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Guns N’ Roses Fic: Ain’t No Saint

Summary: A reimagining of what (pre-fame Axl Rose) Bill Bailey’s life would’ve looked like had his step-father not been present in his family’s life, making Bill the man of the household to support his mother and sister.

Characters: Bill Bailey, OC: Emily, Amy Bailey, police officers, Mother (Bill and Amy’s mom), and OC: Mrs. Clarice (Emily’s mom).

Pairing(s): Bill Bailey/Emily, Bill Bailey/original female character, Bill Bailey/female reader.

Rating: Explicit, 21+

Word Count: 6,350

Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity, p in v penetration, fluff, angst, mild degradation, mentions of masturbation, hurt/comfort, poverty, bullying, and harassment.

A/N: My longest and most-detailed fic. I have put my blood and soul into this lol. This work is slightly inspired by GNR’s song, You’re Crazy. I hope you enjoy!

Mice scattered across the barn where two nude figures laid in the hayloft. It was dusk outside. The street lamps in the suburban neighborhoods were gonna flicker on soon. Bill Bailey needed to get back before curfew.

But here he was, laying down inside a barn with a pretty brunette attached to his side, suckling on his right nipple. He had soiled his virginity with her. It was decent for his first time, not bad, maybe a little overwhelming, but he managed to pull through and made sure, at her request, to pull out. He wouldn’t dare tell her that, because of his adrenaline from the excitement and electrifying spark between them, he accidentally squirted a few shots of cum into her cunt.

He could still smell the fresh aroma from their heated mess and taste the bland, dry strands of straw from the hay.

Bill laid there in a daze, watching dusk particles dance in the air as the orange and red sun beams trickled into the barn’s old, wooden interior. He eventually looked down and ruffled the girl’s hair, almost mistaking her golden highlights for the hay they were laying on. “Psst, hey.” He whispered, not wanting to ruin the peaceful moments of silence with his loud baritone voice. However, at the same time, he had no choice. “We gotta head back.”

Bill could feel her lips morph into a frown against his nipple. “I wish we could stay here forever…”

“Me too, sweetie. Me too. But I told you…if we don’t make it back, my mom’s gonna wreck havoc,” he reminded.

Since his mother was divorced he was now the man of the house, helping out with the chores, making ends meet, and taking care of his little sister, Amy. He couldn’t delay his absence a second longer. It was bullshit how hard his mother worked in order to keep a roof over her children’s heads. At least it made Bill feel a little at ease whenever he could try to lessen the burden on her.

Releasing her lips from his peck, the girl begrudgingly got up. Bill did the same thing, wiping off his body, and putting on his clothes.

“Can we do it again?” She asked, biting her lower lip as uncertainty overlapped her tone.

Bill knew she experienced a phenomenal orgasm and craved another one. He didn’t want to lie and tell her they could come back to the barn again tomorrow. In all honesty, even he wasn’t sure when they could share another moment like this together.

He stepped forward, cradling the back of her head with his hand. “Another time.” He promised, pressing a tight kiss to her lips. Emily’s lips. They were always pink and plump like cherries in the Spring. He’d take a bite and mangle them, smudging the red lipstick onto her skin. But Emily didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it drove her crazy. She could never get enough of Bill Bailey.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

7:15 a.m.

A whole day before the barn occurred, Bill and Emily were being intimate for the first time by lying down on the soft grass in the meadow, 20 minutes away from where their high school was located. Mist filtered through the air as dewdrops occupied the morning land. Emily was by his side again, biting his neck, and soothing the hickeys with her tongue. Per usual, she was in her school uniform which consisted of a white buttoned up blouse, a red plaid skirt, and black penny loafers.

Bill dug his fingers into the grass, feeling his penis strain against his jeans. He never felt pleasure this intense, or knew how powerful, and sudden, the urges became whenever he looked at Emily, begging for a release. He blamed himself for not venturing into a pornographic store and shoplifting bootleg copies of couples fucking in various positions. He thought if he did, he’d understand his body, and know how to react, given the opportunity of escalation. It was all so mesmerizing for his untouched, starved mind.

Emily wrapped her right leg over Bill’s left one, rubbing her crotch against his hardness, making both their bodies move up and down.

Bill couldn’t move, didn’t want to move. He knew if he moved too fast a dam would burst in his pants. He concentrated and inhaled deeply, slowly moving his own hips to grind against Emily’s. “Oh, fuck…”

“I need you, Bill. I need you, Bill.” She moaned, increasing her pace.

“T-take…take off your…p-panties.” He insisted, panting. He was desperate to slide himself inside of her right now.

Emily hid her face into the crook of his neck, her breathing coming out in short, ragged breaths. “No, Bill. I’m so close…” she whined.

He huffed and allowed her to finish with a squeal of delight. He felt a wet stain on his pants, not knowing if it was because of him or Emily. It didn’t matter. He was glad he wasn’t wearing his school uniform, he wore an extra set of clothes, knowing full well how sex-crazed Emily was for him.

She collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. Bill pushed her chin up, seeing her flushed cheeks, and expanded pupils. “You okay?” He questioned, brushing a wavy clump of hair behind her ear.

She nodded. “Yeah. You?”

“Wanna go somewhere after school? Get down n’ dirty,” he suggested.

She smirked. “I like the sound of that.” Then she realized…”Wait, didn’t you cum?!”

He was taken aback by the sudden question. Did he cum? He wasn’t sure. He must’ve if his crotch felt damp.

Emily lifted herself from him and noticed the saturated mark on his jeans, belonging to her own arousal. She immediately felt guilty. She didn’t mean to ruin a brand new pair of his pants. That was part of the reason why she kept her panties on but it didn’t seem to work this time. “Oh, gosh, Bill…”

“It’s fine. I knew it would happen.”

“You did…?”

“Yeah. I have another pair at home. Don’t sweat it.”

“But…you can’t afford an early wash at the laundromat this week.”

She was right. Every two weeks he managed to save money for washing, not only his clothes, but his mother’s and sister’s. If money was too scarce with the groceries and house payment, his mother would hand wash each set of outfits and hang dry them, even in frigid temperatures during the winter.

He hated seeing his mother use her own calloused bare hands to scrub his clothes on a washboard. It was unfair. He strived to make enough money by working in the school cafeteria, working at his local pizzeria, or volunteering at a library. Whatever he could make, he’d put that money towards the laundromat.

“It’s fine,” he reassured, not wanting Emily to get worked up over his home life. It was embarrassing. “I can manage. Don’t need you to worry about my allowance.” He muttered, unzipping his pants to locate any semen. To his surprise, none.

“I care.”

He zipped himself back up. “I know you do, sugar. But it’s my concern. Not yours. Everything will be fine.”

“I can make it up to you.” She hinted, a wicked gleam glowing in her eyes.

Bill caught on and looked amused. “How so?”

Within a blink of an eye, Emily slipped off her panties and got on all fours.

“Oh? Want me to fuck you here instead? From behind?”

“Sorta. Unzip yourself but don’t stick it in.”

“No need to tell me twice.” He did as he was told, coming up behind her, and placing his cock near her pussy.

She looked down and leaned back, opening her folds to place her opened cunt on the length of his hard cock, nestling it there.

Bill groaned at the contact.

“Wait for it.” She moved her hips back and forth, causing his shaft to open and close. She wanted to get his whistle wet and have him experience a little taste of her to excite his nerves and to test his patience for later.

“Fuck. Jesus…”

“Bill!” Emily gasped in mock surprise. “Don’t say the Lord’s name in vain,” she scolded playfully.

“Sorry, sorry. You just-you feel amazing.”

“Wait until you’re inside of me, cowboy.”

He couldn’t wait. He needed to feel her walls clench around his dick. Heck, he wanted to be welcomed inside of her. Some of his peers mentioned that being inside of a girl was like dipping into a hot tub and being hugged at the same time. He needed to lose his virginity. He continued pumping his dick along her folds, his balls smacking near the middle of her cunt. He thrusted until he shot his seed all over the grass.

“There you go,” Emily cheered.

Bill pulled his throbbing cock away, stuffing himself back in his pants.

Emily stood up and faced him. “How’d it feel?”

“Great, baby.”

“Have you ever touched yourself?” She queried.

Bill paused. “It’s not encouraged in my household.” Even if it was encouraged he wouldn’t waste his sperm on nothing. He figured Emily locked herself in a room and masturbated to his senior picture everyday. Hell, she probably masturbated to all his school photos, and kissed them each night while staring idly at them on her nightstand before falling asleep.

The two walked back to school, holding hands. They both couldn’t wait to be intimate again in a new location once classes were over.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

3:30 p.m.

As soon as the bell rang Bill and Emily sprinted down the hallway, with their books in hand, near the doubled exit doors, leading outside.

“There’s an abandoned barn a few miles North.”

Emily’s eyes widened. “You want to do it inside a barn?!”

“Yeah. Why not? It’s nice and cozy. I’m sure all the termites died last winter.”

“Oh, Bill…” She rolled her eyes, giggling in amusement. He was always the adventurous type.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

4:15 p.m.

“Isn’t it romantic?” Bill asked.

Emily scanned her eyes over the interior. No graffiti covered the walls and no insects were buried underneath the hay or flew in the air. She was impressed. The barn didn’t harbor a stench either. It was clean, maybe a little musty, but it was kept in pristine condition. “Thank goodness we have the whole place to ourselves.”

“I know, right? You can be as loud as you want to be up here,” Bill teased.

Emily blushed at the scenario and hit his arm playfully. “Oh, stop!”

“What do you say, sugar? Would you let me go all the way?”

The two laid on either side, staring into each other’s eyes. There was trust between them. It was difficult for Bill to lower his guard down but whenever he was with Emily he would dismantle it for her and allow her to see the soft side of him nobody at school knew about, or had an inkling.

For Emily, she had her guard lowered all the time and couldn’t seem to uphold it, and shield herself away from dangerous people. She told herself she loved the thrill of it. But the scars always came back to haunt her. She didn’t want to live a life where she continued to flaunt her personality around, she wanted to settle down, preferably with Bill, and live a calming lifestyle. She needed someone to keep her in her place and not wander off. She needed Bill.

“I trust you…” she muttered. “Give me 100%.”

Pulling Emily on top of him, she slipped off her panties and unzipped his pants, revealing his eager erection. Bill kept his hands on her hips to hold her steady and dig his fingers into her soft flesh.

She lifted herself up and teased the head of his penis against her slit. She took him one inch at a time by sliding down then pulling up, she slid down again, taking two inches of him before sliding back up again.

Bill exhaled through his nose, tightening his hold on her hips. “You’re gonna drive me crazy, babygirl.”

“That’s the plan,” she teased, pressing down, taking half his cock into her pussy, and sliding upward. “Gonna make you cum more than once.”

Bill tried hard to contain himself and not release his load from her words. She could be so cruel and unforgiving sometimes. He bit down on his tongue, savoring the sensation, and paced his buildup.

Emily pressed down on him again, almost engulfing his entire length this time.

“All the way,” he begged, becoming impatient.

“Easy.” She pulled up, her cunt hugging onto his length, as she slipped out of him. “Think you can handle me, Bill?”

He scoffed. “Honey, the question is, will you be able to handle me?”

Emily bit the tip of her index finger like a small child. “I’m losing my mind over you.”

Bill felt a surge of pride wash over him. He had her wrapped around his finger. “Good girl.” He helped her slide all the way down on his shaft, remaining there for a moment as his dick hardened and grew inside of her. Emily gasped at his size. Her hips started rocking back and forth against his, finding a steady pace between them. Bill bucked his hips upward, hitting Emily’s G-spot.

“Oh, fuck!” She stared deep into his eyes and saw the hungry lust that bore into his pupils, the same way how her pupils expanded for him.

The two continued, gradually increasing the pace. The sounds of wet skin slapping against each other echoed off the walls. “That’s right. You’re so fuckin’ wet for me, aren’t you? Fuckin’ slut…” Bill degraded in the heat of the moment.

Emily increased the pace again, moaning uncontrollably as she did so. Bill gripped her hips hard enough to where he’d leave his handprints branded on her skin. Bill managed to flip themselves over and be on top of Emily as he hovered above.

“Bill!” She gasped, not expecting him to do that.

“Hang on, baby.” Bill pistoled his dick into her cunt repeatedly, hitting her where she needed him most.

Emily wrapped her legs around his lower back and bounced on his shaft. She was nearing the edge of her peak.

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna-I’m gonna-“

Emily knew what he meant. “Pull out, Bill! Pull out!” Although she wanted him to cum inside her, she didn’t have access to birth control. But even if she did she couldn’t go back on them since it made her hormones become imbalanced. She wanted to have children some day, but she had to wait until she graduated high school to start her own family. The pull out method would have to do for them.

Bill groaned, taking his dick out of her cunt, and cumming on her stomach.

Emily felt his hot seed land on her belly, creating a puddle of semen on her small frame. She was relieved that he got a release, specially from fucking her. It felt glorious.

Before her own buildup could ebb away, she took Bill’s hand and placed it on her red, swollen clit. “Right there. Rub. Fast!” She instructed frantically.

Bill used his fingers the way she told him and helped her come undone in a matter of seconds. She panted, thanking him, as she pulled him close and basked in the afterglow with him. Out of all the men she fucked, Bill Bailey was by far the best lay.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

6:35 p.m.

After the barn, Bill and Emily drifted into their separate paths. Emily lived on the opposite side of town while Bill resided on the East side. It was a shithole compared to Emily’s wealthy cookie-cutter neighborhood. His family was so dirt poor they had to survive on food stamps and buy milk, eggs, and bread every other week. It was unfair. Life was unfair.

Bill barged into the doorway, taking off his boots, and shrugging his backpack off onto the couch. He wandered into the kitchen where his mother was stirring a pot of tomato soup. “How was school?” She greeted.

“Fine.”

