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james-is-here · 3 months

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His bed hasn't looked comfier than it did after a day with barely any breaks but he didn't want to stop, so instead of falling onto his bed, he sits at his desk.

Opening his laptop, the blinding light stings his eyes as he starts working again. Nothing exact, jumping from project to project but eventually, about an hour later, his focus is broken by a knock at his door and it opening a moment later.

"Chan, why you still up?" "O-oh, I...editing." He answered honestly as his manager, Mn, sighed and gave him a soft smile. "Don't stay up much longer." "I won't, Mn-nim"

When he left, Chan sighs and closes his laptop, the thought of the familiar comfort of his bed extremely tempting as he changed out of his clothes and got in bed, his soft comforter was warm and comfortable, surprisingly lulling him to sleep quickly.

"Good boy, Channie, that's it."

His body ran warm, squirming around his bed as he pants and whines, his blankets eventually end up off his body. Only being half awake, he didn't realize he had rolled onto his stomach and started grinding into the mattress, his noises completely ignored by himself. They were quiet, but someone in the living room heard.

Mn didn't mean to fall asleep at the boys dorm, he does have his own place but he only meant to stay an hour extra to make sure Jisung was okay since he had a cold. Mn sat up on the couch, leaning on his elbow as he tries to gauge if the noise he heard was worth checking or one of the boys was just using the bathroom. His tie askew and shirt unbuttoned at the first button, his hair ruffed up even more as he dragged his hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes to wake up a bit more.

When he heard a faint whine and cry, he sat up and made his way to the bedrooms, catching the sound from Chan's room. He must be having a nightmare, poor guy Mn thought as he cracked the door open, seeing Chan with his blankets thrown about and crying, nothing else, but when he stepped further in he heard Chan whimper his name followed by a moan, Shit was Mn's first thought as he flushed and turned around but he stopped. He felt wrong standing there, listening to his whimpers but Chan almost sounded in pain, desperate.

Mn sighs again, taking a deep breath before willing himself to ignore the noises and wake Chan up. He's their manager and he's always there to help, would it be wrong to...help Chan?

It took a simple shake of his shoulder and the male woke up, gasping softly before he shot up and over to the other side of his bed as he pulled his blanket over him. "Hey, Chan, it's okay. Just me." "What-" Chan flushed and was suddenly aware of his soiled boxers and his painful hard on. "U-Um, W-What are you still doing here?" "Was making sure Jisung was okay but I ended up falling asleep on the couch. You...You sounded like you were having a nightmare, you okay?" Mn knew better but he didn't want to further embarrass the male. "Y-yeah, I'm fine."

Mn thought to just walk out and let Chan be but Chan sounded like he really needed this release. "Chan, outside of idol necessities, I help you and the boys whenever I can." He sat down on the edge of the bed, still leaving space between him and the other. "I know you weren't having a nightmare." "Mn-nim, I-I'm sorry, I-I know it's wrong-" "Hush, I was gonna offer to help you relax." "Y-you...r-really?" "Yeah. I'll go at your pace and whenever you say stop, I'll stop. No matter what."

Chan was desperate and honestly, he thought his manager was hot, like how is he a manager and not an idol or model?

He slides closer to Mn slowly. "Help me, sir, please." Mn nods, raising a hand to place it on the side of Chan's face and pull him closer, leaning in and placing his lips on Chan's plump ones. It was experimental, soft and gentle before Chan leaned forward more, the kiss becoming firmer as Chan's left hand reached out and gripped Mn's dress shirt.

Mn noticed Chan trying to get closer and moved his hand on Chan's face to his thigh, gripping it as he pulls it to have Chan straddle him, his other hand moving to the males other thigh as he draped his arms over Mn's shoulders. Mn slid his hands up Chan's thighs and held his hips, guiding him through a gentle rhythm over his lap and helping him grind down onto his lap.

"S-Sir, I-I need more, please. Please..." Chan said softly when he pulled back, panting over Mn's lips. "No need to beg, Channie, I'll give you more." He moved to put Chan on his back before settling between his legs, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt before taking off his tie and throwing it aside before going to remove his pants and shirt but Chan stopped him. "C-Can you keep this on for a little while?" Mn smiled. "Yeah." He answered before leaning down a capturing the males lips in a firm kiss again.

His right hand glides down his body, teasing his nipple before sliding further down, his touch leaving behind goosebumps with how light it is before the hand lightly strokes Chan through his boxers, causing him to moan into the kiss letting Mn slip his tongue past his lips, licking into his mouth and drawing more addictive noises from Chan, he wants to hear them out loud. Maybe another day, but he won't keep his hopes up.

His finger slips past Chan's waist band, tugging at it before pulling away from Chan to sit back. "Be quiet now." Chan nods with a whine as Mn lifts his hips up to pull his boxers down and off to toss them away, his following shortly after. "Please, I-I want to feel full, sir, please, it hurts." Chan pleads quietly as he reaches out for Mn. "Chan, I'm gonna have to stretch you first." "No, please, it hurts." Chan's dick was heavily leaking precum, the tip angry as it twitched on his stomach.

"Channie wants to cum?" "Yes, please, Sir. Hurts so much, I wanna cum." "But it'll hurt more it if I don't, baby. Just a little?" Chan whines, throwing his head back as he squirms under Mn. "Channie, be good will you? The faster I stretch you, the faster I can fuck you." The moan Chan was quick to muffle outdid any porn moan, the rest of it muffled into the back of his hand. "Like that, huh? Wanna be a good boy?" Chan nods with teary eyes as Mn's hand moved to Chan's mouth, replacing Chan's palm with his fingers.

"You're such a good boy, Channie. Always looking out for the boys and being the best leader ever, I'm honestly so proud of you, Channie, so proud." Chan keens at the praise, hips bucking up to find friction. "Settle, baby." Mn uses his left hand to hold Chan's hips down as he pulls his fingers from his mouth. His hand moves to Chan's hole, teasing it with his middle finger before pressing gently, soon enough being able to push his other finger in, scissoring Chan's hole gently while kissing along his neck.

"S-Sir, please..." Chan whispered desperately, hands gripping Mn's bicep and the pillow below his head. "Okay, Okay." He slowly pulled his fingers out, moving to stroke himself a little to use his own precum and remaining saliva over his cock before pressing his tip against his hole. "S-sir, k-kiss..." "hm, loud one, aren't you?" Mn teased before leaning down and kissing Chan deeply as he pushed into Chan. Immediately pulling a long moan out of Chan which Mn swallowed greedily, although he'd like to hear Chan's noises, he still accepted the muffled noises as he groans roughly into Chan's mouth in return at the male's tightness. Pulling back slightly, Chan's moans escape and Mn shushes him. "Channie, baby, need you to relax. You're a bit too tight to keep going, precious."

He leans his head back with a soft mewl as he tries to relax. The gentle stretch was intoxicating and he wanted more, breathing slowly and focusing on Mn kissing down his neck again and Mn gently squeezing and massaging his hips and waist. "That's it, Channie, thats it. You feel so good, so warm." Eventually, Mn was fully inside Chan, letting him adjust and coaxing him to slow his breathing. "Chan, slow down, I'm here, it's okay." Mn hovers over Chan, his left hand next to Chan's head as the other gently brushed through his hair, moving sweaty strands from his forehead before his hand rests on the side of Chan's face and his thumb rubs over his cheek.

"M-Move, Please, M-more..." Mn gently pulls back until just the tip is in Chan before thrusting back in, starting a slow pace. Mn grips Chan's thigh, squeezing it before moving it up to Chan's chest and doing the same to the other. The new angle let Mn fuck deeper into Chan as he leaned down to silence Chan with a firm kiss.

Mn pulled back and looked down to where he's connected to Chan, a breathy moan falling from his lip when Chan squeezes around him. He slows down, stopping when he's fully buried in Chan. "Fuck, you feel so good, Channie. So fucking good." "Please move again, please." Mn did so, leaning back down to kiss Chan again before he thrusted into Chan quickly, hitting his prostate constantly and pushing Chan further to the edge.

"S-sir, g-gonna...hng~ Please don't stop, g-gonna c-cum." "I won't stop, baby, don't worry." Mn reaches down and strokes Chan at the same pace as his thrusts. "Mn, c-cumming, ah!" A silent moan and Chan cums on Mn's hand and his own stomach. "Good boy, there you go~" Mn went to pull out when Chan gripped the collar of his shirt to pull him down. "Y-You have to cum. K-Keep going." "Chan-" "Please, I-I wanna feel full." "Want me to cum inside, huh? Wanna feel my cum fill your hole?" "Y-Yes, please." Mn began fucking into Chan again, overstimulating him but Chan loved the feeling, kissing Mn and clenching around him, wanting to push Mn over the edge. "Fuck, keep squeezing around me like that and I'll cum." "That's what I want, sir."

With another squeeze and a deep thrust, Mn fills Chan, coating his walls with small thrusts as he leans back, watching his cock sink impossibly further into Chan before he slowly pulls out, pumping himself a few time causing a few spurts of cum to coat his ass as the majority of his cum drips out of Chan's hole. He uses his thumb to scoop some cum up before inserting it into the tight ring, Chan jolting at the feeling and releasing a soft moan.

Mn snaps out of his daze and looks up to Chan's reddened face. "Will you let me go get a cleaning rag?" Mn asked, gesturing to Chan's legs wrapped around his waist. "No..." He said quietly before letting him go.

Mn stood, removing his shirt and blindly searching for his boxers before tiptoeing out of the room to the bathroom to get a warm rag. He cleans himself before heading back to the room only to be met with Hyunjin. "Mn-nim? Why are you still here?" He mutters sleepily, rubbing some sleep out of his eyes. "Um, was making sure Jisung was okay and I dozed off on the couch." "Why are you only in boxers?" "I-I only sleep with boxers?" "Whatever, I'm too tired and just need to pee." Hyunjin walked past him and into the bathroom as Mn exhales and walks back to Chan's room.

He crawled back into Chan's bed, gently cleaning him up before grabbing his boxers and sliding them back onto him. He covers him up, straightening the blanket out at the same time before leaning down and kissing his forehead before moving to collect his own clothes and go home before Chan grabbed his wrist. "Please stay, sir." Mn contemplates for a moment before sliding next to Chan under his blankets. Chan clung to Mn, burying his face into his neck and wrapping his arms around Mn's waist as Mn wrapped an arm around Chan's shoulders and waist.

A few minutes later, Chan's door opens and Mn turns his head to see who it was, Chan passed out already. "Mn-nim, if theres a next time, try a little harder to be quiet." Hyunjin whispers into the darkness before retreating and closing the door. Mn sighs with a smile before turning his head back to lay on the pillow, following Chan into the world of slumber shortly after.

Comments and feedback are appreciated, I hope you like this little blurb I thought of.

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sandinthemachine · 1 year

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ahh omg if your requests are open then please 🙏 getting fucked by könig in his ghillie suit, he'd be sweet too, making sure your face is shielded from the ground while he fucks into you

Here she is. I know you asked for sweet but he took over my brain and became a cocky bastard, I hope that sweetness is still under there somewhere

I did actual sniper research for this for some reason and the more I know the more I am sure babygirl would have been a terrible sniper

anyways here goes, come get your sweaty sweaty smut

Words: uhh like 1900

“How long do these things take?” König groans beside you, shifting so his shoulder bumps yours for the fourth time in the past five minutes.

“Eh, a few days, give or take.”

“A few…no, you’re fucking with me.”

You huff. “I’m convinced you didn’t even slightly research what being a sniper meant before you applied for it.”

“If I had known it would be this boring I never would have wanted it in the first place.” He groans, elbowing you in the gut as he wriggles in the tiny space below the bush. Well, not that tiny. It just felt tiny with a giant man who couldn’t sit still to save his life trapped in there with you.

A bone-deep sigh escapes you as you try to let it go. It’s not his fault your normal partner is out on medical leave right now. And it’s you who should have known better than to volunteer him as replacement. It feels stupid now, but you remembered thinking he would like getting to be a sniper for once. That’s what he wanted, wasn’t it?

He twitches again, managing to perfectly kick the bone in your ankle.

Thank god this isn’t his normal job.

“Hey, König?”

“Hmm?”

“I can watch the scope on my own. It’s probably going to be awhile. Do you have anything to do with your hands?”

He groans. “I left my whittling knife at base.”

“Here, use mine. It’s on my belt, can you reach?”

He nods, the fabric of his ghillie suit shuffling over yours as he reaches across you, fingers running over your waist as he reaches under the fabric to withdraw the tool.

You gulp at the unexpected contact. Hoping he didn’t notice, you turn your attention back to the field below. You don’t catch the swift glance he gives you, nor the way he shifts to bring his hips off the ground.

It takes König less than twenty minutes to demolish the piece of wood he brought. He doesn’t even carve anything, he just shaves it to shreds, narrowly missing his fingers countless times as you try not to watch.

He tucks the blade away, brushing the shavings aside.

You stifle another sigh, counting down in your head. Wait for it.

He wriggles, trying to scoot into a comfier position and banging the bones of his hip right into your side. You growl, pushing your gun forward and twisting to face him.

“How the hell do you get anything done?”

He scoffs. “Because I know how to do things quickly.”

“Yeah, because I’m sure ramming into things solves every problem.”

He snorts.

“What is it now?”

König leans over, mask nearly pressing against yours. “It’s solved your problems plenty of times.”

“You’re full of yourself, you know that?”

He chuckles, the soft sounds nearly disguising the way you know he’s smirking under that hood. “Yeah?” His voice drops to a whispering snarl. “Tell me you don’t like it.”

“I…ugh, I’m trying to focus here.”

He snickers, the sound spreading up your spine as he hooks a leg over your hips, pressing against your side. “How long did you say these things usually take?”

Your eyes widen. “They’re giving us…72 hours this time.”

“Well, I’d say that gives us…” he shuffles, checking his watch. “71 hours. I think we might…juust barely have time.”

“Psht. You couldn’t last that long if you tried.”

“Careful, little one,” he croons. “I thought you were trying to focus here.”

You grab a fistful of the fabric around his chest, yanking him impossibly closer. “Are you just gonna talk this entire time?”

“Now who’s impatient?”

You huff, opening your mouth to retort, but a calloused index finger presses on your lips through the suit.

“Shh,” he commands breathily, mouth hovering next to your ear. “Watch the scopes. And tell me…” he lifts himself up, maneuvering so he can press his entire body against your back, the hard length of him rubbing into your tailbone. “Which do you want first? My fingers…or my tongue?”

“Both,” you retort smugly.

He snorts. “Greedy little thing. Guess I’ll have to choose then.”

His hand slides down your side, fingers feeling through the leaves of the suit to find the seam. He pulls up your shirt, his hand dancing across your bare hip, the combination of skin and fabric sending a shiver over you before his fingers hook under your pants and underwear, yanking them down to expose you for him.

You inhale, covering your mouth with a palm as the cool air brushes over your bare skin.

He squeezes your flesh, a muffled squeal escaping your mouth. Your skin heats up at his self-satisfied hum, his warm hand sliding in between your thighs as his thumb just barely brushes over your slit.

You buck into him, needy and impatient, but he humors you this time, sliding his hand up so the length of his thumb presses against you, the rough tip rubbing into your clit. You gulp, squirming at the sudden pressure, only for him to push his thumb against you harder just as he drops more of his weight onto you.

You gasp as your shoulders give out, his forearm sliding under your head as he pins your torso to the ground. You bury your face in the fabric, swallowing a moan as he slides a finger into you.

“Are you watching?”

You bite your tongue, shakily raising your head to bring an eye to your scope. He adds another finger, lazily pumping them in and out, and your vision blurs as you focus on holding back a whimper.

Your willpower, however, is crumbling faster than you care to admit as his fingers work into you. The crisp stalks of grass waving in the sights slide into each other, morphing into subtly flowing waves, perfectly mimicking the pattern of tremors you feel tracing the edges of your bones, lapping up your spine and pulling your muscles into their undertow.

“K-König, I’m-”

“I know.” His head tucks into your neck as your face falls to his arm again, teeth tangling in the rough fabric of your own mask. Gunpowder and smoke and metal-sharp tangs explode across your tongue as your own body halts and stutters, trapped beneath him.

A wave of magma flows up your back, caged by the suit and his body above you so that it continues to crash against your skin, sending another tremulous whimper past your lips.

Finally you lift your head again, struggling to reach once again for the scope as your neck shakes. His arm shifts, a palm pressing into your jaw and lifting upwards as long fingers grasp easily along either side of your face. You relax, eyes half-closing as you let him take the weight of your head.

You breathe his name again as his fingers leave you, his entire suit rustling as he lifts himself up.

Searing heat licks at every corner of your being and still you tremble, back arching into the weight of him as he finally frees himself. He sighs, pulling back just enough, and then his velvety head is catching at your entrance, the shadowy edges of your vision closing in as he thrusts himself into you, stretching you until you feel you might burst at the seams, that perhaps the suit wrapped around you is the only tape holding you together.

Scraps of fabric brush against your bare skin as he sinks in deeper, tickling as they slide up you. Your fingers tighten into his arm, and it’s his turn to quiver as his own soft skin meets yours, his chest pressing into your back once again.

He’s buried in your neck now, hand tight against the crook between your jaw and throat, and you wonder if he can even breathe there, you’re barely breathing yourself, but he answers you with a great heaving inhale, as if he can pull you into his lungs and hold you there.

And then he lifts his head again, hips rolling against you. Once. Twice. Again. And with each motion a moan filters through his mask.

You want to hear him. You want him to be louder, to scream for you, to tell you how good you feel. Yes, that’s exactly what you want.

But not here. No, you can’t do that here.

“König, you have to be quiet.”

“I know, I know,” he pants. “It’s just…” he presses his face into your shoulder, burying another whimper in the shaggy fabric. “Stop clenching, stop or I’m never…I’m never gonna last.”

“And I…I thought you said…we’d be going for days.”

He hisses, hand clamping over your mouth as his hips ruck against you harder, your pitiful whine absorbed by his palm. He chuckles, a subtle shaking of his body you feel directly in your core. “And here you are telling me to be quiet.”

You make an angry sound, biting at his palm until he pulls back.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

As soon as you open your mouth he drives into you again, dragging roughly along every sensitive spot inside you. All that comes out of you is a choked gasp, hands scrabbling on the ground in front of you.

“Yeah,” he breathes, a huff of amusement bursting from his lips. “That’s what I thought.”

Then his hand is on the column of your throat once more, still holding you up, nearly taunting the way your gaze still hovers over your scope, all tendrils of clarity gone.

You screw your eyes shut, watching the sparks throw themselves against your eyelids until even they are blurred and everything draws itself up tight within you, impossibly tense and white-hot.

His hand is over your mouth now, just in time to halt the scream that reverberates along the thick sludge of your mind as flares of new heat overtake you.

He drags his other arm under you, gluing you to him as he settles as deep as he can go, a mess of staggered syllables shaking his jaw and curling over your ears as his warmth spreads within your own, burning and soothing all at once.

He settles against you, the pleasant heaviness of his form grounding you through the last aftershocks, holding you up as your own muscles remember how to do it themselves.

Your vision is focused now, eyes once again glued to your scope even though König still drapes himself over you. He’s long gone soft inside of you, his entire body languid and motionless.

He’s finally still. Maybe he’s asleep.

You giggle at that, and a muffled groan rattles his throat.

“What was that?”

He raises his head, leaning his face into your temple. “Whadiddi miss?”

You giggle again, reaching back to hold his head, but catch movement in your sight. An outline familiar from a dozen mission reports ignites every instinct within you, and your hands are already tilting your gun, eyes watching the way the grass waves. Left. Just slightly. You move your scope slightly to the right, raising it up to account for the distance.

The man turns, exposing his torso.

“König.”

“Yeah?”

“Stop breathing.”

“What-?”

“Hold your breath. Now.”

He inhales as you do, your crosshairs stilling as you feel your heartbeats, timing the pauses between them.

Thump.

Bang.

Red sprays onto the ground below. The target stumbles backwards, glancing down, and with devastating realization, falls.

And inside of you, König hardens again.

I have decided to try a taglist, and will be sorting that out later today. Deadly Nightshade will be getting its own masterlist and a separate taglist, so if you want to be on that one you can comment there (if you already have, you're good).

If you want to be on the general taglist, message me or comment on this post. I cannot always sort through all the reblogs, but comments and messages I can sort through more easily.

