they/she | p1ectzen | ‘02 | leo | dancer | anime watcher | collector of trinkets
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requests are currently open! as of now, i am just writing for p1harmony, but i am open to asks about nct as well (preferably nct dream). when requesting, keep in mind that i only write for a fem reader and i:
AM OPEN TO most genres, headcanons, one shots, mtl, drabbles, fics of various lengths, poly fics
AM NOT OPEN TO noncon, incest, large age gaps, any stage of pregnancy, m x m outside of a poly fic, reader/member being a child, cheating
answers may be slow due to me working two jobs (and also being a procrastinator)
i also am a proofreader (my credentials: i have an english degree and i’ve peer edited many papers) and will look over your work if you’d like!
going to the renaissance faire on sunday :] i’m so so excited for it bc it’s my first time going to a ren faire in the state that i live in now and i’m dressing as a fairy of trinkets ohmygod i can’t wait to wear my costume
⋆˚࿔ you want to go home with the hot stranger you saw at the club. luckily, it’s obvious that he wants you to go home with him too. ࿔˚⋆
♪ now playing: body - drezzy
pairing: keeho x fem!reader
genre: smut (MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI)
cw: inspired by a song, strangers to ???, usage of alcohol, kissing, grinding, making out, hickies, cunnilingus (f. receiving), hair pulling (m. & f. receiving), penetrative sex (reader on birth control), riding, creampie, aftercare, a little bit of desperate switch!keeho bc i got a bit self indulgent and strayed from the plot ngl
wc: 2738
author's note ~ user kyoluvrs finally writes a fic for kyo :3
song requested by @starryminaz
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the club was loud and alive when you walked in with your friends.
the main lights were dimmed low, just enough to see a few feet ahead of you. smaller disco lights sat on the front corners of the dj table, casting different colors and patterns onto the walls and ceiling and flashing along with the current song. the heat from all the bodies greatly contrasted the cool weather of the night outside as you made your way over to the bar, ordering your go-to drink along with a round of shots to celebrate a night of finally finding a time to all hang out despite busy schedules.
you felt his eyes on you as soon as you set your empty shot glass down.
your eyes found his with a precision you didn’t know you had, as if you were meant to find him at that exact moment. he was also with his friends, but he didn’t look like he was paying attention to the conversation in the slightest.
and he wasn’t; not when your outfit was accentuating your curves perfectly and he could feel your confidence radiating from across the room.
you gave him a quick smile, thinking your eyes met only for that moment, before your drink was shoved into your hand and you were whisked to the dance floor.
as you danced with your friends, your drink quickly disappearing, you couldn’t stop thinking about the guy you saw, how you wish you had gotten a better glance at him. or, at least, more time at the bar.
whatever deity that was watching over you must’ve felt particularly generous that night.
when you noticed your cup was empty, you leaned in close to your friends to tell them you were getting another drink, only to pull away and run smack into another clubgoer, momentarily losing your balance.
you yelp and stumble backwards when strong hands grab your waist, helping to steady you as you stand upright again. you look up at the stranger, going to thank them, but your voice dies in your throat.
the man from earlier looks down at you with a worried look on his face, his blond hair styled out of his eyes save for a few stray pieces. his sharp facial features are accentuated by the lighting from the dj table, and his outfit consisted of jeans, an animal printed button down, a leather jacket, and a simple silver chain around his neck. quite frankly, he’s the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen.
“are you alright? i wasn’t aware of my surroundings, i’m sorry.”
fuck, even his voice was as attractive as him.
“ah…yes, thank you,” you smile. “no need to apologize.”
he smiles back, and you almost give into him right then and there. his eyes flit down to the empty drink in your hand, then back to you. “can i buy you a drink to make up for it?”
your friend from behind you, the only one who hadn’t taken a shot with the rest of the group and was responsible for driving, lays her hand on your shoulder. “if you don’t go home with that man, i swear i’m not letting you get into the car with us.”
you laugh and look back to the stranger. “my friend told me to say yes, as if i wasn’t going to already.”
