#*looks at the word count* haha. anyway. i'm normal.
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The List.
Based on the Cass Apocalyptic Series.
The first part of this has been rumbling around in my brain ever since that Super Sad Scene a month ago, but yesterday’s update gave me the other side of the coin, so to speak, and finally pulled it all together.
@somerandomdudelmao thanks for the fuel, friend
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Donatello’s days have become a series of checklists, as of late.
No, that’s not exactly true. His days have always been about lists: what he’s done, what he can delegate to someone else, what still needs doing. But these days he’s been doing less and listing more, piling tasks from the first category onto the second as fast as he can manage, hoping he has enough time to empty the queue.
The full catalog is written out in a series of files, reorganized for accessibility to the layperson and meticulously up-to-date as of yesterday. He meant to run through it again this morning, ensure all the relevant instruction manuals were attached to each item and double check his protocols, but he wasn’t… he couldn’t…
He’s going to die tonight.
It irritates him, his own miscalculation of the timing more than the stark presence of his oncoming demise. The latter has been inevitable for quite some time, long enough that he’s gotten used to the idea. But he thought he had another week or two, and he doesn’t like being proven wrong. He wonders if his brothers know.
Probably not. They know it’s bad now, obviously, because they’ve piled him with pillows and blankets and surrounded him on all sides, and Leo has finally gone quiet. But they trust him, they’ve always trusted him, even when they shouldn’t, so if he swears he’ll last a few more days, they’ll believe him. He thinks. He’s pretty sure. If they knew it was tonight, he doubts they would choose to sleep through it. Donnie thinks about waking them up, but only for a moment. He’d like to say it’s a noble act, to leave them in peace a little bit longer, but the truth is he’s just too fucking tired to move.
There’s something settled bone-deep in his chest, a heaviness that sits on him like a stone, a peine forte et dure pressing him down and down, stopping his voice and his breath and his heart. He wonders if this is what dying usually feels like, or if it’s unique to the Kraang. Raph would know.
He cranes his neck to the right, to catch Raph’s face out of the corner of his eye. Raph’s working eye is half-open, staring down at the floor. Donnie could ask him. (He won’t. Let him fall asleep.) The movement of his head is so slight it doesn’t even catch Raph’s attention. He’s too tired for anything more. He’s so goddamn tired.
His lists are out of reach at the moment, with his physical interfaces back in the lab and his ninpo locked behind a wall of oh-god-it-sounds-too-exhausting-to-even-try, but he memorized them all long ago.
Raphael: Maintenance (delegated to Casey, who has it well in hand). Plans (tucked away in a dedicated folder, long term, but someday they’ll have the materials, and Raph will have a proper body again, someday). Honey (yes, he passed that along last week).
Raph has access to the tracking programs, so he can keep an eye on everyone himself, even when Donnie can’t pull up locations or vitals for him anymore. He has his own space in the base once more, somewhere to close a door when he needs to (he insists he doesn’t, but Donnie isn’t a fool). He has more excuses to spend time with Casey, who’s taking over his upkeep. Donnie hopes it fills in some gaps for both of them.
He runs through the list, double checks each item. It’s his last chance to make sure he hasn’t forgotten anything important.
He looks down, finds Mikey.
There’s a stockpile of the anti-aging serum in his safe, the formula in his database, plans for the permanent solution clearly labeled. As long as they have his lab, his systems, Mikey will be as young as his years. He’s walked him through the greenhouse, even if most of it is controlled by the computer system. Mikey misses the world being green; it’ll do him good to spend more time around the plants. He has his tea, his candles. He has Draxum, who by now should have received a — mildly — threatening message warning him not to pull any disappearing acts anytime soon. He has their ancestors, just a short call away.
Donnie’s sure Mikey will call on him soon. He doesn’t plan to stray far.
Up a bit. To the left. Leo.
The arm — Leo knows how to take care of it, as does Casey.
The passwords — reset, something even Leo will be able to remember without resorting to blackmail.
The schedule — reshuffled for the next few days, he’ll have a hard enough time sleeping as it is.
The photos — everything they have, even the embarrassing ones. He even managed a couple of prints, and one precious shot from their pre-apocalypse days, something for Leo to tuck into a pouch and carry with him, when they’re not around.
Raph, Mikey, Leo. He doesn’t think he’s missed anything. Donnie lets his head fall back, too exhausted to hold it up any longer.
Is it enough?
His mind stretches further out. He’s unraveling.
What about April? Her prescription is up to date, they just checked a month ago. She has the latest in his combat tech, which has kept her safe in the field this long, so he has no reason to think it will falter now. He’s leaving her a few extra pieces, since he won’t be able to use them anymore. Leo will find the time for a movie night once in a while, he’s certain, even if his taste in Jupiter Jim movies is horrendous. They still have coffee; he’d die before he let that particular supply run out. He will, actually.
Casey. Fuck, Donnie’s gonna miss his birthday. But he did plan for this, his protocols will kick in. The mask is finished, everything is in place. He’s reconfigured his workstations, fit them for a tiny human instead of a seven-foot turtle. Casey has a better head for mechanics than any of his brothers ever did. Kid likes to be useful, so Donnie’s left him as much use as he can. He’s taught him everything Casey can learn and left instructions for more, when he’s a little older and wiser. His family will take care of him, they’ll make sure he gets there.
The base. It has to hold, to give them somewhere safe. The infrastructure is sound, and they have people to manage repair work. Supplies are decent, the most critical items in stock, everything that can be made renewable is. Their allies — Leo handles interpersonal issues and leadership, but Donnie’s checked the list with a pragmatist’s eye, left notes and rankings for priority. Security is the largest concern, but he’s spent nearly half his time with his assistants since his self-diagnosis (he could have spent it with his family), running them through the programs and adjustments, trying to bring them up to somewhere in the realm of his own expertise (a fool’s errand, but still). They’ve been rigorously instructed, they understand that the little things like sleep are secondary concerns. It has to hold.
Is it enough? For them to be okay?
He’s done everything he can. He can’t do any more. So it has to be enough.
Donnie blinks, and for a moment isn’t certain his eyes will open again at the end of it. But they do. At least one more time, they obey him.
Raph. Mikey. Leo. April. Casey. Home. He rolls back through the list. It’s his last chance. He can’t miss anything.
Mikey’s hand tightens unconsciously around his wrist, fingers meeting easily on either side. Donnie feels only the echo of the pressure.
Raph. Mikey. Leo. April. Casey. Home.
Something bright sparks at the edges of his vision before it fades. The last gasps of a dying brain, he supposes. Synapses firing one last time before they’re snuffed out.
Raph.
Mikey.
Leo.
April.
Casey.
Home.
Light.
There’s light.
It hurts.
He thought dying would stop the pain, but it’s risen to a fever pitch instead. His brother’s arms are gone, but the disease wraps around him in their place, consumes him. It rages like a wildfire, burning through his center until pieces start to flake away like ash.
Oh, this is what it does, what it was built for. The Kraang could have killed him in a lot of different ways. He’d wondered why they chose this one.
He hasn’t planned for it. This is something he didn’t even know to fear.
It’s bright and it hurts but it’s quiet as he crumbles, folds in on himself like a black hole in the utter silence of outer space. It’s quiet enough that the voice that breaks through does so clear as a bell.
His head turns to follow the sound, instinct. He’s lost half his field of vision, but what’s left is enough. He looks, and finds Casey.
Casey looks at him, at him, not the body. Donnie opens his mouth to ask a question — What are you doing here? How? Why? — but something else sloughs out instead. Not blood. He doesn’t have that anymore.
Casey calls his name once more and starts running.
Donnie’s questions fold back into his mind. His mouth clicks shut, he swallows back the putrid rot and pushes himself up. His arms are shattered but they’ll have to hold him. They have to. Because Casey is here and he needs something, which means Donnie missed something, which means he isn’t done.
His spirit disagrees with him, doesn’t see the logic. His arms don’t hold.
Casey reaches to catch him as he falls, and the touch ruptures him instead. He scatters. Into the air and the ground and Casey. For a moment, he’s just pieces, fumbling around and latching onto anything that welcomes them, and Casey does that. They flow into him. They’re him. They’re…
He’s…
Casey, he’s…
Donatello pulls himself back together. Most of himself, anyway. The infection hasn’t followed him but the damage persists. He’s run through with cracks and crevices, shaking bits away into infinity with every movement. But there’s more of him here than not.
Unexpectedly, Donnie is not gone. He’s still dead, but that’s fine, he planned for that one.
Casey has him now. He wraps himself around Donnie in layers, helps hold him together with a kind of sheer will that makes up for any lack of mystic knowledge in spades. Casey asks him to stay, and Donnie takes up the task like Sisyphus sizing up the hill. This time, this time I’ll do it right.
Even better, Casey has taken him to another time, one where all of Donnie’s long-term plans are now completely-fucking-reasonable plans. Casey’s going to fix it, so Donnie can fix everything else. Whatever else needs it. He hasn’t really asked. And he knows he’s missed something, but he doesn’t think too hard about what, not yet.
First thing’s first: he needs a body.
It’s so simple to accomplish that it seems like the universe is mocking him. Just a quick 1-2-3, ticking off the list. It feels almost stupid, like running back through the early levels of a video game after unlocking all the ultimate weapons and burning through enemies and obstacles, laughing, shit, did I used to think this was hard?
In no time at all, his own face has formed in front of him.
In no time at all, he’s gasping.
It’s only been a few hours since he last breathed air, but he’s missed it.
Another thing he’s missed? Functional musculature. Casey slams into him and Donnie is startled to find that it doesn’t knock him over. His arms and legs look like actual limbs again, not fragile little sticks disguising themselves as such. He stands, dragging Casey along without a second thought. The weight barely registers. It’s amazing.
The power trip is heady, but it only lasts a few minutes before reality kicks it in the ass and pulls him back down to earth.
We lost, Casey says.
They’re dead, Casey says.
It wasn’t enough, Casey does not say, but Donnie hears it just as clearly.
All those plans, the preparations, the precautions and protocols, they only borrowed a year or two before they fell apart. He sees the timeline spiral out before him, tighter and tighter until it collapses in on itself, rendered all the more insignificant from his own point of perception. He was alive yesterday. His family is dead today.
Everything he did, it wasn’t enough. Of course it wasn’t. He was stupid to think otherwise.
(Raph. Mikey. Leo. April. Casey. Casey’s still here. It was enough for him, at least.)
It cuts at him a little, to have been so wrong. But he’s strong again, now. He can take the wound. More importantly, he has another chance to get it right.
Donnie breathes. His chest expands smoothly, easily. The air doesn’t rattle in his lungs. He’s alive, he’s a genius, he can fix anything.
He pulls up a list.
#rottmnt#cass apocalyptic series#Rise of the TMNT#fic I write#*looks at the word count* haha. anyway. i'm normal.#Donnie's expressions when he looks at his family one last time are so fuckin good they're so clear#I looked at him and I was like 'oh cool I can literally read his mind'#which may or may not be true (you tell me) but holy shit was it effective#(please @god let the formatting of this post hold)
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bucky barnes x fem!reader
summary: bucky is determined to take care of you while you're sick.
word count: 1.6k+
warnings: mentions of insecurities, mentions of illnesses (but vaguely described), fluffy ahh shit bc why not, usage of pet names such as baby and doll. bucky being stubbornly sweet (it is indeed, a warning), lowercase writing.
i've been sick the past few days hence the creation of this fic. idk why my mood drops when i'm sick... once again, this is too fluffy even for my own good but i warned you and you're reading it still anyway. 🤨 haha jk, i hope you enjoy this one! 🩷
dividers by @cafekitsune!
reblogs, comments, and likes are highly appreciated! thank you. ♡
“can you please let me in, baby?"
that was the fifth time bucky had asked the same question, never giving up on his mission to take care of you after learning from jarvis – out of all people... or robots? – that you were sick.
“bucky, i promise, i'm fine. stop trying to break the door,” you answered, your clogged nose not helping as you sounded horrible even with a concrete wall separating you from him. “go and tell steve that you're joining the mission. you can't withdraw yourself just because i'm—achoo!”
your nose began to leak, and you were now distracted with the need to find the tissue box that used to be on your bed. you didn't hear the door clicking open as well as the heavy footsteps of a certain soldier walking towards you.
“just because you're what? sick?”
you jumped, feeling the edge of the bed sink with his weight. you quickly grabbed the tissue box that was mysteriously thrown under the bed before facing bucky with the duvet covering most of your body.
“how did you open the door?”
bucky shrugged. “i broke the doorknob. you didn't say anything about breaking doorknobs.”
you sighed, not winning this argument with bucky. “you shouldn't be here, bucky. you're supposed to be preparing for a mission tomorrow, not babysitting me!”
“and let you go through this on your own? tough chance, doll. i'm your boyfriend for fuck's sake, and don't tell me that you're worried about getting me sick because we both know i'm immune," he argued, reaching out and pulling the blanket down enough to reveal your face. “are you really upset that i want to take care of you? you should be demanding things from me, baby. instead you've been hiding from me.”
“because i don't need anything, bucky. i can handle myself just fine." you huffed, knowing you wanted his attention and care so badly. remembering your face was exposed, you felt insecure again. you dragged the cover back up and turned away. “i also don't want you to see me like this.”
“like what?"
“like a mess," you muttered underneath the sheets. “you've never seen me like this before, and i swear i am the worst when i'm sick. you don't have to see me like this, okay? i don't want you to.”
you felt silly. it was completely normal to get sick, but you hated how extreme your body would act out whenever an illness would attack you. you'd always sound and look like you were fighting a battle in hell alone. the way your mind would take an entire flip and drag you to your lowest point didn't help either. so, not only were you feeling physically horrible, you were also struggling mentally.
“a mess? what mess?” he asked, lifting the cover to join you underneath it which caught you off guard. you were entirely exposed to his eyes now. “there's my girl. where's the mess that you're talking about, huh?”
with the little amount of energy left in you, you brought your hands up to cover your face. he could see how much of a mess you were now, far from the dream you've painted since the day you dated him. now, you were nothing but a nightmare of your reality.
“don't you dare hide from me. i haven't seen you all day and it's driving me insane," he complained, pulling your hands away from yourself. he brought his thumb to your teary eyes, wiping the tears away before they could fall. “i can't believe you're hiding from me just because you think i can't handle seeing you sick. what did you think i'd do once i saw you like this?”
you sniffed, hesitation holding you back from telling him the truth. it's only been three months since you've started dating bucky, and you were still in that stage where you'd constantly try impress him.
you weren't faking yourself, no. however, you still did your best to only show your good side and tuck away your insecurities. unfortunately, you had to get sick too soon and have to risk bucky seeing you this way.
“you thought i'd leave you? won't like you anymore? get turned off or something?”
you nodded, knowing that was exactly what went through your head and a bit pissed that he was able to read your mind without actually having the power to do so.
bucky's eyes softened at your confession, letting out a soft sigh as he saw how badly you were beating yourself up.
“if it's because of how you look right now, then it's true. you do look different," he answered, your chest tightening. “your eyes lost their glow, you're frowning more often, your eyes are all puffy, you are definitely grumpier than usual, your lips are dry and chapped from—”
“okay, i get it, bucky! you don't have to rub it in my fa—”
“but i won't be doing whatever is on your mind. you're sick, doll. it'll affect you. it's normal. hell, i look even worse when i used to get sick, but you? you still look so fucking lovely." he held your face gently, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “even then, i don't give a fuck on how messy you can get. i'm your boyfriend. i should be taking care of you, helping you feel better, and bringing back the glow in your eyes. please, baby. let me take care of you.”
this time, you were looking back at him. "you mean it?"
"of course I mean it," he replied softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "i love you, doll. i don't care how you look like right now. you could look like a swamp monster and be sick as a dog, and i would still think that you are the most beautiful woman for me."
you giggled softly, his words filling you with warmth and reassurance. you felt so lucky to have a man who truly loved you and handled your insecurities with such understanding and care, and even sillier for thinking he'd leave you for such reasons.
“thank you. that really made me feel better," you told him, your arms slowly creeping forward to hold him. “i'm sorry for hiding. i was just scared to turn you off or anything.”
“are you kidding? i'm trying my best not to hold you down and kiss you all over. i haven't even hugged you for a day,” bucky said, a pout on the verge of forming on his face.
“it hasn't even been a day, bucky. now, who's dramatic?" you said, rolling your eyes playfully. “and you're supposed to be on a mission tomorrow! are you really not going?”
“when i could be here taking care of you?” he asked, as if the answer was already obvious. “the others can handle it. my main priority is to do anything you want and make you feel better.”