Have a lovely day/night :)

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arden-au · 2 years

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── you make my heart flutter

enhypen x reader | fluff

a/n: basically more moments with enhypen. hopefully everyones been doing well! i actually went back in person for school after two years so there's that. anyways hope you enjoy!

heeseung

heeseung didn't mean to ignore you, his phone dying and his roommate taking the last working charger left him with a dead phone and no way to contact you. it didn't help the two of you left each other with tension filled words the night before, heeseung mulling over what he should say as he walks to your door with a apology bouquet in hand. he knocks a few times, stepping back as the door opens. he notices your worried expression softening as you meet his eyes, reaching forward to wrap your arms around his neck as if to confirm he was really in front of you. "hee! don't scare me like that. i know we didn't end on speaking terms last night but you worried me by not answering your phone" you speak rather quickly, heeseung barely able to catch everything you said. goodness sake, you're worried about him after what happened last night? he rests his chin on your head, bringing you closer to his chest as he sighs in relief. "i'm sorry (y/n), we're good now yeah? lets go inside and talk about it" he suggests, slightly nudging your body towards the hallway. he'll make it up to you, he promises.

jay

jay likes to think he knows how to do mostly everything. but he'll pretend not to know how to fix his tie every time just to have you in front of him fixing it. jay enjoys the concentrated look on your features, how your eyebrows scrunch from time to time and the look of satisfaction when it came out perfectly. at first the cry for help was genuine, jay apologizing while he stood close to proximity with you, but overtime became a moment he enjoyed. his eyes observing your features with a soft smile on his own features. but you indulge your boyfriend, his embarrassed smile paired with the mess around his neck. undoing the knot, you fix his necktie perfectly in place as you always did, leaving a kiss on his lips as he loops his arms around your lower waist. "you're a lifesaver (y/n)" he coos, leaning his head towards yours for another shared kiss.

jake

jake blinks up you apologetically, thanking you for the warm lemon tea you prepared for him as he sits up in bed. you take a seat next to him, reading over the thermometer readings. he swears its just because he forgot his jacket, but you think its the consequences of a karaoke session with his friends late at night. you decide to cook some warm noodles, and some tea while you were at it. as you get up to leave, you felt a hand on your wrist. snapping back you meet his soften gaze, eyes begging you to stay even without him saying anything. "jake let me start something for your to eat, i'll come back in a bit" you reason, his grip on your wrist only tugging you back to the bed. he lays back down, patting the empty space reserved for you with a tired smile. "fine I guess we can relax for 10 minutes" you sigh, finding your place beside him as he clings to your side, resting his chin on top of yours. he hums in victory, you only rolling your eyes as you closed your eyes briefly, already feeling this wouldn't take 10 minutes like you mentioned.

sunghoon

its past midnight, the creaks on the stairs with each step he took only resulted in a muttered curse to leave his lips. he hoped he wasn't waking you as he opened the door, carefully maneuvering through your shared bedroom without the bedroom light to guide him. after changing into some comfier clothes, he peels back the blankets slowly and notices your figure curled away from him. as he dips into the mattress, your figure turns at the movement. his eyes widen sightly as he slowly settles down, biting his lip as you stir. "sunghoon?" you sleepily question, eyes drowsily opening as you see a blurred figure appearing in your view. "yes it's me (y/n), let go to sleep yeah?" he whispers as he leans in for a kiss on your forehead. he smiles as you lean into his touch, shifting your head to lean on his chest. wrapping his own arms around you, he falls asleep quite easily.

sunoo

it's getting chilly, fallen autumn leaves decorating the sidewalk as you two walk hand in hand towards the cafe. your cheeks a bit cold from the weather, you squeeze sunoo's hand as you both share a look of affection. well at least you were, "(y/n) it's too cold" he jokingly complains, putting your linked hands in his pocket to warm his hand a bit more. "oh don't be like that, we're almost there and we can get some hot drinks" you replied, rolling your eyes. you ignore your heart fluttering noticing his small gesture as you smile to yourself. you've recently noticed sunoo's been more open to affection in public which you've enjoying. though your pulled from your thoughts when you feel a slight pinch on your cheek, your eyes meeting sunoo's. "daydreaming on me? come on let's go" he teases, tugging you towards the entrance of the cafe. you blush but comply and follow along, thoughts of your boyfriend seemingly to continue to distract you on the way there.

jungwon

you practically smush your cheek against the window, observing the rainfall from the safety of your windowsill. jungwon only chuckles at your actions, teasing comments bubbling in his throat as he goes to rest his arm on your shoulder. he glances over at your face before returning the scene outside. after moments contemplating against his better judgement, he decides on grabbing your arm and walking outside to get a better view of the rain. you're shocked at first, before letting go of his hand to reach up to catch the rain in your hand. 'it's nice' you think, despite the unsightly feeling of your clothes getting damp. you glance over at your boyfriend, who's gaze about at the rain clouds. smiling to yourself at the idea that formed in your head, you press your lips on his cheek. jungwon blinks, before turning to face you. he cups your cheeks, before briefly pressing his lips to yours. as he pulls away, he notices your redding cheeks and how your eyes widen in surprise. he wears a smug grin, tugging you back inside while you're still processing what just happened. "n-no fair!" you manage to sputter out, jungwon cooing about how cute your cheeks look on th way in.

niki

he's suspicious, eyeing you giggling over whatever you were looking at on your phone. he peeks over, realizing it was your wallpaper that had you occupied. specifically, of him sleeping on your chest. he quickly leans forward and swipes your phone from your hands. you react immediately, whining for your phone as he holds it above his head. "out of all the photos, that one? i'm about to drool there" he pouts, a bit shy knowing you've shown that photos to your friends and maybe his friends as well. "it's one of my favourites though, look how cute you look" you reason, giving up on getting your phone and crossing your arms in a mirrored pout. his face softens, lowering his hand holding your phone before wrapping his arms around you and leaning forward till you both fall back onto the couch. you both blink at each other for a few seconds before sharing a laugh.

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carpisuns · 9 months

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moving blogs

hey guys, i've been debating about this for a while, but I've decided to make a new main. From now on you can find me at @marimbles!

Maybe it's because I used to delete my tumblr account every few years haha but I've just really been craving a fresh start! To me and probably most people here, carpisuns will always be a miraculous blog, but i have become a lot more multifandom and I'd like to have a space that I feel better reflects me and my interests moving forward. I also feel like I might be a bit comfier with fewer followers in general(?) Idk, a blank slate just sounds nice!

I thought about deleting this blog, but I would hate to lose everything on it, so I'm going to keep it up. And maybe I will still occasionally pop in here, idk. But starting soon I will no longer be active on carpisuns.

Thank you for the years of support and community! I've made so many friends here and received so much encouragement, first as chatnoirinette (if you were there back then haha) and then as carpisuns. It means the world to me! The ML fandom was especially kind to me as a brand-new artist in 2019 and I can honestly say I wouldn't be the creator I am today without that community.

OK this sounds like a goodbye lol I will still be here! Just somewhere else. Obviously I'm on a crazy zelda kick right now that may last for anywhere between a month and a million years but I still love ML and TOH and will probably post art for them sometimes over on my new blog. but yeah just fair warning that it will be a lot of zelda lol

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Orange Slices (Joel Miller x f!reader)

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story summary: A story about finding companionship and love in the midst of chaos.

a/n: I read a few books and remembered how to write again :) Sorry for being gone for so long. I will be doing a huge revise of the whole story, just because I had planned on doing that all along… and of course I kept putting it off and before I knew it I was almost 15 chapters in, so between the time of posting this updated and chapter 14 and writing chapter 15, just keep in mind that I did not go MIA again, I am working on updates. I'm going to try to get chapter 14 up tomorrow!

**I wrote this at work so if there’s typos, I’m sorry. I tried my best to catch as many I could and I get so eager to post**

word count: 9005

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Chapter Thirteen

Fuck, fu–ck, you incoherently hear. The distant sound of someone’s voice draws you out of your state of sleep. Your eyes gently flutter open, eyelashes brushing up against your under eyes as you take a deep breath in and tensing your body up as a way to somewhat stretch your limbs due to the limited space offered by the couch. Must’ve been a part of a dream, you think as the silence makes your ears ring, your eyes darting around at different spots on the ceiling.

A fleeting feeling of intense nausea comes over you, as it does most mornings after you drink. You let a small moan escape past your lips as you run your hand over your stomach; you hate the feeling that you’re about to vomit more than anything. Rolling over onto your side, you nuzzle your face against the back cushion and pull the thick woven blanket further up your body to bask in the remaining warmth. The cold weather arrived early this year, leaving you shivering throughout the nights.

The longer you stay cuddled into the cushions of the couch, the comfier and more relaxed you become, your limbs now feeling like puddles of liquid. I’ll get up in a few minutes, you think to yourself, allowing your eyes to become heavy, not fighting your tiredness any longer. The swirling colors that the dim lighting of the room curated behind your eyelids begin to hypnotize you back to sleep.

That is until a loud thud comes from somewhere inside your house, causing you to shoot up from your lying position, still clutching on tightly to the blanket. Panic washes over you and your heart is beating faster than it has in a long time. You have your eyes locked on the staircase, straining your hearing for any indication where the noise may have come from.

God damnit, the quiet but gruff voice of a man causes you to quickly turn around toward the kitchen, more muttering follows, but you can’t quite make out what they’re saying. Just as you begin to take a small step forward, Joel pops up from behind the counter, tossing the paper bag filled with coffee grounds on the surface. He is very visibly frustrated, letting out a soft sigh. You find yourself to be somewhat confused, shifting your eyes just past him; the cabinet door is slightly ajar and two mugs sit side by side on the counter.

As his head comes past the edge of the counter, the two of you immediately lock eyes, widening at your presence as if he were surprised. You’re in my house, you think. You toss the blanket onto the couch, only breaking eye contact for a few short moments. Joel’s mouth opens slightly, however nothing comes out.

“You scared me,” You say quietly, yet relieved. Your heart still feels as if it were beating outside of your chest.

“Shit, sorry,” His words came out as mumbled, resting his palms flat against the edge of the countertop and leaning his weight into his hands. He looks down for a moment, letting out a breath of air as you come around the back of the couch, situating yourself across from him. “I was tryin’ not to wake you.”

Joel appears to be slightly embarrassed by the current situation, his cheeks very subtly stained pink and he’s rubbing his thumb over the laminate countertop. As the two of you continue to stand there, you can’t help but feel confused; confused as to why he’s in your house, not that you’re upset by the fact– just confused. Although, who knows what you potentially said to him, after James left, the last thing you remember is finishing off the bottle of alcohol while Joel quietly sat at the table across from you, babying the small glass he ended up pouring himself. You cringe at the thought.

“When did you become so… domesticated,” You say dryly, meaning it as a joke, jutting your chin towards the mugs, going up on your tiptoes to see the coffee ground that laid messily in a pile in the ground. It was hard imagining Joel as anyone other than who he’s shown you; a man who will kill to survive– do anything to survive– not someone who brews coffee in the morning for himself and his… whatever.

Joel follows your gesture, bringing his hand up to his chin, rubbing it gently with his thumb and forefinger. You cock your head waiting for his response. Although you intended it as a joke, you were still curious. This wasn’t typical Joel, not the one you knew, or at least not the one you thought you knew.

“Was tryin’ to make some coffee before we head out, but I hit my head on the cabinet door and dropped the grounds,” He followed up, gesturing first to the cabinet and then to the loose coffee grounds that were still scattered on the ground. Joel drew some air before continuing. “I changed your kitchen light by the way, the one that kept flickerin’, nearly gave me a damn headache last night.”

“Last night?” You furrow your brows, the mention of it brings you a sense of impending doom, your stomach twisting up in knots. Closing your eyes, you let out a huff of air. “Right, last night.”

Your voice sounds muffled.

With your eyes closed, all you can see is tJames’ face and the way it changed from his sweet smile to a look of utter dismay. You feel guilty for lying to him and you thought that by drinking you could drown out that guilt, but now it’s the next day, you feel even guiltier and you feel like shit. This time, you’ve dug yourself into a hole you weren’t quite sure how you were going to get yourself out of. What do you even tell James? Sorry, the sudden return of a man who, for some reason, I cannot get off my mind and makes my heart flutter like it never has before, caught me off guard so for the time being I’m just going to tell you to fuck off. Please just give me some time and space while I figure things out. No, absolutely not. If it had been anyone else besides James, maybe.

“Take these,” Joel breaks you out of your thoughts. He’s sliding two pills across the counter and then fills a glass up with water from the sink. “Maybe a shower will help too, you were pretty messed up when I left last night.”

You let out a small hum, picking up the pills from the counter and throwing your head back, swallowing them at once. Joel continues to watch you carefully, running his eyes all over you. You raise your eyebrows at him, which seems to snap him out of some sort of daze. He clears his throat, turning to the now boiling percolator.

“I got our assignment today,” Joel says. The realization he is returning to patrol makes you happy, something you had been secretly hoping would be the case.

“The hunting sheds,” the two of you say in unison. Joel gives you a single nod, pursing his lips. You simply stare back at him.

The hunting shed was one of your least favorite assignments. It’s fairly easy other than the fact you’re out all day, climbing up and down steep hills. It’s more so tiring than hard, but it’s something that obviously must be done to keep the security of Jackson up to par.

“Yeah, hope you’re ready for a full day of fun,” His tone is sarcastic. You can tell he is definitely not looking forward to it either.

You give him a very obvious fake smile, letting your palms drag along the counter as you turn to head for the stairs, desperately hoping this shower will be your saving grace from how horrible you feel.

–

You take the steps downward slowly as you dry your hair with the already damp towel, only stopping for a brief moment on the bottom step when you see Joel sitting at the table. He has one of his ankles propped up on the other leg’s knee, a mug in one hand and the other is holding up one of the old newspapers you always leave on the table. He seems to be engulfed in whatever he’s reading, his eyebrows furrowing as his eyes dart across the page, reading it line by line. The massive stack of newspapers that were once neatly stacked on one end of the table are now messily strewn about.

Quietly, you come up from behind him, glancing down at the paper and running your eyes along the bolded article titles. This one you know particularly well after the many rereads you’ve done. September 13, 2003; Community Development Plan Completed, building is to start November of this year!; Jackson Men To Complete 2,350 Mile Kayak Trip, 2,050 Miles down with 300 Miles to go! A part of you wondered if they ever did complete their trip, and did they come back into town to the infected, or how exactly that all went down.

As you pass Joel, your elbow grazes his bicep, causing him to jump, likely startled by your sudden presence; neither of you say anything. The chair he’s sitting quietly squeaks as he shifts his weight, while you make a beeline directly for the stove. As you reach for the mug Joel set out for you, he clears his throat, causing you to glance at him over your shoulder.

You let out a small hm, prompting him to spill whatever is currently on his mind before turning back around.

“You read these often?” he says, the paper crinkling as he folds it back up.

“Most mornings… gives me something to do,” you respond dryly as you slowly fill your mug, stream rolling off the top and the moist warmth hitting the bottom side of your chin.

“Seems like a lifetime ago.” He says in a small voice. The statement is so simple, yet seems loaded.

“No kidding.” You say softly, you’re not even sure if he heard you.

You turn around to face him with your mug in hand, giving him a tired look while you run your fingers across the tattered edge of the countertop with your free hand. There is no denying that you feel like shit. The shower didn’t help and you are almost positive the coffee isn’t going to do anything either. Your exhaustion must be obvious because Joel is looking at you sympathetically, carefully watching you as you stand leaning against the edge of the countertop. Taking a sip of your coffee, you look at him through the rim of your mug, the two of you meet each other's eyes. Joel quickly looks away, sitting up straighter in his chair and setting the newspaper down on the table. He lets out a deep sigh, using the wooden surface to push himself upright.

“I’m gonna go get the horses ready to go,” He says while walking over to the sink and setting his empty upside down, then pulling a thermos out from the side of his bag. “Meet me at the stables in 15 or so… will that be enough time for you?”

You nod your head, pulling your lip in between your teeth as he turns and walks toward you.

Placing his hand just above one of your hips, you take a few steps to the side, to which he steps where you were once standing. The feeling on his fingertips against your side makes your stomach jump and you have to fight against your instinct to shiver. He fills his thermos with coffee, you staring at him, watching his face. He glances at you, you can see his throat bob as he prevents the percolator from dripping down the side of his container. The air is still. Your eyes dart down to his bottom lip which he is toying at with his teeth. Your heart begins to thump loudly in your ears, he’s making it hard not to imagine what it’d be like to be the one toying with it for him.

“I’ll see you in a few,” he says awkwardly, and you give him a shy nod.

The moment Joel leaves, you can feel your body relax, letting out a small huff of air. You mindlessly gather different supplies, making sure you have a lunch packed. As you’re doing so, you let your mind wander, how you were going to handle things with James, now that Joel is back. It feels wrong to continue things with James, especially when he’s not who you want– he was never who you wanted.

Whether Joel feels the same way, doesn’t factor into your decision.

–

The air is quite a bit chillier than you expected. This year the cold weather has come early, something that sort of threw the community for a loop. The town square is always already filled with people by 6am due to the increased workload in the gardens, making sure everything can be harvested before the cold gets to it. Today was no different, you could hear the bustling of the townspeople the moment you took a step out from your house. The murmurs make your ears buzz.

You’re messing with the floppy straps of your backpack that always find a way to twist, not quite paying attention as you come out of the side pathway that separates your part of the community and the townsquare. When you finally look up, you immediately notice James and Joel and they are very obviously arguing. People start to slow down as they pass by them, confused as to what could possibly be going on between the two men. You are wondering the same. Did James say something to Joel? Would Joel really be that upset about something like that? You think, slowing your pace. You can feel your eyebrows draw together, your teeth clenching down hard.

As people pass by, leaving an opening for you to look through, you then notice Nessa standing a few feet behind James as well as Tommy engaged in what seems to be a pretty intense conversation based on his active nodding and hardened facial expression with Maria. You feel your heart sink into your stomach. Continuing your slow pace, you observe the loosely formed group.

Nessa and you catch eyes, a fire is burning behind her eyes, before walking over to Tommy, tapping his shoulder, and gesturing in your direction. In unison, the four all stop their conversations, turning to look at you. They each hold a different facial expression. Joel appears to be heavily annoyed but his look softens when the two of you make eye contact, James looks nervous and mildly perturbed, Tommy’s usually cheery expression has been exchanged for an outright stressed one, and Maria looks concerned yet confident as always. The range of emotions make your stomach churn.

As soon as you and Tommy make eye contact, he lurches forward, quickly approaching you with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his worn jeans. You stop in your tracks, hoping he can give you the run down of exactly what the fuck is going on.

“You’ve been doin’ your patrol alone?” He doesn’t waste time asking, his voice is hushed not wanting the other around to hear. He places his hands on your shoulder and blocks you out of the view of the others. His usual kind, soft eyes are now intense and dark.

Fuck, you think to yourself, parting your lips ever so slightly, not quite sure what to say. You kept Tommy in the dark about this, not wanting him to worry and honestly, it was better if he didn’t know. You explicitly lied when he would ask you about patrol or when you’d tell him peculiar stories about the events that happened out on patro, usually pulling someone’s name out of thin air whoever was your partner for that day.

“James came to Maria this mornin’ with some concerns about you,” Tommy adds, anticipating your response, desperately hoping that James’ accusations aren’t the truth, or at least not the whole truth. His expression is pleading, darting from one part of your face to another.

As soon as James’ name rolls past Tommy’s lips, you dart your eyes over to him, who quickly tips his head down toward the ground, completely avoiding you. You can feel your face feel with heat which only makes the throbbing in your head to worsen, and chaos begins to brew in your chest. Fucking James.

“Tommy,” you say, sounding outright guilty and round your posture. Sweat begins to pool in your palms, soaking into the strap of your bag that you were still tightly holding onto. He lets out a disappointed sigh, shifting his eyes past you.

“Jesus Christ,” He says breathily, slightly shaking his head. He begins to knead his fingertips into your shoulder blade, taking a moment longer to think. You stare at him blankly. “Okay… we’ll figure this out, just tell Maria the truth, I’ll see what I can do after that… but she is not going to like hearing this.”

“Yeah,” you say quietly in defeat, looking down at your feet before looking back up at Tommy. “I’m sorry Tommy.”

When he finally looks back at you, he gives you a pitiful smile, one that quickly fades. Sliding his hand back between your shoulder blades, he guides you over to the rest of the ground. Nessa is still giving you a deathly stare, which annoys you because a few days ago the two of you were fine, you were laughing together over some old memory from your time as school girls. What changed so suddenly?

You can see her mouth move, saying something just quiet enough to where you couldn't hear her with you still being a few yards away. Joel’s face twists up, twisting his upper body toward her. Don’t fucking say that, his voice is unmistakable, and so is the harsh intent behind his words. She’s very clearly biting her tongue, fighting the urge to shoot something back at him, but before she can make the decision to respond, Joel turns away from her, chewing on his bottom lip. You can see the anger boiling inside her as she sticks her tongue in her cheek, shaking her head.

As you come up to the group, she scoffs, storming off into the opposite direction.

“What’s going on,” you ask. Your body is facing Maria, but you keep your eyes fixated on James who still won’t look at you.

“James’ had some… concerns regarding your patrols, would you be able to talk in my office? Me, you, Tommy?” Maria responds cooly, her tone seems hesitant yet confident. You’re sure this must be an awkward thing to do, the whole he said, she said situation. You force yourself to swallow against the lump of anger in your throat.

“Of course,” The annoyance you feel hangs heavy onto your words as they come out of your mouth.

You glance between James over to Joel and you begin to follow Tommy and Maria. His eyes are intense and you notice the quick rise and fall of his chest.

“I’m coming too,” Joel’s voice is loud as he tightens his grip around the bottom of his pack straps, taking a step forward towards you. A few community members who remained to watch, exchanged looks between each other.

Maria lets out a heavy sigh before turning around.

“If he’s going, then I am too,” James quickly adds. You know he doesn’t actually want to be there, but if Joel is going then he must too. You roll your eyes.

“Neither of you will be joining us,” She says firmly. “James, you already told us your concerns, I will speak to her, get her side of things and then I will handle it from there. And Joel… you haven’t been here, so I’m not quite sure why you are concerning yourself with things that you would have no idea about.”

