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[stray-kaz]

Of Space and Stardust : a Kim Taeho x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Taeho hasn't known a scrap of peace since Suni was swept away to the stars. You can't give him peace, but you can give him an intermission between the chaos outside and the grief within.

18+

The Victory was silent for once. Only the vibration of the electronic systems could be heard, the great engine slumbering. You padded from your room in patchwork socks, peeking in on Tiger and the captain as you made your way through the spacecraft to the cockpit.

As Taeho wasn't in his room, you knew he'd be there instead. Fitful and restless, anchored in one place for refueling and repairs. If he couldn't move, he couldn't search, and if he couldn't search, what was his purpose?

He shifted in his seat when you opened the door, turning his head just enough for you to see one eye, dark and tired. He was tired to his bones, you knew. The kind of weary that bruised a soul. You closed the door and he sat up a little higher.

"You shouldn't be here" he said, and your earpiece crackled gently to life as his words were translated midair. "You should be sleeping."

"I could say the same about you" you replied, and he frowned as your words reached him.

"Actually, you should be on a craft with people who speak your language. Isn't it too difficult like this?"

"I don't know, Tae. Is it?"

He glanced down at your brightly coloured socks as you approached his seat, the hint of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. Like a magnet, your hand was pulled to his hair, your fingers raking through it. His almost smile faltered as his eyes slid shut.

"You shouldn't be here" Taeho repeated himself, but there was no conviction in his speech, no resistance in his body as you climbed up onto the seat and settled in his lap.

"The bed is hard and cold anyway" you murmured, tucking your head against his shoulder.

"Better than the floor, no?"

"Not much, Tae. At least it's warm in here."

He didn't bother to mention it was one step above a fridge in the cockpit, and that it was his warmth you were stealing, your hands slipping up underneath his flight jacket and worn-out cotton layers to settle against his stomach. It wasn't the first time this had happened, and he doubted it would be the last, as long as the both of you still breathed in the starlight. The only thing that had changed between then and now was you were more sure of yourself, and of him. The first time, you had run your mouth about the importance of consent right up until he had covered it with his hand and pushed inside you.

Now, it was as if you were able to feel the vibrations of discontent rolling off him from the other end of the ship, waking you and bringing you in here to him, to climb into his lap and press cold hands against his skin. He couldn't think love, but he definitely something-ed you for it.

You nuzzled against his neck and he lifted his chin so you could press closer, finding solace in the hollow of his throat.

"The captain will float us both if she finds you doing this" Taeho murmured, one hand moving to rest on the back of your head; he felt it shake, felt your exhaled breath on his skin, sending warmth flowing to his toes.

"You really think she doesn't know?" you asked him, not lifting your head. "The illustrious Captain Jang knows all, Kim Taeho. And I tend to look at you more than anyone else."

His chest rose and fell slightly quicker.

"Well, maybe you should stop."

Empty words.

"Do you want me to?"

"No."

You smiled and he felt it, pressed into his skin like a secret.

After a while, your breathing evened out and he thought you had gone to sleep, but he was proven wrong when he felt a soft kiss against his pulse, a flutter of feeling zipping up his spine, a universal language. Taeho didn't need a translator to understand you like this. Whether or not you were trying to distract him from his cares, it didn't matter when your hips were rocking on their own and your breathing was speeding up against his throat.

"Yah" he interrupted quietly. "This isn't really the place, jagiya. The door doesn't lock."

But his body was responding, so you had something to rub over, and his protests fell on two sets of deaf ears. The others were sleeping, and you were being quiet, so what harm?

Your breaths continued to quicken until you were panting, rutting in his lap as if you were starved for affection. Taeho's rapidly fraying mind searched desperately for the last time: two weeks ago, curled up tightly together on his bunk, two questions looking for an answer, bare and silent under his blanket. And in the ensuing weeks, he had hardly had the time to hold your hand, so maybe you were starving.

He clasped the sides of your face, gently drawing your head up toward him. Your face was warm to the touch, your eyes hazy, pupils huge and black. He swept your hair back from your temples, back behind your ears. He murmured to you, but he was fairly sure it didn't matter whether your earpiece worked or not because he didn't think your mind was processing anything but need.

Taeho tossed his last vestige of control out into the sea of stars and kissed you, light as a feather. He had been a soldier, a killer, a father, now he was a pilot. He was still all of those things and always would be, but with you, he was a pillar of feeling, holding you up, leaning into you, searing from the inside out.

You whispered his name into his mouth, grinding against him with renewed fervor as he kissed you soft and slow, the sweetness of his actions at odds with the pulsing ache between your thighs. There was barely enough room on the pilot seat for both of you, and it creaked in protest as its supports rocked with your movements.

You whimpered quietly, the sound short and pained, and Taeho pulled away to look at you, his hands sliding down to cradle your jaw.

"What is it? Do you want your bed? Or my bed? I told you this place wasn't ideal, jagiya" he reminded you, kissing the tip of your nose. "There's no room -"

He was cut off as you interrupted, keeping up with his translated words in spite of the cotton wool muffling your brain.

"Don't need room" you argued. "Just need your hands."

His eyebrows arched at once and his lips curved into a faint smile. He set the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip and tugged gently, the rest of his fingers still sweeping your jaw.

"My hands?" he repeated, just to see you nod dreamily. "Where?"

Kim Taeho loved this part, the bit where you lost your head just enough. He'd never tell you, because he knew you liked it when he peeled away all your layers and laid his hands on you, but he all but lived for the moments like this one where you were too impatient, too greedy for him to wait for that.

You shuffled backwards off him and onto the floor, careful not to bump against any of the controls. The engine was off, but it didn't hurt to be careful. Taeho shifted in his seat, gaze fixed to you as you shimmied out of your cargo pants and the bright red underwear beneath them. He outright grinned when the socks stayed on. You reached out with both hands to touch the lines fanning out from his eyes, but he just grabbed you and tugged you backwards into his lap, half naked and wriggling.

"Shhh" he whispered in your ear, your translator crackling with how close his voice was. "Sit still or you'll fall off."

You stilled, just enough, but your body still thrummed with the urge to move, shuddering gently on top of his. Then Taeho rested his hands on your thighs, tiny shocks spreading out from beneath his palms. He gently shifted you until your hips were tilted and legs spread, hooked open over each of his. He felt your breath hitch, your back moving against his chest, as his fingers danced, tracing tiny circles up the insides of your thighs, getting closer and closer.

"Tae" you whispered. "Do not make me beg."

Behind you, where you couldn't see, he smiled.

"Never, jagiya" he murmured, and he carefully dragged his fingers up the seam of you.

Your breath hitched higher and you swallowed a whimper, determined to be quiet in this not at all private cockpit. But breath rushed out of you in quick, hot pants all the same when his touch migrated to your clit, the roughened pads of his fingers circling lightly as he listened to you. You reached down for his free hand, squeezing it tightly. He accepted this, hooking his chin over your shoulder as he watched his fingers work you up.

"Kim Taeho, I -"

No. He couldn't let you say it. He couldn't let himself hear it, so instead, he plunged one finger inside you and your confession was stifled mid moan. This was easier, easier to listen to you hitch and pant and moan as he added another finger and the heel of his palm ground roughly against your clit. He could give and give and give, but he couldn't take that secret; it would burn him alive.

Taeho stroked that rough spot inside you and felt your thighs start to shake, a gentle tremble that slowly rocked all the way down to your toes, curling tightly in your socks. You tried to relax against him, but the heat in your belly was coiling tight, and your hips stiffened in expectation. He felt it and tilted his head to kiss your cheek. You'd gone into your mind instead of your body.

"Easy" he said softly. "It won't come if you don't let go."

He carefully freed his hand from your grasp and gently turned your head, fingers on your jaw, to kiss you once more, soft and molten, his lips open against yours. He kept his other hand moving, fingers pressing deep, rough palm rubbing sparks into your clit.

You both felt it at almost the same time, the knot tearing wide open, heat flooding down, down as your body pulsed, hot and tight, around his fingers, too many times to count. Taeho gently pulled his fingers free as you moaned into his mouth, breath trembling. He kissed you gentle, slow, winding you back down until you started to shift restlessly on his lap again.

You eventually eased off him again on shaky legs, turning to face him with burning cheeks and dazed eyes. He watched you calmly, even though he was roiling on the inside, aching to hold you in his hands, to touch you again. If that was all you had found him for tonight, that was fine. But you reached for the top of his pants, freeing the button and pulling the zip down slowly. For some reason, you couldn't meet his gaze, so he let you be shy, just watched you up close while you weren't looking at him.

As you tugged, Taeho shifted his hips for you to pull his cargos and underwear down just enough. You didn't waste time; you climbed atop him again, body trembling in anticipation. He held still for you, waiting. When you didn't move, he reached up to cup the side of your face.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly. "There isn't a lot of space on this seat. You might be uncomfortable."

