her to tell you about the celeb kids, don’t even wanna know that badly, just like getting her to tell you]

Rio: [‘good thing your mum would kill your dad before letting him embarrass her like that’ like that’ll never happen to your fam on her watch, ‘cos we have a father that is really embarrassing and we don’t like to talk about it honey, hence telling you these celeb kids for your own distraction too]

Buster: [‘The only vaguely embarrassing thing about my dad is how obsessed he is with my mum’ cos tea, baze are so about each other forever and always, he would never cheat under any circumstance, telling her what celebrity kids you’ve met/encountered and how big of a twat they are comparatively because you’d have come across many]

Rio: [‘and what’s wrong with that? Aside from the fact it’s your parents so you’re automatically turned off’ shrugging like that’s how it should be, surely; doing a lol ‘they’re all twats, but you know, insecure ones so you have to feel a bit bad for ‘em’ doing the 🤏 about it]

Buster: [‘Nothing, aside from the fact they’re my parents, it’s aspirational’ because it is, we all know he wants what they have and of course he would, they’re an iconic power couple, a shrug ‘No, I don’t’ because if he doesn’t feel bad for none of y’all, soz not soz]

Rio: [a look like yeah, I was gonna say ‘I wouldn’t settle for less, no matter how much money was in it’ like could never go all in and fully just marry a rich man that didn’t care about us and we didn’t care about him]

Buster: [‘money can be made countless ways, there are always options, less so when it comes to sourcing what else they have for yourself’ because true, love is harder to come by than wealth, especially if you’re as ambitious as these two are]

Rio: [‘cheek’ like he’s saying it’d be hard for her purely, not as a general statement but obviously we agree with what you’re actually saying so making a face like yeah, I know ‘Oh well’ doing a little spin away ‘cos nothing to be done about this dilemma tonight when you’re only 18 ‘you can still fuck me on my wedding day, whenever it happens’]

Buster: [‘before, during or after my objection?’ when you’re just outing yourself as someone who would stop her fictional wedding to someone else]

Rio: [thank god you walked ahead ‘cos you are clearly bright red right now, even if you’re grinning with it and you can hear that in her voice ‘well, during WOULD be the most theatrical but the priest would probably object to that himself, like’]

Buster: [‘because he’s jealous, which would be true of a majority of the guests as well’ soz for shading this fictional priest like this and coming for the lives of every ex or bitter single friend of hers we’re imagining is there and heartbroken also haha]

Rio: [‘what else is a wedding for?’ but we have to LOOK back at you, turning and walking backwards to do so, clearly an empty enough street to do that, even just for this moment]

Buster: [STARING at her obviously]

Rio: [‘I haven’t forgotten what’s important’ ‘cos what he said about blood earlier when y’all were being the most, so casual]

Buster: [‘Good, don’t’ not at all casually]

Rio: [‘I made a promise to you first, nothing has to change that’]

Buster: [‘nothing could’ yet again too secure, this boy, he genuinely believes that he has nothing to ever worry about here cos who can take him, no bitch]

Rio: [turn yourself back around girl like you really didn’t just drop this bombshell]

Buster: [grabbing her wrist/sleeve to spin her back around in the hottest move because always ‘you know that’ because you both do, there’s no stopping this now ever]

Rio: [the !! the stunned silence of holding your breath first because always ‘that’s why I said it’ quiet but the most !! of course ‘nothing and no one will change the fact you can have me whenever you want’]

Buster: [yet again kissing her as if it’s been a thousand years because you will say something really extra if not and no thank you sir]

Rio: [putting your all into this makeout, not at all subtly pressing your hips against his]

Buster: [‘I need to stay inside you all night’ repeating what she said earlier when they were fucking on the street because it’s how he feels, literally can’t get enough of you gal]

Rio: [biting your earlobe at this reminder ‘you belong inside me’ meant to be whispered but it’s more frantic than that when we say it]

Buster: [not this boy taking her underwear off right here right now and putting it in his pocket like you simply won’t be needing to wear it ever again, excuse you, other people exist and can see y’all]

Rio: [having no respect for anyone around you ever because we’re so turned on, purposefully flashing you about it ‘take them home’]

Buster: [giving her a lil smack when he pulls her dress back down like that was such bad behaviour, again, please chill]

Rio: [such a NOISE in reaction, threatening to pull this dress up again like a badly behaved child 😈]

Buster: [a not at all casual staring contest like will she or won’t she lol, biting his lip indecently the entire time]

Rio: [teasing it out by almost doing it so many times but then do, because you can’t not]

Buster: [we all know you wanna hit her harder, boy, because wouldn’t have left a mark the first time and you’re all about that, especially knowing you’re leaving so soon]

Rio: [we know you both want that so go ahead, pushing up to give you the most surface area for that/shamelessly showing you more]

Buster: [pop off, you’re not wrong, clearly nothing and nobody is stopping you at this point]

Rio: [isn’t like you’re smacking her in the face rn, no worse than the rest of your admittedly unhinged antics]

Buster: [and you won’t be fully choking her out either, just pulling on a necklace that she’s bound to be wearing as part of this lewk]

Rio: [we’re clearly v happy, at this point lads you may as well ignore them honestly ‘what do you want me to do?’ like am I apologising, am I going harder, what’s the vibe]

Buster: [‘Are you sorry?’ because we know you’re not remotely and neither is he but let’s pretend it was bad behaviour still]

Rio: [the most unconvincing ‘yes’ on purpose ‘so sorry’]

Buster: [‘No, baby, you’re not, and it’s unacceptable to say things you don’t mean’ such a dad voice happening here obvs]

Rio: [the way you can’t help your body’s reaction to that no matter what you may have intended ‘I’m sorry I’m not sorry’ with a does that work? Tone]

Buster: [shoutout to the thigh lovebite for being where he’s slapping her next, not that hard but very deliberately there because 🥺 dad vibes that you’re not sorry yet]

Rio: [‘I’m sorry I lied to you’ because softness will always kill us and we are dead from that one]

Buster: [‘show me, if you’re telling the truth this time’]

Rio: [very slowly cover yourself back up with your dress like see, but it’s purely so you can turn back around and get on your knees doing your own 🥺]

Buster: [just LOOKING down at her being ruined by that face nbd]

Rio: [as slowly unzipping his trousers without looking away for a second ‘please let me make it up to you’ kissing the imprint of his dick over his boxers]

Buster: [such a dramatic intake of breath about it]

Rio: [licking up and down in the same manner ‘I know I don’t deserve it but…’ looking away finally just so you can LOOK back a second later like you want me to, don’t you?]

Buster: [‘I’m forgiving like that though’ as if you’re doing her such a massive favour here sir and not the other way round]

Rio: [just saying all the thank yous and doing loads of kisses ‘I’m so glad you’re my daddy’ with such a grin like you aren’t then going to shamelessly get these boxers out of your way and give him the most indecent head]

Buster: [The way y’all really are gonna get the shock of your lives when you can’t just be this publicly indecent whenever you see each other is sending me yet again ‘You’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you?’ so serious about this]

Rio: [honestly you are so lucky to have evaded the police thus far ‘cos they’d be everywhere but the fights are more pressing lbr so you’ve managed it somehow lads, leaving him just in our open mouth when he asks this like you tell me, have I? Like you can go in if you want]

Buster: [tbf she’s not a tourist and would hence know the drill and where to avoid so that’s at least somewhat believable, more so anyway than if he was just feralling with someone who didn’t, pulling her necklace again harder than he did before like ! promise please ‘because I can’t stay mad at you’ when you fr can’t because you’re dying here, still giving it big dad energy though ofc]

Rio: [the love is so real and all over our face ‘I promise, I’m going to do nothing but behave for you all night, you deserve a good girl’ proceed to show him what that entails again]

Buster: [grabbing her where he slapped her purely involuntarily because he’s just that highkey about everything she’s doing rn, soz not soz if he’s just adding to those booty bruises]

Rio: [forever silently encouraging when we can’t actually talk because too busy trying to make you even more highkey]

Buster: [really just frantically grabbing her to the point it’s ridiculous and he’s spreading her cheeks apart with it ‘you’re fucking divine, Rio’ no notes, just how many ways can he call her angelic or godlike in one night]

Rio: [all the noise we’re making is going to feel amazing for you boy because both those things have us so turned on]

Buster: [at least you can start touching her too even though there’ll be 0 finesse about it when he’s dying this hard himself, we appreciate the attempt]

Rio: [not even made it to the venue, oh lads, literally cannot leave you alone and that’s so obvious in the way we’re doing this like it’s the first time and we’re gonna do the most because might not happen again, despite the fact it isn’t and it clearly will]

Buster: [I stan that you’re both keeping this energy up when I’ve literally lost count of how many times y’all have hooked up so far and yeah like my boo said haven’t even made it to this clerb ‘I could get obsessed over you’ just admitting that they can be baze, it’s FINE]

Rio: [we all know what that means, just like we know her pulling out every stop is her saying DO IT without actually saying the words]

Buster: [meanwhile I’m just here like PLEASE stop running your mouth this hard on night 1, nobody asked for this, boy, thank god how much she’s doing will have to kill him and thus you can shut the fuck up for a sec hun, other than how LOUD he’s obviously being noise wise]

Rio: [have to make you cum immediately, even if that means moving away from you touching us so we can focus and also make EYE CONTACT too ‘cos we know that will kill you]

Buster: [doing it as dramatically as if it was the first time xoxo]

Rio: [swallow it this time as you were all about the facial in the kitchen]

Buster: [do yourself a favour and find a wall or something to sit on for a sec because you can’t just carry on walking as if that didn’t happen]

Rio: [eventually get up off your knees and come sit beside him like hey]

Buster: [checking her knees when she does sit because you really did just deathdrop onto whatever surface no fucks given sis]

Rio: [you probably have fucked them up a bit hun like whoops]

Buster: [giving some very lowkey TLC as if it’s super casual and not actually a really soft and kind thing to do, we all see you cleaning her up with your spit as well like that’s not a hot thing to do]

Rio: [kicking our legs because trying to do anything but be hearteyes at this boy]

Buster: [holding them still in a hot move as if she’s doing it to be a brat and make this nursing moment harder]

Rio: [‘I don’t know what to do about this’ as a blurt out]

Buster: [just looking at her waiting for her to elaborate]

Rio: [is not, just kissing his cheek like anyway]

Buster: [untangling her necklace for her because noticing he tangled it when he was grabbing it like a heathen and one thing this boy will do is take responsibility for his own actions, big or small]

Rio: [holding his hand there when he’s finished]

Buster: [saying her name, I think for the first time in this entire convo potentially when they aren’t in the middle of a hookup, I could be wrong but no notes]

Rio: [I think you’re right hence the ?]

Buster: [when you clearly just wanted to/didn’t realise you had/are overwhelmed by this entire night so you don’t actually have anything to follow that with]

Rio: [‘yeah’ because hard same boy, resting our head on his shoulder ‘that’s what I was gonna say’]

Buster: [‘Your own name?’ for the bants like okay what a power move]

Rio: [‘how could I not?’ you can hear the eyeroll as we’re kicking/playing footsie with you]

Buster: [absolutely trying to remove her shoe with it which depending what kind of heel it is could be v easy or not but throwback to when he was being a foot pervert earlier and shoutout all the walking these streets they’ve done]

Rio: [‘not here!’ with such scandalised tone as if you’ve not gone so far beyond that out in these streets today heheh]

Buster: [1000% putting her feet up in his lap and giving her an actual legit foot rub but pretending we’re just doing it because she was scandalised and we’re an unrepentant devil]

Rio: [‘you’re so nice, you know that?’ in a happy sigh like you gotta know it boy]

Buster: [‘I know nice isn’t the word’ because true it is such a bland word with so many meanings, not even saying it like I’m actually just a massive dickhead]

Rio: [‘I’ll think of one you like better when I catch my breath’ like give me a sec but we’re smiling]

Buster: [smiling back like okay then as if he’s really gonna hold her to this, but saying ‘don’t’ as in don’t catch your breath because he’s obviously kissing her as soon as the word’s out of his mouth]

Rio: [kissing you so softly again like y’all are so sweet and innocent and not demons ‘kissing you is so-’ about to say nice which then makes you stop and lol like oh no, gonna say it again]

Buster: [‘I aim to please’ because can and will bring back that phrase from so so long ago, of course I shall, smiling like oh you whilst still kissing her]

Rio: [making a noise in agreement ‘understatement, if anything’ getting in his lap, as per, still kissing him]

Buster: [‘I’m not totally incapable of showing restraint’ like haha at least conversationally I can, whilst physically doing the most in terms of this ongoing makeout because simply must]

Rio: [doing a little pout ‘such a shame’ for the bants like no never]

Buster: [touching her in response because she stopped him earlier to focus on her indecent blowjob and antics so]

Rio: [resting your head on his shoulder because you can’t ‘fuck!’]

Buster: [going at this like it’s his first ever attempt because simply must be this extra and enthusiastic at all times, especially tonight]

Rio: [kissing up his neck when you can focus and aren’t just lost in your own pleasure, at least you’re at the perfect spot to make all the noise in his ear]

Buster: [‘I really like you’ because he do, no notes]

Rio: [no pretending that didn’t make you GASP, even when you recover enough to get out ‘I like you too, Buster’]

Buster: [saying it again but adding more reallys as he does more and more to her and she therefore reacts accordingly]

Rio: [pushing back against what he’s doing with as much energy ‘are you teasing me?’ about all he’s saying but still 🥺]

Buster: [‘I wouldn’t do that’ so sincere]

Rio: [kissing his cheek but how you would if you were actually kissing his lips not just a peck vibe]

Buster: [kissing her jaw with the exact same energy]

Rio: [‘I like you the most right now’ pushing yourself up holding onto his shoulders]

Buster: [‘it’s gonna be a permanent thing’ like not just for rn gal, but for always]

Rio: [‘okay’ but !! like I want it]

Buster: [could not be being more !! with everything he’s doing in response, of course]

Rio: [‘I like playing with you again’ so uncasually]

Buster: [‘I’m not playing’ again doing the absolute most like excuse you this is v serious business and very important]

Rio: [‘you’re hot when you’re serious’ trying to be bantsy but you’re literally dying so it ain’t nothing but the truth being blurted out]

Buster: [‘We fucked up not playing truth or dare like this’ because she’s literally incapable of lying to him rn]

Rio: [‘go on’ like I’m not stopping you]

Buster: [‘I already know everything I need to about you now’ because tonight has been illuminating that’s true, I see why you’d feel like that legit]

Rio: [a noise like true ‘what else could be relevant?’ gesturing at the current situation]

Buster: [his own noise like yeah exactly in her ear while he’s just going in on her lobe again nbd]

Rio: [‘you know how needy I am’ gripping his wrists at this ear action to steady ourself even slightly]

Buster: [‘and how to satisfy you’ like gal you’re insatiable like I am but I’ve got you, said in her ear indecently, obvs, putting his tongue in there again]

Rio: [‘I’ve lost track’ haven’t we all, doing a lil squeal at this tongue action]

Buster: [when you’re trying to remember but it’s all such a mad blur because how could it not be]

Rio: [‘maybe tomorrow we’ll remember’ ‘cos you’ll have time to]

Buster: [‘easter we’ll start over’ because that’ll be a brand new count and a whole new set of feral things to do]

Rio: [‘I’m not forgetting’ like he’s asked you to and you are like no thank you]

Buster: [‘there’s no chance of that, babe’ because neither of you will’ yet again pulling out all the stops as if he’s gotta prove she can’t and won’t]

Rio: [‘daddy, can I cum for you?’ because we are perilously close now]

Buster: [‘you asked so politely’ like how could I possibly refuse]

Rio: [go in and let go of the tiny amount of control you were holding onto to stop yourself just fully losing it]

Buster: [this boy loves to see it]

Rio: [be here again, just cuddling into him whilst you recover, eventually ‘I’m gonna owe you new trousers’ because imagine the state lol]

Buster: [the way he’s shrugging that off like they weren’t expensive af, oh to be rich, far more concerned with gently fixing her clothes for her from the disarray they are bound to be in]

Rio: [looking down like oh yeah, are either of us going to get in this club, of course you will but truly ‘am I a mess?’]

Buster: [‘you keep getting more tempting every time I look at you’ true we’re just falling in love here]

Rio: [looking around y’all like we should probably try to get a bit further but then you can’t help but look back at him with hearteyes ‘you’re not real’]

Buster: [looking at every single bruise he’s left on her so far that’s visible with the ootn having been readjusted lovingly ‘yeah I am’]

Rio: [‘yeah’ running your hands down his arms and holding his hands like you’re checking ‘never looked forward to easter so much in my life’]

Buster: [a smile cos hard same, he’d have found it so annoying when Ava was younger and dragged him along, you do look good in pastel colours at least sir, don’t have to sacrifice your aesthetic]

Rio: [my boo says another look to slay]

Buster: [except maybe not because Winnie says we should cockblock as they’ve gotten away with everything tonight and I’ve thought of a way how to, but more about that when it’s relevant hehe, for now ‘Ready?’ a genuine q because if you need more recovery time he’s happy to give you it chilling here but he’s not a boy who wastes time]

Rio: [‘let’s go’ get your shoes back on girl and hit the road]

Buster: [see if you actually get there this time haha]

Rio: [good luck lmao but we’re making more of an attempt anyway]

Buster: [we should probably let you, if there’s any kind of a line of peeps to get into this clerb you’ll have a chance to be extra then to kill the boring wait]

Rio: [there’s always some line, especially nights like this]

Buster: [yeah, normally there wouldn’t be cos y’all have left it later to go but it’d be busy everywhere cos the sheer numbers of tourists and peeps out and about]

Rio: [get in this queue then lads]

Buster: [he’d be the dickhead to jump it a bit but you don’t need to be getting into any fights sir so don’t fully go to the front thank you]

Rio: [that isn’t going to win you any friends lol, get in this line and deal ‘what time is your flight?’ like actually because we have not asked and have only just realised]

Buster: [don’t worry he’ll just do it a lil bit and sneakily so there will be no aggro, obviously tell her what time your flight is, knowing baze it’s probably earlier than you or your messy af sister would wanna leave if it was up to y’all but it’ll work well for your rocking straight up there vibe that I’m sure Nancy will also do]

Rio: [‘may as well be hungover on the plane, I guess’ like all the adults are gonna be so unsurprised your fam isn’t sticking around to feel slightly more human]

Buster: [the smug grin you can do knowing you’re like 18 and don’t get hangovers yet, soz baze, telling her whatever work thing they have to get back for because you’d know that, they’d always keep y’all in the loop and have the fam calendars synced to know what everyone is doing and when]

Rio: [‘unlucky’ ‘cos if you had school you’d skip it and work wouldn’t be until the PM like sucks to suck baze]

Buster: [‘it’s only a real holiday here’ with a shrug like in london life goes on sis]

Rio: [‘when’s your first exam?’ like speaking of work]

Buster: [tell her, I can’t remember when a-levels start I’m old, ooh *appaz a-levels start in like may but end in june whereas leaving cert exams start and finish in june, they must not be as spread out/there aren’t as many, that was just a quick google though so pinch of salt there]

Rio: [compare ‘cos likewise idk the difference but it’s all around the same sort of time, that’s weird though because leavers is more because you have to do all your cores still unlike a-levels, we know Irish schooling is to a higher standards though lol, soz to y’all]