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you learn the man’s name is keeho, and he’s at the club to celebrate winning a local dance competition. you meet his friends in passing as they stop by to tell keeho that one of them, you think his name is intak, drank too much and they’re going back to the hotel. the one holding intak up, who had short black hair and a sliver of a tattoo showing from where his shirt had ridden up, reminded keeho to be safe (“let us know when you make it to wherever you guys end up!”) before they slip through the crowd towards the exit.
keeho turns back to you, his ears red from what you could see, and finishes the rest of his drink in one go. “let’s go dance?”
you nod, closing out your tabs and making your way back to the dancefloor. keeho’s hand is intertwined with yours as he guides you through the crowd, turning you toward him when he finds a spot that will accommodate the two of you.
you start swaying your body to the beat, keeho watching in awe as you lose yourself in the music. the lights make you look ethereal, the alcohol making your movements loose and carefree as you spin and lean your back against his chest.
you feel his breath hitch as you continue to move, ass pressing against his crotch, and you feel his hands move to hold your waist. he leans down to whisper into your ear, an action that sets your skin on fire.
“you’re playing a dangerous game here.”
you turn your head and mirror his action. “don’t you want to play too?” you press a feather light kiss to his jaw. “i think we both know what the prize is. want to share it with me?”
keeho’s answer comes in the form of him smashing his lips against yours.
you reciprocate as he pulls you impossibly closer, one of his hands coming up to tilt your jaw and deepen the kiss. you feel a tent in his pants start to form as you grind oh him again, this time with more intent.
“call an uber,” he trails hot, open mouthed kisses down your throat. “my place. i’ll give you the address and i’ll pay for it.”
you let out a whimper as you follow his command, typing in the address then handing him your phone so he can put in his payment information. as he does this, you grind against him again, turning around after to run your hands up his chest.
keeho places the phone back in your hand once he’s done, his hands immediately finding their way back to your waist as he pulls you against him. one of his hands makes its way down to your ass, giving it a squeeze as he attaches his mouth to your neck again, sucking a hickey into the skin as you let out a moan that gets drowned out by the crowd.
he kisses his way back up to your lips, giving you one last desperate kiss before pulling away, panting and flushed. “let’s go outside. the uber shouldn’t be too long.”
you nod, peeling yourself away from him as you check the time it’ll take before the uber arrives outside. you figure five minutes is more than enough time, so you take his hand and make your way through the crowd.
keeho follows you, watching as you stumble your way through the crowd, making it out the doors into the cool night air. you look for a place to wait, deciding on a nearby lamppost, and you pull him with you.
he’s not sure if it’s the alcohol or not, but when you bump into the pole and turn to him giggling, keeho doesn’t think he’s seen anyone more gorgeous in his entire life, and he can’t help but grab your face and kiss you again.
you kiss back, and everything in between the kiss and being in keeho’s apartment is a blur.
you barely remember climbing into the uber, clinging onto keeho as his arm wraps around your shoulders, and then getting out just as quickly as you got in. you vaguely remember being in an elevator, keeho pressing you against the wall in a searing kiss while your hands tugged at his hair, and then suddenly you were inside the apartment, lock clicking in place as keeho helped you take off your shoes and lifted you into his arms.
you gasped at the sudden show of strength, clinging onto him as he walks to his bed and tosses you onto it. you hit the bed with a small oof, which was enough to help you start sobering up.
keeho, however, had more plans of getting drunk.
you yelp as he pulls you by your ankles to the edge of the bed, hastily unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down your legs. he wastes no time in burying his face between your legs, lapping and sucking on your clit while he holds your thighs apart.
you can’t help but let out a loud moan, hand tangling in keeho’s hair as he eats you out like it’s his last meal. his tongue switches between giving attention to your clit and your entrance, pushing your thighs so your legs are in the air to give him more access.
your hand pulls on his hair as you grind against his mouth, the vibrations from his moan sending white hot pleasure through your core. you can feel your climax start to rapidly build, evident to keeho from the way your moans increase in volume, and he keeps his pace until your orgasm takes over your body.
keeho lets your legs clamp around his head as your ride out your high, back arching, your hand still gripping his hair. he drinks up everything you have to offer him, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh before pulling away and undressing himself.
you watch as he sheds his jacket and starts unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a toned body you couldn’t help but sit up and stare at. you reach your hand out, running your nails down the expanse of his skin, unclasping his belt when your hand reaches the waistband and helping him out of his pants and underwear.
his dick springs up against his stomach, the tip an angry red from being neglected for so long. you wrap your hand around him, hot and heavy and big, and you can’t help but lean forward and take him into your mouth.
keeho hisses and gently moves your head away, chuckling at the pout that forms on your lips.
