#which i can hear loudly with headphones on + both doors closed

[silverislander]

if my mom doesn't learn how to use headphones istg

[babiesdreams]

Hey! Ignore this if you busy! I was wondering if you could write a jeon soyeon smut? Like her eating you out or whatever you want. You can add gifs if you want, but their not necessary. If possible I would prefer her to be dom. Thank you sm if you decide to write this! Have a great day!

Advent Calendar

Day 13: Jeon Soyeon +18

Warnings: None. It's pretty vanilla

You and Soyeon were roomates but you barely spoke to each other. You always thought she hated you, since she rarely even looked at you. It wasn't a big concern since you liked the peaceful silence anyway.

You hear loud music coming from Soyeon's room and wonder wether or not you should talk to her and ask her to tone it down a little bit. While you're debating what to say her door opens. She looks at you, surprised and smiles softly.

"Did you want something?" She asks crossing her arms. You shake the initial shock and answer. "Just... The music. Could you tone it down?" You ask nicely.

"No" She simply replies. "Anything else?" You hum, trying to digest what she just said. "Why not?" You ask, defiant raising an eyebrow. "I'm working" She explains briefly. You knew she was a song writer and a rapper but you had never heard her play music so loudly.

"Actually" She says chainging her tone. "Could you help me? I need a higher pitched voice for the song" You look at her, completely puzzled. "I don't sing" You explain. "I don't need you to sing" You're even more confused now but ou can't really refuse now that she grabs your hand and drags you inside her room. She closes the door behind you and sits on her bed. You sit on her chair and look at her waitig to see what she wanted you to record.

"Oh" She says getting closer to you, you move your head, avoiding her instintictively. "Wait you have..." She says grabbing the back of your head with her hand. A finger approaches your face, she softly grabs a fallen eye lash and holds it onto her finger. "Done" She says getting rid of it with a smile.

"Thank you" You mumble to yourself. "So what I wanted you to record is this audio" She explains while browsing the audio on her computer. She hands you her headphones and you put them on. She hits play and you can hear clear and loudly a very explicit moan. You can almost feel your skin go from pale to red. You laugh nervously. "I can't do that" You simply reply getting the headphones off.

She chuckles and grabs the headphones from your hands. "It's okay, I understand it can be... embarassing" She says putting the headphones away. "But you should stay though. We barely got to know each other" You nod shyly.

"So, what do you want to know?" You ask her. "Do you have a boyfriend?" She asks, not even getting her eyes off the coputer's screen. "I don't" You reply which is followed by a "And a girlfriend?" You instantly guess she might have seen the Bisexual flag on your room. "Nope" You reply.

"Oh cool. I am bi too" She points out. "I left my girlfriend last week" You look at her expectant of what exactly she expect from this conversation. "I've never had one" You spit out. "A significant other or a girlfriend?" You chuckle. "A girlfriend. I had a girl crush on high school but she didn't like me back"

She looks at you with a shocked expression. "How is that possible? With a girl like you?" You chuckle. "A girl like me?" She hums and sit comfortably on the bed. "Pretty I mean" You blush at her words and she chuckles.

"Have you never been called pretty by a girl?" She asks stroking your thigh. You let out a nervous laugh (saphic panic) "Not really" You say. Her body gets up from the bed. Both of her hands are on your thighs and she gets closer to you. "You're so fucking pretty" She whispers inches apart from your lips. You can't resist giving her a quick and soft smooch on her lips.

She smiles against your lips and kisses you again. This time it's a messy and heated kiss. She grabs your hands and pulls you towards the bed, her body positions itself on top of you, not breaking the kiss for a split second. Her hands keep brushing the sides of your face, caressing them softly, but they quickly slide down your neck towards your sleeveless shirt.

She pulls out the kiss, a string of saliva connects your lips until it falls down, watering your collarbone. "You look so good in this shirt" She whispers. "I couldn't wait to take it off you" Her hand travels down your stomach lifting your shirt slowly until it's off you. You're crabing for the feeling of her lips over yours again. Though his soft and full lips kiss the limits of your bra instead.

You suffocate your moans of anticipation as she passes her tongue along the soft skin of your breast. Her hand undoes your bra, getting it off you soonly after. "Soyeon I've never" You huff trying to explain but she shuts you up, passing her tongue over your nipples. You throw your head back and grip onto the bedsheets.

A soft moan escapes your lips filling the rooms silence. Your body casts heat across the room. You slowly turn your head back to its normal position to look at Soyeon, she has a rather mischievious look on her face, her tongue still playing over your nipple. She moves shortly after tho, leaving awet spot on your breast that seems to attract the coldness that fills the moment.

Chills run through your skin forcing you to gasp when her tongue reaches your other nipple. Her hand cups your other breast, squeezing it softly. When her tongue travels down your body her other hand cups your now lonely breast.

Her tongue traces a wet path along your bust until it reaches the limits of your skirt. This time she doesn't take it off, instead she skips that step and pulls your panties down. You feel a string of your own wetness keeping your cunt and your panties connected for a second. She doesn't make a comment about it, which you appreciate since you're already flustered by the situation.

Her hand lifts your skirt, exposing your naked hips to her face. Two fingers pass along your wetness and then travel all the way to her mouth. "Mmm" She mutters. "You taste so good baby" She comments before burying her face in between your legs.

You feel her tongue pass along your folds, all the way up to your clit, she pauses there for a moment, making circular movements over it. Your hands move on their own, placing themselves on her hair. You push her closer to you, so that you can feel how her wet muscle plays with your sensitive spots.

Your moans only get louder and messier. Her fingers enter you while she keeps sucking your clit nonstop. "I'm close" You manage to let out in between moans. "Cum for me babe" She whispers before moving her tongue fastly over your clit. Her fingers curve inside of you, hitting your g-spot and making it impossible for you to hold your high any longer.

You're loud. Louder than you've ever been. Your whole body is shaking while you still enjoy the feeling of the orgasm brushing over your body. You start calming down slowly, noticing the wet kisses that the girl's been placing on your thighs. "Ready for round two?" She asks with a cocky expression.

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Masterlist

[graveyard-party666]

Blood & Wine

And yet... you're always here.

New week, new chapter. This one was written long ago but i decided to make it longer. Almost gave up because of the verb tenses in that chapter. I still decided not to be bothered by that much and just post whatever i made.

Would it be weird if i decided to change the tense i used before for future chapters?.. 🤔

Anyway... here's the song for y'all.

Red has a stupid habit of plugging both ears with headphones. From a psychological point of view, her attempts to displace the real world, even for a second, are very funny. But even if for a moment she manages to forget about where she is and what she is doing, this is already a victory. From a therapeutic point of view, exactly.

Music has always been and is a part of therapy. There is hardly anything better than just dancing with headphones in your ears. Even if you dance in a place where strange to do so. But who can blame Red for this if the door to her office is closed and her stress and anxiety levels are off the charts? Well, of course, the folders won’t arrange themselves on the shelves.

Music is playing loudly through her headphones, and Red dances around, humming the song, as she places folders in alphabetical order on the shelves. Pedantry or OCD? Ironic.

The psychologist hears little except the music playing, and what difference does it make if the door to the office is closed?

A heavy hand falls on the girl’s shoulder. Red almost doubles over in horror. The last thing she expects is any visitors, especially if the door is locked. From the inside.

Red is unlikely to remember a single moment in her life when she turns her head so quickly. For a second, it seems to her that if she had turned her head a little faster, she would have simply broken her neck. A storm of emotions rushes through the girl when she sees an unexpected visitor. But one emotion is strongest of all - the desire to punch the visitor in the throat.

"Ghost, what the hell?!" the psychologist hisses at the masked intruder angrily. His face is covered by that stupid emo mask like always yet she can see the amusement in his eyes. "And how the fuck did you get in? The door was closed."

"I knocked, you didn't answer so... I just opened it." Lieutenant shrugs, stepping back, giving her space, as she takes off the headphones.

"Just opened it? Really?" Readhead can only skeptically look at the soldier, feeling the desire... desire to punch him. And maybe kiss him. Yeah, and desire to kiss him too.

"You are working with SAS soldiers." Ghost makes a simple yet real point. That's true. She works with the most dangerous men. The amount of skills they have that she doesn't know about is huge. Red doesn't even want to think about it.

"That was a cute dance, by the way."

Red could have sworn she heard the teasing tone in his voice. And for a moment she thinks she might choke him. She leaves no witnesses of her... dances.

"How long were you watching?.. Wait. No. Don't answer that." The psychologist shakes her head, falling down on the chair, feeling the embarrassment but trying not to give it away.

A light chuckle is heard from the masked man, which makes Red think for the millionth time about the plan of running away to the other side of the planet. This work is just too much.

She only shakes her head, taking the pills out of her bag.

"Did I scare you that much that you need sedatives?" Ghost asks jokingly, not understanding that what he has said is partially true.

"Antidepressants actually," Red speaks up after a short pause. She can see curiosity in his eyes.

"How are you working as a psychologist if you yourself need a psychologist?" Ghost looks at Red, smirking under the mask and waiting for an answer.

"No one would understand mentally unstable people better than another mentally unstable person," Red chuckles, hinting that Ghost himself is not as stable as he appears. No one on the team is one hundred percent fine and stable, and that's why they are so good at what they do.

"Being unstable is a blessing in a way..." Red smiles softly, swinging her high-heeled leg. "You guys use your rage and bottled-up feelings on the battlefield while still keeping a cold head and calm mind."

"I know you feel uncomfortable at the thought of me psychoanalyzing you," the woman continues, noticing the stern look of the man in the mask and a small glimpse of curiosity.

Lieutenant just lookes at her silently for a few moments before speaking up. "That wouldn't be much appreciated."

"Oh, I won't. People come to therapy in hopes of resolving their own issues. You, on the other hand... you prefer the chaos, keeps you on your toes, isn't it?" The redheaded woman tilts her head, as if looking straight through the mask.

"I wouldn't be here, in an elite military group, if my head was just chaos and nothing else," an annoyed sigh was heard from the soldier. "Psych evaluations are a big deal, you know?"

"Oh, yes, definitely... you are the best of the best soldiers, the most sane of all. And the most dedicated. You, my dear friend, know exactly why you do what you do as a job yet immense grief is following you somehow, instead of pride for many saved souls," she straightens her back, leaning closer to the soldier. "You are a badass, you know that?"

Ghost can't help but chuckle. "We went straight from you psychoanalyzing me, even though I asked you not to, to compliments." Lieutenant shakes his head in amusement.

He knew she probably wouldn't follow his request yet here he is, sitting on the couch in her office, watching her sort the papers and files.

"And yet... you're always here, Lieutenant."

Tag list: @cloudofbutterflies92 @chloekistune @justasmolbard

[bengesko]

venting; sister in law being a bitch.

Prefacing this with- I love my partner. I adore them. I don't want to leave them....

...but... Sometimes, I wish I had the means/income to get my own place, because I canNOT stand my partner's sister, and I'm reaching my breaking point with how she treats me.

My room is next to hers. I rarely leave my room, because either I'm bedbound due to fatigue, or I'm at my desk writing/drawing etc.

When I'm awake during the night, I am so quiet- I walk on my toes, I have memorized where the creaky floorboards are, I know how far to open/shut doors so they don't squeak. I have earbuds that I put UNDER my headphones so the noise isn't heard.

I take SO MANY precautions to be quiet at night so I don't wake anyone else up.

Meanwhile, Annie stomps like an elephant doing clog dancing down the hall. She loudly calls out "HELLO???" at my partner's door to wake them up. She shrieks with laughter, she has LOUD spirited conversations with my partner about frivolous stuff, and she's LOUD AF in the kitchen.

I don't expect anyone to be quiet during the day. I'm used to this. But if she had ANY common courtesy, she would take her yelling, shrieking, laughing, etc somewhere else in the house- and wouldn't stomp and slam doors when going past my room. She doesn't.

My partner is a teacher, so it's rare when they have time off- and when they do, it rarely overlaps when I'm awake during the day.

It seems like every time these things overlap, and we try to have a long conversation, Annie screams at me for it. She works from home, she has noise cancelling headphones, but she won't wear them when we're trying to have a conversation that's longer than a few exchanged sentences.

I RARELY leave my room anymore because I swear, if there's conversation going on, and Annie isn't involved, she gets snippy.

Either she yells about taking it somewhere else (Which isn't possible, she yells if we take it outside because we're too close to her work space; if we take it somewhere else in the house, she can still hear bc the house has connected vents); or she changes the subject repeatedly/derails until the convo is focused on her and my partner.

She also usually finds passive aggressive ways to mock me when I'm involved in the convo, because she knows I'll get upset and just leave instead of standing up for myself.

Prime example: talking about food, and she says something like "Our family is higher class, so I guess we never thought to try something like that" or "That explains a lot"; or she gets up in arms about my opinion of something, and I have to backpedal and stomp on my own beliefs/opinions to avoid her being nasty and sullen for hours.

(She also has said to my partner she doesn't want me wearing tank tops anymore bc she can see my top surgery scars under my armpits and they gross her out and she doesn't want to see them, but I told my partner Good Fucking Luck changing that because I'll be damned if I'm gonna let her poor feelings change my wardrobe, especially since she bullies me into staying in my room 99% of the time ANYWAY.)

Today was a rare overlap day and I was TRYING to have a conversation with my partner about cooking, groceries and shit because we're both looking into starting the keto diet to lose weight, get in shape, and shit, and Annie just LOSES it and screams at us to take it to another room.

So I just shut up and go back to my room as I hear her say in this sugary sweet baby voice "Sorrryyyy I'm workiiiiiiing and I'm in a bad mooooood" and I just ignore her and SLAM my door and she screams that I'm an asshole and a child.

And now I'm back in my room, alone, and she and my partner are having a conversation, and Annie's laughing loudly. She just wanted me out of the way.

(She's also trying to convince my partner NOT to do the diet because "I'll be the only one eating carbs" and she doesn't want to eat what my partner will be cooking because it isn't what she wants.)

I knew she was part of the package deal when I moved in. I knew going into this relationship that my partner came with two kids- their literal child, and their infantilized sister.

But honestly, if I had the means, I'd move out. I'd stay in a relationship with my partner, but I am losing my mind with the bullying and disrespect from the SIL.

I'm so tired of it.

[blu-joons]

When You Get Sleepy ~ The Boyz Reaction

Sangyeon:

As soon as he felt your head rest against his shoulder, Sangyeon knew that you were on the verge of settling down for a good sleep. “Keep your eyes open,” he whispered across to you, “let’s go to bed if you’re tired.”

You reluctantly opened your eyes as they threatened to close, “what about what you’re doing? You’re not tired just yet, are you?”

“No,” he laughed, “but I can play on my phone whilst tucked up in bed, you can’t fall asleep on my shoulder otherwise you’ll wake up with a huge pain in your neck tomorrow morning.”

“It would be worth it though.”

“Y/N,” Sangyeon laughed, shaking his head at how stubborn you were, “I know that if you woke up with a sore neck or back tomorrow you would still blame it on me despite me telling you not to fall asleep here.”

Your head shook, “I can’t believe you’d accuse me of such a thing Sangyeon.”

“I know you too well,” he replied, poking against your cheek, “it’s bed for you, whether you want to argue or not with me.”

“Fine, I guess going to bed wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.”

Jacob:

With the movie coming to an end, and the night drawing in, Jacob’s eyes looked down to you in his lap, only to see your eyes closed. “Y/N?” He questioned, gently shaking you awake, “the film is finished if you want to sleep?”

Your head shook as you curled in further towards his lap, “I’m too tired to move, I’m happy just sleeping here, it’s nice and comfortable too.”

“It might be comfortable for you,” he laughed, shaking you again as you tried to close your eyes, “I’ll carry you up to bed if you want, but we’ll both regret staying here for the whole night.”

“Will you really carry me?”

“Of course,” he replied, sliding out from underneath you, “just stay where you are and I’ll have you tucked up in bed in no time,” he added, placing his hands underneath your body, carefully lifting you up in the air.

Your hands instantly landed against his chest, “you’re so strong.”

“I know,” he smugly laughed, making sure you were settled before he started walking, “and I didn’t even disturb you too.”

“You were effortless, and my eyes are still shut too.”

Younghoon:

The moment that you curled around Younghoon’s arm; he knew exactly what was happening. “Getting tired?” He quizzed as your footsteps began to slow on the long walk back from the studio to your home.

Your head nodded as Younghoon held onto you for support, “all I want to do is sleep, and there’s still so far ahead of us to go yet.”

“Why don’t you sleep on my back?” He offered, stopping the two of you in the middle of the path, “it’s not that far, I can piggyback you that short distance, and you can have a good rest too.”

“You’re not serious, are you?”

“Why not?” He chuckled, leaning down in front of you so that you could hop on, “it’ll get us home a lot quicker too, I know exactly what you’re like when you’re tired, your feet barely go in front of one another.”

Your eyes looked down at his back, “are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Of course,” he assured, grabbing onto your legs as you hopped onto his back, “just make sure that you hold on really tight.”

“Just be careful, I’m trying to sleep up here now.”

Hyunjae:

The pout on your face was all that Jaehyun needed to see to know what you wanted, opening his arms out for you to walk into. “If you’re tired, go to bed,” he suggested as you made yourself comfortable against him.

Your head shook as he pressed a kiss against the top of your head, “I want to go to bed with you, not by myself, it’ll be too lonely.”

“I’ll be done soon,” he promised you as he continued to track the download of his work on the screen, “and then I promise that I’ll be yours for the rest of the night to cuddle.”

“How long do you think it’ll take?”

“Fifteen minutes,” he estimated, smiling as your grip around him tightened. “I’ll take that as a sign that you’re happy to wait fifteen minutes?” He questioned, unsurprised when your head nodded back at him.

You smiled gently, “I don’t want to let go of you now too.”

“You might have to let go so I can change into something comfortable,” Jaehyun tried to tell you, but your head shook in reply.

“Find a way to do it so that I don’t have to let go.”

Juyeon:

A soft sigh came from you as you found Juyeon sat in the spare bedroom, walking up behind as soon as you could and wrapping your arms around him. “What’s wrong?” He asked, pausing his game to look back at you.

You smiled weakly as you met his eyes, “I was just feeling a little sleepy, so I thought I’d come and see what you were up to.”

“Did you?” He questioned, raising his eyebrows, “so I guess you would be alright if I said that I hoped you had a good nap and then went back to playing my game, without napping with you?”

“You know what I really meant.”

“You want me to come and nap with you?” He asked, although he already knew what the answer was. “You should have just said,” he joked, smiling widely as your eyes widened back at him too in surprise.

Your eyes glared across at him, “I can still learn to hate you, you know?”

“You could never hate me,” he smiled, taking his headphones off, “come on, I guess I can spare half an hour to nap with you?”

“Half an hour? I’m not letting you go that easily.”

Kevin:

His smile instantly grew as Kevin looked down to see your head resting in his lap, your eyes staring up at him. “Yes?” He smiled, knowing straight away that you had a look on your face that wanted something.

You hummed back up at him, “I’m tired,” you whispered, grabbing onto both of his hands, “and I think that you are too.”

“I don’t think I am,” he laughed in reply, “I think I’m wide awake right now, but I also think that someone wants me to be sleepy so that I can go upstairs and nap with them, am I right?”

“Please, I want to cuddle you.”

“And what do I get from it?” He teased, unable to stop himself from laughing as a frustrated pout appeared on your face, “because I’m rather comfortable sat here, and I’m enjoying watching this programme as well.”

You sighed loudly, “I’ll do whatever you want, if you just come and nap with me.”

“Whatever I want?” He questioned, making sure that he’d heard you right, “you might end up regretting that you know?”

“I won’t, for once I will literally do whatever just to get a cuddle.”

New:

The feeling of your head resting against his back as he cooked instantly caught Chanhee’s attention, glancing back at you. “Why don’t you get some sleep before dinner?” He suggested as he noticed your eyes close.

Your arms instead snaked around his waist, “can I just sleep here and follow you around? You won’t know that I’m even here.”

“I’m pretty sure a nap on the sofa would be much more comfortable,” he tried to suggest, but your head shook back at him, “how am I supposed to cook with you holding onto me too?”

“That sounds like something you should figure.”

“It’ll be you that goes hungry,” he continued to tease, purposefully walking you past the pan so that you could smell what was cooking. “It’s one of your favourites too, I’d hate for you to miss out on eating it Y/N.”

Your head shook against him, “have I ever told you how much I hate you teasing?”

“You might have mentioned it once or twice,” he continued to joke, “but it’s just another reason why I find you so adorable.”

“Fine, you win, I guess I’ll nap on the sofa so then I can eat.”

Q:

It was game over for Changmin as soon as your head rested against his shoulder as you struggled to fight off the persistent urge to sleep. “Y/N,” he whispered, knowing that you’d heard him as you made yourself comfortable.

As he repeated himself, your head shook, refusing to acknowledge him. “I can’t hear you,” you replied with a gentle laugh.

“Really?” He mused, running his hand along your side, “I’ll soon make you hear me,” he assured you, waiting for just a moment before he began to attack against your side with his hand.

“Ouch! Changmin, I’m trying to sleep.”

“You can’t sleep on me,” he frowned as you sat yourself back upright, “as much as I love cuddling you to sleep, doing it on the sofa is not the way to go, why don’t we head to bed instead, it’ll be more comfortable.”

You sighed softly, “my legs feel like they might fall off if I walk now Changmin.”

“I guess that just means I’ll have to carry you then,” he grinned, standing up from the sofa before scooping you up, “how’s that?”

“Suddenly I don’t feel so sleepy anymore.”

Juhaknyeon:

Once the door was shut, your head rested straight into Haknyeon’s shoulder as you drove away from the arena. “I knew you were tired earlier,” he frowned as your eyes closed, curling into his side for extra comfort.

