Percy makes friends at a college party, but her intentions aren’t what he expects.
“Oh, thanks!” Percy smiles as the girl - Cassie? Casey? He thinks it’s Cassie, but the music was so loud when she introduced herself he couldn’t quite hear - hands him a fresh cup. “Just Coke, right?”
“Yeah,” she says, matching his smile with her own. “Though I still don’t get why you’re not drinking.”
He tries to subtly sniff the drink before taking a sip, just to be sure. It smells okay. “Not a fan,” he says by way of explanation, taking a small sip.
Cassie tags a swig from her own cup, gagging slightly as the vodka hits her throat. “Yeah,” she coughs, “I can - ah, I can understand that.”
He laughs, and she laughs too, and when Percy settles back against the wall she comes and stands next to him.
She nods out at the crowd and says, “So, what do you think of the party?”
“It’s pretty fun,” he says, which is mostly true. He’d prefer to be back in his dorm, snuggled up in bed with Netflix on in the background and Annabeth curled up beside him. But, as far as college parties go, he thinks this one is all right. The music isn’t terrible, at least. “Although, to be honest, I don’t have that much experience with parties so I’m probably not the best judge.”
Cassie turns to him with a knowing look. “I thought you were shy, hanging out by yourself over here with that brooding expression.”
“Brooding?” he says, lips quirking up.
“Well, you’re not brooding now. But you totally were before.”
“People underestimating my intelligence because I come off as too fun, upbeat, and silly to be taken seriously.”
“Consistent internalization of feelings to prevent conflict, or keep from bothering others.”
“I love the weird things about people: how they laugh, the way they light up when they talk about things they love, their odd ticks, just the simple things that make them unique.”
“I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold. Simply a collection of paradoxes. Faithful and detached. Committed and relaxed. Loving everyone and yet no one. A sociable loner. Gentle and tough. Passionate and platonic. In short, predictable in my unpredictability.”
“Half of my feelings are just doubts about the other half of my feelings.”
“Aggressively cares about you but doesn’t want to clingy about it…”
“Desiring to be alone… but like, with people nearby. Like we don’t have to talk, or even acknowledge each other, but I want you to be near.”
“In almost every situation trying to constantly be aware of everyone’s feelings and how I can best act for their sake, and being upset if others don’t do the same for me, and being more upset that that upsets me.”
“Interesting conversations are a necessity, I want to feel like you’re expanding my mind. Capture my attention.”
“Constantly contradicting myself because I genuinely see multiple sides to most situations.”
“We are used to taking care of ourselves and being the fixer so when we find ourselves on the opposite end of things it can be disorienting. Sometimes we need to be taken care of…but we’ll never ask you to do it. This is where you’ll need to be the observant one, just step in and don’t let us fight you on it — because we will try to. Take care of us and when it’s our turn to do the same we’ll be there in a second.”
“One of the difficulties of being an ENFP is that people think you’re happy all the time. I guess that’s true – it is better to appear in a positive mood than a negative mood, for the most part. Yet it also has a hidden downside.The hidden downside is that many ENFPs suffer from mental health issues such as depression, anxiety, and bipolar disorder, but other people rarely pick up on it. Another problem is, ENFPs might start to think that people only like them when they are happy and jovial.”
I couldn’t find the last quote word for word, but it described how many people assume we wear our hearts on our sleeves because we appear to be open and expressive people. You think you may know us based on the some things we share, but it only scratches the surface. I have shown small parts of my heart and mind to people, but far from all. I only show you what I want you to see. In rare moments, I’ll overshare and immediately regret it. I share different parts of myself to different people so that no one quite knows all of me.
The contradiction of this is I will only share enough for you to think you know me, but at the same time I often feel frustrated when people believe I wear my heart on my sleeve and there isn’t a mountain of feelings, thoughts, and emotions beneath the surface.
My homework was wrecking my life today, and i decided to write this instead of my essay. Heh! So enjoy this slightly smutty, slightly angsty, Noona kink, disaster of thing.