“next time baby. i just really need to be inside of you right now.”
you clench around nothing at his straightforwardness as he pushes you back down, rubbing his dick against your folds as you both sigh at the contact.
“what happened to really needing to be inside me?” you bucked your hips up as you said this, trying to catch his tip on your entrance so you could finally feel him.
keeho masks his groan with a smirk as he watches your eyes widen when he does exactly what you want him to do. “watch that little mouth of yours before it gets you into trouble.”
“and if i don’t?”
he pushes in just slow enough so the burn as he stretches you isn’t unbearable, drawing a long, loud moan out of you. “then you’re in for a very long night, darling.”
he wastes no time in fucking you at a fast pace, knocking the air out of your lungs as he holds your hips so tight you’re sure there’s going to be bruises in the morning. you scramble to find something to hold onto, settling on the comforter and bunching the fabric in your hands to keep yourself grounded.
“fuck… you feel so good…” keeho’s desperation is evident in the way his thrusts get deeper…
“so tight… like you were made for me… ah… oh my god…”
…but it’s especially present in the way that he’s so lost in the pleasure that you’re both taken aback and infinitely more turned on when he starts whimpering, actually whimpering, in between the praises.
“keeho…” one of your hands snakes up his chest, your index finger hooking underneath the silver chain and pulling him into a kiss before you whisper against his lips. “let me ride you.”
keeho moans out loud and pulls out, crawling onto the bed and laying on his back. you hover over him, positioning yourself and sinking back down onto him with a moan that syncs up with his.
you brace yourself to move by putting your hands on his chest, but he holds your waist to prevent you from moving.
“wait… don’t move yet. i don’t want this to be over so soon. i’m really glad you asked me to switch positions because i was getting close and i didn’t know if i could cum inside or not and you’re really hot and-”
he doesn’t get to finish his rambling before your lips are on his again, and when you pull away to look at him, he looks fucked out.
“i’m on the pill,” you whisper, and you feel him twitch inside of you. “now let me make you feel good.” you don’t give him time to respond before you start moving your hips.
keeho fully believes he’s been sent to heaven with the way you’re moving on top of him. you, who he thinks looks absolutely ethereal in the low lighting of the bedroom, your face flushed as you bounce up and down, and he’s suddenly hyper aware of the fluttering of your cunt around him, the way you’re fucking him so perfectly, how this is the best sex he’s had in a long time.
he realizes he doesn’t want this to be a one time thing.
fueled by desire, he slides his hands up your torso, cupping your boobs and running his thumbs over your nipples. you whimper, hips faltering in their rhythm, and keeho takes this moment to regain control and thrust up.
a moan escapes your lips, nails digging into his chest as you grind down on him. he keeps thrusting into you as his hands move down to your waist, keeping you in place as he slams in and out of you, the pressure building until you can’t hold it in anymore.
“keeho…” your thighs are burning now from the position. “fuck, ‘m close…”
his thrusts start to get sloppy, as if it was the last thing he needed to push him over the edge, and he looks up at you, who was seconds away from ruin.
“cum with me. now.”
the coil snaps, and your climax wracks through your body like a hurricane. your orgasm triggers keeho’s, who lets out a moan as he empties himself inside of you.
you collapse onto his chest and his arms wrap around you, one hand stroking your back as both your heartbeats begin to slow. you feel him start to soften inside of you before you decide to speak. “that was incredible.”
he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “i was about to say the same thing.”
you giggle, lifting yourself off of keeho and whimpering at the loss of fullness. “i, uh, i should get going. i don’t usually linger too long after hookups.”
“don’t.”
keeho sits up, hands gently holding onto your waist. “stay here tonight.”
“keeho…” you blush a little.