Your head nodded back at him, “I just said that I wasn’t tired so you wouldn’t make me go home, I was enjoying watching you film.”

“You should have come a different day if you were tired,” he scolded in a whisper, “the fact that you came all the way over here to bring food for us all was kind enough, you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to come and see you.”

“Next time nap first,” he laughed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, “you’re working hard at work right now and coming straight onto a loud and busy set is doing you no favours, you can’t keep your eyes open now.”

You hummed in reply, “that’s because I’m just so comfortable when I’m with you.”

“Nice save,” he scoffed, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, “as soon as we get home, you’re going to bed, you need rest.”

“I’ll only go if you promise that you’ll come and rest with me.”

Sunwoo:

As soon as he was greeted when he said your name, Sunwoo knew that he found himself in trouble. “Don’t sleep there,” he frowned as he saw the way in which your body bent to wrap against his side tightly.

After debating for some time, Sunwoo eventually began to shake you away gently. “What?” You murmured as you began to stir.

“Bedtime,” he announced, chuckling at the groan that followed from you. “I know you’re comfortable, but I promise you right now that you won’t be comfortable in the morning.”

“I’ll survive, I don’t want to move.”

“I know,” he sympathised, “but the movie finished, even though I think you slept through most of it, and I don’t think there’s too much point to putting something else on when you’re just going to sleep through it again.”

Your head nodded, “put something else on, then you have to leave me here.”

“That’s not happening,” Sunwoo sighed, “I’m taking you up to bed whether you like it or not, on your feet or in my arms too.”

“In your arms? I wouldn’t complain about that.”

Eric:

The second he noticed you beginning to sway, Youngjae raced to your side, allowing your body to relax against his side. “You should have said that you were tired,” he sighed across at you, “you could’ve fallen.”

Your head shook as he wrapped his arm around you for support, “I didn’t want to be a distraction whilst you’re trying to work.”

“You’re never a distraction,” he frowned, studying your fluttering eyes closely, “why don’t I take you back to the dressing room for a while and you can nap on the sofa whilst we rehearse.”

“But I don’t want to miss it.”

“You won’t,” he chuckled, slowly walking you away from the stage, “if you nap now then you’ll be wide awake for the show later on tonight. I’d much rather than you awake to see that anyway then the rehearsal.”

Your head nodded, “will you wake me up, so I don’t miss it whilst I’m napping?”

“Absolutely,” he assured you, “although I’m sure the noise of all the boys will wake you up well in advance, they’re never quiet.”

“I know, that’s why sleep on the tour bus last night was a no.”

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[kookiesbuckethat]

 you flinch during an argument

Yoongi x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 1.3k

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“Yoongi?” you call out softly as you poke your head into your boyfriend’s studio with a tray of food in your hands. You find him in the same spot he was in a few hours ago when you last checked up on him, sitting in his office chair and hunched over his desk as he worked on his new song.

He was given the assignment of writing a new song by this Friday, which should be pretty easy for him since he used to write several songs every day. But for some reason, this project has proven difficult. None of his drafts seemed to come out right, and with the additional frustration of not knowing why he was unable to write this song, Yoongi was only a ticking time bomb.

During the week you made several attempts to try and get him to take a break, but you were unsuccessful. You even asked some of his fellow members to try and convince him to rest just for a little bit but to no avail. You knew that if he said no to Hoseok, there was no convincing him. So you made regular checkups on him, bringing his food into the studio if he wouldn’t come out to get it.

You gave him his space, thinking he could finish the song faster without any distractions. It’s been almost a week since he started working on the song and it was due tomorrow, so you were sure he must be finished, or at least close to finishing the song. So you decided to stay behind after bringing him dinner, talking to him for the first time in what felt like months, although it’s really been less than a week.

“How’s the song going Yoongi?” you ask curiously as you stand behind his chair, peeking over his shoulder at the monitor. You feel a bit awkward when he doesn’t answer, and you assume he just didn’t hear you because of the headphones he was wearing so you try again. “Are you almost done? Can I listen-” suddenly Yoongi rips the headphones off his head and throws it onto his desk, whipping around and giving you the deadliest glare he could muster.

You flinch as his headphones loudly bounce off the desk, and you find yourself frozen in fear under Yoongi’s intense gaze. Your eyes frantically dart all over his face in search of your gentle, cat-like boyfriend, but all traces of your droopy-eyed Yoongi are gone, replaced by his now sharp eyes piercing through you. You know Yoongi would never hurt you, he would never even raise his voice at you, but you can’t help the shiver that runs through your whole body when you meet his ice cold glare.

“Does it look like I’m done?” he asks menacingly, and for some reason, it scares you more than if he were to yell and scream at you. When he turns in his office chair to face you, you stumble over your own feet as you try to take a step back. As soon as a small whimper escapes from you and reaches his ears, he snaps out of his angry haze. The sight of you backing away from him in fear absolutely breaks his heart, and he quickly halts his movements to refrain from scaring you more. 

“I’m sorry, I just thought you were almost done because it’s due tomorrow. I won’t disturb you anymore,” you quickly try to explain yourself, hastily reaching for the door. “Wait, y/n,” he calls as he stands from his chair, causing you to freeze with your hand on the doorknob. He observes you with sad eyes, unsure if he should approach you because he might scare you, but he knows if he doesn’t fix this now it’ll only become worse.

You tighten your grip on the doorknob, willing yourself not to back away as he takes cautious steps towards you. He keeps his movements slow as to not startle you, and he gently places his hand over yours on the doorknob. You were gripping it so hard that your knuckles were turning white, but you relax as soon as he engulfs your much smaller hand in his, soothingly running his thumb over your knuckles to calm you down.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly, “Did I scare you?” You shake your head even though the both of you know you’re lying. “You just.. surprised me because I’m so used to you lazing around,” you say with a breathy laugh, trying to lighten the mood. He chuckles lightly, taking a step closer to you and gently pulling you into his chest. You immediately melt into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his waist and giving him a tight squeeze.

“Are you okay?” you ask as he rests his cheek on the top of your head. He groans as he buries his face in your hair, trying to hide from the rest of the world. “I still have nothing. I don’t know why I just can’t write this song,” he grumbles. You’ve seen how much he’s been struggling with writing this song all week, and you wished there was a way for you to help him but you didn’t really know how to write music. “I know you can do it Yoongi,” you assure him as you rub his back, releasing all the tension in his body.

He slumps against you, and you have to take a step back to catch yourself. “Yoongi!” you laugh as you struggle to support his weight. He just hums in acknowledgement, closing his eyes as he enjoys the lighthearted moment. “We’re going to fall!” you warn him when he still continues to lean on you. He tightens his arms around you and backs you up towards his desk, falling back into his office chair and pulling you into his lap.

“Stay here, I’ll be done soon,” he tells you as he puts his headphones back on. He feels recharged after hugging you, and suddenly his mind was overflowing with new beats, melodies and ideas. ��We can take a nap after,” he says, already clicking away. You just nod, leaning back into his chest and watching the digital mouse move across the screen as he gets to work.

In a little over an hour, he’s already done, closing all the applications on his computer and dragging you over to the couch in his studio, deeming your bedroom too far away. “Done already?” you ask as he lays down on the couch and pulls you on top of him. “Mhm,” he hums as he wraps his arms securely around your waist, his eyes already falling shut. With sleep long overdo, you decide you’ll ask him to listen to it later, content with just taking a nap with him on the couch in his studio.

Laying your head on his chest, you stare up at his sleeping face, taking in all his beautiful features. His eyes suddenly open as his gaze meets yours. “What are you looking at?” he asks with a raised brow. “You,” you answer shamelessly, flashing him a bright smile. “Stop that,” he whines as he turns his head to the side, trying to hide his blushing cheeks.

You giggle at how easy it is to make him flustered as you continue to admire his face. With his eyes reminding you of a cat, his cheeks making him look like a boiled dumpling, and the light shade of pink spreading all over his face, you wonder how you were ever afraid of such a soft, gentle thing like him.

[thesolferino]

Hell On Earth

⤷ dream x f!reader.

⤷ genre: fluff

⤷ word count: 3.2k

⤷ requested: yes, by this lovely anon!

— summary: you barge into clay’s office to complain about his broken air conditioner, unaware that he’s streaming.

Florida was hell.

You liked to say it as a joke, during October when the rest of the world was freezing, during December when the insane temperatures finally went back under control, and the sun granted you its blessing of a refreshing gust of wind every now and then. You liked to say it as a joke, mostly, but God, did you mean it whenever summer would creep around the corner and you’d get reminded of why you told your boyfriend so often that the devil must’ve left hell, came down to America, and bought himself a nice penthouse in Florida.

It lived up to its title of the hottest state in the US, by far, considering the hellish temperatures that constantly made you dizzy whenever June rolled around. You had great air conditioning in your apartment, though, and as soon as the sun started burning skin, plants, water, and everything in its way, you and your college roommate would lounge at your place as the air conditioner blew cold wind and thank the lord (and the person who invented AC, bless his heart) for providing you with at least one blessing during these trying times.

So, of course that as soon as summer came about, your air conditioning conveniently broke.

Your roommate was out of the apartment within two days, flying to her family in Wisconsin, bidding you farewell as she left you to cook like a raw chicken in your shared apartment. Thankfully, you had a boyfriend - and what a boyfriend he was.

You don’t like to brag, but at these moments, you feel grateful to the universe and whoever else is looking over you for providing you with a rich boyfriend, with quite a big, echo-y house, and air conditioning made of pure heaven. As soon as your roommate packed your bags, you packed yours too, - if one backpack filled with makeup, your laptop, meds, underwear and hopes that he’d let you steal all of his clothes could count as “bags” - locked the apartment and left, ready to leave the AC on snowman temperature for two days minimum and ignore all his complaints.

Bad luck seemed to follow you everywhere, though, because you were there for merely three days when the air conditioning started stuttering.

You were sprawled on the cold sheets of his bed, listening to the low hum of the AC as you scrolled through your phone, his white T-shirt sticking to your back, the cold air cooling the sheen of sweat that covered your body, leaving goosebumps all over. One of your fingers started lazily petting Patches’ stomach, and you could faintly hear Clay talking in the background, the sounds coming from his office.

“Thank you for the gifted subs! Um, yeah, it’s really hot here, I can barely, like, breathe in here. I have the AC on at highest, but all it’s doing is giving me a headache. Even-even my water bottle is completely hot.” You heard him rant and chuckled, turning on your side and continuing to scroll through random videos.

You sort of tuned out his talking, knowing he’d most likely be cooped up in that office for hours before your shared dinner, and started watching random YouTube videos, ignoring your surroundings as you shoved your earbuds in your ears. 

The longer the videos lasted, the more you felt like you were suffocating. The heat crawled up on you slowly, sneakily, almost unnoticeable yet undeniably there, hand made up of pure fire gripping at your throat tighter and tighter. It started off seamlessly, with you rolling around, trying to find a new cold spot on the sheets, to pulling at the shirt, trying to create cold air to soothe you, to wiping the sweat that basically covered your entire forehead, when your eyes finally peeled away from your phone and you realised you were basically choking in the heat, feeling like you’re breathing fire. 

You lift your head off the bed way too quickly, head pounding, and look at the one thing meant to save you from this madness - just to see it leaking water down the wall, barely coughing out any air. Your head miserably falls back down on the bed, hands rubbing at your face, dangerously close to both crying and screaming in distress. After a few moments of self-wallowing, you get up and make your way over to your boyfriend’s office, being met with nothing but silence as you walked to it, happy he ended the stream so you could complain and wail to him, possibly cool down using the AC in his office. 

You slam the door open, seeing him hunched over in his gaming chair, Minecraft open as usual, and as soon as he takes one headphone off, turns around and sends a surprised but oddly panicked gaze your way, you start ranting.

“Babe, you won’t believe what just happened.” you said, rubbing a hand over your face again, eyes closing as you feel the coldness - in comparison to the living hell that was his bedroom right now - of the room wash over you. You don’t even let him speak before you continue.

“The fucking AC in your bedroom just broke. It’s leaking right now.”

Clay looks like he wants to say fifteen words at once, and the first one that comes out is: “What?”

“I swear. I was watching something on my phone, and I realised it’s crazy hot, so I looked up and realised it’s broken. Why does this happen to me!” you complained, and he tried pulling his headphones off for a second but instead pulled the cord out of the computer entirely, letting you hear everything that goes on in his headphones.

It’s silent for a second or two, before you hear a familiar voice.

“Dream.” you hear a British man with an awfully posh accent speak, and your eyes meet Clay’s in pure horror and realisation, when you slap a hand over your mouth. He looks as equally terrified as you, but also disappointed, because oh, that’s why he looked so panicked when you stormed in.

Then you hear another voice, equally British, but higher pitched. They laugh. “Is that Drista?”

Clay seems to snap back into reality, turning around towards the computer and adjusting his mic before speaking. “No- it’s- Tommy she said babe, why would Drista call me babe?”

“You’re so stupid, he was trying to help you.” You hear his long-time friend, Sapnap, deadpan, and you can practically feel all of them freaking out, while you stand in the doorway in horror, cheeks heating up despite the fully working AC.

Another laugh. “No, I wasn’t, I was genuinely asking. Why- Sapnap, why would I be helping Dream?” 

“Dream, you are so stupid.” you hear George laugh into his mic and your boyfriend immediately starts stuttering, trying to defend himself.

“How-how am I stupid?! She’s the one who walked in, what was I supposed to do?” you lean against the doorway as he defends himself, head buried in one of your hands.

“Mute!” you hear Sapnap borderline yell, almost mad. 

“Wait- I don’t get what’s going on- Does Big D have a girlfriend?” you hear the British boy, Tommy, ask, and all of them go silent for a few seconds before a loud, screeching laugh breaks out through the speakers, and when Clay turns around to look at you, all you can do is mouth an apology as you almost break out into laughter at how ridiculous the whole thing is.

“Oh my God, chat is going crazy right now.” George says while Tommy is laughing his lungs out in the background, still.

“Did you actually- did she actually- oh my GOD, Dream has a girlfriend! I can’t believe this!” Tommy keeps on laughing, coughing between sentences. “Dream stans, I am so sorry, this must be just a terrible, terrible day for you all.” 

“You’re probably already trending on Twitter, dude.” Sapnap adds, sounding more worried than your own boyfriend did at the moment.

“It was bound to happen at some point, I guess.” he huffs out, turning around to look at you every so often, gesturing for you to close the door and come in, which you did, guilt weighing you down as you moved.

“Are you serious? Can I- Can I speak to your girlfriend, Dream?” you can practically hear the grin in the boy’s voice and Clay doesn’t even turn to you before replying.

“No, you can’t.” 

“Oh, come on! You let me speak to your mum but not your girlfriend? Just for a little bit, please? I just- I just wanna see which lucky woman managed to get the attention of the Minecraft God, Dream himself. That’s it.” Tommy asks and you don’t even have it in you to laugh because of the anxiety that eats away at you, but then Clay sighs. 

“...Fine, I guess.” he looks up at you. “D’you wanna speak to Tommy?” 

You’re not quite sure what the expected answer is, but you shrug, gaze darting from his eyes to the computer, and then back to him. “Um… I don’t mind, I guess.” 

You hear him sigh and plug the headphones back into the computer, handing them to you. “Alright, she said yes. Here you go.” he stands up out of the chair and lets you sit, placing the way too big headphones on your head as your heart races, standing closely by your side as you roll the chair further towards the desk and microphone.

“Um… hello?” you shyly speak, and you hear something like groans of mixed annoyance, confusion and nervousness coming from George and Sapnap as Tommy starts laughing immediately, greeting you loudly. 

“HELLO, DREAM’S GIRLFRIEND!” you hear him yell in response as your shaky hands land on the keyboard, moving his character left and right. 

“Is the AC really broken?” Sapnap asks and you hear George laugh in response, considering how unimportant that information is right now. You know both of them, obviously - you’ve talked to them more than a few times, joining in on their jokes when Clay talks to them on speaker, growing as close as one can with their boyfriend’s friends.

“Yeah, it is. The AC in here is really good, though. Maybe I should stay and just take over the Dream channel.” You joke and they laugh.

“Yeah, I mean it would probably be better. A woman owning the Dream channel would make it so much better. The views would skyrocket.” Tommy says and you see his character walk up to you before he randomly laughs again.

“I can’t believe- I can’t believe Dream actually has a girlfriend. Is he, like, paying you to do this, or are you really…” he trails off and you giggle at his question, switching tools in the hotbar as you try to figure out how to play the game again.

“No, he’s not. We are dating, yes.” you confirm with a nod, and you feel Clay’s elbow sink into the chair, almost trying to listen.

“Say 1 if he’s keeping you hostage.” he says and you laugh again, shaking your head.

“No, he’s not- he’s not keeping me hostage.” you reply and you hear Clay go “WHAT?” right behind you.

“Well, of course, of course, I mean, who could ever pass up dating the great Dream. With all those subscribers, and Twitch primes, and Minecraft skills. Did- did his Minecraft skills get you?” Tommy asked, but before you could even respond, Sapnap jumped into the conversation.

“Oh yes, absolutely. She loves it. Yes, Dream, speedrun faster!” he sarcastically replies and for a few moments the whole call is blown into loud laughter, screeching and yells before it quiets down.

“Yes, what Sapnap said. I was so impressed, he just blew me away, with um… with his, um, Manhunt skills? I dunno, I don’t play Minecraft.” you hear him laugh at “Manhunt skills” behind you as the rest of the boys start laughing too.

“Dream’s girlfriend doesn’t play Minecraft?! What?! Dream- how could he allow this, seriously…” Tommy argued dramatically, his character staring at yours - or rather Clay’s.

“I can’t imagine if we were both Minecraft players, that would be a nightmare.” you replied.

“Why?” you heard George laugh through the headphones.

“Who do you think peels him away from the damn computer? If I was just like him we would never get out of the house, probably.” you argued.

“Dreamfriend, what is Dream like, you know, in real life?” Tommy spoke up and you heard George giggle again.

“Dreamfriend?” you repeated, a grin forming on your face at his stupidity, finally deciding to move the character around and switch back to the sword in the hotbar.

“Yes! Dream’s girlfriend, Dreamfriend, Dreamgirl, Girldream, whatever you like.” Tommy said and you laughed.

“Dream girl… if I wanted to get clout off Dream I’d use that, that’s genius.” 

“Thanks, I know I’m a genius, everyone tells me so.” Tommy claims and you shake your head, checking your boyfriend’s inventory to see if there’s anything interesting in there.

“Alright, I’m gonna check on the AC, I’ll be back in a second.” Clay says to you, before lowering himself to the mic so the boys could hear him. “Tommy, don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

“Oh you know it, big man! I’d never!” Tommy yells back, despite Clay being unable to hear him, and he leaves the office with one last, quick kiss to your temple.

“Is he gone?” Tommy asks, and you nod and hum, despite him not being able to see you.

“Okay, so you don’t play Minecraft, right?” he asks.

“No, I don’t.” you reply.

“So there’s this really cool thing, right. If you just go in and type /op tommyinnit, there’s this thing that’s gonna-” Tommy doesn’t get to finish his sentence before he’s cut off by Sapnap, whose character suddenly appears in front of you.

“No, no, no, no, don’t trust him, you should-” Sapnap cuts in, but Tommy still loudly protests in the background.

“BE NICE TO OUR GUEST, SAPNAP! Let her do what she wants! She is Dream’s girlfriend after all, the most powerful woman.” Tommy claims and you laugh, sort of blushing from all the attention. You don’t even dare to check the chat or the donations that come in from Twitch, because it must be blowing up by now. As if he can hear your thoughts, George speaks too.

“Oh my God, Dream’s already trending on, like, five different spots on Twitter.” he says, and you instinctively grab your phone to check, before you can even think about it.

“What?” you and Sapnap both say in sync.

“Yeah, ‘Dream’ is trending #2 worldwide, and ‘Dream girlfriend’ is #4.” he lets out a shocked laugh.

“Oh my God…” you mutter out in both excitement, nervousness and dread as you open Twitter and confirm that George is indeed correct. You don’t even dare to press on either of the trends, simply turning off your phone with a sigh and moving back to stream.

“Wow, you’re famous now! How does it feel?” Tommy asks and you let out a quite dry laugh.

“Amazing. I can feel my value as a person increasing as we speak.” you respond sarcastically and hear George quietly laugh in the background.

Just then, you hear the door to the office opening again, but you ignore it because Tommy starts speaking.

“Okay, well, I’m sure that must be very fun and exciting for you, but I really will need you to type in /op tommyinn-” 

“No! I’m not listening to you, Tommy! I’m not about to type in some stupid command and get yelled at!” you cut in, but he keeps on whining.

“Come on, we know Big D would never yell at his… beloved girlfriend! Listen, just do it, I promise he will not be mad.” he argues.

“What does /op even mean?” you ask out loud, and suddenly Clay is yelling behind you. 

“Who is asking you to op them? Give me the headset!” he says, one hand already tugging at the headphones as you laugh while Tommy panics.

“Well, it was fun talking to you guys, but I have to go. Bye!” you bid them farewell and heard George and Sapnap say goodbye as well while Tommy yelled, and you took off the headphones and passed them to Clay who immediately put them on and adjusted them, plopping back into the chair. You left, moving to the living room to process everything that happened and abandon your phone for the next few hours because you were not ready for that type of attention in the slightest.

You laid in front of the TV, watching random shows on Netflix and grabbing a few snacks from the kitchen while you could still clearly hear him yelling and streaming, wondering how he’s still going as if nothing happened. The temptation to check what people were saying was overwhelming to the point your hands were itching to grab your phone and open all social media - before you even realised it, you were on the trending page again, thumb tapping on the “Dream girlfriend” tab. 

