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transfixed — choi jongho
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your new pajama shorts are nothing special, just a loose pair in a color you like that’s perfect for the hot summer weather. the cotton fabric is comfy, so much so that you’ve gotten used to wearing them around the house with no underwear on. to be frank, you know they show the bottom of your ass each time you bend down, but you hadn’t been expecting them to draw so much attention from jongho.
what you fail to realize is that sitting in the corner of the couch, legs spread apart, one on the cushions and the other leaning against the armrest, meant that he, sitting on the floor in front of you, has a clear view of almost your whole bare pussy.
“you’re not wearing any underwear,” he states, as if it’s the most normal thing one could say.
immediately, you feel your face flush with heat, completely flustered by his matter-of-fact statement. you suppose it is a fact though, as you look down and realize the fabric was doing nothing to cover up your pussy, nor your apparant lack of panties. frantically, you pull your hands down to your core, trying to cover it, then promptly abandoning that plan in favor of just closing your legs.
but he’s faster than you, shooting up from his spot on the floor to kneel right in front of you and hold your legs apart with his strong grip.
“jongho!” you protest.
he looks up at you, a sly smile pulling at his lips. “there’s no use in covering up now, is there, love?”
“i– well,” you stammer, unable to come up with a good reason quickly enough for him.
“you can’t just have your bare cunt hanging out like that and expect me to do nothing about it.”
“fuck.” your voice is breathless from his words.
“yeah? you’re gonna let me fuck you with my fingers?’
“yes,” you whine out, ever conscious of his strong hold on your legs, willing helplessly for his hands to move further down.
“then keep your legs open for me,” he commands, letting one hand slide down and pull the slim fabric of your shorts aside. you feel a little self conscious, the way he just stares at your cunt, almost as if he’s examining it. he prods two fingers at your entrance, pulling your lips apart slightly and feeling around. you suck in a sharp breath at his movements. “already getting wet for me?” he observes.
you nod mutely, pushing your head back into the couch cushion behind you.
“want you to watch.” his voice is firm, in the way you can hear how sure of himself he is. he knows exactly what he wants and you know better than to not give him exactly that. so you tilt your head back down and force your eyes not to flutter closed when he pushes his middle finger into your heat. you let out a small whine when he begins to move it inside you, his strength evident even in just his one finger. he works you open efficiently, knowing you and your body all too well. he presses firm, surprisingly sweet kisses to the inside of your thigh, then rips away your building pleasure by taking his finger out from you and tugging you so that your legs hang over the couch and he can nestle himself right in between them.
before you can beg him to put his fingers back in your pussy, he pushes two inside, pulling a groan from you instead. he pushes his digits in and out, gaze transfixed by the slick that quickly builds, then leaks out and down to your asshole. he loves the way your arousal collects on his fingers, causing dirty, wet sounds to escape into the open air and mingle with your moans.
“more, please,” you beg, desperate now for him to make you cum. all he’s doing is pumping his fingers in and out, giving no attention to your g-spot, only immersed by the filthy sight.
“be patient,” is all he says, intent on taking what he wants, and making you let him. he’s too slow, and it has you in shambles. your hips buck up, looking for more despite his command. “stay still,” he growls, gripping your upper thigh tightly with his free hand.
he breaks the intense gaze he held on your pussy in order to look you sternly in the eye. “if you let me do whatever i want with your pussy, i’ll let you cum. but you have to be a good girl for me, or i give you nothing. understood?”
you nod desperately, squeezing your eyes shut in frustration, only to have to have them shoot back open at the strong slap he lands on your pussy.
“and keep your eyes down here.”
learning how to (love someone)
cw: implied ed, slight mentions of canonical abuse
Sometimes, Harry cried at the oddest of moments. Draco could never predict them, but they always came at him faster than lightning. These moments were fleeting in nature and squeezed at Draco’s chest in a way that made breathing feel impossible, if only for a fraction of a second.
“When you're hungry, you should eat.” Draco had said once, because Harry kept talking about being hungry but didn’t seem to be doing anything about it and it was confusing Draco. If he was allowed to be honest, it annoyed him just a bit.
Harry turned to him, confusion painting his face. As his face contorted, his eyes began to swell with tears that would not fall. Draco was so taken aback, he hadn’t known what to say. He thought about it for a really long time after, though.
There were things that made sense, like when Harry cried during father-son moments while watching movies. Their other friends would worry when they saw the far away look on Harry’s face, after, concerned by his somberly distant expression. Draco didn’t worry. Sometimes, Harry just needed to be quiet. Draco never minded the silence, nowadays.
Then, there were things that didn’t make sense to Draco for a long time. Like when Harry would hide in the cupboard under the stairs after a really bad day. He never closed the door, but he would go inside, crouched in on himself, and have a good cry–the ones where there’s snot coming out of your nose and your eyes get all puffy and red.
The first time that happened, Draco felt so completely off kilter he didn’t know what to do and that scared him. It scared him so much he went into the kitchen to get some water from the pitcher but couldn’t even get it into the glass because of how badly his hands were shaking.