You slowly shook your head at him.

"Just hold me."

Taeho nodded.

"I can do that."

He held your hips firmly, helping you to sink down, eyes fixed on your face as your body engulfed him, your lashes fluttering and lips parting to round into an 'o'. You always looked surprised when you took him, like you'd forgotten how it felt.

He was right: the pilot seat was cramped with the two of you, you ending up curled against him, hips flush, barely space enough to move, but you managed. A slow grind that had your eyes fighting to close, that pushed him deeper into you, finding the end of you. The heat that built between your two bodies was almost unbearable, still mostly dressed as you were, his hands grasping at your hips, pulling you down onto him as hard as he could, breathing unsteadily against your hair.

You tilted your head as best you could and dragged your lips along his jaw, wrapped your arms around his shoulders and clung to him, riding him in sharp, jerky bursts that made breathing hurt, every pull of air like fire in your lungs. But you needed it, needed to feel this ache, burn, this wringing out of your soul as you floated, anchored amongst the stars.

You needed Taeho. A sharp hiss escaped his lips and you realised through your daze that you had said it out loud. You pulled away from him, but a strong hand gripped the back of your neck and hauled you straight in again, his mouth opening beneath yours, swallowing your moans as his hips snapped up into you, firm and endless, until they stuttered and pressed, stilling, against yours and you swallowed down his sound of relief.

Tacky with sweat, you pulled your mouth from his and pressed your forehead to his, breathing hard. His eyes were only half open, dark and damp, galaxies swirling in their depths.

"Tae, I -"

He stopped you again, shaking his head against yours, even as you threaded your fingers through his black hair and tugged, insistent but gentle. This time, though...

"I know" he murmured. "Don't say it. I know."

He kissed your cheek and helped you to stand, quickly redressing himself before easing you back into your underwear and pants, kissing your hip before his chance was gone once again.

He walked with you back down the corridor to your room and the narrow bunk that awaited you. At the door, you turned to face him, looking up. Your mind faltered, bravery failing you, so instead of saying something romantic and stupid that he was sure to dismiss, you just leaned up to kiss the corner of his mouth and whispered, "Goodnight, Tae."

Then before he could respond, you had already ducked into your room and disappeared, the door closing between you both. He shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at it.

"Goodnight, jagiya. I do, too."

Tagging: @writingmysanity

[writingmysanity]

MY HEART DANGGIT

He deserves okay? I just love him, your honor.

[rainbowpitofdoom]

Creepypasta Incorrect Quotes #1

Erin: I can't imagine what Brandon is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.

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Erin: Why would anyone want to harm Brandon? Tyler: Maybe because they met them?

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Erin: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life. Brandon: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind? Erin: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die. Tyler: Edible.

[stray-kaz]

Remember To Smile : a Moon Baek x f!reader drabble

Summary: He's always been told to smile. Smile if you want to be loved. Look happy even if your life is falling apart. But you don't require that of him. You just want the truth of him.

A/N: Sorry if this is bad? I'm rusty with angst.

The little rooftop apartment was quiet and dark, the only sound your breath. That is, until the brief grate of a key in the lock and the spill of automatic light spreading across the entryway. You sat up, bleary eyed, one hand already slipping beneath the pillow for the pocket sized gun Baek insisted you keep.

A tall shadow slipped into your bedroom, preceding a familiar voice.

"Put it away. It's only me."

Your fingers slipped away from the weapon, relief washing through you as you recognised Baek. You struggled to sit up under the weight of blankets, but he waved a dismissive hand at you.

"Don't. I'm coming to you."

You paused, watching him as your eyes slowly adjusted to the dark. His one blue eye gleamed brighter than the brown, giving him away, but he avoided your gaze, looking down as he slowly removed his clothes.

Something was...off.

"You don't usually come here" you reminded him quietly.

Baek's eyes flicked to you in the shadows, but he only shrugged. You pushed, just a little.

"I usually come to the penthouse. You're too busy to come to me."

Silence.

"Moon Baek. Look at me."

He looked.

"Open your mouth and speak."

He bared his teeth. Ignoring his half snarl and previous instruction to stay put, you shoved the blankets off and pushed onto your knees, shivering slightly as you moved across the bed to reach him. He stayed perfectly still, waiting for you to wrap your arms around him, knowing it was going to happen no matter what he did.

His skin was warm, only barely touched by the chill air in the room. You pressed yourself closer, hands sliding over the slope of his shoulders and down his back, fingertips tracing over every dip and old scar with the ease and familiarity given you by time and times again of touching him.

You felt tension slowly bleed out of him and the weight of his cheek coming to rest on your head.

"Baek" you said softly. "What happened?"

He sighed.

"Jake."

Baek felt his ebbed tension return in your body instead, your spine stiffening under his palms and your nails digging ever so slightly into the skin of his back. Your words, when you spoke, cracked like ice.

"What about him, Baek-i?"

He found himself smiling faintly at your reaction, always ready to go to war to protect him against the smallest slight.

"He thinks I'm outliving my usefulness. The plan isn't going to plan. It's like being a kid again, being told to smile. I can be loved if I smile. I can be loved if I'm useful. Well, I'm not smiling now."

You pulled back to glimpse his face in the darkness. He looked drained, and not just from the cancer slowly eating away at him from the inside. You bracketed his face between your palms and leaned up to kiss his forehead. Then his eyes, first brown then blue, then his nose and finally his mouth, unsmiling, a gentle pout.

"You don't have to smile to be loved" you whispered to him. "You don't have to exceed expectations. You just are loved. I love you, Moon Baek-i. Promise."

Baek reached up to take one of your hands, gentle manipulating your fingers until your pinkie hooked around his, followed by the gentle press of his thumb pad on yours.

"Promise" he whispered back, his breath stirring your hair. "No takebacks."

You grinned at him through the dark.

"No takebacks."

Tagging: @writingmysanity

[writingmysanity]

Didn't reblog this, and I meant to. Woke up this morning after huge ass feels from a concert to rolling feels about THIS MAN.

One- rude.

Two- DAMN RIGHT

Moon baek deserves all of the love and affection. No smiles needed.

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

I'm so sorry. seeing you appear back on tumblr suddenly is always a delight, BUT this time just has me dying.

I'm sorry about your emo Irish boy.

So am I

he was so, so sexy, but then he cheated on me with, like, 17 of my coworkers on Christmas, left me for one, then she was smug about it at work, then he cheated on her and left her! And everyone was sympathetic toward her and not me, because no one knew about me dating my emo Irish boy because I don’t like to advertise my love life!

[writingmysanity]

Holy shit, darling??? Want me to knock him around a bit??

I don't advertise, either, but I haven't really TRIED in about a decade.

[stray-kaz]

Hands Off : an Ahn Suho x f!reader drabble

Summary: You are Suho's girlfriend, off the market, not for public use. Beomseok didn't get the memo. He's going to get it now.

A/N: Contains some violence, nothing overly vicious, fairly Suho canon compliant.

Your spine felt numb, pushed to the wall too long. Backpack by your foot, full of study notes from Sieun in return for "taking Suho off his hands". Panic trapped in your windpipe, you could barely breathe around it, you wished with all your might that one of the boys would show up. Suho with his calm eyes and clever fists, or Sieun with his righteous rage and his pen.

Oh Beomseok had you pinned. He wasn't even touching you, not yet, but his hands were planted on the wall either side of your head and he leaned over you, glancing between your wide eyes and your tightly swallowing throat.

"Why does Suho get everything?" he muttered, glaring. "Why does he deserve it and I don't? He has the looks, the muscle, the girl. Why does he get to have you? Why?"

You blinked, frozen, a trapped statue.

"Suho is - " you started, quiet, dry mouth muffling your words.

Beomseok only glowered more.

"Suho is what?" he demanded.

You swallowed and tried again.

"...good. Suho is good."

His eyes narrowed.

"He's good? Well, let me show you bad."

Then he kissed you, if you could call it that. It was more a forced clash, his teeth grinding on yours.

It lasted a panicked, pained few seconds before he was torn away from you. You tasted blood and opened your eyes. Sieun was standing with his back to you, clearly guarding, and his broad shoulders blocked your view, but looking around him, you could see your boyfriend had Beomseok tight by the collar, his knuckles so taut you could almost hear the skin creak.

The other boy was already bleeding, but Suho didn't care as he hauled back and cracked him across the face again.

"Hands off!" he snarled, and smacked Beomseok a third time; blood flowered from his mouth. "My girlfriend!"

You dodged Sieun and ran to Suho, staying far enough back that he wouldn't accidentally clip you when his arm flew back once more.

"Ahn Suho!"