You braced yourself for the worst, but that’s not what came at you - sure, there were a couple of tweets telling people to lay off you, and delusional shippers getting ratioed, but they were mostly positive, lighthearted jokes, from single people making jokes about how a Minecraft YouTuber can get bitches but they can’t, to people calling you cute/funny. One hate comment obviously stings more than a million positive comments make you happy, but they were mostly misogynists calling you annoying for the roughly five sentences you spoke on stream or shippers disappointed that their favorite YouTuber isn’t gay, so you didn’t really let it get to you. 

When the house finally quieted down the sun was lowering itself into darkness and melting into a pot of blinding orange and golden honey, and you heard Clay’s footsteps when he finally turned off the stream, stepping into the living room a few seconds after you heard him. He sat down on the couch next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to him, sitting there in silence with you.

“So… that was something.” he finally broke the silence and you nodded.

“It really was.” 

Another beat of silence passes.

“I’m sorry, baby, but I really need you to stop breaking all these ACs.”

“I’M NOT THE ONE BREAKING THEM-”

“Sorry, but I’m noticing a pattern here.” he wheezed, obviously just trying to get you riled up as you pulled away so his hand gets ripped off your shoulder.

“Shut up. You better have called someone to repair that damn thing, cause there is no way we’re sleeping in there without an AC.” you huffed, and he shuffled closer to you, arm wrapping itself around your shoulders once again.

“I did, they’re coming by tomorrow.” he assured.

“Tomorrow?” you asked, looking at him in disbelief. “How are we gonna sleep tonight?”

“Who says we have to sleep?” the glint in his eye and the stupid grin plastered on his face tells you everything you need to know, and you roll your eyes.

“If we fuck, I’ll actually die of overheating. Absolutely not.”

“Well in that case, I need to get that AC fixed as soon as possible.”

[joonsdragoneyes]

We’re live [Gamer!Jungkook x Reader][M]

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Warnings: Smut, profanity, semi-public sex, protected sex (reader is on birth control), mentions of reader needing reading glasses, oral m receiving, drooling, handjobs, orgasms male and female, f and m orgasm denial/edging, big dicks, body worship (kinda), tattoos/piercing's, mentions of sex in other locations, minor hair pulling, mentions of disapproving families/hiding things from parents, mentions/descriptions of reader having a large chest, reader is kind of bratty, usage of the word cock, voice kink if you squint

Genre: Smut, some angst, streamer/youtuber au, college au if you turn on a blacklight

Word count: 4.7k

Summary: You and Jungkook have been living together for a little over a year now, a big decision after your previous several years of dating. He, of course, brought his job with him- a full gaming set up, which you happily let him set up in a spare room. Your boyfriend was a pro-gamer. This job usually kept him busy, his focus on his screen rather than you for a majority of the day. You normally didn’t mind this at all, since you were usually out during that time anyway. Today, however, was different. You were home, attempting to study as he worked in order to give him the space he needed. Except, you were missing him in a way you hadn’t in a while, and the only way to get rid of this frustration would be to get him away from his work. 

{A/N: This work is completely unedited, so apologies for any typos.}

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You could hear him yelling through the door.

The laptop sitting in front of you was beginning to dim from lack of use, the loud shouts from the room a bit down the hall further ruining your already destroyed concentration. Your glasses slid down your face as you lifted, the feeling causing you to pull them off. Flopping tiredly against the back of the chair, you took one final look at the multiple windows you had open on the screen as the screen finally went black, leaving you with nothing but your reflection on the screen. Your hair was messily tied back, strands and chunks falling around everywhere from where they escaped from your hair tie. You looked away from the sight of your own face, burying your face in your hands as your elbows came to rest on the shiny, hardwood table; you slamming the device shut as your hand lowered, your fingers pulling the skin down along with it. You sighed in frustration, letting your head flop back against the chair as you slid down, your butt now hanging off of the seat.

His voice practically bounced off the walls, each full-concentration shout of sudden frustration ringing through the house. Each time caught your attention, snatching you quickly from your exhausted daze. He seemed to be having fun in-between moments of what you assumed was either interacting with the chat or moments where it sounded like he lost- or rather, almost lost. You could already hear him coming out in a few hours, bragging about he remained undefeated in a game you couldn't remember the name of, a large, bright grin present on his face, his own pulled back hair messily sprawled in every possible direction.

You sometimes watched his streams and videos while you worked, at least you used to. It always ruined your concentration when you did, as it was now, but they were admittedly entertaining. He never knew you did, you showed little interest in his job, and you'd rather keep it that way.

Sitting up, you lifted your hands to adjust the straps dangling uncomfortably down your shoulders, adjusting the rest of your top in the process, pulling it up from where it slid down, at this point revealing almost everything. It appeared to have shrunk given how tight it was and how easily it slid down, but it wasn't like it would be anything your boyfriend hadn't seen before in the instance you failed to notice and flashed him. The tank top you had on usually did well with covering everything, but knowing that lately, for some reason, it wasn't, made you frown. It was comfortable and nice to wear around the house; you just felt irritated adjusting it constantly.

You stood up, moving toward the various loud sounds coming from the room. The door clicked as you turned the knob, pushing the large wooden object open, the many lights strung on the walls greeting you as you stepped inside the large room. The whiteboard he had hanging on the wall was full of writing and multiple expressive doodles- a few piles on the floor from a few other random activities. It was dark aside from the many lights hanging from the walls and ceiling, your boyfriend well illuminated by the glow from the multiple monitors sprawled in front of him.

Turning to face him fully, you closed the door behind you, leaning against it for a moment as you paused. He hadn't noticed you yet. You felt odd about walking in like this. You had never interrupted him while he was working unless he needed something, in which case he usually just came to get you. You honestly didn't even know if any of his fanbase knew he was in a relationship at all-; you both usually just kept to yourselves. Aside from him eventually coming upstairs to meet you in bed to sleep, coming out to eat, or the occasional 'date'- which was just running errands together or him coming with you to watch a movie you were pretty much already leaving for- you both didn't really spend a lot of time together. At least you hadn't recently.

The sight of his wide eyes and pouty expression made your heart melt, and you couldn't help but smile. He was sitting in his much-bigger-than-him gaming chair, his legs crossed with his knees near his chest as he leaned forward, his expression serious despite the generally cute nature of everything else about him. His way too big shirt swallowed him easily, and it was only at this moment that you realized he had borrowed one of your hair-ties. The pale purple band was more than familiar, and there it was, tightly holding his long black hair neatly in place.

"Jungkook-" You started as you moved close, his head instantly lifting in order to meet you, his serious expression quickly growing soft. He seemed a little confused seeing you in here but still happy about it nonetheless.

You suddenly panicked slightly, watching the screen nervously in the hope you didn't appear in the camera too much, mostly attempting to keep your face out of frame. Gently, you leaned against the back of the chair, his teeth quickly appearing in a wide, excited grin. "Do you need anything?" He asked, his bright, wide eyes meeting yours. You could feel the excitement radiating from him, his lips and cheeks pink in the light from the lamp as he spoke. "Just missed you." You admitted, crossing your arms against the back of the chair as you leaned slightly forward.

The chat on one of the monitors suddenly sped up, you noticing it from the corner of your eyes. A loud mix of emotes and words in all caps filled the screen, zooming by before you could read any of them. You watched Jungkook slide his headphones off, letting them rest on his neck as his legs uncrossed, his socked feet flopping against the carpet. "Here, you can sit with me and watch." He chirped, quickly pausing whatever game he was playing and scooting over to make as much room as he could. You shook your head.

"No, I..." You trailed off, pouting a bit as you lift your arms, moving your hands around your face in a way you hoped emphasized your unwillingness to be on camera. You knew they could see your body just fine, but you were on your computer all day and hadn't slept well, so showing your face was definitely out of the equation. Jungkook simply let his head fall slightly to the side in confusion, letting out a small "But you look fine.".

You pouted, watching as he quickly stood up, the chair rocking slightly as he slid out of it. "Here, I know just the thing." He quickly shuffled near the back of the room and over to the closet doors, pulling them open. You watched quietly as he began to shuffle through a box, the already present pout on your face growing stronger. You recognized that box. That box was from your senior prom. You already knew what he was looking for.

He quickly pulled out a black mask, the very one you had worn years ago. Why he had kept it this long, you didn't know, but you still found yourself sighing as you realized it would still work. You didn't really want to remember that masquerade themed prom, especially considering neither you nor Jungkook had fun during a majority of it. It had its moments, but you had hoped you wouldn't have to go near that specific costume again.

"Sorry, it's all I've got." He whispered, gently placing it in your not-very-eagerly awaiting hands. Taking a deep breath, you slid the mask onto your face as Jungkook scoot past, flopping once again into the large chair, his voice loudly sounding as he began to interact with the apparently very excited chat.

Once again adjusting your top, you moved over to where your boyfriend was sitting, plopping down next to him as one of his muscular arms wrapped around your waist as you settled against him, your thighs touching. You shuffled, wrapping your arm around his waist as well, your legs bouncing from where they hung off the seat as Jungkook pulled the chair forward. You felt the tension in your crossed legs relax as you realized you'd only be seen from slightly above your waist.

His hand slid around you, grabbing onto the controller resting on his thighs. Your arms flopped to the side, resting against your boyfriend's thighs in an attempt to keep them out of the way. Your fingers gripped tightly onto his sweatpants, your head coming to rest gently on his shoulder. Jungkook grinned, his teeth shining through his lips the more comfortable you became.

You could feel his voice vibrating against you as he spoke, the sound making you feel warm inside, a soft tingle running from your head to your thighs. "What're you playing?" You questioned, leaning against his strong shoulder, enjoying his warmth. His face slowly contorted slightly in thought, a pout forming on his lips as he noticeably racked his brain for the answer. "Astrotech." He finally responded, his expression moving quickly back to the way it was, his cheeks noticeably a bit pink.

Various loud booms and screeches flooded from the headphones around his neck, which he had turned up for you to hear. You didn't know what was going on it, but the sight of him expertly doing whatever objectives or maneuvering the obstacles in the game was somewhat fascinating to you.

He suddenly squirmed under you as you adjusted yourself, the sudden movement surprising until you realized your hand had just accidentally rubbed along his thigh in the process. Your lips pressed together in thought, realizing just how sensitive he seemed to be. Deciding to see if that was truly why, you cautiously ran your hand along his thighs, feeling him once again squirm under you. The barely audible groan of protest as you slightly ruined his concentration made something in your brain just click.

You knew why you were so distracted earlier.

Slowly, your hand moved along his leg before sliding inwards towards the warmth where they met. Before he could squirm again, you gave a soft squeeze to his strong thighs, enjoying the slightly surprised noise that escaped. He seemed annoyed that you were attempting to distract him, but his lack of any indication for you to stop or any sort of 'no' from him gave you the willingness to continue.

Your hands moved further up, sliding along the space between his legs and up towards his stomach. He had stopped moving aside from the slight tremble of his thighs as you made your way along. His legs slightly parted, allowing you to continue on your way, the outline of the package you were searching for soon starting to appear in his sweat pants. You licked your lips gently, tracing the outline with your fingers, enjoying the sighs you heard from his weak attempts to keep quiet.

"Alright, well, I guess I'll see you when you're done." You suddenly spoke. "I just came to visit because I missed you, but you seem pretty busy with work." You added, pulling your hand away as you stood, sliding out of the chair as you moved quickly towards the door. Thoughts ran through your brain as your hand grabbed the doorknob, opening it before gently shutting it immediately after. You turned to look at your boyfriend still sat behind you, biting your bottom lip in thought.

Slowly and quietly, you dropped down to your knees, crawling on the ground over to the desk as you swiftly slid under it. Leaning forward, you grabbed the tops of his pants, slowly pulling them down as you felt your eyes grow wide at the sight. You had seen it before, but it was still a pleasant surprise each time.

Your hands moved along his legs, swiftly grabbing the still mostly soft length, pumping them quickly as Jungkook once again squirmed under you, his legs spreading. You could feel him continuously growing under you as you moved, the sight and feeling causing your thighs to tingle.

Licking your lips, you moved forward, licking the tip of his eagerly awaiting cock, listening as he tried to stifle a pleased hum. Before he could fully react, you took the full length in your mouth before sliding down, bobbing your head with vigor, enjoying the soft noises that escaped as a result of your movements. Your hands continued to slide quickly, making up for what you couldn't reach.

Your boyfriend sighed above you, doing his very best to act as normal as he possibly could. The soft clicking and tapping from his controller continued, you only drooling as your head continued to lower, taking in as much of the steadily hardening length as you possibly could. Pawing at him for the bit you had the chance to seemed to work, not quite in the way you had hoped, but you were fixing that just fine. A soft slurp sounded as you suddenly lifted your head, the noise causing you to pause as you hoped no one had heard the sinful action going on under the desk. The conversation between him and the on-going chat seemed to be normal despite his occasional deep sighs. His fingers ran through your hair, giving a slight tug as you continued, closing your eyes as you attempted to savor the moment- still being careful to make as little noise as possible.

A sharp tug to your thick hair pulled you upwards, your breasts practically in his lap as your arms lifted, grabbing onto his thick black hoodie in an attempt to keep yourself steady. You hummed a bit in surprise, the action causing his strong hands to increase their grip on you as your head only continued to bob. He was gasping now. Loud pings and sound effects rang from the screen from what you assumed was possibly the hundredth donation of the night. You increased your speed, enjoying the strong but more gentle tug that followed with each movement of your salivating mouth.

You were only wondering how he was managing to hide this so well.

Your gaze slowly moved upwards, checking his expression. His face was flushed, his teeth on display as he bit his lower lip in a last attempt to keep quiet. His expression was otherwise unchanged aside from his noticeably dilated pupils, his face still stern with concentration.

With a loud pop, you finally pulled away, quickly using your knuckles to wipe away the strand of saliva that followed. Swiftly pulling his pants back up, you shuffled from under the desk and over to the door. That would be enough for now. After all, you didn't actually want to get caught.

You could feel him watching you as you stood up and quietly opened the door. How upset he was that you didn't finish could be felt from where you stood, but you knew he'd get you back later. He always did. It didn't matter if you just ate his food or if you pulled a small prank, he always got you back, and this time you could say you looked forward to it.

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The door flew open with a loud bang, you jumping with surprise at the sound, nearly dropping your phone in the process. Your head lifted to meet the sight of your boyfriend standing in the doorway, his hair messy as he loomed over you. "What was that about?" He questioned, his eyes darting to take in your form.

"What was what about?"

"You know what."

You felt your cheeks warm but decided to continue pretending you didn't have a clue what he meant. "No, Jungkook, I don't know what."

His lips pressed together, his eyes narrowing. He stepped forward, closing the door behind him, a soft click sounding as he slowly locked it. You watched quietly, biting your lip as you knew what would happen next. He wasn't usually this quiet.

"Thankfully, I was able to continue normally without much issue." He plopped on the bed next to you, the weight of his larger form causing the mattress to sink under him. The force was almost enough to cause you to slide along with it.

"But you must think I'm a fool if you think you'll get away with sneaking under the desk like that."

By then, he had leaned close, his voice low as he spoke. His tattoos could be seen poking from under the dropped neck of his shirt, your eyes slipping down the closer he leaned. You flopped forward, your gaze meeting his as your hands came to rest on top of his own. "And what are you gonna do about it?" You teased. This wouldn't at all be your first time with each other, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

"You're not even ready. I could hear you taking care of it yourself before you came up; you're not as quiet as you think."

His hand lifted quietly, curling under your chin as he held your head still. "Alright, smartie, what're you gonna do about that?"

"You're usually the horndog in this situation. What am I gonna do about it?"

You were suddenly shoved against the bed below, the thick blanket warm under your body. He placed a soft kiss on your lips, his hair draping around his face as he leaned over you. "You'll have to wait to find out, huh?"

"Damn, you must really be upset." You teased without even a second of hesitation. "Man, I really wonder what you'll do. Oh, how long must I wait? Forever? Years; Centuries of waiting just to punished in the end! Just end me, as waiting is its own punishment." You whined dramatically under him, your arms lifting as your hand sprawled against your forehead, your eyes closing as your head flopped back in exasperation against the mattress below.

Jungkook laughed. "No, you won't have to wait very long. You know I wouldn't do that to you." He grinned, his teeth bright and shiny behind his lips. "Remember when we were younger, and I still lived with my parents, and you came over to study?" He asked, his noticeably strong hands trailing over your body, their attention quickly focused on your chest. You opened your mouth to speak, only to get interrupted as he continued.

"We waited until they left to run some errands, and we decided to try and be super quick." He paused to laugh to himself, you barely listening as you bit your lip, your nipples beginning to poke through the fabric his hands continued to glide over. "We started getting way too loud near the end and almost got caught because we didn't hear them pull in. The only reason we were able to clean up and everything was because you happened to finish before they walked in and could hear what we were doing. Man, what an adrenaline rush that one minute was as we scrambled around listening to them slowly come up the stairs."

By then, you were moaning under him, the fabric rough against your extremely sensitive chest. His strong fingers continued running along, teasing the hardened nubs as he moved on with another story, seemingly unaware of what he was doing. His hands snuck under your shirt, his hands warm as he grabbed as much of your breasts in his large hands as he could. "Sorry, I was talking." He apologized, taking the moment before you responded to swiftly yank your shirt over your head.

In your moment of distraction, you had become so hot and bothered that you hadn’t even noticed how long he had been rambling. You could hardly hear his reminiscing over your increasingly more desperate moans. The feeling of the cold air hitting your already erect nipples made you squirm slightly, you only coming back to reality to a soft warmth on your neck. Your hands lifted, gripping with white knuckles tightly onto his thick hoodie.

You lowered your gaze, the sight of his face resting on your chest greeting you. His hair messily covered his eyes, the deep brown underneath shining in the light of your bedroom. His lips were pressed softly together into a pout, his tattooed arms lifted to lay across your shoulders, wrapping under your head. “You’re not paying attention!” He whined, continuing to pout as he shuffled to lean over you, the mattress squeaking ever so slightly as his knees rested on the bed.

He paused to pull the thick fabric free from his body, letting it thump to the ground as he leaned over you once again, the thick ink on his arms dancing as his muscles flexed in the process. Your eyes widened as his face approached yours, your noses quickly touching, the pout still present. “You didn’t hear my story.” He whined again, softer this time, the shine still present in his wide eyes despite the shadow he was casting over you. “You weren’t even listening.”

“Honey, you were rambling.” You responded, hoping he couldn’t feel your racing heart. He flopped down, his hips straddling your own as he sat up, his strong arms causing the bed to sink in as he continued to lean over you, your thighs tingling at the slight bounce that followed as he grew comfortable on your hips. 

“I was telling a story.”

He lowered himself, his lips coming into contact with your own, your hands lifting to grab on the thin white t-shirt that remained. His teeth ran softly over your lips as he pulled away, his hands once again moving to slide under your head. Your thighs burned and tingled with each movement he made. 

You were beginning to sweat as you continued gripping him tightly, your hips wiggling to wrap your legs around him. His lips once again moved into a pout, the shine is his eyes disappearing as his head came to rest on your chest once again. He definitely felt you move.

His legs slid around you, his knees moving under your hips to lift them up, pressing his now noticeably tight sweatpants against your shorts. He once again lowered to kiss you, more gentle this time as his hands lowered to remove his sweat pants, leaving nothing between you but your shorts- which already barely covered anything. Your own hands lowered, grabbing onto the hard length poking between your legs, pumping slowly as he sighed into the kiss. Your shoulders ached as his hands pressed against your shoulders, pressing you into the mattress. You sped up your wrist movements, listening as he groaned into the continued kiss.

Suddenly, his hands shot down, levering your legs open and lifting his hips to practically rip your shorts free of your body as he finally broke the kiss. His legs slipped off the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud, swiftly yanking you close to the edge. His fully flexed arms caged you in, his lips coming into contact with your exposed neck, his breathing soft and warm against your skin. 

“Roll over.” He huffed, moving to kiss along your chest and shoulders. His face was now a soft pink, lifting to watch you intently as you rolled onto your stomach, letting out a noise of surprise as you were yanked yet further off of the bed, your feet now touching the floor. Kisses once again returned to your neck, an occasional moment of cold causing you to shiver with delight as his tongue traced over your warm skin with each mark he left behind. Your still erect nipples dragged softly over the sheets under you, the cool mixture of the sheets and his tongue piercing causing you to moan loudly under him.

Your face slammed softly against the mattress below, his strong arms pressing against your shoulders to hold you in place, your hips lifting in the process. Of all the times you’ve done this, he wasn’t usually this rough, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t exciting. 

“Fu-” You moaned, burying your face in the mattress at the stretch that followed. “-ck.” Your hands gripped onto the sheets, the feeling of his teeth and tongue reaching every inch of your neck making you whimper. He had always been taller, but it wasn’t until now that you realized just how much stronger- and bigger than you he was. You could hardly move with the grip he had on your shoulders, your head the only thing able to move freely. He had you where he wanted you, and it’d probably be a while before he’d free you.

Each thrust ruined your hopes of being quiet, drool beginning to fall from your lips as he continued- each thrust more intense than the last. Your eyes were soon rolled back, your mouth open as saliva dripped from your parted lips, the sharp tugs to your hair adding to the overall ache. Your legs, hips and shoulders were growing more pained with each lewd slam into you, each second bringing you closer to the edge. You were silent, the ache taking your breath away, a loud gasp escaping as he freed your shoulders, yanking you upright by your hair.