His mother stopped stirring and added a few pinches of salt into the pot. “Well, your sister didn’t have a fine day.”

This set Bill on edge. “What do you mean?” He knew he couldn’t protect his sister all the time but, damn, he wished she would run to him at school if a bully was picking on her. He knew she was capable of handling herself, but not when it spiraled out of control, and it resulted in her having a shittier day than usual.

“Why don’t you go and talk to her?” His mother suggested. “She could use a male ear.”

Bill agreed and made his way towards his sister’s bedroom. He knocked on the door three times, giving her enough time to make herself ready for him to enter.

“Come in.”

Turning the knob, Bill swung the door open and saw his sister sitting on the bed, knees curled against her chest. “Sup, pumpkin spice? Mom said you had a bad day at school?” He sat down next to her.

“Everyone’s been saying I stink.”

“Last I heard the entire school doesn’t know.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Amy wasn’t in the mood to indulge in his wit. “My class, dumbass. Everyone says I smell like trash. I hate this! I hate how we can’t afford a normal life!” She wailed.

Bill put his hand on her knee to comfort her. “Amy, shh-“

“Don’t tell me to shush! You know it’s true. I can’t stand living like this any longer! I hate it! I hate our life, I hate everything about it, I-“ Amy wasn’t able to sputter another word. She was sobbing into her hands, regretting what she said, but feeling relieved at the same time that she got it off her chest.

“Amy, Amy. Look at me,” he urged.

She shook her head, mumbling incoherent nonsense when Bill cupped both her cheeks with his hands, forcing her to make eye contact.

He saw the pain in her eyes and it tore his soul apart. “C’mere. I got you.” He pressed her against him in an embrace as her knees uncurled and wrapped around his sides while she sobbed into his neck, drenching his skin with her hot tears. “Shh, shh. It’s okay, sweetie,” he cooed, rubbing her back in a soothing manner to stop her body from quaking.

“I hate it, Bill…” She whimpered, sniffling.

“You’re not the only one, cupcake.”

“I wish dad hadn’t left…”

“Dad’s a piece of shit,” Bill stated unforgivingly. “He didn’t care about us. If he did, he would’ve scooped us out of this mess. He hasn’t called mom all these years to check up on you, to check up on me-“

Amy lifted her head up to look at her brother with pleading eyes. “I know, but-“

“But nothing, Amy! Dad’s never coming back! You shouldn’t even be grieving over his loss,” he rebuked. Bill felt offended, and threatened, how Amy still missed their step-father. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. He understood she was too young to remember him, but what infuriated him the most was her own ideal image of their dad. She was playing a dangerous game by living in her head and was only subjecting herself to more emotional turmoil. She really believed that if dad hadn’t left their lives would’ve been a thousand times better. He sighed and tried to soften his tone again. “Amy, listen. Dad isn’t here anymore, but I am, okay? If you need anything, have any problems, you talk to me, yeah?”

She nodded in understanding. “I’m sorry…”

“No,” he corrected. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blown up at you.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek.

Amy wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging onto him like a koala. “In an odd way, you’re kinda like my own dad...”

“Better me than him.” Bill wrapped his arms around her back, tightening the hug.

“I know. You’re better than him in a lot of ways. That’s what mom always says, anyway.”

“Damn straight. I’d never leave you or mom.”

After a few moments of silence, Amy spoke up. “Bill?”

“Hm?”

Amy pulled away again but kept her arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders. “Would it be okay if I borrowed some of your clothes for tomorrow?”

He used his hand to cup her cheek and swipe away a tear with his thumb. Because he was the oldest sibling he had a bigger stash of clothing compared to his sister. He often shared his clean clothes with her and didn’t mind. They were pretty much the same size. Since the school knew about their situation at home, they allowed the dress code for the uniforms bypass with Amy. As long as it kept her from not getting bullied at school, he was more than alright with it. “You know you don’t have to ask. You can just take what you need and carry on with your day, right?”

A faint smile appeared across her face. “Thanks.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna go see how mom’s doing with dinner.” Before Bill could unwrap himself around Amy, she attached herself to him again, not wanting him to leave her yet. His body stiffened at her reluctancy to let go. “Need daddy to hold you for a little longer?” He mocked, but deep down he meant it, and Amy knew he meant it. If there was ever going to be an official father-figure in her life, it’d be Bill.

“Please…?”

He sighed, giving into her needy nature. “Fine.” A few more seconds of silence passed. “Remember what I said. Don’t hesitate to come talk to me if something’s wrong.”

“Yes, dad,” she mocked back.

“Atta girl.”

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

7:00 p.m.

At the dinner table Bill, Amy, and their mother sat in their respected seats with a bowl of tomato soup and 1/4 slice of toast laid out in front of them. They had to ration the bread by slicing it in fours to make it last for two weeks. Since Amy was the youngest she got two 1/4s while Bill and his mother had the single 1/4 slices.

Like all the previous nights, Bill sacrificed his slice of toast, and passed it to Amy underneath the table. Tonight was no different and Amy hesitated before taking the slice. She loathed it whenever Bill did that. He needed to eat, too. She couldn’t stand seeing him waste away while he tried to keep some meat on her bones. But she would do the same thing for him in a heartbeat, only if he allowed her to do so.

7:15 p.m.

After dinner, everybody helped clean up the dishes before retiring to the bathroom to brush their teeth, and get ready for bed. Bill waited in his bedroom as his mother was tucking in Amy. He was too old to be tucked in. He granted his mother permission to wish him a good night, and maybe sweet dreams, before turning off his lamp on the nightstand, and going to sleep. Amy, on the other hand, insisted on being tucked in since she found the gesture to be precious. His mother didn’t seem to mind doing it either. She knew there would come a day when both her children would have to leave the house to scout for their own futures. So, she tried to cherish every moment with them, no matter how big or small it was. It mattered to her.

Bill heard his sister’s door shut and saw his mother appear around the corner. “Goodnight, Bill.”

“Night, mom.”

“Do you need a glass of water or anything?”

He shook his head. “I’m fine, mom.”

She nodded and flicked off his lamp, closing the door.

Bill laid there in the darkness for quite some time. His mind wandered to Emily. He wondered what she ate for dinner tonight. Probably a steak, medium-rare, with green beans, and mashed potatoes and gravy on the side. His stomach growled at the imagery as his mouth watered.

He visualized Emily’s elegant dinner table adorned with red and white candles, roses, champagne glasses, beautifully crafted ceramic plates, and silverware. He snapped out of his thoughts, rubbing his aching belly. He’d be going to bed hungry again while Emily would be sleeping on a full stomach. He resented it but had himself to blame for tricking his mind into thinking he’d be eating a steak off a piece of fine China. Bill closed his eyes and waited for dreamland to succumb him.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

The next morning Bill walked to school with Amy. He made sure to keep an eye on her during lunch break and to watch for students making snide remarks behind her back. The only component that was missing today was Emily. She wasn’t in first period (Lang & Lit) or third period (Biology), and she wasn’t seen sitting at a table for lunch. It surprised Bill. Maybe she decided to ditch school or call in sick? He questioned. Study Hall was gonna be lonely without her - and sure enough…it was.

After school, Amy walked home with two of her classmates while Bill trekked to Emily’s neighborhood. It was odd that she wasn’t present today. It made him worry. Perhaps he was overthinking? She might’ve just caught the flu or a cold. Or maybe she had an appointment and decided to skip the rest of the school day. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter to him, all he wanted to know was if Emily was okay, and that she wasn’t in any sort of danger.

As Bill walked along the sidewalk of Emily’s pristine neighborhood, older folks (who were sitting in their lawn chairs on the patio) eyed him suspiciously. They could tell Bill was an outsider, not just by his cheap clothing, but also because they haven’t seen him, or others like him, wander around this area. He ignored the glances and picked up his pace. He felt their stares were burning holes into his backside similar to how a cigarette is pressed against human flesh.

Unbeknownst to Bill, two cops were standing outside of their vehicles, chatting near a cul-de-sac. Emily’s house was located right behind them. The two officers noticed Bill walking towards them with both his hands in his pockets, and head lowered, his long hair covering his face.

“Hey, man, who’s that boy?” One of the officers asked, squinting his eyes in the distance.

The other officer studied the boy for a moment before coming to the realization. “Him? That’s Bill Bailey - Lafayette’s troublemaker. Not sure what he’s doing on this side of town,” he remarked.

“It’s the wrong side,” the other officer noted. “Bill Bailey, huh?” Unlike his partner, this officer didn’t know who Bill was, but he’s heard rumors, from time to time, about a young boy wrecking havoc every week. This must be the kid everyone’s up in arms about, he mused. “Is his father George Bailey?” He questioned, cracking a joke as he was referencing Jimmy Stewart’s classic Christmas film, It’s A Wonderful Life.

“Nah. Bill ain’t no saint like George Bailey. George did his whole town a favor, Bill does this whole State a disservice.” He said, malice creeping in his tone. He’s dealt with Bill in the past on multiple occasions and he sure as Hell didn’t want to see him now.

“What should we do? Tie him up?” The officer suggested.

His partner shook his head. “He’ll be spending the night where he belongs. In a cell.” He motioned his partner to follow him and the two walked up to Bill. “Hey, Billy,” the officer greeted. “Miss me?”

Bill looked up, his eyes widening in disbelief. What the fuck were they doing here?! He came to a halt, standing his own ground.

“Relax, Bill.” The same officer spoke. “Just wanted to have a little chat.” The officer circled him, eyeing Bill up and down, studying his long, shaggy hairstyle. “I see you grew your hair out.”

“Ain’t that a faggot thing?” The other officer chimed in.

Bill huffed a little, disregarding the stupid comment.

The officer who was circling him noticed. “Careful, man. He might punch your lights out,” he cautioned.

Bill rolled his eyes and continued to walk. They were purposely trying to piss him off and Bill wasn’t gonna waste his time with them, he had other (more important) matters to attend to.

“Hey! I didn’t say you could leave yet, boy!” The officer yelled, putting his hand on his shoulder, and spinning him around.

Within a second, Bill tried defending himself by swatting the officer’s hand away, only to be embraced from behind by the other officer who held both his arms down. “Let go of me!” Bill yelled, trying to jerk the officer off him.

When the other guy stepped closer to him Bill lifted both his legs up to kick him in the shins, but the officer acted fast and caught both his ankles, holding his squirming legs together. “You think I forgot about your old tricks, kid?” He taunted. “Handcuff his ass.”

His partner obliged and handcuffed Bill’s wrists. They carried him away and threw him in the backseat of the car, driving to the county jail.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

Bill received another worthless mugshot and was locked in a random cell for the night. He laid down on the bench and stared at the ceiling, not knowing what else to do. He was used to getting mistreated like this by the officers. He had a reputation and it got him in a lot of trouble, even when he didn’t do anything wrong.

The hours slowly passed and an officer made several rounds to check on each of the cells, including his, to make sure everything was in order. Bill could tell he was gonna miss his curfew tonight. It wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last.

At 10:00 p.m., the officer who was checking the cells came to Bill’s. “Psst. Hey, kid. Wake up!”

Bill opened his eyes and sat up on the bench.

“You’re gonna make a phone call to have someone bail your ass out. This cell needs to be occupied by other shitheads like you.”

“I’m not sharing this cell?” Bill asked, a little surprised. But knowing what happened when he was locked up with other men last time, he preferred to go home instead.

The officer led him towards a phone booth and gave him a quarter to use. “Make it count. It’s my last quarter,” he warned.

Bill contemplated on who to call. He could call his mother and inform her of his whereabouts, but he’s done that countless of times, it shattered him to see his mom look so heartbroken that her son had been abused by the law again. He couldn’t stand to see that look on her face.

Suddenly, another idea popped into his head. He’d call Emily to pick him up. Slotting the quarter into the booth, Bill dialed Emily’s home number, and waited for somebody to answer.

“Hello?” A groggy, female voice addressed. It was Emily’s mother.

Shit. He lost track of time and remembered Emily’s household went to bed early, too.

“Hi, Mrs. Clarice?” Bill tried to fake his best impression.

“Bill?” She questioned, sounding more alert. “Honey, it’s late. Everything alright? Is your mom okay? Your sister?”

“They’re fine. I just…I need to talk to Emily. It’s about the t-test for…tomorrow.” He needed to strengthen his lying skills someday and diminish the stuttering. It was a poor habit of his whenever he felt nervous.

“Aww, sweetie. Can’t it wait ‘til morning? She’s sleeping.”

“I realize she’s sleeping but it’s rather u-urgent.” He heard Clarice set the phone down on her nightstand.

There was silence for a few moments before he heard Emily’s voice on the other line. “Bill?”

“Emily,” he sounded relieved. “I need your help.”

“Uhm…what test are you referring to?” She queried, not having recollection about a test in any of her classes. How ironic would it be if she missed a test’s announcement on the same day she wasn’t in school?

“Listen carefully,” Bill spoke in a lower tone. “I need you to bail me out of jail tonight. It’s the one closest to your house.”

Emily paused, catching on to his plea. “Ohh, that test! Yes, our teacher wanted us to type the final draft for tomorrow and read it to the class.”

“Just sneak out of the house, through your bedroom window, and haul ass.” He advised.

“I’m sure I can help you finish it in Study Hall.”

“Thanks, babe. You’re a real one.”

“Don’t worry about it. You have plenty of time to get it done. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Love you.”

Another wave of silence passed. “Alright, Bill.” It was her mother again. “You get some sleep now, got it?”

“Yes, Mrs. Clarice.”

“Alright. Take care, honey.”

“Goodnight.” Bill hung up the phone and waited for Emily’s arrival.

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It took Emily 30 minutes to run to the county jail, be she eventually made it. She told the officer she was here to pick up Bill, since they needed proof for a bailout, and released him out of custody.

“You kids have a safe night. Stay out of trouble!” The officer told them on a parting note.