“anything?”
he smiled, leaning down to let your lips meet softly. "anything."
( a lil bonus < 3 )
“what is that smell?”
sam, steve, and natasha entered the compound after a quick briefing for their mission tomorrow. they joined tony and clint who were having a casual conversation in the living room about the best burrito in town.
the kitchen was an open space, the aroma of whatever bucky was cooking spreading all around the nearby rooms.
sam didn't hesitate to come closer and inspect the kitchen, finding the entire counter lined up with various spices and plates that bucky filled with his dishes.
“what's the occasion? did i miss something?" sam asked, grabbing a fork to take a little taste until bucky slapped his hand away. "ow! what was that for?"
"hands off." bucky warned, frowning at sam. “that's not for you, wilson."
“not even a nibble? come on, man. it smells amazing!”
their usual bickering caught the attention of the other avengers, immediately joining them in the kitchen which annoyed bucky even more when he saw them eyeing the food he made.
"before any of you try to ask, no. this is not for any of you."
"who's it even for?" natasha asked, the least interested to have a taste, but was curious either way.
bucky answered with your name. "she's sick."
"what? since when?" clint asked, worry flashing across his face. "can we do anything?"
bucky glanced up before hesitantly answering. "well.. she did say she wanted to watch a movie after eating."
clint snapped his fingers and smiled. "i'm on it."
"i'll get jarvis to check on her vitals every hour and create a diagnosis," tony said, already tapping on his smart watch. "assuming she wouldn't be too comfortable letting the entire team know what's going on with her body, i'll just let you receive the updates. just update me with what you can, yeah?"
"i'll talk to fury and let you both have a week free from work," steve offered. "she needs the rest and she needs you."
"oh, i'll handle fury. he can't say no to his favourite," natasha said with a smug smile. "tell her i'll bring her all her favourite snacks once we're back from our mission, and that she better be back to full health so we can go out together."
bucky nodded, chest warming with the genuine concern they shared. he was excited to let you know how loved and deserving of all this you were.
if you have any requests for bucky, send them my way! 💌
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes fic#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes x fem!reader#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes fluff#marvel#mcu#inkedbybarnes
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.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 Exes SUCK !! ´ˎ˗
Percy Jackson x fem!reader
Synopsis: When reader found out her loser ex cheated on her, she always has her best friend to step up !
Word Count: 1018
Every night at camp half-blood, there's a campfire at 9pm where all the campers come together while the Apollo kids lead a bunch of sing-a-longs. You normally loved these, but tonight wasn't your night. About a week ago, you and your shitty ex had broken up when you found out he was cheating with some Aphrodite kid. Sure it hurt being cheated on but after months of being treated the way you were, you were just glad to finally get rid of him.
As glad as you were, now you were just kind of lonely, his toxicity drove away your friends. Even your best friend, Percy. Now, you were sitting alone by the campfire as the rest of the campers were staggering back to their cabins. While you were enjoying the warmth of the fire, you notice a familiar figure coming to take a seat next to you.
"Hey Y/N"
"Hey Percy"
Neither of you looked at each other for a few moments, still staring the fire. The silence was unbearable, you felt terrible about what happened. You never wanted to push him away, you thought you were being loved when you were just being used. Growing up as a demigod sucks when your mortal parent doesn't care for you because you are just so different from the rest of your family, constantly ignoring you hoping you would go away. Plus of course none of the gods ever really pay attention to their kids. All that gave you issues, you never felt enough. So when your ex first came into your life making you feel wanted, you jumped at it not realizing that that wasn't love.
"So.. I've heard about you and.. you know who" Percy never liked him from the start. You really wish you listened to him.
"Yeah, he who shall not be named" you chuckled as Percy turned and smiled. "I wish I listened to you about him, would've saved me so much time you know."
"Hate to say I told you so but, I told you so" he said as you jokingly glared at him.
"Haha. But really, I'm sorry for everything that happened" you said.
"You don't have to apologize" he looked at you sincerely.
"No, I do. I pushed you away all for a jerk who didn't deserve my time, and you didn't deserve that" you turned to him with a look of sadness on your face. You hated that you did that to him.
He turns to face you and grabs your cheeks making your foreheads touch to make extreme eye contact. "Y/N, it's okay, you don't have to say sorry again. You know I can't stay mad at you anyways." As you guys separated, a wash of relief floods your face as you feel your shoulders drop with satisfaction.
"I'm glad." Percy lets go of your cheeks and faces back to the camp fire. You take the opportunity and slide closer next to him, now shoulder to shoulder. You continue to lean in and he takes the chance to slide his arms over your shoulders, happy with himself when he sees that you didn't pull away, but snuggled closer. You guys were always very close together like this before you were forced to separate from him. At the end of the day, no one blames your ex for being jealous of Percy. You guys stay there for a view moments enjoying the toasty fire when you decide to finally speak up.
"I missed you, like, a lot" you whispered loud enough for the both of you to hear.
"I missed you, too Y/N" as Percy said that he held you tighter.
"You know the phrase 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'," you rambled "..yeah." You didn't know how to continue that thought out loud, it sounded less cheesy in your head but you meant what you said. Whatever it was that you said. If you were being honest with yourself, you wish it was Percy who first showed interest in you instead of.. the other guy.. but you fear it may be too late for that. While you were deep in thought, Percy was just giggling at your failed sentence.
"You sound like you have a little crush on mee" Percy dragged out the last word. Weirdly enough, he wasn't wrong, but that was also how you guys also joked. So you never thought he was serious when he said this stuff.
"Why do you think I got forced to distance from youu" you matched Percy by dragging out the last word.
"Wait, what" Percy questioned, looking down at you and you turned up and looked at him through your lashes. Percy always thought you were beautiful, so you getting a shitty boyfriend sucked for him, but he tried to push through for you. Then when he forced you and Percy to stop talking, that hurt, but he could never hate you.
"I guess it was pretty obvious how much I like you, even to my own boyfriend. Funny isn't it. I thought since you didn't like me back it was time to try moving on, it didn't work out though" you got quiet as you finished your sentence. Then Percy stared at you wide eyed with with mouth gaped open.
"Is it too soon to finally kiss you" Percy said, grateful he didn't stammer his sentence out of nerves. That's when you quickly sat up, grabbed his face and slammed it on yours. It was amazing, between the tension that was constantly building up mixed with the relaxing sound of the crackling fire behind you, it was perfect. You guys were moving together in rhythm before you pulled apart remembering your need for air. As you guys were panting for air you looked at each other and smiled, then you spoke up.
"Why was I wasting my time before" you joked.
"Your decisions making skills were never the best, that's why I'm here for you, always" Percy kissed your forehead as you both began to stand up and walk hand in hand back to your cabins.
#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson#percy jackson pjo#percy pjo#percy series#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson x y/n#percy jackson x you#percy jackson fluff
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𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘈𝘸𝘢𝘺
I recommend listening to Still by Jeff Bernat while reading the first part!
Summary: It’s been a year since you and your ex-boyfriend, Wonwoo, had broken up. You have been having a hard time getting over him, no thanks to the fact you share mutual friends. Friends who liked to constantly update you on how he’s doing. After having no contact for the past 12 months, you two end up at the same party.
Tags:
angst, fluff, hurt and comfort, smut (mdni)
j.ww x reader, nonidol! au, nonidol!wonwoo, exbf!wonwoo, jealous!wonwoo, mentions of most svt members (S.Coups, Jeonghan, Hoshi, Minghao, Mingyu Seungkwan.), exes to lovers, y/n has way too much pride, pining over eachother during the whole party omf, they both assume too much, a little mingyu x reader if you squint, low tolerance hoshi as always, mingyu is bullied but thats normal atp.
Smut Tags/Warnings:
smut mdni! dom!wonwoo, sub!reader, afab!reader, bathroom sex, p in v sex, semi-public sex, fingering, literally one spank (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, tiniest bit of degradation, praise, lots of petnames (baby, princess, love,).
if i've missed anything lmk! :}
Word count: 4556 words.
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HELLO OOMFG, my first ever seventeen fic has now graced this website. literally no one asked for this… i just love wonwoo. I can't believe i even finished this with how hectic school is wtf. any ways this is my first Wonwoo fic and i'm very excited and NERVOUS to share it with you all...... anyways i hope u like it haha. lmk what you guys think of it PLEASE i want feedback, i crave feedback. love u all enjoy hfiasuheiuhafsi.
SMUT UNDERNEATH THIS CUT. MDNI! 18+.
After a year of not seeing one another, the pang in your heart never subsided. The thought of even breathing the same air as him was already causing you to feel the uneasiness boiling in your stomach. You heard from everyone how well he’s doing without you, you didn’t want to have to see it with your own eyes too.
Unassumingly, you walked into Soonyoung’s apartment expecting to be greeted by the host himself. Instead, you donned upon a familiar set of eyes. Soft brown eyes, the same ones that you looked into every morning for three years.
You tried your best to act ok, but the familiar ache in your chest was creeping in once again. The same ache that hasn’t left for the past 12 months. The same ache that hasn’t left since you watched him walk out your front door.
The two of you are still standing there. Awkwardness started to settle in. You clear your throat and attempt to give your best poker face.
“Hi, uhm is Soonyoung in there?” You Inquire. Cursing yourself mentally due to the audible shake in your voice.
“Hey Y/n long time no see, and yeah he’s already become good friends with his toilet. You know how he gets with alcohol.” He chuckled.
Now you’re mentally cursing him. He looks so composed compared to you. He’s even joking around with you. You have half the mind to back out and just drive home. But you can't. You can't because it’ll make you look like he still has an effect on you. Even though you’re not over him you still have some pride left in you.
“Oh haha that doesn’t sound too good. Anyways, it’s nice seeing you again but I’m gonna go and greet everyone now.” You declare, eyes not even meeting him. If they did you wouldn’t be able to stay calm any longer.
His hair got longer, you thought to yourself. He looked so good even after all this time. The thick rimmed glasses he wore complimented his features well. Alongside the creme knit sweater, the sleeves sitting above his elbows. It gives you a good view of his strong forearms. The same ones that held you while you fell asleep every night.
“It’s nice seeing you too Y/n.” His voice is almost a whisper. Eyes scanning your face for any type of reaction.
To Wonwoo’s dismay you only nod your head half-heartedly and trudge past him. He can feel his heart skip a beat, with both joy and sadness. Being able to see you is so bittersweet, and you still look as good as you did when he last saw you a year ago.
He watches you make your way through the room. Your eyes particularly light up as you spot Mingyu. Curious eyes peer over to your frame and see how Mingyu engulfs you into a tight hug. Wonwoo's fists ball up tightly and he shuts the door with more force than normal.
If things were different, it would be him that has his arms around you. Not his best friend.
You laugh at Mingyu's joke, but you’re still conscious of the pair of eyes that are burning into your back. You didn’t have to turn around to know who was staring at you. A part of you is happy, why is Wonwoo keeping his eyes on you? The other part of you is anxious. Why is Wonwoo keeping his eyes on you?
“We’ve really missed you around here y/n.” Mingyu's soft voice brings you back to reality.
“I’ve missed you guys too, Gyu.” You professed. Your hand moves to give his bicep a reassuring pat. To the two of you it’s nothing but a friendly gesture. To Wonwoo, it appears to be more than that.
His jealousy is brewing in the pit of his stomach.
You, on the other hand, are very aware of the way Wonwoo is eyeing you and Mingyu. If you didn’t know any better, you would assume that Wonwoo is jealous of Mingyu. As much as you want that to be the actual reason, you suppress your inner thoughts. Instead, you let Mingyu continue to talk your ear off about why he thinks Lane's character deserved a better ending in Gilmore Girls.
…
Hours passed and the party has dyed down considerably. The only
people left at Sooyoung's apartment are now sitting around chatting in the living room. Everyone but Soonyoung (who Jeonghan and Minghao eventually put to rest in his room) have been engaging in the group’s conversation.
“Haha, Hey Mingyu! Remember that time you tried to do a flip in the pool just to impress Y/n?” Jeonghan decided to make up a game called Mingyu's embarrassing moments. Group bonding he likes to call it. You can't help but laugh at the way the boys like to tease Mingyu.
Though you found it surprising that Mingyu's failed flip was because he was trying to gain your attention.
“I’m sick of you guys bringing that up! My back hurt for a whole week..” Mingyu huffs, he looks at you with a pout. Allyou can do is giggle.
“It’s ok Gyu, you can show me your flip the next time we go to the pool!” You try not to burst into laughter as you reassuringly pat his shoulder. In the middle of all of this you felt a pair of eyes on you the whole time. Without even turning to look you knew who it was.
Excusing yourself to go to the washroom, you let the group continue to share their favourite moments of Mingyu embarrassing himself.
While you stood there, eyes closed, a sigh left your lips. All your energy had been drained from the party. Especially because 90% of your brain power had been used on looking at Wonwoo without making it obvious. You couldn’t help but steal glances, especially because he looked so good sitting there laughing with the guys.
The tap was still running when you heard the door open and shut firmly behind you. You look up at the mirror to see a pair of cat-like eyes staring back at you. The squeeze in your chest intensifies. Out of all the people who could be in this small space with you right now, it’s him.
“Are you and Mingyu a thing?” He cuts to the chase. Wonwoo was never the type to beat around the bush. Whenever he was curious about something he would ask. He finds it exhausting to play coy. It doesn’t make sense to him.
You cough due to the awkward atmosphere. “W-what? Of course not! Me and Mingyu are just friends. He’s your best friend Wonwoo. I would never do that to you.”
“I’m sorry I just don’t like the way you two seem so close.” He deflates. His eyes are still piercing into your soul.
“Why? He’s both our friend Won.” You retort. His nickname leaves your lips so easily. The blush spreads across your cheeks in a matter of seconds. It’s been awhile since you’ve been this close to him. Since you’ve last called him by his nickname.
“It’s the way he’s always trying to get your attention. I think he likes you Y/n.” Wonwoo sighs, he hates that you're so oblivious to Mingyu’s advances. Everyone but you seems to see the double meaning to his actions.
“Even if Mingyu does like me, I would kindly reject him.” You assure him. You’re not sure why though, you two aren’t even together anymore. Following that thought, your heart aches once again.
We’re not together anymore, you repeat in your head.
You turn around to face him. With your backside pressed up against the bathroom counter, your breath gets caught in your throat.
“My love, why did we even break up?” Wonwoo questioned you with a sad expression. You frowned. You recall the last few weeks before you broke up with him.
He was so respectful of your decision it almost seemed like he wanted it to happen too.
“Because I could tell that the last thing you needed was a relationship. Work was hectic for you, I was barely around because of my last year at school. It just felt like we were always at two different places. I loved you but I don’t think it would’ve been long before we called it quits. I just decided-.” He cuts you off.
“Yes. You decided without me. We could’ve made it work. But you decided to break it off when it could’ve been fixed easily. I didn’t put up a fight when it happened because you seemed so sure that you didn’t love me anymore.” The tears in your eyes were threatening to spill. His face is so close to yours. The proximity of both your bodies. It was so much of him after not having him at all for so long.
“I’m sorry, I just thought about what’s best for you.” You countered. A pout settling on your face. His arms are placed on the counter, gripping the marble on each side of you, locking you in.
“There you go again, making decisions for the both of us.” His voice barely above a whisper.
Wonwoo's eyes are still trained on yours, and you can’t seem to look away. The sparkle isn’t there anymore. It hasn’t been there since the day you left him.
“Baby tell me you don’t love me anymore. Tell me that so I can move on. Because everyday that I’m not waking up beside you is another day my heart breaks a little more. I can’t even breathe properly without you. So please, just tell me you don’t love me.” The crack in his voice causes a tear in your heart. He’s begging you, the desperation in his words are clear.
You look down. Wonwoo's knuckles are turning white because of how hard he’s gripping the countertop. The both of you are breathing heavily, and you fear that he can hear how hard your heart is pounding.
“I’m sorry Won, but I can’t do that.” You murmured. “As much as I want you to be happy, I can’t tell you that I don’t love you. I don’t think I can ever stop.”
“If you love me then come back to me. Please Y/n whatever it was that caused us to break up, we can fix it.” Pleading you, he grabs your face with his large hands. The motion makes you look back up into his eyes. He’s crying.
The tears in his eyes slip gracefully down his face. Even in this sad moment he still looked so beautiful. A blush prominent on his cheeks and the tip of his nose. His long lashes wet with tears. Sorrow somehow makes him look so pretty in the dull lighting of the bathroom.