You slowly shift your attention from Maria over to Joel, who is clenching his jaw. He’s looking at Tommy who refuses to look back, kicking at the dirt and rocks with his hands back in his pockets. When Joel realizes he won’t be getting a response, he quickly turns on his heel, giving you an emotionless look, and heading towards the entrance of the community. James is quick to follow, tailing closely behind Joel.

“C’mon,” Tommy juts his chin in the direction of the main building, reaching his arm out towards you.

–

It’s been a while since you’ve last been here. Everything remains the same, even the old dried flowers that still sit on the table between the two chairs in the center of the room. The morning glow illuminates the room with a warm glow, however the air is chilly. You have your palms resting on the rounded ends of the arms of the chair, slowly rubbing the back and forth. Maria and Tommy are standing in front of you; Maria is upright, her hands clasped together in front of her while Tommy is leaning against the edge of the desk with his arms crossed and shoulder slightly slouched. Even though you know both of them quite well at this point, it doesn’t stop you from feeling inferior, especially in the given situation.

“So, what’d he say,” You impatiently ask, your tone portraying your emotions very clearly. You already knew, but you wanted to know exactly what he told Maria.

Maria glances over to Tommy who returns with an awkward smile, unfolding his arms and pointing at himself. She gives him a single nod before he pushes himself upright, clearing his throat.

“Well, he came to Maria this morning, while we were talkin’,” He starts, “said he’s concerned– you haven’t been following the protocol or proper guard etiquette…”

He trails off, looking at Maria through his peripheral view who is waiting for him to continue. Her eyes are focused solely on him as if she were urging him to go on, silently supporting him through this tough conversation.

“He said something about you goin’ out, doing patrol by yourself,” Tommy finally finishes, a wheeze of air escaping past his lips before continuing, “‘n that he was concerned for your safety.”

You let out an amused scoff, shifting your weight in the chair. Concerned with my safety, his excuse was laughable. You knew exactly why he was doing this and it wasn’t his concern.

“I didn’t call in yesterday, I’ll admit to that, because I get it… it’s my responsibility to do that, and it slipped my mind,” you say, your throat burning as you speak. “But he’s known what I've been doing for months.”

Maria purses her lips and nods, walking over to the chair next to you and taking a seat. You turn your body towards her, waiting for her to say something.

“And that’s concerning for me, knowing that I've put him in charge and he’s allowing that,” she simply says. It was hard to read her calm demeanor, something that made you feel anxious.

You look at Tommy through your peripheral vision, he appears to be somewhat confused, staring at Maria.

“He also said you’ve been staying out late, sometimes the entire day,” she continues.

You can feel your nose twitch at the mention of you staying out past your patrol, you force yourself to slightly smile, although you know nothing will cover up your initial reaction. Your breathing becomes shallow. You’re completely done for. There’s nothing Tommy can do that will save you from being taken off patrol. You knew the chances, but you never thought James would be the reason you were caught. Your brain is racing with thoughts, trying to come up with something in response that may cover your ass.

Maria cocks her head and raises her eyebrows slightly, encouraging you to say something. Your mouth has gone dry. Time’s up, you think, letting out a small shaky breath.

“There’s an outlook I go to somedays– well, actually, most days,” Your voice is small. “I go there after I’m done with patrol, after I call in, and I just… think, I don’t know, I just do whatever.”

A feeling of embarrassment comes over you as you admit to your whereabouts. Telling them about the outlook feels shameful, and not for the reason that you aren’t supposed to be doing stuff like that. Them now being aware of a place that you connected with Joel through in absence made you feel sick, even if they don’t know that’s the reason why you went.

Tommy and Maria exchange looks again, this time her eyes softening.

“I know I’m not supposed to be doing that, I know it’s dangerous going out by myself, I just…” You say with your head hanging low. “When I’m out there, it’s the only time I feel like myself.”

Mmm, Maria quietly hums.

“About what happened at the dam–” She starts to say.

“Maria…” You abruptly cut her off, something you normally wouldn’t do, but you couldn’t listen any longer.“I don’t know what James told you, but I do my job. I do it exactly how I was taught and doing it by myself does not change that. I promise you I did not see anything out of the ordinary yesterday, otherwise I would have reported it the moment I saw it.”

You stare intensely into Maria’s eyes as you speak. It was the truth. You were good at what you did, whether you were alone or with someone else. Always being ready to go, ready to defend, ready to fight, to give your life if need be– it was all you knew in this new world, and you were good at it. You hadn’t made it this far on pure luck, anyone with a brain would know that. A one time mistake does not make that statement untrue and James all of a sudden coming forward with his concerns also does not make that untrue.

You can feel the anger creep its way up your throat as you think of James’ pettiness, how all of this was because Joel was at your house last night. Sure, you can agree that lying to James about having plans was wrong, but it didn’t make it right that he did this in response. How childish, you think.

The sound of Tommy clearing his throat pulls you out of your deep state of thought. Both you and Maria shift your attention to him.

“Maria, if you don’t mind, I was just thinkin’... with Joel being back,” Tommy says with a slight hesitation. He knew he shouldn’t be making any sort of suggestions without discussing with her first, but then again he promised he’d do everything he could to keep you out of trouble. This is him risking that to keep his promise to you. “There’s really no reason to punish her, ‘specially if James was the one allowing this, she took it as permission– him knowing, ya know… at least that’s what I assume. Her and Joel can just continue patrol together, then we take the rest up with James.”

You can feel yourself exhale in relief at his suggestion, a part of you slightly surprised by him throwing James under the bus. Regardless of Maria’s decision, you were grateful for Tommy having your back, proof that the two of you really are as close as you thought. The two of you carefully watch Maria as she contemplates his suggestion, her eyes glaze over as she thinks.

She gives a slight nod to Tommy, who glances over to you, giving you a short lived smile before you turn your attention back to Maria.

“You and Joel, never just you and never just Joel, is that clear?” She says, giving you a serious look. “Make sure you call in after every patrol, I do not want to hear any of this it slipped my mind nonsense again.”

“Yes ma’am,” You respond affirmingly, sitting up straighter in the chair. “I promise.”

“And you’ll be sure to pass that onto Joel?” Maria directs to Tommy as she rises from her sitting position.

“Yes, of course,” He says.

–

Tommy stayed back to have a few more words with Maria, telling you that he would be just behind you to talk to Joel. Don’t let him leave without talking to me first, he requested. You’re moving your legs as fast and they will allow you to move them, knowing your already long day has become even longer due to heading out so late now. On top of that, the animosity you now felt did not help with your headache and queasy stomach.

With the stables now in view, you see James standing out front by the wooden gate with Nora and a couple of the other guards. He’s using one of his arms to prop himself up as he leans against one of the wooden posts. Since you saw him earlier this morning, he’s had a complete mood shift; he’s laughing, his cheeks rosy with glee, his eyes soften as he jokes around with the others, lighting hitting the back on his hand against one of the men standing to his side. Seeing him like this, thinking he succeeded in his plan to get you in trouble, makes your heart skip a beat, a feeling of rage quickly taking over your rational thought. You begin to charge toward him, taking bigger and longer strides.

The moment he sees you, the blood drains from his face as if he has just seen a ghost. His jaw tenses up. Perfect, you think. The closer you got to him, the more you struggled to keep the newfound deep hatred for him from exploding out of you..

“What?” You yell out to him, charging straight for him with blurred tunnel vision. “You surprised to see me?”

Typically, you are not the confrontational type, but James crossed the line by going to Maria; putting the one thing you had that kept you sane on the line. Your anger hit a boiling point seeing him act as if nothing had happened and you didn’t care who heard what or who would be caught in the crossfire of it all.

“Get ready to head out, I’ll be right behind you guys,” He quickly says. Nora and the others give you a conflicting look almost as if they were confused by your brashness towards James.

“Oh, that won’t be necessary,” You say to them, shifting your attention onto James when you are finished. There’s a bite in your tone that has made everyone in hearing distance stop in their tracks. “I didn’t get taken off of patrol duty like he wanted.”

James’ face drops at your announcement, his face twisting up. He’s shocked– shocked that his plan did not work. Seeing him like this was priceless, though the only thing you wanted to do was shove that confused and wide eyed face of his into the horse manure that was scattered around the stable grounds.

“You didn’t?” He says quietly, staring at you with furrowed brows. You couldn’t miss the surprise in his tone.

Your anger cools for a second and you take a step in closer, crossing your arms and looking up at him through your browline darkly.

“What the fuck was that about?” your words come out shakily as you try to act calm and collected. Your breath feels like it's coming out in flames. This was just meant for him to hear, you hushened your tone so no one, not even the shadows of his companions, could hear.

“I was concerned,” His tone is monotonous, not breaking eye contact with you. His chest was heaving at this point as he struggled to control it.

“Bullshit, James,” You practically hiss through your teeth. “You’re telling me this has nothing to do with Joel last night?”

His eye twitches at the mention of him showing up at your house. You can see his throat bob as he struggles to remain apparently unaffected.

“You lied to me,” he says slowly. “Lied about you and Nessa, lied about you and–”

“What’s goin’ on?” Joel calls out, coming out of the stable with Callus in hand. He gives you a look of concern before handing off the horses’ lead to one of the stable workers. James scoffs, gesturing towards Joel with one of his hands, giving you a sarcastic smile. His eyebrows are raised halfway up his forehead to tell you that he didn’t even need to say exactly who he was referring to.

Just as you open your mouth to speak, you feel someone rest their hands on your shoulders, lightly squeezing them, almost an nonverbal way of telling you to stand down. It’s Tommy, and he’s shaking his head, urging everyone to drop this. You chew on the inner flesh of your bottom lip, contemplating your choices. Narrowing your eyes, you take one step forward, Tommy’s hands now slipping away from you.

“Fuck you,” You whisper to James as you brush up past him, your shoulder firmly knocking into his. One of the stable workers opens the gate for you, giving you a firm nod as you pass by.

“Yeah? Fuck me?” he responds, now raising his voice in a way you’ve never heard from him before. “After everything I’ve done for you, for being there for you– now he’s back you’re just going to pretend we–”

Just as you begin to turn on your heel, Tommy cuts in and takes complete control over the situation.

“Hey,” Tommy shouts in a stern tone, cutting James off before he can finish. “Drop it, now. Maria would like to speak to you, tell your friends to go to the North tower, see if they need any help there today.”

James looks dumbfounded by Tommy, almost offended by him obviously choosing sides. He remains standing at the post for a moment longer, staring at the ground with his hands kneading at his hips, before turning to face his friends. You could hear the unmistakable sound of his voice, unable to make out what he was saying to them with the distance you created.

You watch as Nora starts walking back towards the main part of the community while the rest aren’t shy to hide their dirty looks from you. Initially, you didn’t care that much, not entirely bothered by their hateful stares, but it still somewhat hurt deep down inside of you. As angry as you were at James, it hurt you that this was how he thought to get back at you; how intental the damage that would have been caused if it hadn’t been for Tommy. Not being able to take the group’s lingering looks any longer, you drop your head to stare at the ground anticipating their departure.

“By the way, Charles has been wondering where you’ve been– Dot and Henry too,” James calls out from the other side of the gate. Now he’s the one who doesn’t care about who overhears. “Never quite sure what to tell them.”

“James,” Joel growls.

James head shoots in his direction, his reaction directly influencing Joel to take large strides over to the where James stood, the only thing separating the two is the rotting wooden fencing, something that could easily be bypassed. Tommy immediately comes between the two serving as another barrier, placing his hand on James’ chest. James swipes at Tommy’s arm.

“I’m leaving, damn,” He says quietly, giving a deathly glare as Joel and then you.

Callus nudges at one of your shoulders from behind causing you to turn, James’ look burned into your mind. You’re doing everything you can to stop your lip from quivering, running your hand down the smooth snout of the horse which has come to comfort you. Joel returns from the fence, quickly fixing your twisted strap on your backpack. You can feel him staring at you from your side, but you keep your eyes forward, avoiding his gaze– afraid of what might come out of you if you were to look at him. Last thing I need is for everyone, especially him to see me cry, you soothe yourself, desperately holding onto what's left of your ego.

Tommy has now joined the two of you by the entrance of the main stable building, forcing you to face the two men now. Joel takes a step closer to you, your arms brushing up against each other.

“You know this already,” He says to you before fixing his eyes on Joel. “You two stay together, no one does patrol alone… I mean that, Joel.”

Tommy glares at him until Joel acknowledges what he says. Joel gives a simple, single nod which causes Tommy to finally release a long breath of air, his chest very visibly falling.

“Okay,” He says in relief, returning back to his normal self. “We’re still doing dinner tonight right?”

Mhm, Joel hums along with a nod, his hands are stuffed deep in his pockets.

“I’ll meet you there, ‘round 7,” Tommy replies. “Be safe.”

He gives your arm a reassuring squeeze before exiting through the stable’s fence gate and returning to the main part of town. Joel and you are left standing there for a moment. You aren’t quite sure what to say and by Joel’s expression he isn’t quite sure either.

“Everything okay?” Joel is the first to speak, his tone somewhat dry.

Is everything okay? You mock him in your own thoughts. You want to roll your eyes, instead opting for a blake stare. You pass him, heading into the stables to start helping the others where were in the process of readying Lucky.

–

Without exchanging any deciding words, you took the lead for today’s assignment. As per usual, leaving the horses at the old worn down barn that was treated as a halfway point between the community and the treeline that led to the dense forested area. The anger from the events of this morning clung onto you fiercely and no matter how much you tried to push it away, it clung on tighter.

Joel was caught in the crossfire of these events. You weren’t mad at him, but that didn’t stop you from taking it out on him no matter how badly you didn’t want to. Between leaving the front gates to now, Joel tried to talk to you, tried making conversation. You're going to be warm enough with just that, he asked, gesturing to your hoodie tied around your waist. All you could get yourself to do in response was shrug your shoulders, not caring enough to even give him a second look.

“I came over last night to talk to you about somethin’” Joel says, the words coming out weak through his tired breathing. Initially his words piqued an interest with you, but that faded just as quick as it came. “But-uh, didn’t seem like the right time once I was there.”

“And right now is?” You responded just as breathily. The never ending steep hill seems to have taken a toll on you– both of you.

“I’d rather get it over with, good time as any, I suppose,” he says, pausing as if he were waiting for you to give him the go ahead to continue. You felt like you had already given him your answer, letting him decide whether he wanted to go on or not. He cleared his throat before speaking again. “About what happened the day I left…”

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter under your breath, quickening your pace, trying to let Joel fall behind to avoid talking about that. Perhaps on any other day, as uncomfortable as it would have been, you’d be willing to talk about it, but not today… not in the state of mind you're currently in. “There’s nothing to talk about, Joel, I misread your intentions and… and it's been a year. We have a job to do, so let’s just get it done.”

“That’s not–” He takes a deep breath, letting it out forcibly as if he were annoyed. “I tried stopping by your place before I left.”

“Stop,” you say with a bit more bite than you intended.

“I don’t want you to think–” Joel pressed on, truly determined to say whatever he wanted to say.

“Stop it,” you spit. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does now that I’m back,” he raises his voice to talk over you. “I want to make sure–”

“Make sure we’re good?” you interrupt him. “We are, so drop it.”

The two of you come to a stand still. Joel’s chest is quickly rising and falling, his cheeks stained pink by the energy required to climb up the steep hill. A breeze picks up, sweeping Joel’s longish hair over his eyes; he pushes the strands out of way, still holding eye contact with you.

Taking a deep breath as a way to cleanse your mind, an attempt to shake off this anger you feel, you begin to head up the hill again. This time slowing your pace to allow Joel to keep up without exerting himself too much. You both still had a long day ahead of you whether you wanted to be there or not.

As silence ensued, Joel finally accepted that no matter how hard he tried, you did not want to talk to him that night. Although you didn’t want to talk about it, it didn’t stop random thoughts from popping up in your mind. You couldn’t build up the courage to make one particular thought known, to ask him the burning question that haunted you since he left.

Joel managed to make his way to your side, his presence startling you from your deep state of thought. He didn’t say anything, just tightening his grip on his shoulder straps and giving you a quick glance. His jaw clamped shut.

“Were you planning on leaving before…” You stop prematurely as the words rushed out of your mouth, the burning in your chest disappearing the moment you let the words enter reality. A shaky exhale escaped past your lips. Why does it matter, you questioned your own words, if he says no, then what? What does it change?

A nasty feeling overcomes you when he doesn't react, not even looking up from his focused stare at the ground. Nothing? You think, your throat begins to close in on itself.

“Let’s just get this done, I’m tired and my head hurts,” you say, your heart feeling like it shattered into a million pieces.

–

After your little spat with Joel neither of you speak for a long while. A few task related words had been exchanged, but nothing beyond that. As the day ran longer and your mind returned to a neutral state, you felt bad for how you treated Joel. You felt bad for taking out your problem with James on him.

“Sorry I was mean earlier,” you say quietly, picking at the sandwich you brought for lunch today. “Just the whole thing with James, you know?”

“You’re okay, darlin’” Joel says, the words coming out of his mouth smoothly, sending a blanket of warmth over your entire body. “James does that to people, I would know.”

You force yourself to smile, although the guilt of how you treated him earlier when you were still seething with anger continued to eat at you.

“Take this,” Joel added, causing you to look up from your food which you had balanced on one of your knees. He pulled out a neatly folded flannel from his backpack. It turns out that the hoodie you brought was in fact not warm enough, and between your shivering body and your chattering teeth, it must’ve been obvious. “You’re makin’ me cold just watchin’ you.”

You mutter a small thanks to him as you meet him in the middle, taking it from him without any rebuttal or hesitation. As you slip your arms through the baggy sleeve, Joel’s smell engulfs you. Your heart flutters, quickening its pace, and your stomach twists into a knot. A smell that you couldn’t quite describe beyond comforting and one that warmed to the core, more warmth than any jacket could offer you.

“You said you had some stuff to wrap up in Boston” you ask, trying to continue the conversation from earlier and receive some sort of answer from him. Your mouth became dry as you chewed slowly on a small piece of stale bread. “What’d you have to do?”

“A friend, her name’s Tess,” he begins, his words coming out slowly. You remember Joel mentioning Tess once before, a long time ago. “I’ve known her for a while– met her on the road with Tommy after the outbreak happened.”

“I remember you mentioning her,” you say, carefully watching his expression for any changes.

“Yeah, she’s-uh badass… real badass,” he responds, his eyes lighting up. Not good, you tell yourself as a feeling of jealousy washes over you. “I wasn’t planning on being gone so long, but she needed help finishing up some deals, tried convincin’ her to come out with me, but she wanted to stay, so…”

You could see a hint of smile as he spoke about her and then a bit of sorrow at the end.

“You love Tess?” You remember asking him before if they were together, a part of you wondered if that had changed between then and now.

The question catches him off guard.

“No,” He immediately shoots back, his face twisting into a complex expression you couldn’t quite read. “No, no… it’s not like that. We’ve been through a lot together though, and– and I guess sometimes that has blurs the lines a bit.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that so you let the conversation come to an end. The faint song of birds soon fills the air giving you something to listen to as you think over his words over and over again. He doesn’t love her but he feels something for her, you think, the jealousy stabbing into your stomach repeatedly.

“I don’t mean this in a…” He starts, stopping a moment to think, “are you sure Nessa’s your friend?”

The mention of Nessa amidst all of the mess Joel witnessed this morning provokes a laugh from you. You have to bite your lip in order for you to stop and answer his inquiry.

“After this morning, I have no idea,” You tell him nothing but the truth. “We were friends a few days ago. What’d she say?”

Joel shook his head, his eyes lowering to his hand which had been fumbling with the edge of a paper bag that held the jerky he brought along.

“C’mon,” you egg him on. By his reaction, you knew it had to have been nasty and knowing Nessa, you weren’t surprised. You knew how she could get, the things she came up in her mind to say about people who crossed her the wrong way. Though, you never thought you’d be in her line of fire.

“It doesn’t matter,” he shook his head again.

“Why are you protecting me?” His resistance causes you to become annoyed. “First with James, now this.”

“James?” He says almost as if he had no idea what you’d been talking about.

“At the stables,” You try to cool your tone, now trying to come off nonchalant. “When he tried to provoke me about Charles and his kids, and even before….”

Joel scoffs, a sense of embarrassment hidden behind it.

“I’m not protectin’ you, I– I–” he stammers and throws the half filled paper bag onto the base of his bad. “It doesn’t matter what she said because it wasn’t true.”

You force down the rest of the food you brought along, not necessarily because you wanted to but more so because it gave you something to do while Joel sulked. The usual Joel that you knew too well returned, and he became standoffish. You didn’t pay much mind to it because something told you that his little mood swing wouldn’t last, so all you could do was wait it out. He put up with my mood earlier, I guess it's only fair if I do the same, you told yourself, stealing glances of the slouching man sitting adjacent from you.

Joel suddenly his throat, catching your attention.

“What do you do when you aren’t on patrol?” His words came out dry, but seemed genuinely curious.

You let out a puff of air. A whole lot of nothing, you thought and what you wanted to tell him. Nothing important or worth talking about.

“I drink with some friend,” you state simply, letting your voice falter on the last word. Joel picked up on your intonation of friends, narrowing his eyes.

“Friends?” He nearly mocked you perfectly. “Who?”

You have to bite your tongue from letting out a small giggle. He should get a kick out of this, you think.