Bill and Emily walked side by side, holding hands.

“Did they beat you?”

“No.”

Emily squeezed his hand tighter. “I’m sorry for missing school today. I should’ve been there…” She sounded guilty. If she would’ve been by his side, none of this would’ve happened to him. She blamed herself for this mess.

“It’s okay. Why weren’t you there?” He asked, the curiosity still lingering.

Emily stopped in her tracks and released his hand, causing Bill to turn around and face her.

“It’s situations like these, Bill.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…I skip a day, I don’t know, because I felt like it, and wham! You’re gone! I don’t know how long I can keep doing this!” She yelled, sounding hysterical. “How long I can keep pretending everything is fine when it’s not. Maybe that’s why I needed to skip today. To clear my head about us.”

“Baby, baby-“

“Life keeps throwing rocks at you and I won’t be able to help, or be there for you. I won’t always be here!” Tears welled up in her eyes. “Just like how you’re not always here! You disappear because those bastards catch you. Fuck, Bill, I can’t even help you with your home life!”

Bill moved closer, placing his hands on her hips. “Baby, I know. This will be a one time thing. I have other options.” Maybe he should’ve utilized those other options and not her. Emily didn’t deserve to be involved in his chaotic life. She seemed too sweet and innocent for her own good, and Bill wanted to uphold that facade, not destroy it. She didn’t deserve to be corrupted and live on the edge like him on a daily basis. She’s been through enough trouble in her own life, she didn’t need to carry his burdens, too.

“I need you, Bill…” she whined, a tear streaming down her cheek.

“I need you too, honey. You know I’ll always wait for you, right? I’d never leave you.”

Emily’s face contorted from the pain she felt inside her heart. “I…might.”

“Huh? Explain.” He wasn’t understanding what Emily was throwing at him. He didn’t have the patience for games and he wished she would just come clean.

“I need a guy to always be here - by my side. If you go to jail, I have to be there with you.”

“Baby, we don’t even share the same bed.” He reminded. “I can’t be your lifeline when you need me most.”

“That’s the thing…I’m realizing it now. I don’t think I can carry on with our relationship. It’s too much.”

Now Bill was the one who felt heartbroken by her statement. “What?”

“Face it, Bill. You need a stronger girlfriend. Someone who is more resilient than me.”

“Don’t say that. We can work on this together. I’m still figuring this shit out,” he confessed.

Emily sighed, sniffling. She was uncertain about the whole thing.

Bill saw the confliction behind her eyes and spoke again, “I chose you because you’re perfect. If you weren’t right for me, I would’ve released you into the sea long ago.” That was the truth. Bill would never admit it, but Emily meant more to him than he ever imagined. He lost his virginity to her and she was always loyal to him from day one, she never judged him, or feared him like the other students did. She was different and he liked that.

Emily’s heart swelled at his words. But she had trouble believing in her own self that she could stay committed to Bill, Lafayette’s troublemaker.

“C’mon. Let’s continue our walk,” he encouraged. “You can think about it on the way.”

Rampant thoughts went through Emily’s head, landing on the same conclusion over and over again - stay with Bill. Maybe she could conquer through? Maybe this was another rough patch she had to hurdle over? She wanted to be on the other side of the patch where the grass was greener and not so frail. She knew she had to be patient. The process would be worth her while once Bill was free and hers again like tonight. It was a continuous cycle she’d need to grow accustomed to.

The two arrived outside her home and they looked at each other.

“See you tomorrow…?”

Bill nodded, confirming it. “Tomorrow.”

A small smile crept across her lips.

“One more thing.” Bill hoisted her up, having her legs wrap around his waist as his hands travelled up her skirt. “You bare for me?” He asked, feeling pleased that she wasn’t wearing any panties this time. His palms ran circles over her ass, gripping her soft flesh.

“Of course I am.” She giggled. “Easy access, right?”

Using one hand to hold her in place, Bill used his other hand to unzip his pants, and slide himself inside of her drenched cunt.

She whimpered at the contact, her walls clenching around his length ecstatically.

“Remember how I feel inside.” He reminded. “Nobody can make you feel this good.”

Emily rested her head on his shoulder, keeping her quivering legs at his side. “Nobody,” she whispered.

“You’re mine, baby. All mine.” He nipped at her neck, using his tongue to lick behind her earlobe, causing her to squirm in his embrace, but whenever she did her cunt clenched around him again, making her clit pulsate with desire. Bill always had a way of making her feel full, loved, and wanted. It went beyond just needing satisfaction. Their bodies were intertwined, as one, and they couldn’t stand letting each other go. They needed to save each other. Together, they were the key to escaping their old lives in Indiana.

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old school love with choi seunghyun

notes minors dni contains fem reader, non idol au, seunghyun and reader are in their early twenties, always written with plus size reader in mind as i am myself but anyone can read, takes place in the late 2000s (hence the mention of specific phones, references to certain media, songs linked throughout, and party culture,) awkward yet cute first meeting, this very much slice of life, slight angst (a silly misunderstanding during the meet cute, reader brings up insecurities from not being experienced), tooth rotting fluff, a few appearances from jiyong because yes!, mentions of smoking and drinking, reader is inexperienced (never been kissed, never been confessed to; seunghyun is her first love), reader has strict parents which leads to seunghyun and reader having to sneak around, seunghyun and reader are down bad, smut (over the phone, in the car, oral f receiving, dirty talk, foreplay, p in v), and some inevitable typos.

requested? no, this is an original idea! this was initially inspired by the mention of old school love in this song by zayn. i've always heard of the concept, and this is my take on it, told through vignettes of gentle young love. please request something if you'd like, and don't hesitate to check my pinned post. i love this man tenderly. please tell me you see the vision. enjoy!

new year's eve 2007. there's still three hours to midnight, and seunghyun's wondering why he chose to wear a hoodie with long sleeves underneath to a crowded house party. luckily he's got his own corner of the compact living room, standing between two friends he hitched a ride with there—his third being the host—so he aptly distracted himself from how hot it was with their banter as best he could, laughing into his red solo cup before taking a swig of whatever concoction his friend mixed for him in the kitchen earlier tonight. he hid his soured expression over the taste well, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. seunghyun remembers asking for a rum and coke, and he can definitely taste the latter ... but he'd know his enemy smirnoff anywhere ... it was way too stuffy to move, so he humbly took the loss.

"there you fuckin' are!" seunghyun looked up to see jiyong, the one hosting who already looked as if the night had taken its toll. "holy shit, man. i've been looking everywhere for you guys!" seunghyun had to squint to hear him over the loud music. the fact there wasn't much lighting besides a few lamps and multi-colored rotating disco party lights didn't help either. "c'mon. she just got here—in the kitchen." jiyong motioned his head to the left, the trio following him into the crowd. the kitchen was much more well lit and slightly less congested, but seunghyun nonetheless had to put his weight against the fridge to grant enough room to stand comfortably. he offered a polite grin and wave to the friend group mainly comprised of women his age in front of him, the one in the middle introduced as jiyong's girlfriend. you were closest to the counter, the left of everyone, cracking open a hard seltzer you picked from the cooler stationed beside the sink. you grimaced after taking a sip, bringing the can to your eyes to see the flavor that wronged you: lime. "christ, that's horrible." you shook your head, expression soured.

seunghyun didn't overhear, because he was too busy looking over his shoulder in amazement upon hearing one of his suggestions for the party mixtape blare throughout the house. reverting his attention back with a smug grin on his face, his eyes fluttered past you tugging at the collar of your sweater, pulling at it repeatedly for what looked to be air flow. seunghyun wondered if the party felt like an oven to you, too, and if you overdressed like him, because he started fanning himself without realizing.

an hour later, he couldn't take it anymore. "be right back, i'm going out for a smoke." he told a friend sat beside him on the couch. he could not have cared less that it was below freezing outside, or that the leftovers from the snow storm three weeks ago had probably frozen over into patches of black ice littering the deck—he needed to cool off. he closed the sliding door with a relieved huff, the party now muffled. the feet of his sneakers crunched against the snow, hands pushing his hood off his head, fingers brushing through his sweaty hair. "holy shit." he muttered to himself, pulling his sleeves up to his elbows. seunghyun could see his breath when he exhaled, and goosebumps rose along his bare arms, but as far as he was concerned, he would stay out here to ring in the new year if it meant he wouldn't have to suffer a heatstroke inside. he walked to a spot behind the wooden railing framing the entirety of the deck, his hand reaching into his pocket for his marlboros. he took out a cigarette, hanging it between his lips, searching for his lighter next. it was then he looked up and saw you standing at your own spot along the railing some feet away, having looked over your shoulder to see who else had come outside.

it was too late to ignore, or act like you didn't see each other, so he did the favor of making things less awkward. or trying to, as any twenty-something year old hopes: seunghyun took the unlit cigarette out of his mouth. "hi," he spoke uncharacteristically quietly. "you're—" thank the universe he remembered her name, because the irrational nerves over making conversation were mounting quickly. "—friend, right?" you nodded. "you're jiyong's?" you asked. he smiled, nodding too. "i'm seunghyun. we met earlier, in the kitchen?" his tone asked if you remembered, his hand gesturing to the sliding door. "yes!" you responded a bit more enthusiastically than you intended to in your head, internally cringing. "i remember, i remember." you said, nodding. you didn't know what else to do. seunghyun must've felt the same, because he nodded at nothing.

you looked away from him, feeling flustered. he mimicked, hands balled up in his pockets. "you—" he cleared his throat. "you liking the party?" "hm?" you didn't expect him to continue the conversation. "yeah!" here you went again, sounding animated to the point that even he, a complete stranger, could tell you were over-compensating. "i mean," you let out a breath, shrugging your shoulders. "its okay. i don't really go to parties often, so i guess i could say i misjudged how hot it'd be to show up in a sweater with a thermal underneath." seunghyun exhaled through his nose, an upside down grin tugging at his lips. "i know." he agreed. "hot as shit in there, bro." you chuckled. "hot as shit indeed."

silence brewed. seunghyun didn't turn away, so you took it as your turn to fill the air. you pulled out the only card you had (bringing up a mutual friend,) even if he'd done so already: "how long have you—" the sudden dryness of your throat was certainly a sign from the universe to shut up, but it was too late to cut yourself off completely. you swallowed, continuing: "how long have you known jiyong?" "since we were kids. middle school, i think." seunghyun doesn't know why he implied he didn't know, because he certainly did. he also wondered why he nodded, again, at nothing. who boldfaced lied when they said your preteen years were the most awkward? because he wanted to curl into a ball right the fuck now. he was usually fine at making small talk, what was the difference now? why couldn't he stop nodding?? "how about you?" oh, great. now his voice was a noticeable octave higher, clearing his throat.

you knew what he meant. "we met each other our freshman year. she was in my first year seminar, and we kind of just clicked." "you go to school around here?" "mhm," you nodded. "the university that everyone we know goes to, it feels like." you quipped, making that upside down grin appear on his face again. "how about you?" "the community college that no one goes to." he answered, voice back to normal. "but i'm in the middle of transferring there, funnily enough." then ushered in another characteristically young adult conversation: your studies. it was standard and harmless. even so, you came across a different reason to break a sweat despite the bitter cold beginning to numb your cheeks, or the sharp, quick breaths through your periodically chattering teeth. seunghyun took a step closer to you in the midst telling an anecdote about the last exam he had before the holiday break, inadvertently putting himself in your direct line of view. you realized not only oh, wow. he's pretty tall, to yourself, lifting your head a little to look at him, but also oh, wow. he's pretty cute, when your eyes met. or when he continued looking at you, because he finished saying his piece some seconds ago, yet you hadn't said anything. the fleeting silence only made you become more flustered, really coming to terms with just how fine he is; all clashing with how you have no idea how to talk to someone this attractive.

"yeah, that sounds fucked up." you attempted to mask the fact that you did not process a word of what he just said with a chuckle, gaze lowering momentarily to your hands, tugging at your sleeves to shield them from the cold, or just to do something. the words felt foreign in your mouth—your inner monologue making you feel like you were trying too hard—though you weren't allergic to profanity whatsoever. seunghyun smirked to himself, his own gaze falling to the snowy deck, until you spoke: "i had, like, three exams all in one day—the day before break." you said, glancing up at him before chickening out, reverting back to your hands which were completely engulfed by your knit sweater. your thumb poked out of the sleeve, nail picking at a fraying thread. "i guess i'm still feeling the repercussions of it." the volume of your voice dwindled somewhat coupled your shy grin, your shoulders shrugging, looking up at him. even through his chuckle with a smile making the corners of his eyes kiss, or his affirming "its brutal. i get that.," you mentally berated yourself: holy shit, is that the best i can do? just continue talking about school? get yourself together!

the next bout of silence lasted for at most ten seconds, but with how you were scrambling, it felt like years; working against an invisible timer. unbeknownst to him, this was seunghyun's turn to look at you. the only word coming to mind was sweet. he was smart enough to put two-and-two together as to why you were, admittedly, visibly nervous as he's had a girlfriend before. he wasn't the type to use that to inflate his ego, but found it charming nonetheless. seeing the curvature of your cheeks when you looked down made his heart soften—his lips molding into that damn knowing grin—and it could've very well been the minute gust of wind, but the glint in your eyes when you looked at him, nodding politely ... he was a little taken aback. you were devastatingly adorable.

your eye caught the cigarette in his hand. "you smoke?" you blurted out without an iota of a thought, so quick that your tone was almost bland—a moment where the subconscious beat rationale. oh my god. you momentarily closed your eyes, shocked at yourself. are you kidding me? seunghyun held in a laugh, trying his best to wipe his smile off his face when you opened your eyes. you mistook it as a sign of second-hand embarrassment. "oh my god. i'm so sorry, i don't know why i said—" "—it's okay, you're good." seunghyun shook his head as further affirmation, waving his free hand. he had completely forgotten he was still holding the cigarette, anyway. "but, yeah. i do. sometimes." his face started to feel warm. not because he felt shamed, or belittled, or judged, but because he caught sight of your eyes again. he could've sworn they'd grown in the last fifteen seconds. "d—do you?" he suddenly became very aware of how deep his voice is. "my voice has always sounded like this." he explained, gesturing to his throat. he knew he was being irrational, but like you before, it was too late to cut himself off. "i'm not like—uh—dying, or anything." he brushed off with an animated chuckle.