Draco read any book he could find on trauma after that day, trying to understand what might lead someone to seek comfort in such a confined space. It happened a few more times before Draco worked up the courage to sit down right outside the cupboard with his knees to his chest and ask: “Can I give you a hug?”
Harry had been looking away, body shaking, but when Draco asked what seemed to him a simple question, Harry’s head had snapped up and looked at hime with wide eyes. Harry’d slowly come out of the cupboard and made his way into Draco’s open arms. Turns out, Harry needed a hug on his worst days. The type of hug that was more squeeze than embrace. The kind of hug that made him feel safe.
For a long time, Harry didn’t talk about these things. Until one day, he did. It was always in bits and pieces. Like a scavenger hunt, Draco had to put together clues to come to the proper conclusions.
Harry didn’t get to eat much as a kid.
Harry missed his parents, even if he never really met them. Even the people who weren’t parents but filled up the ache of longing in his chest all the same.
Harry was forced into a cupboard as a child.
Well kept secrets given like shameful truths in between sentences.
Loving someone meant holding onto their secrets for them.
Draco did his best.
A meal, warm and ready, instead of a reminder.
A box of tissues and a cuddle on the sofa.
A tight hug, with whispered words of shh, love, I’ve got you.
A promise, well kept.
ENHYPEN ✙ 'Blessed-Cursed' Teaser #2
Aww I love this. I'm a sucker for domestic interactions between characters
A typical morning in the JYTFS world
I didn’t know how to sort them, so they’re in alphabetical order.
Ena - wakes up whenever the first-morning prayer reaches her, answers it, normally ignores whatever was asked of her, and tries to go back to sleep. She doesn’t really need food or sleep, but that doesn’t stop her from remaining in something of a coma most of the time unless someone or something really annoys her. Then it’s lightning-striking time.
Heshiktow - wakes up early, feeds the snake-lions and whatever injured creatures he’s taking care of at the time. Cooks breakfast for himself and Rukard - Rukard isn’t used to cooking for himself due to growing up in an environment where everything was done for him.
Mary - wakes up whenever Yahgur wakes her up, normally way too early in her own opinion. Eats whatever Yahgur cooked or ordered for breakfast - he’s the only one who knows how to cook in the whole Chosen One team, so he cooks for himself and Mary, and sometimes Shimmi, but Shimmi doesn’t always need human food.
Mourisha - wakes up whenever, but likes to wake up early and watch the sunrise, and sometimes draw it. Normally forgets to cook for himself and just heads out to continue with his journey, but after meeting Rukard he started to cook breakfasts for the two of them, naturally slipping into Heshiktow’s vacant place as Rukard’s caretaker.
Rukard - wakes up whenever and eats what Heshi (or later Mourisha) cooked for him. When Heshi is around, he likes to take showers in the morning, but when Heshi’s away he wouldn’t come in contact with big amounts of water even if his life depended on it.
Shimmi - he doesn’t really sleep. In the night, he exits his human body and wanders around as a spirit, chatting with other local spirits and finding himself some energy that he uses instead of food. He returns by sunrise and tells Mary and Yahgur all the spirit news of the region, which hardly makes any sense for humans. Puts on his make-up. Yes, he always wears bright-golden make-up, no matter the occasion. Sometimes sings in an extremely Disney-princessy way, with birds landing on his hands and everything.
Yahgur - wakes up first, cleans their camping spot if they were sleeping outside, alternatively room if they managed to find an inn. First takes care of himself, then of the bear, if necessary. Cooks breakfast or orders it if possible. Plans out the team’s travel route and course of action. Makes sure Shimmi’s body is safe and comfortable while he’s away and wakes up Mary.
Taglist: @chazzawrites, @apocalypsewriters, @pagesofcursive, @47crayons
I found a drawing I made back in January abt ch.8 and i never finished it cause I was scared of coloring it 😔
I’ll may color it ,digitally, someday :3 (most probably not)
I found a drawing I made back in January abt ch.8 and i never finished it cause I was scared of coloring it 😔
I’ll may color it ,digitally, someday :3 (most probably not)
I love these but if I may ask what kind of roommate do you think Tom would be in a situation such as this?
If you had to go to the mattresses and spend a month or two hiding out in an apartment, which of Vito's sons would be the best and worst roommates?
This is such a cool thing to think about! Hm...
Sonny: I’m sorry but for some reason Sonny gives “bad roommate” vibes overall. I feel like he’s the kind of person who would leave his stuff around the place or do the minimum to help clean (obviously... but still a bit annoying haha). He would definitely get really irritable if you were stuck inside and try to get out of the apartment at some point... 😅 a bit too much drama IMO
Michael: I feel like Michael would be the best roommate out of these three. Like he definitely seems pretty responsible and wouldn’t be really high maintenance like Sonny, and he would be pretty nice about the whole thing. He’s a person you could have good conversations with, which would be helpful when you’re hiding out for a long time and have nothing to do.
Fredo: As a roommate, Fredo would be nice enough. He wouldn’t be too high maintenance or irritating, but he would try to interact at a minimum, at least in the beginning. He would be pretty tolerable, but the lack of interaction could become pretty unnerving after a while
Those are just my opinions, but I'd love to hear yours!