“Don’t laugh,” you say, looking at him through your browline, a small smile appearing on your face. “I spent quite a bit of my evening with Heather and Aimee, Drew too… and Nessa of course, that whole group.”

You very specifically left James out of that out of spite, but you were sure Joel would include him as he was a part of that group. Joel, of course, laughed, nearly choking on his water that he just took in from his canteen.

“I told you not to laugh,” You broke out into a smile as Joel wiped his mouth clean from water and saliva. “Besides, there’s not that many people to choose from.”

“There’s enough people to not choose them,” he quickly rebuttal in a joking tone. You just shrug, mainly because he wasn’t wrong. “I’m assumin’ James is apart of that mix too.”

“Yeah, James is there too,” Your face drops. At least he was, you added just to yourself, Or at least I was, you corrected yourself knowing that the gang would choose him over you in any instance, including Nessa.

“What happened between you two?” He asked genuinely, cocking his head to the side as he studied you. “Is he your–”

“Friend I suppose,” You cut him off desperately wanting him to disassociate you and James as being that. “Just a friend.” You weren’t sure if you clarified for him or more for yourself. “Just some petty drama, hopefully it’s over now.”

That seemed to satisfy Joel’s curiosity because he didn’t press any further or ask more questions regarding your friends.

As you pack up your things, now in a much merrier and less hangry mood than before lunch, you catch Joel watching you. Not watching you in a way that he had in the past. It was almost as if he were stuck on you, unable to peel his eyes off of you even if he wanted to. The shift in the air made butterflies form in your stomach at his consistent attention, you tried to ignore it until you couldn't. The two of you lock eyes as you meet him at the base of a rocky ledge.

“What?” you softly ask as you unbunch your many layers of clothes under the straps of your bag.

“Hm,” he half-consciously responds as if he didn’t entirely grasp onto what you just said.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you expand your question further, causing him to blink quickly a few times as if it were bringing him back to the present moment.

“Like what?” he frantically darts his eyes along the ground, furrowing his brows.

“Like–” you begin to say, but the words are stuck in your throat, unwilling to be heard. With your heart fluttering, you continue. “Nevermind.”

But regardless, you saw it in his eyes.

You saw it.

–

By the time the two of you make it back, the sun has nearly fully set for the day. Your legs hurt, you’re tired, and you’re hungry. The staff who had been there when you left had now all gone home leaving you and Joel to put all the equipment and horses away for the night.

“You hungry?” Joel asks, grunting as he picks up one of the saddles to be put away.

“Very” you drag out the word, letting the exhaustion fill the word entirely.

“Why don’t you join Tommy ‘n I for dinner,” His voice is quiet, slightly nervous sounding. “Goin’ to Jackson BBQ, best BBQ in town.”

“It’s the only…” You begin to say, your exhaustion not allowing yourself to pick up on his joke, only stopping once you realize.

He gives you a slight smile which causes you to stop for a moment and take in his offer.

“I– I don’t want to intrude,” You say quietly, though you want to say yes a million times over. “I know how much he’s missed you, so…”

“He admitted that?” Joel asks with a smirk, wiping his hands off on his already dirty jeans and taking a step in front of you.

“Not in those words, but…” You smile, lowering your head to hide your face. Joel lets out a hearty laugh.

“Well, I want you to come,” He follows up with a laugh still lingering in his voice. His emphasis on want made you flinch, not in a bad way, but his directness catches you off guard. When you finally look up from the ground to look at him, he’s eyeing you nearly identical to when you had packed up after lunch. Your breathing hitches. “He won’t mind.”

Joel adds the last part after a few moments of silence between the two you, the soft neighs of the horses and rustle of the wind fill in the spaces.

You draw in a deep, slow breath; the cool air burning your lungs.

“Okay,” You finally agreed.

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duskholland · 3 years

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this is so completely random and unprompted (sense the sarcasm as the tommy thighs live in my mind rent-free since the first pic of pants-less tom content) but would you please indulge me with a thigh riding blurb with some dom!tom vibes? maybe a bit of praise k*nk in there, too, if that floats your boat? soft!dom!tom...oui. anyways love u + thanks for letting me sin bye <3

his thighs... they’re just something else. i think i was possessed when i wrote this lmao. wc: 2k // 18+ content minors dni!!!!!!

extended warnings ↠ slight dom!tom + praise kink, thigh riding. tom holland’s thighs, because they deserve a warning of their own.

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You’re bored.

Tom’s house out in Atlanta is huge, and when he’s not stowed away in the office doing online press, there’s never normally a dull moment. You usually find some way to entertain yourself, be that pestering your boyfriend for attention or filling your time with work. Just, it’s a Saturday, and you have nothing to do, and Tom’s been away all day.

After spending the morning catching up with friends and refreshing social media until you have the spinning reload sign flashing behind your eyes, you resort to texting Tom. Down in the office—or the press room, as he’s come to call it—his phone is on silent, so you don’t need to worry about interrupting something. He’s been trading selfies with you all day, providing small snapshots of his socks, his hair, his setup whenever he catches a break. The little teases have only made your yearning worse.

Y/N: when do you finish? Y/N: I’m bored and I miss you :(

You lay back on your bed as you wait on a response, chewing your lip slightly as your hands play with the sheets. Your expression darkens as you look to the side, seeing the throw pillows discarded on the floor and remembering intimate times gone by.

You’ve been in a mood all day, the space between your legs warm. Every time you get bored, your mind wanders, and you’ve been very bored today. The front of your panties feels damp, your body tortured by the memories of last night. It’s a never-ending montage of Tom’s hair brushing your neck, his lips on your breasts, his greedy hands grabbing at your waist. You almost moan as you remember how he’d held you down last night and made love to you until you’d cried, your skin slick with sweat and your mind gone too. He never fails to bring you to the heights of pleasure you’d never thought existed.

Tom: on a break just now if you want to come down Tom: think there’s ten minutes before the next one x

It doesn’t take long for you to get to the office, your feet moving of their own accord. When you open the door, Tom glances back, and you feel your breath catch in the back of your throat.

He looks good. Tom is handsome, and you always enjoy looking at him, but with his torso covered in a tight black shirt and blazer and his hair styled in loose waves on the top of his head, he looks incredibly dashing. He flashes you a mischievous smile as he reaches up to pull the AirPods from his ears, his Rolex glinting beneath the bright studio lights that illuminate his setup.

“Afternoon, darling,” he says. He turns in the chair, swinging an arm over the back of it as he watches you enter the room, closing the door behind you. “How are you?”

You bite your lip, shameless eyes skating over his form. Tom stands to greet you, and your eyes widen, falling to his bare legs. “Why are you half-naked?” you ask, the tip of your nose scrunching up as you chuckle. You meet him in the centre of the room, wrapping your arms around his warm torso before pulling him in for a light hug, being mindful of his pressed suit.

“Comfier,” he explains. “Too hot in all of that. Gets fucking boiling in here.” Tom’s hands smooth up to your hair, and he gently coaxes you from his chest, peering down at you with those brown eyes you love so much. “Gimme a kiss, lovie.”

Eager to feel him, you step closer and lean in, finding his lips in an easy kiss. The moment your mouth makes contact with the soft warmth of Tom’s pillowy lips, you feel yourself melt, the heat coming back to your core almost immediately. You reach up and drape your arms around his neck, getting in as close as you can as you part your lips, licking over his lower lip until he takes the bait and easily slips his tongue into your mouth.

Tom grunts when you play with the back of his hair, tugging on his strands as your tongues glide together. His hands are on your waist, and you find yourself moaning into his mouth when he slips his fingers beneath your shirt and lets them roam all over your figure. As he kisses you, his hands shift up your torso, lingering at your breasts and groping them eagerly.

“No bra?” he moans against you. You whimper as he brushes his thumbs over your nipples, making him chuckle. “Fuck, love,” he murmurs, “eager today, aren’t you?”

You pull away from him, panting for breath. “Yeah,” you admit, not even trying to be coy about it. Time is of the essence, and you know exactly what you want. One of Tom’s warm hands skates down your figure, and your abdomen flexes as his fingers trail over your skin, his blunt fingernails lightly tickling your stomach as he travels to your cunt. “Tom,” you say, voice catching. “Please.”

He’s teasing you, eyes on your face as he slides his hand beneath your shorts and teases his fingers over the front of your panties. With a torturously light touch, he rolls his index finger over the front of your slit.

“God,” he murmurs, leaning in to roughly kiss your jaw. “You’re soaked.”

Your eyes threaten to roll back as he rubs you over the cotton, touch light but enough to bring you the smallest amount of pleasure. You grab at his firm bicep, a choked whine travelling up your throat.

“Tom.”

“Mmm? What do you want, darling? You know we don’t have much time.” Tom’s got a dark glint in his eyes, and it only deepens when he finally shifts your panties to the side and lets his fingers envelop your silky folds. You gasp when he dips his index and middle fingers down to your entrance, pushing into the warmth of your arousal before spreading it up to your bud. He’s quick to tease your clit, cooing softly as you struggle to speak. “Use your words, gorgeous girl. I want to give you what you want, but I can’t do that if you don’t tell me what that is.”

“Fuck me,” you ask, voice catching as he speeds up his circles.

“No time, darling.” Tom frowns when he sees you pout, and with the hand not between your legs, he reaches up to play with your lower lip. After a moment’s contemplation, he slips his fingers into your mouth. You suck them in further, glad for their heavy presence weighing down your tongue and enjoying how their girth muffles your moans. “I have an idea. C’mere.”

Before you have time to complain, Tom has pulled away from you, leaving your aching cunt alone and your mouth empty. He walks to the green sofa in the back of the room and collapses onto it with ease, smirking up at you as he parts his legs. He looks wide and domineering, spread out, awaiting you, with his bare thighs rippling and on display. His muscles are clear and defined, packed tight in firm ridges against his golden skin. Just the sight of him patting one of them with his hand is enough to make you salivate.

“Ride it,” he encourages, beckoning you forth with a smirk. He tilts his watch towards his face, squinting as he stares at the metal. “You have three minutes to cum, or you’ll need to wait. I won’t be finished for another two hours.”

Eyes widening, you move over to him, pausing in front of your boyfriend to push down your shorts and your panties. Tom reaches out for you, his warm palms sinking into the curves of your hips as he helps you into his lap. He sits up against the sofa, reaching down to grab at your shirt as you work on straddling his thigh. You settle over his left leg, a loud moan trembling up your throat as you lower yourself and your slit presses against the firmness of his skin.

“Oh,” you moan, tossing your head back. Tom pulls your shirt over your head, his face dropping down until he’s able to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. You cry out as you slowly grind down against his leg, his skin quickly getting coated in the arousal that covers your slit. Each time he nibbles your nipple, he follows up the action with a warm lap of his tongue, and the noises you elicit rise in pitch.

“Pretty girl,” Tom murmurs, leaving your chest and replacing his mouth with a hand. The other goes to your hip, and he helps you swirl your hips a little faster, his eyes almost black. “Look so fucking hot getting off on my leg, darling. So needy.” His accent is prominent as he watches you, smirking. “You’re my needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You fall forwards, panting into his neck as your forehead rests on his shoulder. Tom’s lips kiss the top of your head, grounding you as the pleasure starts to build. There’s an indescribable warmth spreading across your core, stemming from where your clit rubs up against his muscular thigh. The pleasurable burn of the friction makes you whimper.

“Yeah,” you pant, after taking a few moments to muster your breath. You gasp when Tom tenses his leg, his muscular thigh pressing up against you. “Fuck,” you whimper. “Feels so good, Tom. You’re so strong.”

He’s rolling both hands over your hips now, and one of them slips up to trace across your bare back. He holds you tightly to his chest, even as your breathing becomes irregular, continuing to guide your movements as you grow uneven. You can feel your orgasm twisting in the pit of your stomach, feel the temperature of your blood rising as it builds between your legs. With each grind of your wet cunt against his thigh, the pressure builds, every part of you aching for release.

“My darling girl,” Tom murmurs. “Are you going to make a mess all over my leg?” When you release a clouded moan, he chuckles. “I know you are. It’s okay. I can feel you squirming, baby. I know you can’t wait.” He drops his voice, rasping into your ear as you shake in his lap. “Go on, love. Be a good girl and let go. Get my thigh all wet. There you go.”

Your jaw slackens, and his words push you over the edge. You squirm over Tom’s sturdy thigh, glad for his strong hands on your hips as they guide your movements when you get lost in the pleasure. Your moans intersperse with his name, and you collapse against him as your high rolls across you, flooding you with intense, pulsing pleasure.

“There you go,” he murmurs, kissing over the side of your face until you eventually pry yourself away from him. Tom smiles at you, dragging his lips across your cheek to find your lips. It’s a sweeter kiss, and you pour in your gratitude. “Sweet girl.”

Your lips twitch into a smile as you look up at him, appreciating the lines of his handsome face and the adoration that sparkles in his eyes.

“Thank you,” you say. “I—”

Both of you startle as a ringing sound cuts through the air, and you turn around to see the computer on the desk lighting up with an incoming call.

“Oh, fuck,” Tom mutters. He kisses you, briefly but with intention, then stumbles to his feet. “How do I look?”

You follow him to your feet, quickly pulling on your clothes before walking to him. “Perfect,” you say, once you’ve adjusted the collar of his suit jacket. You press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Good luck, handsome.”

Tom nods, eyes skittering across your form. He shoots you a wink before falling back into the chair, looking over his shoulder at you as you walk towards the door. “Be ready for later,” he calls out. “I’m not done with you yet.”

#suffering #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader smut #smut #myblurbs #tomblurbs #tom.filth

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sin-of-jess · 3 years

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Yami Sukehiro

This one is exceptionally spicy.

Type: Smut

Warnings: Alcohol use, but it’s not really drunk sex since no one drinks enough to get drunk I suppose

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Things are always hectic at the Black Bull's headquarters, so I'll admit I was surprised when I entered the front door and found silence. It was sundown, and the room was gently lit. My captain was the only person that seemed to be down here, his large body on the couch facing away from me. "Captain? Where is everyone?" Though he had shown no signs of knowing I entered the building, there wasn't a doubt in my mind that he knew I was there before I spoke, "Some went out on a job, so the others decided to take a trip to train. Most will be back tomorrow." He tells me before taking another drink from a small glass, or were his hands just that big? "I didn't expect you back so early though." "Yeah," I start with a sigh, "Turns out the job was a bust. It was just some kid pulling a prank with his illusion magic." Yami lets out a deep chuckle, "Bet that pissed you off."

"Honestly no, I'm more impressed he could trick an entire town so well they call the magic knights out for help," I answer as I drop onto the couch adjacent to him. Yami swirls the bottle of dark liquid, "Drink?" He asks. I grin, it's always fun drinking with him, "Anytime with you captain!" The last time Vanessa and I drank with the captain, it had ended in us manhandling Finral to take us to different restaurants in town to pick up food. When we finally woke in the mornings our stomachs were bloated and our head pounding, but it was a hell of a fun night. Yami had held his hand up in a 'stay down' signal as he walked over to the bar, grabbing a glass for me and filling it up. He refills his own glass before holding it in the air, myself joining in the impromptu toast, "To the best and yet worst damn guild around!" He says, and I let out a holler in agreement before letting the harsh liquid slide down my throat. I can only get half the glass down before I pull away with a twisted expression. I could never handle drinks like my comrade and captain. Yami only laughs at my disgusted face, "Ain't you used to it yet?" "I never will," I respond, trying my best to settle my grimace before finishing the glass with a repeated look of disgust. The captain grabbed the bottle of liquor and decided to keep it at his side as he sits beside me and refills our glasses before sitting it on the table in front of us. He had put a bit less of the dark drink in my glass this time, allowing me to gulp down the entirety of it at once. I shudder as I poke my tongue out, "God it's strong." I comment. He surprises me by grabbing my glass and holding it away from me, "You're gonna get sloppy too fast if you go like that." He tells me. I roll my eyes and attempt to reach over him, a small dip in the well-used couch causing me to lose my balance and bump into his chest as my eyes focus on the glass that my fingertips can only barely touch, "Oh bullshit!" I look over and finally realize how close our faces are to each other, my breath pausing at how little space separated us. Perhaps Yami had noticed how my eyes flickered down to his lips, but it was enough for him and he crashes his lips into mine. I let my eyes fall closed as I kissed him back, tilting my body more to face him. His free hand cups my jaw as he pulls me in closer, climbing into his lap to get comfier. He leans forward to set my glass beside his on the table, my body following as I focus on the warm lips on mine. He guides my body so that I'm straddling his lap, his one hand staying on my thigh to massage the supple skin. The sensation of his fingers is enough for a small whine to escape my lips, Yami barely able to continue kissing through the grin that formed due to hearing the noise. His other hand makes it down to my other thigh, massaging both my thighs as he coaxes my mouth open with his tongue. My head's swimming and I enjoy the sensation that comes from Yami pushing my lower body down so that my covered sex grinds into his lap. I let my hands explore along his shoulders and chest, one hand staying on his shoulder while the other weaves into his surprisingly soft hair. He groans softly when I grip his hair, a shock of pleasure hitting my core at the erotic sound of it. When he pulls away my chest is heaving. He grabs the hem of my shirt and pauses to look at me for silent confirmation, which I immediately give and lift my arms to help make pulling the top off. He removes my bra next and leans himself farther back on the couch as his eyes rake over my skin. I want to feel self-conscious, but his hands gently sliding up my sides and across the lower part of my breasts eases my nerves. As his fingertips dust over my skin, I get goosebumps, my nipples hardening as his fingers zero in and draw circles around them. He leans into first kiss my collarbone, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he makes his way down to my left nipple. He sucks away while swirling his tongue around as his other hand begins to gently twist my other nipple, soft moans coming from me while I lean my head back and close my eyes. It's clear he knows what he's doing as I let him play with my chest. Having enough he wraps his arms around me and moves to lay me back on the couch. I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he pulls his shirt off and slides his pants off. His thick member was obvious in his underwear, but I didn't get long to enjoy the view before he pulls all my bottoms off at once, pulling my shoes and such off as well. Once I'm naked he brings himself up to my center, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder as he dives in. He starts strong, his tongue wild as he alternated between licking figure eights around my clit and hole before wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking hard. My hands fly to his head and grip his hair as pleasure overtakes me. He's like a starved man and he eats me out, my moans getting louder and louder as my back arches. He focuses on my clit as he slides a finger in, pumping it a dozen or so times before adding a second. He curls his fingers and it feels like seconds later I'm cumming on his fingers. When he pulls away my cheeks redden more than they already were at the lewd sight of my captain, his entire lower face covered in my juices. I lean up to grab him by the back of the head and pull him in for a kiss, his face making a mess on mine. He sits back up to pull his underwear down, my mouth going slightly agape at the size of him. It was proportional to his large body, and I'm amazed at how heavy it looks in his hand as he pumps himself a few times. "You ready, Y/N?" He asks, leaning in so that the head of his dick is touching my drenched lower lips. I cry out a yes and my entire body is washed over with pleasure as he pushes his cock inside me. He groans when he bottoms out in me, his upper body leaning over me as his hands slide across my body until landing on my hips. The first few thrusts take my breath away, my body still adjusting to experiencing something of this size for the first time. As he begins to pound into me I grab at his shoulders to balance myself and even try to snap my hips up in time to his thrusts. His fingers dig into me and I can already feel another orgasm coming. It seems right after I cum another one follows right behind it, and I can do nothing more but scream out his name as I cum for the third time in the night. "F-fuck," He mumbles as he leans back, bringing my hips with him as he plows away into my pussy. With his shoulders no longer in reach, I lift my arms behind my head, gripping at the armrest of the couch. Yami's eyes are focused on my chest, watching as my breasts bounce violently along with the brutal pace the man held. "Oh fuck I'm close aga-" I squeal out as a fourth orgasm rips through me, seeing stars as I can only wail out my moans. He slams roughly into me a few more times before he pulls out, my body dropping onto the couch unceremoniously as he pumps his cock a few times until cum shoots out. The first spurt hits around my collarbone, the second and third landing on my chest before a few smaller spurts coat my stomach. The only sound in the air is our heavy breathing, neither of us sure of what to say. I finally just let the first thing that comes into my mind come out, "Holy shit." He lets out a laugh, the awkwardness of the situation dissipated a touch as he leans over to grab his shirt. He uses a small corner of it to wipe the droplet of cum that was threatening to drip off his cock before he starts wiping up as much cum as he could before the shirt was too soiled to mop up anymore. "I should wash off," I laugh out, taking Yami's hand as he helps me up. It's as if he knew my legs wouldn't work when he easily catches my falling form, "I'll help you." He tells me, my chest growing warm at the, albeit awkward, kindness he was showing me. Not every guy is still this kind after sex, but it's not too surprising her good-natured captain wouldn't leave her to fend for herself when her body is so vulnerable.

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atinydise · 3 years

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Ateez reacting to their s/o holding their hands for the 1st time

❦ Genre: Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 3k3.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

HONGJOONG

You were peacefully staring at the sky from your window. You've been staring at it since the departure. It was such a beautiful view that you wouldn't be bored it even with 11 hours of flight. "What are you staring at, love?" Asked Hongjoong, finally removing his earphones. 'Love'. You will never get used to him calling you this way. It never fails to make your heart beating faster than ever. "The view with the sunset is just so relaxing." You smiled. "Look at this with..." he struggled to untangle his earphone. The short imagination of him losing his AirPods for the 823rd time, got you smiling. "Song." He finally inserted it on your ear.