you felt like the worst person in the world. the nervous smile on your face didn't move a millimeter. "i don't." you shook your head. "and it's okay! i didn't mean to—i like your voice." your eyes widened. seunghyun raised his eyebrows. "you do?" he couldn't hide his smile. he returned the boldness, even if yours was a slip of the mouth. "i like your face." he meant it. there isn't a timeline out there where that wouldn't be the truth. your surprised expression made him exhale through his nose, an admiring grin on his face. oh, he wanted you. flashes ran through his head: squishing what looked to be the softest cheeks in the world between his palms, pulling you close to his chest to help you warm up; pressing his cheek against yours as a makeshift heater since you've truly made him that flustered, and how you'd react upon him calling you "my girl." sure, he was moving a little quickly, considering he's just realized he never asked for your name, but that's what just crushes do. seunghyun could not help the dream-like state he entered, placing his hand on the railing, the unlit cigarette slipping from his fingers, lost in the grass below. you, on the other hand, were speechless. never before have you ever been flirted with—this was flirting, right? like, you weren't misreading anything, or making shit up? "you ... you do?"

before seunghyun could answer, the sliding door opened, the ruckus of the party no longer blocked out. "seunghyun!" it was jiyong. "it's thirty minutes 'til the ball drop. i need help setting up the champagne." jiyong saw you, nearly cowering at seunghyun's scathing look reading are you fucking serious? "m-my bad, you guys." jiyong laughed awkwardly, putting a hand up in surrender. "seunghyun, just come in whenever." the door closed, leaving you two alone again. you were sheepish out of your goddamn mind, unable to look at seunghyun, content with the fact that your eyes may just stay on the deck forever. "i meant it, by the way." you looked up. "hm?" "i like your face." seunghyun repeated. your full smile that appeared ... his knees might have buckled. "oh," a giggle left your lips. yeah, he was a goner. "thank you. i ... i like your face, too." your voice was gentle. it felt indescribable, flirting back. you weren't sure if you were doing it right, considering you were suddenly really interested in the shape of your pointer finger's nail bed right about now, thwarting this fire-pit of feelings in your chest ... to be desired, chatted up, or pursued like this ... by a fine ass man nonetheless ... after being sidelined for your whole life, watching your friends experience something you wanted so badly too. oh my goodness—maybe your friends weren't just trying to make you feel better when they told you ad nauseam that it comes when you least expect it. because out of everything, and you mean everything you expected to happen tonight, this wasn't even in the realm of the realm of the utmost realm of possibilities.

you warded off wanting to hold his hand by interlacing your fingers together. seunghyun couldn't stop the stupidly big smile stretching across his face if he tried. "cool," he said, nodding. "that's .... that's cool." his hand came up, scratching the back of his neck. "listen, i .. uh—" he gestured to the door. "i gotta go back inside and help jiyong with the—with the champagne. could i get your number? i'll call you tomorrow, if that's okay with you." "yes!" your heart stammered over how he smiled so big his eyes smiled with him. seunghyun gave you his nokia flip phone, letting you type your number in. "call yourself so you can have my number, too." said seunghyun, pulling his sleeves back down. you did so, satisfied hearing your phone ring, pulling it out of your pocket to end the call. "i never got your name." he said, putting his phone back into his pocket. when you told him, he didn't stop his inner monologue from adding his surname. call it a random impulsive thought or whatever, but he was being serious. "i'll see you inside?" he asked, halfway through walking to the door. "mhm!" you responded. "see you inside." seunghyun smiled, disappearing back into the party. you missed his fine ass already . . .

so there you were, the next evening, repeatedly glancing at your phone. you felt fine for a majority of the day; sleeping in after coming home late the night previous, treating your hovering hangover with plentiful amounts of water and falling asleep yet again, but within the first hour of fellowship of the ring (it was your first time in recent years defying your self-made new year's tradition), and hurriedly bringing your phone within eyesight if it did so much as beep. you wondered if seunghyun would actually call . . . it all seemed too good to be true . . . and you hoped that he'd just magically show up, looking over your shoulder and out the living room window for his car (did he even have one?) and walk up to your door (he hasn't the faintest clue where you live) with a bouquet of roses (he doesn't know they're your favorites. well, at least not yet) to profess his undying love to you (working on that too. the to do list is in your head). so when your phone rang after dinner, your hair still very much wet from your shower; the towel having just been thrown behind your desk chair, you momentarily froze. you grabbed your phone from your desk, confused by the unknown number. but then you recognized the area code as your own, realising that in the midst of your yearning, you completely forgot to save his number.

you pressed the answer button, bringing your phone to your ear. "hello?" "hey!" my goodness, it wasn't too good to be true. "happy new year! i wasn't able to find you after the ball dropped. so, yeah. here's me wishing you." he descended into a short, slightly nervous chuckle. he was looking for me!? oh my god!? "happy new year," you said back, closing your bedroom door. "you were looking for me? i left at around two, i think. how about you?" "five, maybe." seunghyun dodged the other question, his face already feeling warm not even a full minute in. "jiyong needed help cleaning up, and kicking people out." "five!?" you exclaimed, sitting on the edge of your bed. "and here i was, fighting sleep all day, whereas you sound unscathed." seunghyun laughed heartily. "i slept in until, like, two today. so i wouldn't say i was completely unaffected." "that's fair." you nodded, despite him not being able to see.

"how about you, hm?" he asked, voice smooth and low, even over the grainy audio. "did you sleep good?" "i did. better than usual." seunghyun smirked, fingers toying with the drawstring cords of his sweatpants. "how about you?" he heard your sweet voice ask. "i slept good, too. knowing i'd be talking to you the next day." you hid your eyes behind your palm, elbow resting atop your thigh. how you were able to get words out, you had no idea. "seunghyun," he could hear that on a loop for the rest of his life and he would die a happy man. "you can't just say shit like that." "why not?" the gentle, yet teasing lilt to his words made you feel dizzy. it was as if the universe finally aligned in your favor. what he would do to see the look on your face right now . . . "what? have you never been flirted with, or something?" he quipped playfully without much thought. "i haven't, no." you answered truthfully. "but you still can't say shit like that, seunghyun. i need a warning or something. it's like my mind stops working." you chuckled, pressing your phone to your ear like its the last thing you'll ever do.

seunghyun's eyebrows flinched in and out of a furrow. "no one's ever flirted with you? what do you mean?" the question aired out before thinking. the realised insensitivity of his words coupled with the unintended belittling tone made him backtrack almost immediately: "that was low of me to say. i'm sorry, that's my bad completely." he shook his head completely. "it's okay!" you shook your head, too. "you didn't know. it's fine." you took a breath. "but if we're being honest . . . no. i've never done anything like that before. i'm more used to seeing it happen to other people than experiencing it, if that makes sense." "it does." seunghyun was quick to affirm, nodding whilst he listening to your words carefully. "yeah," your palm slid up and down your thigh, subconsciously trying to self-sooth. "so . . . last night, when we were talking . . . i thought you were making fun of me. or pulling my leg. but then i realised my brain just wasn't letting me accept that . . . oh, this guy might think i'm cute, too." "i do. i do think that." seunghyun sat up in his bed, determined. "i would never do that. i'm not that type of guy. i don't know who you've met, or made you feel like this, but know i'm not like that."

there was a brief moment of silence from your end of the call. "are you sure you're not just saying that to me to be nice?" "of course not." he said sincerely, tone soft. "of course i'm not saying it to be nice. i mean it. i'll be honest, when i met you last night, you have some of the most kissable cheeks i've ever fucking seen." he pulled his legs up to sit criss-cross. this was serious to him. "how about when you casually mentioned you won an award for a policy paper you wrote about education? i didn't know i'd be at the same party as the future president." "oh my god!" you laughed, face feeling as if it was ablaze. "you're crazy." "look, people have decided to miss out on you, but i won't. are you free on friday? no—scratch that, we're on break until next week. are you free tomorrow?"

for the first time in your life, you didn't feel the need to convince yourself you were worthy of romance, because the universe rooted for you, too. "i am. all day." you said. "i'll take you to dinner. do you want to see a movie?" "i like them, yeah. but . . . i mean, i was watching fellowship of the ring earlier today." just say it. he's right there, on the other side of the line. just say it. ". . . but, i like talking to you. i'd—" you cleared your throat. "i'd rather do that then wait two hours to—uh—do so, if that makes sense." your palm started soothing your thigh again. seunghyun had the stupidest smile on his face. he refrained from hiding his head underneath his pillow. "but we can watch a movie! next time! if that's . . . if that's what you want!" your eyes closed in defeat, hiding your face from no one. "oh god, i'm digging myself into a hole here. i have no idea how to do this." "you're doing really well." said seunghyun. "enough to make my face feel like i have the highest fever ever." "you too." you responded sheepishly. "we'll finish fellowship of the ring on our second date. it's my favorite after return of the king, anyway." you hit the jackpot. "okay," you responded, how fucking sweet you sounded made his heart palpitate. "sounds good, seunghyun. i can't wait."

three months later, you beginning to feel those love songs you've heard all your life were onto something. something you come to terms with would pass you by as a way to cope—but here he was now, bending down onto his knee in the middle of a busy bookstore to tie your shoelace; buying the cds of your favorite artists that you mention either intentionally or off-the-cuff, downloading them to his ipod to listen in between lectures, doing coursework, or storing them into his cd wallet in the center console of his car to listen on his way to pick you up; or spending a lot of his time kissing those precious cheeks ("you're so sweet, you know that? so pretty, too." "seunghyun . . ." "see, that's what i mean.") he's a very smooth talker, doting, and affectionate. primarily because he cannot get enough of the look on your face whenever he makes a move, but also because you breath more life into him when he does so. to seunghyun's fault, however, he can get a little ahead of himself, and forget how shy you can be. so when the tension had been brewing throughout the entirety of your third date, you two sat in bashful silence in his car, him parked some feet away from your house. the music had since been lowered; one of the many cds he's bought since you started dating. seunghyun leaned over the center console towards you, only to retract somewhat when he heard a small gasp. "i'm sorry," he said. "did i—was that too quick?" "no, no. it's okay." you nodded in reassurance. "i just . . . i've just never kissed anyone before. sorry, i know that probably sounds really annoying by now." your hands were in your lap, thumb running over your knuckles to thwart the warmth traveling up your neck.

seunghyun shook his head. "its not. i told you its not." he said sincerely. its true, he has told you that it is and will never be a problem. how he giggles over the phone and presses kisses onto the back of your hand whenever he holds it serves as testament, but that voice in your head can be a bit louder. "i want to." you tell him, eyes meeting with his. seunghyun looked so fine it was almost offensive; his grown out black hair and choppy bangs messily framing his face albeit with effortless charm. he's told you he thinks it makes him look weird, hence how often he wears beanies and puts his hood up, but the moment you muttered "i think it makes you look really handsome," over the phone two nights ago, he showed up tonight letting it breath no problem. "but i don't know how." you told him, shaking your head. "its okay, baby," seunghyun reassured tenderly. it was the first time he called you that pet name, but he didn't think twice as it felt akin to natural instinct to call you that. you, on the other hand, were struggling to keep it together in the passenger's seat. i only have so much strength as a woman . . . you thought to yourself.

"we'll take it slow. just close your eyes and take a breath for me, okay? the rest'll come naturally. i promise." "okay." you nodded, trusting him. seunghyun leaned in again. you saw his eyes glance at your lips before returning to yours, your lids darkening your vision only when his nose brushed against yours. his lips were soft and wet as he had licked them before kissing you. yours were so fucking warm against seunghyun's, making him want to kiss you all the more harder, but he steadied himself, reconnecting gently. the side of his nose nestled against yours. "how was that?" he whispered. the cd had finished playing, so the car was quiet besides you and him. "good." you whispered back. "how did i . . . how did i do?" "good," he nodded, glancing at your lips again. "just . . . try kissing me back. don't think about it," your felt his hair tickle your forehead as he shook his head. "i know you'll be good."

to his delight, you were the one that closed the small gap between you. the kiss was so soft, almost nurturing; all the more intoxicating. you reconnected the kiss, pressing your lips onto his in a way that made his arms feel like tv static. "a little softer." he murmured, half-talking to you, but more-so to himself to come down. seunghyun went to kiss you again, but his lips landed on the corner of your opened mouth. "i-i'm sorry." "no, no. it's okay, baby," he tutted softly. christ, that fucking voice of his was going to end you one day. "come here. come here, baby." he got your lips back on his, but you broke it again, obscenely flustered. your heartbeat was in your temples, your palms sweaty in your lap. "seunghyun," you pleaded in that voice he would go to fucking war for. "you can't just call me that." "i can, and i will." he said. "now, come here, baby."

his hand reached over, holding both of yours beneath his palm. you brought a hand up to his jaw when he kissed you, feeling him hum against your lips in encouragement. seunghyun tilted his head a little to the left, deepening the kiss but not by too much, monitoring your reaction. his muscles relaxed upon feeling your exhale through your nose brush along his cheeks. the kiss ceased after a few moments by you once again, only this time to catch your breath. he rested his forehead against yours, breathless himself. "you're really good at this." he said, heartbeat stuttering when he heard your quiet "thank you." seunghyun blurted out this next question without much thought or reason, since he imagined the moment where he asked this to be more romantic, but he simply could not hold himself back: "can i—can i be your boyfriend?"