He stopped, turned, fury gaze softening to something molten and warm.

"Jagi...he hurt you" he offered, simple, easy, pure.

You nodded.

"I know. But you'll kill him. Don't cross the line."

Suho dropped his arm, knuckles bloody. He sighed. Then he glanced at Beomseok again.

"Touch her again and I'll finish you off" he warned, voice dark like his eyes.

Beomseok shook visibly in front of you as Sieun handed you your backpack and Suho took your hand in his unsullied one. They bracketed you easily as you walked away together. Suho didn't look back.

Tagging: @writingmysanity

[writingmysanity]

HOLY MOLY

YES

[stray-kaz]

Comfort Me Wrong : a Baku x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Having always been caught in the middle of Baekjin and Baku, the tension finally pushes you in the best, wrong direction.

A/N: This reader is the same in In The Mud and Dirt. It's just out of order.

18+

You lounged on Baekjin's pristine couch, your back against one end and your feet in his lap. He hadn't pulled them up himself or given you explicit permission, he had just...allowed it. Like he allowed everything to do with you.

It was an oddly simple arrangement. You kept away from Baku and he allowed you to put your feet in his lap, he allowed you to hug him but he never hugged you back, he allowed you to stay with him and sleep in his bed, but only ever on the one side and he never touched you, he allowed you to speak without first being spoken to.

Carrying on friendships with both of them had proven nearly impossible; it was the one thing you ever did that brought that cold gleam into Baekjin's eyes. So as much as you adored Baku and his sunny smiles, you kept him at arms length, in the distance, just like how Baekjin did to you.

"Yah."

You glanced up, his quiet voice breaking you out of deep thought, unaware your feet were pressing down in his lap, toes curling against his pants. He was staring at you, his mouth set hard, eyes coal dark.

You yanked your feet away, drawing your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around your legs.

"Sorry" you mumbled.

"You touch me too much."

You blinked rapidly and stared back at him, trying to ignore the burn flaring behind your eyes.

"I thought you didn't mind" you said in a small voice.

Baekjin sighed and stood up, looking down at you.

"Whoever told you that?"

Tears threatening, feeling like you might throw up, you unfolded yourself from your tight knot of limbs and slowly stood, doing your best to appear stable and not shaky at all. Your heart hurt. He never had any idea.

You walked calmly to the door and shuffled into your boots, not bothering to tie the laces. Footsteps sounded behind you, but you didn't turn. You couldn't bear to see his face.

"Where are you going?"

"Somewhere else. I'll find a different bed to sleep in for the night. Don't wait up for me."

You almost convinced yourself you felt the ghost of his touch on the back of your jacket, his hand trying to keep you there, but you didn't look back.

Muscle memory took you straight to the one place you had promised Baekjin with your silence that you would never return to. You gazed at Baku's front door for what like a million years before it opened and he stood in the way, eyeing you uncertainly as if you might bite.

"How did you know I was out here?" you asked, sounding a little numb.

He shrugged.

"Saw you coming. Took you a while."

You glowered at him.

"That's because you live on a hill so steep it would make Sisyphus cry, Park Hu-min."

Baku blinked.

"Who?"

You rolled your eyes, pushing down the traitorous purr in your mind from the sight of him. It had been too long, and he just stood still in the doorway while your eyes raked over him, drinking him in.

The confession was simple, but rending.

"I've missed you."

Before he could even open his mouth to reply, you burst into tears. And because this was Baku, not Baekjin, he tsked quietly and pulled you into his arms, right up against his heartbeat where he was warmest. Your arms found their old familiar place around his back, fingers crinkling his hoodie.

Baku muttered to himself as he guided you forward into the house and kicked the door closed behind you. He led you into the cramped living area and tugged you to sit down beside him, though a rather loud and annoying part of him wanted you in his lap instead. He ignored this and smiled at you, rubbing your knee.

"What did he do?" he asked, right to the heart of you.

You shuffled closer on the floor and leaned your head on his shoulder.

"He said I touch him too much."

Baku stiffened unexpectedly next to you before relaxing again.

"What? You hug him too much or something? He doesn't know how to hug."

You raised and dropped your shoulders and he wrapped an arm around you again.

"Lucky for you, I'm very good at hugging. That's obviously why you missed me."

You tilted your head to look at him.

"I didn't even know I was walking here until I was out of breath from that damn hill, Baku."

He shrugged.

"I'm used to it."

"I missed you, lunkhead."

"So you said."

"Have your grades improved?"

"Not much. You're not around to help."

You smiled weakly down at his hand still resting on your knee.

"Have you missed me?" you asked, unaware until just then how desperate you were to hear one of your boys tell you that you mattered.

Baku stared at you like you'd grown a second head.

"Yes! Are you stupid? Aishh, I thought you were the smart one."

He reached out and held your face in his hands, warm and slightly rough from fighting and hurting and healing. He was holding you so gently you could cry all over again. You blinked hard.

"Hu-min, can I have another hug?"

You barely managed to get the words out in a strangled whisper, but he heard, and he understood. He hauled you full bodied into his arms and suddenly you were on his lap, toes curling against the floor either side of him, chest to chest, breathing rapidly calming hiccups against his neck.

The one thing you knew would never change about Baku was his general temperature: he was always warm. Melting chocolate warm, and you curled into him, arms around his neck.

He held you firmly, not too tight. He knew that pressure was important to you, but too tight made you feel trapped. He stared opposite your shoulder at a dull spot on the wall, trying not to think about how good your weight was, pressed all against him like this.

Baku noticed before you did the exact moment when your hips lined up seamlessly with his. He should have known it would happen eventually, with how he had pulled you over on top of him, opening you up to wrap around him. But now he was in trouble.

And he knew when you realised. He heard your breath hitch, felt your fingers curl in his hair, your palms warm and sliding hesitantly up the back of his neck. The air he was breathing suddenly felt thick and hot, like breathing in shower steam.

Baku murmured your name and you very slowly lifted your head off his shoulder to face him. You were fairly certain you were flushed pink, but when his pupils exploded, you knew for sure. His lazy day sweatpants did nothing; you could feel him, nestled snug against you, not a trace of embarrassment in his face. He just shrugged again, his big shoulders jostling your arms slightly.

"I missed you" he said softly, again.

It was what you believed you wanted: someone to need you back, to call you precious and to look at you with the molten warmth Baku was presenting you with now.

You took a deep, heart steadying breath and said the words that you knew would change everything.

"How much?"

His breath exhaled in a rush of "this much", then his mouth was branding yours, all heat and marshmallow sweetness. He must have been devouring them before you arrived, and the soft taste made you push further into him, your hands tunneling into his hair.

You shoved the quiet protesting voice into the back of your mind, the one that said this should be a different boy, a different mouth you were kissing. You welcomed the voice that clamored for Baku, for his mouth on yours, for his hands on you, for the heat of his skin under your own hands. You welcomed the possibility of a big change.

Baku grunted quietly when you tugged on his hair and wrapped his arms around your lower back, anchoring you firmly against him, the blunt feel of him making you whimper into his mouth. The temperature in the room drove upward and as if sensing this, Baku pushed his hand into your hair and lifted it off the back of your neck, creating a makeshift ponytail with his fist. The other hand slid up the back of your shirt, warm and sure.

He took his mouth away and smiled when you chased, eyes half lidded, searching for his lips again. Your cheeks were more flushed already, your lips swollen, most of the gloss shine gone.

"Be patient" he murmured. "I think you'll like this, too."

You opened your mouth to ask, but the question turned into a breathless nothing sound as his mouth brushed beneath your jaw, the tip of his tongue pressing out to taste your pulse. Your thighs shook over him and his hands landed on them, soothing and keeping you still, held open as you shifted back and forth restlessly, fighting his casual strength.

"Baku!" you pleaded, loud and uncontrolled.

His thumbs swept across your inner thighs at the same time he sucked harder at your skin, dragging it against his teeth and making you dig your hips into his like you wanted to climb into his clothes with him. You felt his smile press against you.

"Told you" he teased.

He trailed down to where your neck met your shoulder and sucked softly, reveling in how you mewed and rocked against him, your fingers locked tight in his hair. Then he bit down and you moaned, sweet to his ears, and ground down hard onto him, a little too desperate but unable to think about caring.

Baku groaned and let go of your hair to slide that hand down your back and onto your ass, keeping you right there as your hips made little jerks, searching. He tipped your chin with a thumb and finger, holding your delirious face moments from his. He hooked you in and kissed you gently, tasting your ragged breaths in and desperate moans out.

He murmured your name, lips rubbing against yours. You blinked dazedly at him, overpowered by his warmth and the sudden build of heat between you, culminating in an almost painful ache between your legs.

"Mmm?" you mumbled weakly.

Baku smiled and gently thumbed your cheek.