A soft and calm music started to play. All of your senses were comforted by these clear notes. "Sounds like a commercial music, right?" Giggled your boyfriend. "No... it's relaxing." You claimed. "I could fall asleep in 2 seconds because of it." "Then go ahead." He patted his shoulder, telling you to rest on it. Without hesitating, you put your head on. It was comfier than what you thought. Not something pointy and hard that could bother with your earrings or piercings. "Is it comfy?" Asked Hongjoong, a tiny bit worried. Too reassure him, you simply nodded and grabbed his forearm with your hand. Just to keep him close. Hongjoong wasn't used to you, showing this kind of attention in public. He was a bit taken a back, but finally only you mattered. The song was leading you in a soft and calm mindset. Your eyes were closing at every note and your entire body felt like a feather. Your boyfriend guessed that you were falling asleep because your hand was sliding on his forearm. 5 minutes later, your head almost fell from Hongjoong's shoulder. He quickly put it back in place, but it caused your hand to rest right in his free one. The warmness and the softness of his palm made you unconsciously held his hand. Tight. Hongjoong took his time to realize what was happening. Even if you were sleeping, he was hickey flustered. He was staring at your fingers, intertwined with his. Your boyfriend couldn't help but smile and blush. More when he tried to remove your grip, but you tightened it. "Cute." He whispered. Hongjoong and you were not really tactile and clingy persons, but when these moments happen, for the first time or rarely, both of you desire that it never stops. It was your moment only.

SEONGHWA

"I can't believe we are here already!" You stomped enthusiastically. Seonghwa was staring at you. You were so happy and cute. The way, you were holding your backpack straps made him melt instantly. "Disneyworld..." you sighed joyfully. "It's magic!" Seonghwa nodded, they really created a whole world and it felt unreal since he put a foot there. "Where do you want to start?" He asked, opening the map. "Space mountain!" You almost yelled, pointing at the localization pin. "Really? But we ate 2 hours ago?" He gulped, thinking at the amount of looping. "What a baby." You smirked. "Then what about... Peter Pan? Or Ratatouille?" "Okay I agree for the last one." He accepted. "Let's go!" You almost ran to the crowd, not wanting people to take your place in the queue. Seonghwa was looking at every details of the amusement park. All the shops had their own magical surfaces. He needs to come here with the members one time. They would go crazy for sure. "Fast Park Seonghwa!" You pouted. To tease you a little bit more, he started to walk slower. He deducted that it was working well because he spotted the vein on your forehead. "You are so slow!" You complained. Not thinking twice about your actions, you held his hand and led him to the attraction. The moment he felt your hand in his huge one, his stomach clenched. A thousand of butterflies were flying there. You were too focused on the board that you didn't saw the light blush on his face. But you secretly liked to hold his hand. It felt just right. "Bingo!" You pointed at the clock, "only 5 minutes of queueing." Seonghwa was barely listening to you. He was looking at your hands fitting perfectly in his. You had a moment of doubt, maybe he didn't like it and was too nice to tell you. You tried to detach your embrace slowly, but he tightened his grip on it. "Don't." He said seriously. "I like it." You smiled shyly at him. "It's the first time we are holding hands." He giggled. "A-Ah really?" You stuttered, a bit flustered. Seonghwa was about to reply when his phone buzzed in his pocket. You thought that he would let your hand free, but you were wrong. He struggled a bit to get it out of the pocket but no way he would use both of his hands. "Yeah Joong?" He rolled his eyes. "No. I told you I had a date today with Y/N. At Disneyworld." You glanced at him when you heard the word "date". Seonghwa saw your facial expression and winked cockily. You ignored what feels the most magical now; Disneyworld or a date with Seonghwa?

YUNHO

More and more you were moving forward in the queue, more you wanted to run away. Your friends advised you to go in a haunted house with Yunho, for your first date. At first, you didn't realize the situation. You only thought about a way to be close to him without being awkward. Yunho is scared of absolutely, nothing. He could play with a tarantula, then dance with a venomous snake without problem. So, a haunted house was nothing for him. But for you, it was another story. "Are you okay Y/N? You are shaking a bit." Asked Yunho thinking that you were already scared. "Even a lot." "I'm good!" You slapped his shoulder, puffing a bit. "It's just the anticipation." "Ok cool. I thought you had this kitschy idea to stay glued to me for the whole time. But I would probably be the one doing it." He laughed. "N-No. So, cliché." You laughed nervously, cursing at your friends in your mind. Not even 30 seconds later, the host led you inside. You were completely terrified. You couldn't even enjoy a single moment the proximity or the thought or having a romantic intercourse with Yunho. "Oh wow, that's well made." He pointed at the spider above you. You did your best to suppress the scream stuck in your throat. "W-Wait. You are working too fast." You tugged his shirt. "Are you scared?" He teased you. "We can go out if you-" "No." You shook your head. "Just stay close." You wrapped your arm around his. Yunho admitted that it was cute. Of course, he was aware of your plan when you invited him to the haunted house. You couldn't even walk next to a worm, without yelling. Suddenly and even Yunho shivered, a skeleton almost fell at your right. Your first reflex was to grab his hand and to hide behind his tall figure. Even though the situation wasn't the best, Yunho's heart flustered. Thanks to the darkness, you couldn't see the blush on his cheeks. His stomach clenched when your fingers placed right between his long ones. This action never had such an impact before. He was used to hold Atiny's hand during fansign. But it was nothing compared to this feeling. The rest of the way, you never let his hand go. Nor let 2 centimeters away from you. When finally, you exited the nightmare, the reality hit you. "Well done Y/N." Said Yunho. "F-For what? I've been a scared baby there." You faked to fix your clothes. "I thought you would jump on me right when we entered, but no. You had shown an amazing braveness." He giggled patting the back of your head. You grunted few words, too nervous and shy to admit your plan. "Give me your hand lady. Let's go inside again. I liked it." He smiled.

YEOSANG

["Y/N"] ["Bring ice cream."] Without hesitation you run to your kitchen and took a vanilla post in the refrigerator. You messily put your shoes and exited the college dorm. ["On my way!"] After 5 minutes of walking and avoiding bumping into every single person in the street, you arrived to Ateez' dorm. Right when you exited the elevator, you saw Wooyoung closing the door. "Wow. I want a best friend like you. In less than 15 minutes you there." Claimed Wooyoung. "How is he? Good or?" "A complete mess." He replied. You rolled your eyes, "I swear... I told him to stay away from this type of girl." "Good luck." Shrugged Wooyoung. "Wait, you are not going to comfort him?" "Why. I know that you are here." He patted your shoulder. "I'll watch a movie. See ya!" "Jung Wooyoung! I swear-" "Are you going to stay there the whole day, or you are going to enter and comfort me?" Asked Yeosang, who came out after hearing your voice in the hallway. "Be nice with me. I brought you a vanilla pot." You lifted your plastic bag. "Cool. Now I can be completely depressed and heartbroken." He whined. After that, you both sat on the couch, enjoying the calm for once. Yeosang explain that he prepared the best date for her and he even bought flowers. But she never shown up, nor replied to his texts. "You don't deserve her. I told you that already and a bunch of times." You ate another spoon of ice cream. "Are you going to eat all of this by yourself?" He slapped your hand, causing the spoon to fall. You rolled your eyes and faced him. "Yeosang, stop being sad for her. You are a real treasure and too bad for her, she lost someone really special." You grabbed both of his hands and rubbed it with your thumbs. "Even if you are a bit savage sometimes, you are such a good person." Yeosang's eyes couldn't leave the sight of your hands, holding, squeezing and rubbing his. "And she's stupid. You are probably the perfect boyfriend on this earth." You claimed. "I would be grateful to have a boyfriend like you." He raised his brow, by surprise. You instantly flickered his forehead. "Don't even think about it." He sneered, knowing that you would say something like that. "How do you feel?" You asked when you finally saw a smile on his face. Yeosang hesitated a second, but finally chose to take his sad facial expression back. "Hold my hand and tell me how amazing I am again. It might help." You rolled your eyes. "This guy... Anyway." You ordered and held his hands once again. Screw the compliment. That's what he really wanted.

SAN

You were waiting your boyfriend for 15 minutes already. He as late. Like always. But you never been mad about it. San was doing his best to spend some time with you despite having a heavy and full schedule. The last thing you could do, to just show him how grateful you are, is to be patient. "Y/N!" Shouted San, running to you. He was smiling widely and waving crazily. "Slow down, you are going to trip." You warned him when you judged he was close enough. "Sorry." He paused, catching his breath. "I'm late again." "It's okay babe." You pecked his cheek, making his heart jolt a tiny bit. "To apologize, you can choose everything you want us to do today." He said happily. Next thing he knew he was trying to walk for the first time with rollers. "Y/N, I can't do this!" He whined, holding the ramp on the wall. "Come on! I know that you can be really good at this." You encouraged your boyfriend. "How do you manage to stay still with this?!" "It's still my feet. I'm the only one controlling them." You smiled, turning around him. "Oh my god, help me." He sighed, trying to stop his legs to shake like a newborn. "Okay." You stopped at his left. "I'll help you." San gulped when you slid your hand over his forearm to gently hold his hand. He was still amazed by the softness of your palm that he didn't realize that the wall was getting far away every seconds. "I can't believe that we are holding hands." He finally said. You simply giggled, ignoring what to say. "I thought that I would need to do it first. I know how shy you are princess." "Stay focused Sanie." You replied, a smile glued on your face. "Your hand is so cute in mine. It's like it was meant to be there." "San." "I want this moment to pause forever." He claimed. "Babe." "I can’t believe!" He sang, using the same tone as Chen in Exo*. "And I can't believe, you made a whole round without falling." San finally looked around him. He was so focused on your hand that he completely forgot his main task. "I'm roller-skating!" He shouted victoriously. "I'm a grown man now." "Can the grown man detach his hand now that's he's a pro?" "Never."

MINGI

Mingi is shy. On the stage, he always looks fierce, confident and cool. But in reality, he is a cute and shy boy. It took him 20 minutes to ask you on a date. You spent your entire break from your old part time job, to listen to him, stuttering 2 words by minute. With respect, of course, you always kept your distance and understood that he was not into showing affection in public. Then you always 'stayed in your place' and be affectioned in private. But even not that much because he was still taken a back. Tonight, they all had a rough day and Seonghwa offered to walk an hour in the park below. You encouraged them, saying that it was a good idea. So here you are, leading the walk with your boyfriend. The rest of the members behind you, a bit like chaperones. Everyone could tell that this little walk was relaxing. One by one, they all found their smiles back. "Do you remember Bridgerton?" You asked. Mingi raised a brow, "the show that made you drool and fangirl about the dresses?" "Yeah!" You snapped. "The boys looks like our parents, checking that we don’t do anything wrong." You smirked. The tall boy looking behind him. The 7 other boys were minding their own business. "Not really. They totally don’t give a f about us." He sneered. "Ah really? So, it won't bother anyone if... I do something like." You removed your hand out of your pocket to held Mingi's one. As expected, he blushed and stuttered that they were just behind. "Come on...." You teased him, squeezing his hand. "We are dating for 3 months and you never held my hand. So, I do it." "Y/N!" He blushed even more. "Ooooouh Song Mingi!" Shouted the boys behind. Some of them were whistling, one by one. Few ones were clapping, and San Yunho were imitating the scene. Even though Mingi was cringing, it was not bad at all. "Song Mingi is a man now! He's holding a girl's hand." Shouted Wooyoung. All of their comment started to make you awkward too. But in a good way. Judging that you teased Mingi enough. You tried to untangle your fingers. "Finish what you started." Said Mingi, tightening his grip. "You put us in this situation, so you need to assume it too." A nervous laugh came out from your throat when he put both of your hands in his pocket. Of course, this move caused the other boys to start yelling behind both of you. But you could still live with it.

WOOYOUNG

Even if you agreed to spend the night at the dorm Wooyoung still found the situation awkward. It's been 2 weeks that you were officially dating. Everything was perfect. You both had a real great harmony. Even the other members claimed that they were jealous of your chemistry. The only problem which was not a big deal but still bothers Wooyoung, was that you were not really the 'clingy type'. You barely touched each other. He respected that you needed to hold our hand sometimes or just give you a hug or a peck randomly. "What are you thinking about?" You asked sliding under the sheets. "You keep looking at the ceiling." Wooyoung hesitated a second to tell you what was bothering him. But he finally decided to not say anything and to not put you in a awkward situation. "Nothing, just tired." He yawned. "Let's sleep." You nodded and made sure both of you were well covered. "Good night Wooyoungie." "Night Y/N." You couldn’t see his face, but he was disappointed when you turned around, showing your back to him asking if he was asleep already. He finally cracked an eye when he felt your warmness just next to him. His heart started to rush. Wooyoung even though it would stop functioning when you grabbed his hand to held yours. You slowly rested your interlaced hands on your belly. Wooyoung was burning behind you. The dozen of mini him were dancing and shouting along in his head. When you started to rub your thumb over his skin, it completely drove him crazy. Wooyoung could felly your belly on his forearm. because of that, he wanted so bad to squeeze and hug you until you couldn't breathe anymore. "I know that you are awake." You whispered, giggling a bit. Just in case this moment would stop, he preferred to stay quiet. "I feel your heart bumping, jolting and clenching in your chest." You added. "I just... love this." He finally admitted. You simply stuck your body closer to him and snuggled gently against it. "This shit drives me crazy. You seem so tiny." "Just sleep." You giggled, enjoying his presence. "I can't sleep anymore! I feel like I'm going to explode." He replied, happily. "What did I do..." you sighed, smiling a little bit.

JONGHO

You just felt your friends. You spent the whole day looking for a dress. And not a casual dress. An amazing and fancy one. Just to go with your boyfriend at a gala. You needed to get along with everyone there or to be at least presentable. Jongho told you that you could wear anything you want, but your desire was to impress everyone there. Especially the CEO, so he could stop looking at you like a trash. Just when you got out of the café, you spotted a red-haired guy, in the same alley of you. You doubted a second, but you saw him holding an Ice americano. It was your boyfriend for sure. Without hesitating, your ran to his direction. When you were at 5 meters behind him, you walked slowly and quietly. You recognized the Chanel earrings you gave him and his Louis Vuitton sport bag. "He's so expensive." You thought. Not waiting anymore, you grabbed his free hand. Jongho had the instant reflex to step away and to brush the hand off. "Hello young man, are you single?" You winked at him. His face softened, when he saw your face. "No sorry. I'm taken and take care because she's crazy." "Hey!" You pouted. Jongho sneered, proud of his own joke. When finally, he realized. "Oh." Wondering why this sudden behavior and glanced where's he was looking at. "What?" "It's the first time that you are holding my hand." He blinked. "We do this all the time." "No. You don't get it. It's incredible." "What?" "Your hand is hold mine. It's the best thing ever." You raised a brow, "you are too much." “I’m usually the one holding yours but now!” “You-” "Do not move." He kept staring at it. People walking past to you, were giving you a weird look. Jongho was looking at your hands in awe. "She's holding my hand too! And the first time!" He said to a couple passing by. "Choi Jongho." You slapped his shoulder gently, completely embarrassed. "Let's go to Hongdae!" "Why suddenly?" You asked. "So, we can walk there!" "It's 1 hour far away from here!" "Yes. Exactly. That's the point." He smiled widely, already enjoying the idea.

*Exo - Tempo: it’s a song which had been praised by many (I do recommend to watch Ateez covering this because it’s a m a z i n g) and Chen’s lyrics intro (0:02) really had his impact.

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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shy and inexperienced reader first time with jisung🥺 fluffy smut with han bc he's just so cute and i think he would be so gentle and loving ahh maybe im crying -🐱 (umm i was the one who requested that neighbours to lovers w lee know n i decided to be 🐱 anon from now on also im looking forward to it i cant wait!!! ik ur gnna write the cutest thing ever ur great i love youuu)

hello this is the cutest thing ever??? and hello 🐱anon omg!! welcome welcome eehee ♡ ah! also! I’m so hyped to get Two Tails going!! I hope that ya enjoyed the first part :)

lets be honest, han jisung would be ready to go not even two weeks into the realtionship

please don’t fault him for it tho!! he just really really wants sexy cuddles and kisses all over his body, he literally daydreams about it all the time and can’t wait!

also he’s got you!! literally every little quirk about you turns him on, he’s sooo weak for you

he’d never never bring it up though until you’re ready

and you’ve been thinking about it

come on we’re talking about the one and only han jisung here!! his charisma is through the roof!! he’d wink at you and your head would be spinning over how badly you’d love to have him do whatever he wants!!

there’s something about the way that he gives you shoulder massages or plays with your hair that just gets you aching to take it further with him

but, you haven’t done anything before 🥺outside of, of course, a couple make out sessions and that one day’s dry jumping that got you way more excited than you expected

so, jisung is sleeping over at your place (as he often will—“your bed is just so much comfier than mine!!”)

he’ll roll over to swoop ya up and hold you all close to him, nuzzling is head into your shoulder.

theres nothing cozier than your ball of sungie hehe—sidenote

you being the little spoon, you’re often VERY aware of how both of your hips kinda interlock

you barely know how to initiate, so you start grinding into his lap, making extra effort to let your ass brush up against those soft cotton boxers of his

he’d giggle “what are you doing?”

“i just like how it feels” you mutter quietly

“what’s that babe? can you say that again?”

this time you grind down harder, and he feels it

jisung groans out a bit, then pulls you into him, no space between your bodies while you continue. he’s gulping down every little bit sensation he can feel

knowing how he’d never want push your boundaries, he’d even be okay letting you grind an orgasm out of him just like this

but that’s not what you want

jisung would kiss careful lips into your neck where your shirt collar dips a little, letting you hear his needy little gasps in your ear

he’d whisper, “can I please touch you?”

you immediately nod, getting that feeling once again: you want to be completely at his mercy.

you're too embarrassed to ask for anything in specific, but would much rather him do anything he’s been imagining

immediately his hands are all over you skin, touching you in places you’ve never been touched before, you didn’t even know you could feel this way

jisung’s hands fall up and down your body: all over and around your legs, digging into the skin of your thighs and waist, up on your chest too, spreading his fingers out so he doesn’t miss an inch.

he’s got calluses on his finger tips from playing guitar that day, but feeling the rough skin on yours makes you tremble

he nibbles at your ear too while his hands reach your hardened nipples which hurt a little under the fabric of your shirt. he pinches and pulls at them, creating a whole new sensation

the sounds you’re making are so foreign, you had no idea you could do such a thing but you can’t stop at all

“are you ready tonight? is this what you want?”

your voice cracks giving him your affirmation

“baby you’re so perfect. i’ve waited so long for you, I only want to make you feel good. just relax okay?”

Jisung’s hand returns to your waistband where he reaches in from behind you to ghost over your wetted underwear.

“oh my god,” he nearly growls into you ear

by now he’s nearly panting into you while he explores your arousal, reaching under your underwear at last

for good measure, you grind down as hard as you can into his lap while he traces your throbbing sex first, then begins to rub at you as slowly and carefully as he can

pressed against your ass, his twitching hard-on swells by the second

with his free hand, he continues exploring your body, steadily maintaining his pace below your waist

“do you like this? shit, you’re unreal.”

your face is furiously warm, and you even feel like hiding your face even though he can’t really see it from behind you

“mm-so…good.” you whimper, then find yourself now grinding into both his hand and his lap

“are you ready for more?”

his vibrato lowers while he brings his lips back to your neck, this time pulling at the skin and marking you as his

“m-more.” you barley manage to squeak

jisung pulls your sleepshorts and underwear off, then does the same to himself

suddenly under the sheets it feels a lot warmer

from behind you, jisung grabs at his hardened dick to tease your enterance with his tip—something that drives you mad with desire for him to just fucking start already—but you’d never find the words to say so

jisung lets shakey breaths of his fall all over your shoulder as he guides himself in, and sinks down just slightly to get the best angle he can

he pushes himself into you fully, stretching out your neglected hole until it hurts just a little

jisung grunts out a string of explicit words while clawing into your frame and gifting kisses to your back

you moan out a little in response while you get used to the feeling of him being inside you. he smooths down your whole shaking body while he lets himself bottom out within you

“you feel so amazing baby, you’re doing so good, so good. are you okay?”

you nod, but that’s not the answer jisung was looking for

“I’ll only accept a yes, okay?”

your fingers dig deep into your pillowcase. “Yes, yeah I’m okay, can you…keep going?”

“of course my love. tonight I’ll take it slow. I can’t promise the same for other nights though.” He laughs a little to himself

Jisung’s makes his first thrust and your body feels explosive. his length and girth are perfect for you, and this deep inside he gives you another round of pleasure that feels dream-like

he sets a pace, slow are careful while holding your back firmly against his chest.