All day long you were stuck in front of your laptop working on a PowerPoint presentation for Sciences of Human Health. Endless terms pertaining to the dangers of Diabetes dancing through your mind, eyes dry and tired. When Yugyeom walked through the door you hardly noticed. His hands on your shoulders startled you at first, but you didn’t glance away from your typing. “Hi babe,” you sighed, “I’m almost done with this damn thing.”
“Have you been here since I left?” He began lightly massaging your shoulders.
“Yeah. I haven’t even had time to cook dinner for you. I’m sorry. Im so overwhelmed.”
“Did you eat already?”
You shook your head, “Babe. You’re really distracting me. I promise, I’m almost done, okay? I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t eat all day Y/N?” his tone was soft but edgy, “I left here 11 hours ago.. And I know you didn’t eat breakf-”
“Yugyeom! Please! I can’t think..” You felt guilty for snapping, but you were exhausted and just wanted to finish this stupid assignment before your eyes bled. He gave your shoulders a squeeze, and walked away. Sulking, you assumed.
Another hour had passed when you finished wrapping up your slides. You grazed over the syllabus making sure you met all requirements for the assignment. “550 word blog statement??” you thought to yourself, “fuck..” you weren’t done after all. You felt yourself on the verge of tears. This class was exhausting, and apparently never ending.
You were startled again by Yugyeom slamming a plate of food down next to your laptop. You jumped, but as you turned to look at him, he was already walking away. “Gyeomie!” you called to him, to no avail. You were sent over the edge at him ignoring you. “Over homework, of all god damn things?!” You stood up from your spot at the desk, and slammed the laptop shut.
“Yugyeom!” you were yelling now, “I’m sorry if you feel neglected or whatever, but i have to finish this fucking assignment” The only reply you got was a door slamming. “Kim Yugyeom! Are you kidding me?!”
Suddenly the door flew open, “Neglected? Me?” his voice was unnervingly calm, but his eyes were dark, “The only person your neglecting is yourself Y/N! Do you realize you haven’t eaten since dinner last night?”
“No. Don’t be soft now,” he interrupted, his voice growing more and more agitated, “I’m pissed. You couldn’t take five fucking minutes to make yourself a sandwich today? And YOU are mad at ME for being worried?!”
“Baby, Im S-”
“Don’t say sorry, Y/N.” this was the first time you had seen him so irritated with you, “You do this everytime you have a big assignment, and I am always the bad guy because you make me worry.” Every step you took towards him, he took a step backwards. “I’m going to shower.”
You sighed, obviously defeated, and walked back to your homework. You glanced at the plate of Kimchi Fried Rice Gyeomie had prepared for you, and smiled softly before taking a bite. You seriously had the sweetest boyfriend ever, and here you are, arguing because he’s worried about your health. How stupid.
You decided to give up on homework for the night. You could finish a blog in five minutes before class in the morning. You took your time eating, letting Yugyeom have a break in the shower, but the moment you heard the shower shut off, you rushed to the kitchen to rinse your empty plate off. You snuck in the bedroom. Yugyeom was facing the closet searching for a shirt, with a towel around his waist.
You walked up behind him and traced your hands across his rib cage and wrapped your arms tightly around him, nuzzling your face between his slightly damp shoulder blades. “Thank you for dinner, baby.” you said, before placing gentle kisses into his back, “I’m sorry for how i was acting. I’m just stressed out with this class. I don’t mean to worry you.”
Yugyeom turned to face you, and placed his hands above your hips giving you the opportunity to snake your hands up his chest, and wrap them around his neck. He kissed your forehead firmly “I just want you to be healthy. I get upset when you don’t take care of yourself.”
“I know Gyeomie. I don’t mean to. I’m sorry.” you sighed, and kissed his neck. His grip on your hips tightened.
“I-It’s okay baby..” he mumbled
“What’s wrong..?” the change in his tone concerned you, before you realized you had kissed him in his favorite spot, “oh…” you giggled, and kissed his neck again, gently nipping the skin as you pulled away.