"This isn't my first rodeo, but it's yours. No pressure" he said softly.

You felt fresh warmth flood your cheeks, but you didn't look away from his eyes.

"How do you know that?" you asked shyly.

Baku just continued watching you in weighted silence, unwilling to give words to the answer. He let you move first, waited until your lips whispered over his again before he let himself believe this could really happen. Your weight settled over him wasn't a dream and you weren't about to get up and walk out of his life, leave him all over again.

He tore his mouth away from yours and spoke quietly into your ear.

"I can take care of you."

You shivered, your spine arching, pushing you even tighter onto him, dragging a wanton whine up your throat. He huffed a laugh.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? To be looked after instead of doing it all yourself."

Without waiting for an answer, he pushed up from the floor and you wrapped your legs around him with a surprised yelp. Burying your burning face in the side of his neck, you inhaled the faint scent of his soap and whatever shampoo he used in his hair. You felt your bones liquefy when he laid you down flat on the rumpled bedding he hadn't tidied away from that morning and then straightened to close his bedroom door.

Baku crouched to look at you, blinking blown eyes at him and instinctively closing your knees together. He shook his head at you and gently pulled them apart, leaving his hands on them.

"None of that" he told you.

He ran his hands up your legs and eased them open, reaching your thighs and suddenly dragging you down closer to him. He locked gazes with you and cocked his head to one side.

"Do you know what you want?"

His words were simple, but his gaze was not, and you threw your head back to avoid his eyes, burning up. Then suddenly, your vision was blacked out, your shirt being pulled up and over your head, thrown over Baku's shoulder to a distant corner of the room. Before you could be embarrassed, he was pressed over you, between your legs, and his mouth was on your throat.

"Hu-min" you gasped quietly, as his teeth loved bruises onto you and his hands swept down your sides.

"Uh?" he queried, raising his head to look at you.

You blushed a glorious shade of sunset he was going to burn into his mind to remember forever.

"It opens in the front."

It took him a few seconds to register, but then his gaze slowly lowered to the front of your bra. Just as you said, a pink jewel clasp was nestled between your breasts, rising and falling with the motion of your breathing, waiting for him.

Taking you by surprise, he tugged his own hoodie and t-shirt off before tending to you. He glimpsed your surprise and smiled, just a hint of mischief.

"Skin to skin feels best" he assured you. "Just you wait."

He inched closer again, but before he could unclasp, you stopped him with a hand on his stomach. He paused, looking down at your fingers spread against him.

"Let me look" you said quietly, firmly. "Please."

Baku sat back on his bare heels, arms loose by his sides. He felt your attention like physical touch, your gaze brushing his skin as surely as if it were your fingers tracing over his chest and down the firm planes of his stomach. He tucked two fingers in the waistband of his grey sweats, pulled them slightly away from his body to adjust; he was even harder now, and you hadn't so much as touched him.

And then you were rising, up on your knees, and you were touching him, gentle hesitant hands sliding over his body, from his broad shoulders to the tense bones in his wrists and then in to the bluntness of his hips. Gingerly, you settled your hand over the front of his sweatpants, curling your fingers and Baku moaned quietly, his hips twitching. He didn't tell you to stop or ask for more, he just reached between your breasts and carefully flicked the clasp open.

You bit your lip on a gasp as the soft cups fell open, revealing to sober eyes your even softer skin. Baku slid the straps down your arms and pulled you against his chest, your moan muffling in the skin of his collarbone. Your nipples were tight and aching as they dragged against his chest. Baku pulled back just enough to give his hands room to slide up your stomach and cup you gently, rolling your nipples against his thumbs. You whimpered, the sensation completely new and utterly exquisite.

"Baku" you whispered, not fully trusting your voice. "I want to have sex."

He nodded.

"We'll get to that" he assured you. "But you'll come first."

He thought you would forget to touch him as you drowned in the fresh pleasure making your knees shake, so he was surprised when he felt your hand push shyly into his sweats and wrap around him, surprised by the tiny "oh" of shock that eked past your lips.

"It's okay" he told you, murmuring against your temple. "Please."

He kissed you, murmuring his appreciation into your mouth as you gently tightened your grasp of him and stroked firmly, stuttering a little when he continued to play with your breasts, his touch light and warm, teasing. Gentle pulls on your nipples arrowed shards of desire between your legs, and you shifted your weight on your knees, rubbing your thighs together.

Baku noticed. Torn between the sweet agonised sounds of pleasure you were muffling in his kiss and the intention to give more, he quickly decided to head south. Pinching you gently in goodbye, he smoothed his hands back down your body and around to the front of your jeans, easily thumbing the button open and dragging the zip down fast.

Still kissing him, you barely noticed what he was doing until your jeans were pushed past your thighs and a strong, warm hand was working its way into your underwear. You gasped in surprise, embarrassment rearing, and you grabbed his wrist, but at that exact moment a gentle finger brushed against your clit and lightning zagged up your spine. You let go of Baku's wrist and he kissed your forehead.

"I told you" he whispered. "I can take care of you."

You were glad you were already on your knees, because his touch would have brought you there otherwise. Your head thudded against his shoulder, desperate sounds falling out of you as he worked magic on your body, his fingers sliding more easily the wetter you got.

And then the touches were gone and you whined against his fevered skin, pulling on him inside his sweats, frustrated. He huffed, amused again.

"Wait. I'm just...there you are."

He sighed this last as a strong finger pushed up into you, a prolonged moan of surprise and ache forcing its way up your throat. Gentle thrusting eased you open, murmured words of reassurance falling into your ears as you fluttered around his intrusion. He tipped your head up with a finger to see your eyes, dazed and cloudy with need. Need for him. He twitched in your hand.

"Ready for another one?" he asked quietly.

You nodded, lips parted on a word you didn't have another thought to say. Baku touched his lips to yours again, happy to breathe in your frantic gasp as he pushed in a second digit, stretching you with care. He pumped slow and steady until your breaths hitched and a soft, unsteady whine of his name passed your lips.

"Okay" he muttered.

He gave you years of restrained desire with deep, hard plunges of his fingers, years of walking you home from school to guard you and keep you safe with loud pleas of your name, years of watching you pine after Baekjin with a rough thumb on your clit, delicate brushing strokes that broke you down the middle and left you shuddering against his shoulder, tensing and fracturing around his fingers.

Baku carried you through it and then withdrew his hand slowly, carefully watching your face for signs of pain as his fingers left your body. All he saw was disappointment as he left you emptied. He kissed your pink swollen mouth and guided you onto your back on the messy bedding, your hands dropping to either side of you as you looked up at him. His hands gripped your jeans and pulled them the rest of the way off, followed quickly by your underwear.

This time you didn't try to hide yourself, not even as he settled down on his stomach between your spread knees and stared, brown eyes wide and pleased.

"I knew you'd be pretty" he mumbled, seemingly to himself.

Heat flooded your face all over again and you were about to attempt to close your legs when his shoulders stopped them.

"No" he said softly, blinking up at you. "If we're doing this, we're doing it properly."

Before you could ask what that meant, he kissed you, right between your thighs, giving you no time to doubt. Immediately, he groaned, almost drowning out your pitchy moans as his tongue filled the gap his fingers had left empty, his hands holding your thighs open as they threatened to close around his ears. Your hips jerked violently, but he continued, unbothered by your uncontrolled attempts to smother him.

"B-Baku!" you wailed breathlessly, already feeling a second wave cresting not far behind the last.

He hummed and pushed you to the brink, dark eyes watching as you reached down to him with both hands and grabbed his hair, pulling him closer; his nose bumped your clit and you whined, high and gasping, fingers tangling tightly in his hair as you came apart again, trembling under him.

When you had stopped shaking, Baku gently eased your fingers from his hair and freed his head and shoulders from the trembling iron grip of your thighs. He slowly kissed the side of your knee before sliding his palms up your thighs, soothing your twitching hips.

"Yah" he said gently, running his fingertips lightly across your eyelids. "You okay?"

'Jagi' was on the tip of his tongue, but he was too afraid you'd dress and run if he acted too fond. He had the strongest sense that he was just borrowing you.

You managed to nod, shifting under him.

"Mhm" you mumbled. "What was that?"

He grinned, laughing low and quiet; the sound made you twitch and open your eyes, pull your legs up until they hooked around his waist. Baku glanced down at the sudden pressure, eyebrows raised.

"You're sure you're not done?" he asked.

You shook your head.

"I told you, I want to have sex" you murmured. "Today. Now. With you."

A jolt ran the length of his spine, and that was before you reached between your bodies and dragged your palm over him again, your eyes wide and begging. He groaned quietly.

"Please" you whispered. "I need this now."