“oh god” he exclaims once, then repeats the phrase more once he starts to reach deep inside

jisung holds onto you as if his life depends on it and he fucks you deeper, relishing each and every pretty little moan that escapes your lips

“can you do it louder for me baby? say my name when you cum for me hmm?”

you’re even more flustered from his request, but gather up all your will to not let him down.

his breath quickens and he starts to go a little faster, building up an orgasm within you with astonishing speed

“god, I love you.”

his hips snap while his pace becomes frantic, just as you’re both about to cum, he reaches down once more to rub into you needily and lovingly

“-gonna cum—cum with me?”

he pleads into your skin, then with a couple more whips, his cum is seeping inside your hole with an unexpected warmth. you’re already addicted to the way his dick throbs inside you as you’re both in aftershocks

you remain this way for a while, simply soaking up every bit of intimacy you can feeling connected in this new way

“did that all feel good for you?” he sweeps some strands of your hair from your eyes, pulling you back slightly to press kisses now on your lips

“I really liked it” you timidly let up, coupled with a giddy little smile

he gives you another one of those winks that makes your heart race

“I can’t wait to do more with you angel, this is only just the beginning.”

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ediths · 4 years

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Sunsets and Surprises

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: A trip to Italy isn’t the only thing that Harry surprises Y/N with.

Warning(s): itallyrry, lost luggage, y/n constantly in harry’s clothes, harry being an absolute sap, surprises, not edited (sorry, i hate having my betas read the shorter pieces)

A/N: anon requested: harry and y/n visit a small town in italy. harry takes y/n to a private beach and he proposes. Yet again, this gif has like, nothing to do with the fic, i just like it fjshdak!!! This is only like, the third (?) proposal scene I’ve written so I apologize if I still suck at the proposal speech!! Normally I wouldn’t give away the big surprise but it was quite literally in anon’s request so I figured I may as well apologize for it now. I hope you like this anon!! I don’t know how I feel about it completely but yeah!! I hope you enjoy it!!

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When you originally imagined visiting Italy, you imagined a peaceful getaway, all worries left back in the States.

You should have known that it wouldn’t be that simple. Your luck forbids anything from going as it’s supposed to. Which is why you’re standing next to the baggage claim in Catania Airport, waiting patiently for your bags to roll around. Harry’s already gotten his bags, so he asked you to watch over them while he quickly runs to the bathroom.

After almost ten minutes of watching the same bags roll around the claim, you decide that there’s no way your bags are here. They must have gotten lost somewhere. You try to keep calm, knowing that as soon as Harry gets back from the bathroom, he’ll calm your nerves.

You turn away from the baggage claim and look in the direction of the bathrooms. What is taking him so long?

After a few more minutes of waiting, Harry turns the corner and all the tension immediately leaves your body at the blinding smile that he flashes you.

“Sorry for taking so long, baby. There was a lone in the bathroom and then I stopped to take pictures with a few fans.” You smile at him and wave it off.

“It’s fine, honey. I get it.” He looks around you for a moment before training his eyes back on your face.

“Where are your bags?” You grimace, almost having forgotten about the missing luggage until he brought it up.

“Yeah, about that…” He frowns at your words.

“It got lost, didn’t it?” You nod and he just sighs.

“Alright, well, let’s just go. I’ll call and get it sorted out. Until then, you can just wear my clothes. I brought extra knowing you’d probably want to wear them anyway.” You smile at that, loving how he remembers that you always prefer to wear his clothes over your own.

“Hey, baby?” You speak up as you’re following him out of the airport to where the car is supposed to be.

He hums in acknowledgement, encouraging you to continue.

“Can I play the music in the car?” He laughs slightly and nods.

“Of course, doll. Play whatever you want.”

The drive to Sicily isn’t as bad as you initially thought it would be. The fact that Harry let you pick the music (as he does most times, he still swears he has no clue why you act surprised nearly every time he agrees) helped the drive go by much faster than it really was.

“Where exactly are we again?” You wonder as the both of you climb out of the car in front of one of the most beautiful villas you’ve ever seen. The outside of the building is an off white stucco design. There are arches that make the place look slightly asymmetrical, but it all just adds to the appeal. The shutters, trim, and porch covering are all wood that’s been stained a brown so dark it almost looks black.

“We’re just about on the coast of Riserva Dello Zingaro beach.” You swoon slightly at the light accent he has while pronouncing the name of the beach.

“Go on in, dove.” He throws you the keys to the place you’ll be calling home for the next week. “Get comfortable, I’m just gonna bring the bags in.”

You do as you’re told, venturing into the villa and taking in the space. It’s not huge, and you’re grateful for that. You know Harry handpicked this spot, knowing exactly how much you hated having unnecessary amounts of extra space. The floor plan is open, the kitchen, dining room, and family area all visible, no walls separating them. The decorations that make you smile, the homey feel that they give off making you feel like you could stay here for the rest of your life.

You walk to the back of the house and into the bedroom that you and Harry will be sharing for the week. The moment you lay your eyes on the room, you gasp. It’s possibly the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen (besides Harry). The bed is larger than any you've ever seen, the frame matching the white bedspread. There’s a white couch facing the floor to ceiling window that faces the view of the beach.

As you’re ogling the room, a pair of arms wrap around your waist and you immediately relax into them. “Do you like it, baby?”

You nod and hum in approval. “Love it.”

“I’m glad.” He places a kiss to the crown of your head and you turn in his arms.

“Can we go to the beach?” He pouts at you for a moment.

“I can’t today. Gotta make that call about your luggage, remember?” You nod.

“It’s okay. We can stay in today, get used to everything.” He expected you to be slightly more upset about not being able to go out, knowing that you barely get to go anywhere anymore without someone recognizing you.

“We can go tomorrow if you want.” He offers.

“I thought you wanted to go explore tomorrow. Wasn’t your plan really to go to the beach starting Wednesday?” He smiles fondly at you as you speak.

“Yeah, but we can always change plans if you want to.” He’s trying to reason with you so you get what you want, but you know how much he likes sticking to the plan. You’ll be fine without the beach for a few days.

“No, baby. It’s fine. We’ll go on Wednesday like we planned.” He leans forward and places a peck to your lips.

“If you’re sure, then we can do that.” He’s scanning your face.

“I promise I’m sure.” You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck and push yourself on your tippy toes to give him a quick kiss.

“Alright, then let me go make this call really fast.” You nod and let him make his way to the family room while you begin to rifle through his suitcase to find a comfier outfit of his to slip on.

The next few days with Harry are perfect, and you’re not sure how it could possibly get any better. He had been constantly loving up on you every chance that he got. He blamed it on you always being in his clothes, but you figure it’s probably just because he’s been happier, more carefree while he’s been here.

“Are you ready to go to the beach, baby?” He peeks his head into the bathroom and is faced with you in a navy blue bikini top and a striped pair of bottoms.

“Yeah, I’m ready. Wanna help me finish applying the sunscreen to my back?” He just nods and reaches his hand out blindly for the bottle. You chuckle at his actions.

“You’re like a teenage boy, H. Act your age.” You notice your mistake the moment he begins to hum under his breath. “Great, now you’re going to have that song stuck in your head all day, aren’t you?”

He just shrugs, a smirk on his face while he applies the sunscreen to your back. He uses deep circular motions, almost like he’s massaging you, and you have to tell him to stop before you never make it to the beach.

The walk there is short, five minutes at most. In the heat, however, it feels like it takes a lot longer.

You’re confused when you get to the beach and nobody’s there. You’d think that there would be more people here at this time of day, especially at a beach this nice.

“Honey, why is there nobody h-” Your breath catches in your throat as you turn on your heel and see Harry down on one knee, a velvet box in his hands.

“It’s a private beach, not many people come here. At least not at this time.” He chuckles lightly and you can’t help the way that your heart swells at the look of the smile on his face.

Before you can say anything, he clears his throat. “Y/N, I know this is unexpected, it wasn’t planned out much or anything. But that’s okay, because neither was falling in love with you.” He chuckles again, almost like he’s nervous. But you can’t really blame him. You’re nervous too. “I didn’t expect to ever fall in love, really. I thought that nobody would ever be able to understand, to cope with the hectic lifestyle that came along with being in my life.” His voice waivers for a moment. He pauses to gather himself before continuing. “But then you came along. You walked right into my life and said you didn’t care what baggage I already had or what we picked up on the way, you were here for it all. Looking back on it, there wasn’t a distinct moment that I fell in love with you, but there was a distinct moment in which I knew. I knew the minute you came to my house in the middle of the night just because I was stressed out and you didn’t want me to be alone. You put my happiness and health over yours that night and that’s when I knew, without a doubt, that I was royally screwed. You make me so happy every single day that you’re around me. Excuse my cheesy reference, but you light up my world like nobody else.” He pauses while you giggle lightly and roll your eyes at him. “I look forward to making you smile and laugh every time that we’re near each other. And, if you’ll let me, I’d love to continue putting a smile on your face every single day. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Y/N. Will you marry me?”

You don’t hesitate before saying yes and throwing yourself into his arms, letting him spin you around and take you back to the villa to show you just how glad he is to have you as his fiancé.

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redhairedwolfwitch · 3 years

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Please Just Hold Me - Sarah Reese x Reader - Chicago Med

Request: Hi! How are u doing? I was wondering if you could do a dr reese x reader fic where the reader just has a horrible day at work and her girlfriend reese takes her to her apartment and takes care of her and cuddle? Just a bunch of fluff. Thanks!

A/n: Two exams done, one to go

You didn't think your work day could have gotten worse from what happened in the morning, but it did.

Your work day was so bad that Sarah found you staring into space at the bus stop, your arms wrapped around your torso in an attempt to comfort yourself.

"Y/n..." Sarah mumbled, coaxing you out of your staring contest with thin air as her soft voice caught your attention.

A weak hum left your lips as you attempted to make eye contact with your girlfriend, holding it for a moment before your eyes drifted back to the ground.

"Let's get you home, darling." Sarah mumbled, holding out her hand for you to take as the bus pulled up to the bus stop.

You barely made it into Sarah's living room before curling up on the couch, the cushion squished in your arms as your body shook slightly.

Fingers running gently over your scalp had you letting out a breath, your eyes meeting Sarah's as you gave her a weak but soft smile.

"Come on, love. I think my bed is comfier than the couch." Sarah prompted, smiling as you stood up after a few moments of deliberation.

///

"Food is ordered, should be here in an hour..." Sarah explained, climbing onto the bed next to you as you rolled over to look at her.

Her fingers ran down your cheek bone for a moment as the two of you stared at each other. Sarah shuffled forwards as you copied, curling up in her embrace.

"I'm sorry your day was terrible, Y/n." Sarah mumbled into the crown of your head, feeling her chest vibrate as you hummed into her collarbone in response.

"I love you."

Your voice was muffled as the words were said more into Sarah's collarbone than anything but you could feel Sarah smile as she took in a gasp of breath.

"I, I love you too."

///

It had only taken Sarah five minutes to go retrieve the food delivery. She wasn't expecting to return to you making a blanket fort.

"Now, this is a different version of Netflix and Chill." Sarah announced, leaving you to puff out your cheeks at her in response.

"You wish." You retorted, your playful glare changing into delight when Sarah revealed the bag of food.

"Do you want to watch something?" Sarah asked as she slipped into the space next to you in the blanket fort.

You hummed in response, opening up the bag of food as Sarah loaded up Netflix, eventually finding a movie to watch.

"Thank you." You whispered, leaning into Sarah as she wrapped her arm around you.

"For what?" Sarah turned to look at you, tilting her head to the side as you looked at her.

"Making my day better." You smiled, a giggle escaping your lips as Sarah leaned in and kissed your forehead.

"Of course, darling. I know you'd do the same thing for me."

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sour--disposition · 3 years

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Promise

Part One, Part Two

callum airey x fem!reader

Once the last box was finally emptied, you flopped back onto your bed with a sigh. With starting a new job and moving house in the same week, it took longer than you’d have liked to unpack the small amount of stuff you had, but your attention was constantly being diverted elsewhere.

Speaking of. “Hi”, you smiled when you answered the FaceTime call from Cal.

“Hey, angel”, he beamed. “Have you finished unpacking yet?”, he asked.

“Yep, just got the last box emptied and folded up ready to go to the recycling”, you told him happily.

You and Cal FaceTimed every night, if not more. He had been a godsend, helping you move out of Freya and Josh’s and get the stuff that you had moved into storage when you moved out of student housing. The conversation that you’d had with Josh and Freya kept playing on your mind, especially when you realised that you and Cal had developed a sort of routine to speak to each other as often as possible.

“What are you thinking about?”, Cal asked, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Nothing”, you hummed, already feeling the blush creeping up your face to betray you.

“That’s not a ‘nothing’ blush, missy”, Cal chastised cheekily. You rolled your eyes at him, sending him a playful glare. There was no doubt in your mind that Cal had at least some idea as to what you were thinking about, he was just insistent on making you blush and splutter. “What’s up?”, he asked, voice soft but serious this time.

“Does it make me a bad person that I’m already thinking about someone else?”, you asked him.

“No”, he said bluntly. “There’s no strict time scale on that sort of thing, love. None of us are gonna think any less of you for anything that you do, as long as you are doing it because it makes you happy”.

The conversation went silent for a moment as you thought over what he had just said. “Who’s the lucky guy, then?”, Cal asked. You rolled your eyes at him again.

“I don’t know if you know him”.

Cal quite quickly changed the direction of the conversation after that. You were on FaceTime with him for another hour or so before you hung up, both needing to go and eat something for dinner.

You had a shower and changed into some comfier clothes before heading for the kitchen to have a rummage around in the cupboards to see what you could make. Just as you’d put some pasta on to boil, there was a knock at your door.

“Cal?”, you asked, surprised to see the tall boy outside your front door. You turned around to walk back into the kitchen and living area, indicating for him to follow you. “What are you doing here?”.

“Is it me?”, he asked, blurted out at you. He looked like he’d been running his hands through his hair ever since you finished your call, strands sticking up at weird angles compared to the smooth look it had just an hour ago. “I just - Is it me, Y/N?”, he all but pleaded this time.

You looked at him and he looked at you. You could feel and hear the blood rushing through your body, pounding around your ears in panic. Saying the wrong thing, either way, could ruin everything. You couldn’t lose Cal, not for anything.

“Yes”.

Cal’s face finally relaxed into a soft smile. He came over to you, engulfing you in his arms and holding you tight. You buried your face into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist and clinging onto the fabric of his hoodie. “Do you want to stay for dinner?”, you asked, voice muffled by the tight space of Cal’s chest and the bunched up fabric of his jumper.

“I’d love to”, he whispered into your hair, dropping a kiss there shortly after.

That night, after you’d eaten, you and Cal sat snuggled up on the sofa. His arm was draped around your back, resting on your ribcage, and your head was pillowed on his shoulder. “I know it might be stupid to say”, Cal started, voice low, “But I won’t do what he did”. He felt you tense up and, in return, held you a little bit closer and a little bit tighter.

“I need this to go at my pace at the moment, is that okay?”, you asked, voice soft and slightly watery.

“I’ve liked you since I first met you, Y/N. I’ll do anything if it means I get to do this”, he hummed. You lifted your head to face Cal properly, your eyes darting to his lips and his to yours. You nodded your head softly, letting him know it was okay.

Cal leaned forward, using his free hand to move a piece of hair behind your ear, leaving his hand on the side of your face. The kiss was soft, gentle and said everything that both of you needed to say but couldn’t find the words for. When he pulled back slightly, Cal rested his forehead against yours, a large grin breaking across his face. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle, letting your head drop down to his shoulder.

Two weeks later, you were finally getting ready for the night that you had planned back when you were still living with Freya and Josh. You were a bit apprehensive about the night, because it had ended up being hosted at Harry and Cal’s place and Harry couldn’t not be invited to a party in his own house. It was inevitable that you were going to see him, but you just had to focus on seeing Cal and your friends and having fun after a tricky couple of months moving and an even harder few months before that.

You had about 20 minutes before everyone would be arriving at the party and you still had to find something to wear. You were stood in front of your wardrobe looking at the dresses you had hung up, but none of them were right. You rifled through them, hoping something, anything, would come to you.

Your hands landed on a black, v-necked mini dress with puffy sleeves. You pulled it off the hanger, smiling when you remembered Cal pulling it out of the box and sticking it on a hanger, making a comment about how good he bet you looked in it.

You wiggled it on, pairing it with some metallic gold heels and gold jewellery. By the time you’d given the floor a quick tidy and stuffed the belongings into your black clutch, you knew you would be at least 5 minutes late.

You ordered an Uber as you walked towards the lift, firing a text off to Cal to apologise and letting him know when to expect you. You were only waiting outside for a minute or so before the silver car pulled up in front of you. You spent the short the trip replying to texts in the girls group-chat and scrolling through your various social medias.

“Thank you so much”, you smiled to the driver before sliding out of the back of the car and walking into the main reception of the apartment building. You hit the button for Cal’s floor, pulling out your phone again to let him know you were almost there.

You could hear the music all the way from the lift, the low bass filled the hallway and indiscernible lyrics bounced from the walls. The thought of knocking on the door briefly crossed your mind, before you realised how stupid it would be. You’d be surprised if people could hear each other speak in there, let alone a knock on the door.

There were already quite a few people there, despite you only being 5 or 10 minutes late. You spotted Cal with his side facing your direction, talking to a group of the guys. You walked over, a smile settling itself on your face as you approached him. Cal looked shocked when he felt you position yourself under his arm, but he quickly relaxed once he realised it was you.

“It’s the dress”, he smiled, leaning back slightly to take in your whole appearance. “You look beautiful”, he told you, shifting his arm to sit on your hip and leaning over to drop a sweet peck to your temple. You blushed, looking around at Simon, Josh and Ethan. None of them looked surprised at what they saw.

“I’m happy for you”, Josh smiled. Conversation quickly recommenced, though, Cal eager not to put too much focus on you.

You dipped away shortly after to get a drink and find the girls. You were chatting happily with them, sipping on your drink when Cal came up to you. Freya wiggled her eyebrows at you in the least subtle way possible. You rolled your eyes playfully, turning to face Cal. Before you could ask what he wanted, he took his hand in yours. “Come dance with me?”, he asked. You smiled and nodded, knocking back the rest of your drink so that you could leave your cup on the side and go and dance with Cal.

Cal held you close against his body and moved the two of you slowly side to side, neither of you not really knowing how to dance properly. You were giggling at the stupidity that Cal was whispering into you ear as his breath tickled your neck. You reached up on your tip-toes, even though that still didn’t bridge the gap between the two of you. Cal took pity on your struggle and dipped his head to press his lips to yours. Before anything could even think about progressing further, you were interrupted by a sharp shout.

“What the fuck!?”.

Harry was livid. He’d turned around from the makeshift bar to go and return to his friends when he was greeted with the sight of one of his best friends all over his girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend.

You turned around in Cal’s arms to face an angry Harry. If you weren’t wrong, he was angrier now than the night that you broke up. It was written all over his face, burned into his eyes. You reached for Cal’s hand, taking a couple of steps backwards, behind Cal’s looming frame.

“Harry”, Cal warned, voice low, as he reached out behind his back to find you.

“Don’t Harry me”, he spat. “I bet you just couldn’t wait to jump into her bed, huh?”, he accused. “And you, telling me you didn’t cheat”, he scoffed. It ignited a flame inside of you, burning raw with anger.

“Outside. Now”, you instructed. You wiggled your hand out of Cal’s, despite him and the girls trying to hold you back. “Let me go, I’ll be okay”, you promised him, voice much softer.

The harsh wind ruffled the sleeves of your dress as you waited on the balcony for Harry. You noticed that the music had been turned off and even though you had left the living area, the attention was still turned to you through the glass doors of the balcony.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”, you asked Harry the minute he’d stepped outside. “Who on Earth gave you the right to comment on my life anymore?”.

“You were kissing my best friend right in front of my face!”, Harry snapped.

“And!? I’m not your girlfriend anymore, Harry!”, you exclaimed.

“Did you have to do it in front of my face? No. You chose to, selfish bitch”, he muttered. If looks could kill, Harry would be little more than dust blowing away in the wind about now.

“No, you’re the selfish bitch. I’m done taking your shit, I was done taking your shit the minute you decided we were through!”.

“You’re the one that left me, remember? Or did you forget that when you started fucking my best friend?”, Harry accused. You rolled your eyes, not bothered to correct him on his inaccuracies about you and Cal.

“No, Harry. I left, but you decided we were through when you went behind my back, shagged God knows how many other girls and then had the fucking audacity to blame me for it”, you exclaimed, voice rising with anger. You watched as Harry tried to process what you said and tried to find the words to bite back with something just as angry and just as hurtful.

“I feel like shit for what I did, Y/N”, Harry sighed, finally losing the attitude and anger. He took a step towards you, hand reaching out. “I was hoping to see you tonight, to see if we could try and make this work. I know what you said... but I was hoping you might’ve changed your mind now that you’ve had time to think about it”, Harry said, voice low but hopeful.

“Harry, I spent 3 months locked away in one of your best friends’ spare rooms because I couldn’t function on my own. You broke me. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep. If it wasn’t for Josh and Freya and the girls, I don’t think I’d have seen the other side of those 3 months. I didn’t move to London so we could try this again”, you said, gesturing between the two of you. “I moved to London because some of my best friends live here. I have a job and my own flat and I’m happy now. Can you please, please try, not to ruin this? Because I won’t let you, not again”.

“But... Freezy?”, Harry asked, voice weighed down with defeat.

“I don’t owe you an explanation”, you told him firmly. “Whatever Cal wants to tell you as his best friend is between you and Cal, but...”, you trailed off. “I’ll be civil as long as you are, you know I will, but that’s the most you’re ever going to get from me, which is a hell of a lot more than you deserve”, you said, voice holding a sense of finality that Harry was sensible enough to pick up on and respect.