His arms wrapped under your chest, freeing you from the bed entirely as he held you in place, your arms contorting behind you to hold onto his now moist t-shirt. You were trembling, your chest burning as you gasped for air. “Jungkook...” You managed, your voice hoarse as your head flopped backwards against his muscular shoulders. You could feel the mess you were already making in your excitement, awaiting the finish you were mere seconds away from, only to groan as you felt him stop, your chest bouncing as he adjusted you. 

“No...” You whined in complaint, taking the time to catch your breath only to catch yourself moaning with each exhale. You continued shaking as he kissed along the back of your shoulders. “Don’t stop...” You continued, wiggling your legs slightly to get him to continue. He groaned with your wiggles, grabbing your thighs to keep you in place. “Stop moving.” His voice was soft and gentle, your head rolling around on his shoulder as he placed another kiss on your aching neck.

“You’re so pretty.” He complimented, letting you fall forward with your hands hitting the mattress, his arms firmly gripping your thighs to stop your hips from moving from their position. The little eyeliner you had on had started to run, your hands gripping the sheets in anticipation as you wondered what about you with messy makeup was pretty.

You cried out, your voice still hoarse as the edge approached faster than before. After a minute you were trembling under him again, the ache returning as you tipped closer and closer to the edge. You were reduced to a shaking, squealing, moaning mess in a little over a minute, your legs struggling to hold onto him as they shook. 

Your face once again slammed into the mattress, a loud groan felt against your back as his hips sputtered slightly, his large hands grabbing onto your hair once again as he attempted to keep himself steady as he finally tipped over the edge. His breaths were rough and quick against your back, you too busy attempting to catch your own breath to notice his hands had lowered. 

You gasped, pleasure coursing through you once again as his fingers moved with renewed vigor. “Ju-Jungkoo-” You pleaded, struggling to even get his name out as his strong hands made quick work of your clit, you finally reaching your release with a sudden, violent shake. He pulled away, the emptiness that followed allowing you to fully fall against the bed, your legs weak as you attempted to stand. His arms wrapped around you, gently laying you down. 

“Too much?” He questioned, taking in your exhausted form, his voice dripping with concern. His eyes widened slightly at the black smeared along your cheeks, pouting as he gently wiped it off, not seeming to notice his still wet fingers. “Too much.” He lowered to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, running his fingers through your messy hair. “Definitely too much.”

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[A/N: Sorry that this came out so much later than I promised. Hopefully it was worth the wait.]

[poedamneron01]

DREAMBOAT.

summary: you are new to AEW, a well known women’s wrestler for your daring and ballsy matches, Kenny is intrigued after the Bucks show him some of your matches, so intriguing he makes it his mission to find you and get to know you more.

Kenny Omega x f!reader

warnings: mentions of anxiety, swearing

Kenny Masterlist.

Kenny walked into The Elite’s shared locker room for a jam packed night of Wednesday Dynamite. “Yo, Ken did you hear about Y/N being signed?” Matt asked excitedly, looking up from his phone for a moment and Kenny sent him nod “Yeah, I heard she is a freak in the ring.” Kenny replied as he took a seat beside Nick and the brothers nodded “Dude, you should see this footage Matt found from one of her matches, six stars.” Matt shoved the phone in front of Kenny as he replayed the highlights of your match against their good friend Marty Scurll from a couple of weeks ago. Yeah, you were a fucking freak. Kenny’s eyes widened when he watched you take a DDT off the top rope out onto a table on the floor. “I think I am in love.” Kenny blurted out causing the guys to laugh “Is she here tonight?” He asked and Nick nodded “Yeah I think I seen her get dropped off when we arrived.” Kenny nodded, he made it his mission to find you and introduce himself.

You walked backstage with Tony Khan, familiarising yourself with all the different places you might need, like catering, medical and locker rooms. “You have your own locker room, we have you close to the gorilla so you don’t get lost.” Tony informed you as he opened the door to a decent sized room with a couple of couches and tables. You smiled and rolled in your suitcase full of gear and whatever you would need for tonight “Thank you,” you paused and turned to look at Tony “I am so excited to be here Tony, you have no idea.” He smiled brightly “No, thank you for being here. I’ll leave you to unpack and start preparing yourself, here’s a script for the show, it explains everything for your segment. If you have any questions or worries someone in the gorilla should be able to help if I’m not there personally!” You nodded and took the script from him with a small thank you, before he left and closed the door behind him.

You could not believe you were here. You had finally made it to the big league’s. All your crazy and daring matches, all the injuries and time off had finally payed off! You wheeled your suitcase over and lifted it onto the table and unzipped it, pulling out your gear and laying it out like you always did. You pulled out your headphones and slipped them on, playing your pump up playlist loudly before grabbing the script for the show and your phone, before heading towards catering to start preparing.

“Hey Tony!” Kenny called as he walked down the hallway towards the ring “Hey Kenny, how are you?” Kenny smiled and nodded “Not too bad, hey where is the new signee? I figured I’d introduce myself.” Tony nodded “Her locker room is the closest to the Gorilla.” Kenny nodded and clapped the smaller man on the shoulder “Thanks man!” He took off, walking quite quick and his heart belted his chest hard. But why was he nervous? It was just some girl from the Indies? Only you weren’t any girl, you were the best women’s wrestler in the business. Kenny finally reached your locker room and knocked a couple times, though was met with no answer. He frowned and looked around for a few moments, maybe you were out at the ring?

You were sat in catering, reading through the script, the segment you would be in specifically, biting the inside of your cheek anxiously. You were supposed to come out during Britt Baker vs Ruby Soho and ambush Ruby, seemingly aligning yourself with Britt, but would turn on her too. Do some spontaneous moves and call it a night, no biggie? You got up and set off for the ring, another thing you did ceremoniously before every show, music blaring in your ears. Once you walked out onto the stage, your eyes widened at how big the arena was, sure you knew AEW was pulling huge crowds in now, but you hadn’t realised how big they really were. You noticed the ring was completely empty, maybe it was because you were pretty early for a show? You walked down the ramp, eyes darting across the arena and thousands of empty seats, and the anxiety finally began to sink in. You pulled off your headphones, placing them with your phone and script on the floor beside the steel steps, before jumping on the apron and sliding into the ring. You clasped your hands together and did a few small circles in the centre of the ring in awe of the stadium, it brought tears to your eyes.

Kenny made his way out onto the stage, the stadium eerily quiet, though he spotted a figure stood in the ring and smiled to himself. He made his way down the ramp which caught your attention “Sorry if I’m interrupting anything.” He held out his hands as he rolled into the ring with you, leaning against the top rope “No, no I was just off in my own little world.” You replied and looked over at the man you noticed who was only one of the best in the world. “I’m Tyson or Kenny.” He extended his arm out, palm open and you nodded “Yeah, anyone and everyone knows who you are.” You chuckled with a smile and slid your hand into his, shaking it “Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” You told him and he nodded, curls bobbing “Welcome to AEW.” He continued to smile and you exhaled sharply with a nod “Thanks,” you paused and sat down in the middle of the ring, leaning back on your hands “I’m not going to lie, I’m freaking the fuck out.” You blurted out and he followed your actions, sitting down against the bottom rope “Yeah, I get it.” He nodded, folding his arms across his chest. “You keen to give me any advice?” You asked with a hopeful gaze, meeting his eyes and you noticed how gentle and inviting they really were “Honestly, just have fun. You know your craft, we won’t make you change it. Just keep being you because that is what the people want to see.”

“Wow, you know you could become a great inspirational speaker.” You teased him and he laughed “I seen your match with Marty earlier, it was fucking nuts.” He complimented and you felt yourself blush “I bet it’s nothing compared to your matches, I am a huge fan of your work, especially your time over in New Japan.” Kenny was in shock, how could a pretty girl like you, enjoy his work? “Thank you.” He fell silent, admiring the structure of face “Y/N I wouldn’t stress too much, everyone will love you.” He added quickly and you puffed your cheeks out as you exhaled deeply once more “God I hope so.” Kenny swallowed hard, “Did you want to grab some food after the show? I know what it’s like to be in a new company, some friends can help.” You took a double take, biting your lip to suppress the grin from spreading across your face. You nodded, looking over at him once more “Yeah, yeah that’d be really nice.” Kenny nodded “Just us two okay?” He added and you giggled softly “Yes, that’s fine.” He nodded, you were a dreamboat of a woman, and he only wanted more of you.

“There you are Kenneth!” You looked past Kenny and spotted two men walking down the ramp and towards you both. “Oh hey Y/N! Welcome!” The shorter one smiled and you could tell immediately it was Nick and Matt Jackson, The Young Bucks “Hey, thank you.” You stood up and greeted them, shaking each of their hands “Did we interrupt something?” Nick asked, a knowing smirk on his face as he looked between you and Kenny. You grinned “Only everything.” You teased and rocked back and forth on your feet “Do you want to be in our youtube series?” Matt asked as he whipped out his phone and you became nervous all of a sudden “No, no I don’t want to be a bother.” Kenny noticed your change in demeanour “No, you won’t be a bother at all come on!” Matt waved his hand in the air before looking over at Kenny “Do you want to join The Elite? We need a new member and you are a perfect fit!” Nick exclaimed excitedly and you shrugged “I mean, only if you guys are down, it is your thing after all.”

Kenny looked between the boys “How about we make it a progressive thing, like film us walking out onto the stage and see her in the ring? We just come out randomly on some Rampages and Dynamites and then eventually ask her to join?” You were surprised by how open and inviting they were and Matt and Nick nodded. “Alright, I’ll go and get Brandon so he can film we’ll be back!” Nick and Matt left you and Kenny in the ring and you laughed softly “You really want me in your group?” You asked in disbelief and Kenny nodded “We could use someone awesome like yourself, we can talk more about it at dinner if you want?” Kenny felt like all his chat and spark disappeared when talking to you, you left him like a teenage boy in high school. You nodded “Yeah, that sounds great.”

God Kenny was falling hard already.

[dancingamongstdust]

Old Habits (Warren Worthington x Reader)

So I was digging around in my old files and I found this from a few years ago. I’m sure I published it somewhere once but I have no idea where. Either way, the writing isn’t too bad so I thought some readers here may enjoy it. 

Before, when you originally met Warren, you had never had an issue with reaching out and grabbing his wings if he tried to march away from you. It had become a habit.

There would be an argument over something inconsequential and both of you would scream and shout like children. Warren would realise that his temper was getting out of control and try to stalk away from the fight before it got out of control. You would snatch a fistful of his feathers or the edge of a wing; anything that was within range was ample gain. It never hurt him but he stopped moving due to the sensation. Then he would turn around and kiss you until your lips were bruised and you couldn’t breathe properly.

This time…

You had been eternally grateful to Charles Xavier for bringing Warren back despite all his previous actions and your heart belonged to whoever had saved his life. When you had seen him walking through that portal, you had sold yourself on the notion that you would never be seeing him again. A bitter reality without the white angel wings that you had spent hours wrapped in.

The fight had been inconsequential really. Something about his sulking and yelling at anybody who tried to get close to him.

But now you withdrew your hand as quickly as you reached out.

Warren still spun around to look, the metal feathers screeching against the walls as he did so. Instead of kissing you, his eyes fell on your bloody hand and he reached for it with tentative hands. “I…” his words died in his throat.

You met his eyes with a clouded expression and sighed. “Sorry,” you said. “I forgot…” Your eyes fell on the huge metal wings and you sighed. “I didn’t think that through. I’m sorry.”

“No,” Warren said. “No, you shouldn’t have had to think about it in first place.” Unlike the feathered version, these wings made a horrendous noise when they bristled and even he winced at the sound. “Just go and get somebody to look at that.” And he stormed back into his temporary room, slamming the door far too loudly behind him.

You sighed, shoulders slumping. Charles had approached you to see if you could possibly fix the situation and maybe convince Warren to relax a little more in the mansion. His end goal obviously being to offer the angelic mutant a permanent place to stay.

Stomach churning, you hurried down the stairs to the nearest mutant that could heal your hand or at least somebody who knew basic medical skills.

Two stitches and a little bit of healing later, you were sitting in your own room and staring down at your bandages. While you had been standing up there, it hadn’t hurt at all but now it was burning like fire. You rubbed it gently and sighed. Warren had always been self-sabotaging. At this point, shutting you out could almost be classified as a hobby of his.

So eventually – at an hour that any reasonable person would be asleep at – you climbed out of bed and marched over to the room to quiet your wailing mind. If you didn’t know Warren’s self-destructive tendencies you would have presumed it was too late.

But you had lived with the man before.

You didn’t bother knocking. You knew that Warren would have pretended he didn’t hear you. So you counted on him forgetting – or purposefully – not locking the door.

“I’m tired of this,” you said when Warren finally noticed you and removed the headphones that were blaring rock music so loudly that you could hear them from across the room. You walked over and sat on an untouched desk, watching the winged mutant carefully. “Every day, you make me sit and watch you turn all that anger and hatred inwardly and I can’t do anything about it. I feel useless when it comes to you. Like there’s nothing I can do to help.”

“Help?” he scoffed. “Help what?”

“You.”

He rolled his eyes and sat up on the bed, those metal feathers screaming a symphony as they were dragged across the wall. “I don’t need your help,” he said. He glanced at your bandaged hand. “Look what happens when you try. I’m fine. They said that my feathered wings will grow back soon and then I’ll be able to get as far away from this fucking place as possible.”

“I want to stay.”

“Then stay.”

You gave a forced laugh. “And here I thought you knew me well enough to know that there isn’t a chance that you would leave without me following.”

Warren crossed his arms and his wings puffed up as he attempted to become more intimidating. It would work on most people. Not you. “Nobody likes codependent twits,” he grumbled. “But then again, it’s not my problem if you want to chase me around the country like some lost poodle. If you get killed, I don’t want anybody blaming it for me.”

“It’s not… alright, no, I’m not rising to that,” you said firmly. “No matter how often you insult me, I’m not going to leave and you know that by now. Warren, won’t you at least consider staying here? There are others who –“

“Joined forces with an ancient evil and attempted to bring about the end of the world because they were offered shiny wings then almost died and had to be saved by their enemy out of pity. Just so many of those assholes running around that I can barely even walk without seeing one.” His hair was falling into his face now but he didn’t seem interested in doing anything about it. “But they don’t count if they switched sides during the actual battle.”

“You were unconscious the majority of the battle.”

“Thank you for reminding me. I wasn’t aware.”

You sighed and reached out to move his hair away from his eyes. It said something that he didn’t move away despite the glare he was sending in your direction. “Wouldn’t you prefer to be able to rest for a little while until you got back onto your feet?” you asked. “I’ve been talking to some of the people here and they’re all friendly if you give them a chance.”

“I don’t see any weapons attached to your back that are constantly hurting people you actually care about,” he noted.

“My hand was my own fault,” you repeated. You stood up and moved closer, reaching the uninjured hand past his head and resting it gently on the metal of his feathers. “See? I’m being careful now and it’s not getting me hurt. If I had taken a few more seconds to think it through, I wouldn’t have grabbed your wing out of habit. But you said they’ll go back to being normal soon.”

“Apparently,” he said. “Some of them have fallen off but they’re meant to do that. What would you do if they stayed metal? You’d have to start finding your own beds instead of curling up next to me constantly. Something tells me you won’t find these wings ‘comforting’.”

A phrase you had always used when speaking about his wings and it hurt to hear him spit it with such bitterness in his tone. It had always been something genuine to you. “They probably won’t keep me as warm as the normal feathers,” you admitted. “But I don’t doubt that I could grow used to them and love them as much as I adored the originals.”

He scoffed. “Always a fucking optimist. Even when I have tattoos that probably will never fade etched into my face.”

“I’m not always an optimist,” you said. “When you disappeared into that cage fighting thing for months without telling me and then came back with your wing fried to a crisp, I was so worried that I thought I would vomit. I lost countless hours due to nightmares about waking up and finding you dead or missing again.”

“And then you did.”

“I was too late,” you said. “No matter what you said, I knew that your wings were making you distressed and I wanted to help but I didn’t know how. If I had figured out how to fix things sooner then there wouldn’t have been a reason for you to go with that asshole.”

Warren just glared at you and then flicked his bedside lamp off and lay down on his side. It used to hurt his wings when he slept like that but you were unsure that the metal felt anything. Either way, you lay your hand on his shoulder temporarily and then took the hint to leave the room. There was nothing else for you to say or do.

Almost a week passed where you only opened the door to throw random food and drink items at Warren where he was pretending to be asleep. Sometimes he would mumble something and other times he would continue to ignore you. You took the bandage off a few days later. It was something Warren undoubtedly noticed but he didn’t say anything until the day you opened the door to find everything strewn across the floor in such a state of disarray that you flinched.

“What’s the problem?” you asked.

Warren glanced at you out of the corner of his eye and muttered something about not having any shirts that weren’t torn to shreds by his new wings. Which later led to you going shopping and returning with a bunch of new shirts with cuts in the back for the new wings. It took you a while and he grumbled under his breath when you dumped them on the floor but you didn’t say anything.

The charade continued day in and day out but you weren’t deterred. You waited patiently for Warren with a well-learned routine. This had happened many times before. A waiting game that you had perfected over many years of worrying about the angelic mutant who held so much of your attention and your heart.

You walked through the door with a milkshake in hand when he was busy plucking the metal feathers off his wings. Silently, you placed it down and settled cross-legged behind him on the bed to help him peel off the shedding metal over the unreachable areas.

It came off easily and you happily spotted some of the soft, white feathers peeking out from beneath the metal. You ran your fingers happily over it and smiled. They would be returning soon.

“You’re going to need to preen these daily while they’re growing out,” you said. You didn’t expect an answer but you said it with the knowledge that you would be the one to do it. “Otherwise they’re going to be crooked and then you won’t be able to fly properly.”

Warren’s feathers fluttered slightly as he turned around to face you. They didn’t sound quite as horrible when they brushed against the wall now and there were fewer grooves than before. Deep scratch marks already tore up the bedframe and one of the bedside lamps had disappeared a week ago. “Just leave.”

“Alright. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Why do you bother?”

Your fingers brushed the doorknob and you shrugged. “It’s just force of habit now.”

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

Needy

pairing: Kim Namjoon x female reader (guest star Yoongi)

genre: smut, established relationship au

word count: 4.3k | reading time: 20 min

summary: Dating Kim Namjoon comes with its advantages and disadvantages. The later mainly being working so much all you get to see of him is in his studio. But you're a needy bitch. And if you have to get what you want while he works, you will do just that.

warnings: hard dom namjoon, bratty sub reader, cockwarming, daddy kink, dirty talk, degradation, praise, choking, spanking, unprotected sex, oral m.receiving, orgasm denial, studio sex, slight exhibitionism, aka the one where namjoon discovers he likes public sex and exhibitionism.

A/N: Amy=Army=reader because I prefer using a name instead of y/n

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Time slipping closer to the comeback dates meant missing-your-boyfriend hours grew more frequent. You never complained, just like he didn't either, but you were clingy by nature and finding any way to be even in the same room as Namjoon had become your top priority. At first, sleeping in his arms at night was enough. In about a week it became apparent that waking hours were paramount, so you started joining him for lunch. No matter how short and rushed it had to be. But the more he worked on the group's comeback, the less attention he could pay, always distracted and keeping your interactions to small talk. Eating with him wasn't sating your hunger anymore.

"I'm sorry, baby," he would say when he would realize you had been talking this whole time.

You honestly didn't mind. Simply wanted to be by his side. "It's okay, sweetie. Everything alright?"

He sighed and caressed your hand laying on the table. "I just miss you. I have to stay to work extra hours again and I won't see you again and I miss you. That's all."

You replicated his small, soft smile. "I can stay with you. I'll bring my laptop and we can both work together. That way we won't be alone."

Namjoon smirked. "You know I can't concentrate with you in the room," he declared with a low tone in his voice and slightly squeezed your hand.

Suddenly, you were fighting a smile on your lips while your eyes raced to the floor as if you were too shy to face your own boyfriend. Then you pouted. "No, we'll just work. I will be working too, I'll be so quiet, you won't even know I'm there."

And so you did. You took the small couch while he had his back to you, working on his computer. The sound of both of your keyboards was filling the room, along with the slight whispers of the music playing through Namjoon's headphones. It was after-hours and they went by mostly uninterrupted, except for the occasional visit by a manager or a member –usually the rappers– to deliver some type of message. The boys would smile softly at the sight of you, and you replied with a raise of your shoulders to state the obvious.

"Can I sit on your lap?" You asked Namjoon once after you had given up on your work and were battling falling asleep on that comfortable couch while you waited for him to call it a day, or more accurately, a night.

He pulled his headphones to the side and turned to look at you. "My lap?"

You nodded. "I'll just sit there and you can work."

"Don't you want to work?"

"No, I want to be in your arms."

He bit his bottom lip. He eyed you up and down and then looked at his monitor. He knew it wasn't a good idea, but he figured he would just sound like a straight douche if he declined cuddle offers from his girlfriend, after she had been patiently putting up with him distancing for the past few weeks. So he turned back to you and patted his lap.

"Okay, hop on, kitty. But if you don't sit quietly, you'll be in trouble."

You had to bite back that shy smile again. Namjoon was asking you to sit quietly yet just by the way he asked, he made you crave that trouble he promised. But no, you were a good girl. You didn't want to disturb his work, it would only stress him out more. You straddled his lap and huddled on his chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible so as not to restrict his movements in the least. You felt his big hand stroking your hair as you planted your head on his left shoulder, your nose close to his neck, tickling him with your warm breath. Before you knew it, you were asleep.

So now you almost didn't even bother pretending to work on that laptop of yours. Since Namjoon had been convinced that you could sit on his lap without causing trouble, and you had discovered how easy it was to relax when you were wrapped around him like that, you basically jumped in his lap right after you two settled in his studio. Namjoon played with your hair or gently squeezed the softer parts of your body every time he paused to think. He found it helped him work even better. His own little stress relief toy.