Buster: [apparently for our future ref it’s like june 8 to june 28th for the irish ones but yeah, if we’re saying easter is in april you really won’t have long before yours start, boy]

Rio: [yeah they usually want you to start studying proper in easter hols, not that most do but I remember that energy]

Buster: [he is that perfectionist nerd and totally would, I’ll tell you my easter hol cockblock idea anyway as we’re talking about it, I thought that maybe baze could take the fam away for a holiday somewhere for the full 2 weeks off school because it is before exams so would be a nice way to chill before all that plus it’s lowkey the last fam hol you can guarantee because who knows what Nancy and Buster will be doing when they take Ava on a summer one and if they’d go/be too busy with their own lives and then it’s uni from there for him etc so it just tracks, but obvs he doesn’t know about it yet and it’ll mean no chance for him to come to Dublin]

Rio: [that makes perfect sense, I agree girl]

Buster: [blissfully unaware rn that you realistically aren’t gonna see each other til exams are over because there is no other reason he can just bebop after easter and vice versa]

Rio: [get ready to pine honeys]

Buster: [and absolutely DIE when you do see each other again, I cannot wait]

Rio: [right now be obliviously in this queue looking ‘round vaguely to see if you see anyone you know or nah]

Buster: [imagine, just like oh great, we’ll be kind and say your charmed night continues though since you’re not gonna see each other for months after this, will give him an excuse to pick her up though so she can see better, no other reason, of course not]

Rio: [‘because that’s not noticeable’ with a lol]

Buster: [‘it isn’t my fault you’re eye-catching, whatever you do’ always hitting her with compliments]

Rio: [‘yes it is’ LOOKING at him ‘I wore this for you, remember’]

Buster: [checking her out yet again as if he doesn’t have this outfit memorised by now ‘I haven’t forgotten, you shouldn’t that it’s very little to do with the dress’ cos gal it’s YOU]

Rio: [‘it’s a nice dress’ but we’re 😳]

Buster: [‘nice still isn’t the word’ LOOKING at her like yes we stan the dress ngl]

Rio: [‘you give me a different one then’ word not dress lmao]

Buster: [‘seductive’ no notes]

Rio: [‘okay, that is better’ because into hearing you say it and always the goal]

Buster: [‘but like I said, that’s because of you’ because yes lbr if she wasn’t hot the dress could be 10/10 and would he care, no ‘I probably could’ve called the dress nice’ what a lowkey drag, soz to this dress that doesn’t actually have feelings]

Rio: [shaking our head in the oh you sort of way ‘cos we’re still blushy ‘say you want to see me out of it, like’]

Buster: [‘not here’ the way she said it earlier but also not at all because there’s a possessive vibe to it of I’m not gonna share you with this entire queue of people]

Rio: [‘isn’t that kind of club’ like there are limits but we have to get closer to you about the way you said that ‘when?’ in his ear ‘cos you haven’t actually been naked in front of each other long enough to appreciate it, obviously, she was for a bit in the cellar but that’s about it]

Buster: [‘it’s whatever kind of club we decide it is’ because what they said earlier about making their own rules tonight, but pulling her even closer to him because not trying to share her in there either tbh ‘when we don’t have to leave our hotel for anything’ soz to piss on your easter goals lads]

Rio: [lbr lads would be looking and probably saying things ‘cos never have any decorum but especially not half cut like everyone is by this point, pressing into him so tightly ‘I won’t pack’ like no clothes will be required for the entire stay then]

Buster: [it’s so true, good job he has enough decorum not to fight all of y’all rn because nobody needs that rn, he’s already had one fight ‘I will’ pulling at the jumper like in case there’s anything else you wanna steal cos it looks better on you]

Rio: [‘I might die when I see you naked’ the drama as if you haven’t been banging him all evening but tis how we feel truly]

Buster: [‘I better think of something I can do to revive you’ so saucily like don’t worry gal, I’ve got this if you do]

Rio: [‘you better’ smirk at him ‘because so far all I’ve seen from you is the opposite’ like can you even ‘cos a shameless challenge there]

Buster: [a smirk back like okay challenge accepted, obviously, who is he, and lowkey nothing is a challenge for this boy, he believes he can do anything]

Rio: [pushing his face away gently like ugh you’re the worst but we’re 😻😍]

Buster: [pulling her hair but gently and soft not !! like he has so far in their hookup moments]

Rio: [just gazing up at him ‘it’s been ages since we danced’ it has not but you’re drunk in love]

Buster: [soz not soz to everybody that he will be dancing with her within this queue and if y’all can’t hear the music from outside he will be playing some from his phone like a chav on a bus]

Rio: [when none of your boyfriends have been secure enough to be this carefree and silly low-key and you’re so about it, no one in this queue be a hater]

Buster: [oh to have the absolute unfaltering confidence of a young, hot and rich white boy, if only]

Rio: [just dance your way into this club basically babes ‘what are you drinking?’ Once you’re in the door, obviously has to be in your ear because clubs]

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jisungsmochi · 3 years

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nct dream reaction to you displaying affection infront of the other members

finally back with another reaction! i tried my best to suit each scenario with the member,, i hope you enjoy reading it!

mark:

i don’t think he would mind

but he’d just be surprised

so when you hug him and pepper him with kisses (after not having seen him in weeks) infront of the dreamies

(you didn’t know they were all watching)

mark’s face washed completely pink

“why are you being weird? kiss me back” you whine, still not realising the others were there

until haechan let out a mischievous chuckle

“oh shit” both you and mark muttered

you quickly pulled away from mark, trying your best to ignore what had just occurred

but that wasn’t easy,, haechan was a menace

the rest of the night was filled with light teasing

“markie! come kiss me” haechan would exaggerate pouted lips

you and mark tried to ignore it, simply opting for mark’s arm to be slung around you as you sat next to him

once you were both able to get some alone time

mark was all over you,, literally,, would not get off you

“i’m sorry about before, here is your kiss now!” he would giggle as he lightly pecked your lips

it was nice to have him in your arms again

renjun:

doesn’t seem like the one to initiate affection in general, unless you are both alone

the dreamies invited you over for lunch, in which you kindly accepted

you sat next to renjun at the table, munching on the delicious food they had set out

everything was going great, the atmosphere was up and everyone was having a great time

you noticed that renjun had some sauce (HOT SAUCE) on the side of his mouth

you quickly pulled his face to meet yours, ignoring the looks of the other boys

“ah let me clean you up” you mumbled to yourself, wiping off the sauce with your napkin before leaning in to peck his lips out of habit

it was a normal thing to do between you and renjun

he would have done the same to you

but definitely NOT infront of the members

you immediately widened your eyes after the kiss, wanting nothing more than to crawl under the table and stay there for the rest of the day

“i want to make a joke but i don’t want renjun to kill me” jeno chimed in

renjun glared at all of them, he knew how flustered you were

so he tried to change the subject, calming you down by gently resting his hand on your thigh

he gave it a small squeeze before leaning over to whisper to you “thankyou for keeping our little ritual, babe. i will make it up to you when we’re alone”

jeno:

it wouldn’t be unusual for the members to see jeno pecking your cheeks or having his arm around your waist

but it was unusual when they saw you quite literally attack jeno with cuddles and kisses when you thought no one else was at the dorms

before jeno could even give you a heads up, you engulfed him in a warm hug, kissing his forehead repeatedly

“i love youuuu” *kiss* “more than anything!” *kiss*

jeno was enjoying it way too much to even notice the other members standing to the side

renjun let out a loud cough, signalling the group’s presence

you literally froze in your place, hiding your face in your boyfriend’s chest

“oh hey guys, care to join us?” jeno snickered, knowing it was only making you more embarrassed

renjun and haechan both pretended to vomit

jaemin took a step towards you guys, mark having to stop him

“please just keep the pda to a level 1 when we’re here, we don’t need to know what happens during lovey dovey time” mark sighed as the rest of the boys joined you on the couch

you still had your head hidden in jeno’s chest, not wanting to face them

jeno only chuckled softly, pulling you to his side, stroking your hair as the boys changed the subject completely, now setting up for a competitive game of mario kart

“you’re so cute, i love you” jeno whispered so the other’s couldn’t hear

“i love you too” you muttered, ears heating up

haechan:

he messaged you that he had just returned from schedules, asking you to keep him company for the night as he wound down from his long day

you didn’t think much of it, rushing to his room once you had arrived

you practically jumped into his bed, giving him smooches left, right and centre

he was basking in all the glory of having you with him

but when chenle and jisung walk into the room, ready to ask haechan to play some games with them

they didn’t expect to see you on top of him

you loudly screeched once you heard them knock on the door

hitting your head on haechan’s headboard

the two boys scurried off, probably already telling jaemin and jeno what they had just witnessed

“oh god i can never show my face here again! those two twats are gonna make it seem like we were...gonna do it!” you cry dramatically

“wait so we aren’t gonna do it?” your boyfriend tried his best to light up the mood

earning a loud slap from you to his shoulder

you weren’t the type to initiate affection in general, so haechan couldn’t help but enjoy how flustered you were

eventually you both forgot about it, cuddling as you caught up on eachother’s days

there was another series of knocks at the door, this time jaemin and jeno entering

“uh y/n, we know you miss haechan a lot these days, but can you please lock the door if you’re gonna have se-“

“WE WEREN’T DOING ANYTHING!” you groan in frustration, hiding your face with a pillow

haechan just sat and giggled, way too entertained with the entire situation

he couldn’t have felt more proud

so this is what you get for showing affection...

jaemin:

adores you so much, even more when you initiate affection

but never pressures you to kiss / hug him or anything, he just lets you do it when you please

you were hanging out with the 00 line, deciding to go on a walk to the pier and have ice cream

all was going well, jaemin held your hand tightly as always

the others trailing behind you both, making comments like:

“we get ittttt, you two are the cutest couple ever, dont need to rub it in!”

“atleast they haven’t kissed yet!”

you smirked to yourself, knowing they were only teasing

jaemin pulled you closer to him, telling you to ignore them

you shook your head, an idea coming to mind

you show your boyfriend a mischievous smile, pulling his face closer to yours as you both stop in the middle of the walkway

“let’s give them a show” you didn’t give jaemin enough time to react before you pressed your lips against his

jaemin’s hands immediately attached to your waist, pulling you into him as he smirked into the kiss

he was just as shocked as the rest but who was he to deny a kiss from you?

he didn’t want to admit it but he was enjoying this way too much

haechan was ready to leave right then and there

renjun just shook his head, wanting nothing more than for you two to stop making out in public

jeno couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight

you finally pull away from jaemin, sending the boys a shy smile before taking jaemin��s hand and skipping off with him

jaemin couldn’t help but lick his lips after, wanting to kiss you once more

“they are gross, but somehow it’s endearing” jeno shrugged, leading the two grossed out boys to the ice cream parlour

chenle:

i feel like he enjoys affection, but isn’t usually the one to initiate it himself

you’d both be sitting with the other members, playing board games or something

you would lean closer to him, rubbing your shoulders together

or gently pushing loose strands of hair from his face

he enjoyed small touches like that, but when you decide that you want a kiss from him, he freezes

“please, just one?” you whispered, completely ignoring the game at this point

he felt his ears heat up, feeling the eyes of his members on him now

he was having an internal debate

of course he wanted to kiss you, but he was always the one who would tease his members if they did anything like this

karma was going to get him real good

“r-right now?” you nod eagerly

he nodded back, leaning closer to you as you finally pressed your lips on his

a choir of moans and groans from the other members erupted

chenle immediately pulled away, feeling slightly embarrassed but also enjoying the feeling of kissing you

he started getting cocky when the other members began expressing their disgust

“you guys are just jealous that i’m getting kissed and you’re not” he huffs

“you wish! you two are disgustingly adorable” jisung rolls his eyes, earning laughter from everyone at the table

the board game resumed, jisung still having a distasteful look on his face

“i hope i didn’t embarrass you too much” you mumble to your boyfriend

“i don’t get embarrassed, love” he cheekily grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you rolled the die for your turn

jisung:

my shy baby boy

pls he would combust the first time you ever held hands

you knew he felt uncomfortable at times with pda so you refrained from doing too much infront of others

but one day, you were just feeling extra cuddly and loving

and it happened to be the day of the weekly movie night with the members

you sat to jisung, playing with his hands gently as you tuned into the movie

you started to feel yourself drift off to sleep, slowly leaning your head into his shoulder

jisung would immediately freeze up, hoping the others wouldn’t notice

but they did

you subconsciously brought your arm to wrap around his torso, snuggling into his side

jisung’s face was as red as a tomato at this point, he didn’t want to push you off but he also felt the stares of the six other boys on him

“psstt, y/n” jisung whispered to you, gently stroking your hair as you felt your eyes flutter open

you quickly pulled away from jisung, after making eye contact with the rest of the group

“jisung, why did you wake them up? they looked so peaceful!” chenle teased, making jisung even more flustered than he already was

“i’m sorry, sung. it won’t happen again” you felt bad (kind of) since you knew how he didn’t want to be teased

jisung just shook his head, deciding to pull your head back to rest of his shoulder, and your arm to wrap around him once again

it took you by surprise to say the least

“don’t stress, it’s about time we cuddle like this” he placed a soft kiss to your forehead, smiling softly while ignoring the looks from his members

truth was, they all found it endearing how soft jisung got with you

their little baby was finally growing up!

jisung would feel proud of himself (and you) for finally displaying affection openly

it solidified that your relationship was the real deal!

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clouddd-hannn · 3 years

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HIS RETURN - Stray Kids Lee Minho

Day O7. Lee Minho x M!Reader — Wax play, bondage, cock-stuffing

COUPLE: Lee Minho x M!Reader

GENRE: Smut

ADDITIONAL WARNINGS: blowjob, Minho being a bit manipulative, BDSM details(?), Minho facefucking you roughly

SUMMARY: During a small 'friends get-together', you were reunited with the person you so badly tried to avoid: your ex-fuck buddy, Lee Minho

You were hanging out with your friends, Bang Chan, Felix and Hyunjin, that day since you all decided it would be fun to have a reunion with your friend group in middle and sadly the others couldn't make it since they were busy with their school works. Supposedly, Seungmin and Jisung had initially planned to join in on the friends reunion, but a sudden news of school projects to be passed on the same day was made leaving the two boys with no choice, but to stay at their classmate's house to work on the project together. Although, they did say they were going to come if they can still make it. At least there's a little bit of hope.

Your bestfriend, Minho, was also one of your friends who had received a very unfortunate news resulting to his absence. Either way, you were happy these three people came. You were scared just an hour ago that no one would show up since you arrived at the meeting place in such an early hour. On the plus side, you were happy he wasn't able to attend. God knows what will happen if you saw him.

It has already been a long time since you last saw your friends and looking at them now, you could say that they grew up so well considering that they're now as taller as you were, not like back in middle school where you practically almost towered over them, and now they looked like fucking giants with you in between them. Hyunjin also lost the extra fats on his cheeks that you admired so bad. You'd always find any way to squish them with your fingers at how cute they looked, although it's still faintly present, you just can't get your eyes off how sharp his jawline is. Damn, are you so jealous for this guy.

"Quit with the staring, M/N," Hyunjin giggled while feeling up his heating cheeks. "It's making me blush."

You pouted looking up at him. "I just can't believe you decided to erase your cute chubby cheeks that I always like to squish," you said pinching the air as if they were Hyunjin's cheeks.

"Exactly the reason why I hated them. You always played with my cheeks and never took my plea for you to stop because it hurts so bad," Hyunjin said, the stinging pain of your finger squishing his face almost present, lingering on his cheeks.

"Oh, come on. Don't be ao dramatic," you chuckled, punching Hyunjin lightly on the shoulder and he let out a wince. "I didn't even hit you that hard!"

Felix just rolled his eyes and hooked an arm over your shoulder. "You need to get used to Hyunjin starting now. Have you ever thought of that?"

"Well, I guess not," you giggled and looked up at Hyunjin to give him a hug. "I like my drama queen and I would never complain," you laughed lightly to which got you Hyunjin's arms wrapping them around you.

"Hey, hey. This reunion isn't just about Hyunjin, y'know?" Chan tuts his tongue, placing his lollipop back inside his mouth and gave you a solemn look. "You were our princess back then, even until now, M/N and yet you only see Hyunjin. That's just seriously unfair."

You rolled your eyes at Bang Chan and pulled one side of your lips up. "Quit being a pouty baby, hyung," you joked, a small chuckle leaving your lips before you got up from your seat and gave Chan a big warm hug. "There. Are you happy now?"

"Me, next!" Felix raised his right arm while smiling with his pearly white teeth showing, giggling soon after. You chuckled softly and moved to Felix' side and gave him the hug he wanted. "You still give off the same warm and welcoming vibe, M/N. I like it," he commented before standing up and opened his arms wide, then engulfing you in a tight embrace. "I like the way you didn't change. Only..." he trailed off and scanned his head from left to right from above your head. "I can't see you. Where have you gone?"

Felix felt all the air in his lungs get knocked out of him when you threw a light, but slightly strong punch to his chest. "Asshole," you muttered and smirked when you saw Felix laughing. "Don't you dare mock my height, Felix if you don't want another fist to your chest leave you dying," you threatened and Felix just nodded his head, the others laughing along.

The whole morning was quite eventful with you getting treated to many food shops and of course, ice creams and other desserts. You'd also take stops at a few places to take pictures to add to your picture album and of course for memory since you'll all go your separate ways after all this and you need to have something to keep as a memory.

At exactly 12:30 in the afternoon, Seungmin contacted his boyfriend, Hyunjin, and told the latter that they were able to finish the project quickly since everyone took their role in participating in the group project. Hyunjin told the younger of your whereabouts. Hyunjin hung up the call and faced you three. "Seungmin and Jisung are coming. They told us to wait for them."

You all agreed to wait for the two only for you to get a big shock and cause a sudden panic when you saw Seungmin and Jisung walking with the Lee Minho that you ever so wanted to avoid...like a lot. 'Fuck. Why's he here? I thought he said he'd be busy at work.' You tapped Chan's shoulder and the older turned to look at you. "I'm just gonna use the restroom," you excused yourself and left when Chan gave you a nod.

Sprinting your way to the bathroom, your mind was suddenly flooded with thoughts of Minho and all the times you've spent with him. Those times being your fuck buddy days. "Damn it. I knew I felt something bad was gonma happen," you murmured biting on your nails. You still remember the very first day you offered to pleasure Minho so vividly like it was just yesterday.

"M-minho-hyung.. can I...can I ask you something?" You asked the older male timidly while playing with your fingers. You were both having a study session at your place and all you could say was, you didn't want to study. You wanted to get laid.

Minho stopped what he was doing and gave you his full attention so he could listen to anything yiu wanted to tell him. "Yeah, sure. What is it?" He asked you as he perked an eyebrow.

You opened and closed your mouth in hesitation and looked at the male who gave you an encouraging smile. You sighed and with all the courage left inside you, you immediately placed your hand on his crotch and groped his clothed member. Minho was shocked to say the least, but he wasn't complaining. "C-Can I do this, hyung?"

He smirked and neared your ear to whisper seductively. "Do what, M/N? You have to be more specific."

Your lips went dry and tried to answer, the only words coming out from you was: "Can I suck you off, hyung?"

