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I wrote a fic while I was in my office because I'm sticking it to the man on my last week.
Zukka, fluff, 2196 word count.
Summary: 5 times Sokka convinces Zuko to blow Ozai's money on stupidly overpriced stuff and the 1 time Zuko buys something expensive without Sokka's knowledge.
Books have always called Yuuri, ever since he was a child. So when he gets the chance to answer the call, he does, even if it implies crossing the milky way in a tiny spaceship with Victor Nikiforov —the man Yuuri has been pining after since they met— by his side.
But a spaceship is not only a vehicle, it can be a prison too (especially if the thing you're running away from is trapped inside it as well)
Excerpt:
"Be-Beka?" Yurio murmurs as soon as he can escape Yuuri's body on top of his. "What…?"
Yuuri manages to raise his head in time to see how Yuri rushes toward his friend and hugs him with all his might. Otabek hugs back with the same devotion as he softly caresses Yurio's hair.
"Why-Why haven't you answered our calls? We thought…" Yurio's voice slowly dies down before he can finish the sentence. He hides his head on Otabek's shoulder instead.
summary: It’s your first time meeting the boys & somehow Taehyung grabs your attention. Your boyfriend, Namjoon didn’t like it. Good thing he knew exactly which buttons to push to get your attention back…literally.
pairing: namjoon x reader (ft. an innocent tae)
genre: smut
warnings: jealous!namjoon, remote-controlled vibrator
wordcount: 1972 w
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“You did WHAT?!”
“C’mon baby, we’ve been together for so long. I think it’s time to meet the boys.”
A sigh passed your lips as you quietly remembered the conversation you had this morning with your boyfriend for a year, Namjoon. The thought had passed your head for a hundred times, and you know no matter what the day will surely come.
The thing is, you didn’t expect it to come today. You haven’t prepared shit, and you’re afraid they won’t like you.
“How can you not tell me this in advance?”
“Jin hyung suggested it first, not me. I mean, I could always tell them that you couldn’t make it. Tae and the others looked thrilled earlier; they’ll probably be devastated; but I guess it’s okay…”
You recalled the face that he made, a smile slowly making its way on his face. He damn well knows which button to push to make you feel things. In this case, guilt.
Those dimples. It’s always those damn dimples.
“Okay, okay! Fine, I’ll come.”
“That’s my girl.”
You made a last check up on your reflection from the elevator’s mirror, eyes fixated on the black pleated casual dress you’re wearing; a gift from Namjoon.
Before he left, he gave you a box with a little handwritten note telling you to wear the things inside it. It was cute and all, but his perverted ass just had to add a flimsy black thong in the collection. The right thing to do at that time was to shove them back inside the box and tell him to go to hell. So, you did the exact opposite.
You were always a sucker for panties, although you noticed the crotch area felt a little weird to your sensitive parts. What’s a little discomfort for a smoking hot pair of panties?
The elevator made a sound as it arrived at the destination, waking you up from your thoughts. It felt like your heart will burst at any given minute, so you took a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator. There, leaning lazily against the wall, was namjoon in an all-black outfit, matching yours.
“Look who has decided to show up.” Namjoon teased, clicking his tongue.
His hands immediately enveloped your whole body, his touch was always warm and you can’t help but smile and hugged him back. Namjoon gave you a peck on the forehead, then took a step back and gave you a quick head-to-toe.
“You wore my present,” He commented, “you look gorgeous.”
“As always” You chuckled, used to his compliments.
“How about the other one?”
“The what?”
“Nothing,” He mumbled, “I’ll find out later anyway.”
Before you could make any type of response, Namjoon took your hands and guided you until you’re both standing in front of the dorm door and pressed in a set of password. Sensing you are being more rigid than usual, Namjoon tightened his hands on yours.
“Just relax, baby. They’ll love you.” He reassured, “Just not too much though, I’ll kill them.”
The door let out a sound as you chuckled at his comment and he pushed it open, revealing a well-sculpted Greek statue standing in front of you; only that it was moving...and talking? Wait, why is it--
“Babe, baby!” You snapped out of your thoughts as Namjoon waved his hands in front of your face.