Your heart thumps rapidly in your chest and your tongue dry. What are you even meant to say? Is it worth it to come back to a relationship you thought you couldn’t salvage? As much as you love Wonwoo, you two had so much ahead of you. His career was clearly taking off before you broke up with him and you just didn’t want to hold him back. You needed love, you needed attention but he just became too busy, rightfully so. You would never blame him for prioritizing his work, even if it meant straining your relationship.
On the other hand you were in the final stages of completing your thesis. The two of you were always missing each other. He was always coming home in the later hours of the night while you were still asleep, and by the time it was morning the bed was neatly made beside him.
“Won, I love you, I do. But I can tell you’re better off without me. From what Cheol and the boys are saying, you’re happy. I even heard you're dating again.” you chuckle bitterly, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying.
“No Y/n, I’m fucking miserable without you. I don’t care what the boys are saying. I only went on a date because Soonyoung said it would be good to try again, but I can’t do it. I can’t because it's not you. And I can’t stand the thought of you ending up with someone else. I want to be your last. I miss waking up to you every morning, and I miss the way the house smelt when you were still around. I even miss the way you would snore in your sleep. I need you in my life, but if you don’t feel the same way anymore then I won’t bother you anymore. You won’t have to worry about me.” Wonwoo’s voice cracks, the desperation clear in his voice.
His hands are still caging you in, the proximity becoming overwhelming. Your faces are inches apart, and all you can smell is his peach scented cologne. His scent only ever reminded you of home. God why was he so good with his words, you thought. The tears in your eyes start to fall. Fuck. This is not how you thought this night was going to go.
“I love you Wonwoo.” is all you can say in response. It comes out as a whisper as the gap between you two starts to fade.
Your lips move against his with fluidity. He feels the same way he did a year ago, you thought. The sound of the running tap and the sounds of kissing fill the small bathroom. Wonwoo’s hands move from the countertop to your waist, gripping you tight. As if you were about to disappear into thin air if he let you go.
All you could think about at that moment was that he felt so good on top of you. Your bodies pressed up against each other once again. You haven’t been with anyone since the two of you broke up, you just couldn’t do it. No one could get you as turned on as Wonwoo does. It doesn’t feel right unless it's him, it doesn’t feel right to have anyone inside you except him.
Wonwoo still has his iron grip on you, but now his hands are creeping under your shirt to feel your bare waist. You don’t stop him, if anything you want him to keep going. Fuck everyone who can hear you outside. Right now, at this moment, it's just you and him.
Both of your breathing becomes laboured as you deepen the kiss, opening your mouth to let his tongue explore the inside of your mouth. His mouth finally leaves yours; looking at you again with those piercing eyes. Staring back with the same intensity you just smile and place a hand on his cheek. He breaks the contact only to dive into your neck, kissing and licking every square inch he has access to. You can only whimper as you feel him marking you up. Even though it's a bad idea for him to leave hickies, he can’t help it. Wonwoo wants to show you how badly he’s missed you.
You two are close enough in distance that you can feel his hard on pressing against your thigh. He’s rubbing himself against you as he licks up your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin.
“Hmm feels good baby,” you whisper, as you move your head to give him more surface area. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, your hand gripping his bicep to keep you grounded throughout all the pleasure. It’s been so long since you’ve been touched like this, you can’t help but feel sensitive to every miniscule touch that you’re receiving.
“I need you so bad Won,” you whimper to him. His hold on you tightens at your words. All of this feels like a dream that you don’t want to wake up from. Wonwoo’s lips feathering soft kisses against your skin as he holds you; it just feels too good to be true.
“Shh I know baby, I’ll give you what you want, just let me savour you for a bit.” He whispers back in your ear, one hand slowly moving towards your chest. His hand was fully under your shirt by this point. You force him to reconnect his lips with yours again, kissing him harder. You pull away again just to take off your shirt, your bra following without a second to spare. Not wasting any time your pants come off next, leaving you fully naked against the sink.
Before you can take off any of Wonwoo’s clothes he stops you, his eyes dark with want. Moving you to sit on top of the counter, he spreads your legs. You sit there with anticipation as he massages your thighs, admiring your glistening pussy. He hasn’t done much but he still looked so attractive under the fluorescent light. Your walls lining with slick the more you looked at him. Fingers creeping close to where you need him most, he plays with your wetness. You sigh, the relief washing over you as he rubs slow, lazy circles on your clit.
“Need more, please baby.” you whine, grabbing his wrist to bring him closer to your entrance. He pulls back with a tsk.
“No love, let me play with you for a bit.” He’s not asking, and you know how he gets when you two are like this. You’ve always been a brat with him, and he was never one to give in. Always playing the long game, edging you until you beg him to let you cum. Today was not the day to play games with you though.
“No. Wanna feel you inside me now.” you demand, leading his hands towards your soaking cunt.
He can only sigh, giving into you for the first time.
“This is the only time I’m letting you get what you want. Next time you better be begging for me.” He looked serious, and you know not to play brat any more than you have now.
Without warning he shoves two fingers inside of you. Letting out a moan, you throw your head back. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you spread your legs further. Wonwoo curls his fingers as he pumps them in and out of you, feeling how wet you are for him. He can’t help but grin to himself. He knows he’s the only one who can get you this needy, and he's enjoying every single second of it.
Your moans get louder and he slaps his other hand over your mouth.
“If you wanna be a good little whore for me, you better keep quiet. Can’t have the others hearing you now, isn’t that right baby?” he spits. You can only nod, your brows furrowing with pleasure.
“You're so wet already, this is just for me isn't it?” he hums, picking up the speed as he finger fucks you. You moan against his hand, not being able to give a proper response due to all the pleasure. You forgot how good his fingers feel compared to your own. They fill you up so well, not even your vibrator can make you feel this good.
He continues with his ministrations, the sounds of your wet folds squelching echoes inside the bathroom. Your mind wanders to whether or not the guys can hear you, but they quickly dissipate as his thumb finds your clit once again. Rubbing it in perfect rhythm with his fingers. The familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching creeps up on you.
“G-gonna cum Won.” you breathe out. His hand leaves your mouth, replacing it with his lips. The speed of his fingers increases, the other hand fondling your tits to get you closer to the edge. You moan into the kiss as relief washes over you, your cunt dripping with cum. It covers his hands and your inner thighs. Before you could say anything, Wonwoo shoves his fingers in your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself.
“Good job baby, you’re doing so well for me aren’t you?” He chuckles as you obediently lick up your cum from his fingers. The praise and your recent orgasm makes your head dizzy.
Opening your mouth you remove his fingers. You pout and pull him closer to you, and he goes back to placing his hands at each of your sides on the counter, leaning in to give you a peck on your lips.
“Want your cock, please baby.” you whine, grabbing the ends of his sweater to attempt to lift it off of him. He can only laugh at how needy you are for him. “Wanna feel you cum inside me please.”
“Only because you asked so nicely.”
He removes his clothes quickly, both your bodies buzzing with anticipation. His pants pooling at his ankles, and his member stands hard and leaking with pre cum. Your mouth can’t help but water. As much as you want to suck him off right now, you don’t. Mentally leaving a note to yourself to ask him about it next time. Next time, you thought. It still sounded funny considering you haven’t been with him like this in a long time.
Parting your legs apart further, Wonwoo moves in between them, his hands guiding his dick towards your entrance. Teasingly he rubs himself against your cunt, collecting your juices for an easier entrance. You look down between the two of you and your pussy clenches at how big he is.
“Stop teasing please, I want you inside me now.” you beg, pushing your hips to meet his. He just chuckles, shaking his head before he forces his cock past your folds.
Gasping at the sudden intrusion, he doesn’t give you time to adjust; grabbing your thighs to hook them between his arms, spreading you further. It gives him a new angle to fuck into you deeper, his thrusts fast and hard just how you’ve always liked it. The pleasure becomes more overwhelming with every move he makes. The feeling of his hard member rubbing against your gummy walls sends you into overdrive. He continues to hit that spot in you that you know no one else can reach. The vigour in every movement causes slapping sounds to fill the room alongside the wet sounds of his cock entering in and out of you. If anything it just turns you one even more.
“Feels so good baby, keep going.” You moan as he places his mouth around your nipple sucking on it as he continues to fuck you. He moves your legs once again to place them around his hips, allowing his free hand to rub your clit once more. The feeling of it all is hitting you hard, especially with how sensitive you are from the previous orgasm.
“So fucking tight for me princess.” Wonwoo grunts, his words causing you to clench around him even harder. He’s groaning above you, trying hard to not cum for as long as possible. You’re already drunk off his cock but he wants to savour every moment of this. The uncertainty of it all is keeping him from cumming too quickly.
The moans coming from your mouth only get louder the more he plays with your clit, and before you know it you’re coming undone for the second time tonight. But Wonwoo perseveres, his thrusts never falter. Not until you feel his member twitch inside you.
“Cum inside me Won, wanna be filled up please.” you’re blubbering at this point, overstimulated and overwhelmed. You just want to feel his cum spurt into your hole. He groans at how the filthy words spewing from your lips, causing him to release inside you. You whimper against his shoulder, feeling the hot white liquid spilling into your pussy. As you clench around him once more you bring his face to yours, giving a deep and meaningful kiss.
“Come home with me. I’m not done with you.” He demands. His dick still inside of you, he refuses to pull out, finding comfort in your warmth.
“I’ll do whatever you want Jeon Wonwoo, as long as I get to ride you later.” you laugh, removing yourself from his grip. He smiles, the pink tinge apparent on his cheeks.
You hop off the counter to put on your clothes, and as you bend down to grab your things you feel a sharp slap hit your ass. Yelping, you turn to give him a dirty look. He can only smile mischievously, the sight of his cum leaking from your pussy lips onto your thighs is turning him on again. As he gets dressed his head fills with intrusive thoughts, ultimately, he decides to save it for later.
The two of you end up leaving the bathroom just to see everyone still drinking and talking in a circle. All the attention turns towards the two of you. Out of all the people you can’t help but notice the way Mingyu isn’t his usual cheerful self, the difference earlier on in the party is a stark contrast from his current mood. Your thoughts are cut off by Seungkwan’s voice.
“Finally! My god, we didn’t know when you two were gonna make up, its been to fucking long.” he exasperates, both you and Wonwoo giggle bashfully.
“For real, the tension between the both of you was too thick. All you needed was a good fuck.” Jeonghan chimes in, giving you two a suggestive wink.
You feel the heat rise creep up your neck to cheeks. In the heat of the moment the bathroom fuck was good, but you know the boys aren’t going to let you two live it down. They never do, Mingyu being a prime example.
“Ok ok, I hope you all got your jokes in. Me and Y/n are going home.” Wonwoo announces, leading you to the doorway with his hand on the small of your back.
“Good night guys!” You bid them farewell and you make your way out of Soonyoung’s apartment. They all say their goodnights to you two, along with some cheers at the news that you and Wonwoo are back to normal.
The two of you walk towards Wonwoo’s car, his hand entangled with yours; holding you tight to ensure you don’t leave him again. The fall breeze sends chills down your spine, the leaves dancing in circles along the pavement. Wonwoo pulls you in closer, trying to preserve your warmth. You can’t help but smile at the fact that he just knew, even when you didn’t say anything.
As you reach the destination of his car, he opens the door for you. Letting you get comfortable before climbing in himself and turning it on to start. The radio immediately connects to his phone, the song humming quietly in the background. Wonwoo’s hand finds yours again, looking at you with warm eyes. He places a quick peck on your lips before pulling away. There’s only one destination for him in mind.
“Home?” he asks.
“Home.” you respond.
© wonustars
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cigarette duet
poly!stray kids x ninth member!reader
genre: angst, fluff at the end
content warnings: smoking, mentions of rehab, mentions of recovery
word count: 3k
summary: you get hounded by your boyfriends after they catch you smoking. how will they react when you disappear and go off the radar?
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Perhaps you had smoked one too many cigarettes last night. Waking up the next morning after battling your stresses with the addictive feed of nicotine, your throat felt dry, hoarse, scratchy even.
"Baby, are you sure you're not sick?" Felix fussed, placing his hand delicately on your forehead to gain an idea of your temperature. "I mean, you don't feel hot, but maybe you're coming down with something?"
"I'm fine, love, just need some water," you kiss his hand that was pulling away from your face, offering a reassuring smile after clearing your throat.
And in your mind, that was enough. You didn't notice the little things that your boyfriends did however.
"Binnie, what are you doing? You look like a perv haha," Hyunjin giggled at the sight of Changbin rummaging through the laundry basket and sniffing your hoodie.
"Ssshhh, keep it down. And plus, it's not being pervy, people in relationships do it all the time. It's comforting smelling each other's clothing," Changbin righteously pointed out to his boyfriend, puffing his chest before adding, "well, normally it is..." he sighed.
"Woah that's mean, you can't say our girlfriend smells," Hyunjin pushed Changbin's shoulder, laughing again but with wide eyes this time round.
"No, no, you've got the wrong idea anyways. I think... I think Y/N's been smoking. I can smell it on her hoodie," Changbin sighed, tossing the white hoodie of yours back into the washing basket that was full to the brim. He was about to continue his spiel of conspiracies until he jumped when your arms wrapped around behind him.
"Aw, babe, are you doing the washing? Thank god for that, I was worried it would never get done," you squeezed him tightly once more before kissing him on the cheek and continuing your venture into the kitchen, Felix trailing behind you.
"I think she's getting sick, I'm gonna see if we have any meds in the cupboard, or some throat sweets at least," Felix pouted as he walked past his two boyfriends, Hyunjin ruffling his hair on the way.
Changbin threw a meaningful look at Hyunjin, alarms going off in his head because it only added more fuel to the blazing fire of thoughts in his head.
"Look, we don't know that she is smoking for sure. Maybe she's just been around some friends that are?" Hyunjin whispers hurriedly, yet this caught Seungmin's attention, and his ears too.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Seungmin casually stood between the two, grabbing laundry detergent and capsules from the cupboard to act natural yet because practical at the same time.
"I'll explain later, to all of you. I'm just a bit concerned," Changbin sighed, rubbing his hand across his face before actually making a start on the chore at hand.
It was an escape for you, much like it was for other people who smoked cigarettes. And plus, you hadn't been doing it for long. You thought what could the harm be when you didn't do it a lot? Plus, it was handy that none of your boyfriends batted an eyelid in the studio when you said you wanted to go outside for some air. In fact, it gave the opportunity for Changbin to lay out his thoughts to the rest of your boyfriends who hadn't yet heard his observations.
"Y/N... I don't think she'd do that, I can't picture it," Jeongin shook his head, shaking his hands in confusion because the picture being painted in front of them seemed very unlikely and it wasn't a nice one to think of.
"And she knows it's too risky. First of all we're idols. I hate to say it but we have to think about that first in situations like these. Even when we're drinking we've got to be careful. If you're right about this, Binnie, then..." Chan groaned, leaning back into his seat with a huff.
"But she did just go out 'for some air'," Han added on, brows furrowed as he thought what Changbin was saying was quite plausible.
"Ok. We'll go check then," Minho shrugged as he stood.
"What?" Felix too stood up.
"We can't sit here and keep worrying. Let's go check and see for ourselves. If we're wrong... And I hope we are... Then it's fine," Minho grabbed his phone and shoved it into his pocket, scanning around the room for his boyfriends' reactions.
"And if we're not wrong, then what?" Hyunjin voiced his concerns.
"Let's just hope we're not," Chan was first to walk out the door, the rest of Stray Kids following along after him like ducklings and their mother. Apart from this time it wasn't the cute, adorable scene you'd hope for, especially because they could smell the smoke and see your lax figure as soon as they rounded the corner to the back of the building.
"No. Y/N you've got to be kidding me!" Chan snatched the cigarette out of your hand and immediately stomped it out.
"Chan I-" you fumbled on your words, eyes wide as you had all eight of your lovers stood in front of you. And the way they looked at you made you stomach twist into knots you were sure you'd never felt.
Disappointment. Anger. Concern. Indifference.
"Let's talk about this inside," Changbin wrapped an arm around your shoulder as he spoke quietly to you.
Your heart was racing faster. They were going to think the worst. But you had a way out of this. It wasn't even that bad. Sure, over the past month maybe you'd have been spending more money on packs of cigarettes, yet on the inside you felt as if there were worse things you could be doing to yourself.
"Sit," Minho bluntly said, face unreadable, tone void of emotion.
And so you did.
"We'll just have a conversation about this, nice and calm, ok?" Felix nudged Chan in particular with his leg.
It seemed however that it wasn't a conversation, but more of an intervention. A heated one, at that.