You heard the doors slide open and closed as Harry left you alone. You walked over to the edge of the terrace, leaning your arms against the railings as you let out a long, deep breath. You bent over to remove your shoes, sighing as your bare feet hit the cold floor. You heard the doors slide open and closed again and you prayed to anyone that would listen that it wasn’t Harry.

“You didn’t come back in”, Cal said, walking over with a hoodie of his in his hand. “Put this on, you’re shivering”, he told you. He helped you into the jumper, careful not to smudge any of your make up. “Are you okay?”.

“Yeah, I think”, you replied, bundling the excess sleeves into your hands. “Can I have a hug and just stay here for a bit?”, you asked, looking up at Cal through your eyelashes. Cal let out a soft laugh, coming closer to wrap you up in his arms.

You maneuvered yourself so that you could still see the lights and the skyline, letting your head rest against Cal’s chest once you were happy with your position. “I know you’ve said it already”, you whispered quietly. “But please, don’t do what Harry did. If things are ever bad, just speak to me, okay?”, you pleaded.

You felt Cal nod his head on top of yours, shifting to kiss your forehead and hairline.

“I promise, angel”.

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bulletproofscales · 3 years

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wrote a wg-dysphoria fic for comfort purpouses

it is very cliche and kind of a word dump and kinda has no plot

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32177632

Tags: FtM hobi, trans man hoseok , insecurities , weight gain and gender disphoria , gender discomfort , hurt comfort , chubby jung hoseok , namseok , literally pure fluff

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Hoseok doesn't understand himself most times. Or more specifically, on days like this. Where the mere thought of feeling his body resting against the mattress is cringe inducing. But not as bad as the idea of leaving his bed, starting his day, going outside.

He and Namjoon had plans. Plans that they've been looking forward to for weeks, waiting until they both had a completely free day all to themselves. Hoseok can't just stop everything because he woke up feeling like a gross sack of skin, meat and bones. The entire day was planned to their liking too: favorite restaurants, hiding spots in the city, places to shop, and ending the day probably going back to Namjoon's just to hold each other until the next morning. Nothing too special, really.

They loved the domesticity of days like this.

Hoseok should feel excited right now.

He musters to stand up, and just pushes through normally. Yes, he is a responsible adult and doesn't have to stop his entire life because of some mental turbulence. It's easy for the most part, these days he always wakes up hungry. It's all good until he has to get dressed…

See? It was Hoseok's idea after a few months of dating, to start gaining weight. Thinking, if he grew enough, the parts of his body where weight settled the most would become less noticeable. No matter how slim he was before, there was no escaping the personalized curse that seemed to settle all of his weight at his hips and thighs.

And gaining weight worked! Namjoon was on board with any idea that would help his boyfriend feel more comfortable, and Hoseok found himself feeling genuinely better in his own skin.

Yet... he could barely have the courage to undress right now. Let alone try on something to wear for today, knowing everyone was going to see him on it. Today, it felt as though the plumpness did nothing to hide his body the way Hoseok wanted it to. All he could focus on now, was the fact that if he left with Namjoon today, everyone was going to think Hoseok was his girlfriend.

The thought alone makes it harder to swallow. The roundness all over his body whIch he had come to love, the thickness of his legs that hid his butt. The fat that piled on his torso hiding the curve of his waist and taking attention away from his chest. Even his hands, which had grown a little chubby, were perfect to hide the daintiness in them. All of that on a day like this, just seemed to amplify the pear form that his body grudgingly took in spite of him.

His hands rub at his hips, soft and squishy to the touch, but Hoseok wouldn't dare touch. Only Namjoon gets to touch them without making the older tense up in discomfort; the only thing that makes the squishing of the fat bearable is the deep voice that always comes after it, pouring praise to Hoseok's ear making his shiver in the best of ways.

He doesn't know how he'd react if Namjoon was to touch him now, though. Hell, he didn't know how the younger would react to Hoseok's poor excuse. That's a lie, he knows Namjoon will be nothing but accepting if he so much as suspects his boyfriend is having a bad dysphoria day.

But it doesn't make the guilt go away.

So he pushes it down, rather grabbing something that will cover his body at all, even if it won't hide the parts he doesn't want to see. At least it won't show so much skin.

Hoseok is trying outfit number 6 by the time the doorbell rings. Absolutely not prepared to greet his boyfriend, Hoseok takes one last disgusted look at himself in the mirror before rushing to the door.

"Hey." Namjoon tries to say subtly, but the grin on his face is so wide and eager, it grips at Hoseok's heart. Guilty as he smiles back. "You ready?" He has to slightly look up to meet Namjoon's face; brain unhelpfully reminding him of just how tall his boyfriend is, how masculine he is without even trying.

Ugh, there's no way he is getting through today, is there?

"About that..." Hoseok's smile turns sad, apologetic. Heart breaking at the way Namjoon's expressions drops. "I don't think I feel like I can handle going out today..." He fiddles with his own hands.

"Oh...'' That's Namjoon's own response, and Hoseok understands the disappointment. Can only imagine how tiring it must be to have to cut not only their daily life, but plans they've been looking forward to for weeks, just because Hoseok doesn't feel good about himself that day. He probably thinks the only way for him to progress is to push himself to go out and live despite the dysphoria, to suck it up; maybe even doing that would be the masculine thing to do.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, Seok-ah." The voice that speaks is so gentle, though. Warm hands cupping at his soft cheeks. He doesn't manage to answer, rather looking at Namjoon with wide, anxious eyes. "Lets go inside, yeah?" He smiles softly, hands settling at his shoulders before guiding Hoseok back into his own house.

It definitely feels like Namjoon isn't as upset as he should be, being unfair to himself and too kind to Hoseok's dysphoric taunturm. But the older doesn't know if he wants to bring it up, just in case he changes Namjoon's mind. He has to, though.

"It's not that big of a deal J-Joon, we can still go out, I just need to find something to wear." He tries to reassure as Namjoon guides him to the couch. However, the younger has known Hoseok for far too long to buy that.

"If you start feeling better, then we can go out." He smiles innocently, gentle; but knowing fully well that Hoseok was just trying to belittle his experiences.

A weak smile shapes Hoseok's lips into a heart. "It's not fair how you use your knowledge of me against me." He complains, though it has absolutely no bite to it.

"You can't stop me." Namjoon grins back smugly, sitting beside Hoseok and leaning for their lips to meet. The older sighs in defeat; he's lost.

Yet it feels absolutely nothing like losing. At all.

"Fine, but I want your hoodie." He demands, bratty. Hoseok would feel guilty about it if Namjoon didn’t immediately comply with all his commands. Eagerly pushing his hoodie off, silver of tan skin showing as his shirt rides up along with it; which Hoseok absolutely does Not stare at. An quickly snatches it off his hands, before sliding it on his own.

Probably, stealing your boyfriend’s hoodie which fits significantly bigger on him, would be considered a femenine thing to do. But Hoseok will be damned if he doesn't let his nose sink into the fabric and immediately melt at Namjoon’s scent. Only enhanced by Namjoon’s arms, wrapping around his shoulders.

Hoseok never told him to do it, but on days like this Namjoon makes sure to keep his hands off the parts he knows his boyfriend is insecure about. He appreciates it, even if the idea of wrapping his chubby arms around Namjoon’s thick waist seems silly considering their different bodies. But it does make him feel masculine, so he guesses the younger’s strategy works perfectly; as they cuddle closer on Hoseok's couch.

The silence is comfortable for a while, Namjoon tucks his head into Hoseok’s shoulder, as the older gets to caress the warm skin at Namjoon’s lower back.

But oh, Hoseok could never be so lucky.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Namjoon’s voice whispers into the older’s soft neck. And he can only sigh, parly endeared, and partly annoyed.

His boyfriend is so caring. Too caring

“Do I have to?” He groans, and Namjoon takes it as his cue to tangle his fingers gently through the hairs of Hoseok’s nape; soothing.

“I’m asking if you want to, silly.” The older doesn't have to look to know Namjoon is rolling his eyes.

“Nothing happened in particular, cus I know you are worrying about that.” Hoseok grins at the way he feels his boyfriend's body sigh relaxed at that reassurance. “I just woke up feeling this.”

“You better not be using the fact that ‘nothing happened’ as a way to invalidate your feelings.” He scolds gently.

“And you better not be using your knowledge of me against me!” Hoseok whines in an attempt to lighten the mood, and pats his own back when he hears Namjoon’s laughter against his neck.

“I mean it, hyung.” He raises his head from the safe space of Hoseok’s neck; who’s still trying to get past the flips of his stomach at the sound of Namjoon calling him ‘hyung’. “I wouldn’t spend our free day any other way.” And as if to seal the deal, he lands a gentle peck onto Hoseok's nose.

He feels it in his chest, the bursting love he feels for this man. How his body doesn’t feel squirmy at the feeling of his body against Namjoon, just from having him close, having him be treated with such...normality.

It feels like he is broken out of a transe with the movements of Namjoon’s hands at his shoulders. “Y-you know… You don’t have to avoid touching me.” He chuckles a bit nervously.

“O-oh.” His expression grows bashful. “I don’t actually know like--I don’t want to make you uncomfortable!” He whines.

“Namjoon you’re like three times my height, it is not comfortable. You can touch my hips.” It even manages to burst giggles out of Hoseok’s chest.

“Okay, okay.” The younger chuckles as well, as he begins to untangle his arms off Hoseok’s shoulders. And they rather find a comfier route settled at the plush of his hips. And it always feels unfamiliar the first time; as if Hoseok avoids and ignores them so much that they only exist with Namjoon’s gentle squeezing.

His eyes close, as the younger kneads the pillowy skin. Hoseok doesn't realize he is humming until a chuckle bubbles out of Namjoon’s chest. Soft body entirely melted against Namjoon’s firmer one. “You should’ve just told me you needed this.”

“It's hard to admit I need it sometimes, the gentler touches.” The older speaks softly, as Namjoon’s hands rub up and down the curve of Hoseok’s waist, thumbs caressing at the sides of his belly.

“Aish, you speak like I’m not gentle with you ever.” Namjoon groans quietly, rolling his eyes. His hands squeeze at Hoseok’s waist unaware. And okay, he does not mind this.

“I know I know. But I overthink everything when I get like this, you know that.” He cups the younger’s face, whining softly. “I like it though.. I just feel like I might not deserve it sometimes.” He confesses with an apologetic smile.

But Namjoon doesn’t falter, still grinning with so much love. “That’s alright, I love reminding you.” He leans to Hoseok’s hand still cupping his cheek, kissing it.

#namseok #chubby hoseok #trans jung hoseok #dysphoria #gender disocmfort #hurt comfort #unadultarated fluff #i stayed until 3 am writting this just to feel soemthing

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DAY TEN

Jin’s already awake by the time you blink away the last few dregs of sleep from your eyes. Glancing at you over the top of his phone occasionally, he smiles and wishes you a good morning once he sees you stretching and sitting up.

“Mm, morning,” you hum back, enjoying the well-rested looseness to your muscles from a good night’s sleep. “I think your bed is comfier than mine.”

“Then move in,” he answers immediately, with a wry grin to let you know he’s not fully serious. “Slept good, then?”

You nod, shifting under the duvet to face him. For a moment, you just give him a bemused look. “You like to get yours done early, huh? The prompt, I mean. Wanting to get it over and done with? Both last week and this week you were one of the firsts.”

Jin’s eyebrows lift in mild surprise. Even this early in the morning, his brown hair is endearingly ruffled, and his eyes are as bright as ever, pyjamas not even wrinkled. “Of course not,” he waves away, reaching out to pat your thigh warmly, his palm resting there. “I’m an opportunist.”

Your heart hitches in your chest at the intense gaze he holds on you, the heat from his skin making you shiver. Though he was dressed in a matching set of striped pyjamas, you only had a baggy shirt and a pair of panties on, your preferred way of sleeping, and his fingers splayed broadly over your bare thigh has your stomach turning in pleasure.

Outside, it’s silent, and judging by the early hour of the alarm clock on his nightstand, nobody else would be up. You bite your lip, letting your hand rest over Jin’s. “We’re alone,” you offer up suggestively, “I’m barely dressed, and I’m still needy from not getting to fuck you yesterday. Would you classify that as an opportunity?”

Though his face stays lightly bemused, the twitch of his fingers tightening minutely on your thigh belies his reaction. “Oh, baby; did Seokjinnie not give you his cock, hm? Was he being a meanie?”

You tut, trying not to laugh at the playful pout he’s stuck his bottom lip out for. “You goof, now the mood is ruined. I’m outta here.”

After shaking his hand off your thigh, stumbling awkwardly out of the mess of sheets and blankets, you make it to the desk where your phone has lain, unplugged, overnight. Wincing at the low battery and long train of notifications, you don’t hear the shifting of fabric or bare feet on plush carpet until a clothed hardness is pressed flush against you, making your core clench even as you jump in fright.

Barely breathing, you feel as Jin’s chest leans forward to press against your back, the buttons of his pyjamas digging in. And then further still, pushing until you bend at the hip. As one hand reaches out to brace himself on the desk, and the other arm wraps low around your waist, Jin forces you to bend over the desk longways until your phone has clattered loudly onto the wood and your chest presses against the hard surface.

“What are you-” you break off with a gasp at the feeling of his lower hand moving, fingers slipping between your legs to brush over the crotch of your panties, folds already dampening the fabric. “What are you doing?” you manage to pant out.

“You were right,” Jin murmurs lowly, and your spine trembles to hear his voice so close to your ear, lips barely brushing the lobe. “I would classify this as an opportunity. I’ll give my baby the cock she needs.”

You groan as a single fingertip locates your entrance and presses, obstructed by the fabric but enough to make you clench. “Fuck me,” you plead, letting yourself go slack against the desktop, one hand clutching at his wrist to anchor you.

“Mm,” he hums sweetly, standing himself up again. You whimper at the loss, but it’s drowned out by his gentle shushing. As his clothed erection continues to press against you, he takes his free hand and slips it under your shirt, running his palm up and down your back to calm you. “I will,” he confirms, “but I just want to make sure you’re ready first, yeah? Can you be patient for me?”

You nod shakily, biting down hard on your lip when you feel both of his hands moving until they meet together to slip down your panties. His nails drag lightly over the flesh of your ass as the fabric slides off, and the second they drop and pool at your ankles, you feel his fingers dipping inside you without hesitation.

You jump at the sudden intrusion of two of his thick fingers instinctively, but his hand is on your back again, holding you down with the barest exertion, and he continues thrusting at an unhurried pace.

“That’s it,” he praises, “just take it like that, baby, just relax for me.” He continues to work you open; two fingers, then three, even testing a fourth just to see you wriggle wantonly below him, before he pulls them out wetly.

Already out of breath and sweating, you whine at the lack of contact. “‘M ready, Seokjinnie, just fuck me, please,” you blabber as your core clenches, empty.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, sweetness,” he assures, “I just wanna see your pretty face. Do you wanna go hop on the bed for me?”

No matter how hard you bite on your lip, enough blood is rushing to your cheeks for the blush to be clear to Jin as you stand up shakily and turn to face him. With a pleased smile at how he’s affected you, he helps lead you to the bed again, guiding you to lay down on your back on the cool sheets. As your legs dangle over the edge, Jin steps between them, palming at his crotch.

Splayed out like this, your shirt rides up, and Jin takes the opportunity to grip snugly onto your hip, holding you steady as he slips his cock out from his pants and begins running it through your folds.

Your breath hitches, core clenching around nothing as you whine. “Need you, Seokjinnie,” you gasp as his head finally presses to your entrance. Eyes fluttering shut, you let a hand trail down to find his, entwining your fingers.

You feel him shift to hold your hand better, a low breath leaving him as he tightens his fingers. Even as he drives his length into you, slow enough to feel every inch, it’s the feeling of your hand in his that strikes you as the most intimate, most vulnerable part of this.

You hiss instinctively once his hips press flat against the flesh of your ass, clenching around the intrusion, and Jin passes his free hand over your cheek soothingly. “Just relax,” you hear him coo, “open your eyes for me, baby, deep breath.”

You manage to blink away the pleasured haze that tugs at your lids, staring up at his warm smile. Just like before, the endearing disheveled hair and cosy pyjamas he’s wearing make you smile back at him, heart airy at how beautiful he looks.

Through a crack in his curtains, earthy rays of sunshine filter through the air, the light banding across his face and collarbones. You have the sudden urge to kiss him, your free hand clutching at the soft fabric of his shirt.

When he lets you tug him down, he shifts inside you, and you whimper. The sound is quickly muffled by his lips, moving against yours so sweetly. Jin’s kisses are usually heady, addicting, but this one feels like a deep inhale of clean air, fresh and comforting, and you bury your hand in his shirt like your life depends on keeping him close.

When he finally does pull away, still so close that his nose bumps against yours, he rubs your cheekbone with his thumb fondly. “Are you ready for me to move now, baby?”

You nod, your legs coming up to wrap around his waist, ankles locking in. “Please, Seokjinnie.”

“Just relax,” he murmurs gently again, and presses his nose to your jaw, nudging your face to the side so that he can lay featherlight kisses down the sensitive skin of your throat.

Feeling electrified from his teasing touches, you groan brokenly when he finally begins to pull out. Once your walls clench needily around his head, he thrusts back in, and sets a deep, languid pace.

With your head turned to the side, nerves alight with the worshipping flicks of Jin’s tongue against your pulse point, you let your eyes fall shut again to just let yourself feel. With your legs wrapped around him, Jin doesn’t have much room to drive into you, so instead he rolls his hips, grinding against you in a way that drags against your g-spot every time.

Every exhale is a sigh of pleasure that drips from your open mouth, and a low vibration on your skin tells you Jin’s mumbling quietly against you, face buried into the crook of your neck as he holds tightly onto your hand.

Even with clothes between your chests, you feel closer with him than you have before, something about the lack of space between you more intimate than anything you’ve experienced on the show.

Sliding a hand around the back of his neck to keep him near, you arch your neck further to the side in hopes that the extra room will allow you to hear his panted utterances better.

Jin, however, takes this as a chance to move up again, nipping at your jaw, then around to suck dizzingly at the sensitive skin just behind it, below your lobe. Closer to your ear, though, you can hear him more, and your hands tighten even more on him, the words fluttering in your stomach like butterflies.

“-beautiful, my baby girl,” he coos, gasping out praises through rolls of his hips, “so perfect. Feel so good for me. Doing so well.”

You hitch out a moan as the lower hem of his shirt slips down between you, dragging just beside your clit, and you feel your mind go numb with need. “Seo-Seokjinnie, I need more, please,” you whine, arching your hips to meet him.

With a hard swallow, he pulls away from your ear, bracing himself against the bed with the hand that’s clasping yours, and reaches the other down to where you need him most.

You cry out, feeling your high approaching the moment his fingers strum at your clit, making you tremble. “R-right there, oh god, I’m so close,” you gasp out.

“Baby,” Jin calls through pants of exertion, “fuck, me too, want you to cum for me.”

As your orgasm approaches steadily, the coil in your stomach moments away from snapping, he bends down to reclaim your mouth one last time.

It’s not the length inside you or the fingers rubbing at your clit that send you over the edge. It’s the way his fingers lock around yours so tight yet his lips are so gentle on you, that sensual contrast of domestic and needy.

You cry out when you cum, clenching rhythmically around him with the force of it, and it’s mere moments later that he shudders once, and begins to spill into you, rocking his hips all the while to work you through it.

Even as he’s splayed above you, he holds all his weight on your entwined hands, letting your chest heave freely as the tremors flood through to your toes.

In the force of your combined orgasms, neither of you have the mental capacity to kiss each other, but your mouths never separate, gasping air from the other’s lungs like you’ll suffocate without.

The aftershocks last a while, your limbs feeling weak and head lofty once they finally settle. However, before you can fully come back to your senses, a sudden loud bang makes the two of you startle, Jin hissing when you clench around him.

Behind Jin’s locked door, the unmistakeable chipper voice of Jung Hoseok cries out. “Breakfaaaast! Stop fucking; it’s breakfast time!”

You groan, head dropping back limply onto the sheets. “What the fuck,” you grunt, “isn’t he meant to know not to interrupt a scene from his days in the dungeon or something?”

Jin stiffens, face going uncharacteristically blank as he pulls out of you and stands back up. Your legs unlatch from around him and you clench automatically, trying to avoid any of his cum from dripping out onto the sheets. “Sorry,” he says off-handedly as he untangles his fingers from yours, stepping away to tuck himself back into his pyjama pants. “I’m going to have a shower; just tell them to set some aside for me. Or not. I don’t mind.”

You sit up, frowning at his sudden dismissive behaviour. Like he senses your confusion, his shoulders drop, a hand rubbing over his face tiredly. “Are you alright?” you question, stepping gingerly off the bed to go seek out your panties.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, this time his voice coloured with honesty. “I didn’t realise you saw that as a scene, that’s all. But I understand.”

Your chest sinks as you stand a metre apart, feeling a distance far greater than that between you. “I- That isn’t what I meant, I was just saying Hoseok should’ve known not to interrupt-”

“It’s okay,” he cuts in, brows immediately knitting as if he’s displeased with his own interruption, “could we talk about this later? I want to be honest and open with you, but I need a bit of time to think first. I’ll see you later.”