"yes, yes you can." you responded. both of your hands now held either side of his face, feeling his hand squeeze your thigh a little. "you can be my boyfriend, seunghyun." a grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "i'll—i'll get you flowers and card, and ask you more properly next time." "its okay, its fine." you nodded against his forehead. your thumb traced his bottom lip, "just kiss me right now. i—i need—" you did not need to tell him twice. seunghyun reunited your lips, hand gripping your thigh when your fingers slipped into his hair.

even though you were well over the appropriate age to start dating, you just knew your parents would freak out if they knew you were running around with a boy. you didn't even think to employ the thought; it just wasn't an option. it would be something about distracting yourself from your studies (your grades were nowhere near subpar), or moving too quickly (hey! you're in college, by the way), or being subject to the ongoing mass, unreasonable hysteria over teen pregnancy perpetuated by national news editorials and shitty reality shows, making parents believe by standing near the opposite sex their daughters will somehow be with child (again, you're in your twenties and in college, and its also not your fault parents around the country treat mtv like its the second coming of the satanic panic of the eighties)—so you saved yourself the trouble. seunghyun understood wholeheartedly and took no issue with it, but that doesn't mean he didn't dare go against the grain.

a week before your two month anniversary, your ringtone rang, slightly muffled atop your duvet. you got up from your desk chair, leaving your coursework behind and walked to your bed, clicking the green call button. "hi seunghyun," your voice was soft. "everything okay?" "hey baby," he said. "i'm good, i'm good." he stuffed his free hand into the pocket of his puffer jacket, shivering. "how was your day, hm? i missed you." "fine," you answered, keeping your phone to your ear by raising your shoulder, flipping your textbook to the next chapter you needed to read to complete an assignment. "just a lot of work to do. you know how sundays are. i missed you, too." "i know, baby." his hand left his pocket, using the side of his thumb to wipe his nose. "you know, i'm happy to hear that you missed me, because i'm outside." you raised your head, alarmed, eyebrows knit in confusion. "what do you mean you're outside?" "i mean that i'm outside." "outside where?" "your window." his laugh was masked with a cough. "shit—it's really cold out here, baby." he muttered, looking around at the street lamps, his car parked some distance away. your room was on the lower floor of your family's home; the window on the side of the house and had some height to it, but not enough to ward off seunghyun's idea. so here he was, acting on it.

you hurriedly closed your bedroom door. "are you crazy!?" you whispered. "it's freezing outside! how long have you been out there?" "about ten minutes," seunghyun's tone was calm, as if it was just another day. "there isn't that much distance between your house and the street, but it took a while because i had to avoid the frozen over snow." "you're insane." you muttered. he smiled even wider. "let me see you, baby. c'mon. i miss you." you hung up the call. seunghyun watched the window before him, his upside down grin showing proudly when the curtains opened, revealing you. the snow crunched crisply underneath his feet, walking up when you unlocked and opened the window. "you're utterly insane," you said, resting your elbows on the windowsill, hearing him laugh. "its almost midnight. we both have class early tomorrow, and my parents could wake up at any moment!" you voice descended into a loud whisper. seunghyun waved his hand dismissively. "what did i tell you the other night? i'll drive you. you don't need to take the bus anymore." he spoke quietly, understanding the circumstance, even if he enjoyed teasing you. "you know what else you did the other night that you could've done now? call me." you retorted, but it was really hard to act upset. "you don't like my gesture?" he asked, not hiding his knowing smirk. "i'm saying you saw me two days ago, and you're seeing me every day before our anniversary." "i'd see you every hour in between, if i could."

you didn't have anything smart to say, so you succumbed to your flustered state. seunghyun, looking so princely in his puffer jacket with no beanie in sight, the distant cast of your nightside table lamp weakly illuminating his slightly reddened cheeks from the bitter cold, stepped closer. "give me a kiss and i'll go, baby. just needed to see you." your knees nestled onto the carpeted floors, your torso leaning out the window. seunghyun grabbed onto the ledge, hoisting himself onto the tips of his toes. it was enough for his head to be leveled with your bedroom, but not for long as his eyes fluttered closed to the feeling of your palms holding his face, bringing your lips to his in a tender, sweet kiss. his chin brushed against the ledge, tightening his grip when he re-connected the kiss, feeling his mouth thaw from the cold and ignoring how his under arms were beginning to burn. "can't last twelve hours without you." he murmured against your lips. "learn to." you whispered, kissing him back. "don't wanna." seunghyun took a quick breath when you kissed him one last time, the soft squeak of your lips parting making him feel light-headed.

he watched you in a daze when you returned to resting your elbows against the windowsill; you were as beautiful as a deity, so effortless with your allure. a content smile appeared on his face, eyes twinkling. "thank you, baby." his voice was smooth, turning his head to kiss your palm upon your fingers fixing his hair. he slowly let go of the ledge, paying no mind to how his palms ached. he glanced below him, "i'm sure if i bring a step stool big enough, it'll be no problem next time—" "—next time?" seunghyun looked up. "what? you don't want there to be a next time?" he asked, that goddamn teasing lilt in his voice. "i . . . i do." you spoke so sweetly, he thought he could muster the strength to jump inside. "but at least tell me ahead of time so you won't freeze to near fucking death."

seunghyun kept his word, because the night after your anniversary, he was back outside your window equipped with a step stool. thus began your very risky sneaking around: his arrival at your window at around 10 pm (or thirty minutes later if you went on a date, giving you enough time to return home without suspicion over where you've been, shower, and get ready for bed; either way, he was waiting for your signal of opening the curtains), speed walking to your window after locking his car, step stool in the other hand, climbing into your room after you opened your window, and settling beside you in bed. you spoke in the quietest of whispers, giggled into each other's shoulders, and shared delicate kisses. other times, you brought out your portable dvd player, snuggling into his chest whilst his arms wrapped around you. "my baby. my beautiful girl." he murmured into your supple skin before planting kisses on your forehead, laying his head atop yours. you two read the subtitles in peaceful silence—not daring to raise the volume—either fighting sleep or keeping awake with each other's lips.

he usually left at around one, but one night on the cusp of four months together, both of you fell asleep. you stirred awake, feeling the dvd player lodged uncomfortably underneath your thigh, gradually turning onto your side. seunghyun was in sound slumber, breaths coming in quiet, but curt whistles. your room wasn't completely dark, squinting at the lamp you forgot to turn off next to your bedside digital clock. you jolted awake upon seeing the time: 4:17 AM. "oh my god—" you murmured to yourself, yanking the duvet off of you and getting up in a panic. you turned to seunghyun's sleeping state in utmost dread, remembering he's a deep sleeper, and its a battle to wake him up. "fuck!" you whispered. you tried to think of something, lifting to the duvet further, spotting his ipod and wired headphones. you grabbed it, seeing it there was still half charge. you turned seunghyun's head upright, lodging the headphones in his ears. you scrolled through his library briefly, turning the dial to amp up the volume. "i'm sorry." you whispered apologetically, clicking play.

he stirred awake, sitting up on his elbows, headphones falling out of his ears. "whhaa—" "seunghyun? seunghyun, baby? its four in the morning." you whispered. he slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes. "its four am?" he mumbled, voice riddled with slumber, sounding lower than usual. "yes, baby," you whispered, the bed dipping next to him as you sat. "we fell asleep. i—i don't think my parents came in. but you have to go home." "i know. i know, baby." seunghyun mumbled, pushing the duvet off his jeans. "just—just give me a moment." "thank you." your hand lay on his cheek, bringing the closer one to your lips. seunghyun puckered his lips, still lost in his lingering sleep, humming lowly in satisfaction when he felt your chaste kiss. he climbed out of bed, leaving his ipod behind, stuffing his feet into his shoes by the window. you unlocked it, hearing him yawn, his palm covering his mouth. "i'll come back at ten." he told you, more awake than before. "okay." you spoke softly, entering his usual embrace, your arms wrapping around one another. "i'll see you then. call me when you get home." "i will, my beautiful girl." his breath was hot against your temple—your height only barely reaching his shoulder—pressing a kiss onto your skin before you lifted your head, bringing your lips to his. his thumb kept your chin in place, kissing you back. "i love you, baby." "i love you too, seunghyunie." with that, he climbed out of your window. he grabbed the step stool, walking to his car. the sunrise peered over your neighborhood, only to be shunned out with the closing of your window and drapes. it wasn't until you tucked the dvd player and his ipod away in your nightside drawer did you realize . . . wait . . . we just said i love you.

weekends are typically reserved for dates which largely consist of getting coffee, taking the train into the city to visit museums (and seunghyun nudging his forehead into your temple shyly whenever you lock your arm with his), or passing time walking throughout the mall; looking through various shops and boutiques with your hand in his (and him keeping his gaze on the kay jewelers for a little longer than he intended), sitting next to you as opposed to across during dinner, and ending the night by making out in the backseat of his car. your hand on his cheek, his on your thigh; tongues in fair play. you broke the kiss to look at the small analog clock on his dashboard, biting your bottom lip when his lips found their usual spot on your neck, barely hiding your whimper. "fuck." he muttered, moving to the other side of your neck. his hands rested on either of your hips, humming in content upon feeling your fingers find his hair. "s-seunghyun," you fought to keep your eyes open. "it's 11:10. i have to go inside." "your parents can wait five more minutes." he said. the feeling of his voice vibrating against your skin made your eyes roll back, thighs rubbing together. a small gasp reverberated through the car when seunghyun started running his tongue repeatedly over a spot of your warm skin, sucking and popping off of it. "i really have to go inside—" "—at least let me finish this, baby. the last one healed too quickly." "o-okay," you let out a shaky breath, holding the back of his head, letting your eyes flutter closed. "don't make it too big." "i won't."

sundays were spent at the university library. you two are in your own worlds, sharing a spacious table with various pieces of coursework, required readings, and notebooks sprawled out in a way that only makes sense to your respective minds—seunghyun with his hood up, wired headphones in and reading glasses on. your pen cap between your teeth whilst you read the third of five passages for an upcoming essay you had due; back and forth between taking notes and highlighting lines. you didn't study together much during the week since your lectures did not align most days. but on the mornings where it did, neither of you having classes until the afternoon, seunghyun came over no matter the time he slept or if he was there the night previous, but neither of you studied. he meant it when he said he would spend every hour with you if he could, because he wakes up early just to be with you. it doesn't matter if its to fall right back asleep in your bed after your parents left for work at nine, he was there.

his personal favorites were early saturday afternoons (bonus points if you were going to a party later that night): him laying on top of you, his temple against your chest, taking a nap. he would fall asleep to the sound of you turning the pages of your book, coupled with the steady rise and fall of your chest. by the sound of his quiet snores, you started to feel sleepy by proxy. you would give in after nearly dropping the paperback book on his head, putting it aside on your bedside table. your hand reached down your side for his hand, fishing it out of the warm duvet to set an hour timer on his watch. you brought the pads of his fingers to your lips, kissing them softly before nestling in for your own nap, holding your baby close to you.

you loved and trusted each other to the point of peaceful co-existence. you and seunghyun were alone in the house one saturday evening; him in your room, you in the bathroom down the hall. you were going to a mutual friend's party to dually celebrate both her birthday and the end of finals week that night. your bedroom door was wide open, seunghyun overhearing the rustling of your makeup bag as his eyes looked through your shelf of cds. songs in a minor, alicia keys .... everyone else is doing it, so why can't we?, the cranberries .... b'day, beyoncé .... parachutes, coldplay .... his copy of pink floyd's dark side of the moon that he lent you a couple weeks ago .... grace, jeff buckley .... until he came across the miseducation of lauryn hill towards the front of the shelf, carefully pulling it out and opening the case. he placed the cd in your player on the shelf below, closing the lid and pressing play. he skipped to track 4, lowering the volume to have it blend seamlessly into the background, feeling content.

"seunghyun?" "yeah, baby?" he called back. he turned around, seeing you at the doorway, holding two eyeliner pencils in your hand. "which one: black or dark brown?" he walked over, taking the pencils from your hands, looking them over his palm. "hm. . ." he pondered with genuine thought. "this one is metallic," you pointed to the dark brown liner. "so it has a little shine to it." "i remember," seunghyun nodded. "you wore this one when we went for brunch a couple weeks ago. it looked really pretty." "thank you." you said quietly, glancing down at the carpet. you still felt flustered receiving his compliments, even nearly half a year into your relationship. "so the brown liner, then?" "mhm." "okay. thank you, my love." your hands reached up to his face, bringing him in for a quick kiss. "anything for you, my beautiful girl." said seunghyun, placing purposeful kisses onto your temple and cheek.

you took the liners from him, your sweet laughter ringing in his ears as his arms made residence around your waist, pulling you close to him. your arms took in his shoulders, giggling at the ticklish feeling of his lips kissing a part of your exposed shoulder from the loose collar of your shirt. "my beautiful, beautiful girl." he murmured into your soft skin, kissing your lips once more. you loved how clingy he could be . . . though he would look like a deer in headlights, melting into a puddle of his own pride if it was pointed out. he loved being called seunghyunie. better yet, add "my" in front of that, and he'll have to take laps around the room. he's buried his head into your neck on many nights he snuck over, or even in his own bed, hiding his bashful state with incoherent mutterings of anything from "i'm going to go into heart failure early in my life" to "you make me lose all reason, and i love it."

you kissed him back, feeling his tongue collide with yours. seunghyun went in again, but you parted your lips, turning your head as a smile stretched across your face, his lips finding the corner of your mouth. "you're my big baby." you said sweetly, looking up at him. "my big, tall baby, seunghyunie. how's that, hm?" you erupted into a fit of giggles when seunghyun's forehead fell against your temple—a tell-tale sign that you hit the right bashful nerve—that, as far as seunghyun was concerned, sounded a whole lot like wedding bells. "baby . . ." he elongated his last syllable, voice so low it took a moment to understand. "see? you're already living up to the name." you said. your arms slid off the back of his shoulders, hands resting atop them as best they could whilst you held the liners, briefly standing on your toes to kiss his lips. "i have to go get ready." seunghyun's arms left your waist, resting on your hips. "i like the nickname." he admitted in a murmur. "i know." you nodded. "and i love you, too." "i love you so much." seunghyun couldn't help himself, lips peppering kisses onto the supple skin of your cheek, planting a final one on your lips.