"I can't be nice and calm, Lix! Our girlfriend is destroying her body, and for what?" Chan's voice rose ever so slightly, hands squeezing the arms of the chair he was tensely sat in.
"It's just a cigarette," you feebly replied. That backbone of yours was slowly wearing away the more and more anger you felt radiating off of your partners.
"Don't be ridiculous," Seungmin scoffed, "think of the damage it's doing. Think about your career."
"It's more than just the odd cigarette, right?" Changbin prodded, wanting answers to the millions of questions he had. After all, he was the first one to notice how you gradually stopped voicing your concerns to him but still sometimes had the habits that showed your anxiety.
"Well, yes, but-" you began but were cut off.
"No buts. That's... It's, you're hurting yourself, hurting your lungs. Why are you doing this, baby?" Jeongin took your hand in his, concern not the only thing glistening in his eyes, which broke your heart.
"It's just a nice distraction, that's all. It won't go on forever, I'll just stop when I want to," you shrug your shoulders, squeezing his hand to show you meant what you said.
"It's not that easy. Nicotine. It's addictive. You think you can just stop like that?" Hyunjin frowned, shaking his head.
"I know I can," you firmly said, urging them with your voice to trust you.
"I don't know what planet you're living on," Chan shook his head.
"Channie..." Felix bit his lip, feeling torn. On one hand he didn't want your boyfriend to be so tough with you, but he also disagreed with the choices you made, the ones you were making.
"No I'm sorry but Y/N, babe, you've made one of the stupidest choices you could make! Seungminnie is right, Jeongin too. It's damaging for your body, let alone your career. You keep this up, you're not going to be able to sing as well as before. And then it'll get to the point where you can't breathe as well anymore," Chan ranted, fiddling with the bracelets adorning his wrist as he didn't take his eyes away from yours, not once.
"I just told you it's not going to go that far!" your face contorted to one of disbelief.
"That's out of your control," Minho sternly redirected your attention to him.
"Wow. It's like you don't even trust me. I'm not some kid. I can make my own decisions. So what if I'm doing this for a little bit of stress relief? For a bit of fun. It helps me," your voice almost turns to pleading, wanting them to hear you out, hear your reasoning.
"It hurts you, baby. And when it hurts you, it hurts us as well," Han bit his lip after shakily speaking up. He didn't like this situation, not one bit.
"I'm not doing it to hurt you. I'd never do that," your voice wobbled, throat feeling as if it was closing up from the sob that was lodged down there.
"Too late. I mean just look," Chan emptied your handbag, empty packets of cigarettes and some not, falling out onto the floor of the studio.
"Y/N, that's a lot," Hyunjin gasped, clutching a hand on his chest.
"It's not. It's not that bad..." you denied as you knelt on the floor and tidied up the mess.
"You're in complete denial," Seungmin rolled his eyes.
"I'm not! I'm well aware of my actions thank you very much!" you shouted suddenly, causing everyone to freeze at the volume you had just reached.
The guilt set in. It was never meant to go this far. It was just meant to be for stress relief. Something to distract you from the aches and pains, physical and mental. It wasn't long until you'd be performing a special fanmeeting and relearning old choreographies and a cover had you feeling like you were being worked down to the bone. Even iconic dances like God's Menu were hard to remember, and you felt like you had no chance. No choice. It was like it fell into your lap so easily.
The first time you had stood outside to catch some air, it was for that genuine reason. And you weren't alone. You didn't know if the person worked at your company, if you knew them, whatever. But their hand offering you something that could bring you temporary bliss was a solution you were grateful for. Only now, you were seeing that it was short term.
"You need help. Seriously..." Chan spat, grabbing his backpack and storming out of the studio.
"Find a way to end this, Y/Nnie," Felix mumbled, stroking your hair gently before following Chan out with a rush.
"You're all just going to go?" your voice cracked. Were they leaving you now?
"We just need some time," Changbin sighed. And then he was gone too.
"You're leaving me?" you sniffled, standing up to face your boyfriends that were still in the room.
"Not like that, baby. We're just giving you time to think about how you can stop this, ok?" Han stroked your face as he made sure you knew this wasn't the end. And then he left too, Minho, Hyunjin, Seungmin and Jeongin leaving too.
All alone. Perhaps it was what you deserved. You relied on the cigarettes more than your boyfriends. And they were all you had left for the moment. That was when it sank in. You had to make a change. You had to stop this habit form taking over your life, from pushing away the people you love most, and from taking your life away.
•••
"She's sorting herself out at least... that's got to be commendable."
"I guess so. Let's just hope it doesn't get out that a JYP idol is at rehab for smoking."
"It won't. And she's doing well from what I've heard..."
This was the only time Han was grateful for the staff gossiping. Immediately, he felt calmer. Considering the boys had spent the last few days blowing up your phone and worrying where you went, it was an oddly relieving feeling hearing you were at rehab. They had tried asking JYP himself, asking the manager of the company where you were but all they said was that you were safe.
"I know where she is!" Han bursted through the apartment door, slamming it shut behind him as he panted out of breath.
"Woah, woah, ok, deep breaths, let's sit down," Chan, with the darkest circles around his eyes yet, gently sat Han down on the sofa. He felt awful. He thought he had driven you away from them all. From the group. From the relationship. And that had been eating him up inside. It was a wonder he could act so calm with the news of you going into rehab.
"Rehab? For smoking? I didn't even know that was a thing," Seungmin hummed in thought, his arms crossed.
"I didn't either, but I overheard the staff. They say she's doing well. It's a good thing, right?" Han's eyes stared through the souls of everyone gathered in the lounge, begging for some sort of confirmation that things would get better.
"I mean, at least we're a bit more in the know then our own fans about why our girlfriend is on hiatus," Changbin brushed his fluffy, dark hair out of his eye.
"Can't we go and see her?" Felix wondered, lifting his head up from where it rested on Minho's shoulder.
"We shouldn't," Minho quietly sighed.
"Why not?" Jeongin quickly turned to him, mouth parted in shock that he didn't want to see Y/N.
"No, he's right. She's gone there for a reason. To get better. It's what we all said to her, isn't it? We'll see her soon. And when we do... It'll all be better," Chan helped everyone see sense. He was right. You had listened to them. You went and got help and were solving the problem. If they suddenly ambushed you and got in the way of that... You'd be back to square one.
•••
Today was the day, you were finally going back to the boys. You spent a good 3 weeks at rehab, and had been advised on some good coping mechanisms to take your mind off of smoking and how to create some healthier habits. You had shown good progress and it was deemed acceptable for you to leave and spend time back with your loved ones. And you couldn't lie, you were incredibly nervous. You had dropped a text without reading the spam that littered the groupchat, notifying your boyfriends what time you'd be returning, but after that you once again did not read anything else that was sent.
"Oh my baby, I've missed you so much," Han was the first one at the door, pressing kisses all over your face as he took you into his arms, holding you lightly.
"I've missed you too," you cried immediately, despite the weight off your shoulders.
"You're good now, right, darling?" Seungmin softly tugged you away from Han, both of his hands cupping your face whilst his thumbs wiped away your tears.
"I'm better," you nod through tears, Seungmin pressing a kiss to your head and giving space for your other boyfriends to soothe you and reunite with you. It had only been three weeks, yes, but 21 days had never felt so long.
"I'm proud of you, come here," Changbin scooped you into his arms and lifted you slightly, making you giggle before your feet touched the ground once more.
"Thank you... I'm sorry. I didn't realise what I had done... How far it went, you know?" you began, looking down at the floor as Hyunjin came and wrapped his arms around you from behind, his long arms securing you to him.
"We're just happy to see you here, honey, healthier," he whispered into your ear soothingly.
"And please talk to us in future. We had time to think after that, moment, and we know you were doing it as an escape. But we're here for you," Jeongin pecked you on the lips, your heads pressed against each other for a moment before he too moved away.
"Always, we're always here," Felix reiterated what Jeongin preached, and kisses you as well, noses rubbing against each other as he moved away, a cute expression on his face.
"Come here," Minho opened his arms, and you reluctantly left Hyunjin's arms only to be happy again in the warmth of your other boyfriend's embrace.
"Thank you for waiting, all of you," you swayed with him in his hug, until you pulled away and it was only Chan left.
He stood a few metres away, back to you, shoulders shaking ever so slightly.
"Channie... babe," you sighed, tugging his hand to turn him and face you. His words had hurt you the most but it was also a huge wake up call. "Please, look at me, I'm not mad. I'm so grateful."
"I was too harsh with you," he bit his lip, hard, not wanting to let any tears escape.
"I needed it. Look at me now, I'm here, I'm better, and I've got habits I can stick to instead. Ones that won't hurt me. And they won't hurt you guys either," you looked up at him, one hand running through the hair at the nape of his neck and the other cupping his face.
"I'm so glad you're back... We were worried... Lost without you," Chan admitted, staring up at the ceiling before kissing you deeply, expressing all the emotions he had held back whilst you were gone.
"It's all good now. Plus, you should all be proud of me-"
"We are proud of you, baby," Jeongin cut you off stroking your hair.
"Well, be even prouder because I know how to bake an amazing carrot cake if I say so myself," you laughed, sharing a new skill that had occupied your stress and been taught whilst you were away.
"You can bake with me now! Oh my gosh! It's a miracle!" Felix cheered, tugging you into the kitchen as the other boys chuckled from behind you both.
"I didn't think you meant this very second!"
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A Handful - K.MG
Pairings: Stay at home husband! Mingyu x fem! reader
Genre: fluff, highly suggestive (18+), domestic!au, established relationship!
Warnings: PREGNANT READER, chest fondling (m and f receiving), cursing, Mingyu is a little shit, reader is hormonal and easily annoyed, Mingyu possibly has a breeding kink, reader is shorter than Mingyu, let me know if I need to add anything else!
Word Count: 915 (short but I was on hiatus and this is the first thing I'm writing in MONTHS)
Summary: Your husband is no stranger to being touchy and clingy, but he's been especially annoying ever since you gave him the big news.
A/N: I'M MOTHERFUCKING BACK!!! I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing this. For reference, this acts as a small prequel to a small series I have about stay at home husband/dad! Mingyu. You don't have to read the other parts, but I will leave a link to the series masterlist just in case people want to read it. Please leave feedback, I'd really appreciate it, especially since I'm a bit nervous about posting again haha.
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A pair of warm hands suddenly wrap around your growing stomach, engulfing you as a gigantic presence looms over you.
The shriek that escapes your lips is embarrassing, but not nearly embarrassing as your hands lose their grasp on the plate you were scrubbing, dropping it in the sink and causing the fine porcelain to shatter.
"Shit—are you hurt, baby?" Your husband's voice echoes through the not yet completed kitchen, irking you more than it normally would.
Spinning in his hold, you wipe your damp hands on the sides of your sweatpants before shooting him one of the deadliest (and sexiest) glares he's ever witnessed.
"No, I'm not hurt, but I keep telling you not to sneak up behind me when I'm doing the dishes! I don't even understand how your tall ass is that fucking quiet," you start, your brows furrowed as you hold your glare.
Mingyu opens his mouth to reply but can't get a single word out before you shush him with a single finger to the lips.
"I'm not finished. And this is the fifth. No, the sixth time a plate has broken since we've moved here."
"That's not that bad, Y/n," Mingyu defends with a pout accompanying his words.
You cock a brow at the tall man, scoffing at his pathetic defense, your tongue pressed into the side of your cheek.
Six plates is a lot for any man, but it becomes comical when it's only been a month and a half since moving into the new house with your klutz of a husband.
"You've also spilled drinks. Many times. Dropped multiple glasses. And don't think that I'm stupid and don't know you dropped the bottle of wine Minghao gifted us. I was looking forward to drinking that. That's pretty bad, admit it, Gyu," you list off, enjoying how a deep rosiness reaches the tips of his ears, almost as deep as the wine you'd never be able to appreciate.
Mingyu slowly turned your frame back around to face the sink once again. His hands roamed across your stomach, which was getting bigger and bigger with every day that passed.
Like always, Mingyu felt his heart racing in his chest as he caressed your stomach, his body flooding with that overwhelming emotion he could only describe as true unconditional happiness and love for both of his girls.
Okay, maybe he didn't know the sex of the baby yet, but his gut was telling him he was gonna be a father of a little baby girl, and he was sticking to it for now. His intuition rarely failed him, and if he hadn't stuck to his guns, he would have never got together with you.
"You wouldn't be able to drink it right now anyway, baby. Let's focus on things I'm good at, hm? The kitchen is almost done, and the living room looks beautiful, if I do say so myself. I'm pretty good at painting, so I'll have the nursing done in no time. I just cooked my beautiful wife a wonderful meal that she was moaning about the entire time," he shamelessly declares, the smugness apparent in his voice.
You bite back a sassy remark when you feel his hands traverse up your abdomen, gently grabbing your swollen breasts in his large hands to massage them carefully. Your head relaxes against him as you let out a deep sigh, your husband's skillful hands rubbing away the ache and soreness.
Mingyu studied your blissful expression for what felt like the millionth time. He'd never grow tired of how your eyes would flutter shut, eyelashes resting on the tops of your cheeks as your pretty lips parted, taking deep breaths as you savored the feeling of his hands on your body.
He tilts his head to bring his lips closer to your ear, "And I'm really good at making mommy feel good, isn't that right, baby?"
Your eyes roll behind your eyelids as you let out a breathy laugh, amused but not surprised by your husband's antics.
"You're so annoying, Mingyu," you moan, practically purring your husband's name, which only inflates his ego more.
"How convenient for me; you've always looked so damn sexy when annoyed."
A light bulb lights up in your head as you watch your husband's back muscles as he walks over to the kitchen sink to set aside the dishes.
Let's see how he likes it.
A Cheshire-like smirk paints your lips as you slowly come up behind your half-naked husband to wrap your arms around his waist, your stomach pressing against his tanned skin.
But much to your disappointment, Mingyu didn't give you the reaction you hoped for.
"Gonna keep me company while I wash up?"
You frown and deeply exhale as you crawl your hands further up his torso. Your nails drag along his skin, which generates a shiver throughout his entire being, goosebumps forming on his skin.
"No, I'm trying to give you a taste of your own medicine, but you're enjoying this too much," you reply, your fingers inching further with every word.
A low moan rumbles out of Mingyu as your hands feel up his sore chest from working out right before waking you for breakfast.
Shit, his chest got even bigger. Damn, that home gym he insisted on.
You watch as Mingyu writhes against you as your fingers trail over his nipples, a shaky breath forced out of his body as he grabs the edge of the sink.
He's so annoying.
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【 trapped in a daze 】
summary: 'reaching out to you, i cannot have it; but i'm drawn to you' (or, the floydyuu college au that no one asked for but i delivered anyway >:D)
word count: 3.4k (yeah...intense brainrot...)
warnings: college au so all chars are aged up, depictions of drinking and throwing up, some cursing here and there, and. making out. haha.
a/n: this originally was supposed to be krista's request for the 600 followers event, but then it kinda evolved into an...entirely different thing.... this was also lowkey inspired by this song drunk-dazed. n e ways, i hope you enjoy ^^
It wasn't supposed to be like…this.
This being lips against their mouth, the distant blare of party music so far in the back of their consciousness because this kiss was so all-consuming and— Sevens, this was all but too much for their heart to handle.
Looking back at it, the only reason that Yuu had come to this party was to watch over their friends and make sure they didn't drink themselves into an early grave. Their whole plan was to sit in a corner somewhere and try to avoid getting alcohol splashed on them, or worse, thrown up on. But well, nothing ever went according to the plan, did it?
By the fourth hour of the party, the bass from the music was making their head throb. Yuu took a quick look around the room. Ace was chatting up a storm in the middle of a group of students, and Jack was on the other side, playing magnetic darts with Sebek. Deuce and Epel were playing Twister, and maybe it was time that they intervened lest they accidentally sprain something out of sheer stubbornness not to lose.
Yuu was slowly making their way through the crowd when their arm was tugged, almost hard enough to rip from its socket. They whirled around and— Floyd Leech was there, grinning at them coyly, "Shrimpy~ Where ya goin'?"
"I'm saving those two idiots from getting hangovers," They managed to wrestle their arm away from Floyd, who pouted lightly at their actions.
"You aren't going to play with me tonight?" Floyd's words were innocent, but the look in his eyes was anything but.
Yuu swallowed. Curse their past self for even promising the slippery eel anything— especially when that thing was a kiss. Sevens. What was past-them thinking?
Maybe they should rewind a bit. Back to the day that they had the absolute pleasure of meeting the infamous Floyd Leech.