“i want to get to know you beyond this,” he says. “you really seemed like my type, and i really enjoyed talking to you while we were at the bar. you can borrow some of my clothes. i can make breakfast in the morning and we can keep talking.”
you weigh your options. go home or have a nice guy who fucks well make you food in the morning?
stupid question.
you cup keeho’s cheek, smiling softly at the way he leans into your hand. “i’ll stay.”
he smiles and leans forward to kiss your nose before gently setting you on the bed and getting up. he puts on his boxers before disappearing into the bathroom, coming out with a warm, damp towel that he cleans you off with before rummaging through his drawers. he procures a tee shirt and another pair of his boxers, putting your panties back on and helping you dress before pulling the covers back and laying down, patting the sheets next to him.
you chuckle and lay down next to him, putting your head on his chest while he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “y’know, we don’t have to wait until morning to keep talking.”
“is that so?” he presses a kiss to your forehead.
you hum. “tell me more about you. how you started dancing. how you met the guys. how the competition went. i want to know more.”
keeho smiles, thanking whoever was watching over him for sending you to him. “i’d be happy to tell you everything.”
hii, i just wanna say smth about it here too although it was handled in my server.
i take lying about age VERY seriously.
someone had been interacting within an adult space (p1ecebugs server) while being dishonest about their age, and although they are gone and their tumblr blog is now deleted, i still want to say this for future reference because this issue is becoming way too normalized online and it’s getting ridiculous.
if you are a minor, entering 18+ spaces under false pretenses is not only harmless to others who are but it’s soooo dangerous for the sake of you as well.
all in all, you are removing people’s ability to consent to the interactions they are having and putting adults in uncomfortable, unfair, and potentially dangerous situations without their knowledge.
and for other 18+ blogs/accounts!!! please continue being cautious. trust your instincts when something feels off, don’t feel guilty for asking for clarification or setting boundaries, and remember that protecting your space does not make you rude!!! 🫰🫰
hiiii!! just came across your page and are wondering how you’re doing 🙂↕️
hi love!! i’ve been getting over being a little sick this past week but other than that i’ve been doing okay! i hope you’re also doing well, thank you for checking in <3
we had a hangout with some other people after i had work! i remeber you had dark hair and archie had short light brown hair which was very different from how i imagined her lowkey BUT yall were both very gorgeous
i don’t remember everything but basically i had finished up my shift at the autism center i work at and you guys were just waiting for me so we could go hang out with some other people :3
we had a hangout with some other people after i had work! i remeber you had dark hair and archie had short light brown hair which was very different from how i imagined her lowkey BUT yall were both very gorgeous
i don’t remember everything but basically i had finished up my shift at the autism center i work at and you guys were just waiting for me so we could go hang out with some other people :3
i think i'm speaking for everyone here when i say we need an elaboration on hotbox car sex with plug jongseob (pls pls i have not stopped thinking about it since i read it)
ofc take all the time u need <3
- yuqi @xdjville
‧₊⏾˚ late night adventures | kim jongseob (18+)
⋆˚࿔ jongseob has a way of getting you into the backseat of his car during meetups, but you’re not going to give in this time, right? ࿔˚⋆
cw: friends with benefits, car sex, soft dom(?)!jongseob, there is a plot, weed consumption, jongseob is a massive flirt, hotboxing, making out, hickies (f. receiving), fingering, riding, hair pulling, praise (f. receiving), shotgunning smoke, creampie, aftercare, reader is on birth control, take a shot every time jongseob says pretty girl
wc: 2082
author’s note ~ everyone say thank u yuqi for requesting this mwah ilysm bestie <3 check out the original post here if you haven’t already!
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you told yourself you weren’t going to give in to him this time.
you had a bad day at your serving job, your shift turning into an impromptu double when one of your closers called out and you couldn’t find a replacement. on top of that, customers were extra rude during the second half, you were being hit on by more people than usual, and closing duties took way longer than usual.
it didn’t help that when you home you realized you were out of weed.
you cursed out loud, dragging your hands down your face and pulling your phone out of your pocket. you hoped he was awake at this ungodly hour, otherwise you think you’d lose your mind.
12:41am
you up?
jongseob’s response was almost instantaneous.
i think a better question is why you’re awake at this time
just got off of work and realized i’m out of weed
rip
i can be at our spot with something in about 15 minutes
you’re a blessing
anything for you pretty girl
a faint blush dusts your cheeks at the last message as you shut your phone off, not bothering to take your uniform or makeup off. you eat a small snack before putting your shoes on and grabbing your keys, walking the short distance to the park where you saw his car already parked.
you kept telling yourself that you were going to pick up the weed and leave, smoke, and go to bed, that you weren’t giving into him tonight.
jongseob was leaning against the passenger side back door when you got there, scrolling through his phone. his blond hair was loose and cascading over his shoulders, front pieces framing his face nicely as he looked up and gave you a soft, sympathetic smile when you locked eyes. “you look exhausted.”