Baku stood and quickly stepped out of his sweatpants while you watched, before kneeling between your legs once more and tugging on your hips. Your legs fell apart on instinct and he sank his teeth into his own lip. He'd never been good at saying no to you, and he couldn't do it now either as he lined up with you, listening to you panting in anticipation.

He went in slow, so slow, locking his jaw when you whimpered and moaned, the stretch of him burning all the way up your spine. The stretch blurred into pleasure and you lifted your hips toward him, taking him the last devastating inch. A ripple of desire passed from his eyes all the way to his jaw, which unhinged slightly as he felt you all around him, velvet and welcoming.

You felt him settle inside you, deep as he could go, and then heard a shaky whimper in your ear as he pressed the side of his head to yours. Warm skin pressed against yours all the way down, his hair already sweat damp. You shifted slightly on the messy bedding and he groaned at you, rocking his hips a little without effort.

"Not hurting you?" he asked, words muffled in the warm skin of your neck.

You shook your head and raised your legs to wind them snug around his hips and he panted against you for a few seconds before regaining some control and sweeping his hands up your thighs and around your back, holding you firmly as his hips worked against you.

You gasped, squeezing your eyes tightly shut as you felt him brush deep inside you. Your hands scrabbled up his back to his neck and then to his hair again, finding purchase where you'd messed it up earlier. Baku grunted at the faint sting in his scalp, his hips snapping forward in response.

Heat blossomed inside you, gilded your skin and tinted your cheeks as you felt him move, giving himself over to you again and again, heavy breathing and grinding deep, hips twisting against yours, strong arms pulling you ever closer, chest to chest, not an inch spared.

You weren't sure where you ended and Baku started, just that his heartbeat mixed with yours and you breathed his air and you knew you'd never been so full in your life.

You wriggled a little beneath him, gasping when he pressed sharply against a sensitive spot that dragged your hips into a spasm you hadn't felt before. He felt it and pulled his head up to find your gaze.

"Baku..." you panted. "Please?"

He bumped his nose onto yours.

"Please? What?" he asked, kissing you gently; he relished the gasp against his mouth when his hips angled up again.

"Do it again...!" you pleaded, groaning.

He hitched you up higher against him and drove into you with perfect rhythm, each thrust tapping the right spot. You whined and clung to him, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against your chest as he carried you both to the precipice.

And then one of his warm hands found its way between you, roughened thumb finding your clit and circling it with fine, delicate strokes. You cried out and tightened around him, flames licking up your spine.

"Park Hu-min!"

You realised too late you were crying, hot tears spilling from your eyes and wetting your lashes as sensation threatened to drown you in its grasp. Baku kissed your cheeks, wet with tears.

"I know" he soothed quietly. "I know it's good. We're nearly there."

Three climaxes were almost too much, but he nudged you there anyway, tipping you fast over the cliff with a few last tight firm rubs, and you fell, shattering when you hit the bottom and dragging him over with you.

The air in the room began to cool, kissing the sweat on your skin as you wrapped around Baku, your pounding heart finally slowing, the heat fading, reality working its way back in.

Baku didn't protest when you gently pushed him off, away, and crawled around on unsteady knees to find your clothes. He pulled a corner of the blanket over his lap and watched quietly as you redressed, head down, hair curtaining your eyes, messy and tangled from his hands.

He spoke your name into the stillness, and you flinched as the silence snapped. You looked into his soft brown eyes and felt the dam break, guilt flooding in.

Wrong boy, wrong boy, wrong boy.

"This is it, isn't it?" he asked, his weary eyes belying the calmness of his voice. "This was a one time thing. You're going to go back to him."

You rubbed the fresh tears out of your eyes and leaned down to kiss his forehead. His eyes closed, and when he opened them again, you were gone.

It was only when he heard the scuff of your boots and the door slam that he let go of the hope and watched it fade.

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[writingmysanity]

OH MY HEART I ADORE BAEKJIN BUT POOR SWEET BAKU 😭💜

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Ru!! Hello!!!! I just wanted to drop by and say hi to one of my favorite people. You, of course! And also to let you know that I'm writing a story!!!!! Here's a small piece from it:

Breathing lighter and staying completely still, his ears twitched a little as he heard a laugh. A malicious, deep and earthy sound coming and going like a flash Sirius' ears ringed, and he tried not to wince...

With love, Teardrop 🫂🤍

HOWRE YOU DARLING

I love the little teaser 😭💜 thank you! I think about you often 🥰 are you doing well?

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In The Mud and Dirt : a Na Baekjin x f!reader drabble

Summary: You were there at the final fight. It really, really sucked.

"Nothing happens to her. Do you understand? If so much as a hair on her head is touched, you will all die. Hear me?"

The rough band of boys assigned to be your keepers and bodyguards all glanced at one another nervously, then at you, tucked up securely in the middle. They all nodded while you just looked at Baekjin, totally resigned. You knew there was no talking him out of this backyard brawl. You had tried.

So, instead of mounting a protest, when you glimpsed Baku walking steadily towards the Union boys, you stepped out of your human cage and kissed Baekjin. Snatching at the collar of his windblown jacket and battling the rising panic inside, you pushed at him, inhaled his biting cologne and tried to give him some of your soul.

When you stopped and he took a step away, his eyes were nearly black, but he gently removed your white knuckled grip and kissed your fingertips.

"He saw" he said quietly.

You lifted your chin.

"I know."

A flicker of a smile crossed his mouth, and he nodded back, just once.

"I'll be fine, jagi" he murmured.

"Not a scratch" you said firmly.

"Not a scratch" he repeated.

Liar.

You should have guessed.

You watched, helpless, as Baku laid him out flat on the ground. You yelled and ran, slipping in the mud and grit, and dropped to your knees beside Baekjin. You leveled Baku with a potent glare and he had the grace, or shame, to take a step back.

You struggled to pull Baekjin's head and shoulders up onto your lap, shaky hands stroking his hair. Tears streaked from his eyes and his chest shook as he fought to breathe. You weren't sure if he could see you, but he managed to rasp your name and your own tears fell onto his face and slid into his hair.

You looked up and your gaze fell on Baku, on the boy standing next to him with doleful eyes and a bloodied face, meeting your eyes with a steadiness to unnerve you. Your voice was hot and trembling when you spoke directly to them.

"Get him an ambulance."

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[writingmysanity]

I JUST ADORE HIM YOUR HONOR 😭💜🥺

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The Sleepover : a Yeon Sieun x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Sieun's dad is away for the weekend. He invites you to your first sleepover. Unsupervised.

A/N: this is a continuation of Sleep Study, some time down the track. They're probably heading towards eighteen, so please, only those of suitable age. Warm intimacy ahead.

Sieun waited for you when school had finished on Monday, leaning against the brick wall, patient and quiet. Doleful eyes becoming soft the second they rested on you and his hands came up to hold your hips as you leaned into his body.

"Hi" you said softly, and he shifted so he could gently press his forehead to yours.

Unnoticed by both of you, Suho passed by, grinning and rolling his eyes. You two were so far down the rabbit hole, he was surprised either of you could still see in front of you. He knew Sieun was nervous as hell about something, and he was pretty sure he knew what it was.

"My dad is away on a work trip this weekend" Sieun says finally, his fingers digging a little more firmly into your hips through your skirt.

You nodded, listening and enjoying the feel of his chest against yours. His heart was beating a little erratically, which was unusual. He hardly ever displayed fear or nerves, and when you were kissing, you were too busy wondering if he could feel your heartbeat to worry about the state of his.

"Do you want to come over and stay Friday night?"

His question was barely a breath and you had to ask him to repeat it. He did and your heart doubled in speed, your ribs barely able to contain it. Sieun waited, watching you, accustomed by now to the stunned silences that arrived whenever he asked you a personal question. Do you want to come over and study? Can I be your boyfriend? What's your favourite flower? What's French kissing? And now this.

He prodded your cheek lightly and your eyes snapped to his.

"Remember to breathe" he murmured, smiling faintly.

You shivered slightly and bit your lip on a smile.

"Yes" you answered him, eventually. "I would like that. Shall I bring snacks?"

Without really thinking about it, Sieun dragged one hand up and down your back, pressing you even closer against him. Your nose pressed into his shoulder and you simply...deflated, whole body going boneless. He loved when he had this effect on you, when you could barely stand up because of the butterflies rioting in your stomach. When you felt so safe with him and you knew he could hold you up.

"Snacks sound good" he said quietly.

In the middle of the week, Sieun found himself standing in the scariest pharmacy aisle in the world. Birth control products and pregnancy tests mocked him with their shiny boxes. He didn't know what he was doing here. Or he did. Sort of.

He didn't know for sure if it would happen, but he had to be ready in case it did. Hope fluttered feathers in his chest.