“It’s okay and perfectly normal to be shocked when you see someone as handsome as me.” A sound came from it—him, “It’s such a Jin hyung thing to say, I’m sorry” He grinned.
You can hear Namjoon scoffing.
“It’s nice to finally meet the one who’s able to handle Namjoon hyung, I’m Tae.” He greeted and held out his hands.
You shyly took it, admiring how long and slender it was, “It’s nice to meet you too.”
Tae was simply enchanting. His eyebrows were on point and his nose, his nose. You’re convinced he was sculpted by an anime-obsessed God. A gift from heaven himself.
“That’s enough, let’s meet the others.” Namjoon interrupted and gave you a gesture to go inside.
The place was way cleaner than you expect a dorm filled with 7 boys to look like, might be because they rarely stayed there with busy schedule overseas. After a little tour, Namjoon finally introduced you to the other members one by one; from Jin to the youngest Jungkook. The nervousness you felt before was unnecessary as they turned out to be extremely nice and welcoming; not to mention drop-dead gorgeous.
As the day goes on, you still found Tae to be the one you’re most comfortable with. You and him has a lot of similar things so your conversation never ran out of topic. You found out that he loves Alina Baraz as much as you do and that he has a Chet Faker album, whom you are obsessed with. Not to mention that you both have the same sense of humor; every joke he made throws you into a fit of laughter. You don’t even realize that the whole time, a vigilant pair of eyes was watching your every move.
After a while, you all moved to the dining room as Jin and Yoongi served dinner. Taehyung pointed on a seat beside him and you sat there, ignoring Namjoon who guided you to your seat on his left, which later Jungkook took. In front of you from left to right was Jimin, Hoseok, Jin and Yoongi.
During dinner, you kept on talking with Tae and discovered his skill in playing the saxophone. You’ve always liked men who play saxophone, the sound soothing and also sensual to your ears. Somehow, you made Taehyung promise to demonstrate his skills to you when he has the time before you go back to devouring the delicious dish that Jin cooked.
“What are you looking at?”
You jumped as a sound come from your right.
“Huh? Um, nothing, why?” A slight blush formed on your cheeks as Namjoon caught you stealing glances at Tae; maybe for the tenth time.
Namjoon briefly looked at Tae, then put his eyes back to you and let out a low laugh, “You know,” He continued softly, “You seem to be getting really close with Tae.”
And that’s when you felt it.
At first it was just a tingling sensation, but then the vibration suddenly thrums into your clit. Your hands shot out to cover your mouth, trying to stifle a cry of surprise that tries to escape. Pleasure like nothing you’ve experienced before shot through your entire body.
Namjoon’s eyes went dark, “You are definitely wearing my present.”
You nearly cried in gratitude when the vibrations subside, leaving you shivering. You were not going to come at a dinner table with six people you’ve just met, who also happened to be top-notch artists. You squeezed your hands, trying to ignore your now throbbing clit.
You glanced around, thankful that everyone was minding their own business. You take this moment to re-think about how your life choices led to this very moment. How stupid must’ve you been to not realize you’re wearing a remote-controlled vibrator? Maybe you’re just as idiot as those girls you see on reality TV shows...maybe more.
You shot a dirty look at Namjoon and murmured, “Are you seriously doing this now?” You lowered the volume of your voice, “What the hell was that?”
Namjoon leaned in, his breath warm and teasing in your ears, “I don’t know, maybe you could ask Taehyung?”
Then he pushed the buttons again.
“Fuck—“
Swear words turned into soft moans, you bite your lips to not let the voice come through. Your breath hitched, and you squirmed as the sensation engulfed your whole body. You moved your butt around in an attempt to alleviate the feeling, but it just made the feeling more intense. You were soaking, and you could only pray it won’t show from your dress.
“Are you okay?”
Through your hazy eyes, you saw Taehyung shooting you a concerned look. You could hear a chuckle coming from Namjoon.
That bitch.
You took a deep breath and tried to keep your calm.
“Me? I’m- I’m fine.” You stuttered, trying to ignore the sensations you are in. The ache between your legs becoming unbearable.