They remembered it very clearly. He had caught their arm in the exact same careless way, demanding that they "played" with him with that stupidly handsome grin on his face. And— with the pretense that they were either going get into something shady, or worse, disappear from the face of the Twisted Wonderland— Yuu did what any normal person would do.
They had kicked him in the nuts. (Which, quite honestly, they do not regret.)
After seeing the university lanyard around the taller’s, or person-who-would-be-taller-if-he-wasn’t-keeling-over-in-pain’s neck, they had paled. They definitely weren’t about to add ‘physical assault of a fellow student’ onto their permanent record.
Yuu had apologized.
Profusely.
Over and over again.
(Something that they regretted because looking back at it, Floyd never once looked mad at them kicking him, only mildly amused. Now-Yuu wondered if it was all an act after all, a pitiful response to illicit their sympathy.)
But after all their efforts, Floyd still wouldn’t let them go. The clock was ticking; they had an important lecture to be at, but the menace wouldn’t let them budge an inch out of that hallway.
Instead, he proposed that terrible-horrible idea of letting him kiss them sometime. The logical side of their brain said it was a nonsense offer to kiss a stranger. But the part of their brain that wanted to leave this situation said that he was a stranger anyway and they would never have to meet him again. And, after all, they had kicked him in the balls on a Monday morning. So one kiss wasn't such an expensive price.
At least, that was what Yuu thought before their friends informed them of Floyd's notoriety. (“You promised the Floyd Leech a kiss?” Ace, of all people had exclaimed, “He literally almost chewed someone’s arm off last semester!”) Predictably, they spent every second after learning the fact regretting it ever since.
Floyd had hounded them day in and day out, and their pride was the only thing keeping them from giving in to his childish demands. Even though it was “just one kiss” they certainly did not want to see the smug satisfaction on Floyd’s irritatingly handsome face after he got what he wanted.
"Later, Floyd," The present Yuu acquiesced, forcing themself to relax slowly. The more they argued with Floyd, the more time wasted getting Deuce and Epel away from breaking all their bones on the Twister board.
"Imma hold you to that. No running, okay?" The eelmer had pressed an uncharacteristically soft hand to the top of their head, before stalking off in the opposite direction. The crowd seemed to part as he got near, and they would've been impressed if they were any other person. Instead, they sagely wished that they were one of the crowd who Floyd Leech didn’t know of. (Then again, would life have been boring without Floyd Leech? That they would never know.)
Now Floyd-less, Yuu made quick work of dragging Epel and Deuce to a couch near the more-sober-but-still-buzzed dart-throwing duo. All the while they both complained loudly about how they “would've won that Twister game” if not for their interference. (For reference, Yuu was quite sure they were on the losing team)
Deuce had snaked an arm around their waist, still arguing with Epel as the other was using their shoulder as a pillow. Meanwhile, Sebek had planted himself on the end of the couch, starting to lecture the two on "safe drinking habits" that the famed "Young Master" had taught him.
Yuu was definitely going to ask for compensation in the form of hard cash once all this was over.
"Could you guys...get off?" They pushed out, trying without success to untangle themself from the pile of drunk humans attached to them.
Jack chuckled, "There's no getting out of that mess without actual intervention."
"So intervene for me," They said sharply. Of course, Jack did nothing but back away, his tail swishing in mischief. The nerve. Even with his golden boy reputation, they didn’t get any special treatment.
And it was with that opportune timing the infamous Ace Trappola decided to grace them all with his presence. But before he could say anything, he was throwing up all over the front of their shirt.
Sevens. Of course, in a room full of strangers it had to be Ace who threw up all over them.
"Oh fuck," The ginger groaned, immediately collapsing to the ground. They sprung up immediately, assessing the damage. Aside from the horrible stickiness of their shirt, it seemed that Epel and Deuce somehow managed to avoid the spray.
"Disgusting," Deuce wrinkled his nose, latching onto Epel instead as they grabbed a handful of tissues from the table to wipe their shirt with.
Ace at least had the decency to look apologetic, "I'm so–"
"Just…don't drink anymore, get a glass of water instead," They dismissed the ginger's guilty stare. "I'm going to attempt to salvage my shirt. We're leaving soon, so Sebek, call a taxi." After making sure that Ace wasn't going to immediately retch again, they started their search for somewhere to wash the vomit off their shirt.
Yuu stumbled right into what looked to be a bathroom, sighing loudly as they ran their hands under the tap. It was just their luck that the bathroom was empty—
"Shrimpy?" The shower curtain slipped open, and sprawled out in the bathtub was fucking Floyd Leech.
What the actual fuck.
The night could not get any worse than this.
Actually, a part of them whispered, it could. Floyd could've had company. Now that would've been infinitely worse. But he was blessedly alone. (This would be the only time Yuu was glad that Floyd was alone.) The eelmer seemed to appraise them, mismatched eyes flicking down to their shirt, the still-running sink, and then back up to their face.
"I didn't throw up," Yuu said sharply, feeling the need to explain that they weren't that idiotic. And then they did a double take, because why would they need to explain themself to Floyd Leech? When they looked up again, Floyd was holding out the jacket he previously wore.
"Don't tell me you're gonna walk around in that all night?" The varsity jacket clinked as he shook it around, and they weighed out their options. The first option was to go home with a shirt half-soaked in Ace-puke. (Gross. Disgusting. Not to mention unsanitary.) And the second option was—
"My arm's getting ti~red~"
Yuu rolled their eyes. Typical Floyd, not even letting them finish a thought. They grabbed it out of his hands without a second thought. The jacket was simple enough with ‘Leech’ emblazoned across the back. And right below it was Floyd's basketball jersey number.
"Impressed?" Floyd prompted, casually propping his head on the tub. "You can have it if you want."
"No," The word was already flying out of their mouth before they could formulate a proper thought. They tried again, "What's the price for this?"
"Boo~ It's just a small favor," He stuck out his tongue. "I'm no Azul, y'know? 'Sides it was starting to get stuffy."
"You guys are close enough for me to be wary," They said curtly, stepping toward the other. It was an odd sight, Floyd looking up at them, still very much comfortable in the tub.
They dragged the shower curtain shut, "If I find you peeking—"
"I'm no perv, Shrimpy," Floyd laughed airily.
Yuu slipped off the stained shirt, running it under the water. Wiping at their torso, they eyed Floyd's jacket. At least it smelled clean, something like tequila and a sharp cologne tangling pleasantly in the air. They finally pulled it on. The jacket was ridiculously big. (Which made sense, considering that Floyd was a giant. Floyd and his twin, Jade, were notorious for somehow breaking the human limits of height. Then again, they weren’t exactly human, were they?) And it already felt ten times better than wearing the puke-shirt. Not like they would tell Floyd that.
And now they had a choice. They could just...leave. The door was unlocked, and Floyd couldn't see them. They would wash the jacket and give it back to Floyd on a later date and be on their merry way. But their conscience prickled slightly. (A terrible thing to happen, especially when it concerned Floyd.)
They dragged back the curtain once more.
Floyd's eyes opened sleepily, "Mmm, I thought you ran away again."
"Again?" They echoed, before backtracking. "No, wait, I just wanted to say thank you before I leave."
"So you were planning on running away," Floyd finally got up, ducking under the curtain bar and stepping out of the tub.
And then he froze. His eyes stayed pinned on their figure. And suddenly the bathroom felt a little too small. They didn't know what he was staring at, but it was starting to unnerve them the longer it went on.
"Um, Floyd...?"
That broke his stupor, lopsided grin returning, "Hey, that's the fourth time you've said my name."
Their brows furrowed, "You were counting—?”
"Could I get that kiss now?" Floyd asked. Their sentences and thoughts skidded to a halt at the wild pitch that was thrown their way. He was always interrupting them, one way or another.
"Now?"
"Now," Floyd said simply, and— since when was he that close to them? The little bastard. He had been slowly backing them up into the wall as they were trying to process everything. They were about to protest when he spoke again, "Or wouldja like me to kiss you in the middle of the cafeteria tomorrow? In front of everyone? That'd be nice too."
"Fine. Now," They sighed, their back hitting the tiled wall. "How do you wanna do this?"
Floyd hummed, "Do you always ask people 'how' they want to kiss you before kissing them?" One of his hands settled against the column of their neck, rubbing at the skin there. They just prayed that Floyd couldn’t feel the racing of their heartbeat against his fingers.
"I don't know, do I?" Yuu exhaled shakily from their mouth as Floyd's chest pressed against theirs. "Guess you'll have to ask the people I've kissed."
"Talking about others when I'm here?" Floyd's tone stayed low even as he whined, and in the dimness of the bathroom, they could see his dual-colored eyes spark with excitement. "I'm hurt, Shrimpy."
"Doesn't look that way to me," They muttered, eyes fluttering shut out of reflex as his hair brushed against their cheek.
Just as they thought Floyd would kiss them, he spoke again, "A young eel's heart is more complex than that."
Their eyes crept open, "Are you actually going to–"
Floyd didn't waste time interrupting them with his actions this time, finally capturing their lips with his own.
Floyd's lips were in no way soft or warm. No, instead he had no problem going against the cliches, his cold lips giving them goosebumps as he pressed in harder. They made a surprised noise when Floyd slipped his tongue into their mouth. There was the sweet aftertaste of tequila against their tongue, even as Floyd smirked against the kiss.
They could feel his teeth skirting dangerously along their lips before he finally bit down. A mangled sound was pulled out of their throat, their nerves singing at the sensation before they shoved hard at his chest, jostling him away.
"Hmm, too much for the first kiss?" Floyd asked, tilting his head sardonically. "But kissing's pretty on you, Shrimpy." Their breaths were coming out in harsh pants and it was annoying how unfazed Floyd looked.
"Did– Y-you bit me–" They tried to look at the bathroom mirror but Floyd's face was crowding against theirs once more.
"Okay, then let's try again," Floyd said lightly, his fingers coming to cup their face once more.
They kept their arm braced against his chest, "It was supposed one kiss."
"Hmm, was it?" Floyd tilted his head. "Well, do you wanna kiss me again, Shrimpy?"
Yuu pursed their lips, gaze subconsciously dropping to the curve of Floyd's mouth. Did they want to kiss Floyd Leech again? Maybe. Would they rather drown in a pool of tequila than admit it and give Floyd the satisfaction? Obviously.
Fuck, tequila. Their tongue swiped across their lips, and they could almost taste the sweet flavor of it.
"Tick tock, Shrimpy," Floyd's voice was a lot closer now, his head now nestled onto their shoulder. "I'm getting bored."
His lips traced over their jaw and they inhaled sharply, "If you're b-bored kiss someone else."
"Don't want those other minnows," Floyd mumbled against their neck, his teeth scraping over their skin. They shivered at the sensation before pressing a hand to their mouth.
"I..."
Yuu didn’t get to finish.
The door slammed open, and they made eye contact with a very confused-looking Deuce.
"Yuu? What are you–?" Deuce seemed to register the intimidating figure that was latched onto them at that moment, his eyes widening. Right. They never locked the door to the bathroom.
"Aha, it's that Macky that's always with you," Floyd said in a humorless tone. In fact, he seemed rather...pissed.
"T-the t-taxi’s here, w-we're going home," Deuce's eyes shifted nervously between them and Floyd, and oddly, down to their neck.
And just as Yuu was about to speak, Floyd spoke up once more, "Shrimpy's with me. So get lost before you get hurt~"
A bewildered expression crossed Deuce's face and Yuu just sighed. If they leave now, they probably didn’t have to see Floyd Leech ever again. Their “favor” had been repaid, and Floyd would have no reason to seek them out. It was the rational thing to do, right? But on the other hand…
Fuck being rational.
"What he said,” Yuu let their hand squeeze at Floyd’s shoulder. “If I don't come back tomorrow he probably disposed of my body in a dumpster, or whatever. Tell everyone to get home safely." And they could feel Floyd physically flinch at their agreement.
There was this overly delighted smile on his face as he pressed a kiss to their nose, "Shrimpy, what're you saying~? I'll take very good care not to hurt you, promise." And they belatedly wondered if they were still drunk from the singular cup of soju Ace handed them a few hours ago. Agreeing to stay with Floyd Leech was definitely not on their list of things to do today. But they already decided to follow their heart, right?
"Now scram, Macky."
Deuce did not need to be told twice. He turned on his heel and immediately shut the door behind him. Floyd strolled up and locked the door.
"Floyd."
"Mhm?"
"Don't actually murder me."
"I won't if you give me another kiss~"
Yuu huffed, their palm cradling Floyd’s face as they pulled him in, “You’re insufferable.”
And that was how they got there. Floyd’s lips were still insistent against theirs, albeit softer and gentler than before. He seemed to be intent on prying sigh after sigh from their lungs, clever lips smirking against their own. Thinking about it now, it wasn’t such a bad place to be, if only Floyd would shut up with his comments.
“Are we dating now?” Floyd murmured.
“We haven’t even gone on a date yet?” Yuu raised a brow as Floyd pressed his fingers against their neck for the nth time. “Wait— you like me?”
“Shrimpy, you’re playing with me,” Floyd’s giggles echoed against the walls. “'Course I do. Don’t you like me too? Isn’t that why you kissed me again?” Well. He got them there. Maybe it really was their petty pride that was getting in the way of them realizing the kind-of-massive crush they had on the other, with the way their cheeks felt hot at the insinuation.
“See~ You do~” Floyd’s smile was sharp before it was soft, but they couldn’t help but avoid his gaze. “And for the date, let’s go now.”
Now that got their attention, “Floyd, it’s probably 3am.”
“We’ll go to McDonald’s,” Floyd announced resolutely, and Yuu would’ve found it funny if they didn’t find it utterly ridiculous.
“You can’t just—” It was with that opportune timing that they caught a glimpse of themself in the mirror. “Floyd Leech. Did you give me a fucking hickey?”
"Hmm?" Floyd met their gaze, grinning coyly. "But it seemed like you enjoyed it. And it looks good on you, Shrimpy."
They held in the scream threatening. to bubble up their throat, “That was why Deuce was— Oh, I’m never going to live this down.”
“What about McDonald’s though?” Floyd asked, all while they were having a stage three mental breakdown over the fact that one of their best friends had not only caught them making out with someone but with a hickey on their neck. Not to mention the jacket, it must've looked like they—
“Forget about McDonald’s, I’m going to die out of shame right here,” Yuu muttered, sliding down the wall slowly. Floyd must’ve found that amusing, because with the strength only an eelmer could muster, he hoisted them into his arms.
“You can’t die on me now. I’ll treat you to McDonald’s and you’ll be alright,” Floyd said cheerily, as if an oreo McFlurry could somehow magically fix Yuu’s reputation with their friends.
They clutched at his shoulder, “Nothing you can say will make any of this better.”
“Really?” Floyd stopped, halfway through unlocking the door. “Y’know, earlier, I was staring at you, right? It was because you looked too good in my jacket. ‘S like it was made for you, or something?”
Whoever made Floyd Leech this flirty should really go to hell.
They delivered a swift palm to Floyd’s chin, hiding their face, “O-okay, I got it. You win. Let’s just go to McDonalds.” And there was this very satisfied look on Floyd’s face; the very definition of a cat that had gotten the cream all for himself. The exact smug look that they had been dreading to see. But well…it didn’t really feel too bad to be on the receiving end of it. Especially not when Floyd started humming happily under his breath.
Not exactly where they thought they would be by the end of the night, but if a trip to McDonald’s at 3am after a party was what a relationship with Floyd would be like, then they probably wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Except maybe their reputation back. (Okay, that last part was definitely lie.)
thank you for reading this college au fic ! tbh i had a lot of fun writing a more expressive yuu ++ frat boy! floyd's shenanigans >:D if you'd like to read more of my stuff, come check out my masterlist <3
#/trau writes#floyd leech#floyd leech x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twisted wonderland#frat boy floyd moment.#he's just a mess.#yuu's equally a mess dw.
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hey lovely! I have a robin request haha 😄
I'm thinking maybe reader is a cheerleader and kind of popular but she's not the mean type and is more of a nice go everyone type? and reader has been pulled into the upside down stuff and robin confesses to liking reader when they're alone due to being stressed about reader possibly getting hurt?
I'm sorry for how frantic and messy this request is I for some reason can't word things well at the moment 😅.
<3 thanks love!!
Confessions
robin buckley x reader
summary: robin ends up in the upside down with the cheerleader she's been pining over for years
warnings: fem!reader, some allusions to period-typical homophobia, there’s a small injury, gals being gay
a/n: i may have been a bit too confident in my abilities when I was asking for request considering nowadays my writing experience is almost exclusively academic papers but here we go anyway! i really hope you enjoy this <3
edit: i just realized this is my first ever real fic so go me!! let’s go lesbians!!