You slapped yourself on the face and splashed water onto your reddening cheeks as you were brought back to reality. "God... I just want to go home," you sighed and decided to leave the room since you noticed you were already taking so long inside the restroom. Any longer and they'd be suspicious of what you were doing. Before you got out, you mentally prepared yourself and smiled, walking back to where your friends were, your attention busy on wiping your hands, not noticing that there was only one person left waiting for you. "Hey, sorry about...MINHO-HYUNG?! I mean, what? Hey, where's everybody?" You asked with an awkward smile.

"They said they needed to be somewhere," he answered and you just nodded your head. An awkward atmosphere fell upon you two, you trying to figure out what to say. "By the way, I noticed that you never answered my calls anymore. Why is that?" You didn't reply to his question which only made the male scoff. "You know, I've been really pent up lately and you're being a brat right now. I don't like it, M/N."

"So what? There was nothing between us in the first place," You sassed that caught Minho off guard since you never spoke to him that way or at least fought back. "We were just plain fuck buddies. To, you know, get off whenever we want to or to find some pleasure or heat when it's cold? Ugh, you get it."

Minho, growling, dragged you harshly towards a secluded alleyway and pushed you towards the wall. "Watch the tone, M/N," he gritted out. "Sure, there was nothing between us, I admit that. I know, but we used our bodies for each other's pleasure and right now, I'm fucking horny and you're not making it any easier with your bratty attitude," Minho stated yet you just rolled your eyes in reply which didn't come unnoticed by the taller male as he poked the inside of his cheek. He chuckled darkly and dropped his head low, eyeing you with his head hung low.

"See? Even you admit it. You're seriousky—AGH!"

You immediately gasped for air when Minho suddenly grabbed your neck and tightened his grip around it all the while pushing you to a wall. "I already told you what happens to brats like you, right M/N?" He became satisfied when he saw you nod so quickly, wanting him to let go of yiur neck as you clawed on it. "Right now, were going to my house and you do as I say, got that?" You didn't like the way those words moved out of his mouth. Sure, you were pretty much turned on by how his voice sounded so dominating, but you didn't like the way he took control over you, wrapped around his fingers. All in all, you're already experiencing a tightening in your pants.

"Y-yes, hyung," You squeaked, voice airy at the way he choked you. He removed his hand around your neck, making yiu gasp as you tried to regain that was stolen from you, wheezing and coughing as you did. "Shit.." you muttered before Minho pulled you by the wrist and shoved you inside his car.

"You're in big trouble, M/N," Those were the few words that got you weakening at the knees. You take your words back. You just adored it when Minho gets so pent up and angry at how bratty and bitchy you could get, either way you still feared what Minho could do to you. Anything is possible when it comes to Minho.

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Minho let out a satisfied sigh while he talked to Chan on the phone. "Yeah, he told me he's feeling better now. I guess he just really needs some rest," Minho replied as he caressed your face while your mouth was continuously and agressively getting stuffed by his thick size that got you choking everytime he reached the furthest end of your throat, disabling you to breathe for a short matter of time. Minho noticed how you were having a hard time breathing, so he took his hand to cover over the mic of his phone and moved his head away from it to talk to you. "Breathe through your nose, love," He told you as you nod your head and complied.

As much as you want to pull away, you just never lost your love for Minho's huge length that you just want it all shoved down your mouth and suck him good and besides, how can you pull away when your all tied up while your head was being pushed roughly into the headboard of his bed whenever Minho thrusted his hips towards your mouth.

"I'll make sure he gets well soon," he said and hung up with a smile, before heaving out a loud sigh and stopping his movements while his hand was placed on top of your head. "Damn, M/N. I just can never get used to how pretty you look with your lips perfectly wrapped around my dick," he stated as he brushed his hands through your hair.

When Minho had already confirmed that he had already had hung up, he threw his phone somewhere in the bed and got back down to business and fucked your mouth at a very concerning speed.

Your eyes widened and tears continued to spill from your eyes as you squirmed in your place, your toes curling as your throat was continually violated by Minho's cock. You choked and swallowed in attempt to get used to his size in such a short amount of time while Minho howled and groaned while chuckling deeply whenever your throat tightened around him. "Fuck, kitten! You really know how to make me feel good, huh?" With a lot of hesitation you tried to let out a 'yes', but it only came out as a hum that sent shivers down Minho's girth, him groaning in reply.

"I still remember the first time you asked to suck my dick, M/N. Do you as well?" He asked you in between pants never halting his motions. He only saw you look up at him with beady eyes, realizing you couldn't talk. "Oh, is your mouth full?" He smirked, while he kept on abusing your throat.

You liked these. Everything. You liked how Minho was being rough with you, you liked how you were being put into your place and took his cock, you liked how he always gets so turned on when he sees your mouth wrapped around his dick. To Minho, it was a pretty much nice sight to see.

Soon, Minho's thrust started to get sloppy, his hips snapping towards you as he grunted and cursed under his breathe. "Fuck, shit. M/N, I'm about to cum and you're not going to let a single drop to waste, understand?" Even without your reply, he still thrusted sloppily into your mouth until he buried his huge cock in the depths of your mouth and climaxed into your mouth. "Cumming!"

You let out a muffled moan as you swallowed his cum, sucking him dry with your mouth, hallowing your cheeks aa if to imitate a vaccuum as you sucked on his huge cock. This made Minho's legs tremble as he threw his head back, a guttural moan leaving past his lips as he held your head in place. "Fuck! I love it when you do that," he stated as he looked back down at you.

Your red-colored cheeks were stained with your own tears, plump lips perfectly wrapped around his cock, your nose buried in his shaved crotch. "Bet you're still not tired," he stated as he pulled his still hard cock from your mouth, leaving your lips with a pop as you gasped for air. "You used to go for rounds after rounds until we were both tired."

"That was then, hyung," you stated as you sat down on the bed, playing with your fingers as you bit your lip. "I was...still immature that time. I admit, I liked every session we had but I think we should really stop. What we had before was just an act out of impulse. We were both...well, horny that time and our choice was decided because of our raging hormones."

Minho just stared at you in disbelief before he fixed himself and rolled his eyes. "If you're gonna talk nonsense, just go. Fine, let's say I answered 'no' to your question back then. Would that have changed anything?"

"Change anything? What do you mean? I mean, yeah. If you had said 'no' then it'd be awkward between us," you answered looking up at the male, you hair disheveled as you pout. "Why are you even asking me this?" You asked the other male who slumped his shoulders in annoyance.

"You're right, but I'll still take the offer anyway later on," he answered before he snapped his fingers, making you put your attention on him. "Well, if you want to stop what we have right now...can we at least try one more thing we still haven't do?" Minho offered with an expectant smirk, crunching his nose as he did.

Raising a brow, you hummed for a while to think about it before you sighed. You nodded with a sigh, agreeing to his deal. "If it means you'll stay away from me, then fine. What's the worse that could happen?"

Is what you said but now you were regretting it as you've find yourself naked, your body bounded by a red rope (shibari). "Does it hurt?" Minho asked before you turned your head towards him, a scowl evident on your face.

"Does it hurt? Seriously? That's the first question you ask me after you surprisingly took out a silk rope out of that bag?" You stated towards the other who just smirked as he pulled on the silk, making you growl at him as you clenched your fists that were tied behind you.

"You never asked and I have your consent so I won't call this forced," Minho defended himself as he went back to get something from his bag. Is he hiding other things inside that bag? You thought to yourself as you squirmed around on the bed, trying to move you feet to no avail. "Eyes here."

You looked up at the male, your eyes widening upon seeing the 'toy' in his hand. "Nope, no way! There is no way that thing is going anywhere near my body! Put that away—ah, hey!" You shouted as he turned you on your back, making you whimper, blushing hard once Minho saw how hard you were.

"This'll be a lot more easier," he stated as he played with 'the thing' you hated the most; a urethral beads. If there was one kink you hated about Minho, it's his sadistic persona. I mean, sure he'd ask for your consent but he'd still try to persuade into agreeing his pleas. And unfortunately, it always works. "It won't hurt. I promise!"

"NO! MINHO! UNTIE ME NOW!" You shouted at the male who sighed and placed one hand on your stomach, making you breathe out shakily. "Y-You can't be s-serious, hyung. You're trying to change my mind."

"I'm glad you still know how I do it," Minho stated before he looked at you, eyes soft as he smiled. "Just trust me, M/N. I'l make sure it won't hurt."

You could sense the sincerity in his eyes as you opened your mouth to protest but backed out, deciding to sigh before furrowing your eyebrows at him. "Fine. But if I get hurt, I'll scream. My safeword is 'matcha', alright? If I say it, you stop," you instructed, the other male chuckling as he nodded. "Good."

With that, Minho got the stick and coated it with a plenty amount of clear lube. The other male looked at your erect cock, making you blush as you looked away. He flicked on your cock twice, making you whimper before he tapped your slit with the end of the beads. "Ready?"

"I-I don't know," you answered back, still hesitant to put that thing in. "A-Alrighr but push it in slowly," you instructed the male who nodded.

"I will. I won't ever do anything to hurt you. You know I've always told you that," he stated before he slowly pushed it inside your urethra, making you grit your teeth at the unfamiliar feeling. It felt as if you were being pierced in the stomach, that kind of feeling and it hurt a little as it was your first time. "I'm inserting more."

You nodded, letting Minho do as he pleases. Because of the lube, it became a little easier to slip the stick in but it was clear as day that you were hurting. "O-Ow," you muttered before Minho stopped and looked at you, smiling victoriously as he held your cock with one hand.

"You did it, kitten. Look, it's inside you," he stated as he began pumping your cock, making you moan as the ring from the urethral beads jingled. "But this is not the only thing I want to try out," he stated before you looked at him as he took out a candle out of his pocket. "Ever heard of wax play?"

"Y-Yeah, we've done that before. I-Is it still—ah—the same candle you use everytime?" You asked in between maons as you pulled on your restraints, the other male smirking as he watched you squirm on the bed, enjoying the sight as he pumped your hard cock.

"Yup. They're still the same low temperature candles, don't worry," he stated as he lit the candle with the lighter he had with him. The candle was colored (F/C), the color you were most fond of. "I'm gonna start dripping wax, kitten," he announced as he continued to jerk you cock off.

You just nodded as you watched him tilt the candle onto your stomach, a drip coming in contact with your stomach which made you whimper. It wasn't hot nor was it cold. It was warm-ish but the burn was still there though it doesn't hurt as much as the real wax (if you get what I mean).

"O-Oh fuck," you moaned out as Minho continued to drip some wax onto your stomach, trailing up towards your chest, even pouring some onto your erect buds which immediately got you moaning. "A-AHH~!"

"Hm, I see. They're still as sensitive as I remember them to be," he stated as he trailed down, pouring some onto your v-line as he witnessed your legs tremble eveytime a drop fell onto it. "Last time we've seen each other, you weren't as muscular. But now, you seem to have been working out a bit, huh?"

You just nodded as a reply, not able to reply as incoherent words only exited your mouth. "Oh god, oh fuck yeaah~," you moaned out as Minho's hand twistwd around your cock, whole he used his other hand to palm on your tip. This had you howling in ecstasy as you curled your toes in pleasure.

"Feels good, yeah?" Minho asked as he fastened his pace, still dripping wax onto your stomach, chest, and legs. "These thighs sure do look juicy," he stated before he tilted the candle, aiming at your thighs as he poured wax onto them.

"Gh..hngh..ah," you groaned as you began to buck your hips onto his hand. Minho complied before he smirked as he tightened his grip on your cock, making you bite your tongue before letting out a loud cry. "Fuck, hyuuung~!"

"What? Are you getting close, kitten?" Minho asked you as he began to jerk your cock off in am even faster pace.

"Y-Yes, please let me cum, hyung," you pleaded as you looked into his eyes. "I d-deserve it. I'be been a good boy for you, hyungie," you added before you began whimpering, that familiar feeling began curling inside your core. "PLEASE, HYUNG! I-I WANT TO CUM!"

Minho smiled as he held onto the ring of the urethral bead and pulled it off, making you cry out loud as he continued to pump your cock. "FUUCK! I'M CUMMING, HYUNGIIEE~" you moaned out.

Unexpectedlt, Minho wrapped his lips onto your cock, making you howl as you came inside his mouth with a loud whine. Spurts after spurts began releasing inside his mouth, the other male making sure he swallowed every drop.

Growing tired, you didn't care if you were still tied up or not but you soon fell asleep as Minho pulled away from your cock with a small scoff. "He really sure has low stamina," he stated before he leaned towards you and kissed your forehead. "Sleep tight, M/N. We'll still talk tomorrow."

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You awoke to the sound of your alarm blaring, making you groan as you turn it off. Getting up, you remembered that you were at Minho's and events from your 'session' began replaying in your head. "Holy fuck. No way," you stated as ypu slapped yourself.

You just sighed in defeat before you heard the door open, revealing Minho who was smiling from ear-to-ear. "I've made food. Why don't we go downstairs so we can eat together," he stated as you nodded, followimg behind him.

"Nothing has changed," you stated as your eyes roamed around the walls. Everything was still the same as you remembered, excper for the small decorations he put up on his ceiling.

"Yep. I'm too lazy to change stuffs up," he joked before he took out a seat for you, oulling the chair for you to sit on. When you finally sat down, he occupied the space in front of you, placing the pasta he made in front of you.

You practically drooled as you grabbed a fork and began devouring it like a hungry beast. "So, I wanted to ask you...since this will be the last time," he stated, trailing off for a little while before sighing. "I want to go out with you. You know, like a date."

"...What?" You couldn't believe your ears. Did you hear right? Was he seriously asking you if he could be your boyfriend? "Sure, we could try—"

"Great, then this will be our first date as lovers," Minho interrupted, showing you a cheeky smile which made you shake your head in disbelief.

"Yeah, as lovers."

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x-reader-writer · 3 years

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Hii can I request for Peter parker x male reader.

The reader is taller than him, dominant and has piercings, and peter comes out to the avengers as bi and tells them that he has a boyfriend. They're sceptical first but then they see peter sitting on readers lap and them being affectionate and sweet and laughing at jokes they make.

If this contains anything that makes you uncomfortable pls ignore this.

Thank uuu.

A/N: Hi!! Of course you can. I don't do nsfw posts, but I can make the reader seem more confident to fill that gap!

Sorry it's taken so long!! I hope this is alright!

I'm coming out

Pairing: Peter Parker x Male! Reader

~~~~~

"Baby, it's gonna be okay."

"But what if it's not! What if they yell, or they hate me, or Mr. Stark wants to never see me again, or-"

You quickly grab your boyfriend's hands to stop him from talking. "Babe, none of that will happen," you say calmly, with a gentle tone. "Do you know why? It's because they're decent people who adore you, Pete, just like I do."

"You think so?" Peter asks nervously, blushing from the compliment from his partner.

"I know so," you reply, a gentle smile gracing your face.

~~~~~

Peter was stood in the elevator, his foot anxiously tapping on the slightly metallic flooring. He lets out a long, deep breath, trying to control his anxiety.

The doors then open, on the penthouse of the Avengers Tower (formerly Stark Tower). Peter steps out and looks around the common room.

All of the Avengers were sat on the sofas and little chairs, lounging around and watching a Disney movie. Peter was amused slightly as he saw that Bucky was sat on Sam's lap as a joke (Peter could tell he just wanted to sit there-).

Peter then quietly clears his throat. It wasn't the best idea, as the movie was playing quite loudly, so nobody could hear him. He takes a deep breath and then loudly cough.

Everyone in the room jumps, even causing Tony to make his popcorn go flying. Everyone looks over at the teen, who nervously rubs his arm.

"Oh hey, Pete," Tony says, picking up a handful of his popcorn that had landed on his lap. "What're you doing here? It's not Friday yet."

"Sorry about scaring you all," Peter says quickly. He then replies to his mentor saying, "Yeah, sorry about coming earlier than expected Mr. Stark, but I wanted to talk to you. To you all."

"What is it, son?" Steve asks, smiling gently at the teen (no, Peter isn't actually his son, Steve's just old). Peter stays looking awkward and nervous, so he encourages, "It's okay, we're here for whatever it is, Peter."

"I'm bisexual," Peter blurts out. The room goes silent. He then quietly mumbles, "And I have a boyfriend."

Peter grips at his arm tightly waiting for some type of reaction, the silence dragging on.

"No," is the first thing said after minutes of silence. Unsurprisingly, it was Steve who had said this. Peter had kind of expected him and Bucky to react slightly badly towards this as they were from a different time period where they didn't accept gay people.

Peter then feels hope as he sees Tony going to say something. However it is shattered when the words 'I'm sorry Pete, but bisexuality isn't a thing' come out of his mentors mouth.

"What?" Peter whimpers, taking a step back in surprise and hurt.

"Tony, that's a bit harsh," Natasha says, glaring at the man. She then looks at Peter with a straight face and states, "However, that doesn't mean that you are Bisexual. You're just confused and need to find the right girl for you."