"Oh- uh… Sorry- um…" Yoongi squealed when he walked into the studio and saw the two of you tangled like so.

Namjoon turned to face the older member and simply shook his head. "Oh, she's just sleeping," he whispered.

Yoongi now opened the door more widely and stood up straighter to take a better look at you. "Oh…" he exhaled with a smile. "Like that?"

"Yeah… she can't stay away from me."

"Cute…"

At that, you decided to lift your head and look at Yoongi's general direction. "I'm awake!" you stated loudly then immediately dropped your head back down.

The other man chuckled slightly before he informed Namjoon on something about their manager, this and that, and left. Anyone walking into the studio was met with what appeared like an adorable scene that they quickly became accustomed to, and even your boyfriend seemed to think completely innocently of it now. Which meant you were the only one quietly suffering because of his cologne and the warmth of his crotch under yours.

You tried to sit there quietly. You tried to fall asleep. But it had been days since you and Namjoon had done anything other than work, and that promised trouble was becoming more and more appealing. You circled your fingertips at the base of his neck, contemplating whether you should grid yourself on him to get him to fuck you on that desk as a punishment, or be a good girl so that you don't lose your lap privileges.

But you wanted more than your lap privileges. You truly were so clingy, it wasn't enough that you were sitting on him like that; you wanted to feel more of him. You bit your lip and controlled yourself, catching your breath on purpose so that he wouldn't notice it had gotten heavier and warmer on his neck. You could practically hear his deep voice vibrating something like "you little minx" in case you exposed yourself, which in turn made your struggles even harder.

You squirming on his lap was probably registered as you squirming in your sleep by your boyfriend. Indeed, you kept your eyes tightly closed to play the role, too. You swallowed, again and again, excess saliva flooding your mouth from all the dirty thoughts passing your mind, like a dog dreaming of a delicious meal. But you stayed put. You sat quietly, just like he had asked. Because you were a good girl and you knew you would be awarded for that eventually.

"Baby…" you whispered with a pout in your lips. Today you had worn a skirt and as you sat on Namjoon's lap, the only thing covering your heat was your lace panties. Today you would get that award you craved the whole week. "Namjoon, baby…" you whined again to get your boyfriend's attention.

He looked at you with wide eyes, pausing whatever he was doing and sliding his headphones off. "What's that, kitten?"

Your eyes dropped down as your fingers played with the hem of his shirt. "I–" you gulped, "I want you inside me."

You heard nothing, no reaction. So you looked up again and Namjoon was just staring at you. "You know we can't do that here, kitten…"

You bounced slightly on his lap in protest. Luckily for you, you found out your boyfriend had already started to get hard under you. So you continued. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself on him, making him suck in a breath.

"Ohh... I'm not asking for anything too much. I just want you inside me."

"Inside you?"

You nodded. "Yes, yes. I just want to feel you. Can you just… just put it inside me?"

Namjoon laughed. "Baby, if I put it inside you there is no way it won't lead to something more…"

But you shook your head frantically. For good measure, you ground yourself on him, too. "No, no, I promise! I won't even move. I'll just go right to sleep like I do every day. You know, you've seen how quietly I can sit like that. You can trust me, right?"

Namjoon bit his bottom lip aggressively as he watched you act all innocent and cute while talking about putting his dick in you. He took one too many seconds to answer, so you took the initiative to move your hands to his pants and unbutton them. His hands grabbed your hips. Not to stop you. Just to hold you forcefully as he processed what was happening.

"So you– you want to do… cockwarming?"

In response, you took one of his hands and guided it under your skirt, to your already wet core. His fingers felt your arousal through the lace. Suddenly, all signs of demur disappeared from his face.

"Hm, does your little hole feel empty without me, kitten? You want me to fill you up?"

You bit your lip as you nodded, your hands moving again to completely undo his pants and pull them down just a bit. You palmed him through his boxers and his fingers massaged your clit over your panties. You pulled his dick out and saw how it sprang up, almost to full hardness already. Quickly, you spat on your hand a generous amount and used that to pump him up and down a few times. Namjoon groaned and pushed your panties away, two fingers teasing at your entrance.

"Do you need prepping? Or can you take my cock as it is?" he asked you as he slipped his two fingers easily in.

"Namjoon," you moaned his name quietly. "Don't get me too horny, just put your dick inside me." He raised his eyebrows at your commanding attitude. "Unless you don't want me to be good," you added with a raised eyebrow of your own.

Chuckling, he pulled his fingers out and grabbed your hips again. He guided you over his dick. "Alright, kitten. Sit on that cock and don't. Move."

You sank, taking him in inch by inch, the thickness stretching you out so much it burned. You allowed yourself to moan out as quietly as you could, still struggling to fit all of him inside you. Namjoon kept a hand on your hips to guide you down, while the other caressed the side of your head.

"That's right," he praised you. "Take all of me, baby. I know you can."

With his encouraging words, you took a deep breath and moved down until your pussy had swallowed him whole, his head now nudging at your cervix.

"There, there… that's great," Namjoon cooed. He brushed his palm over your cheek and made you look at him. "How does this feel?"

"Oh, it feels good…" you said, dragging out the last word while letting your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your boyfriend gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead.

"So, did you get what you wanted, kitten?"

"Mm, yes, daddy, thank you," you moaned.

His thumb ran over your lips and he pinched your chin. You opened your eyes to look at him. "Now… will you sit there quietly and let me do my job?"

You nodded lazily. "Yes. Yes, daddy, I will."

Namjoon smiled and gave you a quick peck. He looked down, pushing your skirt out and adjusting it so that it covered both of you up. He put his headphones back on and you, just like you promised, laid your head on his shoulder again and sat there quietly. Your position ultimately not changing at all and it still seemed very sinless, with the only exception that you were now so deliciously full and finally sated.

You tried to calm your breathing down. You clenched and unclenched around him involuntarily and he released a warning groan in response. It was hard to stay still at first, but once you got used to his length stretching your walls, it was surprisingly relaxing. He was big and warm and the most comfortable thing you had experienced in your life. You had never felt closer to your boyfriend than at that moment. You loved it in a very possessive way.

From now on this would be the only seat you'd ever take.

Namjoon loved it too. He didn't expect you to actually sit still, secretly wanted you to act out so that he could teach you a lesson afterwards. But now you looked as peaceful as a baby breastfeeding. It was funny how something so dirty made you look so chaste, and how that in return made you look, well... hot. He sighed. He really didn't think he would be the one having trouble controlling himself. Your pussy was moving slightly around him every time you squirmed, and he felt every single thing. Yet you had managed to drift into a light sleep, your cheek pressed on his collarbone, your lips apart, your breaths long and warm on his neck.

So pretty… So cute. Namjoon would make sure to fuck you so well when you two got home.

"Hey, Namjoon!"

Namjoon jumped right as the studio door opened wide. He hands quickly grabbed your hips, ready to push you away and pretend nothing was happening.

"Oh, is she sleeping?" Yoongi whispered and walked closer to them.

Namjoon froze. He looked down, your skirt was still covering you up. Then he looked at the other man. He seemed blissfully unaware of what was going on in there.

And that, for some reason, made Namjoon's dick throb.

"Um, ye-yeah."

"Heh, she's so cute when she sleeps on you like that."

Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek hard. His hips moved forward on their own accord, pushing further inside you so slightly that the moment went by unnoticed. But not by you. A tiny whine echoed from your throat.

"Hm, yes. What's up?" he answered, his voice husky.

Yoongi started talking, but if Namjoon were to be honest with himself, he didn't hear a thing he said. All he could register was his dick getting even harder while your pussy got tighter around him. He tried to stay still as he stared forcefully into his friend's eyes. What if he realised?

God, the thought alone made him suck in a deep breath.

"Okay?" Yoongi's voice was barely made out inside the younger's foggy head. But he managed to nod. "Can you do that for me?"

"Hyung..." Namjoon sighed. Just as Yoongi frowned at his friend's odd voice, you moved around, clinging closer to Namjoon, cutting off his oxygen supply completely. "Yes! Yes, I will!" he literally choked out.

The other rapper gave him an up and down and Namjoon would never dare admit how his eyes on the two of you made his stomach shrink. But he would admit to how he felt ready to combust and if you weren't left alone within the next thirty seconds, he would no longer care about details such as privacy.

"Cool," Yoongi mumbled, moving back towards the door yet still facing you. "Thanks, man. I owe you one."

The moment the door clicked closed, Namjoon gasped hard, taking in all the air he was missing. His hands -still on your hips- held you tighter, tight enough to leave bruises, as he panted and moved his hips slowly into you.

"Stop pretending you're sleeping," he demanded. A couple of seconds of silence passed, and then he felt your lips gently land on his neck in a small kiss, trying to play innocent. He snorted. "You–"

"Everything okay, daddy?" you asked in the purest voice you could master.

"No!" he exclaimed, dropping his head back on his chair. He thrust up as much as he could, but since he was already buried to the brim, there wasn't much space to move. "No, I'm not okay!" he growled. You immediately bit your lip, pulling your head away so that you could finally face him. He leaned slightly forward but the moment his eyes fell on you, his head hit his chair again. "Move!"

"But, daddy, you–"

"Fuck, Amy, if you don't– move!"

His hands pushed you slightly off him, and he immediately thrust into you. Hard. You had no choice but to cry out. Another thrust and you felt like you couldn't hold yourself up anymore, falling on his chest and clinging to him desperately.

"Nam-" you tried to talk, but the man had found his position and was drilling into you at a never before seen speed. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and all you could do was have your jaw hung open and a moan escape freely with every hit on your spot. He was animalistic, growling and groaning loudly with no regards to the public building you were in, and most importantly, without even noticing your attempts to slow him down. You pushed your palms on his shoulders, trying to lift yourself, but in response, he just bit down on your neck and made you moan harder.

This... This is exactly what you wanted. Wasn't it?

"Namjoon, the door is unlocked," you managed to whisper while he was licking your neck up and down aggressively. He just hummed in response. At least he heard your voice. "What if somebody comes in?"

Your boyfriend moaned. He slowed down, his right hand leaving your hip to move higher up, ruffling your shirt, squeezing your breast and wrapping around your throat. You gasped right as he tightened his grip.

"Let them see," Namjoon mumbled. His grip around your throat tightened even more and his hips picked up the pace again. But now, you had no way of making any sound other than choking. Namjoon moaned louder. "Oh, let them watch."

He finally let you breathe and right away he crushed his lips to yours, pulling you deep down on his dick and grinding inside you. You had never seen this side of him before and you couldn't help but drip arousal around his base. Just seeing how into it he seemed to be made you get closer to your climax.

"Bounce on my cock, you slut. Isn't this what you wanted from the beginning?" your boyfriend growled in your ear and you whined, immediately obeying. Jumping up and down.

"Daddy..." you moaned for his attention, getting closer and closer.

A hard slap on your right butt cheek. "Faster. Do it how you know you wanted it." Another slap.

Leaning forward you found a new momentum to slide up and down his dick faster, and his breathing instantly changed. You looked up through your lashes at him, gawking at his expression, face hot with coy and pride.

"Like that, daddy?"

He groaned, staring right into your eyes. "So needy," he mumbled. "Such a desperate slut, constantly wanting praise. Is that what you want, baby? For me to praise you?"

You almost missed your rhythm due to the effect his words had on you. "Da... Daddy..." was all you could say.

He held you from the ass, helping you move since you were so close to cumming it was getting hard. "Hm? You want me to praise that warm, wet pussy of yours that takes my dick so well?" You had to moan. "So well-" he repeated, "-that I can't resist it?"

"Daddy, I'm gonna-"

"You fuck me so well, baby. Hm, is that what you want me to say?" Namjoon continued teasing. "You're so good..."

"I'm gonna cum!"

Suddenly, you were empty. Namjoon had pulled out of you and pushed you away.

"Oh no, baby. You don't get to cum."

Your mouth dropped open, the sweat that glistened all over your face probably evaporating at how hot it suddenly got. "Wh- what?"

The man in front of you gave you the most shit-eating grin you had seen in a while. He got up from the chair and stood in front of you. "What? You really thought you would be rewarded with an orgasm after everything you pulled?"

You pouted. "But..."

Namjoon held your chin gently and smiled down at you smugly. "You've been too naughty, sweetness. Now, if you get on your knees for me, I might make you cum when we get home."

You bit your lips so hard it hurt. "Daddy..." you whined in the most seductive voice you had in you, giving him your big, puppy eyes. But he just released your chin and raised his eyebrows.

"On. Your. Knees."

Gulping, you lowered yourself down. If Namjoon said knees then knees it would be. You looked up at him and he sighed heavily at the attractive sight.

"Now, open up for me, baby."

You opened your mouth and drew your tongue out as far as you could, which seemed to please him a lot. Grabbing his dick at the base, he ran his head over your tongue. Getting desperate again, you closed your lips around him and sucked the head. That earned you a hiss. His fingers were suddenly all in your hair, his head fallen back, as he picked up right where he had left. He pushed the first couple of inches of his dick in and out of you fast until you were used to it and you swallowed more of him in. You couldn't take all of him, but you didn't need to: the tightness of the back of your mouth was all Namjoon needed to feel from you.

"Oh, God…" Namjoon moaned and you knew the moment the atheist started to call out to God, was the moment he was getting close. You grabbed his hips to halt his thrusts and instead just suck. Suck him hard enough to slurp his own soul if he had one. Hard enough to swallow his warm cum right as it was released down your throat.

You opened up your mouth with a satisfied "ah" to show him it was empty. Namjoon smiled and fell back on his chair, exhausted. Knowing you needed to be as good as you could in order to be rewarded afterwards, you gently tucked him back in his trousers while still on your knees, looking at him proudly.

"Did I make you feel good?"

Namjoon chuckled, ruffling his hair. "I swear all you ever–"

A knock on the door followed but a member right away. "Hey, Namjoon-ah, when-"

You both turned with dread to look at the door, finding a mortified Yoongi standing to it. His wide eyes moved from the fucked out looking man on the chair, to the girl on her knees in front of him, and he very wisely decided to disappear behind the closed door again without a word.

"Ah, shit…" Namjoon mumbled, but you just laughed.

"You know, he's probably still waiting for that translation," you said, which made your boyfriend look at you puzzlingly.

"What translation?"

You bit your bottom lip to prevent you from laughing again. "Babe! Earlier… he said he e-mailed you some lyrics he wanted you to translate to English. You said you'd do it."

His face scrunched up to the saddest 'oh' you had seen. "I h– I didn't– I..."

You showed your teeth in an 'oopsie' way. "Oh, well... At least now he knows what took so long."

Namjoon moved off the chair and pulled you up with him. "I need to– I mean, I should probably talk to him. I don't know, say it wasn't what it looked like? Would that sound believable?"

You chuckled again, getting on your tippy-toes to try and fix his hair. "Looking like that? Not so much."

Namjoon looked at his reflection on the black screen of his computer to fix what he could. "You should go home, baby. I'll stay here to make this right."

"What? No, but you promised to make me cum when we get home," you whined like the spoiled brat you were.

But your boyfriend grabbed your jacket, waiting for you to wear it. "Yeah, but that was before you got me in trouble, you brat."

You pouted. "No, I'm not going."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed your arms to push them through your jacket sleeves. "Get home now, Amy, before I change my mind and not let you cum at all."

You were ready to throw a tantrum, but as you were guided toward the door, you just turned and looked at him very seriously. "Namjoon, I swear to you, if you let me go now I'll find a better way of getting myself off tonight," you threatened.

But he laughed. "Oh, okay. Tell me, do you wanna go apologize to Yoongi perhaps?"

You shrugged nonchalantly. "Perhaps. At least he'd let me cum, wouldn't he?" you commented as you opened the door and were ready to leave. But Namjoon slammed it closed again. His arms caged you against it as he loomed over you.

"I have a better idea. You go home right now, undress, get in bed and wait for me without touching yourself at all, like a good girl, and I'll make you cum until you beg me to stop," Namjoon whispered darkly. You seemed to consider it. "There is no alternative, sweetness. You'll do as I tell you."

So you smiled. You gave him a little kiss on the cheek and agreed. Well, at least he thought you did. Because you were definitely going to disobey him by touching yourself back home until you had wet your bed waiting for him. Waiting for the punishment he'd come up with then...

[lancermylove]

Teenager MC 8: Dad’s Home! (Oneshot)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Demon Bros x gn!Reader, platonic.

Warning: None

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Could you do a one-shot where Lucifer arrives home after a looong day and walks in on his brothers laughing up a storm because teen MC accidentally exclaimed "Dad's home!" when they saw him?

A/N: Anon, I am SO sorry for taking so long! >< I like to write one-shot in one go, and recently I’ve been very busy. I hope you like it! 

Word Count: 2,287

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Everything that could've gone wrong went wrong. First, Lucifer stayed up all night to finish a report for the RAD council. Then in the morning, his brothers ended up arguing and got into a food fight, so he had to forgo breakfast. When he got to RAD, he learned that Diavolo ran away to escape his responsibilities, leaving Lucifer a tall stack of papers to read and sign. On top of that, since the butler was out searching for the prince, the Avatar of Pride had to take care of Barbatos's student council work as well. For this reason, he had to ignore his rumbling stomach and skip lunch.

Just when Lucifer thought he could rest, a fight broke out between two lesser demons. Then he got caught in the middle of a prank and got doused in water, followed by pink glitter. There went his new clothes. After he left RAD, the raven-haired man stopped to get a snack but got attacked by hungry Devildom birds and had to give up his food. When he decided to head home, Diavolo showed up and asked Lucifer to save him from Barbatos; instead of helping the prince, the Avatar of Pride gave him a lecture which drained the remaining energy from his exhausted body. So, by the time Lucifer reach the House of Lamentation, he had no strength left.

All he wanted to do was eat, go straight to his room, and drink wine while listening to his favorite CD. The demon expected all his brothers to be busy with school work, but instead, he found them in the living room in a rather chaotic state. Mammon was rolling on the ground, holding his stomach and laughing up a storm; Levi sat on one of the sofas with both hands over his mouth, trying to suppress his chuckles; Satan leaned against Asmo's shoulder, laughing and wiping his tears, while Asmo pressed the tips of his fingers to his lips and giggled; Beel held onto his stomach and repeatedly hit one of his large hands on the center table, laughing heartily; the youngest brother was curled up on the couch beside his twin, chuckling. You stood near the fireplace, biting down on your lower lip, but as soon as you saw Lucifer, you covered your mouth quickly, hoping he didn't hear your words. 

Seeing the state of his family, Lucifer felt like hitting his head on a wall. All eyes turned to him, expecting him to question them or cross his arms and frown at their behavior, but the eldest brother chose to turn on his heels and dragged his feet towards his bedroom.

Asmo and Satan stopped laughing and exchanged glances as soon as they saw him exit the room. Belphie saw his older brothers' reactions and wondered what happened. He tugged on Beel's shirt to get him to stop laughing. Levi blinked in confusion, questioning why his tyrant brother walked away without saying a word. Mammon didn't get the message and continued laughing until Satan threw a pillow at him.

"Hey, whatcha do that for?" The Avatar of Greed asked as he sat up and smoothed out his disheveled hair.

"Is Luci okay?" You questioned, not expecting him to give such an unusual reaction, "Should...we go check on him?"

Before anyone could reply to your question, a familiar voice interrupted, "Pardon my intrusion, but would Lucifer happen to be here?"

"He just came home," you replied, "hey, Barbatos, did something happen to Lucifer? He...didn't seem like himself."

"I thought that may be the case," the butler touched his chin and sighed before explaining the events that took place throughout Lucifer's day.

"You know, Luci always does so much for us," you mumbled and glanced at the ground, "we always cause trouble for him, but he still takes care of us. I think this time, we should do something for him!"

Your lips tugged into a smile as you held up your curled hands close to your face, "Let's turn his bad day into a good day."

The brothers pondered for a second, and Asmo was the first to speak, "I agree. Whenever I have fashion emergencies, I can always count on Lucifer to help me."

Beel nodded in agreement, "Whenever I ask him for his food, he gives it to me. Also...he took care of Lilith a lot."

Belphie's muscles momentarily stiffened at hearing his sister's name, but he regained his composure. "He locked me in the attic to protect me...even though I caused him trouble."

Levi twirled the cable of his headphone around his index finger while mumbling, "He always makes sure my bank account is full, so I can buy all the games I want."

"He takes Goldie away from me," Mammon sighed and averted his eyes, "but to keep me from running into debt."

All eyes turned to Satan, waiting for him to add his point to the conversation. The Avatar of Wrath crossed his arms as the corners of his lips turned down, "What? You really want me to say something nice about Lucifer?"

"Come on, Satan," you pouted, "you know he has done nice things for you. Admit it! It's not like Lucifer is around to hear you praising him."

After a moment of silence, the blond man shook his head and admitted defeat. "Fine, even though I always hated him, Lucifer still looked out for me."

"See, that wasn't hard, was it?" You chuckled, earning a deeper frown from him.

"Seems like all of you have the situation under control," Barbatos smiled, "Then I shall take my leave. If you require my aid, then do let me know. Please excuse me."

----

Asmo opened the door to his elder brother's room and peeked inside. "Luci? Sorry, to disturb you."

The Avatar of Pride sat on the chair next to the fireplace with his arms crossed over his chest and head thrown back. He didn't open his eyes but motioned his brother to come inside.

"What's wrong?" Luci asked in a sapped voice, slightly opening his eyes.

"I need you to come with me." Asmo took hold of his brother's hand and helped him to his feet before Lucifer could protest in any way.

"Can this wait?"