He’s shut the door before you can process his words, but gently, like he wants to make clear he’s not slamming it. It provides you no comfort, howevever, and rather than showering yourself, you run to your room and put some pants and a fresh shirt on, hurrying downstairs so that your mind doesn’t get the chance to dwell.

Breakfast helps take your mind off it.

It’s easy to let yourself soak up the surroundings; focussing on the others around the table instead of yourself.

Namjoon has the hiccups for a solid half an hour, and every unannounced hic makes the table burst into another peal of laughter, until Taehyung finally gives him a sufficient fright to quell them.

Jungkook regales the rest of you with a (periodically interrupted) story of how he got his thumb stuck in the faucet of his bathroom and had to call out for Taehyung, whose room was just beside his, to come bring some butter and ease it out.

“And then we wanted to test if Jungkook’s thumb was bigger than mine,” Taehyung adds, “so I put my thumb up the faucet and turns out, they’re actually pretty similar sizes.”

Although the masseuse boasts this fact proudly, Jimin scrunches his face up. “So… yours got stuck up there, too?”

Taehyung deflates. “Yeah.”

“But we already had the butter,” Jungkook points out. “So it was fine.”

Jimin pinches the bridge of his nose, like the anecdote physically pains him to hear, and the conversation shifts once again.

Throughout, your eyes can’t help but return over and over again to Yoongi. Jaw tense, eyes calculating yet flighty, and shifting in his seat every few minutes as if he can’t get comfortable.

He notices your gaze, probably because he’s looking your way just as often as you’re looking his, and makes a visible effort to relax. Mulling over his odd behaviour, you’re reminded of the strange text conversation the two of you had the other day. Yoongi had wanted to revise your limits, seemingly out of nowhere; he even asked you in advance to stay in his room the night of his scene so he could make sure you were alright, though he wouldn’t specify what day.

You can’t help but wonder if you’re in for it today.

For the most part, you’re happy letting the boys surprise you, but your curiosity just lifts higher and higher for Yoongi this week every time you’ve seen or spoken with him. He’s all in black today; more formal than usual with black fitted trousers and a high-necked black sweater. Roleplays and dynamics, you remind yourself. Though Yoongi always dressed pretty nicely, he wasn’t one to don dress casual attire, and it has your mind scrambling for answers. Lawyer? CEO? Professor? Truthfully, it could be anything like that - provided this even was a costume choice for his prompt and not just him wanting to dress nicely today.

Putting the thought aside, and trying not to read too much into his odd shifting on the seat, you grab another slice of bacon from the table (Yoongi had apparently shown off his Western cooking skills this morning yet again) and slip back into the flow of conversation.

In the end, Jin comes downstairs before you finish eating. Automatically, you feel your heart begin to thud sickly, but to your surprise he walks past your chair and squeezes your shoulder with a fond smile before sitting down at the end of the table. Clearly far more cheerful, his face is freshly washed and his his hair still damp as he immediately digs in to any and all of the food still left on the table.

It surprises you to see him seemingly unbothered by your word-slip this morning, but upon your inquisitive glance, he just sends you a nod of acknowledgement, mouthing it’s okay at you around a mouthful of rice.

You go lax with relief, though a small voice in the back of your mind nags you, what if it isn’t? What if he’s just pretending to save face and make things less awkward? There’s not much you can do here, not with a crowd of unassuming housemates chattering away, but you try to take a mental note to have a conversation about it later with Jin. He’d appreciate that, you think.

“Are you alright?”

You glance up suddenly at the concerned voice, but it isn’t directed at you. Beside you, Namjoon frowns at Yoongi as the older man shifts in his seat once more.

“Just… feeling a bit uncomfortable,” he admits stiffly, legs splayed with one bouncing restlessly.

Hoseok snickers behind his fork, but makes no further comment. Namjoon, however, still seems genuinely worried for the doctor. “Maybe you should get some air,” he suggests lightly, eyes drooping in sympathy, “there’s a really nice gazebo just out back by the flower beds?”

Yoongi’s tongue slips out to wet the corner of his mouth, and pauses. He blinks once, then his whole demeanor shifts, letting out a heavy sigh even as his eyes light up. “Good idea, Joon,” he allows with a small smile, “though I better not go alone. Y/n; would you mind accompanying me?”

You know he knows that you see right through him; the twinkle in his eyes as they rest on you speaks clearly. But then again, you also know that he knows that you have no real idea of what exactly he’s planning on doing with you. That mixed adrenaline of being in on the naughty little secret, as well as having no clue what really was coming, stirs excitement in your stomach, and you find yourself on your feet before you’ve even fully processed his words.

True to what Namjoon said, the gazebo is really nice. Trellis on two sides with winding strands of climber plants are studded with small flowers in white and pale blue, the sun still streams in through the two open sides, providing wooden benches warmed from the rays.

You don’t sit, though, as you face Yoongi. Your pulse races and core throbs, but he holds you in that electric silence, eyes running over your figure shamelessly.

“You remember the safewords?” You nod at Yoongi’s quiet but firm voice, closer to a statement than a question. He doesn’t even look you in the eye, instead licking his lips wolfishly as he admires you, making you shift from the fierce attention. Yoongi grunts in acknowledgement. “Good. I hope these clothes you’re wearing aren’t expensive.”

You frown at him, lost, but he’s tilting his head to the side suddenly, gaze locked between your legs. Even as you instinctively glance down, you feel it before you see it.

A thin stripe of wetness, trailing down your inner thigh past your shorts. The off-white colour and thick consistency is unmistakeable, as is the wetness of your panties. Your cheeks flood as Yoongi tsks, raising a brow.

“I see someone beat me to the prize this morning. Let me guess; Jin?”

You open your mouth, but close it again, feeling somehow too shy to speak. Yoongi’s always been a pretty introspective guy, but never have you seen him this quietly intense before, his lips set in a line that is neither amused nor disappointed. You nod instead.

Even as he lets out a minute sigh, his hand leaves his side, and your breath catches in your chest as you feel a fingertip collecting the trail, all the way up to the sodden seam of your panties, and pulls back.

Holding it in between both your faces, Yoongi’s eyes observe the older man’s cum as it pools on the pad of his finger. There’s something so dirty, so taboo about the sight that you have to smother a sob of need at the sight, but you’re unable to muffle a guttural groan as he dips that same finger into his own mouth, sucking it off with a pop.

“Yoongi, fuck,” you breathe, feeling lightheated even though he’s barely touched you.

His hand drops, eyes latching back onto yours sharply. “Guess I’ll have to fuck him out of you. Claim you as mine.”

Your eyes widen, heart racing. “Yoongi…” You don’t even know what else to say, mind blank with desire.

He grins, and the primal satisfaction in his eyes has you dampening your panties even more than Jin’s cum already has. “Perhaps if you scream loud enough, he’ll hear you from inside.”

You squeak as he rushes you, chest pressed against yours and an arm under your ass, lifting you off the ground as he walks back. Feeling air rush around you and the sun suddenly pierce into your eyes, you clutch onto Yoongi as he kneels down and drops you softly but suddenly onto the lush bed of grass, warmed from the sun.

With eyes wide with shock, you watch as Yoongi reaches for your shirt. Without a moment to process him fisting the fabric, you hear it rip from the neck down, until the two torn fronts lay over your arms, bra exposed. “Yoongi!” you cry, not angry so much as startled, but he’s not done.

With a sneer and a grunt of exertion, he rips away your bra too, the lack of an underwire on the lacy garment making it too easy for him to tear away. Like a man possessed, he tugs off your shorts, jerking your body as the waistband is roughly pulled past your hips, and by the time his fingers dig into the sodden fabric of your panties to shred them too, your whole body is on fire with arousal.

His black shirt and pants, once reminding you of a rich CEO or classy lawyer, now seem to fit him like the pelt of a wolf or the sleek fur of a panther, his eyes pinning you back onto the grass. His hands are all over you, nails digging in like claws to make you shiver. “I’m going to ruin you, little dove,” he promises. “But first; I’m sick of smelling another man’s cum on you.”

With the sun blazing down on you, a cool breeze peaking your bared nipples, you can barely comprehend what he’s doing when he backs away, further from the shelter of the gazebo. Not until he lowers himself down, wraps a iron-tight grip around your ankle and tugs you down to meet him halfway as his mouth descends on you.

Instead of where you expect, however, you feel his lips sucking up your thigh, cleaning up the drips that have run down since. “God, Yoongi,” you start, but he chastises your whining by replacing lips with teeth, biting harshly into the sensitive flesh.

You cry out wordlessly, hand reaching down to fist in his hair. His mouth finally finds your core, and his flicking tongue is just as sharp as his teeth, and more deft.

It’s sinful; the way you can feel his tongue digging into you, sucking out Jin’s cum like his life depends on it. Every lash of it runs over your swollen clit, thighs trembling.

There’s no one around, and your cries echo strangely in the open air, making you feel small. One of Yoongi’s hands reaches up to paw roughly at your breast, tweaking at the nipple until you try to bat him away. The lazy late-morning breeze, the soft blades of grass, the scrapes of Yoongi’s teeth on your folds as he eats you out like a man starved. These things don’t seem like they should ever be together, yet it’s so deliciously addictive to be pinned to the ground like this, Yoongi’s grunts mixing with your moans.

You tighten your grip in his hair, jumping when he sinks his teeth into your inner thigh in reproach, mirroring the earlier one surely enough to bruise.

Marking you, you realise. Claiming you.

Though any trace of the cum inside you must surely have been tongued away, Yoongi doesn’t slow down for a minute, determined to make you scream as promised.

Now that the pretence of cleaning you out has been surpassed, he targets your clit, sucking and flicking and grazing until you’re a shivering mess, unable to think about anything but him between your legs, and the orgasm that is so close you can almost taste it.

Your thighs still throb with the memory of his teeth, and even as they ache, you long for more. You try your luck with a gasped breath. “Y-Yoongi, please!”

The moment he sucks your clit between his teeth and nips, your vision goes white, the moan halfway out of your throat morphing into a strangled stream as you tug at his hair, seeking out more pleasure to ride your high.

His hand doesn’t stop its assault on your breast as you cum violently beneath him, and the tugging at your nipple makes your spine go taut in an arch, the climax rushing through you quick and hot, nothing like the slow flowing warmth of your orgasm earlier this morning. It’s over almost as soon as it takes you, and you let out a cry when the stimulation quickly turns into needle-like sharpness.

“Too much,” you gasp, but he acts like he hasn’t heard you, laving his tongue over your overstimulated clit like he's addicted to it.

It’s only once you begin to physically push at him, his shoulders and head, that he sits up, grinning down at you as you pant.

The entire bottom half of his face from the tip of his nose down is glossy with your arousal, and his hair is tangled from you clutching at it. He looks positively wild, drunk off your core, and the thought itself makes a moan rumble deep in your throat.

You brace your trembling arms on either side of you and shift up onto your hands, ragged shirt immediately slipping down to pool at your wrists. “Holy shit, Yoongi,” you enthuse, the intensity of your orgasm still hazy in your mind even if it’s left your body.

“Oh, you think that was me ruining you? You think I’m done?” Something in Yoongi’s eyes glints, something primal. He sits back on his heels. “Run, little dove.”

You pause for a moment, even as his words lick at your core with arousal. He wanted you to run, so that he could chase you. So that he could catch you and ruin you like he promised, like he warned.

You swallow, stumble to your feet with shaky knees, and take off.

With clothes shredded, you have no choice but to dart away, naked, and the thought of any of the others seeing you through the glass from inside makes your heart beat faster.

The you an hour ago would have shied away at the full nudity, perhaps, but you feel high on adrenaline and arousal, and so you aim your path boldly towards the back door of the house.

Feet thumping against the grass, you slow to a stop to glance behind you. No longer on his knees, Yoongi is brushing off his pants, eyes narrowed and blazing like twin suns as he takes off right towards you.

Another streak of excitement rushes through you, the absurdity of the situation disappearing under the need of feeling him fucking into you with abandon once he catches you.

You take off again, grass changing to concrete until you bang against the glass door, throwing it open and rushing through the kitchen.

Strangely, there’s no one in the lounge or the dining area, and as the lush diners of the carpet soothe your feet, you can’t tell whether the leap in your heart is relief or disappointment.

Your momentary pause of surprise loses you precious distance, and you squeal when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

Whirling away from Yoongi’s grip, you stumble back into a run, feeling the impact of his feet on the floor right behind you all the way.

In the end, you make it to the base of the stairs before his hands reach you again.

Your knees buckle only the stairs with a jarring thud, and you catch yourself, sprawled on the incline of the stairs.

You cry out when a hand buries itself in your hair, Yoongi’s legs straddling you and hips pressing you down as he tugs your head back. The growl that emerges from his throat is nothing short of animalistic as he runs his nose up your throat to nip roughly at your earlobe.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, little dove,” the doctor warns in a gravelly voice, “so hold still.”

As you tremble beneath him, Yoongi darts out his tongue to lick one slow stripe up the side of your face possessively, before he lets go of your hair and shifts back.

Impatiently, you hear him slip his pants down just enough to expose his cock, and he swears gruffly under his breath, spitting into his palm to slick himself up with a few quick strokes.

Like you’re lighter than air, Yoongi grabs your hips and lifts them up so that your knees rest on a higher step. “Wider,” he snaps, and you rush to obey with a whimper, feeling exposed on your hands and knees, right where anyone coming downstairs could see you.

Perhaps because he knows Jin must’ve stretched you out earlier, or perhaps he just wants to stay in character, but the moment he lines himself up with your entrance, he’s pounding into you without abandon.

Too fucked out to even notice the level of your voice, you cry out with every thrust, the sound punctuated by his hips slapping against you.

You can’t think of anything but his cock in you, the growls leaving his throat, his fingers digging into your hips almost enough to bruise. Your mouth doesn’t close, a trail of drool collecting under your chin but there’s nothing inside you to care.

With all your other scenes, no matter how intense, there’s been a degree of restraint, most of the guys only having been with you once. But with Yoongi, and the safety net of your safe words and limits he so carefully reminded you both of.

All you can feel is unbidden pleasure. Every thrust is intense enough to make your toes curl, but you’re drunk on it, pushing your hips back to meet each one and feel him even deeper inside you.

His hand finds your hair again, gathering a handful to tug back, and you curse as his mouth meets your throat again, lips latching harshly onto the part where your neck meets your collarbone, sucking deeply, teeth nipping, undoubtedly enough to leave a mark that would stick around for who knows how long.

“They’ll see,” he growls, “I’m gonna breed you, little dove, and then they’ll know who you belong to. One of them could come down the stairs right now, and know that I’m the one that owns this precious little pussy of yours.” He’s huffing now, panting with the energy he’s spending on ravaging you so deeply, but his voice is as intoxicating as ever, “Would you like that, hm? Like them to watch me fuck you full of my cum?”

“Fuck, Yoongi,” you cry out hopelessly, and your nails dig into the fibres of the carpet harshly as your orgasm approaches. “Y-Yes, want you to fill me!”

His thrusts get impossibly faster and your jaw slackens even more, eyes rolling back with the inescapable pleasure you feel. You’re so close, but before you can cum, you feel Yoongi begin to spill in you.

Instead of stopping however, he just snaps his hips more, fucking the cum into you messily, growled words of dirty praise as you feel it drip down the backs of your thighs, the increased slickness of his thrusting making it obscenely loud.

You pant, desperately chasing your high, and suddenly you feel Yoongi’s hand in your hair shift, reaching out to wrap his fingers around your throat.

Not pressing enough to cut off air, but enough to make your breaths shallower, he bends down to whisper in your ear. “Cum for me now, little dove.”

On command, your body falls apart, legs shaking and spine arching from the whitehot pleasure. Your elbows buckle, and it’s actually Yoongi’s hand on your throat that keeps your chin banging into the stairs below, letting you down carefully even as he fucks you through your orgasm; slow, measured thrusts to strike your g-spot as you soak his cock even further with your juices.

Feeling tears of pleasure pricking at your eyes, all the energy in your body evaporates as he finally takes his hand away and the unrestricted air rushes into your lungs.

You shiver when he pulls out, feeling oddly vulnerable and exposed, even though you were no more naked or debauched than when you’d ran here. Exhausted from your second orgasm, that erotic haze begins to dissipate, and you can’t picture how you ever had the brazenness to dash through the house and backyard naked.

It’s strange how quickly the atmosphere shifts out of that animalistic delight. Even as aftershocks make your clit throb, a part of you wants to curl up and not face the world. You indulge this, burying your face into the crook of your arm, but then there are hands on you, soft and soothing and nothing like the clawed hands that unraveled you so entirely before.

“Hey, sweetheart,” a warm tone calls out, “are you still with me?”

“Mm,” you mumble ungracefully, but Yoongi takes that as the affirmative.

“Okay, I’m going to lift you up now, yeah? I’m taking you to my room for some privacy.”

You don’t have the energy to nod, so you make a noise of confirmation again, letting deceptively strong arms pick you up off the stairs, carefully navigating you into his hold as he makes his way upstairs one step at a time.

Everything seems a little light and fuzzy, and it’s easier to let your eyes slip closed and Yoongi to do the heavy lifting - quite literally - so you do just that. It’s the cold touch of a made bed against the naked skin of your back that brings back some clarity, and you shift, eyes blinking open again dizzily.

Yoongi’s rushing away, coming back with a blanket to tuck over you, your head propped up on a pillow. “Still feeling fuzzy?”

You do manage to nod this time. You could speak, but the idea itself seems too energy-sapping to bear much thinking about. Yoongi seems more than capable to do the talking himself.

He smiles brightly at your response, taking your hand in his comfortingly. The predatorial glint in his eyes is gone, replaced by focus and intent, carefully monitoring you. Even his caring attention alone feels rejuvenating.

“I shouldn’t have, but I’m going to make sure I haven’t broken the skin anywhere, okay? Just bare with me, sweetheart, you did so well.”

In the end, it takes what must be half an hour of Yoongi checking you over, getting you to sip at some water, and clothing you in some old flannel pyjamas of his so you were warm - the bulky socks were itchy, but they still helped - before your mind feels cleared enough to speak.

It’s strange, coming back from a tough scene like that. You remember Hoseok mentioning something about subdrop before. When all the high emotions and adrenaline of a scene drop away like low tide, leaving your mind sometimes feeling at sea even if your body was back on shore. Eventually, though, with the care of the kind doctor, you feel yourself again, cosy and happy bundled up in his clothes and a warm blanket.

“I’m okay now,” you croak out, voice rusty no doubt from your pleasured cries just before. “I’m good. And it was good, too. It was exciting.”

Yoongi’s brows furrow, glancing up at you from where he’s bending over at the bedside, slipping off a grass-stained shoe. Only after he’d made completely sure you were okay did he even begin to think about himself, and the thought just warms your heart. Yoongi, though, still seems to worry. “It wasn’t too much? I wasn’t sure if I was pushing it too far, even if it was within your-”

“I liked it, Yoongi, and I felt safe,” you insist truthfully, shuffling over to make room for him on his bed. “You know I would’ve said red if I needed to. Or yellow.” You bite down on your lip as the springs in the mattress shift, Yoongi still in his rumpled turtleneck and trousers decidedly less alpha male as he tugs a corner of the blanket over his lap. Your knees bump together, and you find yourself leaning into his side, drinking in the physical contact. “Did… Did you like it?”

Yoongi stays silent for a moment, but you know it’s just because he likes organising his thoughts before speaking. “It was pretty different to my usual,” he admits, “though perhaps not as much as you’d think. There were certainly aspects I enjoyed very much, and others I perhaps don’t feel a need to repeat.”

“Like?” you question.

His shoulder shifts beneath your head, a hand coming up to brush at the tender spot on your neck. “I like marking you up. Making you cum. Though I must admit, I just about popped a hip back there. I think I’m too old for the real kinky shit now.”

You scoff, pushing at his shoulder playfully. “I doubt that. I would say eating Jin’s cum out of me is pretty kinky, and you loved that.”

“I-” Yoongi’s voice of protest is cut off by his own reluctant laugh. “Fine, sure, you got me. I guess I am kinda setting a streak there, huh?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug noncommittally, “you could always find someone else’s cum to enjoy. Get a little variety.”

Yoongi makes a noise of indignation. “You little shit! Don’t kinkshame! You’re the one that fell apart as soon as I put my hand around your throat. We’re as bad as each other.”

You laugh, punching him lightly but letting him get the win. The two of you fall into silence for a few moments, before you sigh lightly. “I think Jin’s angry at me,” you offer up.

To your surprise, Yoongi matches your sigh, like he knows something too. His arm wraps around your waist, tugging you close as he rests his chin on the crown of your head. “He’s just fond of you, sweetheart. Well; we all are, I suppose. But Jin is trying really hard to be the voice of objectivity, and I think he’s struggling with that a bit right now. It’s not you. I promise you that.” You hum, still feeling a poke of guilt in your gut. Unsatisfied, Yoongi presses on. “I suggested he see a therapist.”

Perhaps, when you think of Yoongi, that’s something that will always make your heart warm first. He knows when to be serious, and when to joke, and either way he never fails to comfort you, to make you laugh.

So when Yoongi asks you to stay, not just tonight but for the rest of the afternoon, you don’t hesitate for a moment. There’s nothing you want more than his company.

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