Suho had told him he needed to communicate with you, ask questions, learn what you liked and didn't, talk you through...? Whatever that meant. But you liked him how he was. You said so. At least once a week. He just had to hope you still liked his silence in his bed. If it got that far.

His mind returned unwillingly to the task at hand, staring at each and every different kind of condom known to mankind. Plain, ribbed, flavoured? What size? His head spun. There were fewer choices to make in an exam.

Older guys came and went, glancing at him with amused eyes as they made their choices and left him there, standing alone and increasingly more confused. Until, finally, one man in his twenties took pity on him. He picked out a plain box and handed it to him.

"Sometimes simple is best, kid" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Don't think so hard about it. If you're here, she already likes you, right? You're halfway already!"

He clapped him on the shoulder and Sieun blinked, closing his fist around the box. He nodded slowly in lieu of a bow, and went up to the counter to pay, unable to look the female cashier in the eye. He shoved the box into his backpack and pushed through the door, headed out into the dark for home.

At home hidden away in his room, Sieun sat at his desk, hunched over an anatomy book, occasionally shooting rapid glances at his desk drawer, hyper aware of the box of condoms stashed at the back of it. He pored over the diagrams of female anatomy with the hard focus of exam prep.

He didn't know if you were going to allow him to touch you, but if you did, he needed to be prepared to know where he was going. He had some idea. Kissing you up to now almost always ended with you climbing into his lap and making soft kitten noises as you rubbed against him, gone a little mindless with need while he tried to figure out where to put his hands.

So, clearly, your body responded to his.

His bedroom door opened without warning and he hastily covered the anatomy pages with a school work book as his father poked his head into the room. A flicker of suspicion passed in his eyes, but then it was gone as quick as it had arrived.

"Have you eaten?"

Eyes a little too wide for innocence and heart pounding, Sieun nodded.

"Yeah. I'm good."

A beat passed and his door closed again. He sighed in relief and went right back to the drawings.

A familiar arm slung itself around your shoulders and you tilted your head to look up into Suho's smiling dark eyes.

"So...big weekend ahead for you guys, huh?" he asked you, waggling his eyebrows.

You shoved him, but he hardly budged, laughing.

"Shut up, Suho" you retorted, elbowing his side. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, I think I do" he argued, grinning. "Your first sleepover!"

You were saved from having to bluster your way through a response by the warm, strong hand sliding into yours and the hard, flat look Sieun shot Suho.

"Stop pestering her" he muttered. "Go find your girlfriend. Bother her instead."

Suho shot him a delighted grin.

"I think I will."

He loped back down the hallway and Sieun squeezed your hand.

"Ready? Do you have your pajamas?"

You shook your head, turning a delicate shade of pink.

"No. I thought I could borrow some of your clothes instead?"

Sieun's steps faltered slightly as he swallowed hard. He couldn't lie; the sudden image in his head of you padding around in his clothes sent a bolt of lightning right through him.

He was brought back to the corridor by you squeezing his hand and quietly saying his name.

"Sieun-ah" you murmured. "Is that okay? If it's not, I can go home first to get pajamas."

Sieun shook his head, eyeing you sidelong.

"No" he said, his voice coming out harsh and gravelly; he cleared his throat to fix it. "No. It's fine. I have...clothes you can wear."

Your answering smile kickstarted his heart and he bit his lip remembering the secret hidden in his desk drawer at home.

The TV was off, its screen black. The lights were dimmed, the living room warm and easy with impending sleep. Empty snack packets covered the low table. You lay with your feet curled up on the couch, your head on Sieun's lap, half asleep, his hand shaking slightly as he petted your hair. You were still in your uniform, and his eyes kept straying to the spot where the hem of your skirt met your thighs.

You yawned and his hand stopped. You reached up to pat the back of it, urging it onward.

"Why'd you stop?" you mumbled sleepily.

He smiled at the blank television screen.

"You're falling asleep" he murmured back. "I think it's time for bed. You can shower first. I got a towel ready for you."

You lifted your head and stumbled up off the couch, pausing only to grab clean underwear from your backpack before heading into the bathroom.

Sieun's head moved in the direction of the sound of water running and he closed his eyes to the knowledge that you were probably naked now. Naked and in his home, alone. Just the two of you together.

He stood up and started pacing, wearing a path in the carpet as he imagined hot water sluicing down your body, turning it pink, sliding past all the places he hadn't touched yet.

He had driven himself nearly insane by the time you walked back in, but his eyes and his entire demeanor softened when he saw you in his white hoodie. It swamped you in soft fabric, and from just beneath the hem, peeked a pair of his boxers, whisper soft against your skin.

You stuck your hands in the big front pocket and smiled shyly at him.

"It's comfy" you told him, quiet in the sudden silence. "Thank you."

Sieun didn't say anything. He just strode for you, cupped your face in his warm hands and took your mouth with a gasp of barely suppressed need. You whimpered in response and he growled quietly against your lips; your knees failed and he wrapped an arm around you to hold you up, flush against him. Chest, stomach, hips, all pressed close. Weak fingers gripped his rumpled collar, anything to ground yourself.

He breathed you in, sucked on your lower lip, bit at it, bruised it. Fever gripped him as your hands dug at his shoulders, found the heated sides of his neck, tunneled into his hair. The one person he didn't mind touching it, he wanted your hands in it.

You tasted like peppermint toothpaste, the last thing that had passed your lips, and he knew he probably tasted like whatever sour candy you had forced him to try, but he didn't care and you clearly didn't, judging by the battle you were fighting with his teeth, to get past and touch his tongue. You found it, sucked on it, his knees shifted hard under him.

"Jagi" he panted, breaking free to hold his forehead to yours. "Do you want - "

"Yes" you whispered fast. "Do you?"

He opened his eyes slowly to look into yours, his pupils swirling vortexes of desire. He glanced down at the same time he pushed impossibly nearer to you and you felt the proof of how badly he wanted to. Uniform trousers couldn't hide much. He heard you bite back a moan, forcing it back down your throat, felt your fingers curling, tightening in his hair. He sighed.

"Bed."

You nodded and he led you into his room, trying to ignore the uncomfortable press of his zip. He was used to the feeling from the too short, always interrupted minutes of your weight in his lap, pressing down, needing but never getting. He wondered if after those times, you dealt with the aching problem yourself, or if, like him, you couldn't bear to because it wouldn't be the same.

Now. Now...you could fix it together.

And also now...now you were pressing at the front of his pants, gentle pressure from your palm turning to more eager pushing when he grunted quietly at your touch. The fingers of your other hand snuck towards his zip, even pulled it halfway down before he stopped you, briefly shaking his head. You looked at him, waiting. His mouth twisted slightly, as if he didn't want to admit the words but needed to. So that you understood him.

"If you touch me first, it'll be over before it's started" he said, voice low. "I haven't...done anything since you fell asleep on my bed. I've been holding out for you."

Your eyes widened, blinking between the apparent strain in his pants and the slightly devastated look on his face.

"Oh" you said in the quietest, most desperate voice he'd ever heard.

Then your hands were on him, plucking at the buttons on his shirt until they loosened, and your longing gaze dragged from the golden column of his throat revealed by the loose collar to the surprising broad of his chest and the smooth planes of his stomach. At your insistent tugs, Sieun shrugged out of the white shirt and let it drop to the floor. He felt your eager eyes all over him, committing him to memory. Then all of a sudden, unable to wait again, greedy for him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, open and heated, the familiar ache building between your thighs.

You pushed and he went, stepping back to sit on the edge of his bed, your sweet familiar weight sinking into his lap dragging a whimper up his throat. You matched your hips to his, already beginning the slow easy grind that swept all thoughts clean out of his head, and yours.

Sieun kissed like you were fragile, blown glass ready to shatter if he held you too tight, a contrast to his usual firm grasp on your hips as you moaned unintelligible sounds into his mouth. As if now that his dream was coming true, he was afraid to let it. So you took his hands and led them up to your chest, molding his palms against the shape of your breasts through the thick fabric of his hoodie you wore. The animal howl he released into your mouth sent a dart of heat right down through your belly, and you gently squeezed his hands over you.

"It's okay" you mumbled against his lips, gentle and swollen pressed to yours. "Touch."

He learned you through the hoodie while you touched him in turn, his face hot beneath your questing hands, his shoulders sloped and warm, arms strong and quivering leading to where he touched you. Your favourite part of him now you'd seen it, his stomach, tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed, as you traced it, gently at first and then firmer.

"Sieun, you're so..." you murmured against his mouth, trying to pull the best word from your heat befuddled mind. "...good."

He sighed and stroked a firm hand down your back, landing on your ass and pushing you against him. You rocked slowly, and he felt you suddenly holding your breath, trying to concentrate instead on the pulse building between your thighs.

"Jagi" he whispered, and pushed his hands up the front of his hoodie on you to rub gentle thumbs over your nipples.