Robin Buckley was obsessed with Y/N L/N. From the moment you walked through the gym’s double doors to come practice the big routine with the band, she couldn’t take her eyes off you. In all honesty, she was kind of in love.
It would’ve been a lot easier for her to deal with her feelings if you had done what she assumed you would do, which was ignore her. To her dismay, Robin quickly discovered that you intended to do nothing of the sort.
Unlike most of the other cheerleaders, you actually interacted with the band at joint practices, occasionally wandering over to the bleachers and striking up conversations when you had a break. You took the time to learn everyone’s names and seemed genuinely interested in what people had to say, even when it involved musical terminology that you were clueless about.
It seemed like something out of some cheesy movie. The band kid falling for the cheerleader? Aisle 7-b of Family Video had at least three films with the exact same plot.
As much as Robin might have wished it so, in real life, cliches like that just didn’t happen, especially if the lead roles were both girls.
Looking back, maybe it wasn’t too unrealistic, considering the horror movie you had found yourselves trapped in.
Following a blurred and panic-filled series of events, you had managed to land yourself in what Robin called “The Upside Down.”
Almost immediately, you were swarmed by what looked like demonic bats, and one of them had managed to attach itself to your leg, leaving a wound that was steadily oozing blood.
After Robin ripped the creature off of you, the two of you managed to fight off the initial swarm before running and finding cover. Robin tried her best to give you an abridged version of everything that had happened behind the scenes in Hawkins the past few years, and, all things considered, you were taking it quite well.
Robin, on the other hand, was almost hysterical.
The two of you huddled under a large fallen tree, using a torn strip of Robin’s shirt to wrap your wound. Her hands shook as she applied the makeshift bandage, and you hissed in pain as she tied it off.
Robin winced at the sound, apologizing frantically. “(Y/N), I’m so sorry, you never should’ve been dragged into this-”
“Robin,” you started.
“-It’s all my fault I c-”
“Robin.”
“Shit, I’m so so sorry-“
“Robin!” You reached forward and gently cupped her cheek in one hand, making her look at you.
“None of this is your fault,” you assured her, looking directly into her eyes.
She tried to speak again, but you cut her off. “Listen to me. Whatever messed up shit is happening right now, none of it is on you. Robin, you saved my life.”
You suddenly realized how close you had gotten. Your faces were only inches apart, close enough for you to count the freckles that dotted across her nose. You let your hand drop from her face, suddenly very nervous.
You normally had no problem with confidence, nervousness being a rather foreign feeling, but there was something about the girl in front of you that gave you butterflies in your stomach.
“I can’t let anything happen to you,” Robin said quietly. “You’re too important and good, and god (Y/N), I’ve liked you for so long and I know you’ll never feel the same way and I can’t believe i’m telling you this now but if we don’t make it out I just wanted you to know-”
You surged forward and pressed your lips to hers, effectively putting an end to her rambling. She remained frozen for a few seconds as if in shock before melting into it, eagerly kissing you back. You teased her bottom lip with the tip of your tongue, and she gasped, the prettiest sound you’d ever heard. You wanted more of those noises; you wanted to hear all of them, to make her whine and moan and fucking scream.
Your parents would kill you if they could see you right now, and you couldn’t imagine what your friends would think, but all that mattered in the moment was Robin.
Robin, who made sarcastic comments at practice that always managed to crack you up. Robin, who never shut up in the most endearing way. Robin, whose lips were so soft against yours.
You broke apart after a few more moments, panting, a giddy smile painting both your faces.
“I like you too, if that wasn’t obvious.”
“Yeah?” Robin beamed at you.
“Yeah.”
Robin snorted as the absurdity of the situation set in. “You know I always imagined our first kiss would be somewhere nicer.”
You giggled lightly. “Not exactly first date material, right?”
“I’d really like to take you out. On a date, I mean.” Robin laughed nervously. “I mean only if you want to, I understand if you don’t want to be seen with me in public or anything.”
A roar rang out in the distance, and you both jumped.
“Let’s get out of here first, and I’d love nothing more.”
#robin buckley x reader#robin buckley#stranger things#stranger things x reader#wlw#let’s go lesbians!!
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Beomgyu x reader
E M O B O Y
Pairings: switch!beomgyu x switch!fem!reader
Warnings:smut...like hard core
Genre:friends to lovers, childhood friends, smut
Themes: blow job, public sex, oral sex, based off the song by Ayesha Erotica
Word count: 2,150
A/N: this actually sucks...I really don't like it. I feel like the descriptions for the spicy time sounded weird no matter how I tried to describe it? Idk let me know if you genuinely like this lol
You leaned against the wall of the bathroom in the mall as your friends gossiped. There wasn't anything too interesting going around lately but according to your friends there was a lot. You kept an ear out as your friends dolled themselves up in the mirrors. Of course when gossip is being talked about boys come up.
One of your friends, kizzy, brought up her boyfriend and added on some info you really didn't need to know about him. But your other friends seemed to enjoy this topic. It was strange to say the least, you're all from the ages 19-21 so all this sex talk is completely normal yet you always felt out of place. I mean it's not like you haven't thought of anything like that but it's still odd to talk about.
Your thoughts got interrupted as the girls started discussing their next shopping destination.
"Hey, Y/N you haven't picked a place yet! You should choose the next one," Sissy said with a smile, her shining pink lip gloss drawing attention to her lips.
"Um, I'm good. I don't really care where we go haha, we all like the same stores anyway," You said with a shrug and a complimentary smile.
"That's true…" Kizzy said as she thought to herself. "Alright so how about Spencer's? What do ya think!?" She said with a clap of her hands, it echoed throughout the (hopefully) empty bathroom.
"Oh you whore you just want to go to the back section," You commented making everyone laugh as they packed up their makeup including Kizzy.
After getting to Spencer's the girls all roamed around the store in groups of two, you were with Sissy in the LGBTQ+ section. It didn't take long for the girls to get bored and head to the store across from Spencer's, hot topic.
"So what's the deal with you and that boy," kizzy nudged you with her elbow. Of course you didn't forget that Beomgyu works there but you pretended to act dumb.
"Who?" You said widening your eyes.
"The cute boy with the long hair. He works here?" She said as we walked in.
"Oh him yeah. What about him?" You said as you automatically followed Kizzy to the anime area.
"You get closer to him?" She said with excitement on her face.
"I mean I can't really get much closer, we've been friends since first grade," you said with a shrug. Kizzy just nodded her head and sighed. That's when Sissy, Abigail and Minnie came over. They had a ton of things with them already and we'd only been there for five minutes. They were showing Kizzy everything they found when Abigail showed her a pair of strawberry earrings and a cute strawberry dress. Kizzy flipped out and asked her to show where they were. All the girls giggled off to another area, you kept browsing around when you heard an ever so familiar voice.
"Need any help Y/N?" He said with a smirk. You looked up to the source of the sound and viola Beomgyu standing over you. Today he was wearing about a thousand layers of black clothes. A my chemical romance tee, with a baggy fishnet over top of it, he also wore baggy and slightly ripped jeans. As for accessories he wore a black choked with some small spikes, a cross necklace, a skull necklace, a metal star belt, tons of rings, snake bite lip piercings, and a nose piercing. His make up was Suttle today, just some cloudy black/blue eyeshadow.
"Oh Beomgyu you scared me!" You said with a slight jump.
"I'm not that scary looking!" He said, crossing his arms and tipping his chin up. You laughed as you set your hand on his shoulder. You sighed and started stretching. All this walking around was making you tired.
"Getting too old for this already?" Beomgyu chuckled lowly.
"Hey! No. Just these girls move faster than sonic when it comes to clothes and cute boys,"
"So that's why you're all here," he said looking down at you while leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
"Yeah they somehow always find the cutest things here,"
"What can I say, it's in my genes," beomgyu said, flipping his hair. You laughed at him and he grinned as well. His dark bangs hung in his face as he laughed. "Anyways, do you want to sit for a minute," he said gesturing to the back of the shop.
"Yes please," you laughed. He led you to the back of the store and you sat behind the counter with this other girl who was wearing a very scene fashioned outfit. She was very kind and bubbly but you seemed to forget her. You sat awkwardly as Beomgyu and the scene girl chatted. It was quite the awkward angle, but Beomgyus Jean's did fit on him nicely. Your cheeks were red at your dirty thoughts. You patted your face trying to snap yourself out of it. You looked down at the floor and saw Beomgyu wearing some new boots.
"Gyu, are those new?" You said pointing to his shoes. He looked down and nodded.
"Yup I actually got them from here," he laughed. He then bent down to your level, looking you in the eyes. You blushed and tried to keep eye contact, he rested his arms on your bare thighs. You jumped slightly at the cold feeling of his bracelets. The look in his eyes suddenly turned you on so much causing you to reflexively rub your thighs together. Doing so secretly so Beomgyu wouldn't notice anything. "Are you alright? You seem off," he said looking up at you with lustful eyes.
"J-just hungry," you avoided his eyes. He grabbed you by the wrist and said
"Alright, I have some snacks in the back," he said looking up at the scene girl.
"It's fine your shift is almost over," she said with a wave of her hand. He took you to the very back of the shop to a door. He opened it and dragged you into the pitch black room. It was a little closet filled with some random trinkets they might need. He shut the door tightly and turned to you.
"So what do you feel like eating," he said with a smile as he turned the lights on. You looked at him suspiciously.
"Um, maybe a bite of you," you said jokingly. You laughed while Beomgyu gave you a bit of a peculiar stare. He inched closer to you as he rested his hands up aimlessly aiming for you.
"Gyu?" You said as his lustful gaze burned through you. You put your hands on his boney shoulders, the feeling of his warm body on yours. You then found your back against the wall as Beomgyu's hands were placed on the wall. Pinning you to him.
"You aren't actually hungry are you?" He said with a smirk.
"W-what?" You stuttered as your cheeks heated up. There's no way he actually figured you all out! Right?
"A minute ago you said you were hungry, but I think you actually meant to say horny," he said with a small smile. Your eyes widened before looking away from him. He just got closer to you, close enough to kiss you. His addictive scent filled your nose as his hand gently swiped some loose strands of hair behind your ear. "God you're so pretty," he said as his lips came closer to yours. Your eyes started fluttering shut while Beomgyu looked down at you. He stood there waiting for some kind of permission to kiss you.
You grabbed him by the shirt harshly and pulled him in for a rough kiss. It was messy and uncoordinated. Hands and tongues roaming heated skin. Moans and hums filled the small closet. It wasn't long before your curious hands found their way down to the zipper of Beomgyu's black jeans. You used your middle finger to rub up and down the zipper line. Beomgyus hands went up to your hair and played with it. You broke the ongoing kiss to breathe. Without any thoughts inside your head besides wanting to hear Beomgyu moan your name you went down on your knees. His hands still held onto your hair as you started undoing his jeans. Beomgyu panted above you as his hair hung in his face.
"Y/N what are you doing?" He said with a quivering voice. You pulled down his pants to see his hardened member before you.
"Getting a snack," you replied before wrapping your lips around him. He gasped before throwing his head back and covering his mouth. You slowly moved your mouth up and down his length before letting go for a quick breath. As you moved back, strings of his arousal connected with your saliva. Beomgyu looked down at the beautiful sight below him and he basically started petting you while praising you. You slipped your lips back around him and started going at a quicker pace using your spit as lube. Beomgyu bit his lip as he muffled his whines and moans.
"So good, so good," he kept whispering as you started using your hands for extra support. His moans started getting louder and more frequent as he bucked his hips into your mouth. Gyu then started speaking nonsense. A mix of "I'm so close" and "I'm gonna cum," and not surprisingly he was right. Your mouth filled with salty yet sweet and warm liquid. You choked slightly, making you cough, letting some of his cum drip from your lips. Beomgyu then fell to the floor in front of you. Shock was very present on his face along with the black strands of hair. He panted as some drool fell from the corner of his mouth.
Meanwhile you swallowed everything and started crawling over to him. You kissed him passionately as you fell to the floor. As he entertained your mouth his hands went to your ass abruptly moving his hands around. His hands traveled up to your waist before tugging and the hem of your skirt. He swiftly pulled them off as you took a breather.
"Now that I'm thinking about it," he started as he sat up straight, allowing your bare legs to rest on the floor. "I'm getting hungry myself," he said, pouncing on you, landing on the floor. He placed some hickies all down your jawline and neck. He pulled off your shirt before tracing more kisses, bites and hickies all along your body down to your tummy. He locked in between your thighs and over your still clothed pussy. You moaned and whined throughout the whole process.
"Beomgyu please, stop teasing," you whined as your hands found their way to his hair.
"Alright, you've been a very good girl," Beomgyu said, pulling down your undies. He quickly used his whole tongue across your whole entrance making you moan and squirm. He wasn't messing around when it came to giving oral, apparently. He ate you out like you were his last dessert to ever enjoy. He collected every last bit of your arousal. Beomgyu's long fingers then found their way inside you making you moan before covering your mouth. Gyu quietly hushed you before continuing to venture inside you. His fingers quickly moving around inside you to find that specific spot that'd make you scream his name. He decided to go as deep as possible into you and he found one spot that made you jolt up to him. You mumbled out "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my fucking God," a bunch as he kept hitting that same spot over and over.
You then felt your walls tighten around his slim fingers and your legs quivered. You warned Beomgyu about your high before his fingers were coated in your juices and his ears filled with loud moans. After you released everything his fingers went to his mouth, cleaning up all the mess you made on them.
"You taste so good," he moaned as he bent back down to your clit and started licking it. That's when the door burst opened.
"Alright Beomgyu get out your shifts over," the scene girl stood there not even phased by the situation at all.
"Close the door! My girlfriend doesn't want the whole world seeing her naked!" Beomgyu yelled and the girl closed the door.
"Fair. But Beomgyu if you don't get out I'll pull you out by your choker," she said outside the door before walking away to help some customers.
"Girlfriend?" You asked as you put on your clothes with Beomgyu.
"Oh um yeah," he said awkwardly as he slipped his jeans back on. "I thought since you just gave me a blowjob you'd want to be my boyfriend…" he said awkwardly as his cheeks filled with blush.
"Haha of course, babe," you said with a smile.
#txt smut#txt fanfic#txt beomgyu#choi beomgyu#beomgyu x you#beomgyu x y/n#beomgyu x female reader#beomgyu smut#tomorrow x together#tomorrow by together#txt#emo music#emo#emo boy#smut#x reader#Spotify
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Request!! Could you do 98 on the smut list with namjoon and reader? Maybe he wants to try getting fingered and is a little embarrassed because he’s normally in charge or something? Wherever your inspiration takes you!❤️❤️❤️
Oof this was so hard to write for some reason but I'm very happy I managed to finish it haha my bad if it took a moment before it was ready!
Can I Ask you a Question | knj
☆pairing: Kim Namjoon x female reader
☆rating: 18+ (this is smut, minors DNI)
☆genre: unedited smut lmao like literally just smut with barely no plot
☆warnings: unedited, alcohol, a game of Never Have I Ever (mentioned more than anything else), cursing, explicit content: ass fingering, oral sex (male receiving), balls fondling/sucking, jerking off, mentions of oral sex (female receiving), big dick!Namjoon, a little bite lmao, let me know if I'm forgetting something!
☆word count: 2.5k
☆prompt 98: "I never thought I'd hear you say that, fuck, that's hot"
☆The smut prompt is from this list!
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You’ve been drinking with your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon, and some friends for a moment already. You started during happy hour, at a bar near your boyfriend’s job, but you have decided to keep it going into the night, inviting the group over to your shared apartment.
It’s no wonder someone suggested Never Have I Ever. No wonder it got you all a little too tipsy to even think about what you’re asking. So you’re not surprised when a very clearly drunk Jimin asks, “Never Have I Ever been fingered in the ass”, before bursting out laughing because he has in fact done it.
He drinks, quickly followed by most of the females in the room, including you, and to your surprise Yoongi and Jungkook also drink, though you’re not sure if Jungkook is even listening.
He’s been staring at a blank spot on the ceiling for a while, not even blinking, which tells you that he’s probably in his own little world thinking about gaming or working out.
The game keeps going after that, but you notice that Namjoon seems lost in thought. He doesn’t really drink anymore, which for some reason makes you cut your drinking too, and soon enough your friends notice the switch in the atmosphere and decide to head home, as it’s already getting late anyway.