Peter shakes his head and turns back around to leave the penthouse, ignoring the calls from the avengers, especially the shouts and demands to come back and to stop being stupid.

~~~~~

Peter was sat in your lap, crying into your shoulder. You were gently shushing him and smoothing his hair, whispering in his ear it was okay.

"I'm really sorry, Petey, I pushed you into this-"

"It's not your fault," Peter replies, sniffling as he wiped his nose.

"And it's not yours either," you reply, gently poking his chest to prove your point. "They were wrong to say that and do that to you, I'm glad I was here waiting for you so you could come to me. Otherwise, I don't know what would have happened."

Peter nods and sniffles, wiping his nose with his hand. You chuckle softly and grab a tissue from your pocket (what? Peter cried a lot, you liked to be prepared!) and hand it to him with a smile. He smiles back at you and blows his nose.

"Better, Dumbo?" You ask, teasing him with the name.

Peter giggles and says, "Better, n/n."

You grin and then say, "uh oh, I see someone coming.." Peter looks at you confused, but you simply raise your hands slowly. Peter pales slightly before squealing and trying to get away from you as you start tickling his sides. He laughs and giggles, kicking and squirming on your lap. "Tickle monster!"

After a few minutes, Peter's sad tears had turned into tears of laughter. So you stopped and smirked at him as he was still laughing and blushing from the tickle 'fight'.

You lean down and kiss his nose, which makes him blush gently. then you start kissing all over his face, making him a blushing mess.

"Ksh, mission complete boys, ksh," you state, pretending you had a Walkie talkie, making Peter giggle at you and move up to cuddle up to you. You grin and gently smooth his back.

"And who are you?" A male voice says, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere between the two.

You look up and glare at the group who had approached you. The Avengers. The ones who hurt your boyfriend.

"What do you want?"

"We heard from security there was a random guy sat here, so we came to see who you were, and then we saw you touching up Peter," Clint says, glaring at you.

"Excuse me?" You state, shocked at what he had said, as you had hardly even touched your boyfriend, only holding his head and hugging him.

"Who. Are. You?" Bucky says, getting angry.

"I'm Y/n L/n, aka, Peter's boyfriend," you growl. You then hold Peter gently as you pull him closer, feeling extra protective over him as everyone starts yelling their complaints and how much they disagreed.

"What on Midgard is going on here?" You hear a booming voice call out.

Both you and Peter look over first. You see that the owner of the voice was Thor Odinson, next to him was stood a very pissed looking Loki.

"I think we both know what is happening here, brother," Loki replies, a muscle in their forehead spasming, almost comically. You would have found it amusing if not for the situation at hand.

Tony replies to Thor's question, ignoring Loki had said anything, "Peter is apparently 'Bisexual' and this random guy is his 'boyfriend'. I'm thinking he's a hydra agents and has brainwashed-"

"Enough!" Thor yells, glaring at Tony and the group. "How dare you make rude comments about these poor boys! Bisexuality is a common thing among Asgardians, Loki himself is one! Bisexuality is common amongst many things, even the animals on your own planet are bisexual, gay or any of the other LGBTQ community! You should not slander such a group, especially as they are such a huge quantity of the population, and not only of this planet or your species!"

The room was silent, even you included.

Loki walks over to Peter and gently pat's his head, their face soft and a gentle smile was placed upon their lips. "You are the Peter child, yes?" The brunette nods at the god, who smiles more in return. "Here is a little secret of my own that I've been keeping from everyone, that I shall share. It will mean that I'm joining you in, as Midgardians say, 'coming out'."

Loki then turns to the group and says, "I have something to say too. I, myself, am genderfluid. And I identify as a female today."

The room is silent again.

"I have a sister!" Thor says excitedly, picking Loki up and twirling her around. Loki smiles, happy Thor had accepted her.

"Woah, that's so cool, Ms. Loki!" Peter squeals, smiling brightly. "Oh wait, do you still want to be called that?"

"Yes, Loki is perfectly fine, child" she replies, smiling back.

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beomglocks · 3 years

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happy (very) 'belated' father’s day

summary : the only father willing to come to the dinner

pairing : dilf neighbor!soobin x (legal)!reader x beomgyu (?)

warnings & other: i wrote the day after fathers day, the title is edited bc im posting this like WAY later LOL, threesome (?), degradation, some beomgyu (no incest), sub!beomgyu if you squint like really fucking hard, definitely not a normal relationship, slight exhibitionism, some possessiveness, DON’T read if you’re uncomfortable with age gaps, edit: REwriting this, this one is for the dilf soobin stans, eat up, don't say i don't feed yall, enjoy <3, kind of proofread

w/c : ~4k

you realize it now.

after living side by side with mr. choi soobin and his son, beomgyu, for a couple of weeks, you’ve started to realize something quite interesting.

1. your mother has a liking for tall lean men.

2. she also has a liking for trying to set you up with the tall lean mens’ son.

now, you wouldn't say you're exactly opposed to getting close to beomgyu. he's conventionally attractive and he seems like a nice boy but you're very much more attracted to the one who created him. it made sense after all.

"give these to mr. choi for me?" your mother all but shoves the roses and chocolates in your arms. you look down quizzically at such gifts. "it's not valentine's day.." you trail off.

you have a strange feeling that soobin would be put off by such acts, not seeming to be as out there as your mother. she doesn't care.

"it's fathers day..well it was...yesterday," she shrugs, fixing her bombshell red lipstick. why was she doing herself up? well a certain mr. choi was coming over.

despite the fact that your own father was out of the picture, that didn't stop your mom from wanting to celebrate every holiday in existence. unfortunately, the only willing father in town to partake in your mother's antics was mr. choi.

he liked to rile her up, you notice. soobin liked to toy with your mother's clear affection towards him, just as he did you. he also liked to throw it in your face sometimes. you didn't say what you observed but you knew he liked to make her feel wanted by a much younger, much more handsome man.

without another word, you decide to give the outlandish gifts to your neighbor. you sigh, looking down at the gifts. some assorted chocolates, nice flower arrangements, and what seems to be a sealed note? you want to roll your eyes but a part of you wonders if soobin would really like these kinds of things.

when you get to the door and ring the bell, the door swings open and there's stands the man himself. he's more put together than you at the moment so you feel out of place even at the front step of his house.

"always a pleasant surprise~" he smiles. his eyes trail down to the gifts in your arms. "for me?" his eyes grow wide and his pouty lips, the ones which you suddenly can't stop staring at since they seemed to be stained cherry red, lay slightly agape.

"from my mom," you deadpan, holding the gifts out. "she's generous~" "overbearing," you correct. "we seem to have different views then," he shrugs. "where's my gift from you though? this can't be all," he ponders in faux thought.

you smile shyly, looking down in embarrassment. "what did you get me baby?" he teasingly leans down closer to you to properly see your face. "could it be perhaps-"

before soobin can place a hand on you, beomgyu comes from downstairs. he's looking sharp, which suits him a lot, you admit. his hair is parted, giving you a teasing view of his forehead. regardless of the fact that he's wearing casual clothes, a stark contrast from his father who dawns an all black attire, beomgyu still manages to make it work for him.

"we'll be seeing you at the dinner," soobin clears his throat, noticing your apparent staring at his son. you can tell that he feels off put by your slight attraction to beomgyu. however small or minuscule it may be its still there to him.

the dinner goes almost exactly how you thought it would. soobin and your mother hit it off, talking about whatever they could to distract themselves from their children for a while. to your surprise soobin barely interacts with you. he seems too occupied with entertaining your mom to pay you any mind.

you're not sure why but this bothers you. beomgyu is occupied in the bathroom at the moment so you can't help but glance in their direction every couple of seconds. your mom is currently leaning against soobin's broad shoulder, laughing at something he's previously said. so he’s a comedian.

you watch as he looks down at her with a satisfied smile on his face. you bite the inside on your cheek and as if on cue, soobin looks up in your direction and smirks. it's almost as if he's taunting you. you bite down harder until you taste something metallic in your mouth.

you're not sure where this feeling of jealously is coming from and you know it's not healthy but you can't help it. maybe you've gotten too attached to your older neighbor in these past couple of weeks.

beomgyu comes out of the restroom with a sigh, walking back into the living room where you are. he can feel a weird tension in your general area but decides not to comment on it. suddenly you stand up, catching beomgyu off guard.

"come on beomgyu!" you say loud enough for everyone to hear especially soobin. the man in question practically pauses in speech midway to look over at you and his son. he eyes you both, mainly giving you a glare that will be engraved in your mind but you don't care. he needs a taste of his own medicine.

"come on let's go to my room, i need to show you something~" you urge him along. meanwhile, you say those words while staring straight at soobin. you hear your mom assure him that it's ok, "the kids are doing their own thing." you knew you were being childish and petty but if soobin wanted to fuck around with you this is what he would have to deal with as well.

you drag beomgyu along to your room who seems quite eager to be in this position. all he knows is that there's a weird tension between you and his father but that's as far as his knowledge goes.

when you both arrive at your room you close the door behind you and lean back on it. "is everything alright?" beomgyu hesitantly asks. you sigh, ushering him along to sit on the bed with you. he looks around subtly at all the little items in your room. everything seems to reflect you well, in his opinion. "well.." you try to stall.

you look up at him through your lashes. "you like me right?" beomgyu stares at you with wide eyes, "i-i mean yeah?" he stutters at your boldness.

"then lets try something," you smile at him, casually pulling your shirt over your head. "let's see how long it takes for your dad to come see us in this position," you say to yourself.

soobin doesn't need to be a rocket scientist to know what's going on here. he knows you're being a brat on purpose but he doesn't care because it makes it all the more fun. he will say he's surprised that you're using beomgyu, his own son, to get to him.

at first, he was getting annoyed with how you seemed to take a liking for his son which is why he wanted to rile you up by seeming extra interested in whatever your mom had to say. now, however, he knew he had a plan for that. you were not going to outsmart him, he wouldn't allow it and he would just have to put you in your place.

"excuse me but i need to use your restroom," soobin makes up a bullshit excuse to get to where you are. "oh of course!" your mom nods at him, instructing him towards the one upstairs. perfect.

"ill just finish up the dinner then!" your mother offers. "great that's enough time to put this slut in her place," he thinks. he smiles at your mom heading for upstairs.

"beomgyu you look like you just saw a ghost," you chuckle lightly, looking down at him. "y/n," he groans at the sight of only seeing you in your bra. he reaches up to grab your breasts, fondling them as delicately as possible. "you can be rough," you offer.

without even bothering to knock on the door, soobin opens it to see you both on the bed in a lewd position. you shirtless on top of beomgyu. he sucks his teeth when you both look back in alarm at the door being burst open. "y/n," he chuckles, almost sadistically.

you can already see the look in his eyes and suddenly you feel bad for not only yourself but beomgyu as well. you try to subtly grab your shirt again in shame but soobin's glare stops you. "what do you think you're doing little slut?" he folds his arms over his chest. not even caring that beomgyu is in the room, he walks over to you and grabs your hair causing you to yelp in surprise.

"s-sir.." soobin narrows his eyes at you then they flit over to beomgyu. "sit over there," he motions to the beanbag in the corner of the room. "i want you to learn something from this." without another word, beomgyu scrambles over to the seat, his heart beating in fear and excitement strangely.

you feel heat rising up your neck and to your cheeks as well as your dripping pussy. "don't be embarrassed, im sure this was your plan all along," soobin tsks, shoving your face down into the sheets. you breathe out when he rips the skirt and underwear from your body without a second thought. the racy thong that was supposed to be his surprise for father's day discarded in a second.

"soobin-" a smack to your ass. "that's not my name."

he doesn't even give you a chance to correct yourself, messing with your sticky juices before entering his cold fingers into your hole. you try to stifle your moan by burying your head further into the sheets.

"god you're so wet," soobin comments. he slowly moves his finger in and out for a while, practically torturing you with how meticulous and slow he's being. "please," you whine pathetically. "please what?" he slows his movements to stare at you with a raised eyebrow.

"please f-fuck me, please, i need your cock," you beg shamelessly. beomgyu breathes heavily, trying to forget about his growing boner but not being able to ignore it. he painfully wants to do something about it but he's not sure if he's allowed to touch himself.

he opts for subtly dragging his hand to his clothed crotch and palming himself through his pants, as uncomfortable as it is. in the meantime, soobin rids himself of his own pants, shaking his head.

he lightly smacks your throbbing pussy and you jolt. "do you seriously think you deserve it? fuck, look at you, can’t wait to be fucked like a bitch in heat~" you whine, wiggling your ass wordlessly in his face to hopefully get what you want.

soobin rubs your clit with narrowed eyes, making sure beomgyu is watching. he could care less that beomgyu is touching himself. he drags some of your cum from your hole to your clit and sighs. "alright then.."

he aligns himself with your hole and without another word slips his cock in with ease, completely bottoming out.

you want to scream at how big he is but you're only left with ragged pants as you know you're unable to make any loud noises. it seriously feels like you could be torn apart at any minute but you love the feeling of soobin’s cock filling you out.

"you're so tight seriously," soobin breathes. he can barely move at first. the way his dick fits inside of your pussy perfectly. he almost wants to comment about how you were practically made for him. he's sure if he flips you over right now, he would see the outline of his cock in your womb.

after waiting a bit for you to adjust to his length he finally starts moving. "shit-" he breathes. you have to grip the sheets to stop yourself from yelling. soobin's hands find their way to your waist and when you look to the side just for a split second you can see beomgyu fighting for his life to not moan out loud.

"look beomgyu-" soobin says in between jagged breaths. "if you wanna fuck around with his pathetic slut this is how you treat her." a moan gets caught in your throat when soobin pounds into you at once. "ah- i-" a part of you wants to apologize and is trying to but he won't give you a chance to speak.

"isn't that right my slutpuppy? did you have something to add?" at the sound of the nickname your walls tighten around him and he sends a harsh smack to your ass. "you're enjoying this aren't you?" he rolls his eyes and sighs heavily.

soobin thrusts start getting faster and faster, beomgyu watching with his mouth agape at his father kissing and sucking at your neck to muffle his own moans. beomgyu can only bite his lip and noises from his throat barely pass his lips as he reaches his high.

soobin growls at seeing your eyes focus on beomgyu so he starts slamming his cock into you at an animalistic pace and you think you might break.

beomgyu bucks into his hand as he cums from the sound and sight of skin slapping added with the tiny noises you'd make. not too long after you feel yourself shudder, unable to warn soobin that you had come you squeeze your eyes shut and let out a whine instead.

"fuck- ok baby," soobin understands as soon as your walls squeeze around him. he pants a couple a times and as soon as he reaches his high he pulls out, pumping his cock to let his cum shoot out on your ass.

"s-sir," you moan. "shhh it's ok." soobin sighs heavily, coming down from his own high to tend to your broken state. he looks over at beomgyu, who's head is lulled to the side as he gazes at your sweat and semen covered body.

soobin sucks his teeth deciding not to say anything to the boy and let him chill for a minute. he shrugs his pants back on and carries you in his arms to the nearest bathroom.

you cozy up to his warm embrace, letting out a sigh. "baby we need to clean you off.." you hear him whisper. you almost completely forget that there's a dinner that's supposed to be happening and you cant just go to sleep with soobin like you'd want.

a sudden coldness hits your body and you shiver. "ok," you agree. his cum is already starting to dry on you and you want nothing more than to be cleaned like he offers. you're not sure how you'll explain your change of clothes to your mom but you're sure you'll come up with something later.

no words need to be spoken after what happened and you're glad because you're not sure what to say. soobin doesn't seem keen on talking at the moment either, too focused on cleaning you off, so you decide to stay quiet.

it's silent in the bathroom until you both hear your mother all out. "dinner's ready!"

you chuckle, breaking the silence as soobin looks up at you with a questioning eyebrow. “happy father’s day.”

#soobin smut #soobin x reader #txt smut #txt imagines #txt scenarios #soobin scenarios #soobin imagines #choi soobin smut #txt x reader #smut #drabble #tomorrow x together imagines #soobin reactions #soobin drabble #now.....#i have to cleanse #and think abt my life #i love dilf soobin #rip beomgyu

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noctumbra · 3 years

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summary ─ “i’m so glad that we came across to each other,” bucky said. “it really felt nice to catch up with you, to talk to you.”

pairing ─ fuckboy!teacher!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ fluff, seeing each other after yeeeears later, coffee shop conversations, catching up, EPILOGUE

a/n ─ i said i wasn’t sure about writing this but i couldn’t stop myself because i want this soft and sweet closure for them without tears lol. thank you for all the love you’ve given me throughout this trilogy series. i’m really thankful. also i’m sorry for making y’all cry a lot djhfdjhf. this is the epilogue. hope you like it. please leave a comment if you do! thank you! i love you all <3

previous part ─ series masterlist

TEN YEARS LATER

You exhaled a sigh of relief as you threw yourself into your favorite coffee shop, finally getting the chance to escape from the scorching heat of the sun. Stepping away from the door, you closed your eyes for a second. The cool breeze of the air conditioning was hitting your face so nicely, you felt like you could cry.

Shivering lightly, you opened your eyes and walked towards the short line in front of the register. You deserved a grande coffee after the very busy day you had. Your eyes were hurting slightly because you’ve been looking at the computer screen for hours now.

“Thank fuck the weekend is here,” you murmured to yourself as you fished your wallet out. You heard the guy in front of you humming in an approving way, and you froze for a second. “I should have whispered,” you said, and the guy chuckled this time. Grimacing to yourself, you decided to shut up.

As you waited for your turn, you started to watch people around you. Everyone was either tired-looking or way-too-jittery-looking because of all the caffeine and sweets. Most of them had come here with a friend, you realized and frowned lightly. Inhaling the freshly brewed coffee smell deeply, you moved your eyes to the guy in front of you.

He was tall. He had dark brown, mid-length hair, it was a bit longer than mid-length, though, you noted. He had whites peppered in it, and it looked good. He had a navy colored suit on him. The suit jacket was hugging his broad shoulders very nicely, and the suit pants he had on was complimenting his thick thighs. You hummed silently to yourself. You moved two steps forward, eyes still on the guy, as the people on the register was done with their order. It was the guy’s turn.

“Hello,” he murmured, and you felt a lick of familiarity. “Can I get a black coffee, grande?” You frowned. The guy’s voice was familiar. You watched him grabbing a small protein bar. “And this.” The boy at the register nodded as he punched in the order, and the guy in front of you pulled his wallet to pay.

You saw the hand tattoo. Your eyes widened.

“Name?” The boy asked. The guy looked up briefly.

“James.” You watched his hand as he pulled out some money and gave them to the boy. He was wearing the rings from─

“Bucky?” You asked, surprise audible in your voice. Bucky startled, his shoulders went stiff and he turned around. His baby blue eyes bored into yours as they widened with surprised.

“Y/N?” He breathed. “Oh my God.” You let out a chuckle.

“There you go,” the boy said, handing out the extra money. Bucky cursed lightly as he took the money and stepped aside. Just as he opened his mouth, his name was called. You saw him clenching his jaw. Your smile widened. “What can I get you?” You blinked, returning to the real world.

“Cappuccino, grande. Non-lactose milk, please. No foam,” you said your order and handed out the money. The boy nodded. “Y/N,” you gave him your name without him asking for it. The boy worked quick; he told your order and gave your cup to the barista and handed some of your money back. You bid him good day before you walked towards where Bucky was still standing.

Goddamn, you thought. He looked good.

The whites in his hair were also in his stubble, covering his chin slightly. He looked grown, albeit a bit older, and the crinkles around his eyes made him look more handsome than he normally was.

“Holy crap, Y/N,” Bucky said, his eyes moving up and down on your body. “I can’t believe you still look as gorgeous as before.” You chuckled, feeling the heat rushing to your cheeks after literal years. “Not that I expected you to look bad, by the way,” he said, rolling his eyes. You smiled. You grabbed your coffee when barista called out for you and turned to Bucky.