“hello to you too.”
he chuckles, pulling out a bag with some flower from his pocket and handing it to you. “don’t worry about a payment right now.”
you took the bag, a surprised look on your face. “nuh uh. let me pay you. i made a lot of tips today. that’s how this works.”
“i can see why,” he hums, taking you in. “i don’t think i’ve actually seen you in uniform before. you look really good.”
you blush and look away at the compliment, chiding yourself for already feeling the familiar heat start to pool low in your belly. “shut up.”
“oh?” he chuckles again at your flustered state. “then i won’t tell you about the blunt i also have in the car.”
you look at him again, eyes wide, and he laughs. “only pretty girls who let me compliment them get to share it with me.”
“you’re an asshole.”
“do you want it or not?”
you sighed. “thank you for the compliment, and i’m sorry i told you to shut up.”
“good girl,” jongseob smirked, knowing his words went straight to your core as he opened the back door.
you climbed in, him following suit as he shuts the door and grabs the blunt and lighter off the ashtray on the center console. the air conditioner was on its lowest setting, keeping the car just cool enough, and a playlist of his was playing loud enough to be enjoyed yet quiet enough to be background noise if needed.
he guides the end of the blunt in between your lips, lighting the opposite side and watching as you inhale, blowing out the smoke when you’re ready. he watches your shoulders visibly relax as you take another hit, handing it off to him as you lean against the door, head resting on the window.
“can i talk about my shift?” you ask. “it was actual hell and i need to get it off my chest.”
he nods, and you launch into the story of your hectic day: the call out, how busy it was, and you were just getting to one customer that pissed you off more than the others when jongseob took another hit off the blunt, pulling you into his lap, your words being replaced by a small gasp.
“i’m listening,” he murmurs. “keep going, pretty girl.”
your cheeks flush red as you continue your story, moving on to how many customers commented on the slow service in the evening when you felt his lips attach to your neck.
you feel the weed start to creep into your system as you inhale softly, leaning your head to the side to give him more access, but he stops. you whine and look at him, who was already staring back at you.
“are you done with the story? i didn’t tell you to stop talking.”
you whimper, talking now about that one older guy who tipped you extra because you were “the best thing he’s seen all week” when you felt the first upward roll of his hips. you shudder, placing your hands on his shoulders and slowly moving your hips down the next time his roll up as you both sigh in pleasure.
you continue the rhythm, now recalling the closing duties, and jongseob holds the blunt up to your lips again. you take a long, deep hit and feel his dick jump in his jeans as he watches you blow the smoke towards the window and continue talking.
jongseob was so entranced by the sight in front of him that he couldn’t help but lean in and kiss you. the hand not holding the blunt finds purchase on your waist, setting a slightly harder pace for your hips as his lips travel down the expanse of your neck to your shirt collar, suckling hickies into your skin.
“so yeah,” you whimper quietly. “then i came home and didn’t have any weed, and uh,” another whimper at a particularly harsh graze of his teeth, “then i texted you, and…yeah, here we are.”
“sounds like you had a wild day,” he guides your hand to hold the blunt as he undoes the buttons of your shirt, “and that you need someone to take care of you.”
you nod, feeling the weed fully cloud your mind as jongseob places more hickies on the swell of your breasts. his hand sneaks toward your pants, unbuttoning them and swallowing your gasp with another kiss as his fingers find and rub your clit in little circles over your panties.
“you know what to do, pretty girl.”
you moan quietly and hand him the blunt again, swinging your leg over his and landing in the spot you started in. you pull your pants and panties off in one go, discarding them on the floor as you take the blunt back and lean against the door.
jongseob’s thumb finds your clit this time as his middle finger prods at your entrance. “you’re already soaked, baby,” he comments, watching in awe as he pushes in, pupils widening in lust as you take his finger with no resistance.
he earns a moan from you as he works his finger into your pussy, quickly adding a second and scissoring his fingers, watching your back arch off the door and hips roll up to meet his rhythm.