one thing about seunghyun is he loves parties, but none more than being able to show you off. so when he's sat on one of the stools lining the host's kitchen island, you stood between his legs, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as his are tenderly around your waist; hands traveling your lower back—he feels like the hottest shit because he's got the hottest fucking girl. he will unabashedly pepper sweet kisses onto your neck and cheek if you're talking to somebody, or press his cheek against yours as you people watch together from your spot in the kitchen; giggling amongst yourselves in a way that would make even a pessimist's heart begin to thaw. it tugs at his heartstrings even more-so when you find him later in the night after catching up with your friends, a little tipsy with your red solo cup in hand, making residence on his thigh. seunghyun carefully took the cup out of your hand after the drink sloshed around in the midst of your abrupt movement, setting it on the coffee table before his hands dotingly rubbed the side of your thigh, looking up at the love of his life. he's long past the point of caring when his friends are around seeing you squish his cheeks together, kissing the pout that forms on his lips with an extra loud "muah!" that can be heard in the few seconds between songs. he's actually the one pulling you into the small crowd of people dancing in the living room, swaying together to the music.

to seunghyun, he might have looked awkward dancing—but to anyone else who caught a glimpse either from squeezing their way through the crowd to get to the other side of the room, or if they just looked up: you and seunghyun looked smooth; complementary; on the same wavelength. it was one of those moments they would recall to your mini-me twenty years down the line, opening the anecdote with "i remember when your parents . . ." he brought his forehead to yours—earning him the flustered laugh he could get drunk on—bringing his lips to yours when you pulled him in by the rims of his beanie. you turned around afterward, pressing your ass against him, starting to dance again. seunghyun got the message. he followed your movements, arm wrapping around the front of your waist, leaning down to kiss your cheek upon feeling your hand reach back for his hair.

seunghyun played a large hand in improving your confidence, especially when it came to intimacy of any kind. you've come a long way from your posture stiffening when he put his arm around you in the movie theater; your ghost of a returned grip when he held your hand; or backing out mid-makeout on his couch because your face felt so hot, the movie paused and long-forgotten about, the dvd logo bouncing from one side of the tv to the other ("i-i'm sorry—" "—it's okay. come back here, you were doing so good.") it wasn't as if you were a brand new person, but he nurtured a different side of you to come out; honored he was the one deemed worthy enough to witness it. he fucking loved it when you were stood in your own corner at a party, feeling dizzy whenever yours hands traveled underneath the hem of his shirt and around his waist . . . holy fuck . . . and the way you kissed him afterward, so soft and slow, deliberate . . . you might as well make him a father right there.

the tension brewed over time. you may be learning things as you go, but you would be remised to not pick up on seunghyun's not-so-subtle ways. every time he readjusted his position in your bed, arms holding you, you felt his hand traveled just a little lower down your hip. his lips kissed your cheek before returning his attention to space documentary he picked up from blockbuster before sneaking over, reading the captions on the portable dvd player propped up atop the duvet. he thought he was being slick. but when the documentary inevitably ended, and you inevitably pulled him into your lips to make him stay longer, his hand slipped underneath, squeezing your right globe. he'll never forget your sharp inhale, or how hard you kissed him in return.

or when you were stood in line at the mall food court (yes, you read that correctly), his fingers holding yours. he was being so sweet and flirtatious, looking at you with an admiring grin whilst you read the menu. he went back and forth between laying his hoodie-clad head atop yours, kissing your cheek, or leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. you saw in your periphery how he would stare and stare both longingly and knowingly. you didn't give in, until you couldn't hold it in anymore, failing horrendously at hiding your upside-down grin. "what?" you nudged his bicep with your shoulder, hearing him chuckle. "i'm just looking." he responded, voice smooth. you tsked, shaking your head. "you don't make any sense." his kiss to your temple brought your gaze back to him, looking up when he rested his forehead against yours. "that's because you take all of it from me." seunghyun lined the side of his nose with yours, bringing his lips to yours. he's done this countless times before, but it was how his lips lingered for a second or two that made all the difference . . . how they parted so slowly and deliberately . . . it made you think oh . . . this man may very well want me to have his baby! it wouldn't be far-fetched either, since on your four month anniversary, he told you he was ready to introduce you to his parents after your third date.

then came those saturday mornings . . . or mornings where neither of you had class until the afternoon . . . when you got up from bed, and he sees your shorts have ridden completely up your thighs in your sleep . . . how fucking delectable they look. your back is turned to him as you stretch your arms out and yawn, but seunghyun's stare is unabashed and hard. it starts as a sideways glance, like he doesn't want to get caught. but then he sees how they jiggle with every minute movement . . . he's enamored. he turns onto his side fully, studying how your cellulite adorns your skin so specifically . . . then his palms start to tingle, wanting to reach out and feel you in his hands. but all he does is cast his hand against your crisp bed sheets, wrinkled where you laid just moments ago. seunghyun then notices the slight sheen of your skin when you step into the sunlight pouring in from the window; the remnants of your moisturizer you apply before you sleep, he was sure. this is what makes his teeth rake against his bottom lip, quickly glancing up to see if you were still turned around, which you were. then came those imperfections he wanted so badly to kiss, to linger his tongue over: the small, translucent forever-bruise on the side of your left thigh that never healed; standing in a crowded train after spending the day with each other in the city, temporarily squished against the arm rest of a seat to make room for incoming passengers. your fucking tan line from your go-to denim shorts you wore during the summer jesus christ . . . and how some of your stomach spilled over your shorts, the thick curvature of your body akin to a fucking goddess's. what he would do to be trapped between them . . .

"i'll be right back." your voice took him out of his trance, seunghyun looking up to see you opening the bedroom door, walking to the bathroom down the hall. "okay, baby." his voice was gravely, clearing his throat afterward. seunghyun turned onto his back. he lifted the duvet, peeking underneath to see the bulge in his sweats. he let out a disbelieving huff, running his hands over his face. it's not even ten am yet. he thought to himself. it should be no surprise that when you came back into bed, his lips made residence on yours, hand slipping by your hip and grabbing your ass. seunghyun stopped periodically to place kisses on your chest, or moving the strap of your cami to trace the tip of his tongue along your stretch marks lining your shoulder before kissing them, too. "wanna try something new, baby." he murmured against your skin. "okay," you said, fingers brushing his hair back, watching as his lips returned to your chest. "what is it, seunghyun?" "wanna put these in my mouth—'nd taste you."

you nodded, hair rubbing against your pillowcase. "o-okay," your voice fell to a whisper, the birds chirping outside rivaling your volume. "go ahead, seunghyun." he lifted his head, kissing you. "tell me if it's too much, okay?" "i will." you said, kissing him. a shallow breath left your chest as his lips traveled down your chest. he's fondled your breasts before—in the backseat of his car, and when the portable dvd player is mere background noise, but nothing could have prepared him for now your left breast recoiled when he tugged that side of your cami down. it was so perky, so cute; happy to see him. he captured your areola in his mouth, running his warm tongue over it slowly. he's never heard you gasp like that before. "s—seunghyun!" you barely breathed, shuddering oxygen in and out. he quickly detached—"is it too much—" "—no, no! keep—keep going!" you whimpered, pushing the back of his head back down. he sucked with bliss, readjusting himself when you arched your back, his other hand kneading your right breast. he tugged that side of your cami down, showing that nipple less mercy than the other. "f-fuck!" you gasped, hand coming up to your mouth. "yes, yes! oh my god, seunghyun!" your body squirmed, thighs enclosing around his waist. he needed to move on. if he didn't, he was going to ruin his sweatpants.

he popped off of your hardened nipple gently, bringing his lips to yours. you latched onto him with needy fervor, kissing him quickly. "i'm gonna eat your pussy, okay baby?" he spoke against your lips. you whimpered into his mouth, eyebrows turning upward in desperation, hands holding onto the back of his shoulders. "gonna take care of you. tell me if you want to stop." "o—ngh!—okay." seunghyun pushed the duvet off the both of you, making his way down your body, leaving kisses in his wake. he stood on his knees as he pulled your shorts and underwear off, discarding them on his usual side of the bed. his hand slid down your left thigh, fingers running over that small bruise. he leaned down, pressing a kiss. he moved a couple of inches down the bed, settling his knees onto the carpeted floor, propping the upper-half of his body up with his elbows. you separated your legs. his tongue ran over his bottom lip, mouth watering.

he kissed the inner parts of your thighs, trailing where you needed him most. seunghyun wasted no time after that, plunging his tongue between your puffy folds. oh . . . you tasted good. the sensation was indescribable for you—a curt gasp all you could muster those first few seconds, palm covering your mouth as you devoured the unbelievable sight below you. your eyebrows were so deeply furrowed; a choked moan leaving your diaphragm as his tongue explored your divine essence. seunghyun separated your lips with his pointer and middle finger, trying to find that sweet bundle of nerves. he placed his tongue higher than before, taking note of your gasp. he pushed his head in deeper, knowing he was coming closer when your thighs brushed against his ears. seunghyun hit the jackpot when he pushed in a little deeper, arms quickly wrapping around your waist to keep you as still as he could when your body jolted, thighs closing in on him, effectively putting him in a still-moveable headlock. "o—oh m-my god—ngh! hngh!" you moaned helplessly. "s-seunghyun!" you cried, fingers disappearing into his hair, tugging. "feel good, baby? that feel good?" he asked quickly, voice muffled, not liking going mere seconds without you on his tongue. "y-yes! keep—keep—"

you couldn't finish your sentence, but he needed no further instruction. he nursed your clit unabashedly, his hand reaching up and kneading your right breast. "s-seunghyun, i'm gonna—i feel—" your breathing was heavy, eyes squeezed shut. "cum in my mouth." was all seunghyun said. your legs opened abruptly, back arching higher than before as your orgasm washed over your entire body. seunghyun kept working your clit, popping off of your sweet pussy through your delicate moans and mewls. he swallowed whatever you gave him, humming into you in satisfaction, relishing in how you breathily whined his name. he gradually latched off with tongue-led kisses, palming himself through his sweatpants. he left your pussy swiftly when he felt a wet patch, looking down to see that he, indeed, ruined his sweatpants.

then came a week later, when you made love for the first time at eleven am on a fucking tuesday morning. "breath for me." he told you gently, positioning his condom wrapped tip between your soft, puffy lips. "in," he inhaled through his nostrils, you mimicking. "and out." you exhaled together. he kissed your divine lips, hand coming up and holding your cheek. "my beautiful girl," he whispered. "i love you so much." "i love you too." your hands held the back of his neck, kissing him back. "this might hurt a little. we have all the time in the world. we'll take it easy." his lips pressed against your cheek, hearing your gentle "okay." he slowly pushed himself in, stopping halfway when you held tightly onto his shoulders. "f-fuck, ngh! it . . . it hurts." you whispered. "i know, i know baby." he low voice cooed, his hand holding your cheek, bringing the one closest to him to his lips. "keep going. slowly." "i will."

he thrusted slowly with half of his cock inside of you, listening to your every breath. "any better?" he whispered. he sucked in a tight breath, feeling how tight you are. "a . . . a little. try adding more each time." "anything for you." he kissed your temple, following your words. silence filled the room, nothing but the slight creak of your bed frame, shaky breaths, and rustling of the duvet against the linen. seunghyun's ears perked up when he heard a quiet moan, feeling your nails starting to dig into his bare shoulder. "s-seunghyun . . . m-more." "which one? faster or deeper, baby?" "deeper." you said, voice breathy. your eyebrows twitched as you were mostly adjusted, bottom lip captured between your teeth as he stretched you out. "mmf!" you yelped. "does—f-fuck—that feel g-good?" seunghyun was losing himself in you, struggling to keep his mind clear. "y-yes!" you moaned. "g-go faster, seunghyunie. p-please." "god fucking damn—f-fuck, baby!" he mewled, moaning into your ear. "you feel so fucking g-good, oh my god!" the rest of that morning was a haze of grunts, sweat, and chanting each other's names like prayers. to think you were in your intro to international democracies lecture not even four hours later was obscene.

neither of you trusted yourselves to keep quiet when he came over, but that doesn't mean you at least tried . . . albeit, over the phone. "you drive me fucking crazy, baby—fuck!" his phone fell from his ear, his free hand quickly grabbing it, his other showing little mercy to himself. you could hear the wet, slick sounds of his cock from your side of the line, your thighs trapping your wrist between your legs. "the—the way you—hngh!—l-looked at me from over your shoulder, the way you sounded when i fucked you from b-behind." he spoke into the phone lowly. "you looked so beautiful, and felt so f-fucking good. did it feel good baby, hm? did it feel good when i pounded that sweet pussy?" "s-seunghyun—" you sounded so delicate, so fragile. "i—ngh!—i n-need you so bad. i can't take it anymore." he heard your shaky gasp, sure you were close. "tell me, baby. i know you're close, i can hear it." he moaned hearing you whimper at his words, feeling the knot in his abdomen begin to unravel. "t-tell me—s-shit!—i-i'm, i'm close t-too. tell me, baby. you know you can tell your seunghyunie anything, right?"

when that wasn't enough (it never was), you took it to the backseat of his car. it was an unspoken rule; nonverbal pattern of events when he was to drop you home, but that something was in the air and could not go unaddressed—like the night of your friend's birthday party. he unlocked his trunk, folding the backseats forward to allow enough room for you to lay on your back. in your defense, you tried to keep quiet. you really did . . . considering it was well past one in the morning, your house was one measly block away, and your neighborhood was very much a quiet suburb. but the car was shaking, your toes pressed against the rear windshield, and his hand was slipping off the steaming window. if anyone walked by—universe help your neighbor that worked late shifts and walked his dog at this hour—a vague, passive aggressive memo in the neighborhood newsletter would certainly find you.