“Are you sure? Because you look quite pale.” Taehyung asked apprehensively. It was getting hard to focus, your eyes becoming blurry.
“Yes, yes. I’m fine. It’s just this dish is just—”
Push.
“so, so…”
Push.
“…good.”
You gripped the edge of the table, feeling the attack on your clit like a burn to your skin.
“I mean it’s—it’s really good.”
You know your voice was coming out strange and that Namjoon was playing with you, but you didn’t care. All thoughts were gone and the only thing you want was more. If Namjoon didn’t stop pushing the buttons, you damn well know you’re going to come apart any time soon.
“What did you put in the dish, hyung?” Hoseok asked Jin, seeing you acting weird.
Now you realized everyone’s attention was onto you. Fuck.
“She’s fine. She just really, really like the food. Isn’t that right baby?” You can’t believe Namjoon had the nerve to speak and low-key mock you as if he’s not the culprit for your current messy being.
Then he pushed again.
Your tight bud of nerves pulsated, the feeling getting more intense and overwhelming.
You began to undulate against the vibrations on your thong, trying to feel even more.
“I’m—I like, yes, yes, yes-”
You were holding on your last thread. You know you’re on your edge, and you’re going to burst.
And then it stopped.
He fucking stopped.
You took a deep breath and glanced around as your eyes are getting clearer. Everyone was looking at you funny; except Namjoon, who’s grinning from ear to ear.
“…can I have some of what she’s having?” You heard Jimin softly asking.
You abruptly rose from your seat, feet still shaking.
“I-I’m sorry, I need to go to the bathroom. Excuse me.” You announced and made your way to the bathroom quickly.
Once there, you tugged the vibrating thong down your legs. It was soaking with your juices and has a thick smell of arousal, as you’d guessed it. You were burning with desire and dying for a release.
As you turned your back,
“Namjoon. Please.”
You were expecting him to follow you, you damn well know he will.
You don’t know who started to move first, but you two become a tangle of mess in a second. Your hand was wrapped around the back of his neck, through his soft hair. Your lips parted in a response to his tongue as it slipped inside, dominating yet caressing. You let out a low groan, a frustated sound, as he nibbled at your lower lip.
The smell of him makes you drunk, drowning you. His touch, the feeling of him; his thick length that seemed to spear right through you.
You pressed your cunt against his knee to gain some friction, needing something, anything, to make the pain go away. He then lets his strong hand fondle your breasts, while he glides another south, cupping your naked pussy.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.” He groaned and without warning dipped two fingers inside of you. You writhe against his fingers, mewling.
“Tell me what you want baby,” He started to make circles, “What do you want?” Your hand was on your mouth now, trying to stifle the moans, “My fingers? My mouth? My cock?”
“Please, please, please.” You moaned, throat dry, “Namjoon, please.”
“Please what?” His hands were now teasing your clit making your eyes flutter.
“Please—anything. Please.”
“Say please, fuck me.” He ordered, and you did.
“Please, fuck me.”
You were so ready; legs spread and filled with expectations.
But then he stopped.
Again.
Fuck.
Instead of replacing it with his cock, Namjoon pulled out his fingers, stepped backward and fixed his outfit like nothing has happened.
Like he didn’t just shoved his tongue down your throat.
Like he didn’t just finger-fucked you and turned you into a whimpering mess.
That fucking bitch just left you hanging.
“We should probably go back before they thought we’re doing something weird.” He nonchalantly announced while you’re just standing there, feet shaking, confused and still dying for a release.
He looked at you from top to bottom, nodding; admiring the way you’re looking right now and how’s that because of him.
He gave you a lopsided grin.
“Wouldn’t want to make your new friend, Taehyung, wait, don’t we?”
i really want to write something for persona 5. either it’s spoilers because it takes place in like october in game which is late or gay, like really gay but i dont know what to write
i dont even know the pairing id be going with because both akira/ryuji and akira/yusuke are so good. hell i might do a ryuji/akira/yusuke thing one day
but i want to write and i dont know what AND I HATE IT
Kady is tired. Too much pretending, too much restraint of emotions. She just had a meeting with Marina, and it went as good as usual. That’s what left her emotionally drained.