“Wanna recharge together in one of those tables?” You asked, pointing at the coffees. Bucky chuckled and nodded.

“Of course!” He said. “I would love to.”

Both of you walked towards an empty table near the café windows. After you settled, you looked at him. He looked happy, you realized. He didn’t look haunted or sad anymore. He looked healthy and happy if not a little tired.

“You look great,” you said softly. “You don’t look so… sad anymore.” Bucky smiled. Taking a sip from his coffee, he nodded lightly.

“I’m… good,” he decided to say. “I swore not to lie to you again and I’m not gonna start that now,” he chuckled. “I wasn’t so good after our last talk, but time helped.” Bucky shrugged, his fingers were playing with his coffee cup. “I had time to focus on myself, and then my job. It kept me busy but also gave me some time to heal. So, I’m good.”

You smiled fondly at him. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” you murmured. “You deserve to be good, Bucky. I’m glad you’re now. I just hope you’ll be better soon.” You watched him blush, your smile widened and turned soft.

Bucky shook himself and straightened up on his seat. “Tell me what you’ve been up to,” he said, excitement shining in his eyes. “I haven’t seen you for ten years. Are you a cat mom or dog mom or a real one?” You let out a surprised laugh.

“Bold of you to assume I want to be a mother, Buchanan,” you deadpanned. Bucky grinned toothily. “…I have a cat,” then you added. Bucky chuckled.

“Knew it,” he said, snapping his fingers. You rolled your eyes. “’s fine. I have an asshole for myself waiting me at home.” He rolled his eyes like you. “I swear he hates me and wants to kill me, but he doesn’t because I feed him.” You laughed, almost snorting out your cappuccino. Bucky grimaced at himself and then chuckled.

“Murderous cats,” you muttered. “I had an encounter with them once or twice.” You nodded seriously. “She tried to trip me and scared me to the death, so.” Bucky giggled. “She’s the cutest, though.” Bucky smiled. He knew that feeling all too well. You sighed.

“How’s teaching? I see that you kept your tattoos, but goodbye piercings?” You asked, eyebrows high on your forehead. Bucky grunted. It wasn’t a happy sound.

“Apparently, me having piercings might provoke the students to get the same look? They told that I cover my tattoos with my clothing but can’t hide my piercings, so they had to go. ‘s bullshit.”

“…It is,” you agreed because it was. “Your hand and neck tattoos are visible, and they were troubled with your piercings? Yup, bullshit.” He grunted again and sipped his coffee.

“Love the students, though,” he added without you asking. “They’re dumb sometimes and goofy almost all the time, but I love them.” He smiled. You could see that he really did love his students. He was great with children ─shocking, yes─ and seeing him being happy with his work was making you happy.

“I’m glad to hear that. You were weirdly good with kids,” you said, looking at him over your coffee. Bucky narrowed his eyes. “It was cute, don’t get me wrong. I just didn’t expect from someone who looked the way you did back in college and be good with kids. I was shocked when I learned that you were going to be a teacher.” Bucky snorted.

“I love teaching,” he defended himself with a faux-offended face. You grinned. “I enjoy telling them things that make them go ‘wow’ and love seeing them use what I taught.” He shrugged. “How is editing?”

“Ughhhh,” you groaned. “Don’t get me started.” He looked at you, eyes wide and half-grin visible on his face.

“Oh, okay,” he said and then giggled. “I feel like you have a lot of feelings bottled up in there.” He pointed your head, and you grunted like he did a couple minutes ago.

“People who don’t even know punctuation are sending me their works, and they are brave enough to tell me that they wanted it published.” Grunting even more, you sipped your coffee. “It’s a pain to read all the cringy, too fast moving works and editing. It feels like I’m re-writing their whole work.” Bucky frowned slightly, tilting his head to his side.

“Why do you work there, then?” He asked. “You could go back to school and do something extra? Or become a professor there?” You eyed him.

“I’ve been thinking about that for some time, now, to be honest,” you admitted. It wasn’t a lie; you were thinking about going back to school and maybe spend a couple years there and start teaching. “Been looking up my options. I’m still not quite sure, but the idea is there.”

“Well,” Bucky said, draining his coffee. “Let me know. I might be able to help in some way, maybe.” You smiled.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you murmured. He sent you a cheeky wink. “Tell me more!” You exclaimed. “You told me you’re a cat dad, what else?”

“I’m an uncle,” he said and then wiggled on his seat because it still made him giddy. “I have like two nieces now, my sisters like to procreate.” You chuckled. “Oh, do you know Sam Wilson?” You frowned.

“From Psychology Department?” He nodded. “Yeah, I saw him a couple times.” Putting your cup aside, you leaned forward. “What about him?”

“He got married to Natasha, the Russian Literature girl? The one that we both found scarily hot?” Giggling, you nodded. He grinned. “Well, they’re married now, and have a daughter.”

“No shit,” you said.

“Yes shit,” Bucky kept grinning. “Steve’s gonna get married in two months. Someone called Sharon Carter─”

“Wait, is her aunt Peggy Carter?” Bucky frowned, but nodded. “Holy shit, I work at Carter Publishing. She’s my boss.” Bucky laughed.

“Okay, nice coincidence,” he murmured.

“Damn,” you whispered, making him laugh again. “Give me more gossip, please. I’m obviously hiding under a rock.” Smiling, Bucky leaned forward on the table, too.

“Alright, hear me out.”

─

You talked about everything and anything for hours.

Bucky talked about his job, about his students and his plans for future which included going back to school and becoming a professor or something, so that he could teach at a university. He also said that he was going to miss his ‘high school dumbasses’, but he wanted to become better at what he was doing. He also talked about his siblings, he had three sisters, and his parents a little. He showed you a couple pictures of his cat, a very pretty white cat named Alpine, and his parent’s dogs, two German Shepherds.

“They’re so handsome,” you exclaimed when you saw them. Bucky chuckled.

“They are,” he agreed. “They’re also old.”

“Bleh,” you blurted, making him laugh. You felt a satisfying, warm bubble building up in your chest as you bit your lip and watched him laugh. Your feelings for him were still there, still present. You never stopped loving him, and you knew you were always going to love him. He was the one for you, but your story wasn’t meant to be end together. You knew and accepted that now.

You told him about your life, your job and future plans, too. You talked about your doubts about going back to school, and Bucky somehow helped you soothe them. He encouraged you, told you that you were going to be amazing and it wasn’t late for you to go back to school. You thanked him as you moved onto talk about your cat. You showed him a picture like he did to you.

“You have a Siamese!” He cried out. “Damn, he is handsome.” You chuckled.

“He is, but he’s the biggest asshole I’ve ever known,” you grumbled. Bucky giggled.

“Hey, cats are cats. They meant to be assholes,” he said.

“Hear, hear.” Both of you chuckled.

The silence fell between you was a happy and content one. You talked about things, made each other laugh and smile, and both of you saw that how much the other had grown. It was nice. Seeing him was nice.

“I know I apologized before, but I want to apologize again,” Bucky murmured softly after a while of silence. “I’m sorry for making you cry and for hurting you. You didn’t deserve any of the shit I put you through. I was an asshole, I know and see that now,” he added. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” You smiled. Reaching out, you held his warm and large hand. The sense of familiarity consumed you.

“I have forgiven you years ago, James,” you murmured as softly as he did. He squeezed your hand. “Things happened, but both of us were still children.” Your smile became a little sad. “Obviously, we weren’t meant to be. I wish we were, though. I wish we were meant to be, but we are not. It’s okay. You’ve apologized before and owned up your mistakes. Thank you. I forgive you.” Bucky’s hold in your hand tightened just a bit more. You squeezed it right back. “I forgive you. It’s alright. We’re alright.”

Bucky took a deep breath. You could see that he felt lighter. His guilt must have been eating him alive, you realized, and your heart gave a painful thud at the thought.

“You have no idea how good it feels to hear that,” he said, slightly breathless. You just held his hand tighter and smiled wider. “I wish we were meant to be, too, Y/N. I─” He paused briefly. “I still love you. I have never stopped loving you, and I probably will never stop loving you. No one was you, and I doubt that someone will ever be you. I know now that we’ve grown out of each other. We might still love, yes, but…”

“It’s not enough anymore because even though we still love each other, that train took off,” you finished. He nodded. “So much has happened, and it changed us. Yes, Bucky, I get it. I still love you, too, and will always love you, but it’s not enough now.” He nodded again. Both of you sighed, feeling lighter and happier out of a sudden.

“I’m so glad that we came across to each other,” Bucky said. “It really felt nice to catch up with you, to talk to you.”

“Me too,” you agreed immediately. “I─” You held his other hand. “I’ve missed you, Bucky. It was very nice talking to you.” You looked at each other for a couple minutes before pulling back. You ignored how cold and empty your hands felt after he pulled his back. Standing up quietly, you grabbed your things. You walked out of the café together.

“I would like to see you sometimes,” Bucky said. “As friends. I would love to be your friend, Y/N.” You agreed. You didn’t want to deny him anymore. You wanted him in your life.

“I would love that,” you murmured and gave him your number. Bucky added you in his contacts and sent you a text.

“I will see you later, then,” Bucky murmured. It felt so good to say that, he realized. After saying goodbye to you many times, it felt amazing to say that he’d see you later. You smiled fondly.

“I will see you later,” you murmured back. Bucky gave you a nod and a large smile. Both of you bid good night to each other and walked opposite directions on the sidewalk.

This time, it wasn’t a goodbye.

This time, it was a promise to see the other again.

It was a nice, blossoming friendship.

─

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes smut #teacher!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #angel

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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hi eve! i was wondering if you would be interested in writing a coops shower fic, nothing smutty, just really soft and sensual and maybe comforting. i’m going through a tough time right now and your writing always cheers me up. thanks <3

Yes! This was combined with an ask for Coops' first day/ night living together--I hope you enjoy! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove

TW for showering together (nothing smutty, just fluff)

They tumbled through the front door in a mess of laughter and rainwater—Remus’ soaked sneakers slipped on the floor and he skidded into Sirius, who was still blinded by the damp hair hanging in his eyes. “Shit!” Remus spluttered around his breathless grin as they struggled to keep their balance. “Baby, baby, grab the door—”

The front door slammed shut and steadied them just as another bolt of lightning cracked overhead; they stood in the entrance, panting and drenched, before Sirius’ chest began to shake beneath Remus’ cheek once more. “Mon dieu,” he snickered, leaning his head back against the heavy wood. “Which god did we piss off?”

“I’m taking this as a good sign.” Remus shivered as he shook his raincoat out on the welcome mat. “A fresh start, and all that symbolism.”

“Okay, college boy.”

He peeled one wet sock off and snapped it at Sirius’ hip, but the extra water weight made him miss by a mile and Sirius just shot him a teasing grin while he wriggled out of his tshirt. “I told you to bring a jacket,” Remus said wryly as his head got stuck. “But oh no, sweetheart, it’s totally not going to rain today. The weatherman is always wrong, it’s been sunny all week—”

“Alright, alright,” Sirius grumbled from the depths of wet fabric, waving one hand in his general direction. “You’re very smart.”

“Do you want first shower?”

Sirius’ cheeks were pink when he finally freed himself, both from his efforts and their mad five-block dash home. His brows furrowed in confusion. “Aren’t we showering together?”

Remus shrugged. “Hey, it’s your house.”

“Our house,” he corrected, taking the hem of Remus’ shirt and helping him pull it over his head.

A little flurry of joy ran through Remus’ gut at his words; goosebumps broke out over his freezing skin, and he could feel a dopey smile spread over his face. Ours. Most of his stuff had been living at Sirius’ for a couple days, but he had only brought the last of it over and dropped his key off with his landlord that morning. The last six hours had been filled with delirious happiness every time he remembered. “Then lead the way, captain.”

Sirius kissed his chilly nose and took him by the hand—both their palms were clammy and half-numb from the rain, and Remus didn’t care one bit. Stripping down was significantly more difficult when every article of clothing seemed dead-set on becoming a second skin, but after a handful of minor mishaps and more than one muffled curse, they were finally standing under warm water.

Remus closed his eyes with a sigh, letting the steam wrap around every inch of him. His apartment may have been comfortable, but it was severely lacking in water pressure and heat compared to Sirius’ house.

Our house.

He hummed to himself and stepped back until his shoulder blades were pressed to Sirius’ chest; there was a low laugh, then callused fingers running through his hair. “What are you thinking about?”

“Our house,” he answered, turning to stand on his toes and place a kiss to Sirius’ lips. It was chaste and unhurried; there was no time constraint on how long they could spend there. Remus didn’t have to worry about getting home too late, or whether he had brought enough stuff to stay the night. Everything he wanted was within reach.

Sirius smiled against his lips and draped his arms over Remus’ shoulders, tugging playfully on the wet curls at the base of his neck. “Good thoughts?”

“Always,” he said immediately. “This is…it’s so good, Sirius. So good. I am so happy.”

Their next kiss was deeper, but there was no real heat behind it, even as Remus curled his hands around the sharp peaks of Sirius’ hips. “I love you,” Sirius murmured when they pulled back for air. He bumped their noses together. “And I can’t wait to have you here all the time.”

“You don’t have to wait at all.”

His grin widened and he kissed Remus again. “I know.”

Remus nuzzled into the side of his neck and relaxed into the soapy slide of Sirius’ hand down his spine. He hadn’t realized how cold he was until the hot water started pouring over him, and sudden sleepiness trickled into the edges of his thoughts like rain through a gutter. The steam turned minty fresh as Sirius washed the expanse of his shoulders, then his neck, then all the way down each arm; he dropped a teasing pinch to Remus’ ass, but moved right back up to rub his thumb in the crook of one elbow.

“Do you want me to wash your hair?” he asked quietly against Remus’ temple.

“Mmm, please,” was all Remus could muster in response.

He had never really understood the hype about physical affection before he met Sirius. Sure, hugs from his parents and Jules were amazing, and fist bumps from the guys always made him feel included, but the gravitational pull Sirius had was like nothing he had ever felt. It was impossible to be uncomfortable if Remus was within five feet of him—impossible to feel unsafe when he fit so neatly in the dip of one shoulder.

“Love you,” he said around a slow exhale as Sirius began combing the conditioner through his hair. It was almost long enough to flop into his eyes, something that seemed to delight Sirius any time he saw it.

Warm lips brushed the shell of his ear for a moment. “You smell like la lavande.”

“Lavender?” Sirius hummed his approval and Remus raised his head just enough to kiss the water off his collarbone. “Do you like it?”

“Love it.” Sirius glanced down at him with a sideways smile, making one dimple pop. “Love you. Where did you get this?”

“Walgreens.”

That startled a laugh from him, which set Remus off as well. “Walgreens? Really?”

“I ran out one day at, like, midnight and it was the closest place. It smelled nice, so I just kept on buying it.”

Sirius shook his head with the same awed look on his face. “The secret to illegally soft hair is Walgreens conditioner. Amazing. My hair would riot.”

Remus frowned. “Your hair looks incredible even after you swim in salt water all day.”

“And then it tangles, and frizzes, and—” He paused. “Comment dit-on une colère? Like a toddler?”

“A tantrum?”

“Ouais.” Remus tilted his chin back obediently to let him wash the conditioner out. “It throws a tantrum. See, this is why I need you around all the time.”

“I have never seen your hair throw a tantrum before.” Sirius’ cheeks flushed and he bit his lip around a smile; Remus poked him lightly in the chest. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s an awfully big smile for nothing.”

His silver eyes shone as he placed yet another gentle kiss to Remus’ lips through the water running down both their faces. “You get to see it all the time now. No more going back to your apartment after we go places.”

“You’ll be subjected to my bedhead every morning,” Remus teased, resting their foreheads together as he reached for the soap.

“I love your bedhead.”

“I’m counting on it.” He took the bar of soap and ran it along the planes of Sirius’ chest, then around his back to trace every muscle. He could feel Sirius’ gaze on him with each movement and warmed from the inside out at the attention. Every bit of rainy cold that had snuck under his skin vanished in the minutes of comfortable quiet.

Thunder rolled through the sky when they finally turned the shower off and wrapped up in Sirius’ fluffiest towels—Remus’ own were significantly less fancy, but they remained in the linen closet on equal standing. It was silent things like that that made him love Sirius just a little bit more.

“Wait, wait, hang on,” he said as Sirius started pulling his sweatpants on.

“Hey!” Sirius protested when Remus took both the pants and his soft tshirt right out of his hands, winding the towel back around his waist with an awkward hop. “I’m going to get cold!”

“Five minutes!” Remus called over his shoulder as he hurried down the stairs with their clothes. “I promise it’s worth it!”

It would be a drizzly night; grand plans of takeout and a movie ran through his head and he did a small happy dance in the laundry room as he tossed their clothes in the dryer. His dryer. Their dryer. “Mine,” he murmured, running a hand over the top of the machine. It was a wild thought, and one he would have to get used to. He still instinctively checked the clock from time to time before remembering that he would be staying for—

Forever.

The thought came before Remus could really process it and he leaned against the dryer with an unsteady breath. It was only his first real day in the house, and already he was thinking about…that. About staying forever. It wasn’t as scary as he had imagined.

“Mon loup?” Sirius peeked around the doorjamb in confusion, still fiddling with the tucked side of his towel. “What are you doing?”

“It’s a trick that I learned from my mom,” Remus said rather than getting into the specific train of thought that probably left him looking like he had been whacked with a frying pan. “Do you want to do takeout for dinner?”

“I…kind of wanted to get dressed.”

Remus patted his hip as he passed. “Five minutes, baby. Where should we eat?”

“You pick.”

Forty minutes later, Remus found himself tucked under the blanket his mother had given him when he went away for college with his boyfriend and a box of takeout Thai food. Their clothes were still warm from the dryer—he would never forget the pure bliss on Sirius’ face when he got dressed and was instantly cocooned in heat—and Sirius’ hair was still half-damp from their shower, curling in little wings over his ears. It felt like worlds colliding. Somehow, Remus was just fine with that.

“Hey,” he said quietly as the exposition continued on screen. Sirius glanced over with his fork halfway to his mouth. “This is perfect.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He looked around the living room—their living room—that had seemed so empty the first time he saw it. They could put pictures on the wall by the back door, and one box of his books still laid unopened by the shelves. He could bring out his grandmother’s quilt in the winter. A month from then, two months, ten months. “I’m happy here.”

Sirius’ breath caught for a moment before a hoodie-clad arm slid between Remus’ back and the couch and guided him over to rest his head on Sirius’ chest. His lips were slightly spicy from the curry when he kissed him. “I’m happy when you’re here,” Sirius said, hardly above a whisper. “I miss you when you’re not.”

Remus breathed in the smell of his—their—laundry detergent and felt his heart give a hard thump. “You don’t have to miss me anymore.”

“C’mere.” There was a shuffle as Sirius set both their food boxes on the coffee table and paused the movie, then shifted around so Remus was laying on his chest. He pulled the blanket all the way up to their shoulders and slipped one warm hand up Remus’ shirt to rest on the small of his back; his eyes were bright in the semi-darkness. “Stay with me.”

Remus didn’t hesitate. “Always.”

#remus lupin #sirius black #coops #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #living together #shower #rainy day

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 3 years

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harry with a mommy kink please 🥺 like you bend him over your lap and spanking him, make him a whining mess

pairing: harry potter x reader

warning(s): 18+, dom!reader, mommy kink, spanking, mentions of male masturbation, oral (female receiving), face sitting, orgasm denial

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this was literally just going to be a drabble but it turned into 1.6k words of pure sub!harry. enjoy!

“Undress,” you said to Harry, not even looking back at him, as you entered your room.

You heard the door shut behind you and an immediate shuffle of clothes being removed. You smirked to yourself, secretly pleased with the way this night was rolling out, but you couldn’t let him see that. Right now, you had to slip back into the role of very disappointed dom.

He knew it was coming from a mile away. That very morning, when you were going to hop into the shower with him to surprise him, you had caught him breaking one of your rules. One of his rules, that he had fully agreed to long ago, was that he couldn’t touch himself without your permission. But there he was in the shower, with his cock in his own hands and his head thrown back as he worked himself to release. He stopped the second his eyes landed on you through the glass, but it was already too late. Needless to say, he went to work on the edge and half hard.