You bit your lip on a quiet whimper and shifted faster over him. Sieun stopped kissing you to watch your face, smoky brown eyes wide as you flew apart on his lap. You slowed and melted against him, nuzzling into the side of his neck as your hips twitched continuously with tiny aftershocks. He rubbed your back and murmured broken words of praise into your hair.

"Yah" he said softly. "We don't have to if you're done."

You shook your head and stumbled backwards off his lap on trembling legs.

"No, please" you begged, desperation edging your tone. "I love you, I want you, Yeon Sieun."

His pupils blew wide as a planet and you hurried to pull his hoodie off over your head, sending your hair flying into disarray. He didn't notice your hair. He noticed the sweet flare of your hips in his boxers, the softness of your stomach and the peaks of your breasts. Your chest rose and fell rapidly under the intensity of his gaze, your cheeks flushing his favourite colour.

Then, surprising you, Sieun got up and moved around you to his desk, pulling open the drawer and fumbling inside it. He tossed something onto the bed and your eyes followed it, widening slightly when you recognised what it was. Then you heard the soft shuffle of his pants coming off and tried to turn, but he was already right up behind you, only three layers of cotton between you and what you really wanted to be inside you.

And then there were only two layers as he shucked off his boxers and pressed himself against you, gently rocking until you whined and spread your legs so he fitted in between them, his arms wrapped around you, one hand spread over your stomach.

"I'm sorry if I'm quiet" he mumbled. "I promise I'll like it."

You let out a soft pleased sound and Sieun carefully grabbed the sides of his boxers you were wearing, hooking his thumbs into the sides of your underwear and pulling them both down together. You stepped out of them and he rose up behind you again, reaching around to slip an eager hand down over your stomach and lower, fingers softly swirling until he found what he was looking for.

You cried out in surprise, jerking forward slightly, and Sieun pulled you gently back to him with a hand firm on your hip, intent on learning. He toyed you out of your shell, teasing, drawing lazy figure eights then faster, tighter circles, until you were shaking against him and keening loudly and his fingers were wet and slick.

"I knew I could do it if I studied hard enough" he muttered, seemingly to himself.

You choked on a laugh and fell forward onto the bed, crawling away from him. He was mesmerised by the slow sway of your hips and became suddenly too aware of how painfully hard he was. He watched you flip onto your back, knees apart, and reach to pick up the box he'd tossed earlier. You opened it and pulled out a foil packet, holding it out to him.

As Sieun ripped it carefully open and followed the instructions to the letter, you climbed under his covers. He followed you hastily, a faint chill chasing him now that he wasn't touching you. You clung to him, wrapping your arms and legs around him, feeling him prod your inner thigh.

He kissed you, sweet and slow, until his breath came too heavy to concentrate on anything but the hard weight of him pressing just out of reach of where you both wanted him. He reached down to touch your thighs, ease them further apart for him, pressed his lips to yours, one, two, three times.

"I hope it doesn't hurt" he whispered to you, his words shaking slightly. "I'm not going to last long. I hope it's okay."

You kissed him again, sucking lightly on his lower lip before he had to pull away to see what he was doing. You watched his expression get hazy and heard him moan a curse as he looked down at you, warm and expectant for him.

The brief pressure, the tiniest spark of pain, were nothing compared with his tightly closed eyes, jaw so tense it might shatter and the fact he had stopped moving entirely out of fear he wouldn't even make it all the way in before filling the condom. You reached up to touch his face, stroking his cheek, brushing your thumb down his nose.

"Sieun" you murmured. "You okay?"

He nodded tightly.

"Yeah. Just...wait for me? I - I can't...I don't want to come yet."

You nodded, then tilted his head down so you could kiss him, your mind going pleasantly blank as you breathed him in and your hips started moving on their own as they always did whenever you were kissing him. Sensation pushed solidly through you and you gasped, head throwing back just in time for Sieun to groan a strangled noise into your throat.

You barely knew what you'd done, but your body was singing it to you, all chords humming and blazing at once: he was inside you. You stretched languorously and Sieun rocked gently, desperately deeper inside you, keening quietly. You gazed up at him, wonderstruck, hitching your hips with each of his careful thrusts.

He was quiet, but not totally. The room filled with soft moans, the slip of sheets on skin, the barely restrained desperation of trying not to come too fast.

But he couldn't help it. You were too good, too warm and wet and sweet wrapped around him, crying out to him each time he moved. You cried his name, fingers in his hair, and he was gone.

He finished with a gasp of your name and a shudder, spilling out and collapsing onto your chest. You held him tight, still warm and full of him. Until he started to worry the condom might break and slowly eased out of you to get rid of it.

When he returned to his bed, he was blushing and shy, shoulders rounding. But you sat up, still naked, and hugged him, fierce and close.

"You're perfect" you whispered in his ear. "Let's do it again tomorrow."

You had never seen him smile so big.

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Sleep Study : a Yeon Sieun x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Sieun awkwardly asked you over to study, only to be rendered confused and even more silent when you fall asleep on his bed. What is he supposed to do?

You simply stared at the back of the boy retreating from you, his shoulders rounded as always, always trying to make himself appear insignificant, smaller somehow. His parting words rang in your ears.

"Do you want to come over and study with me?"

Wait. You hadn't given him an answer. You opened your mouth.

"Yeon Sieun!"

He stopped in his tracks and turned his head halfway to look back over his shoulder at you, his brown eyes as sorrowful as a bloodhound's. Gravel flew as you raced after him, only managing to stop by grabbing onto his shoulders. Sieun staggered a little before adjusting his stance and restabilising. He blinked at you. He said nothing, merely waited for you to use your words.

"Yes" you announced, slightly out of breath from your mad dash.

One of his dark eyebrows rose a little, but he still didn't speak. You realised you were still holding onto him, and let go. His only reaction was a slight scrunching of his eyebrows.

"Yes, what?"

You swallowed.

"Yes, I want to come over and study with you. Please. If the offer is still on the table. I could probably use some help."

You offered him a smile and one corner of his mouth twitched...slightly. Then he sighed.

"You can't be any worse than Suho. You don't sleep through all your classes" he muttered. "Come on then."

Sieun hailed a taxi and opened the door for you. Butterflies flitted in your stomach at the chivalrous gesture and he eyed you curiously as you ducked under his arm, a pink tint to your cheeks.

The apartment he sometimes shared with his dad was tidy and clean, and his bedroom matched. Neatly made bed, immaculately organised work desk and bookshelf. You glanced around before shrugging off your backpack and placing it up against the end of his bed, out of the way. You squatted down, the hem of your school skirt brushing the floor, and rummaged in your backpack for work books and a pen, unaware of Sieun's wordless gaze draped over you.

You straightened up and his own backpack slammed onto the carpet with a thud and you blinked at him in surprise.

"How heavy is that thing?" you asked him, curious.

He just shrugged and didn't answer. His gaze was fixed on your hands, then on the high flush in your cheeks. You took a step toward him and he suddenly turned his back and vanished out through the door of his bedroom, returning a few moments later with a second rolling chair for you to sit on. You perched on the edge, still a little or a lot nervous, and he slowly pushed the chair in under the desk. Your face flamed hotter. He didn't seem to notice.

Sieun bent over his backpack and unzipped it, yanking out a number of work books and a heavy pencil case, setting them down perfectly evenly on top of his desk. You bit your lip and copied him, slanting your single black pen on top of a book.

Silence thickened the air in the room, until you bravely turned to him to see if it could be broken. The air stuck in your throat when you saw he was already looking at you, waiting. His eyebrows lifted when your lips parted slightly, taken aback by him yet again. His silent attention was unnerving to others, but it just flooded your stomach with wild butterflies. Nobody else ever looked at you like he did.

"You said you need help" Sieun said calmly. "What do you need help with?"

Breathing.

You shook your head slightly and smiled tentatively.

"Mathematics" you answered honestly. "It does my head in."

A flicker of a smile touched his lips and your heart lurched against your ribs. Sieun nodded.

"I can help with that."

Hours had stretched on by, Sieun had gotten up to turn on the light an hour ago already, and the desk had empty drink cans and snack wrappers littered across the furthest edge. Sieun was still scrawling tidily across page after page of study notes, but you had given in a while ago and gone silent.

In fact, you were a little too silent now.

He stretched and rolled out the stiff muscles in his neck before spinning his chair around to face you, coming to a sudden halt when he saw you curled up on his bed, eyes closed, your back barely moving as you breathed in and out. Slowly, not taking his eyes off you, he reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone. He scrolled through his contacts, looking for Suho. The other boy picked up on the third ring.

'What's up, Sieun?' he asked loudly; there was laughing in the background. 'How's your date going?'

Sieun felt himself blush.