So the only thing she wants to do is get into her bed. She hopes when she gets to her room - their shared room - Julia isn’t there yet. She hopes their room is empty so that she doesn’t have to pretend around anyone else tonight.
Instead, when she opens the door, she finds Julia sprawled in her bed and she can’t help but sigh before putting her act back on.
She looks at Julia, who’s playing with her rings and apparently hasn’t seen nor heard Kady come in.
“Hey,” the tallest girl says, while actually entering the room. In response, Julia just grumbles something under her breath, clearly stuttering in the middle of whatever she said. She looks at her again, frowning. “Are you drunk?”
Julia scoffs, but finally looks at Kady. “Since when do you care?”
Kady stops, in between the two beds. She looks at the floor of Julia’s side of the room, there’s two half empty bottles. Then she remembers the amount of empty bottles she’s been seeing in the room lately. It’s a lot of bottles… How did she miss this?
Yeah, Julia thinks she doesn’t care. But the truth is that she does, and that’s the problem. When Julia is around her, her mask crumbles and she falters. It’s like Julia can see right through her, past all the walls and all the pretending she puts on. Which is why she acts like she doesn’t care, why she pushes her apart.
“I do care.” She whispers, almost inaudible. Julia seems to hear it, though. She looks up at her, eyes softer than ever, softer than they were the first time they met and Kady freaked out and acted like a bitch.
She looks at her like she’s tired of pretending too, completely open and vulnerable. The same way Kady feels. And sad, she looks sad and lonely. Like Kady feels.
For the first time in the two months they’ve been at Brakebills, Kady stops pretending, Julia drunk so much that she probably won’t remember anyway. So she sits on Julia’s bed and lets her hand caress Julia’s cheek.
After a few seconds, Julia asks, “why are you here?”
Kady’s lips turn up slightly, eyes focused on the skin under her thumb. “It’s my room too.”
Julia lets out a snort, rolling her eyes at the same time, and shakes her head. “At Brakebills.“
“To find new forms of magic. To protect my family… To protect myself.” For once she’s being honest, even if she isn’t explicitly saying what she’s doing there. And that makes her feel free, even if it’s just for a moment. For once, she doesn’t have to pretend. “What about you?”
Julia takes a deep breath and her eyes light up, as she says, “Magic. It’s in my soul. It’s.. it’s like the secret heart of what I’ve always been.”
“Then why are you getting drunk day in and day out?” Kady asks tilting her head and removing her hand that was still set weirdly over Julia’s chin.
Julia’s eyes follow the hand, instantly missing the touch. She shrugs. “It doesn’t fill me… I–I thought it would but–” Her eyes trail down, going out of focus for a moment. She looks back up at Kady and adds “it’s empty if you aren’t sharing it with someone.”
Kady frowns, “And Quentin?” She knows they were friends before Brakebills, best friends.
Julia scoffs. “Q is all over Alice, Eliot and Margo now. He doesn’t even see me.”
Kady breathes slowly, eyes traveling over Julia’s face, first on her eyes then down to her lips and then back up to her eyes. “Then he’s an idiot.” She says in a whisper, hand going up to put her hair behind her ear and trailing down again to her cheek.
She wants to say something else. She wants to say she’s there. She wants to be there… even if it’s just for one day. Even if it’s just for a few hours. The next morning she’ll be avoiding her again but right now she wants to be there. She needs it. And she thinks, Julia does too.
When she opens her mouth, Julia shifts under her hand, which falls over her pulse point. Julia closes her eyes and sets her own hand over Kady’s. “I’m tired.”
Kady’s voice softens even more. “Then sleep,” she says brushing her thumb over Julia’s knuckles.
Julia hums and leans into Kady’s hand, eyes still closed.
After a few minutes, when Julia is asleep Kady locks their lips softly, the smallest brush but it’s there. “Goodnight, Julia.”
The next morning, Kady pretends it never happened.
The next morning, Julia pretends she doesn’t remember.