When you finally turned around, you had already stripped yourself of your blouse and pants, he was fully naked and half hard. Perfect.

“Come,” you ordered from the spot you picked on the edge of the bed and he immediately walked over to you, coming to a stop between your spread legs. “You remember why you’re about to be punished, right?” You asked, a gentle tone in your voice as you watched the way he was already beginning to squirm. You reached a hand out to rub his hip, coaxing him into calming down.

“Yes,” he replied, swallowing harshly and doing his best at avoiding eye contact, opting to watch the spot where your hand met his body.

“Yes, what?”

“Y-yes, Mommy,” he said, his breathing beginning to deepen as his cock was steadily filling with blood.

“Good boy. Tell me why.”

��Because I touched myself without permission,” he spoke clearly, steeling himself against his nerves.

“Yeah, baby. You broke a rule. And you know what? I probably would have said yes if you had asked like a good boy. I never want you going to work needy and desperate for Mommy,” you explained, watching the way he flushed with embarrassment. Flushed at the thought that this all could have been avoided if he had just been good.

You pushed yourself back on the bed and rested against the pillows. “C’mere baby,” you coaxed, patting your lap gently.

He crawled onto the bed and placed himself across your lap, trapping his hard cock in between your thigh and his stomach. It was so hard that you couldn’t stop yourself from commenting on it.

“You better not cum during your punishment, you’ll only get yourself in more trouble baby.”

“Yes, Mommy,” he said, the beginning of a whine in his voice. It was cute the way he always got whiny when he was across your lap, so you never reprimanded him for it like you might if he was begging to cum.

“Good. Show me you can be a good boy. How many do you think you deserve?” You asked, your hand slowly making circles over the flesh of his ass.

“Ten,” he said hesitantly, shooting low. He knew it would never be only ten. He was far stronger than you were, so you knew you needed to add some extra to get your point across the way you intended.

“How about twenty? You can handle that, can’t you?” You cooed back, a hand squeezing the flesh of one of his cheeks just to feel the way he flinched against you.

“Yes, Mommy,” he replied, breathless with anticipation.

“I better hear you counting for me. Mommy would hate to lose her place,” you said teasingly, and just like that you started.

Slap after slap wailed down on his ass, slowly turning his skin a pretty shade of red. He dutifully counted each one, even through his gasps and whimpers as the numbers grew and the pain grew with it. His cock was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum against your thigh, only turning you on in return knowing that he was getting off on this. But you had to curb your own desires until you were done with step one of his punishment.

“Nine- nineteen,” he whimpered out. “It hurts, Mommy. Please,” he begged helplessly, his voice a high pitched whine now.

“Oh, I know baby. You’re doing so good. You can take one more for me, can’t you?” You praised, pausing for a moment to rub around his sore ass, making him flinch at the suddenly gentle contact.

You watched as he nodded and that’s all it took for you to crack your hand down on him one last time, his whole body shaking in your lap at the sharp pain.

“Twenty,” he practically shouted out, a sense of relief in his voice.

“Such a good boy for Mommy. You took that so good baby. We’re all done with that now,” you praised, slowly moving his body so he was off of you and laying on his stomach beside you.

You stroked his back gently as his breathing evened out, your body pressed close against his side just so he could feel you. You knew how much he hated being alone for even a second after something that intense, so you always made sure to stick extra close to him just in case.

Finally, his head turned to you and his eyes flicked up to yours. You could see the desire in his, wanting nothing more after his day than to get off inside of you, but that wasn’t quite in your plans for the night.

“You feeling okay, baby?” You asked softly, not wanting to go any further if he wasn’t ready.

“Yeah. Hurts, but I’m okay,” he replied, trying to subtly squirm his hips on the bed in an effort to give his cock the friction it needed, but you wouldn’t be having any of that.

“Good. Mommy still wants to play with you, baby. Now roll over,” you said, smacking his ass gently to make him jump but he eagerly followed your request. Your poor, sweet boy was rolling over with the anticipation of you sitting on his cock - his favorite thing. You couldn’t wait to see his face when he realized you’d be the only one getting off tonight.

You stripped yourself of your bra and panties, letting him take you in as you moved to straddle him. You inched your way up his body, letting your nails drag along his sides and his nipples to watch the goosebumps and shivers take over him. By the time your core was in front of his face, he was panting and on the verge of begging.

“Now be a good boy for Mommy. I want your hands on me or on the headboard the whole time, no touching yourself. Okay?” You told him.

“Yes, Mommy,” he replied readily, the look of desire in his eyes enough to make you even more wet. His hands hesitantly came up to grip your waist and with that, you dropped down.

He was an absolute savage. Since the beginning of your relationship you had always wondered who had taught him to do this or if he was just naturally gifted at eating a woman out. And everytime you’d ask he’d just laugh and give you an ambiguous answer, leading you to think he was some type of sex god.

He licked and sucked in all the right places, his tounge going back and forth between fucking into you and twirling around you clit. You were a moaning mess above him, unable to stop the moans and praise from spilling out of your body. He was hurtling you into your release, faster than he ever had you thought, his determined, skilled mouth doing wonders.

You came with a cry of his name followed by a litany of curses, grinding yourself down onto his mouth to ride yourself through it. His grip was harsh on your hips, holding you down so he could get every last drop of your release, greedily licking you until you were shaking.

You gently removed his hands from you and rose up on shaky legs, moving until you crashed down on the bed beside him.

“Thank you, baby. You did so good. Exactly what I needed,” you told him, a hand coming out to comb through his unruly hair.

“Can I cum now, Mommy?” He asked you, a little over eager but it was still charming.

You gave him a fond smile before slowly shaking your head. You watched as his face dropped and that desperation creeped right back into his eyes.

“No, baby. This is part of your punishment. You were bad this morning and bad boys don’t get to cum. You can cum in the morning, but right now it’s time for bed, okay? Go get ready,” you gently explained, finishing with a head nod in the direction of the bathroom.

You heard the small whine he tried to bite back, but you couldn’t miss the resentful look he gave his painfully hard cock before he rolled off the bed and padded his way into the bathroom.

“I’m coming with you in a minute so no funny business,” you called after him with a small giggle, stretching your legs and getting ready to follow him, wanting nothing more than to turn your baby’s frown upside down with some much needed kisses.

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psh - love affair

park sunghoon [f. 8516 words] love affair

so when i’m gonna know what to feel inside, baby?

maybe it’s just all in my head, so

don’t overthink, this is love

maybe it’s just a crush

baby, is this your love affair, your love affair?

synopsis: what happens when two childhood best friends make a deal to help each other’s reputations? an unforeseen circumstance prompts sunghoon to approach you, intriguing not just you but practically every other student at your college. you believe your reunion with him can only end in one of two ways: you resort back to being friends and go on with your lives, or you use each other and once you’re both done, you fall out and never talk again. how will you two navigate your companionship? is it just the nostalgia coming up? a revival of feelings? a new crush? could it possibly be actual love?

genre + tropes : fluff. comedy. the slightest angst. childhoodbestfriends!au. enemiestolovers!au. college!au. fakedating!au.

warnings: fem reader. a little swearing. slightly suggestive themes, sorta. a few cliches. mentions of underage drinking. the american collegiate school calendar. does them geeking out over fantasy/sci-fi sagas need a warning? unknown mutual pining. they’re so helplessly clueless of their feelings. also appearances of the rest of enha plus txt.

i. prologue

if someone told you that you would reconnect with your childhood best friend—let alone date him, you would’ve laughed in their face and told them to fuck off. park sunghoon is bad news. well, at least to you he is. one of the infamous campus playboys, you can spot him around the quad flirting with a different girl practically every day.

but to you, he couldn’t have been anymore unlike the sunghoon you grew up with. you grew up with the sunghoon who couldn’t stand being around others, mind always focused on his own interests. you knew him as the little shy boy who would hide behind his mom whenever new people came around. the first person he opened up to was you. you can blame your mom for that. you can vaguely remember her words, something along the lines of mrs. park and i have been friends for longer than you have been alive. when we found out we were both expecting, we knew you two were destined to be besties.

she was right. everyone thought you were two peas in a pod. wherever one of you went, the other followed. always stuck together, like true partners in crime. your close bond stuck for years. if anyone needed you, you’d most likely be found in the seats of sunghoon’s ice skating practices and competitions, cheering him on and being obnoxiously loud. likewise, he always attended your showcases, spending hours complimenting your artwork.

but then the villain of everyone’s lifetime eventually appeared. puberty.

alas, your friendship did what anyone could predict of a couple of preteens entering high school. the usual “no matter what we’re gonna stick together!” leading to “sorry for blowing you off, got really busy,” to the imminent “what happened to us? we used to be so close,” and eventually the end of it all. senior year, the two of you attempted to leave on a good note. by that, you mean your parents made both of you apply to the same colleges to have a chance at sticking together. well, it worked, you got into the same university. funny how the universe does things.

back to present day, you’re now in your second year at hybe university. let’s just say, sunghoon isn’t the only one who went through a personality change. sunghoon traded his late night practices on the ice to one-night stands at frat parties. you, on the other hand, traded your once outgoing and fun-loving persona for a more… cold grunge meets artsy introvert. overall, let’s just say you both have reputations for not being the most approachable people. well at least you still have one thing in common.

ii. the cafe

the busy campus cafe was roaring with study groups filling every table. the aroma of fresh coffee and tea being brewed filling the air, creating a warm atmosphere—contrast to the cold winter weather just outside the walls. the college students scattered around, just like their minds scattered as they prepare for finals. not immune to the dreaded time of year, a group of four boys enter, immediately grabbing the attention of those already nestled inside.

a quick roll call of the four known by the student body as en-4, a combination of the dance crew name enhypen and the notorious f4. lee heeseung—the campus heartthrob, captain of the dance crew, center of the basketball team, and an unknown hopeless romantic. park jongseong, although everyone calls him jay—the resident bad boy and party animal, but those close to him know that he’s actually the responsible one. sim jaeyun, otherwise referred to as jake—the friendly and flirty frat boy who you can catch playing soccer in the quad almost every day. finally, park sunghoon—the handsome heartbreaker. he doesn’t need more of an introduction.

the four of them make their way to the counter, placing their orders. of course jake doesn’t miss his chance to sound extra sweet and send a quick wink to the barista, getting elbowed by heeseung in the process. after getting their drinks, they look around to see almost no where to sit. not a single table to fit all of them was available.

in one of the tucked away areas, sunghoon spots an empty seat at a smaller table. the only catch was there was someone sitting across from it, hunched forward over her laptop. he can’t see much of her figure but he immediately recognizes her features. it’s you. well, a more mature and grown up you, but he couldn’t forget that face for the life of him.

sunghoon’s feet drag himself across the crowded room, catching the attention from the neighboring groups he passed but sneaking away quiet enough to not alarm his own friends. the three are too caught up arguing about what to do. sunghoon can hear the faint voice of jay suggesting going somewhere else while the other two shoot him down as he walks further away. he makes his way all the way up to your side. you look up, scanning him, confused but unamused. “this seat taken?” the first words he said in a year and half to you. still not not giving him any emotion, you hesitantly shake your head once, immediately bringing your focus back to your essay.

ignoring him only works for so long, his gaze not leaving the top of your head. you can feel his stare piercing into you, finally meeting his eyes. “what’s your deal?” the irritation and bluntness in your tone is all too evident.

he shrugs and answers nonchalantly, “nothing, just go along with it.” his answer is hushed, almost as if he’s a bit embarrassed.

“what are you trying to pull here, park?”

“can i not just sit here and peacefully drink my latte? am i that disturbing to you?”

“considering that the second you started walking in this direction, everyone had their eyes on us, then yes, you are that disturbing.”

“they’re not looking at us.” he pauses before continuing with his rant, “they’re looking at you.”

“and why the hell do you think that is?”

“they’re all trying to figure out what could possibly be so interesting about you that i would choose this seat.” he says it like it’s the most obvious answer.

you scoff and turn to see the lingering stares of the others in the cafe. “well, if it isn’t the god park sunghoon being as humble as ever, gracing me with his presence and having mercy on a peasant like me.” the sarcasm dripping off your tongue like venom.

he smiles warmly at your animosity and chuckles. “i’ve always loved your sense of humor.”

“funny cause i’ve always despised yours. i’m gonna ask one more time. what do you want, park?”

he only shrugs. hesitating before responding again, “i like it here. i like talking to you. it’s familiar… comfortable.” he sees your expression change subtly. it’s only for a second before you regain the prior look. he tries to read you. he caught you off guard and his pride brings a smirk to his face.

by now, he finally tunes back into the situation around him and can feel his phone going off in his jean pocket. he pulls out the phone to see dozens of notifications, quickly stealing a glance back up at you to see that you’re already back to typing away on the previously forgotten assignment. he laughs as he sees the boys blowing up their group chat asking what he was doing. he looks up, finding the three sitting at a cramped booth with shock and confusion written all over them.

“enjoying the attention?” your turn to break the silence. when he turns back to you, you continue, “you’re no stranger to it but you’ve always loved it.” he gives you a slow nod, turning the question back to you. you answer him, “you know that it’s not my forte.”

“and why is that? scared people will get to know the real you?”

“oh please, like you aren’t afraid of me exposing all the dirt i have on you. imagine the buzz i could create with all of your old baby pics.”

he jolts up from his relaxed position, eyebrows raised, and completely on edge, “you wouldn’t dare.”

you lean forward in your seat, elbow resting on the table, cheek resting in your palm, and chuckle, “try me.” the words leaving your mouth quickly and a smile immediately replacing it.

“you’re finally smiling at me. good to know you still have emotions.” he gets you to laugh again. you spend the next 20 minutes catching up. looks like you two kept more in common than you thought. things run smoothly between the two of you, some of your old memories and inside jokes being brought up. “why didn’t this happen sooner?”

“what, us talking? i mean, you and i stopped running in the same crowd and school got the best of us. i will admit, though, freshman year sucked without you.”

he sighs when he hears your admission. “how about this? a proposition. i’m sure you’re aware that i don’t have the best reputation.”

you cut him off, “you can say that again.”

“haha, very funny,” he throws in another sarcastic comment. “you know you’re not exactly the most approachable either. hate to be the one to break it to you but you’re pretty intimidating.” he notices the expression on your face turned into one of annoyance at his last statement, “don’t look at me like that, you know it’s true.”

you dismiss the slight jab, telling him to continue. what you don’t expect is the next four words to come out of his mouth. “go out with me.” he sees your face drop, “oh come on, stop looking at me like that.”

“so i see, a little bit of time without me and you go insane.”

“look, i don’t mean actually date me, i mean… pretend to.”

again, you stare at him like he grew another head. “you want me to fake-date you? what are we, in a k-drama now? sorry hoon, you’re attractive but i would’ve preferred hwang in-youp or song kang.”

now he’s a bit annoyed, answering cockily, “i am so much better looking than them.”

“you wish.”

his jaw drops for a few seconds and then he chuckles. “i’m serious, think about it. we go out and spend time with each other like old times. i don’t look like i’m so incapable of being in a committed relationship and you don’t look like such a loner. no offense.”

“offense taken… but i see your point.”

“see, look at you using that smart brain of yours. this would be no strings attached. just two friends helping each other out while simultaneously deceiving everyone else. i know how much you love tricking others.”

you sit quietly, weighing the pros and cons in your head. “deal.”

iii. bro code

a few days later, sunghoon sits in his shared apartment with the boys, slumped on the couch as they eat dinner. “why are you guys so against it? i thought you wanted to see me in a relationship and now that i’m in one, you guys don’t approve. make it make sense. i should be free to date whoever i want.”

“yeah dude,” pausing to take a bite of his burger, “we get that.” jay answers, seeing how defensive his friend is getting.

jake interejects, “we respect your choices, but like… her? of all the girls that are falling at your feet, you chose her? the one that has no interest in you at all? i know you’re powerful but i don’t get how you managed to pull that off.”

“i feel like you could’ve consulted us about it first. bro code, man.” heeseung says as he shrugs his shoulders and sips on his soda.

“that’s kinda why i like her, because she isn’t all over me like the others. she’s cute and fun to hang out with. just give her a chance. honestly, what’s the worst that could happen? we go out and it doesn’t work. no harm in trying….”

that seems to do the trick as the boys lay off from the topic, going back to their own dinners and watching the latest episode of the penthouse.

later that night, sunghoon leaves their dorm to meet up with you. you agreed earlier that if you needed to meet up and talk that you’d go to the art department. perks of being an art major allows you a studio to spend your time in, secluded from the outside world. in this case, you and sunghoon don’t have to worry about nosy roommates.

when he arrives, he makes sure to take the back entrance like you mentioned. he makes his way through the deserted halls, glancing at each room he passes, and taking note of the various pieces framed along the corridor walls. he gets to the end of the building, finding a studio decorated with your name on the door. he silently enters. you don’t notice him at first with your back against the entrance and the music playing too loud through your airpods, focused on molding the clay on the pottery wheel. he grabs an empty stool, propping it beside you and taking a seat. he takes off one of your airpods, putting it in his own ear.

you finally turn your head towards him, “how long ago did you get here?”

“just now. how long were you waiting?”

you sit up, facing his direction. “i had a couple of classes today and came here to finish some stuff, been here for… what time is it?”

“um… almost 11.”

“then like four hours.”

“you’ve been working on that for four hours? what even is it, and when did you start doing pottery?” he points at the unfinished ceramic.

“not just that. i had some paintings that i needed to finish for my portfolio and those are in a separate room to dry. this,” you refer to the clay, “is just something i’m working on for fun. i got into it cause one of my profs suggested i try another medium.”

he nods along while you explain. “you can keep working on it while we talk.”

you hum in confirmation and turn back to the wheel, rewetting your wands. “so how do we make this believable? seems like people already know. word spreads quick when it comes to you.”

“we just need to act like a couple. so hanging out, going on dates, posting each other here and there, and being affectionate.”

“wow you finally found an excuse to kiss me,” you laugh as you joke with him, him following suit. “sounds reasonable, not much different from how we were as kids, just now we have to call them dates.”

“shouldn’t cause too many problems. just don’t fall in love with me, babe.”

you smile at the new nickname, “likewise, hoon.” you continue throwing the clay, molding it to your desired shape. you hyperfocus on the sculpture, tuning out the boy sitting next to you as he watches—he catches on that you still have the habit of pouting whenever you work on your art. you hunch forward, letting some of your hair fall in front of your face. too caught up, you don’t notice that sunghoon left his seat to stand behind you. he takes your locks and ties it into a messy ponytail. you snap out of your tunnel vision to ask, “why do you just have a hair tie handy?”

“i always had to carry some around for you because you always lost them. i never grew out of it, i guess.” he grins warmly, “do you remember how many times you had complained when you would get paint in your hair and i would have to clean it up for you?”

“how could i forget?” the night ends with more laughs and reminiscing on your childhood. time really does fly faster than you think.

iv. rated pg

the bell rings as you and sunghoon enter the convenience store. you two are discussing the movie you two just watched as you walk through the aisles.