the torn condom wrapper fell between the seats, lost in a reach-less nook of the car as seunghyun fucked you deep and good. the sound was wet and mind-numbing, the heel of your left foot resting on his lower back whilst he pummeled you. "f-fuck! just like that, just like that!" you gasped, your moan sounding intoxicatingly needy, fingers rummaging aimlessly through his hair. seunghyun was a sweaty mess, his hair sticking to his forehead as he boiled in his long sleeve. but he could not have given less of a fuck. you felt fucking divine. he needed this, every last second, every last drop. your gummy walls and puffy lips were a blessing he would thank whatever higher force that existed out there for the rest of his life. "just like that? yeah?" he grunted, looking down at the scene, watching his cock disappear and reappear. "s-such f-fucking good pussy—fuck!"

there's a digital camera you both share (he bought it for you for your one year anniversary), housing the archive of your relationship. there's tons of photos on numerous sd cards: a photo of you two kissing in front of a mirror, the camera covering your mouths even after seunghyun's hilariously laborious attempts at angling it correctly, photos of you looking so effortlessly beautiful in your bed; elbow propped on your pillow, palm holding your cheek, the glow of the portable dvd player evident on your face, or one you took of him in his bed after you imitated his low laugh which made him laugh even harder, photos of seunghyun climbing through your window with a shy, unexpected smile on your face or looking cool driving his car, lots of photos with friends, and at parties; one in particular of him pretending to eat your cheek and your wide smile, drink in hand. he can hear your laughter whenever he looks at it.

several months after your two year anniversary, seunghyun found himself at the mall. he was free for the rest of the day whilst you were in for another two lectures. but, of course, he was picking you up for dinner that evening. he perused for your graduation gift; settling for a perfume, a book by your favorite author, and two cds of musicians you loved. like clockwork, his eyes found and stayed on kay jewelers. but unlike before, he walked in. he found the engagement rings with ease, even going as far as to tell the consultant that he was thinking about getting married. however, seunghyun didn't walk out with a ring. he figured well, we should graduate first . . . get jobs . . . move in together . . . and then talk about marriage. he's been locked in since your first kiss, but that's besides the point. but there's no harm in starting to save up for that ring, is there . . .

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could you make T.O.P version of this fic?? cause it's so cute!!!!

Stage Partners in Crime

Pairing: T.O.P x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Slow Burn

At the YG Family Concert, T.O.P surprised everyone by matching your chaotic energy, playfully copying your antics on stage. Fans quickly took notice, turning your interactions into viral edits. Later, on a variety show, Seunghyun teased that this was just the beginning.

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The YG Family Concert was always an unforgettable experience, bringing together some of the biggest artists in the company for a night of performances, collaborations, and spontaneous fun. Every year, fans expected iconic moments—but this time, they weren’t just focused on the performances. Instead, their attention was glued to something entirely unexpected: the chaotic energy between you and T.O.P.

You had always been known for your bubbly, energetic personality, constantly bouncing around backstage and hyping up the crowd with your endless enthusiasm. Meanwhile, Seunghyun carried a reputation for being calm and composed, exuding effortless coolness in every situation.

At least, that’s how he appeared to most people.

Those who truly knew him—his friends, his members—understood that beneath the polished, almost mysterious persona, Seunghyun could be downright ridiculous when he was around the right people. And tonight, for whatever reason, it seemed like you had unknowingly unlocked that version of him.

The first hint of mischief came early in the night.

During the opening introductions, each artist stepped forward one by one to greet the audience. You, of course, couldn’t resist making a spectacle of it. When it was your turn, you threw out your arms dramatically, taking an exaggerated bow as if you were accepting an award, your voice dripping with theatrical flair.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you… Y/N! The most incredible performer you will ever witness in your lifetime!”

The audience burst into laughter, but the biggest reaction came when Seunghyun—standing right next to you—wordlessly copied your pose, bowing in the exact same ridiculous fashion with an unreadable expression.

The crowd went wild.

You whipped your head toward him, eyes wide in amusement. “Seunghyun, what was that?!”

Straightening up, he adjusted his mic, completely deadpan. “I thought we were being theatrical.”

That was the moment you knew—you had found a partner in crime for the night.

At first, it seemed like that was just a one-time thing. But as the night continued, you realized Seunghyun was going to keep messing with you every chance he got.

During one of the collaborative performances, you were standing at the side of the stage, dancing along to BIGBANG’s song like the enthusiastic hype person you were. You didn’t think much of it—until, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Seunghyun had moved beside you.

And he was mirroring every single move you made.

At first, it was subtle. You threw in an exaggerated two-step—he did the exact same thing, completely straight-faced. You raised your arms dramatically—he followed suit, not even cracking a smile.

Then you decided to test him.

You spun dramatically. He spun dramatically.

You threw in a completely unnecessary body roll. He did the same—except he somehow made it look even funnier.

At this point, the cameras had caught onto your antics, and the audience was losing it. Even some of the other artists on stage were laughing mid-performance.

Then you took it too far.

You attempted a half-baked moonwalk—your feet stumbling slightly—and Seunghyun did the exact same terrible moonwalk right beside you.

That was it. The crowd exploded in laughter. You could barely breathe as you bent over, gripping Seunghyun’s arm for support. Meanwhile, he casually took a sip of water, completely unbothered, as if he hadn’t just made thousands of people cry-laugh.

“You’re the worst,” you managed between gasps of laughter.

He shrugged. “I’m just good at following choreography.”

By the next morning, the internet was in chaos.

• Clips of your synchronized ridiculousness had already gone viral, with multiple fan edits labeling you two as “Seunghyun’s secret second job: Y/N’s backup dancer.”

• Screenshots of Seunghyun copying your bow had become a meme, with captions like “When your friend is just as dramatic as you.”

• A trending hashtag started gaining traction: #YNxTOPDynamicDuo

But the teasing didn’t stop there.

A few days later, you appeared on a popular variety show, where the hosts wasted no time bringing up the concert.

“Y/N, let’s talk about your… interesting dynamic with T.O.P during YG Family,” one of them said with a smirk. “That was unexpected.”

You laughed, already knowing where this was going. “Tell me about it! I thought I was just being my usual weird self, and then suddenly, Seunghyun joined in. I had no idea he was that competitive!”

The hosts chuckled. “Do you think you bring out a different side of him?”

“I don’t know if it’s that,” you said thoughtfully, tilting your head. “But I do know that if I start something, he will always take it to another level.”

Right on cue, the screen lit up with a pre-recorded message from Seunghyun.

He was sitting in what looked like his living room, his signature blank expression in place. “I have no idea what Y/N is talking about.”

The studio erupted in laughter.

Then, after a long pause, the corners of his mouth twitched upward into a barely-there smirk.

“…They should prepare for next time. I have an entire routine planned.”

The hosts and guests lost it, and you could only shake your head, laughing.

“I have to watch my back now,” you joked.

But deep down, you already knew—this wasn’t the last time you and Seunghyun would turn a performance into a full-fledged comedy show.

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thanos in his rapper era x reader, fucking in the back of a limo and he snorts a line off your lower back plz help

limo sex ft. thanos ♡

contains · dubcon, fucking in a limo, degradation kink, drug usage (he snorts cocaine off ur back UM.) · a/n: anon this is SO good i couldnt get this off my mind on god 👅

thanos was embarrassed, infuriated even— getting rejected by some bitch at ‘club pentagon’ in front of all his friends wasn't like him, no, he was thanos. so he does what anyone within a right mind would do. he slips a pill in your drink and pulls you away to his limo right as your steps get inconsistent. a punishment, he'd call it.

“look at your pussy drooling all over my cock. filthy bitch.” thanos rasps between sloppy impels of his hips against your ass. you’re spluttering a series of pathetic moans, spit gathering on your chin. you were such a fucking mess on his dick; cunt clasping onto him every time he attempted to slipped out. you couldn't lie to yourself, really— you were enjoying this, evident in the way you'd voluntarily push your ass back. you're fucked.

your senses were oh so overwhelmed, muffled music from the club wavering through your ears, before a high-pitched ring drowned out your hearing. you cry, knuckles white as you held the head-rest of the car seat for leverage, grip so tight you might shatter it. you wince when you bash your puffy, swollen lips on the expensive leather of the seat; thanks to thanos jolting you forward. he groans, blunt nails smothered by cakey rainbow polish nipping at your sweaty skin before pulling away.

“fuck, i need a hit.”

with trembling hands, thanos tore open a small plastic bag from his pocket, the fine white powder inside glistening under the dim light of the car as he pinched a generous amount, carefully tapping it onto the surface of your lower back before you grabbed his wrist and spoke up. “what are you doing-?”

he pinched your thigh and shushed you like you were some fucking baby. so humiliating. he reached for an old razor blade, and dragged it through the powder, shaping it into a thin, straight line— his breath quickening as he admired his work, the anticipation tightening his chest before he snorted it up with a rolled bill. it seemed like he got even fucking harder inside of your cunt— if that was even possible.

thanos, higher than the fucking sky right now, would start recording you, the sweat on your skin glistening from the flash. he grabbed your wrists, slamming your ass back on his dick capturing the perfect bounce on his phone. he'd post it to his cf story, captioning it as ’this is what happens when u don't give thanos what he wants 🙏’ and would put on a track he produced behind it. he almost felt bad. almost.

“y’know, it's really your fuckin' fault, stupid slut..” he kept trying to justify his actions— slurring through his gritted teeth, words nothing short of hissed murmers under his breath. he was already so fucking high and his thrusts kept getting sloppier & sloppier. “maybe if you hadn't embarrassed me in front of all my homies.”

thanos had fucked hundreds of girls, yes— yet he has never been able to be taken so well. he can't physically control himself at the gummy, velvety addiction that weeps between your legs, each thrust coating his veiny shaft in a new layer of your sweet and pearly release. so tight for him.

his brows would raise as you stopped restraining your moans— enjoying your sweet submission, your uncoordinated, needy movements when you press your hips back, meeting his hefty dick stretching your thin, velvety walls. he could tell you were giving in. he wasn't enjoying it as much now.

the rough expanse of his palm smothered whatever it is all over your back, and he slips himself from you entirely before driving himself back in again. your head spins, chin smacking the leather of the seat because of his animalistic rutting; ropes of thick cum spurting on your lower back as he pulls out last second— your own cream spilling out from your cunt. you're overstimulated, whimpering and babbling streams of inaudible nothings; his softening cock laying snug on top of your ass cheeks.

“i could snap your neck right now, whore.” your eyes widen as his big hands slither up to your throat and grip it.

“but i won't, so give me your number.”

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okay okay but imagine pissed off brat tamer Steven Adler and sub reader who usually never pisses Steven off....i'm dead bro

A/n: I hope I did good with this prompt, I know there was no mention of the rest of the band but I had an idea and just rolled with it ig so I hope you don’t mind and still enjoy it <3

Warnings: smut, slight angst, voyeurism, degrading, groping, slight praise link, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

It wasn’t intentional. Kind of.

You were just having a bad day! And you told Steven just as much over the phone. He was down at the studio with the guys and you were asking how much longer it would be before he got home.

He said only a few more hours but you asked him to come home sooner. You just wanted to see him, you wanted him to hold you and tell you everything would be fine and that you were beautiful and he loved you.

You wanted him to fuck you so good you couldn’t walk for the next week.

You wanted him to love you.

When he refused to come home you knew you had to take matters into your own hands so you drove down to the studio.

You found the room they were in with the help of another band that happened to be there. The guy who walked you over there obviously thought you were attractive, even asking if you’d rather sit in with his band instead.

It made you wonder how Steven would react, so you accepted his offer.

His was in a band you didn’t know but remembered hearing the name around somewhere, Steven must’ve talked about them at some point, maybe it was a magazine.

They were recording their own debut album and the guy you met was the drummer. He told you his name but you didn’t remember it, there was no need to. He said he’d already done his part and was just there to give his input on the others playing.

You sat in his lap, arms around his neck and occasionally shifting in his lap to get a reaction. You loved hearing his groans fall onto your ears, most of all you loved the thought of Steven catching you two in the act.

As if it was planned there was a knock on the door and in came Duff and Steven. They’d come to ask if this new band wanted to hang out, they were both new bands belonging to the same label so why not?

Steven just wasn’t expecting to see his own girlfriend sitting in some random dudes lap the same way you sat in his lap.

When Duff walked out he didn’t wait for Steven, he saw you sitting there, he knew there’d be words. “Hey, can I see you for a second?” He asked, looking at you with a stern expression.

The drummer you were sitting on looked at you with a confused expression. “But I’m comfy.” You whined with a pout.

“I don’t care, you’re my girlfriend, come on.” He said, coming over and taking you from the other drummer who just stared at you dumbfounded. You never mentioned anything about a partner. He spewed out apology after apology as his band mates laughed while you got borderline dragged out of the room.

Steven dragged you back to Guns recording room. You thought he’d take you to a closet or empty room, maybe his car or something but no.

He sat back on the couch but when you tried to sit down he pushed you off the couch. You looked at him with furrowed brows.

He unzipped his jeans and pat his thigh. You moved between his legs, heat building between your own as you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“The fuck are you doing?” Slash asked as he watched you, though the question was directed at Steven.

“She wanted attention.” Steven stated and pulled himself out of his boxers. You hit your lip and hesitantly took him into your mouth. Cheeks heating up as you felt four sets of eyes on you, Stevens head rolling back already.

You started moving up and down on his length, gagging slightly around him as soft groans left him.

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed that Slash was palming himself through his jeans, you could hear Duff groaning as well. While you couldn’t see Izzy or Axl you figured they were both in similar situations.