"No, sorry!" Asmo forced a small smile as he studied his sibling's lifeless face.

Upon reaching his room, the Avatar of Lust asked his sibling to lie on his bed faced down. At first, the elder brother looked at Asmo with a raised eyebrow, but lacking the strength to protest, he gave in. While the other brothers fulfilled their duties, Asmo kept Lucifer busy with a body and face massage.

"Asmo, what is going on?" The raven-haired man asked in a muffled voice.

"Shh, no talking allowed. Just relax." The Avatar of Lust cooed as he worked his fingers to break the pent-up tension in his brother's muscles. In the meantime, Belphie and Levi snuck into Luci's room to draw him a relaxing bath with candles and soothing music.

"D-Do you really think this will help?" Levi asked while lighting the silver-colored candles around the black bathtub.

"It will help. Besides, we need to give Asmo time to sneak out and buy Lucifer a new outfit. Levi, while I add the final touches, go tell Asmo we're done."

After Belphie added the remaining petals in the bathtub, he made his way to the kitchen to check on his twin and Mammon.

"Beel! Don't touch that," Mammon loudly said as he whacked the top of his younger brother's hand, "Remember, we are cookin' for Lucifer."

"Beel, are you hungry again?" Belphie chuckled, stepping into the kitchen to find his twin pouting. The Avatar of Gluttony touched his growling stomach and nodded once.

"How are ya still hungry? You ate everything we made just a few minutes ago," Mammon sighed and shook his head in disapproval, "Belphie, will ya make sure he doesn't eat any of Lucifer's food? We don't have enough ingredients to cook everything again."

"I p-promise I won't eat anything." The orange-haired demon lowered his head and looked at the older demon through his bangs.

"Don't gimme that look. We'll getcha somethin' to eat after, 'kay?"

Beel's eyes lit as he vigorously nodded, "Let me help you with the vegetables."

"So, how's everything goin' on your end?" Mammon asked as monitored the food on the stove.

"Lucifer got his massage and should be relaxing in the tub. Asmo will leave to buy his new outfit soon." Belphie leaned again the wall and watched Beel rhythmically chopping the red, green, and orange vegetables.

“What about Satan and (Y/N)? Did they message ya?” 

“Yeah, Satan said (Y/N) gave an earful to Diavolo for giving Lucifer and Barbatos a hard time,” Belphie smiled and rolled his long bang between his right thumb and index finger, “I wish I could’ve been there.” 

----

Meanwhile, you and Satan worked with the prince and his demon butler to finish some of Lucifer's student council work. 

"Prince Diavolo, I apologize for crossing my limits earlier, but you are the Ruler of Devildom. That means you have certain responsibilities to fulfill whether you like it or not," you huffed, "you can’t push those duties on others. Lucifer and Barbatos already do quite a lot for you, so please don't give them a difficult time. Promise me, you won't."

Satan pressed his lips into a firm line to hold back his laughter while Barbatos quietly chuckled to himself. Diavolo exhaled loudly and shook his head, feeling guilty for his actions. 

"I promise. Barbatos, deliver an apology gift basket to Lucifer on my behalf. Also, let him know that he has the day off tomorrow." 

"Of course, my lord." The green-haired butler glanced at you with a smile before exiting the room to purchase the present. 

----

An hour later, you and Satan return to the House of Lamentation to find Mammon and Beel heading to Lucifer's room with a tray in hand. As the four of you reached the Avatar of Pride's bedroom, you saw the remaining brothers waiting in front of the door.  

"Ah, seems like everyone is here," Asmo smiled and knocked on the door, "Lucifer, we are coming inside." 

The Avatar of Pride was stunned to see the group enter his room but stared wordlessly. He scanned all of your faces with unreadable eyes, waiting for one of you to speak. 

"Here," Mammon broke the silence as he set the food tray on the center table, followed by Beel. "We heard you haven't eaten today..." 

Lucifer lifted the silver cloches to find three meals, an appetizer, main course, and dessert, messily arranged on fine china plates with intricate gold patterns. He examined the dishes but stopped to stare at the cake with a missing piece. 

"B-Beel, you promised you wouldn't eat anything," Mammon rested his hands on his hips and shot a glare towards his younger brother. 

"S-Sorry...I couldn't wait to eat," The Avatar of Gluttony innocently replied. 

To everyone's surprise, Lucifer started chuckling, "Thank you, Mammon, Beel." 

"Luci, I got you a new replacement outfit," Asmo chimed, "Though I must say, you looked quite good covered in pink glitter." 

"Oh, I also have something I would like to tell you," you chirped and clapped your hand together, "you have the day off tomorrow!" 

The raven-haired glanced at you with wide eyes, but before he could ask you why a loud knock echoed through the bedroom. All heads turned to see Barbatos stepping in with a large gift basket. "Pardon me, but Lucifer, Lord Diavolo asked me to deliver this on his behalf. He also wishes to apologize to you for causing you trouble today." 

For a while, the Avatar of Pride grew quiet as he pieced the events of the day together. His lips curled up into a rather soft smile, "Thank you, everyone, for turning my day around, but I advise you not to get used to this kinder side of mine. I am curious about one thing though, what were all of you laughing at earlier today?"  

"Oh dear, look at the time," Asmo gasped as he covered his cheeks,  "I need to go moisturize my bedroom." 

Mammon watched Asmo skip out of the room and quickly added, "Uh, I think I left the stove on. Lemme go turn it off before the house burns down."

Levi looked around the room nervously as Mammon ran out of the room. "Um, I w-will go get g-gasoline to put out the fire..." The Avatar of Envy stiffly walked out the room, nearly tripping over his feet. 

"I need to finish a report and pull an all-nighter," Belphie mumbled before turning on his heels and quickly sliding his feet across the hardwood floor. 

"I need to go burn my book," Satan said and power walked out, mentally beating himself for making a senseless excuse.

Beel tilted his head to one side and blinked, "Why did everyone leave?" 

"I should return to the castle to babysi- I mean to attend to Lord Diavolo," Barbatos chuckled and excused himself. 

"Uh, I need to...go summon the devil. See ya!" You flashed a toothy grin and raced out of the room. Lucifer watched all of you with one eyebrow tugged up. 

"Beel," he shifted his attention to the only remaining brother, "tell me, why was everyone laughing earlier?" 

The tall demon chuckled, remembering your word, and blurted, "When (Y/N) saw you at the front door, they ran into the living room and said 'dad's home'." 

"Dad...," Lucifer slumped on the sofa and touched his forehead with his thumb and index finger, "is that what (Y/N) thinks of me as? I suddenly don't feel well." 

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Delivery Day (Leviathan x GN!Reader) FLUFF

It's another fluff night, with Levi! It's been a while since I wrote for him, and I wanted to make this soft and sweet because he deserves it.

Word Count : 1.9K

Warnings : Slight jealousy from Levi;

“Did it come in yet?!” He shouted as he bounded down the stairs, coming to a halt at the landing when he saw you and Beel walking in the door together. “Oh… I guess not…” His purple hair curtained around his face as he looked down at his feet, awkwardly shuffling them to hide the fact that he was so obviously jealous. “I’ll be up in my room.” He muttered, turning his back and walking back up the stairs. The whole thing happened so quickly that you didn’t even have a moment to talk to him.

Levi was your best friend. You did everything together, unless it involved leaving the house, but he always told you that there was no reason to actually step foot outside the front door, that he had everything the both of you needed up in his room. If it wasn’t there, he’d just order it on Akuzon and get same day shipping. He was adorable in the sense that he never wanted you to leave his side, and although the two of you weren’t an item and you weren’t dating, he would get immensely jealous if you ever did anything with any of his brothers. Hence why he’s acting the way he is now.

“Were you not supposed to go grocery shopping with me?” Beel was a sweetheart, and out of all the brothers, he was the least likely to actually purposely try to drive a wedge between you and Levi. He cared about you, and if Levi was upset, that also meant that you’d be upset too. Not only did he care about you, but he cared deeply about all of his brothers. He’d never do anything to hurt Levi, and seeing his brother so happy brought him joy as well. “Maybe I should talk to him…”

You shook your head, knowing very well that Levi wouldn’t want to hear it from Beel. He’d want to talk to you about it. Levi didn’t want to seem weak in front of his brothers, even if all of them knew that he was the avatar of envy, showing his jealousy to his brothers over you was just… embarrassing to him. “I’ll talk to him. You know how he gets.” Beel hummed in agreement, grabbing the grocery bags out of your hands so you could go up to Levi’s room and ease his mind.

It was clear that he was agitated, something that he’d never actually voice to you. You didn’t even have to see him to know that he was, the sound of his keyboard clicking gave it away. He’d always press the keys a little harder, slam the mouse down when he got too close to the edge of the mousepad. His huffing and puffing was just an added factor to let you know just how agitated he really was. With a deep breath, you knocked on the door, hoping that he could hear you over the headphones that you already knew he was wearing. “Go away. I’m busy.” You sighed loudly as you leaned your head against the door, knocking again. “I said go away!” He shouted, and you heard the mouse slam back down on the desk. He wasn’t going to let you in, and you weren’t just going to let him angrily sulk in his room for the rest of the night, so you decided to just let yourself in.

“Too busy to talk to me?” You asked as you walked into the room, leaning against the wall next to his desk. He looked up at you once, huffing quietly before turning back to his screens. At least he had kept his headphones off, so maybe he’d listen to you, even if he didn’t say anything back. “You don’t have to talk… I can talk.” You mumbled, but it would be better if he at least replied once, or maybe even nodded. “I don’t know why you’re acting like this. I went to the store to get groceries for dinner.” You shouldn’t have to explain yourself to him, but maybe it’ll ease his mind a little, even if the grocery bags were very noticeable. He needed that reassurance, which wasn’t really a problem, but also, you weren’t actually together so this shouldn’t even be a big deal to him.

He pulled the headphones off completely and turned his chair to face you in one swift movement. You could see the hurt, the anger in his eyes. He was upset about this, and even though it didn’t make sense to you, the feelings made sense to him. “You went with Beel!” His shouting kind of threw you off, it actually made you jump a little. It was different from him shouting at you from behind the door, now that you could see his face, you could actually see how serious he was. You being with Beel not only upset him, it pissed him off. “You’re always going somewhere with one of them when you could be in here with me! Why?!” His question almost made you laugh, and you would have if you weren’t worried about how he’d react. He was still a demon after all, and the last thing you wanted to do was piss him off more.

“I like getting out of the house sometimes, Levi.” You sighed quietly, slowly taking a couple steps closer to him, reaching out to place your hand on his shoulder. “Just because I go shopping with them or leave the house with one of them, it doesn’t mean I don’t like spending time with you.” That should have been clear to him considering you came up to his room to make sure he was alright immediately. “You don’t like leaving the house… You don’t even like leaving your room. I’m not going to ask you because you’re just going to tell me to order whatever it is that I want or need off of Akuzon.” He didn’t like hearing that, mainly because you were right, but things were also a lot easier when everything could just be delivered. He rolled his eyes, and you could see the small pout forming on his lips. “You can go out shopping with me next time if you’d like?”

“It’s not just that…” He mumbled, and you could see the blush forming on his cheeks, his hands folded on his lap as his thumbs twirled over one another. “I don’t like seeing you with any of them.” He was quiet, and it almost seemed like he didn’t want you to hear him say that. His avatar was shining through more than ever right now. “I mean… What if one of them likes you? What if one of them makes a move on you or asks you out? What about me?” He was so bothered by this, his legs were bouncing, it seemed like he couldn’t keep still. This was something that was eating away at him, and if he had just talked about it sooner with you, you could have put the whole thing to rest. Instead, he waited for all of his feelings to pile up until they all boiled over, and there was no need for it.

“Levi, in case you didn’t realize… I don’t like any of them. I like you.” His body kind of froze up when you said it, and you could hear a small noise which sounded a little like a squeal rise up out of him. “I want to go shopping with you… I want to leave the house with you. I like being with you, Levi.” The squeal got a little louder as he finally turned his head to look up at you, his cheeks now burning a bright red, and the look of anger and sadness in his eyes had changed to something between confusion and adoration.

“M-Me? Are you sure?” You let out a small snort before nodding your head. The Levi that you came to know and love was back in all of his nervous, slightly awkward glory. It was funny that he had been so hell bent against you being with any of his brothers in any type of way, but once you told him that you wanted to be with him, as if he was giving you any other option, now he’s confused and questioning you. “I guess… I was waiting for something to come in… but… because I wanted to make it special…” You raised one of your eyebrows at him, not really knowing what he was getting at, but you were pretty sure that he’d explain, or at least get to what he was leading up to. He finally got up from his chair, grabbing your hands and holding them tightly. You could feel that he was shaking, and sweating a little. His palms were clammy, and you wanted to tell him to calm down, but you worried that doing so would make him back out from whatever he was doing altogether. “The delivery can wait… I just… I really like you, Y/N… A lot… and I want you to be… w-with me… I want you to be my human.” He took a deep breath after saying it, like it had taken everything out of him to even say that, and for him it probably did. At this point his face was redder than a tomato, and it seemed like he was holding his breath waiting for you to respond.

You didn’t want to keep him waiting because in all honesty, you had been waiting for him to ask for such a long time, you didn’t want to keep yourself waiting either. You were beyond happy, ecstatic even, and you couldn’t even find the words to say in the moment, so you did the only thing you could think of doing to show him that you wanted to be his. You pulled your hands away from his and quickly moved them up to cup his face, leaning up on your toes to press a kiss to his lips. He wasn’t expecting it, and his lips parted slightly as he let out a small gasp, but he moved his own hands to your hips, pulling you a little closer to him as he deepened the kiss. You weren’t expecting it from him, but he had probably been waiting for this to happen, and it was probably much better for him than having to make the move himself.

By the time you pulled back, you both were breathless, and he seemed a little dazed. It was adorable, he was adorable, and as much as you would have liked to, you had to keep yourself from kissing him again just for being so damn cute. “So what was it that y-”

The knock on the front door came, loud and rhythmic. You saw his eyes light up, his head whipping towards his closed bedroom door. “It came in!” He ran to the door, turning to face you quickly as he stepped out. “Pick something to wear… We’re going out!” You shook your head as you watched him move out of view, running down the hall to get whatever it was that he had been waiting for. Things had started off rough, but maybe it was just the way it was supposed to play out. Maybe if you had never gone to the store with Beel, Levi would have never felt the need to actually ask you… or maybe he had been planning this all day. You’d never really know, but in the end, you both had each other.

[atsukashii]

part four | ❝the one where it cracks❞

➛ in your defence, when you had come across an advert for a roommate from someone named tooru oikawa, you thought it was a girl. but you decide that living with oikawa won’t be a problem, his super hot roommate though? yeah, that’s definitely going to fuck your life up.

» paring : hajime iwaizumi x f! reader

» genre : college au, fluff

» word count : 6 k

» warning : angsty, its a long one today with a lotta dialogue

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It was insufferably annoying when he came back through the door a few hours later on that Saturday night, cheeks pink from the cold or was it from something else? It was insufferably frustrating when he shrugged off his coat, thinking as Oikawa asked how the date went. It was insufferably disheartening when he raised a single shoulder, giving a nonchalant response of “It was okay,”. But it was insufferably devastating when he moved soundlessly back down the hall to his room, with a small knowing smile pulled across his lips.

You had quickly and quietly excused yourself from the living room, feigning exhaustion before retreating to your own room.

So it's not like you were trying to fixate on whatever the hell that smile meant. The main possibility has your heart hurting more than you would like to admit, so you try your best to ignore it. You also try to ignore the bubbling frustration that builds every now and again when you’re out doing something with Iwaizumi and his phone pings with an incoming message stealing his attention. It’s not like he’s bubbling with excitement or anything, in fact it’s because he’s so stoic with his emotions a lot of the time that you’re not quite sure how he feels about the whole date. But you’re too chicken shit to ask.

But that’s why Tooru Oikawa was born; to light things on fire and walk away laughing as they burn. 

You were studying in your room, operation ‘temporarily avoid the roommate’s’ was in motion due to the fact that you simply weren’t sure what to say to Iwaizumi at the moment. There was a high possibility you would embarrass the shit out of yourself if you were to talk, so for the past three days you both had endured tortuously weird small talk - which wasn’t completely your fault, you physically could no longer control what the hell came out of your mouth around him. But the lack of conversion you knew was beginning to piss your roommate off, so obviously avoidance was the best tactic. 

The door was closed, and you had headphones in but no music actually sounded through the bulky headphones. The noise of the constant pacing outside your door was far too distracting, but you could admit you weren’t brave enough to open the door and start that conversation. 

“Is there a reason you're prowling in front of Y/n’s door like a creeper?” Oikawa’s voice has you flinching in your seat, and the pacing finally stops. 

“I wasn’t fucking prowling Shitty-Kawa.” The other voice grumbles and you can almost see the frustration on his face, and the action of him yanking on his hair - a small trait you noticed somewhere along the way of your friendship. 

“Well you sure weren’t fucking skipping. If you want to talk to her, just knock.”

“She’s busy studying - oi you bastard-” Three loud knocks practically echo through your room, and immediately go back to the laptop and immediately press play on the spotify playlist you had been making prior to hearing Iwaizumi’s pacing.  The second the door opens, you’re trying to manifest your concentration face as you switch the tab to your assignment. With pinched brows, you make a motion of slipping your headphones off your head and around your neck, the sound of some random lo-fi song blaring loudly from your shoulders as you look over the two guys in your doorway. 

“Uh, hey?” You manage to get out, internally giving yourself a clap on the back.

“Oikawa wanted to know if you wanted to come to a house party with us.” Iwaizumi suddenly blurts out, causing you to frown even more. There is no way that’s what he wanted to say. Judging by the way he changes his weight from foot to foot, you can tell it’s not. But you can tell that he’s struggling to talk about whatever it was he wanted to, so you just go with it. 

“A chance to procrastinate? Yes please and thank you.” You say with a smile, earning you a terse nod from Iwaizumi before he slips from the doorway. You also pointedly ignore the other guy in the hall, rubbing his temples like he just witnessed the most stupid interaction known to mankind. “When are we leaving?” The question being thrown over your shoulder as you immediately make your way towards your cupboard. 

“Can you be ready in thirty minutes? I know it’s a bit last minute but Shitty-kawa is dragging me to it and I know it’s not your thing anyways but-” You turn back around, facing a flushed and rambling Iwaizumi and you can’t help but smile. The minute he see’s the small grin plastered across your face, his brows furrow and that nervous arm scratches the back of his head. “Don’t fucking start.” He grunts before turning out of your room, shutting the door loudly behind him. 

“I wasn’t going to say anything!” You call out, but the laughter in your voice contradicts that whole sentence. And you know Iwaizumi heard it, because there's an exaggerated groan from outside your door, followed by a command.

“Thirty minutes, y/n, or we’re leaving your ass here.” Walking back to your closet and pulling out a pair of jeans because it's starting to get cold and wearing a skirt right now is a no-go. 

“Tooru would never.”

“Twenty nine!” It’s only when you sit on your chair, looking into the mirror resting atop of it and reaching for your makeup do you realise you’ve been grinning the entire time. 

“So who’s party exactly is this?” You ask, sandwiching yourself between your two roommates as you walk, hoping to create some warmth due to the fact you left your jacket at home. Again. 

“I thought you would know whenever your friends threw a party?” Oikawa gasps dramatically. “What kind of friend is Bokuto if he doesn’t invite you to his party?” You roll your eyes at the brunet and don’t hesitate to shove him in the arm. 

“The kind of friend that knows I despise parties.”

“Then pray-tell y/n, why are you here?” Oikawa retorts, and you fix a glare at him. Don’t fucking start, you mentally scream at him. But the smirk you receive in response is pure Tooru, and implies that he is stirring shit to get you to admit that you’re here because Hajime’s here. 

“Because someone’s got to babysit your drunk ass Shitty-Kawa.” There’s an added weight over your shoulder, and you know by the smell that Iwaizumi’s shed his coat and put it across your shoulders. This was not the reason you forwent a jacket, your main point being that inside parties, the heat would have you taking it off and having to carry it around was not worth it. 

“But that’s your responsibility Iwa,” Oikawa drawls mockingly and you grin, turning to Iwaizumi for his response. Honestly, watching the two of them bicker back and forth was more entertaining to you than any sport or show you had ever watched. 

“Yes, why was I placed as resident babysitter? Because out of all of us, I am the one more likely to get lost or injured so this really seems like a massive lack of judgment here.” You say, gazing between the two of them.

Iwaizumi huffs and breathes into his hands. “Oh please cut the cutesy shit y/n. If I'm going down I'm dragging you with me.” He grins devilishly and a swarm of butterflies explode inside your stomach as his eyes meet yours, the flecks of light brown shining gold as you stand under the yellow streetlight. 

“You two have fun on that sinking ship then.” Sings Tooru, breaking the moment and leaving the warm huddle and breaking away to walk towards the familiar share-house in front of you. The brown brick building with a large porch has you smiling and stifling a laugh as you remember the trouble you and your friends had trying to get the couch Bokuto had found somewhere questionable online in the living room. 

“I know that parties aren’t your thing,” Iwaizumi says suddenly, and you immediately look from the building to his face, but his eyes are locked on the front door which muffles the loud music from within. “But I'm glad you came along. If you get sick of it though, let me know and we’ll go.”

“What about ‘Kawa?” You ask, the sentiment of his words sitting heavily in your chest. 