Namjoon doesn’t move from the couch, only surveys you while you let your friends out, and when you move back to him, he looks up at you with questions in his eyes. You cock an eyebrow, sitting next to him as he sighs, running a hand through his hair.
“Is something wrong?” you ask. “You’ve been silent.”
He chuckles, and there’s a flash of a dimple before it’s gone. He shrugs, saying, “I’ve got a lot on my mind, I guess”.
You purse your lips, tilting your head to the side as you try to catch his gaze. He’s lowered his head though, and your attempt is unsuccessful. “What’s up? You know you can talk to me.”
He smiles half-heartedly. “I know.”
There’s a silence, and you gently grab his hand, putting it in your lap as you cuddle up to his side. He rests his head on top of yours, and there’s a moment of just you and him breathing in sync, until he finally speaks again.
“Can I…” he trails off, and chuckles awkwardly. “Can I ask you something?”
You don’t move, only humming to indicate that, yes, he can.
“Jimin mentioned something earlier,” he starts before pausing for so long you look up at him. Your eyes meet, and you notice the light flush on his cheeks right away. “When we were playing ‘Never Have I Ever’.”
You nod to tell him to keep going. You’re starting to understand where this is going, but you don’t want to push, especially not when Namjoon clearly looks uncomfortable.
“It’s just got me thinking that we haven’t…” He chuckles, looks away as the blush deepens. “We haven’t experienced all that much.”
Now when he falls silent you know he expects an answer, so you say, “Is there something you want to try?”
He runs a hand on his features, before sitting back in the couch. “Feel comfortable to say no. Like it totally is okay if you don’t want to.”
“Joon,” you tell him, interjecting before he can start rambling.
A dimple appears, and you think even his ears are red by now. Whatever it is that he wants to try is clearly making him feel embarrassed. It’s weird – you’ve never seen Namjoon embarrassed in your presence before, except maybe when he accidentally broke a cup at a café on your first date.
“Sorry,” he apologizes. “I was thinking… and have been thinking for a while, actually?”
He once again falls silent, so you say, “Yeah?”
“You know when you go down on me?”
You nod.
“Do you think you could finger me at the same time?”
Your gaze widens right as his drops to the floor, and you think you can almost hear his heart beating out of his chest. But you knew from the moment this conversation started that he was going to ask that, so you’re not entirely surprised. On the contrary, there’s just something in the way Namjoon - big, dominant Namjoon - is willing to let you touch him in such an intimate way that makes your blood boil in your veins.
“You’d like that?” you ask, teasingly.
Clearly, he wasn’t expecting it because his eyes shoot back to you, and he hesitates before nodding once.
“You want to know what it feels like when I choke on your dick while my fingers are up your ass?”
His gaze widens even more, and his mouth falls open. He gulps once, then says, “I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot”.
You smirk before leaning closer to him, until your mouth is so close to him he can feel it when you speak. “I just want to make you feel good.”
Whatever restraint he had on himself goes down the drain in that exact instant, and he grabs your face to pull you into a heated kiss. His lips move against yours hungrily, languidly, and his tongue soon darts to lick at your bottom lip. You let him in, let the taste of him fill your mouth before he sucks on your tongue, and a breathy moan escapes you.
“Fuck,” he breathes against you as he presses wet kisses on your jaw.
You run a hand through his jet-black hair, pulling on it just a little so you can guide his mouth back to yours. You haven’t had enough of him yet, and if he wants you to treat him right, then he’s going to have to treat you right first.
You suck on his bottom lip, teeth teasing it gently, before pulling away. His lips are swollen by your ministrations, glassy by the mix of your saliva and yours. They look delicious, but you move to his neck instead, right as you straddle his lap.
You’re not surprised when you already feel the start of an erection pressing against your clit. You grind on it, capturing his mouth in another kiss that leaves no room for air. His large hands find the meat of your ass, squeezing hard as he makes you grind on him again.
“Joon,” you murmur against his lips as one of his hands reach up to tangle in your hair.
He forces you to turn your head to the side so he can kiss you again, deeper, tongue twirling with yours. Namjoon has always been a great kisser, but the way he kisses you tonight is on a whole different level, as if he was holding back before.
And now that you know he wants you to finger him, you think that maybe he was.
You pull away from the kiss, only because you want to see the effect that you have on him. His lips are even more swollen, parted, and his chest is moving up and down in a quick rhythm as he tries to regain his composure. You smirk, tilting your head to the side.
“You look good like this,” you compliment him, and he bites at his bottom lip.
“Fuck, baby.”
“Now, should we get you out of your pants?”
He smirks, dimples flashing as he nods his head. “Want to feel your pretty lips around my cock.”
You lean closer, not kissing him even though he chases your mouth. He seems taken aback, until you say, “And you want to feel my fingers as they fuck you”.
Now he moans softly, breathily, eyes shutting as he rests his head against the couch. You take that as a cue to go down, kneeling between his legs. You run your hands on his thick thighs, mouth watering at the thought of having him wrapped around your finger like this.
Literally.
He helps you undo his belt, and soon enough you’re pulling his pants and underwear down. His big dick springs free, and it’s like you always forget just how big he is. You know your jaw will hurt, but you’re too far gone to care.
You watch where his cock rests on his stomach, and a drop of precum wets the fabric of his shirt. He clearly doesn’t care, and you grab the base of his dick to hold it up.
“So big,” you purr and he cocks his head to the side awaiting your next move.
You decide to start by sucking him off before you dive into fingering his ass too, so you move closer, blowing on the sensitive tip. His dick jerks in your hand, but you hold it in place as you replace the air with a swipe of your tongue, along a thick vein that runs from bottom to top. He groans, and one of his large hands grab your head to keep you close when you try to sit back on your heels.
“A little excited, are you?” you tease him.
His dark gaze finds yours, and you gulp at the lust that shine behind his pupils. “Just suck me off, baby. No teasing.”
“You don’t like when I’m in control, do you?” You’re being a little shit, because you know it’s usually the other way around. It’s usually Namjoon manhandling you, and you like it. You really do.
There’s just something about thinking of him, all helpless under your ministrations, that's making the devilish part of you win.
He remains silent, clenching his jaw, though it immediately loosens as you wrap your lips around the head of his dick, sucking once. Your tongue twirls around him, and you taste his salty precum. You never once look away from his eyes, not even when you start going down, taking as much of him as you can.
Which is not a lot, and you’re reduced to stroking the part that doesn’t fit in your mouth with your hand. Namjoon still moans appreciatively, especially as you pull away to spit in your hand so you can lubricate his dick from bottom to top. As you do so, you suck on one of his balls, teasing the sensitive organ with your teeth. Lightly, not hard enough to hurt at all, but just enough for Namjoon to throw you a warning glance before you pull away, smirking.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he says, and he puts your hair in a makeshift ponytail so he can watch you as you finally start sucking on his dick, properly this time.
You wait until he is a sensitive mess for your free hand to move between his legs. You fondle with his balls for a time, until he pulls you away from his dick, breathing raggedly.
“Fucking do what you’re supposed to do, pretty. I don’t want to have to wait all night.”
You turn your head to kiss his thigh, before biting into it, hard. “You have to learn how to be patient, baby. I just want to make you feel good.”
He wets his lips, dragon eyes boring into yours, before nodding once. “Then do it. Fuck.”
The power trip that this is giving you is enough for you to be soaking through your panties, and at this point you’re pretty sure you’re soaking through your pants too.
You make a good show of spitting on your fingers, watching as it rolls along the digits. Namjoon watches too, even though you’re still stroking his dick slowly.
“You think you’re ready?”
He goes completely silent as your hand goes back between his legs, this time heading lower than his balls. He instinctively spreads his legs wider. You rub circles on his perineum for a few seconds, lips wrapping around his cock again, and he moans when you take him all the way in, choking around his fat tip.
“Baby,” he grunts.
You watch him with his head thrown back, sharp jaw on display, and that’s when you finally reach lower to find the tight circle of muscles around his asshole. He groans, and it makes you moan around his dick. You pull away enough to breathe, and then you suck on his tip, tongue playing with his slit as you finally push a finger in his ass.
It’s foreign. You’ve never done that before in your entire life, but when Namjoon moans again, a higher-pitched sound than usual, you figure this will work. You push all the way in before pulling all the way out. You play with the muscle ring again, bobbing your head up and down before you finally push in again, arching your finger to rub what you hope is his prostate.
Namjoon’s dick goes infinitely hard in your mouth, and he starts cursing as you time your head and your finger. You take that as a cue that he likes it. Wickedly, you push another finger in, and Namjoon moans your name, before adding so many curses you think he might actually not be doing okay.
You make to pull out, and that’s when he starts begging, “Baby, please don’t stop. I’m gonna –“ a moan interrupts – “I’m gonna come. So fucking hard. Please.”
So you keep going, sucking on his dick harder, fucking your fingers into him relentlessly until his hips snap up, right as his dick twitches in your mouth as he releases his load. He grunts and curses, holding your head into place.
You’re surprised he came so fast. He rarely comes when you suck his dick – not because you aren’t good, but because he’s so big it’s hard to please him with your mouth. You still swallow everything, ever so the good girl when it comes to him, and you milk his orgasm out of him, making sure to carry him throughout his entire high.
You only stop when his dick starts going soft in your mouth, sitting back on your heels as you still finger him lazily. You shortly stop that too, watching him breathe in and out as he tries to calm down, but you’re not sure it’s working.
Especially not when he says, “Holy shit, what the fuck was that?”
You chuckle, licking your lips clean. “That felt good.”
He nods, and he finally looks down at you, flashing a dimpled smile at you. “Baby, that was so fucking good. We’re going to have to do it again.”
You bite your lip, holding in a smile as you tilt your head to the side.
“Tonight?”
He smirks, but shakes his head no. “Nah, for now I just want to treat my girl good.”
Needless to say, you don’t hesitate before lying down on the couch so he can eat you out.
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☆ Welcome home Neighbor~! ☆
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After having rapid-fire questions shot at you, You begin to feel eyes on you where ever you go.
Chapter 5/?
Word Count: 3178 Out of 12,499
Now that everyone had gathered in Barnaby's house, you really felt small, despite being a totally reasonable human height, it didn't help either that Julie had not left your side. Her opting to sit on the floor while you tried to feel comfortable on the couch with all their eyes on you, Wally still seated beside you with his intense stare.
You let out a nervous cough to try to get the conversation rolling, might as well get their questions over with if they were going to keep staring.
“Uh, so, my name is Y/n, as you have all heard I'm sure,”
Your hands tried desperately to fiddle with anything, you could practically hear your heart in your ears as it felt like it was in your stomach. It was times like these you really wished you stayed near Howdy,
“And I'm a human, I don't know how I got here haha…”
Frank who is currently holding his book reached for a pen that was conveniently on the table and began to write things down if your heart wasn't already pounding hard enough it just got worse. This really felt like an interrogation more than a “Welcome to the neighbourhood” get-together.
Julie was the first to speak up after you spoke, she grabbed lightly onto your arm that was resting on the ledge of the couch excited, she reminded you of your younger cousin.
“Is that why your so warm all the time?”
It was a valid question of her to ask, her skin was felt so it was likely she didn't produce her own heat, the thought though still made a chill go up your spine at just how different you were from your ‘neighbours’
After that unpleasant thought left, you resumed the conversation with Julie,
“Yeah! Humans normally stay at a temperature of like, 98 degrees, anything above 99 is when we get sick,”
Julie's eyes practically shone with curiosity, she was still latched onto your arm as she looked like she was about to speak again before Frank interrupted her,
“Why do you need to stay so hot? Is the climate colder where you are located?”
His eyes looked like they were analyzing you as he held his pen above his notebook, the bar for answers was clearly high and you weren't exactly the best in biology.
“Some places are cold, while some are hotter, but it really depends on where you live,”
Your eyes moved to the shag floor Barnaby had, stimming lightly by tapping your foot, the bouncing provided you comfort until you looked back up to see all their eyes were again on you, ah.
“And that, why do you move like that?”
Frank was writing but seemed to let his questions flow freely as you opened up more to them,
“Like what?”
You stopped bouncing your leg after he asked that, suddenly feeling abnormal as a blush went to your face, you didn't know there was anything wrong with how you moved but maybe there was?
Howdy after noticing you getting flustered proceeds to also put his two cents into the conversation,
“He dont mean no harm in askin’ Y/N, Your just…” He paused, thinking of the right words,
“More, articulated than we are, if that's the right word,”
Wally of course had to share his opinion while Howdy was talking, ruining the one opportunity for you to be calmed down.
“faster too, why do they make you so fast anyways,”
Ignoring Wally again, you responded to Howdy, you felt a little less flustered at his clarification,
“Well, I have bones- ah, I guess wires would be more accurate for you guys, and… harder stuffing, that makes my legs and fingers move as they do,”
Howdy gave you a closed-eyed smile before returning to idly chatting with Barnaby, you hadn't even noticed Barnaby stopped staring, Julie focused her attention now on your hands as she grabbed and gently moved your fingers around.
You didn't mind the feeling so you just let her have her fun as you focused back on Frank,
“Ahem, Yes, I meant no offence Y/N, Thank you for answering. Now, If you don't mind me asking How did you get here?”
Just as you had thought all eyes were off of you, Barnaby and Howdys chat ended and they both seemed to tune into the conversation you and Frank were having, even Eddie seemed eager to know.
“Ah.. well, I don't really know myself,”
You had to lie. Lying to Howdy made you feel bad but this just felt necessary, Wallys staring provided you no help though, you felt as if he could see through you.
“One minute I was walking my dog and the next I was here, I don't know what happened to my dog of course,”
You feigned being sad, even going as far as creasing your eyebrows to further the effect. Julie at least bought it and moved to put her hand on your shoulder in consolation,
“ ‘M sure if they're anything like you Y/N they're doin' just fine!”
You gave Julie a smile, you turned away from her looking back at Frank and you heard her mutter something,
“Who knows maybe they found puppet dogs..!”
Okay, she made you laugh a little, she really reminded you of your cousins that would visit during the holidays. Your audible laugh made Wally's smile grow wider as if that was possible.
“I like your laugh, it's very nice..”
You knew he was probably trying to be nice but you couldn't help not responding, choosing to offer him a smile as well instead of outwardly thanking him. You weren't impolite but you didn't particularly like his vibes, he gave you a feeling of Deja Vu you couldn't quite place.
“I was though really freaked out when I got here, I didn't know where I was and puppets aren't exactly.. Sentient like you all where I'm from.”
Frank took great interest in that, vigorously returning to writing as Howdy let out a small laugh from the kitchen barstool he sat at,
“You can say that again! When you saw me you looked as if you saw a ghost, kickin’ an screamin’ too as I tried to help ya!”
The memory of the previous day hit you and you realized one key flaw in the story you told them all just now.
You told Howdy you were looking for your cat.
If he had noticed he gave no clue about it, his face holding the same smile it always had with his dark green blush still present. You hoped he didn't notice, that would be awkward considering you were staying with him for the foreseeable future.
You tried your best to hide your realization by feigning a laugh as you continued to speak,
“Haha, yeah… I was a bit shocked but you all seem very friendly,”
Eddie smiled and spoke for the first time since he had arrived,
“Your very pleasant yourself Y/N! Even if we did literally run into each other first meeting!”
You laughed along with Eddie, he was probably one of the people you felt you could genuinely trust here. You didn't know if that was because you genuinely liked him or if it was because he looked most like a human, maybe both?
“You're a swell kid’ Y/N!” Barnaby also spoke as he shuffled back into the living room with a plate of cookies, as he set them down he gave you a genuinely warm smile,
“You can stay as long as you need while we figure’ out a way to getcha’ home!”
He moved one of his big paws across Wallys' head to ruffle your hair, making a mess out of it. Not like he could do any more damage than what's been done, of course, you haven't had a proper hair brush in a day or two.
You stuck your tongue out at the Blue dog once he had finished messing up your hair, your hands quickly making work of trying to somewhat fix it before Wally let out a laugh,
“ha ha ha, would you like some of my hair product neighbour? it may help the tangles,”
…Alright that threw you for a loop. You had expected Wally to need some sort of hair product, especially with his pompadour, but you hadn't expected him to notice you needed help with yours so quickly.
“Uh sure Wally, that would be great actuall-”
Before you could finish Julie was again on your arm like a child with their mother, jumping up from her spot on the floor as she made deadly eye contact with Wally,
“I wanna do their hair! We could have a Spa day Y/N! Doesn't that sound fun?”
“ha ha, Julie i think Y/N would rather have me style their hair..”