You just wanted attention from your boyfriend, not everyones eyes on you as you sucked Steven off. You wanted a reaction from him but you didn’t think it’d be this.

You kept going, eyes watering and tears trickling down your cheeks, mixing with the drool slipping out the corners of your mouth.

Steven was twitching down your throat, his head relaxed on the back of the couch as moans left him.

“Fuck.” Duff groaned. You hadn’t realized he’d come up beside you, now stroking himself not far from your face. “You’re so pretty like that.” You stared up at the tall blond, letting Steven take control and thrust up into you.

“Aw, look at that.” Slash chimed, also jerking himself off at the sight of your lips wrapped around Stevens cock. “Getting all starry eyed when someone calls you pretty.” He gently rubbed your wet cheek with a finger.

“Is that all you wanted?” Steven asked, caressing your cheek. You nodded, still taking him in your mouth. “Well, that’s to bad.” He pulled you off of him and got you to your feet just to push you onto the couch and push into your needy cunt. “Shouldve thought about that before being a whore.”

Steven started slamming into you at a brutal pace, not giving you a moment of peace. Loud moans and sobs ripped from your throat as you body bounced from his harsh thrusts, the only thing keeping your head from repeatedly banging against the wall was Duffs arm he had resting on the couch, specifically put there so you wouldn’t get hurt.

Even with Stevens aggressive pace and cold words, feeling everyone’s eyes on you knowing they were getting off on the sight, the few praises you got for simply sitting pretty for them was enough to get that hot knot building in your gut.

Stevens arms wrapped around you, pulling you up so you were held tight against his chest. Slash lazily reached for you chest and Steven held up your shirt for him. He stuffed the hem in your mouth and bit your neck. “You need to shut up more.” He whispered in your ear.

“Fuck you, I like hearing her.” Axl grunted, you could tell he was getting close. Everyone was getting close but no one wanted to cum first.

You reached down to rub yourself but Steven slapped your hand away. “Oh, come on,” Duff chimed, “she’s been good.” He reached over and lightly toyed with you. Slash groped your chest, pinching your nipples between his calloused fingers.

It all finally boiled over and the knot inside you finally came undone. Waves of heat washed over you, jolts of pleasure rocketing through your body and making you shake.

Your mind was wrecked. Everything was foggy, the guys voices were all muffled and you weren’t entirely sure what was happening. All you knew was that finally Steven was holding you tightly and lovingly, kissing you sweetly all over, whispering praises in your ear just as you had wanted when you came down in the first place.

I don't think people talk about this part of the interview enough

Call Me Babydoll

— PAIRING: DBF!Patrick Bateman x Innocent!Fem!Reader

— SUMMARY: After eyeing Patrick Bateman — your dad's best friend — for so long, you finally have the opportunity to get him in your bed. But what are you going to do when you realize that Mr. Bateman is not as pure intentioned and chivalrous as you first thought?

— CONTAINS: Smut, Dom!Patrick, non-con that transforms into dub-con, light degradation (reader is called names), use of pet names (babydoll, little girl etc), Patrick is a fucking creep and goes down on her while her father is still inside the house, corruption kink, Daddy kink, oral (f receiving), nipple tugging/sucking/biting.

— WORDS: 2k

— SONG REC: Babydoll X The perfect girl (slowed & reverb)

— A/N: Well, I've been thinking a lot about returning to this concept, and the time has finally come. So, for now, I intend to make this a multi-chapters series, and I hope to bring all my ideas to life! Before you read this, I highly recommend you to read the intro (link below), please enjoy!

— LINKS: [INTRO] [MASTERLIST] [buy me a coffee]💓

Your heart was quivering in your chest like a caged bird, considering you had decided to take Bateman to your room while your father was still in the house doing something in his office.

As soon as you entered the room, Patrick hummed with amusement, hiding his hands in the pockets of his Armani pants. "Hmm, you like plushies, don't you?" He crooned, his voice filled with a strange excitement. 

"It's none of your business, Mr. Bateman." You tried to avoid his provocation, ignoring the way your face blazed from within.

"It's Patrick, Babydoll," the pet name sent shivers down your spine. "'C'mon, I thought you already got that."

Cautiously, almost like a cat, Patrick approached you, his expensive cologne enveloping you like an intoxicating mist, messing with your thoughts in your head. Bateman couldn't deny that the more you got embarrassed, the more it fed his ego, his need for power, his primal desire. 

"Why should I?" You rejoined him, pausing at your small bed, sensing his burning gaze between your shoulder blades.

He chuckled, so boyishly — you could even say it was quite cute, but this definition didn't really suit a man like him. 

"Oh, dear," Patrick made that cocky sound again, before closing the mere distance between the two of you. "You know, I really like this little game of... pretending to be so fucking innocent and untouchable," Bateman punctuated the last words with a low titter right into your ear — damn, he was so close to you that you could feel his hot breath fanning along your skin. "But right now it's unnecessary, since I know how much of a slut you are for me."

With that, he suddenly grabbed you from behind, yanking your hair back to bring you closer, grazing your neck with his sharp fangs, and you didn't even have a chance to make a sound as his big palm was already flat on your mouth.

"Now, now, little girl," he cooed in a husky voice, his heart about to burst through his chest from the sweet smell of your soft skin. "I'm sure you want this," his free hand ran shamelessly over your chest, teasing your already hard nipples, which only made him more cheeky as he mused. "Ah, Babydoll... you want to be corrupted, you want it so badly."

Hell no, you were not ready for this — Patrick's strong arms exploring your body once again, but this time more possessively since he was sure that no one could see you now. The way you shivered in his embrace made his cock twitch, and you could feel its hardness pressing against your lower back.

"Pat-Patrick," you managed to squeak softly before he pulled you into a hot, hungry kiss, his tongue sliding masterfully against yours, giving you no chance to resist, even though you were still trying. "My father—"

"Your dear father won't hear a thing if you keep quiet," he growled against your trembling lips, his self-control about to collapse at any moment as your taste drove him crazy. "You don't want to get caught, do you?"

A sharp, almost choked moan escaped your lips as his warm hand snaked under your top to play with your swollen peak, twisting and pinching it, your legs giving way almost instantly and if Bateman hadn't held you tight, you would have just fallen flat on the floor. Almost affectionately, Patrick made you sit on your bed, the surrounding air electric with the fluids of lust and desire between the two of you.

"Jesus Christ," he purred, kneeling down next to you, the cold metal of his gold Rolex brushing against the bare skin of your thigh, the brisk contrast in temperature forcing your toes to curl from your own arousal. "You're so sweet and cute," Patrick murmured briefly before planting a barely sensible kiss on your inner hip. "And so innocent."

"We.... We shouldn't be doing this," your breath hitched with the strange, tantalizing thrill. It was frightening, yet so fucking seductive that you were not sure whether you really wanted him to stop or never to stop. "My dad would be so mad!"

His sarcastic laugh bounced off the walls of your room. "(Y/n), you're a big girl now," he rubbed invisible circles into your tender skin, teasing you as skillfully as if he could read you like an open book. "You can make your own choices," Bateman's walnut eyes were so dark now, they glittered with undisguised lust and thirst — no one had ever looked at you like that before. "Besides, you don't have to be afraid, Babydoll. Daddy will just take a look."

"Daddy?" You asked, perplexed, but then you practically bit your tongue from the sudden burning sensation in your lower abdomen as his thumb reached your throbbing clit, rubbing it through the soft fabric of your panties. 

Your shy reaction elicited a mocking chuckle from his plump lips, now curled into a super-arrogant smirk. "Uh, you're shaking already, and I barely touched you," he parted your legs wider so that your skirt was now pulled up almost to your waist. "Fuck, I really like your skirt… did you buy it in a kid's store? It looks so girlish."

"Stop it!" You scolded and strove to close your legs, but his big palm wouldn't let you.

"Or what? You gonna cry and complain to your father?" Patrick leaned down to your mound, holding your thighs tightly, and without breaking eye contact, he swiped his tongue along your swollen lower lips, causing all your insides to cramp with unknown temptation. "I don't think he'd believe you, because you're just a little silly girl."

Enraged, you wanted to tell him to fuck off, but the tingling sensation of his hot tongue caught you off guard, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you found yourself as hypersensitive as you had ever been. Gently, Bateman stroked your inner thighs, never losing his grip as he expected you to try to fight again, but he knew how to make you surrender, because after all — sex was his territory and he was prepared to make you vulnerable and spread out for him.

"P-Patrick," you gasped as he did that motion again, this time more persistently, your lace panties already wet from both your juices and his spit. "I... I can't—"

"Can't form words?" He snickered against your flesh, sending vibrations right to your core. "That's okay, my dear," Bateman's silky voice only made the current situation worse, as you were on the verge of losing it now and then. "But believe me, this is just the beginning. And I'm curious, what would you say when I fuck you senseless, huh?" He paired his questions with a suck on your blushing bud, leaving the squelching sound behind. You had to tilt your head and grab the nearby pillow as you felt something pulsing in your womb, like a ticking bomb that was about to explode. "Fuck, if I keep going, I think I will get pussy addicted and your dad will really have to stop me."

With these words, Patrick stood up, only to throw away the pillow you were shielding yourself with, as he wanted to taste your hard nipples. Swiftly, he pulled up your top and growled as he saw your breasts popping out, his lips finding your little tip faster than you could even react. Whimpering softly, you grasped his head with how thirsty he latched onto your nipple, sucking it, trapping it between his sharp teeth, making you squeal every time he bit it, but as soon as he noticed your fingers tugging at his perfectly coiffed hair, Bateman finished his game with your tip, tugging it painfully before he mumbled: 

"Keep your hands to yourself, Babydoll," he brushed your hands away roughly, but then he gave you a warm smile. "You didn't deserve to touch Daddy's hair, not yet."

After admiring the result of his work, Patrick looked around for a mirror to check his hair and fix his red tie. He didn't even say a word to you before he left. The oppressive silence hung in the air, your lungs burning from the lack of oxygen as you found it hard to breathe. The only things you could feel were shame and disgust, but thank God that bastard decided to stop and you didn't have to tell him that you were a virgin, because you couldn't even imagine how cheeky and brazen he would get when he heard that information. Panting, you could still sense the heat of his tongue between your legs, and as soon as you tried to get up, you fell back from the strange, throbbing feeling in your core. Every single part of your body where he touched you burned as if you had been consumed by fire.

What did this devil, named Patrick Bateman, do to you? Did he just bless you with the curse of being possessed by him? What would you do now to save yourself? 

So many questions, so few answers.

It had been almost an hour since your father and Patrick had been drinking, discussing their business matters, and smoking their cigars in the living room of your not-so-fancy house. Embarrassed, you struggled to act natural whenever your dad asked you to bring him something, whether it was an ashtray or another bottle of whiskey, all the while keeping a straight face and ignoring all the playful glances Bateman was casting at you.

"You know, I'm so lucky to have a daughter like (y/n)," your dad suddenly declared as you handed him his favorite whiskey. "She's such a good girl, always so helpful and kind."

"Oh, I'm sure she is," Bateman murmured, grinning devilishly and scanning your trembling form with his dark eyes. "(Y/n), can you please do me a favor and bring me a glass of water?" He winked at you after puffing on his cigar.

Paralyzed for a second, you cleared your throat before answering. "Yes, of course, Patrick."

When you spoke his name, your father almost choked on his drink. "(Y/n)! Where are your manners? It's Mr. Bateman to you."

"Uh, sorry," you stammered as you watched Patrick's tongue swirl around the tip of his cigar in a way that only you could see it. "Just having a busy day… I'll bring you some water!"

With that, you stormed out of the living room faster than the speed of light, your heart pounding so rapidly that you could hear every beat in your ears. This man, oh fuck... this man made you feel so strange... so excited... so cursed. 

In the kitchen you grabbed the first glass you saw and with trembling hands you started to pour some water into it, splashing it around a bit as the only thing you could see behind your eyes was his fucking tongue flickering around his cigar. And worst of all, you found yourself thinking, if his mouth felt so good on you through your underwear, what would it feel like if you were naked?

A loud clatter of broken glass echoed around the house as you felt cramps in your lower abdomen, causing you to cling to the surface of the kitchen counter. Breathing heavily, you heard footsteps approaching, and you had no idea who they belonged to.

To your dad or to your 'Daddy'?

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cum in my gutter asap

That was oddly appealing of him

Steven's "FUCK OFF" During it's so easy

i love sweaty hot old men

I love the contrast of Bill Skarsgård and Tim Curry in how they are behind the scenes while playing Pennywise.

We got Skarsgård, scared he’s going to traumatize Jack Dylan Grazer, and in reality, literally none of the child actors were scared of him, Jackson Robbert Scott, saying he had fun doing the scenes with him.

And then we have Tim Curry.

Who was known to scare the child actors every chance he got, the actors all avoiding him because they found his portrayal so realistic and creepy. During Georgie’s death scene Tomy Dakota said “Tim, You’re scaring me!” To which Tim Curry responded “That’s why I’m here, kid!”

I love Tim Curry so much

there’s a crazy shitposting beatles community on this website that i appreciate reading but ive been disappointed at the complete lack of an insane queen community. like freddie mercury was a MESS he did so much bullshit like the time he wanted to get with jim hutton so he called jim’s apartment over and over again at the wee hours of the night until jim’s old lady landlord fucking evicted him and freddie invited jim to live at his big old london mansion… why aren’t people talking about this guy. rip freddie mercury you would’ve LOVED checking his snap score to see if he’s ignoring you.

(jim ended up living with freddie from 1985 until he died in 1991, they exchanged rings and were husbands) (here’s them on boxing day in their matching shirts) (so i guess being crazy works sometimes)

Guys will say "hear me out" then show you a picture of Angelina Jolie from 2005 while girls will say "hear me out" and then show you a picture of some fictional character who's a psychopath.