“If he decides to get blackout drunk two days before a major volleyball, then he fucking deserves to find his own way home.” Iwaizumi grunts and you smother a smile, knowing full well that if Oikawa needed to be picked up, Iwaizumi would do it with no hesitation at all. 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Walking forwards towards the building, you turn around and grin at your friend. “But I'll be okay. A little party is nothing compared to what those guys put me through in high-school.” Your cheeks are hurting, smiling from not only the good memories that flash through you head at the thought, but also at the small smile twitching at the corner of Iwaizumi’s lips. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He says, throwing your words right back at you and catching up to your side in only a few long strides. You slip off his jacket as you walk through the door, and have to yell over the loud music as you hold it back out to him. 

“Thank you!”

“Don’t mention it.” He yells back and you begin pushing through the crowd, looking back every now and again to make sure that Iwaizumi is still following, as you head to where you know your friends will be. The minute that you finally emerge from the crowd you spot Oikawa sitting on the couch in a deep discussion with someone you recognise from their volleyball team, already with a cup of who knows what in his hands. How does he move so fast?

“Y/n!” A very loud voice booms in the room, and the next second you’re being picked up off the floor. 

“Hi Bo,” You smile, looking at the golden eyed bow holding you up. 

“I didn’t know you were coming!” He laughs ecstatically at your sudden appearance and hugs you a bit tighter.

“Oikawa and Iwaizumi dragged me along.” You explain as he begins to put you down. 

“Of course, why else would you be here?” Comes another voice, and you look over Bokuto’s shoulder to see Kuroo standing there with the smug look on his face that one would think was permanently etched there. 

“Well if I knew you would be here, then I would have stayed home.” Your bite lacks any harshness, and Kuroo just smirks before handing you the cup in his hand as he always did. A tradition you began in high school so that he’d remember not to drink too much. You watch as his hazel eyes drift from you to the figure next to you and for a second you're almost concerned that he knows. But there’s no way he does, he may be exceptionally intelligent, but he’s no Oikawa in observation. The guys greet each other with the regular head nods and you turn to Iwaizumi who is looking at the cup in your hand. 

“I’m going to get a drink. I’m assuming you don’t need one short-stack?” Iwaizumi steps back just out of range as you extend your leg to kick his foot. 

“No I don’t, asshole.” You reply, glaring at him.

“I’ll be back. Try not to get lost short-stack.” He calls over his shoulder, and you flip him your middle finger which only earns you a laugh in response. Once he’s out of eyesight, you turn back to Kuroo who is watching Iwaizumi’s retreating form with furrowed brows. 

“What?” You ask, and Kuroo blinks as if you’ve brought him out of deep thought and shoots you an easy going smile.

“To be honest by now, I thought you would have committed a double homicide by now.” Gently shoving his arm, you both move over to the somewhat vacant couch and settle on the seat opposite Oikawa. 

“There have been many moments, but they make up for it.” You laugh, taking a sip of the drink. The bitter taste of bourbon mixed with a soda hitting your tongue and you raise an eyebrow at Kuroo. He simply shrugs in response. 

“The beer Bo’s teammates bought tastes like cat-piss.”

“You know what cat piss taste’s like Tetsu?” You retort.

“You’re so fucking eloquent Y/n.” Iwaizumi says, and every single witty comeback that you have on standby whenever you talk to your best friend evaporates like water in the middle of summer as he sits beside you on the couch. You an feel the warmth of his shoulder against your own as he leans back, taking a sip from the plastic cup in his hand. His eyebrow is raised as he looks over the rim of the cup, his brown eyes looking straight into your own and mother of god, the lump in your throat needs to fuck off right now. 

“Says the guy who fronted the word eloquent with ‘fuck’”. You manage to snip back, but there’s barely a teasing tone in your voice, and Iwaizumi grins at you with a victorious smirk. “Fuck off.” You say, sipping your own drink to try and hide the blush on your cheeks.

“Keep digging that hole y/n.” He simply laughs at your demise and you turn to Kuroo who is watching you both carefully, and you can almost see the pieces being put together in his head. Yeah that is not happening. 

“Where’s Kenma?” You ask and the raised eyebrows of disbelief you get in response from your best friend only cements the fact that you’re an idiot. 

“At home, like fucking always.”

“Y/n! Come be my beer pong partner!” Thank you god for Bokuto, you mentally whisper as you turn to your friend, leaning against the glass doors that are open to the outdoor patio. “I actually need to win, and Kuroo made me lose last round.” You can’t help but grin as you look to your friend in question, who is glaring at Bokuto. 

“You try to fucking win with a Neanderthal singing fucking lady gaga in your ear whilst you’re trying to toss.” Kuroo bites back and you laugh loudly. 

“Don’t diss the Gaga.” 

“Using Kuroo was your mistake Bo.” You reply, getting up and polishing your drink off with a last sip and leaving it on the coffee table in front of you. Bokuto lets out a howl of excitement as he see’s you getting up to join and leaves dust in his wake as he returns outside. Spinning on your feet, you face the two guys on the couch and give them your best firm look, that is no doubt being ruined by the smile on your face.

“Play nice boys.” You assert, trying to sound strict but the eyeroll and full on snort you get from them has you breaking character faster than you would like to. 

“Yes mother.”

“Has she always been like this?” Iwaizumi asks, looking over his cup to Kuroo.

“Since she was practically born.” he replies, and you shoot them both the middle finger before moving across the lounge. Right before you’re about to walk through the doors again, someone calling your name has you spinning back around. The moment you do though, your face is met with dark fabric holding a very familiar scent. You rip the jacket from your face and try to glare at Iwaizumi in hopes of hiding your actual feelings of the gesture. So instead, you just slip it on, waving at them before joining Bo at the table. 

You’re not sure how many rounds you’ve played, but due to the fact that you’ve got brilliant hand eye coordination due to how many fucking times you were dragged into playing this game by your friends, you’re not even tipsy as you swap out with one of Bokuto’s other friends and watch the next round much later on, having beat Oikawa twice.

“You’ve been holding out on us Y/n,” Oikawa grumbles, hanging his arm across your shoulder to lean down to your level. 

“Just because I don’t like parties doesn’t mean I’m not good at beer pong.” You point out, taking a sip of the water your friend hands you. Thanking him quietly, you can’t help but let your eyes scan the backyard for your other roommate. It aggravates you that you do it, but you can’t help it, as if your mind is on a constant search of Iwaizumi’s location. Trying not to focus on how that sounds creepy, you look back to Oikawa’s smug face and raise a brow.

“Iwa went to the bathroom Y/n, but don’t worry, he’ll be back soon.” You gape at Tooru like a fish out of water, not quite knowing how to respond to that without sounding like a lovesick fool.

Wait, a lovesick-

“Iwaizumi, please protect my honour and take part in this game.” Oikawa speaks up again, and your head moves faster than you can stop it until you're looking at Iwaizumi, your eyes trailing over his black shirt and the way his biceps look in them. God alcohol and you are not a good mix for rationality. 

“You get your ass kicked Shitty-Kawa?” He asks, grinning between you both. The alcohol obviously loosening his limbs up a little bit as he approaches you both more relaxed. 

“Twice.” You reply, taking a pointed sip from your water. Once Iwaizumi is close enough, he cautiously peers into your cup and you roll your eyes. “It’s water mother, is that allowed at this fine establishment?” Rolling his eyes, Iwaizumi has the audacity to flick your forehead and leans down to your level.

“Shut up short-stack.” This time he doesn’t move fast enough to avoid the kick, but he’s like a stoic fucking statue and doesn’t even flinch. Letting out a sigh of defeat you look back over to the table which is now wrapping up another game and instantly make your decision. 

“Time for me to kick your ass then Iwaizumi,” You grin as you step back up to the table. “One on one.” 

“Fine, but we’re using water. Someone’s gotta get your drunken asses home safely.” You shrug at the rules and immediately use the hose to fill up the cups a third of the way. A couple people stand around the two of you, all drawn into the competitive atmosphere that has exploded around the table. And the crowd grows with each turn, one for you, and one for Iwaizumi. It’s not until you’re on your last cup to Iwaizumi’s two that you give him a confident grin, knowing that you’ve got this. 

“Any last words Iwa?” You ask, emphasising the nickname causing some of the girls around the table to giggle. There’s a flash of light blonde hair in the corner of your eye, but amongst the shuffle of people, you barely notice. 

“Don’t fucking choke short-stack.” His words receive howls of approval and you glare at Oikawa who traitorously laughs alongside them. With a final glare you toss the ball, which like you had expected, goes straight into the cup. The world around you explodes like a neon bomb as people cheer and go crazy in their drunken state, and you can’t help but laugh as Bo shakes you like a ragdoll in his excitement. 

Iwaizumi is grinning as well and once you wrangle yourself free from your over-hyper friends grasp, you finally meet him halfway down the table. “Enjoying this?” he asks and you nod your head.

“Immensely.” Amongst all the noise, it’s almost as if you've created a bubble that surrounds you both, keeping you away from it all and yet still there in the same moment. His brown eyes trail over your flushed cheeks, which aren’t completely a result of just the cold, before searching your gaze once more. You would give all the money in the world just to know what's going on inside his head, and so you simply decide to ask. 

“Iwaizumi”

“Iwaizumi!” There’s another flash of blonde hair and suddenly you’re looking at the side profile of a very beautiful woman. 

“Alisa,” Iwaizumi looks surprised, but not more than yourself. “What are you doing here?”

“My brother invited me, he’s around here somewhere but I think he just wanted me to be his babysitter. I thought I saw you earlier but then I heard about someone kicking ass in beer pong and I knew it was you.” She grins, her teeth perfectly straight and practically fucking blinding. Something ugly rears up inside you as you look at her, and make a conscious decision to keep your mouth shut as you realise this is her. This is the girl Iwaizumi went on the blind date with. 

“I wasn’t the ass kicker,” he tells her honestly, nodding to you over her shoulder. The blonde whips around so fast you’re not sure how she didn’t get whiplash, and as her emerald green eyes meet yours you begin to think that life is really fucking unfair. 

“You kicked his ass?” Alisa asks, her eyes glowing with excitement as you nod your head. She lets out a soft laugh as she turns her head between you both. “How sad for you Iwaizumi.” She laughs and the brunette in question just shrugs. “How do you two know each other?”

“I’m his roommate,” you force a small smile across your face, trying to sound as relaxed and unbothered as possible, whilst also looking around to try and catch Oikawa’s gaze to get him to save you. 

“I thought Oikawa was your roommate?” You hear her ask, and you lean back slightly, finally finding the tall setter. Oikawa turns around as if feeling your gaze on the back of his head and wags his eyebrows at you jokingly. 

“He is, Y/n is as well.” Tuning partially out of their conversation, you send Oikawa a pleading look, and he feigns confusion until he notice the third person and puts his hand over the top of his drink so it doesn’t spill as he jogs over towards you. 

The moment he breaches the triangle he takes a sip of his drink before handing it to you with a look. With no hesitation, you take a sip of the cheap beer. 

“So she’s dating Oikawa?” You choke. Cheap beer spits from your mouth over Tooru’s sleeve and he erupts into shocked laughter. Alisa looks at you in obvious surprise, whilst Iwaizumi mentions something about getting water.

“No,” You manage to choke out, waving off Iwaizumi’s offer and coughing into your elbow. “Never. Not in a million years.” 

Oikawa gasps, placing a hand over his heart and looks at you as if he’s actually offended. “Why must you break my heart like this mi amour?” You roll your eyes at him, but are also eternally grateful for his dramatic ass taking their gazes off you. 

“I’m just a roommate.” You turn to Alisa, stuffing your hands into the pockets of the jacket. Iwaizumi’s jacket you realise. Some part of you deep down revels in the fact that you’re wearing his jacket, in front of her - and that part of you also makes you want to vomit. 

Her eyes drift over the jacket, but whether or not she knows if it's his, you’re not sure. “Speaking of roommates, I think it’s time we headed home.” 

Both you and Iwaizumi look at Oikawa with raised eyebrows, as if this was unheard of. But Tooru simply waves you off before reminding you both that he’s got training tomorrow and quote “doesn’t want to be thrown around like a ragdoll by the coach if he shows up hungover.” 

The smile slips off Alisa’s face as she hears the words and she turns to Iwaizumi with hopeful eyes. “You’re going too?” There’s a slight pout to her gloss covered lips and Iwaizumi looks at her and gives her a small smile. 

“I need to get them home safely, they’ve had a lot more than me.”

You’re not sure what has you opening your mouth, whether it’s the look of hope in Alisa’s green eyes, or the fact that she’s gently holding Iwaizumi’s arm and he’s not shrugging her off. Maybe you’ve had too much, because if you were sober, maybe you wouldn’t have said it. 

“I can get Oikawa home. You can stay for longer if you want, it's no biggie.” 

Oikawa is looking at you if you’re manically insane, a polar opposite to the happiness flooding from Alisa at your words. Grinning, she turns to Iwaizumi who looks between the both of you. 

“I-” he hesitates, looking torn as to what to do. 

“It’s all good. I promise I’ll get him home in one piece.” You joke, ignoring Oikawa who is full of gaping at you. Giving him a side-eye, he wisely shuts his mouth, but pouts about it. Good. “Seriously, you can stay longer.”

“Yes! Please, just a while longer?” Alisa must squeeze his arm, because Iwaizumi’s eyes move from yours and briefly stay on hers, and you have no idea what he’s thinking. 

“We’ll see you later Iwaizumi.” You say curtly, not leaving any room for him to change his mind before you grab Oikawa’s hand and drag him through the crowd towards the door. 

“Y/n, wait up!” For a moment, your heart leaps inside your chest, hope filling a little fissure that you’d never noticed before. But as you look over your shoulder, it’s not the brunet you want to see. 

“You’re leaving?” Kuroo asks, finally pushing past drunk college students. 

“Yeah, I’m taking Oikawa home too. I’ll see you later, okay?” Your words are rushed as the pounding of the music seems to be echoing right between your ears. Glancing around the room sceptically, he frowns at you. 

“Is Iwaizumi not going with you?” He asks, and there must be some sort of devastation on your face because his scowl drops to a completely emotionless mask that normally means you’re in deep shit. 

“No he’s staying for longer. I’ve gotta go Tetsu,” 

“Y/n!” you simply wave over your shoulder as you pull Oikawa out of the building and into the cold air. Finally, as if breaching the surface, you feel yourself inhaling deeply for what feels like the first time in years.

Deciding it’s too late to walk, even with a six foot tall volleyball player who you know can throw a mean right hook, you organise an uber to pick you both up and deliver you both home in one piece. Just like you had said to Iwaizumi. Your heart sinks with every second that you wait, your traitorous gaze jumping back and forth from the sidewalk to the front door of the house behind you, as if you can simply manifest the guy by pure will alone. But in the whole ten minutes it takes for your uber driver to get to the address, he doesn’t make an appearance. And you can’t blame him, because you had all but cemented his feet to the fucking patio - to her. 

Why exactly? Because you knew that Iwaizumi had enjoyed her company, you knew that she looked at him like he hung the moon and the stars in her sky and does she not deserve a chance? Does she not stand a better chance than you? Almost six foot of leggy model with platinum blonde hair and green eyes that look like sea glass. How could you compete with that? And Iwaizumi, doesn’t he deserve that?

It’s not until you’re almost back to your apartment that Oikawa finally speaks. “Why did you tell him to stay?” He asks, genuinely lost and confused. His brown eyes are full of concern and confusion for you and it has you nervously swallowing. Not wanting to voice every insecurity that ran through your head in the past forty minutes, you let out a sigh and look out the window.

“He looked happy in her company, why should I tear him from that?” Oikawa doesn’t make a noise, and it hurts more than you thought it would - because it means that you were right. “That’s why.”

A dull vibrating against your face is what rises you from sleep, only noticing you fell asleep with your phone on your bed and that your group chat with your friends is going fucking manic. Muting the conversation, you pull yourself out of bed and blinking at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair is an utter mess, and you were only dressed in one of Oikawa’s old shirts you had stolen when you first moved in and some sweat pants, the otter themed socks on your feet bring a small smile to your lips as you remember Iwaizumi bringing them back one day for you, out of the blue. 

Iwaizumi. You wonder how he got home last night… Did he stay long, or did he leave soon after you? 

There’s a clatter of dishes in the kitchen, and you slip on your fluffy headband with the whales to keep your hair out of your face, grab your phone and finally leave your room. The smell of bacon assaults your senses and your stomach immediately grumbles in approval. Bacon was rare in this household and the fact that it was being cooked should have been the first sign. 

Moving quietly along the wooden floors, you remember that you had moved where the instant coffee was because you’d found moths in one of the cupboards and hadn’t told him. Breaching the doorway to the kitchen you rub your eyes and begin to explain.

“Hey I moved the instant coff-” You move the hands from your face and have to take a few seconds to fully comprehend what is happening in front of you. Iwaizumi stands in front of the stove, in his signature black sweats and a tight singlet, one hand on the skillet and the other holding his mug to his lips. One that's already full of coffee. 

And something inside your chest just… cracks.

Your eyes shift to the figure on the left. Sitting atop the island in nothing but a large faded Godzilla t-shirt that swamps her figure, looking like she belongs there, is Alisa. A mug rests in her perfectly manicured hands, the smell of instant coffee wafting through the room along with bacon has your heart stopping inside your chest, and for a moment you wonder if you’re about to go into cardiac arrest. Because the mug she’s holding, white with a horribly painted dolphin that looks more like a worm than anything, is the artwork of Tooru Oikawa, one that was gifted to you for your ‘one month of survival’ anniversary. 

That was your mug.

There are two plates resting next to the stove, and you can’t tear your eyes off it. What. The. Fuck.

“Good morning,” Alisa’s voice is like a blast through the kitchen, and you actually flinch at the noise. You want to say something, but you just can’t. Your chest physically hurts with every breath, and the only thing stopping your hands from shaking is the fact that you’ve got the bottom hem of your shirt in a white-knuckled death grip. There’s more noise, but you can’t make out what it is because the pounding noise in your head is so loud it feels as if it leaves tremors around your entire body with every beat. It takes you a second to realise that it’s your heartbeat. 

“Y/n?” Brown eyes are so close to yours that you actually jump, your back hitting the wall and knocking off the broom and dustpan that rest there. Shit. You quickly bend down to clean it up, fumbling as you do so. Frustrated tears prick in your eyes but you bite down on your bottom lip to hold them in. This is not what you wanted.

As you clip the broom back to it’s place on the hanger, you hesitate before turning around, wanting to believe that it’s just a nightmare for a moment longer. But Alisa calling out to you breaks that. “Are you alright Y/n?” Her eyes are kind, and full of genuine concern as you turn around once again, and you realise it. The problem is that you like Alisa, because she’s nice, bubbly, beautiful and good. And she’s good for him. 

“Uh yeah…” Your voice is still gravelly from just waking up. 

“We were about to have breakfast, would you like to join us?” God she’s so fucking polite it’s infuriating. Not looking back at her, instead you glance back at your mug resting on the counter next to her. It was just a coincidence that it was yours. There was a fifty percent chance to get your mug, considering Oikawa’s was the only other one in there. 

Realising they’ve been waiting a while for a response, you unclench your hands and shake your head. “No thank you, I’m actually about to go out and meet my friend for breakfast.” And you leave. You run straight to the front door, slipping on the first pair of shoes and jumper you see before leaping through the door and slamming it shut behind you. You don’t stop walking as you text, and even though it's only eight am, there’s a response straight away. 

You hold yourself together, ignoring all the looks you get as you walk down the sidewalk to your favourite café. You ignore the fact that you grabbed one of the boys hoodies, that you’re wearing sweats, brightly coloured otter themed socks with black oversized slides that belong to Oikawa that almost has you tripping over your own feet. You ignore the fact that you look like a fucking nutcase, until you walk into the café and your eyes lock onto the raven haired boy with deep blue eyes that widen when they see you. 

You hold yourself together until you sit down across from him, ignoring the fact that he was studying already, and that you should be too. 

And then you let it go. A pathetic noise breaks from your mouth and you immediately pinch your eyes, quickly seeing Akaashi’s panicked look as he hands you a napkin. There’s only the usual noise of the store before you hear footsteps followed by a concerned voice. 

“I’m going to need a serving of pancakes and coffee please,” His voice rumbles and you look at your best friend again and finally say it.

“I like him. A lot. Too much.” His hand reaches across the table and gives your own a comforting squeeze as he offers you a sad smile. 

“I know.” Is all he says, but the pain in his deep blue eyes has you explaining everything, from the night before where you convinced him to stay longer with her because you thought he was happy with her, how you found her in the kitchen sitting in your spot, drinking out of your mug, sharing that time, that moment with Iwaizumi. Not you. 

All because you noticed the way that Alisa looked at Iwaizumi. As if he were her sun, the star that was at the centre of her very existence. As if he were the very power source of her being, the thing that created her happiness.

As if she viewed him for everything good that he was, that she saw the bad and looked at him like he hung the stars anyways. 

As if she loved him inside and out.

As if she viewed Iwaizumi the same way that you did. 

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PubGMarkT : Got7

🌙 starring. mark tuan x afab!Reader I ft. cam room voyeurs 

🔮 synopsis. You end up at Mark Tuan’s dorm while he’s playing video games with a few other idols on the mics. You take turns fucking each other while he plays, and the other idols in the cam room chat have fun throwing their money at you.

cw/ tw. cam sex, sex while Mark plays video games, dirty talk, choking, spanking, biting, unprotected sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, jealousy, etc

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 2.6k

🍭 aus. cam girl reader, poly idols, idols sharing a fuck buddy, dirty boy idols, etc...

☀️ mlist + an. cam room directory here - this series is covered in audio by the Kpop Pillow Talk podcast, listen here

The door opens before you can even knock, and Mark pulls you into the dorm. “Everyone else is out,” he tells you, dragging you to his room. You can hear some of the guys on the headset, NCT’s Haechan screaming at another Dreamie.

“Are you busy?” you ask as Mark pulls you closer to his chest, his hands slipping under your hoodie.