“Hey!” he smirked as he pulled you in tighter, he was already hard beneath the thin towel separating the two of you, and you couldn’t help but smirk. He kissed you, hard. His tongue lightly traced your lips as he teased you, pulling his mouth from yours. He began brushing his lips against yours, but pulling back slightly everytime you tried to kiss him.
You grabbed ahold of his hair with both hands, “don’t tease me. I have the upper hand,” you said in a stern whisper against his lips.
He smirked, “the upper hand?”
You quickly ripped his towel from his waist and jumped back, but you tripped onto the bed, forgetting it was behind you. You started laughing as you tried to scrambled across the bed to get away before Yugyeom could retaliate, but it was too late. He grabbed ahold of your ankle and pulled you towards him.
He straddled you on the bed as he pinned your arms down, “Two can play this game. Noona.” Fuck. You sighed, knowing you were done for as soon as he emphasized the last word he spoke, knowing it made you weak inside. Yugyeom wasted no time getting aggressive with you. With your arms still pinned to your sides, he bent down and bit you just above your collarbone making you gasp. “Now who has the advantage?” he whispered in your ear before nipping your lobe just enough to bring a soft moan to your lips. “Take your clothes off.”
Without a second thought you shed your shirt and bra while Yugyeom yanked off your shorts only to find you weren’t wearing underwear. He growled, “Tsk. Tsk. Noooona, you make this too easy for me.” he pushed you back on the bed and hovered above you once again. Your body trembled as he grabbed ahold of your hair, pulled your head harshly to the side, and began marking your neck with sweet bruises.
You could feel his length tapping against your core as his hand slid down your chest, and he roughly rolled your nipple between his fingers. “Oh fuck, Gyeomie..” he stopped biting you and looked straight into your eyes. His were now dark and piercing through you.
“Do you want me baby?”
“Oh fuck. Yes Yugyeom. Fuck.” you drug your nails down his back making him roll his hips against yours with a deep grunt.
“Tell me how bad you want me.”
“I want you so bad, babe. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me.”
Yugyeom bent down, and kissed you, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled away, “You want me to fuck you Noona?” he rolled his hips against yours again, this time at an antagonising slow pace.
“Oh fuck baby. Please. Please fuck me.” you begged and bucked your hips into him.
Yugyeom rolled off of you and pulled you on top of him, he grabbed your hips to keep you steady as you straddled him and slowly slipped him inside of you, “holy shit! You’re so fucking wet babe!” you moaned and began rolling your hips on top of him.
Yugyeom was quick to take control again, grabbing tighter on your hips, and bouncing you roughly up and down on top of him. You didn’t protest. Instead you let your head fall back and your hands rest on his hips, no longer able to control your breathing or the moans escaping your lips. He let out a gristly moan when you brought your hand off your thigh and began rubbing your clit harshly. “Fuck. Babe. Im so close. Harder.” you moaned loudly between breaths.
Yugyeom sat up, and buried his face in the crook of your neck. Still guiding your hips swiftly up and down on top of him and bucking his into you. “Cum for me Noona,” he whispered in your ear before kissing down your jaw to meet your mouth with his. Yugyeom began pounding you into him slightly slower but twice as hard, obviously close to his release.
Your hand left your clit and you dug your nails into his biceps hard enough to nearly break the skin, “fuck baby! I’m C-cumming!” you screamed as your body convulsed, hitting your orgasm hard at the same time as him. Chills ran through your body as your center uncoiled, and you felt Yugyeom’s release inside of you.
“Ahh shit, Noona…” he let out a long sigh as he wrapped his arms around you and trembled in the crook of your neck before kissing you softly. As soon as you both had steadied your breathing, he laid back on the bed, pulling you with him, and kissing you sweetly. His tongue seemed to dance in perfect rhythm against yours, and his lips were soft and gentle.
“I love you Kim Yugyeom.” you said quietly between kisses. You felt him smile against your mouth.
“And I love you my beautiful, Noona.” he placed one last kiss on your lips and then one softly on your chin. “I promise I will always take care of you when you get too stressed out.”
With another kiss planted gently on your forehead, you giggled. “I feel well taken care of baby, don’t worry about that.”