you split up agreeing to meet back at the register. you make your way to the drinks in the back while sunghoon goes to get snacks. you grab an iced jasmine tea for yourself and an iced vanilla latte for hoon. sunghoon yells over the stands as he browses, “hey, what should i caption for my insta post?”

you respond loudly, “i don’t know, something related to movies.”

sunghoon looks at the picture on his phone: a photo of you two snuggled up in the theater, most of your face hidden in his hoodie. he types in quickly “rated pg for park’s girl <3”, hits post, and goes back to browsing. he goes to grab bento boxes, honey butter chips, candy jellies, and practically everything his eyes landed on.

when you make it to the cashier, you see sunghoon with his arms full. “you good there, park?”

a muffled “yup” is heard behind all the food.

you look around, walking away when you find what you needed. going closer to him, “why didn’t you just grab a basket?” you start to take some things from his arms, lightening his load.

“i… uh… didn’t think of it.” he pauses in between, an embarrassed expression adorning his face. you giggle as you take everything to be rung up, missing how his ears turned red. you catch the worker’s name on his tag, jungwon. before you can take out your wallet to pay, sunghoon’s already entering his card into the machine. you whip your head around, ready to tell him off. “nope, do not look at me like that.” you roll your eyes at him as you grab the bag with what you just bought.

“oh come on… you can’t seriously be mad at me.” no response from you. “really? the silent treatment?” he scoffs jokingly when you cross your arms against your chest. he comes closer to bend down and wrap his arms around your waist. “it’s snacks. it’s not that big of a deal.”

you release yourself from his grasp and walk out of the store, still faking being mad. you mumble, “whatever,” under your beath but still loud enough for him to hear.

he bids jungwon a quick “have a nice night”, not missing him calling the two of you a cute couple. sunghoon meets up with you outside, already sitting on the curb of the parking lot.

v. pretty boy

the start of a new semester. en-4 are sitting out on the grass of the quad. surrounding them are various groups of students, typical for the buzzing campus on a crisp spring day.

“you need to cook the noodles first. end of discussion.” jake says sternly. he and heeseung are in a heated argument over the proper order of cooking ramen.

heeseung defends himself, “you are so wrong. you make the broth first to build the flavor.”

jay brings his attention up from his phone, “neither of you should be allowed anywhere near a kitchen.”

out of nowhere, a loud car horn is heard, drawing the attention of every student in the area. sunghoon looks up to find you leaning against the passenger door of your car and yelling, “hey, pretty boy! get in.” he chuckles at both the label and how bossy you sound, turning to his friends to grab his things. the three of them are stunned at him.

jake breaks first, “wait, what?”

heeseung lets go of his argument with the australian, “dude, are you seriously leaving?”

sunghoon only nods as he walks away, not letting them ask any more questions. he notices all the watching eyes and decides why not put on a show? he shouts out to you, “thought i was picking you up later, babe.” he makes sure to emphasize the nickname as his infamous smirk tells you exactly what his intentions are.

“lecture ended early, love. prof had some emergency. thought why not surprise you…” you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he reaches you and let him lay a quick peck on your cheek. “now come on, i’m taking you out on a date so either hop in or lose your chance. your choice but i don’t have that much patience so hurry up.”

“yes, ma’am,” he leans in closer and guides his hands lower from your waist. “but i’m driving,” he says as he sneakily takes your keys from your back pocket,

“you sly fox.” he laughs at the new nickname as he opens the door, letting you sit down before closing it. he makes his way around the hood, noting that all attention is still on you two. he meets eyes with his friends again, the three looking much like the faces he saw in the cafe almost six weeks ago. as he buckles in and starts the car, you rest your hand on top of his on the gear shift. he raises his eyebrows and gives you a charming smile. “by the way, why’s your friend looking at me like that?”

he looks back up to face the boys, “which one?”

“jay. since we started doing this, he keeps looking at me weird—like weirder than the others.”

he tilts his head to the side when he realizes that jay is indeed looking in your direction, but his eyes are focused solely on you. “jay is… how should i put this? you know what i’ll tell you later. for now, tell me where to?”

vi. jukebox

the hazy red glow of the neon lights and checkered tiled floors welcomed you as you led sunghoon into the local diner. this place was a staple in your childhood, your go-to hangout spot with the aforementioned boy when you were still in your youth.

“i will say, this is a nice surprise.”

you look up to sunghoon as he sits across from you in the vinyl booth seat, “i knew you would love it.” you laugh with each other as you get situated, seeing a young but tall—why is he so tall? he looks like he’s only a teenager—server coming towards your table.

“hey, i’m niki and i’ll be taking care of you guys today,” the giant says cheerfully. “anything i can start you guys with?”

sunghoon looks up at the boy to take your order swiftly, “two strawberry milkshakes, please.” you watch as niki nods and walks back to the counter.

“well, well, well, park… you remembered?” you question teasingly with a cocked eyebrow.

“you’ve always had a sweet tooth. no wonder you loved me so much,” his turn to turn up the typical park sunghoon charm.

you scrunch your face in annoyance, “you should become a comedian.”

“i will never get tired of your sarcasm. it really just… keeps me going.” his way of joking back. “stay here. i’ll be right back,” he says quickly as he looks behind you and gets out of his seat.

you wait patiently for him, assuming he’s just going to the restroom. unbeknownst to you, sunghoon is making his way to the jukebox on the other side of the restaurant. he flips through the song list, finally finding the one he wants. he quickly puts in the coins and sets it in the queue. as he turns to go back to you, he sees an engraving on the side. he runs his fingers along it as he inspects the writing. property of sunghoon and y/n. he thinks back to your last day of eighth grade when you two etched the label onto the wood. he joyfully walks back to your table, ready to let you know about the memory. he sits next to you now, resting his arm behind you and around your back,

“what took you so long, park?”

right as he’s about to explain, niki comes to your table, “two strawberry milkshakes. anything else i can get you two?”

you turn your head quickly to the boy sitting next to you, seeing his eyes are already focused on yours. “um… no, i, uh, think we’re good.” you stumble and stutter a bit. you watch him as he nods his head and walks away. regaining your composure, you ask sunghoon again, “so what did take you so long?”

once again, he gets interrupted. the sound of “purpose” by justin bieber playing over the speakers makes him stop. he gives you a second to register the song, “that’s why.”

you tilt your head down and look at him quizzically, “really? this is why?” you reach to your drink, sipping on the straw as you wait for his answer.

he mirrors your movement, nodding his head in confirmation. he too drinks from the tall glass, contrary to your use of a straw, he opts to drink straight from the rim. he pulls the milkshake away, leaving some on his upper lip.

you burst into quiet laughter, turning your gaze away to not spit out your own shake.

sunghoon furrows his eyebrows in confusion, “what’s so funny?”

you turn back to him, “you got a little something there, park.” you wipe away the liquid from his face with your thumb, popping into your own mouth to clean it up.”there, all good now.”

sunghoon freezes in his spot, trying to comprehend what just happened. it’s quick but he feels something. trying to shake off the foreign feeling, he turns to face forward again. he feels you lean into him, head resting on his chest. a small grin appears on his face, humming along to the justin bieber tune still playing.

“i missed hearing you sing.”

sunghoon looks down at the crown of your head, “really? you used to always tease me about it, though.”

you shake your head with a light laugh, “i never meant it. whenever you sang, it always calmed me. i used to think… if you didn’t pursue skating, you could’ve been a singer.”

“and then what? i would bring you around on tour everywhere and sneak you in backstage?”

“that could’ve been fun.” you now laugh louder than before, him along with you.

there it is again. sunghoon’s not sure what it is, trying to suppress the odd emotion. he sits there, cuddling up to you in the booth, finishing the strawberry milkshakes, just hoping you can’t hear the way his heart starts to beat faster.

sitting at the bar, snacking on fries, and trying to not be seen by you two are heeseung, jay, and jake. they ask themselves would they really be considered sunghoon’s friends if they didn’t follow them and stake out their date.

vii. nerds

sunghoon picked you up from the art department today. he showed up about ten minutes too early, and he got permission from your instructor to monitor your class from the back. he waited outside the door while you cleaned up, earning a few prying looks from your peers as they exited. as you drove back to his place, you agreed to have a movie marathon.

opening the door to his dorm, you say “we are watching star wars. luke, leia, and han solo are a way better trio than three child magicians.”

sunghoon defends his choice, “first of all, they’re wizards. second, i’m offended. harry, ron, and hermione use magic with their wands. all star wars has is weird weapons and robots.”

“they’re literally in space and excuse you, but does something called—oh, i don’t know—the force ring any bells? they’re jedis, duh.” you rolls your eyes, making your annoyance clear.

sunghoon stops in the hall, “harry potter has spells and potions.”

“star wars has chewbacca.” you stand next to him with your arms crossed.

definitively and matter-of-factly, sunghoon says, “quidditch.”

“you can’t seriously believe quidditch is praiseworthy?” you look at him crazily.

“you two are such nerds.”

you both freeze, turning to see the rest of en-4 sitting in the living room. in the midst of your argument, you both failed to notice the others were home. you realize that jay was the one to stop you two. you also realize it’s the dreaded time for the best friends to finally meet the “girlfriend”. sunghoon seems to realize it as well, reaching to intertwine your hands to both sell the act to his roomates and to calm you down.

he leads you into the living room, meeting eyes with the boys. “so… guys, this is y/n, my girlfriend.”

“it’s so nice to finally meet you! i’m jake. sunghoon here has been holding out on us. i mean, come on, it’s been like two months and he still hasn’t introduced you to us.” the australian continues on with his energetic and positive ramble, asking you questions about your relationship.

heeseung butts in to tell jake to slow down. “i’m heeseung. jake’s right though, you two started dating before winter break and we’re barely meeting you now. sunghoon is always hanging out with you and telling us everything about it. honestly, all i can tell you is to run while you still can.” the others all laugh at his antics.

sunghoon scoffs, “hey, i’m not that bad.”

you excuse yourself to get a drink from the kitchen. you can hear jake spitting out more questions like rapid fire to sunghoon as you walk away. you reach into the fridge, fishing out a water bottle.

behind you, jay enters quietly. “you two are cute together.”

you flinch at his voice, “geez, dude. almost gave me a heart attack.”

he chuckles under his breath and leans against the counter, “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. i met sunghoon at freshman orientation and we immediately became friends, but i’ve never seen him like this.”

“really hoping you mean that in a good way.”

“don’t worry, it is. you know… he only has a soft spot for you. the three of us are his best friends but he only ever smiles like that with you.” he sways his head back and forth as he rambles, taking a pause between his words. “stay with him. it’ll be good for everyone.”

you smile at his approval, “you wanna know something? he actually said you would be the hardest to win over. he said something about you being super protective over your friends… yet, at the same time you trust their judgement. he told me that when he and i got together, he wasn’t scared to tell you but more worried as to if you would like me.”

he smiles with you now, “that all he said about me?” he asks while raising his eyebrows in curiosity.

“he also mentioned that you’re a good cook.”

viii. proud

a professor of yours is holding their annual spring showcase for contemporary art. every year, a handful of students are chosen to join and display their art amongst other renowned artists. you happen to be one of the few, a top contender chosen for your abilities.

you’ve invited your friends, including en-4 to come by the studio and see your work—albeit a bit nervous for their reactions. you stand on watch by your section, greeting the patrons and waiting for the boys to arrive.

thankfully, they show up within the first hour of the gallery opening. they each show up looking professional and chic, sporting all-black fits—most likely at the hands of jay. sunghoon immediately finding you and leading the way for the rest. you welcome them in, explaining your collection, the concentration being “vulnerability.” the works are a mix of several mediums, majority being oil paint, each displaying a closeup of various people. the paintings show their bare faces, imperfections and blemishes with nothing to hide.

the night continues with more and more passing by, complimenting your collection. by the time the exhibition ends, you and sunghoon are the only ones left in the studio. he’s stayed in the same spot, eyeing one piece incredibly closely. throughout the entire showcase, he had kept going back to the one canvas. you join his side, linking your arm with his. “this one is my favorite,” you hear him say.

you look up to meet his eyes, “why this one?”

“because… it’s you.” you takes your arm out and moves to stand behind you, now wrapping himself around you and resting his chin in the crook of your neck. he holds your hands in his, “i am so proud of you. times like this, i am proud to call you my best friend.” he turns his head, kissing you once on your jaw, and then pulling slightly back to kiss you again on the cheek.

you turn around, hugging him closer with your arms around his shoulders, “thank you.” you hold each other for a few minutes. when you pull away, you lock eyes. you feel your heart beating against your chest and your breathing getting faster. you snap back to reality when you feel sunghoon’s lips on yours. you’re not sure why you tangle your fingers in his hair and kiss him back or why he grabs onto your waist while backing you into the wall. he continues placing pecks on the corner of you lips, creating a trail down to your neck. when you let out a sigh and say his name, he stops. there he stands, a few feet in front of you, awkward and unsure of what to do next.

he breaks the silence, “it’s late. i should drive you back home.” he watches as you slowly nod your head. the drive back to your apartment was dead silent. you tried to occupy yourself by looking out the window.

when he drops you off, he bids you a quick goodnight. “um… text me when you get back home.” sunghoon just looks forward, muttering “ok” before leaving.

in the elevator, you look at your reflection on the metal doors. you make your way inside your place and take a seat on your bed. your mind is too busy reliving the moments with sunghoon before. you try to comprehend what you should do but find yourself too tired, instead falling asleep and missing his text.

ix. spring break

it’s currently the middle of april and the boys have made you an honorary member of en-4. you and sunghoon have been pretending to be a couple and successfully tricking everyone for the last four months.

everyone has the week off for spring break. jay, being the generous guy he is, rented out a cabin in the mountains for the now five members of your friend group. you all rode in one car on the way up, and you totally didn’t fall asleep in the middle seat while cuddling into sunghoon’s side.

you all decide to settle into your rooms once you arrive. “so there are four rooms, two downstairs and two upstairs.” jay pauses, looking towards you and sunghoon, “i assume that you’ll be fine sharing one.”

you immediately answer, “yeah, for sure.” you look to see sunghoon avoiding your gaze, sensing knowing looks from the others. sunghoon and you already guessed that they would make the two of you share a room and truthfully, neither of you minded. growing up together meant a lot of sleepovers and sharing beds so this was no problem.

he continues on, “great, you guys can take the master bedroom on the second floor cause it has the most space. i’ll take the room next to you, heeseung and jake can take the two down here.”

everyone agrees and sets off to their assigned rooms. you and sunghoon drop your bags onto the mattress, starting to unpack. the interior is spacious, the tall glass sliding doors allow lots of natural light to come in. the room itself is cozy, king size bed with matching bedside tables, and a big fluffy area rug. you’re too distracted to notice that sunghoon has gone outside to the balcony. he leans against the railing, taking in the scenic views and the breeze, basking in the setting rust-colored sun. when you finally realize that he’s not next to you anymore, you silently make you way onto the balcony, wrapping your arms around sunghoon from behind.

he tenses up at the sudden contact, relaxing when he realizes it’s you. there it is again, his heart is acting up like at the diner. he’s noticed it more often—the way that whenever he sees you, his heart beats differently. this weird feeling in his chest, this warmth that only shows up around you. he gets lost in his thoughts, envisioning what could become of your situation.

“what’s got you so lost?”

your voice snaps him back to reality. he turns around to face you, “uh… nothing, just thinking.”

just when you want to question him further and talk about what happened at the showcase, a knock is heard on the door. sunghoon walks away, going to open the door. both of you can feel the awkward tension when he leaves his spot.

“hey, we’re kinda hungry so we’re gonna order some food and watch a movie downstairs,” jake informs you two when the door opens. “feel free to come down and join whenever.”

“yeah, we’ll be down in a bit,” sunghoon tells him as heeseung nods before leaving you two alone again. you both finish getting settled before heading downstairs. you gather around the couch as ponyo plays on the tv and you reach for a tray of sushi.

the night continues, the moon sitting high amongst the stars. after the movie, dinner, and some drinking games, everyone retires to their respective rooms. you plop yourself onto the bed, tired after the day’s activities. you hear sunghoon getting something from his bag along with the rustling of some plastic. you crane your head up to see him approaching you. he sits on the edge of the bed, now with fluffy headbands and face masks in hand.

you scoot back a bit, “nope. no way you are getting me to do that.”

he laughs lightly at your antics, “oh come on… let me take care of you, at least just for tonight. please.” he gives you a pleading look with pursed lips, dragging out the “please” to show how desperate he is.

that was the deciding point that led to a spa night. you both changed into comfier clothes, you borrowed one of his hoodies and sweatpants. sunghoon got settled in closer to you and you reached for his wrist to grab one of the elastic bands. you adjusted your position to sit on your knees, reaching up to tie his hair back. he, on the other hand, took one of the headbands to bring your hair back and away from your face.

by the time midnight rolled around, you two were snuggled under the comforter with face masks, surrounded by junk food, and on the fourth episode of some random netflix show. as the night continues, a wave of sleep starts to overtake both of you. you help each other take off the masks and clean up, getting distracted every few minutes because one of you would start messing around. the boys had stopped by to say goodnight, catching you two in the middle of a mild pillow fight. after sending them off, you fall asleep in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth of your shared embrace. heeseung had snuck in at one point and stole a few quick pictures to tease you two with.

the dawn breaking through the sheer curtains causes you to stir in bed. you turn to see the alarm clock on the nightstand say 6:02. untangling yourself from sunghoon’s grasp, you sneak outside. you climb up to sit on the rooftop, feeling the cool chill of the dewy morning. the time alone gives you a sense of serenity.

meanwhile, sunghoon moves under the covers, confused why he can’t feel you. his eyes open and he doesn’t find a trace of you in the room. worried, he gets up and quietly searches the house, making sure to not wake the others. he goes into the backyard, seeing a shadow on the ground with an unusual shape. he looks up to find you perched on the roof, facing the opposite direction. he eventually climbs up to sit next to you. he hesitates before getting closer and putting his arm around you. you sigh as you lean into him. there you both stay, watching the sun come over the horizon in a comfortable silence.

x. disaster averted

the following week, you all return to campus. needless to say, the break was well used—the days at the cabin mostly being spent at the lake or around the campfire. another day spent hanging out at en-4’s dorm after classes. sunghoon went out to pick up food for everyone. you are in his room, trying to cram for an upcoming test and failing miserably because the other three are all playing fifa way too loud.

while the boys are playing, the doorbell rings. jay gets up to check who it is, seeing a young girl and immediately recognizing her. he lets in yeji, sunghoon’s little sister. she casually joins the boys around the tv, catching up on whatever has been happening in their lives. sunghoon arrives back home within twenty minutes.

“i’m back with the food,” he shouts out loud enough for everyone to hear including you behind his closed bedroom door. he places the plastic bags on the table, looking up to see another face. “yeji? what are you doing here?”

she gets up to greet her brother, giving him a hug, “it’s my spring break and i wanted to stop by.” sunghoon then realizes that his family doesn’t know about him becoming friends with you again or about your current situation. he drags her into the kitchen hurriedly, “ok so here’s the thing… you remember y/n?”

“of course! she’s like my big sister.”

his breath gets caught in his throat for a second, “yeah, don’t call her that. anyways, her and i are friends again,” he sees yeji’s eyes widen with excitement and continues with his explanation before she can cut him off, “and she’s my girlfriend.”

“what?!”

sunghoon panics and covers her mouth with his palm, “fake girlfriend!” he rushes out the whisper. “the guys don’t know that our relationship isn’t real and i’d like to keep it that way. they don’t even know that we were friends beforehand. yeji, i’m begging you to go along with it. please do this for me.” he clasps his hands together in front of him with a pleading expression.