“In the middle of a game,” he grins, planting a kiss on your lips before he tears away from you, sitting on his big gaming chair, “give me ten minutes.”

He puts the headset back on and you curiously go to sit next to him, pulling up a stool he keeps around the room.

“Is this Fortnight?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Mark answers, and you hear voices on his headphones which make him laugh, “say hi to the guys.”

“Who’s playing?” you smile, leaning closer.

Mark takes off his head set and unplugs it so you can hear everyone, focusing on the game while your eyes scan the names at the bottom of the screen. The first person jumps out at you, “Johnny?”

“Of course you say his name first,” Haechan’s familiar voice groans loudly into the room, making you laugh. “I’m never invited to fun time.”

“Fun time is for adults,” Johnny’s words comes quickly, and you can tell he’s distracted by the game.

The man sitting next to you snickers at the momentary NCT clash,.“Johnny isn’t sharing the cam room password with you, huh?”

“No way,” Johnny laughs, he and Mark rubbing it in the younger man’s face.

“Do you want the cam room password?” you ask, making both men close their mouths as the younger one erupts in ‘please’s. 

You pull out your phone and send Haechan the link, opening up a room that has both Mark and Johnny’s phones dinging with a notification. “What are you doing?” Mark asks, brows furrowing while he fight for his life in Fortnight.

“Just keep playing your game,” you tell him, pulling your pants off so you’re in an oversized shirt and panties before getting on top of him. 

Once you’re in his lap, Mark rests his head on your shoulder, continuing to play while his arms encircle you, the controller resting in his hands on your lap.

You set up your phone, making sure the camera gets enough of your body in it as you sit on Mark’s lap. A few people pop up into the cam room.

Lucas99 : YO ITS MARK TUAN

Hendery99 : Mark! r u playing Fortnight!?

You scoff, shaking your head at the young Wayv members who seem to have forgotten why they’re in the cam room.

You decide to ignore the phone, turning in Mark’s lap so you’re straddling him chest to chest.

For a moment he looks at you, smiling lazily as if he expects a kiss. You push his face away, grabbing the headphones and putting them over your ears. “Haechan?”

“Fuck, yeah, I’m here.” Haechan’s voice sounds pained.

“Are you watching?” you tease, knowing for a fact that Heychannie is in the cam room. 

You swivel your hips and Mark immediately grabs at your waist. “Stop that,” he tuts, “I’m almost done the game-”

“It’s taking too long,” you respond, “and I’m so needy.”

Haechan’s laugh dances through your headset and Johnny lets out a curse word. 

“Baby, we’re all waiting,” Johnny reminds you,.“The BTS Maknae line is watching.”

“Are they?” you grind harder against Mark. “Fuck, I love the BTS boys.” Mark’s grip on his controller tightens. “They’re always so ready to please.” 

You press a kiss to Mark’s neck, tilting your head so the camera can see what you’re doing.

Mark lets out a low moan, his lip caught between his teeth. “They fuck you good?” he asks.

“They fuck me great,” you whine, hearing coins drop behind you as you assume the three Maknae’s pay their appreciation. 

“But, I have Haechan on my headphones,” you say loudly, “which means he gets to control me tonight.”

“Fuck,” Johnny cusses again. 

You can still hear him, but it’s fun to give Haechan all of the power, especially since he’s on the younger side. 

“TheJinyoung, from Got7,” Johnny tells you, “just tipped $500 and said ‘I’d pay double to have control next time.’“ 

“and then Beommie?” Haechan asks, testing out the user name on his tongue.

Mark laughs, and says, “Jaebeom”

“He just tipped $1000 and said ‘dibs on second in line, I’ll pay double to jump to first.’” Haechan read next.

“No way, Joon... Namjoon from BTS!? tipped $5000, and didn’t even say anything,” Johnny laughs. He knew you’d do well having a cam for your high profile hook ups, but he didn’t realize you’d be this successful.

“Y/N?” Haechan’s voice draws your attention from the money and business side of it, “Can you... can you cock warm Mark for a bit?”

“Whatever you want baby,” you tell the man on your headset. You reach between your and Mark’s body, earning a hiss from him as he continues to game. He’s already rock hard, and slipping your hand inside his pants is relatively easy. You work on his sweats, moving them down slightly.

Mark grins. “Gonna ride me princess?”

“Nope, just gonna sit.” you respond. “I’m so wet.”

“Fuck,” Mark groans, swallowing thickly as his eyes dart between the computer and you. You pull your panties to the side and rub him against your core, making moans of appreciation leave his lips. “Just sink down baby,” he tells you, not waiting for you to follow his command, his arms wrap around you and he brings you all the way down on his cock.

You both moan as he fills you up, your fingers digging into his shoulders. Your eyes are closed and you sit on his lap, filled wonderfully for a few moments.

“Come on baby, ride me like the good girl you were for Johnny,” Mark breathes, taking his hand away from his controller to smack your ass, leaving a mark for the camera to see. 

He’s being extra cocky with the camera on.

“Ride him,” Haechan whispers and you notice how quiet Johnny has gone too.

You set your hands on Mark’s shoulders, lifting yourself up slightly before sinking back down. “Fuck, so warm and tight.” Mark groans, having difficulties focusing on the computer now.

You find a steady pace, it’s slow and allows you time to swivel your hips, your hand moving down to your clit. As soon as you touch it, your body jolts, pussy clamping onto Mark who hisses. 

“Mark,” you pout.

“What’s wrong Princess? Need me to make you cum?” he asks.

You nod.

“Then turn around, and face the camera.” Mark presses a kiss to your cheek, sticking his tongue out and licking your skin in a playful way that makes you giggle, shoving at him. 

The two of you have always has puppy like banter.

The men watching you enjoy the fact that you and Mark are close. The vouyeristic aspect is more pronounced this way, they are all getting a real look at what happens when it’s just you and Mark one on one.

You lift yourself off of Mark’s cock, quickly turning to face the camera before slipping your panties down. 

“Legs up,” he instructs. 

His chair is big enough that you can sink down on his cock and spread your legs, giving the camera a perfect view of Mark’s long cock buried deep inside of you while you rest back against his chest. 

“You know how to play, right baby?” Mark asks, kissing your neck as he hands you his controller. “You get to cum for every kill you make in these last five minutes,” He says it loudly enough for everyone to hear, and you know for a fact that there are a few of the idols still in the match playing and watching. 

Now that Mark has his hands free, one of them moves to grab your breast. He pinches your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, making you hiss as you try to adjust to the new game you’re playing. 

Mark is thrusting shallowly up into you, it’s an awkward position, and you doubt it’s much fun for him, but he has perfect access to your clit, and he’s making use of it. His fingers are rough, Mark is always about speed, he wants the best he can have, as fast as he can have it.

You get your first kill in the game, and it takes a moment (as the donations flood in) to realize you killed Johnny, and he totally allowed you to. 

You can hear heavy breathing on the headset and neither NCT member is even speaking anymore. 

You’re reminded that Haechan and Johnny share a room, but you don’t have time to think about it too much, Mark’s fingers slip into your pussy, right next to his cock, and you let out a sound of shock and pleasure.

“Fuck, can you hear how wet you are?”  he asks, curling his fingers up inside of you deliciously. “My cock isn’t enough for you, hmm?” he nips at your ear, “that’s why you have all these other dick heads, right?” 

You can see the chat section explode and even Haechan grumbles in your ear, his whiney voice making you smile. 

“Is Haechan still talking?” Mark asks, lips teasing your neck and making you shiver as he thrusts up into you roughly, his fingers pumping into you faster than his dick, digits slipping out of you coated and noisy with each movement of his hand, “Everyone loves watching you get fucked, huh? Who’s making you cum right now, baby?”

“You are Mark,” you whine, eyes closing as you enjoy the feeling of him pleasuring you, the chord in your tummy getting tighter.

“Then fucking cum,” he growls, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as you explode around him. His fingers slip from your pussy, instead they rub against your clit, his other arm holding you tight to his chest as an anchor as he pistons up into you.

You’re getting fucked so hard and so good that you’re not even playing attention to the game, the controller vibrates to let you know someone’s killed you and Mark laughs into your shoulder, slowing his motions to let you come down from your high. 

“Who killed you, baby?” His lips are sloppy on your neck but you don’t even care, your hand slipping between your legs to urge Mark to put more pressure on your sensitive clit. 

“Mark-”

He focuses on the screen and then offers his fingers to you, allowing you to lick them clean so he can take the controller from you. 

“Make yourself cum again if you’re so desperate,” Mark tells you, opening up the stats so he can see who killed you, “fucking-” Mark nearly knocks you off of his lap by lurching forward, “Jackson!”

Jackson Wang, Mark’s best friend, had killed you on Fortnight.

“Is that bad for your score?” you pout, fucking yourself on Mark’s cock, hand snaking down to rub your clit and work you towards a second orgasm. Your motions make you clench around Mark an he groans, eyes moving to the count down which shows you only have a minute left in the game.

“Yeah,” Mark answers you, “but he’s not the one fucking you right now, is he?” 

Mark spins the chair, taking the head set off of you and pushing you off his lap and onto the bed. As he’s about to get on top of you, he remembers the camera, and once again man handles you so you’re laying on your tummy at the foot of his bed, the camera can see your whole body.

Mark likes how tight you feel when you’re laying on your tummy, it’s one of his favourite positions. He likes the warmth of it, and the easy access to your neck and hair.

He slides into you, pausing to get a painful grip on your waist, which he pushes into the bed, arching your back in a way that makes the head of his cock drag against a deep spot inside of your pussy that has you nearly screaming.

Your hands bunch in the fabric of the bed and moans spill from your lips unhindered. 

Mark grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging you back so the camera can see your face.

“Beg for it,” he tells you.

“Please, Mark-” you whimper immediately, the odd position and strain on your neck makes your words a little gargled, and the most you can do is moan more.

Mark lets go of your hair, instead he grabs your hips, lifting them off the bed so you’re in doggy position. 

You adjust yourself, lifting your head towards the camera, then you push your hips back. Mark groans and the sound of skin on skin is sinful. 

“Fuck,” his hand comes down on your ass and you squeal, toes curling, “gonna cum for me baby?” he asks, kneading your stinging flesh roughly.

You nod into the bed sheets, whines getting louder as you approach your high.

Mark jackhammers into your sensitive spot over and over again, his eyes closed, head lolled back to expose his pretty neck, not that you can see any of this. 

Another smack to your ass throws you over the edge,  but it’s not enough for Mark. He works you through your entire orgasm, and when you’re a panting mess, he grabs you and pulls you up and onto your knees, your back now pressed to his chest.

He faces you towards the camera, and you can imagine how fucked you look.

“Tell them how good it feels,” Mark tells you, his hand wrapping around your throat as his teeth nip at your ear, his cock continuing to thrust into you as his other hand moves to your clit.

Your legs shake, body shivering at the stimulation. “Feels so good,” you moan. “Fuck, I’m so sensitive-” you wiggle in his grasp.

You reach behind you, fingers tangling in Mark’s soft hair. His lips press kisses to your neck and his little moans are audible only to you. “Cum for me again, baby,” Mark says, voice softer than it was before.

This orgasm is more like a tumble down a hill than explosive like the last one had been. Your pussy almost feels like it’s radiating pleasure as it pulses around Mark’s cock. He moans loudly into your ear as he cums, thrusts sporadic and shallow. His arms wrap around you and you can feel how sweaty your bodies are, but you don’t mind.

When he comes to a stop, you both just kneel there for a few moments, catching your breaths. 

Then the coin noise interrupts your thoughts and Mark chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Say goodnight to your fans and come cuddle,” he tells you, sliding from your cunt and collapsing on his bed, quickly hiding under the covers.

Your legs are wobbly as you stand, picking up your phone. Your eyes scan the chat.

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Mark groans behind you, reminding you of his presence. You quickly thank your.... supporters? friends? you’re not sure what to call them all now. 

When you turn your phone off and get in bed next to Mark, he’s already half asleep. 

Bed hopping has always been a favourite pass time of yours, and now that you’re getting paid for it? Now that it’s going as smoothly as this?

You wonder who is going to be your next cam co star.

You wonder if this whole cam thing will help you explore sides of you that you haven’t truly explored before. 

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Studio Time | Hongjoong & Mingi

- Pairing: Boyfriend Hongjoong x Female Reader x Mingi

- Genre: Smut

- Warnings: Voyeurism, thigh riding, and “baby girl”

- Word Count: 1.9k

You sat on Hongjoong’s lap as he worked on his music, his fingers working across the various beat pads and back to the keyboard.  He was working on the music for their new album, and as always it sounded amazing.  His finger lightly tapped on the desk as he listened to the song, you could faintly hear the music coming from his headphones, but your attention was on his fingers.

Watching his fingers work so smoothly got your mind wandering, and you knew you shouldn’t bother him just because you were being needy.  The music stopped and he groaned throwing his head back and covering his eyes, making you pout “What’s wrong Hongie?”

He peaked out from under his arm, “I just can’t get this to sound right.” You smiled softly, “I’m sorry sweetie.  Maybe you should take a short break, and relax.”  You emphasized the last word.

He raised his eyebrow at you, “Oh, got something in mind to help me relax?”

You bit your lip and nodded.  He smirked and placed his hands on your hips and looked at you up and down. 

His eyes dark, “I have an idea.  I really need to finish this part, why don’t you sit on my thigh.” Your eyes widened, “Your thigh?  You want me to ride your thigh?” He nodded, his mouth slightly opening, then he ran his tongue across his lips wetting them.

“But Hongie, I wanted to help you relax.” He smiled, “I wanna watch you get yourself off on my thigh, that will help me relax.” You giggled, “Uh-huh, I’m sure it will.” You moved to straddle his thigh, your feet on the ground on each side of his thigh.  You wrapped your arms around his neck, facing the door. 

He tensed his thigh under you sending a shiver through your body.  You slowly rolled yourself forward the friction of your jeans against his felt nice, a soft moan escaping your lips.  He wrapped his left hand around your waist then moved his right hand back to the mouse, music starting in his headphones again. 

You had stopped moving, “Don’t stop until you cum.” Your eyes widened, Hongjoong was never this dominant and controlling.

He bounced his thigh under you, and you started rolling your hips again.  Your grip around his neck getting tighter, he knew that when you rode his thigh you got off easily because it was an intense amount of external stimulation.

He alternated between bouncing and tensing his thigh, and you quickened your movements.  Moans ringing out through his studio, he paused his music, chuckled, and shushed you “Shh the others might hear you.  Although this room is pretty soundproof.” You bit your lip and closed your eyes trying to focus on the pleasure and not being loud.  He tensed his thigh and bounced it at the same time making a loud moan leave your lips.

Music started back in his headphones.  You heard a noise and looked up to see Mingi staring at you wide-eyed.  

You raised your finger to your mouth telling him to be quiet.  He bit his lip as if weighing the options.  He stepped fully into the studio and quietly closed the door behind him, you were honestly a bit shocked as to what prompted him to actually join. 

He sat down on the couch being as quiet as possible and he watched you closely.  His hand moved to rub himself through his grey sweats and you loudly moaned at the actions.  You had always thought Mingi was an attractive guy, I mean they all were but never expected anything like this. 

Hongjoong had no clue Mingi was there or what was happening, just blissfully working on his music as you used his thigh for your pleasure. 

You closely watched Mingi as he continued to rub himself through his sweats then pulled them down exposing himself to you.

He gripped the base and stroked all the way up to the head a bead of precum escaping the slit.  This all felt so dirty to you, but you liked it way more than you probably should.  You had always had voyeuristic fantasies but you never thought you would be living them.

Mingi bit his lip as he watched your face closely, and listened to your soft moans.  He couldn’t see what was going on behind the back of the chair though.

He stroked his dick fast, focusing on the head.  You moved against Hongjoong’s thigh at a quicker pace, feeling your orgasm grow.  Hongjoong gripped your waist helping you move, “Cum for me baby.” You made eye contact with Mingi and he nodded as if agreeing.  This sent you over the edge, your legs trembled around Hongjoong’s thigh.  He rubbed your back, “That was hot, so beautiful as always.” You looked up to see Mingi’s hand and shirt covered with his cum and him looking around trying to figure out what to do, which made you giggle.

“I think you were loud enough all of them know what happened.” Mingi went to move from the couch and it creaked.  He lightly cursed under his breath, which made Hongjoong turn the chair around.  He caught Mingi with his dick still half out of his sweats and covered in cum.

“I thought I heard the door open.  Enjoy the show Mingi?” You moved around in Hongjoong’s lap to face Mingi.

Mingi blushed, “Umm yeah.  Sorry I should have just left.” Hongjoong shrugged “Oh well, my baby seemed to enjoy it.  I have an idea, sit back down Mingi.” Mingi hesitantly sat back down on the couch.

“Baby, I think he needs to be cleaned up don’t you?” You nodded and smiled, “I think so Hongie.” Hongjoong kissed your cheek, then patted your butt encouraging you to get up.  You got up then got on your hands and knees crawling over to Mingi.  He bit his lip and groaned.  As soon as you got in front of him you pushed him back against the couch and licked his shirt clean of his cum as best as you could.  Then your mouth hovered over his dick, which was not fully hard anymore, but you stopped.  You crawled up his body and straddled his lap.  You took his right hand and held his fingers up to your mouth.  Licking and sucking each of his fingers clean of his cum.

His mouth hung slightly open as he watched you, you lingered on his pointer finger making sure to emphasize the sucking.

You looked down and he was now fully hard again.  “Already hard again?  Just from that?” Hongjoong chuckled, “You tend to have that effect baby and you don’t even know.” You gripped Mingi’s dick in your hand and he moaned loudly, still sightly sensitive.  You stroked him a few times but stopped because you didn’t want to overstep any boundaries.

Mingi seemed to be cautious too.  Hongjoong and you hadn’t discussed this situation so you didn’t know how he felt about it, and you didn’t know how far everybody felt comfortable going.

Mingi looked from your hand on his dick to Hongjoong, you looked back at Hongjoong as if to see what he was thinking. 

“My baby likes riding thighs, so why don’t you ride Mingi’s thigh just like you did mine, and I’ll watch.”

You blushed, “Ah but, that’s embarrassing.” Hongjoong raised his eyebrow, “You didn’t seem to mind when Mingi was watching you just moments ago.” You really don’t know where this dominant behavior came from usually neither one of you really took control but you liked this side of him. 

Mingi placed his hands on your hips, “I don’t mind baby girl.” Your eyes widened at the nickname he had given you.  

From behind you, you heard Hongjoong say, “Baby why don’t you take off those jeans.” You got off of Mingi, stood up, and went to unbutton your jeans but he reached forward and did it for you.  He roughly pulled them down to your knees, making you squeak.  He eyed your panties, a wet spot present.

He smiled, “So wet you are leaking through your panties baby girl.”

You fully removed your jeans, and he grabbed your waist pulling you down onto his right thigh.  

You braced yourself on his chest and stared at him as you slowly rolled against him.  He guided your right hand down to his dick encouraging you to stroke him.

He guided your hips forward then back, taking control of your movements.

You took this opportunity to fully grip him and stroke him, making him moan.

He tensed his thigh underneath you and he moved your hips back and forth faster.  You looked down and noticed there was a wet spot on Mingi’s sweats which made you blush.   

 “Ahh, can we take your sweats off Mingi?” He chuckled, “Embarrassed by the mess you have already made of my sweats?” You looked away embarrassed, and he turned your head back and kissed you. 

“I like the mess, baby girl.” Hongjoong chuckled breathlessly and deep, “She is such a messy girl.”

You looked back to see Hongjoong stroking himself while watching you two. 

“Enjoying the view sweetie?” He smirked, and scoffed but didn’t reply.

Mingi bounced his thigh, pulling your attention back to him, a moan leaving your lips.

You whimpered, “I wanna be fucked so bad.” Mingi looked to Hongjoong filled with hope that he would get to fuck you.

“Not today baby girl, maybe another day Mingi can fuck you.  Just use his thigh.”

Another day, you wanted to question it but honestly, you just wanted to orgasm and so did Mingi.  You nodded and started rolling your hips, chasing your orgasm.  Mingi still helped your movements.  Your hand on his dick stroking at a quicker pace.

“Gonna cum with me baby girl?” You nodded, and you leaned forward, your forehead falling against his.

Both of your breaths ragged.  His forehead was damp with sweat.

Mingi’s low moans and grunts were more evident this close together.

You connected your lips with his and wrapped your left hand up in his hair.

The movements of your hand on his dick becoming more sloppy.  He put his hand over yours using your hand to help stroke himself. 

He pulled away from the kiss and buried his head in your neck. 

“I’m so close baby girl.” “Me too Mingi.” His right hand gripped your hips tighter pushing you down against him harder.

Your legs started shaking, your vision blurred, and you came on Mingi’s thigh.  Your thighs tightening around Mingi’s thigh.  You heard a low groan in your neck and a loud moan from behind you.

Mingi came on your hand, his hips thrusting up into your closed fist.

You looked to see your hand covered in his cum, and a little on his own hand.

He watched as you licked your hand clean then licked his hand clean.

He chuckled, “Be careful you will start round three if you continue like that.” You felt a hand on your shoulder, so you turned your head to see Hongjoong holding his cum coated hand to your mouth.

You licked and sucked his fingers clean and he smiled.  “Such a good girl.” Mingi still held onto your hips and you were still straddling his thigh.

You looked down and his sweats had a very large wet spot, they both noticed and chuckled.  You got embarrassed again, and Mingi massaged your hip.  “You can make a mess of my sweats anytime you want baby girl.”

Hongjoong chuckled again.  “You think you will get to do this again Mingi.” Mingi shrugged, “You are the one who said next time.”