"It's not a date" he mumbled. "But..."

He could almost hear Suho's ears perk up.

'But...?' he repeated, prompting.

Sieun sighed, resigned.

"She fell asleep on my bed and I don't know what to do. What do I do with her now?"

Suho's laughter echoed in his ear and he held the phone away slightly, rolling his eyes. He only brought it back when the laughter ceased. When next he spoke, Suho's voice had a lower, dramatic tone to it.

'What do you want to do?'

Sieun almost threw his phone.

"Be serious" he growled.

Suho cleared his throat.

'Well, unless you want to sleep on the floor or share, you should probably wake her up.'

Sieun sighed and hung up, muttering to himself. He dropped his phone on his open work book and carefully sat down on the edge of his bed, lowering a hand to gingerly touch your shoulder. You barely stirred, only inched closer to him across the blanket until your knee bumped his thigh.

Sieun raised his eyes to the ceiling, then took a deep slow breath and gently shook your shoulder, murmuring your name into the sleepy silence.

What happened next wouldn't have been statistically possible if he hadn't been sitting so close, Sieun was sure. Breaking free from your doze, you sat up so fast, eyes still mostly shut, your mouth colliding with his. Your sleepy eyes flashed open in shock to see him blinking wide, his tired eyes now not looking so tired.

You pulled back, babbling apologies, but in a split second, his fingers were pressing lightly to your lips, shushing you. When you quieted, his gaze lowered to your mouth and he leaned forward in the breathy silence and let himself kiss you, his fingers now gentle on the underside of your chin to hold you in place.

Chaste, shy, soft, sending little tingles throughout your body. He pulled away after each little kiss, checked your eyes, then went back in. You eventually threaded your fingers through his hair, softly anchoring him to you, giving him little hitched gasps in between kisses.

You lost your balance a little, tipping forward to brace yourself with a hand on his thigh, fingertips pressing in as Sieun huffed a surprised breath in through his nose. His head was spinning a little now, your scent and sounds in his head, filling it with colourful cotton wool, your sleepy mouth under his, your gentle hands on him. His heart was thumping so hard he was vaguely surprised it was still inside him.

He could have kissed you for hours, forever, but the noise of the front door opening, the lock mechanism disengaging and resetting, flipped a switch in his brain and he broke apart from you again, breathing hard, eyes heavy lidded and dark, smoky brown. You blinked confusedly at him and he held a finger to his lips before impulsively leaning in and kissing you on the forehead.

"My dad's home" he murmured into your skin, and you shivered in spite of his words. "Let me introduce you and then I'll take you home."

You pulled your school blazer on and gathered your belongings before trailing shyly after Sieun to stand in front of his father, who stared at his son as if he had grown a second head. He stammered to explain that you were the first girl, or first anything, honestly, that Sieun had brought home and he was honoured to meet you. He dutifully neglected to comment on his son's rumpled hair or the gleaming light in your eyes as you looked at him.

Sieun asked the taxi driver to wait while he walked you up to your apartment, gingerly reaching for your hand to hold in the elevator. His palm felt warm and strong against yours and you couldn't help leaning your shoulder against him.

When you reached your door, you turned to press your back onto it and looked up at him, brushing your hair away from your eyes. He seemed at a loss for words all over again.

"So. I'll see you at school tomorrow?" he asked finally.

You nodded and shyly reached up for his collar, bringing him down to press your lips to his, yearning for the sweet feeling again. You felt his shoulders relax and his mouth soften out of its usual frown, letting you lavish undivided attention on his bottom lip. His breathing was soft and regular, but his hands on your waist were anything but, grasping and kneading on your hips, the only physical sign he was anything but perfectly in control.

Your lungs struggled and burned a little, but you weren't willing to let him move away, until someone wandered by and coughed loudly, giving you no choice.

"Horny kids" the person muttered.

You blushed bright red in the overhead doorway light and Sieun's hands lifted slowly off your hips. He looked mussed right down to his toes.

"Goodnight" he murmured.

He squeezed your hand one final time and walked back down the hallway, hands in his pockets.

Best. Study. Date. Ever.

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Coma : an Ahn Suho x f!reader drabble

Summary/Author's Note: You are right there when Suho opens his eyes. (The one where Suho woke up because I said so.)

The hospital room was filled with dusk and quiet, the only noise the sounds of your breathing and the gentle steady beeping of Suho's life support machine. Moonlight peered through the gap in the drawn curtains, trying to find Suho where he lay still on the white bed, always unmoving, where before he had never stopped.

You couldn't bear to pull them closed all the way, didn't want to close the room into complete darkness in case he woke up and couldn't see. Just in case he was afraid.

Suho was never afraid of anything. Before he had gone to find Beomseok, he had kissed you carefully, squeezed your hand and promised he'd be right back, confidence lining his shoulders and grinning back at you from behind his eyes.

And then he wound up here, barely alive, barely breathing. You didn't realise before now that you could be choked by your own heart.

Sieun came and went, always silent, always a gentle hand on your shoulder and nothing else. Yeongi pleaded for forgiveness for something that wasn't even her fault and Beomseok stayed away. If he hadn't, you would have taken his eyes.

You reached down to shuffle your chair closer to the bed and carefully slipped your hand into Suho's, clearing your throat to keep from crying. You always stifled tears when his grandma was with him, and it had become habit. You silently begged him to open his beautiful big eyes and look at you again, the way you used to beg him not to stare at you because it made you blush.

But he liked making you blush too much to stop his staring.

You didn't realise you were crying anyway, despite your efforts, until the hand you were holding slowly lifted to clumsily swipe at the tears, cleaning your face.

"Jagi..."

Your head snapped up and your fingers closed reflexively tighter around Suho's hand as you stared, stunned, at his slowly opening eyes. Your bottom lip began quivering and he gently shook his hand free of yours to press it to your jaw and drag his thumb over the tremble.

"Yah" he said softly, his voice hoarse from underuse. "I'm here."

Fresh tears spilled over your lashes, rendering them wet and spiky. Suho smiled, his dark eyes warming.

"Ah" he murmured. "You missed me, huh?"

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Random Stuff for Your Story

I have bookmarks saved for random, different, interesting topics that don’t really fit into any single category, so I decided to just put them all together in one list.

A list of resources on miscellaneous topics to help make your stories more interesting.

Writing Accurate Heist Scenes A tumblr thread that discusses accurate heist scenes for heist movies, and what it’s like to work as a security guard.

Friends, Not Love Interests Helpful advice for anyone who is writing two characters as friends (particularly when one is female and the other is male), in order to help minimize the chance of readers wanting them to fall in love.

The Writer’s Guide to Distinguishing Marks on Characters A basic guide on different types of distinguishing marks for characters, such as freckles, birthmarks, scars, and tattoos.  

Don’t Use Specific Numbers in Your Story A tumblr thread that explains if your story doesn’t need a specific number for something (whether a date, age, span of time, etc.), then you don’t need to use a number. Includes helpful examples.

Pet Peeves in TV Shows and Movies A tumblr thread with different lists of things that people find annoying in TV shows and movies. Many of these things can also apply to situations in stories.

Types of Paperwork That Characters Could Do A tumblr thread that discusses how fanfiction writers often give their characters “large amounts of paperwork they hate doing,” but don’t describe the type of paperwork.  Provides a list of different types of paperwork that characters could be working on.

In Time Travel Movies, When the Time Traveler Asks... A tumblr thread that discusses more realistic responses for when a time traveler asks what year it is or where they are, instead of people automatically thinking they are weird or crazy for asking.  

Reasons for a Character’s Death Explains the reasons why you might kill off a character, and offers advice on how to make a character’s death meaningful.

Dialogue Responses to “I Thought You Were Dead!” A list of different responses that a character could give when someone else says, “I thought you were dead.”

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Writing with Colors

A list of resources to help you describe different colors in your writing.

The Color Thesaurus A collection of infographics that show various shades of different colors, each shade/color labeled by name.

Color Reference Chart Another collection of infographics that show various shades of different colors, each shade/color labeled by name.

Hair Color Reference Chart A collection of infographics that show various shades of different hair colors, each shade/color labeled by name.

Eye Color Reference Chart A collection of infographics that show various shades of blue, brown, and green eye colors, each shade/color labeled by name.

Different Ways to Describe Hazel Eyes A list of ideas and suggestions for describing hazel eyes. Can be used as prompts or for brainstorming.

Different Ways to Describe Green Eyes A list of ideas and suggestions for describing green eyes. Can be used as prompts or for brainstorming.

Different Ways to Describe Blue Eyes A list of ideas and suggestions for describing blue eyes. Can be used as prompts or for brainstorming.

Different Ways to Describe Brown Eyes A list of ideas and suggestions for describing brown eyes. Can be used as prompts or for brainstorming.

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