“such a good girl,” he muses, moving his fingers quicker. “always have been so, so good for me. you look so pretty like this.”
his words and actions draw a high pitched moan from you, only for it to turn into a whine when he suddenly pulls his fingers away. he fumbles with his jeans, pulling them down along with his underwear and letting them pool at his ankles.
jongseob’s hands find your waist and pull you to hover above his cock, perfectly curved and flushed red and leaking at the tip, and he helps you to sink down as both of your moans fill the car.
“fuck,” a kiss is pressed onto your shoulder before he leans his forehead against it. “so tight for me…good girl. my gorgeous good girl.”
you whimper, rocking your hips against jongseob’s as his hands move your shirt off your shoulders, pressing another kiss to the now bare skin, before settling on your waist once again, helping to speed up your movements.
the sound of skin on skin is absolutely filthy as you fuck yourself down into jongseob, your juices already starting to leak as the windows start to fog up.
“seob…fuck…” a broken moan leaves your lips, the mix of pleasure and weed making your climax build at a steady pace.
“i know pretty girl,” he rolls his hips into yours, his dick hitting deeper than before and making you cry out. “you can take it for me. i know you can.”
you pant and take another hit off the almost-finished blunt, blowing the smoke out before you tangle your free hand in jongseob’s hair and tug down hard.
he moans loud, caught off guard by the action as you slam your lips into his. his grip on your waist tightens, sure to leave marks later, as he pulls you down to meet his thrusts.
the action makes your head spin and your moans become increasingly louder while all thoughts slip from your head.
you try to lean forward and press kisses to his neck, but the effort is proven fruitless when he lifts your chin with his finger and takes the blunt from your hand, a whine slipping past your lips.
“ah ah,” he whispers. “let me take care of you tonight.”
he takes the last hit of the blunt, putting it out on the ashtray behind you. he moves the hand on your chin behind your head, slowing his movements as he pulls your mouth to his, shotgunning the smoke into your mouth.
you moan into his mouth as he pulls away again and adjusts his angle, speeding up again, his cock hitting a new spot that has you babbling nonsense and seeing stars.
your hand tugs on his hair again, eliciting a groan from him and a stutter in his hips. “seob…close…”
jongseob reaches between your bodies and returns his thumb to your clit again, rubbing in harsh circles. “me too…let go for me, pretty girl.”
your orgasm hits you like a brick wall as your nails dig into his shoulders, the weed making the release more intense than usual. jongseob follows suit after a few more thrusts, painting your walls white and moaning at the way your pussy squeezes his dick.
he works you through both your highs, pulling his thumb away once your body starts to twitch and guiding you to lean against his chest.
“my pretty girl…did so good for me…such a good girl for me like always…”
you let out tiny acknowledging noises as your hands snake around jongseob’s neck. he holds you for a couple minutes, gently stroking your back until he feels your breathing even out.
he kisses your cheek, getting you to look at him, and then gives you a soft kiss. you reciprocate, relishing in the switch of pace, before he lifts you off of his softening dick and places you on the seat.
he grabs a few tissues from the back pocket of the passenger seat, cleaning and dressing you both. when he finishes, he presses a small kiss to your nose, eliciting a giggle from you that melts his heart.
“stay there baby. i’ll drop you off at home.”
you muster out something incoherent to him, which sounds like an “okay” to him, as he moves the ashtray and its contents into the passenger seat and climbs into the driver’s seat. jongseob drives the short distance to your apartment complex, parking and getting out to help you out of the car.
you hold onto him as he brings you up to your floor, waiting with you at the door as you fumble with your keys.
“my dick really did a number on you tonight, didn’t it?”
jongseob grins as you smack his arm, finally inserting the key and turning the lock. “it was the blunt, actually. but i guess you helped out too.”
he chuckles, kissing your cheek and slipping the bag of weed you didn’t realize wasn’t in your possession into your hand. “i’m serious about not paying me. don’t worry about it tonight.”
“i really appreciate it, seobie. thank you.”
you watch as he smiles shyly at the nickname, ears reddening. “there is one thing you can do to make up for it next time, though.”
“and that is?”
“come to my place. my bed is way comfier than the backseat.”
the fic i wanted to post today may need to be done when i get off of work bc i’m getting low on my meds and i need to find a doctor to get them from asap