the young girl crosses her arms in front of her and pretends to think about it, “hmm… fine.”

sunghoon blurts out a chant of “thank you’s” not knowing that his sister only agreed cause she always thought that you and sunghoon would’ve been a good couple. he tells her to help the others set the table while he goes to you. he quickly explains what’s happening and you’re just excited that you get to see yeji again. you both leave his room and you make your own way to the living room, spotting the other girl and exchanging glances.

yeji stops what she’s doing to turn and face you, “who’s this?”

you answer back casually, “y/n. i’m a friend of the boys, and you are?”

“yeji, sunghoon’s younger sister.” she says it proudly, bringing a grin to the aforementioned boy.

“oh, you’re yeji? hoon was right… you are pretty.”

she tilts her head and cocks an eyebrow, questioning you “why would he tell you about me?”

jake chimes in like it’s second nature, “i mean, why wouldn’t he tell his girlfriend about his sister?” he states like it’s so obvious. “they’ve been together since december.”

“girlfriend?” she takes a step back in false shock, “since december? why didn’t i know about this?”

“what? i don’t seem like your brother’s type?”

“it’s not that. i’m just surprised he managed to get and keep a girlfriend. you’re like, way out of his league and he’s a loser.” one thing to know about yeji is that as much as she loves him, she will never miss a chance to tease her brother.

with a scoff, you finally hear sunghoon join in beside you, “not gonna lie, that one hurt a little.”

“i’m so telling mom,” she says with a mischievous smirk.

you laugh at sunghoon’s shocked face and smile at the younger park, “i like you, i think we’ll get along just fine.”

“i like you, too.” she looks at sunghoon, “keep her.”

everyone laughs at the interaction as they settle in to eat. sunghoon sits to your right while yeji sits on your left, wondering how his two favorite girls learned to be such good actresses.

xi. returning the favor

fast forward another month, the end of the semester means the dreaded finals week again. sunghoon has been, for lack of a better word, slacking on some of his classes and is now juggling to prepare for exams and revisions. couple that with yeji telling his mom about your “relationship” and her nonstop questions, all of this stress has been piled on. this all amounting to him getting sick.

now, sunghoon being sunghoon means that he pushed everyone away and hasn’t told you about his condition. luckily for him, you’ve been cooped up in your studio trying to finish your portfolio and also prepare for your exams. unluckily for him, the boys have gotten worried and heeseung called you.

which brings us to the present, sunghoon stuck in bed with a fever, congestion, and neglected notes. a knock on his door does nothing to help his headache but seeing your face meekly peek in makes him relax. “what are you doing here?” he asks hoarsely.

“did you really think i wouldn’t find out?”

he avoids your glare, “i didn’t want you to worry.”

“honestly i’m not upset that you’re sick, but that i had to hear it from your roommates.” you come closer to him, clearing out the scattered papers and textbooks from atop his bed. you sit on the edge, taking out some medicine and cooling packs that you picked up from the convenience store.

“you really don’t have to do this,” he twiddles his fingers in embarrassment.

you tie back his hair and place one of the packs on his forehead, “you’ve always been the one taking care of me, so i might as well return the favor.”

you busy yourself with getting the cough medicine ready and sunghoon takes an actual look at you. he notices that you’re wearing his old skating jacket, the same one he gave you at your high school graduation. he makes more room under the covers, allowing you to come closer and lay next to him. he drapes one arm over you and holds onto the end of the jacket sleeve, “i can’t believe you kept this.”

“we stopped hanging out and we weren’t in each other’s lives for a year and a half after being together basically since birth,” you pause, a little saddened thinking back. “this was the last thing i ever got from you. it’s all i had left.”

he brings you closer, neither of you caring if you got sick. “well… now you have me again. for good.”

xii. the party

the end of the school year has finally arrived. some seniors from the txt frat are hosting a big party to celebrate. of course, en-4 was invited—mostly thanks to heeseung being close with them. although you have made more friends and now have a more active social life, parties are still not your thing.

yet, much to your dismay, being friends with designated party people means that you’re getting bombarded with pleas to go regardless. sunghoon took the lead on convincing you, “please, i promise that it’ll be fun.” the boys join in, their voices overlapping. sunghoon practically tackles you onto your couch while pouting and furrowing his eyebrows in desperation.

“stop looking at me like that. i can’t think properly when you do that.”

right on cue, the boys start to tease you. jay clears his throat and jake makes kissing noises, meanwhile heeseung starts singing y/n and sunghoon sitting in a tree… while you just glare at them.

“if i say i’ll go, will you all leave me alone?”

they all shout “yes” in unison. which is how you ended up at the crowded frat house. although they had begged you to come, they practically abandon you and sunghoon when you get there. jake had yelled back to you that his friend sunoo from his econ class called them over for beer pong.

you and sunghoon find a big bean bag in the corner and stay there for a bit. he offers to get you both some drinks and leaves to the kitchen. you’re not sure how long he’s gone but you eventually get uncomfortable. you start wandering the house for some space to get some air. you find an empty room and make your way into the connected bathroom to wash your face. you take some deep breaths, then realizing that you didn’t tell sunghoon. as you’re about to step out, he enters the room.

“i figured you would want some space.”

“how’d you know where i was?”

he comes up closer to you, “in the sea of people, in this mess, in this frenzy… i will always find you. no matter what happens or who comes into my life, i always find my way back to you.”

“what the hell is that even supposed to mean, park?”

“i mean…” he stops to compose himself, “oh for fucks sake, i’m tired of this being pretend. i’m tired of being allowed to call you my girlfriend in public but not treat you like it in private. when i kissed you at the showcase, i had wanted to do that for so long, and i’ve been wanting to do even more.”

“sunghoon, look-”

“wait, i’m not done. what i’m trying to say is that i want you to be my girlfriend, for real this time—not as a joke, not as a trick. i want us to be together as an actual couple because i like you, a lot more than you could believe-”

you cut him off this time, kissing him like he did all those weeks ago. you kissed him in the way that you weren’t sure what words to say other than, “i would love to be your girlfriend.”

sunghoon shines with the biggest smile, picking you up and spinning around. when he lets you down, he incessantly leaves pecks all over your face. he holds you close, “now, how about we go enjoy the party?”

you nod and lead him hand in hand towards the door. you turn the nob, only to have the three remaining members of your friend group fall at your feet. heeseung landing on top, shouting out, “i fucking knew it!”

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—MAKE YOU SAY “OH” EXTRAS: TINDER

extra meaning non-canonical occurrence; can be placed anywhere in the “make you say oh” timeline after couple (cha. 14) and before the final “oh”.

pairing—corpse husband x f!reader warnings—tinder profiles, tw: men, swearing. word count—2.6k. format— written. ─── ❥ req by nonnie: y/n makes a youtube vid/live stream where she's just swiping through her tinder acc and corpse literally blocks her lmao

author’s note—akldsljfs this was such a funny idea i could not not write it lmao

ultimate masterlist. myso masterlist

You have pulled the biggest brain move by setting up both a facecam and a screen recorder on your phone. All is beautifully displayed and visible during the stream. Your fanbase is particularly intrigued on what exactly are you planning on doing today, seeing as your tweet of “strea” had been a bit vague, if not downright ominous. No emojis. No elaboration. You couldn’t even be bothered to finish the word. Truly, a mystery. Everyone tuned in and are currently waiting with bated breath.

A few of your fans must sense upcoming doom because the overall mood in the chat turns from optimistically intrigued to...evil. It’s an entity all on it’s own now, clawing at you through the screen with various renditions of laughter and devil emojis. A few eggplants thrown in there for good measure, accompanied, naturally, by the scandalous water drops. At first the common consensus is that you’re biting the bullet and going through your camera roll on stream. Definitely an idea worth considering, though you frankly don’t know what lies at the start of the 11k photograph journey, and you are afraid to check in public. Could be a harmless meme, could be a salacious pic you had saved of an OF star. It’s really a gamble. Either way, you would definitely get banned. You might still get banned. Why do you insist on doing shit like this?

Because it’s funny. Because you’re kinda stupid. Because it’s just so absolutely laughably easy to do.

A smile quirks your lips, and while it is not explicitly smug, the look in your eyes sure is, “Greetings,” You utter lowly, dimming the lights--the budget for this stream! Ugh, you went all out, “my children.”

mother i crave violence

sensing evil energy rn!!

i do not claim the energy in this video for myself or anyone else watching this 💖💖

^with peace and love shut the fuck up

“I know y’all lowkey hoes-” Upon your words the chat splits into two: one side eagerly agrees (even shares a few OF accounts! How helpful, supporting small businesses!), whilst the other feverishly insists on innocence. You make a face stuck somewhere between offended and bewildered, “Now c'mon now-I know you. I know you all. We’re the same, don’t-what was that?”

You try to scroll back to the comment but it’s loss in the sea of incoming messages, “I swear to God I just saw-”

Corpse_Husband: i love late night streams it’s not like i have anything better to do.

“COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPSE!!!!”

rip headphone users

i cant feel my face when im with you by the weeknd but instead of face its my fucking ears

yall think full vol on pc is better?my parents woke up 😭😭😭😭

To think he’s spending his last waking moments for today with watching you (he probably still would have anyway, because you do not posses an ounce of shame or self-control and pester him relentlessly)! It makes your heart sing, and suddenly, a traitorous, fun hating idea barges it’s way through the crowd of incoherent buzzing and states: don’t do this. For some reason it also has the voice of Rae. As if that would work in guilt-tripping you- Rae never succeed, and her fictitious rendition in mind won’t fare much better either.

Still, you thought about it. That must count for something. Corpse will understand, won’t he? Why don’t you want to upset it in the first place? Men look so funny when they lose their shit, like hello, don’t you have anything better to do? But the image of Corpse just sitting there, hurt, distraught, leaving you on seen because he’s in his sad boy hours leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

queen rly went from 🥺😊 to 😕 u ok bbgirl?

Corpse_Husband: no pouts cutie

akjdjoeijdfse cUTIE??? deadass boutta r.i.p.

Well that succeeded in eliminating everything from mind, doubts included. If this was an anime, the scenery would shift into something roseate, with flowers and bubbles and sparkles all around you along with a halo or two. Alas, not an anime, rather reality. The led-lights, however, seemingly possessing a will of their own, slowly turn from deep violet to pink. You smile brightly, like the absolute dumbass you are, and you are met with a ray of heart and blushing emojis. You are just so cute, a real cutie! Still in your disguise adorable state, you swipe your finger on your phone screen, the grin never leaving your lips.

There, among the plethora of apps, nestled sits a red square with a white fire plastered on it. The delicate calligraphy on the bottom reads: TINDER.

The mood changes once again- you’re giving the roaches emotional instability by how quickly everything flips over- and the chat spams eggplants vigorously; some, of course, bravely fight against the thirst.

nooooooo i thought y/n is gonna stream in a god honoring way!!!

^pack it up girl defined

“So, Charlie and I-” You note a few awfully curious comments and squint, “-yes, we talk a lot. Charlie is a really good friend of mine. We’re best friends. Brothers. Sisters. Cousins. The whole fucking family tree-no, that sounds weird. Delete. Anyway, Charlie, being the absolute fucker he is, said, hey, you know what would be funny? And I was like, nooo, what would be funny, Charlie? And he says to me, he says, says, making fun of men on Tinder. And if y’all need any more proof that Charlie and I are platonic soulmates, then dunno, my children, my roaches, I dunno-I dunno what more to give you.”

You can’t be bothered reading the comments, there’s too damn many. You also need to save your reading comprehension for the actual bios. It has a time limit, that darn thing.

“Okay, so I made a profile earlier, but I hadn’t swiped on anyone yet-” Despite the fact, Tinder helpfully informs you that already 99+ people have swiped right on you, “So, this is me,” You show the pictures you have of yourself, and damn, not to be a conceited narcissist, but you look really good. Like if you saw yourself on Tinder, you’d super like instantly. “Uhm, so, my bio-my bio says: let’s sauce in the tub together, ya dig? splishy splashy, giggle giggle.”

i cant believe we are witnessing y/n trying to form a coherent sentence live

shes trying give her time

ya dig??? y not capeesh

what scene from the godfather is this lol?

“My anthem, is,” You laugh, covering your lips with your hand, “Corpsie, this is form you-” Proudly, you show that indeed, Corpse’s E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY FUCKING LIFE is listed as your anthem on Spotify, “Hehe.” Yes, you say that aloud.

Corpse_Husband: you’re killing me Corpse_Husband: thanks baby Corpse_Husband: now delete tinder ❤︎

You ignore his last quip, deciding it’s finally time to get this show on the road, “Right, let’s do this shit. I’m not actually going to swipe on any guys that look, uh, decent? Yuck, can’t believe I just said that, uhm, because I-because I feel like some actually deserve a chance with someone? I don’t wanna get anyone’s hopes up, as I am currently in a long distance relationship with Chrollo. So I’m just gonna swipe on, like, frat boy assholes. Because I don’t care if I hurt their feelings. Quite frankly I don’t think they possess them in the first place.”

The chat voices their agreements. With the ground rules set, you, giddy, click on the first profile.

Does Tinder know what you’re doing, your plan? The FBI agent watching you through your phone must be working overtime, bless his heart. They must, because the the first guy to meet you is named Jason, and there he is, blond hair and blue eyes, holding up a fish the size of his torso. Marginally adequate in looks, pretty good muscles. A solid 7 bordering on 8. He’s the same age as you, 15 miles away, and he studies at some college you don’t care enough to look up. Bio reads:

I like to drive fast. Fishing is my passion, but if you can’t catch me by the ocean, you’ll catch me catching waves, bro! Love a good gym date. You do squats, and I’ll keep a close eye to make sure you’re doing it correctly ;) You probably saw me at a party. Leader of the The Phi Kappa Psi. I’m a Gemini, if that matters lol.

You, of course, read it aloud, dramatically; provide some constructive criticism-he seems nice, but he’s a Gemini, so naturally, you can’t trust him at all! Also, that gym date session leaves little to be desired. With your rant done, you swipe right, and shocker! (not), it’s an instant match.

“Okie, I still wanna swipe of some profiles, so I’ll see what he’ll text later-” For a second you wonder the legalities of this stream, but you’re having too much fun to think of it further, “guys, I won't get sued, right?”

NOW she considers it

well....

if you do, we’ll kickstart your lawyer dw <3

Onto the next profile. Kevin, 25, is seen fixing his car- or, you assume he’s mid-fixing it, you don’t really know why else he’d hold a wrench and be covered in oil. He’s shirtless, and the caveman part of your brain echoes something closely resembling AWOOOGA!, but...but!...blonde hair, blue eyes. You pout again, “I don’t...I don’t really like blond boys, ya know? With the blue eyes and all, it’s just not my thing, uhm, unless it’s like-like...Armin from Attack on Titan. Else I don’t care.”

Onto the bio:

You have to treat a car like you treat a woman: go on long rides, take the lead, but most importantly, keep her oiled up 😜

“What the fuck did I just read?”

The chat is equally confused. You swipe right anyway- another match. Too easy.

The stream continues without incident for a solid thirty minutes- all of your matches, expect a few that genuinely looked like normal dudes that really couldn’t write a decent bio to save their lives, had been blond hair blue eyed gym rats with ranging forms of misogyny. Some opened with asking for nudes out right, some asked about your day first before asking for nudes. You prefer the former. Straight to the point! You admire the gall.

But then, down the forty-five minute mark a profile popped up that made you still by your phone, your smile dying as your eyes bulged. Dear God. Lord in heaven. Who is this demonspiit lookalike and why is he so fucking hot? The neck tats, the skateboard, the clothes- holy shit, you gotta close your mouth before some drool dribbles out.

No bio, just his name, Tyler, and that he’s 23.

“He boutta be 23 in me.” You mutter, swiping right with lightning speed.

WHAT DID SHE SAYYYYY?????????

tyler is y/ns karma for relentlessly mocking that one guy that had a whole ass list on what his “female” partner should be

^he deserved it and also tyler seems like a typical fuckboi y/n grow a braincell

look at mom 🥺 her eyes are sparkling

It wasn’t a match right away. You somehow expected as much, but it still upset you. Simp behavior, pathetic. The stream continued bravely, and when Tyler messaged you a simple “yo” you totally didn’t sequel. You didn’t manage to text him back on stream: texting all those guys that you didn’t really find all that attractive was easy, but this...You’re a sucker for a man who radiates red flag energy. His whole profile is a red flag. He might just be a red flag himself.

What can you do? Suddenly becoming color blind is not easy. Once the stream ends, you unmatch with everyone expect Tyler. He you chat with for a bit, but a sudden craving for different company makes you abandon him, too. You don’t feel too heartbroken for him- you’re certain there’s already too many girls in his dms. You wish them luck.

Happily, you delete Tinder. You go to Twitter, notice you’re trending again- look at you go! Queen shit- and as you compose a thank you tweet, something strange happens. You go to text Corpse, but when you click on his profile you grow cold.

YOU’RE BLOCKED. You can’t follow or see @/Corpse_Husband ‘s Tweets.

...Pardon? You hop onto Instragram and-also blocked. Seriously? And you thought you’re one petty bitch. Corpse is seriously prissy about everything. Damn, if he didn’t like your stream, he could’ve just said so. Didn’t need to, like, block you from his internet existence. So not cool.

You try texting him but no text go through. Well how will you let him know you deleted Tinder just like he asked? You relieve your frustrations by punching your pillow a few times. Later, you apologize to her, you didn’t mean to hurt her, it’s not her, it’s you. Fuck, 5 minutes of exile and you’re already loosing your mind.

“Raeeeeeeeeeeee!” You whine loudly. It’s roughly 2am now, but you don’t care. You’re too heartbroken to care. There’s a thump from her room, but nothing else, “Raeeeeeeeee!!!” You wail, wallowing in self-pity on your bed. You hear a very loud, very annoyed sigh from her room, followed by angry marching. Your door is abruptly thrown open, and in the dim, colorful light you see her scowl.

“What?” She grits.

“Can you please tell Corpse to unblock me from everything?”

“What did you do now?”

“I made fun of men on Tinder.”

She pauses, “...That doesn’t sound so bad.” She surmises, voice laced with suspicion, “What else?”

“...There was one really hot guy that I kinda sorta talked to after--”

“Y/n.”

“-But I totally deleted Tinder and honestly he was pretty boring, so, like, uhm, please?”

She sighs, the servery of which implies she is holding the weight of the world on her shoulders, and instantly you know that you won. She taps away at her phone, “You owe me one.” She states, and before you can reply, she exits your room and slams the door behind her.

Grinning, you text his phone again. The message goes through, oh gosh, you’re so relieved you feel like crying. This has been, officially, the worst five minutes of your life.

You Y DID U BLOCK ME LOSER!!! MAJOR LOSER ALERT!! I DELETED EVERYTHING IT WAS A JOKE r u still mad at me? y u always mad at me i never do anything:(

my husband You’re my baby, how do you think I’ll react when I see you publicly simping for some asshole on Tinder?

Oh no, he used the words, he delivered the killing blow. You’re finished. Your heart can’t take such a workout.

Not that you would ever admit it to him, though!

You hehe ur jellyyyy u always dis jealous hehe?

my husband Not jealous.

Yeah, you might not be the brightest tool in the shed, but even you know that’s a lie. You send him an array of kissy emojis that he doesn’t have the decency to reply to. Then, completely unprompted and dead serious, you send him a simple voice memo, saying: “You really have nothing to worry about, you know? You’re my favorite, Corpsie.”

He responds via text, reiterating that he’s not fucking jealous and that he just doesn’t like when you show such outward interest in anyone but it’s not like he cares or anything. It’s just really, like, weeeeird to see his baby simping for another man like that totally ruins the whole dynamic!!! It was only natural that he should block you on every social media platform, including his personal number (which, like, was completely necessary! Doesn’t matter that his viewers can’t see it, it’s gotta be super believable!), and inform his followers of that, because it’s all a joke, like, for the dynamic, that Youtube grind, you know? Ya dig? No personal feelings were involved at all. He totally wasn’t upset that you found someone else cute, no way!

my husband I’m not jealous. Lol.

You ik u repeated tht like 50 times u trynna convince me or??? lmao

my husband No comment. ...You don’t actually talk to anyone else like we’re talking, right?

You no one else calls me their baby if thts wat ur wondering at least not to my knowledge lol im all urs

my husband That makes me very happy to hear:)

Yeah, it makes you very happy, too.

hope you liked it!! xx

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