Were they fighting to spend time with you..? You turned to Wally and saw the same pleased smile on his face that was always there, but there seemed to be a light eyebrow crease on his face, even if he had none.
You turned to Frank and Eddie for help, but Eddie and Frank were too focused on each other it seemed, with Frank holding Eddie's hand as he showed him the notes he was taking..
..Gay puppets, ‘good for them’ you thought. Your last hope being Howdy and Barnaby… Who where gone and cooking something in the kitchen?
With a sigh you felt something grabbing at your other arm, seeing Wally holding on while staring Julie down, If you didn't do something soon they might just fight to see who gets to have human time.
“Uh… how about we all hang out?”
Julie finally stopped basically baring her teeth at Wally and looked at you, her eyes sparkling with excitement again,
“We could have a Group Spa day!!”
…Okay yeah that worked! Maybe through that, you could understand Wally a bit more in the process,
“Mhm! Though Wally for now I would maybe like a hairbrush at least until we could do the Spa day,”
Wally looked at you with his black eyes and nodded, his smile never ceasing, he did though seem entranced by the way your skin felt under his hands, his little felt fingers tapping on your arm.
“of course neighbour! ill grab it and run it to howdy tonight,”
His sleepy eyelids drooped again now that he had relaxed at the prospect of a joint spa day, Happy to have eased the tension between the two you looked at the clock that was on Barnabys' wall.
“It is getting a bit late though, So Julie is it okay if we do it tomorrow? I think i would enjoy it properly when im not tired”
Julie shook her head excited as always,
“Of course of course! I'll go home right now and prepare!”
She sprang up and went for the door, not before announcing her leave, even if she was excited she was also polite to Barnabys' hospitality.
Howdy emerged with Barnaby close behind, he took a look at the clock and made eye contact with you from across the room,
“Ya ready to call it a night Y/N?”
Howdy was an angel incarnate you decided. You nodded and stood from the couch, Wally at the loss of your arm stared at his hand, seemingly startled by how the feeling of warmth left his fingers.
“Yeah! Thank you for inviting me over Barnaby, and it was a pleasure to meet you Frank,”
You held your hand out for him to shake, and he returned the handshake..
…Though he held on a bit longer than expected, he seemed to be analyzing your hands, Eddie being the kind soul he was gently tapped Frank and he let go.
You left Barnabys, following Howdy as you both walked back to the Bugdega.
As you passed the red house with eyes you walked faster and stayed a bit closer to Howdy than normal, Howdy paid no mind to it though as he seemed to be lost in his own head, he stared at the stars with his lower arms crossed while his upper tapped his chin.
“...Something on your mind Howd’s?”
Your stomach dropped as he looked at you with a worried expression taking hold of his features, he was one of the few with eyebrows so it was easy to tell when he was distraught.
“Just a small thing… truthfully its nothing!”
He knew, didn't he?
“Look I'm sorry Howdy, it just slipped my mind and i-”
“It's okay! I just thought humans had to eat consistently or they would struggle to walk?”
…what
Your confusion must have been evident as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, which was probably the best he could do at the height difference.
“When we get back to the Bugdega im makin’ sure you eat! Even if I'm not the best cook,”
You let out a laugh of relief, Howdy was just concerned because you hadn't eaten. Oh bless his heart, this man was probably the walking definition of sweet as candy.
The rest of the walk to Howdys shop was enveloped in a comforting silence, The red house being long forgotten behind you now.
It didn't forget you though.
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Howdy will swear up and down he's not a good cook but the dinner he made you proved otherwise. For a man who held no taste buds himself he cooked a damn good Spaghetti.
You sat on your cot restless as the grandfather clock ticked on and on, you knew by now Howdy was asleep in his room, which you had now learned was connected by the small hallway branching off of the living room you were in.
He didn't wrap you completely this time but he offered to tuck you in, he meant well of course but you simply blushed and politely declined. You had a feeling if he tucked you in you wouldn't be able to move at all, and maybe that was the reason why he did it?
Either way, you put it you were still awake in his living room, not able to sleep. Wally had never brought you a hairbrush and the mats that were forming in your hair were uncomfortable.
So with cautious steps, you walked back up the stairs to go to the bathroom, aiming to get a few sips of water from the sink before you tried to rest again. You got your water and smoothed down your hair again, your nails getting caught in the knots that formed in the back.
However, even after doing that, you didn't feel like going to sleep, as you walked out into the Shop you lay your head down on the smooth, cold counter.
You don't know what was so nice about this counter but it felt well-loved and cold. Even at times like these, you preferred sleeping on top of a cold pillow.. Or counter in your case.
As you lay there and daydreamed for a moment or two, you felt a small thought nagging at the back of your head,
Did your jacket always have this many pockets?
You had owned this jacket for years, of course, it was your favourite after all, especially for when you and your friends would go on adventures.
That's why you liked it so much, it could hold a lot while still letting you move around quickly.
As you felt around your jacket and smoothed out any sections that felt off, you heard something crinkle as your hand passed over one more time for good measure.
With curious eyes, you opened your jacket to look at the inside pockets, and it looked like it was… sewn shut?
That was odd. The only person who owned sewing kits that you knew of was Howdy, and he wasn't the type of guy to go in your clothes. And even then, why would he stitch up a pocket?
You picked at the stitching though and were able to pull whatever was sealed inside out, suddenly everything came back all at once.
Like a suppressed memory you remembered why the house was so familiar. And why Wally staring shook you to your core.
He was the one who sent you here.
He had to be. After all, he has been giving you awful feelings of Deja Vu since you arrived, not to mention he practically sent you into a PTSD episode the first night you met.
Lost in your panicked thoughts as you unfolded the papers, you heard a knocking at the Store door, only to see Wally Standing there.
It was late in the night. You were terrified and alone.
Except you weren't, Howdy was just downstairs, and you knew this now.
The knocking began again as you looked back at the doors, He held something in his hand, and you didn't care to find out what it was. In the shadows, he looked like nothing more than a figure with eyes, and you weren't going to find out what he wanted.
You frantically flung the office door open as you ran through, practically tripping on your own feet as a cold sweat went down your spine. The metal door hit the wall with a loud “BANG”.
You heard the glass doors of Howdys shop opening as you ran, damn Howdy for not locking his doors!
You ran down the steps as fast as you could, and you weren't one to invade a man's privacy but you had no choice.
You ran to where Howdys door was and knocked frantically, you had no clue what time it was but you knew by now Howdy was definitely asleep.
You heard shuffling both behind and in front of you as you desperately held onto Howdys door handle, seconds away from opening it yourself before Howdy opened it, clearly still groggy and startled.
“Y/N..? Whats wron-?”
Before he could finish his sentence though you shot behind him, moving under his arms to get into his room before finally falling and breaking into hyperventilating.
Howdy must not have seen anything because before you knew it he was shutting the door and clicking on a lamp, as he crouched in front of you his arms where held in the air, almost as if he was approaching a frightened animal.
“Woah! Woah love’bug, calm down your alright,”
You sat up from your spot on the floor and with a paranoid mind hugged Howdy tight, still sobbing into his pyjama shirt, terrified.
“Its alright, Your okay, Bad dream?”
…You didn't want to explain to Howdy what had happened, yet. So you simply nodded and curled into his touch, you felt like a child.
“Your okay. Get some shut-eye Y/N, Your safe.”
Without much complaint, you nodded off as Howdy scooped you up off the ground and placed you on his bed, the last touch you felt being his hand on your head as you dozed off into a peaceful sleep.
The feeling of eyes was gone for now.
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WORTH IT ?
summary : When your best friend, Heechan, sets you up with someone who he knows is the perfect match for you, you begin to contemplate his words when said perfect match almost leaves you stranded. Definitely not the first impression Guesung had hoped for.
pairing : cho guesung x gn!reader, strangers to friends to more (?)
genre : romance, humor (attempt), fluff.
warnings : alcohol consumption, cussing.
author's note : welp pretend this is not a part of a series cause i'm scrapping that idea haha anyways ! let me know what you think ? (not entirely proofread.)
word count : 3.6K
Admittedly you were pissed.
Very pissed because you were not the type to go on blind dates because for one you didn’t believe you’d ever be able to get along with someone who you’d never met in your life, not even once, a typical stranger let alone go on a date with them in your first-time meeting.
But also secondly your paranoia was on another level and you also hated to admit it, you were very nervous. Which is normal right? Yet the thing was you were feeling a little insecure. Insecure about whether the stranger who was going to arrive anytime soon now, yes you had arrived there first, would find you well…attractive.
Then again though, that is all you were, strangers, and you think you fuck it who cares about their opinions as you down your 2nd cup of ridiculously expensive red wine, it seemingly cooling your nerves as well as leaving a sweet aftertaste that complimented your slightly bitter insecure thoughts. Yet you had gone out tonight, even Heechan, your one and only best friend who was in fact the one who set you up (more like forced to be set up) on this blind date.
He did say the guy was a good friend of his and was the perfect match for you while all you had done was scoff at his words and roll your eyes at the finally finding your perfect match because in your 23 years of existence all men ever did to you was disappoint. [ Except Heechan though but you would never admit it to him.]
You took a deep breath calming your nerves and once again rose your hand up to look at the time on your dainty little watch you adored since you bought it with your very first paycheck.
‘8 :47’ it read and you could not help but frown a bit, unknowingly it had already been 17 minutes past the initial meet up time Kangin had told you on. You do think showing up ten minutes earlier was a bit extra but you thought it was better just in case but now you had been waiting for almost half an hour and you were getting even more bored.
You picked up your phone, ready to cuss at your best friend for setting you up with a no show, his good friend or not, it was still asshole behavior for standing you up. Feeling some inkling of embarrassment begin to creep up your mind as you also realized you did agree on this and skeptical thoughts regarding this Heechan’s so called friend initially agreeing thinking you were desperate and decided to toy with your agreement and not show up.
On the third ring, Heechan picked up and you could hear the slight surprise in his voice because he didn’t expect you to call so…soon.
“Yo Y/N- wait why are you calling me right now? Aren’t you supposed to be on your date?” He asked with genuine confusion and you could tell he had no idea.
Letting out a sarcastic chuckle “Well since you’re so eager to set me up with a self date, I thought why not just call you in hmm?”
“Self date wha- Hold on Guesung is not there?” He asked now with concern hinting in his shock “Trust me I wouldn’t have called you in if your Guesung hadn’t been a no show.”
You spat through gritted teeth in an agitated voice as you ran your free hand through your hair which had taken so much time to do. You were also beginning to feel hot in your coat as it had been a cold night in Seoul so you decided to leave on your coat even though you did feel like ditching it so you could do the cliché your date gives you his coat as you feel cold.
Now you just felt stupid as you wished instead of his coat or jacket, you wished he had been the one to show up. You felt stupid to feel a bit hurt over a fucking stranger but it was not like you didn’t have the right to. Heechan had given you some high expectations through his tales of his friend about how incredible he is and so totally your type. You felt obligated to tell Heechan he owed you a lot, maybe strawberry shortcake with some chocolate milkshakes would make up for it, but still you felt it was not enough.
“You so owe me for this seriously like what an assho-“
“Wait just a minute, Guesung should have been there, he literally left my place at 8 wanting to show up early even when I insisted for him to go like at 8:20 or something.” Heechan defended his teammate who was basically his dongsaeng as well.
“Let me do one thing I’ll call him yeah?” He said as he sat up from his lying down position, and just as you were about to respond him, the little bell on the door jiggled, indicating someone had walked in.
A rush of cool breeze swept in as the man quickly closed the restaurant door behind him, catching his breath as he swept his hand over his previously tame hair which had become slightly messy as though he had been running through the night as the wind tousled his perfectly set pulled back slick hair.
And that was not too far off, as Guesung looked at his own expensive watch that sat on his wrist, cursing mentally as he realized he was late.
Very fucking late.
His eyes lifted up as he tried to smooth down the imaginary wrinkles on his blazer of his Louis Vuitton Suit, fixing up his black tie properly and making sure his hair was once again set as to how it was before, or well tried to but a few impatient strands escaped and rested gently on his forehead.
He scanned the room, hoping you had not actually ditched him because that would imply you already had a judgement on him, which he knew was not a good one as it would also mean you thought you’d been stood up and already concluded him an asshole.
He mentally once again cursed at the paparazzi who had gone absolutely nuts once he had left Heechan’s apartment, following him while shoving their cameras in his face all while the bright lights almost blinded him. He knew to expect this already but he had underestimated his own fame once the world cup had ended, and alas faced the consequences on the worst possible days out of all.
Him being the gentleman he was and also just for the sake of you being a stranger as well, didn’t want them to intrude on his own privacy or even endanger your own privacy, so he stalled them, tried to stall them and shot quick texts to Kangin of help which the latter had been more than helpful as he distracted them so that Guesung could literally make a run for it.
It was good, he was an athlete and a fit one at that because holy fuck running almost 15 minutes continuously in a damn suit was very very impressive.
You had looked up the moment the bell had jiggled, stuck in your own star struck daze as you looked at the man who’d stepped in, and blinking to make sure you hadn’t accidentally fallen asleep and this wasn’t one a trick of your hyperactive imagination.
Your jaw dropped literally when his eyes locked with yours as a look of acknowledgement followed and he began making his way towards you.
Holy fucking shit, that- that’s Guesung ?!?
You whispered out your thoughts unknowingly and a static sound of a chuckled echoed in your ear as you pulled the phone out of your ear, slightly cringing at your words when you realized you had thought out loud, mentally wanting to hit yourself.
“So I’m guessing he has finally shown up huh? Well don’t forget the rules of a first date, no kissi-” You hang up as Heechan’s chuckle came through and before he could begin his teasing as you felt your own face heat up at the cut words and cleared your throat placing your phone down on the table and sat up straight as Guesung finally made his way over and stood next to his own seat.
“Um sorry, but are you perhaps Y/N? I am Guesung. Heechan’s friend, you know the one who uh- organized this whole thing.” He spoke with nervousness seemingly apologetic and it did make you think back a little on your judgment of him being an asshole but you couldn’t jump to conclusions just yet. Frankly, the man was the definition of a fucking model, the looks, the height, and everything, you’d think he would have the ego of a typical male but the apologetic look on his face and the tone of his voice contradicted your own judgment.
You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms, as you tried not to let your heart be biasing your angry thoughts but God it was so hard especially when his eyes twinkled with a sorriness and one of his hand raising up to fix his tie for the third time since he stepped into the restaurant (yes you kept count)
You clicked your tongue narrowing your eyes, as you leaned backwards to look into his eyes directly “Well Guesung, for your information, yes I am Y/N you know the person who you’ve kept waiting for almost an hour now.” You finished chuckling sarcastically, your last few words being laced with more spite than you intended to and you suppose it was now the hunger taking over.
You decided it was rude to keep him standing, even though you suppose he could have sat if he wanted to but you felt like he was waiting for your permission and that little thing did more to your heart than you wished it would have, you lifted one of your hands, pointing towards the seat in front of you “This table is not meant for one you know? You should take your seat since it is yours anyways.”
His eyes widened slightly, as the tip of his ears became a light shade of pink in embarrassment and you almost felt bad for being hostile towards him but it was not your fault as well because he had yet to explain as to why he was late. He sat down in front of you, even though he was nervous, he didn’t let it affect him physically as in he made sure to not let clumsiness play a part tonight, as he sat down letting his hands rest on his lap, and even when he sat down he still managed to make you look small, or maybe he was just too tall you justified your average height.
“So, why? Why were you so late?” You sat a little straighter as he cleared his own throat, running his hand through his hair once again, a habit, you noted. He let out a sigh of relief as he relaxed slightly in his seat, you eyed his frame, trying not to obliviously check him out again for the 10th time, it was just to observe his body language, you argued with yourself.
He seemed slightly out of breath which made you furrow your eyebrows, you of course could not see that when he first walked in but now you could clearly see it and wondered, unconsciously pouting slowly as you tried to think of reasons while being lost in your mind.
Guesung’s eyes moved to your lips as he scanned your face and noted the small furrow and pout, before even fully thinking of an answer, he replied “Sorry, really, I promise I did leave early but- but the media, they can’t just give me a damn break, ever since I came back to Seoul, they have been on our backs like fucking hawks, I swear I tried to come early but I had to run here and I had no other better option than that, it got really crowded and again I really am sorr-“
“Hey, hey first of all calm down.” You told as he was going to continue his ramble, placing your hand on his which were now folded on the table, fiddling clearly showing his emotions, and you placed yours on top because you could not really think of any other reason other than hoping it would somehow calm him down.
Comfort from a supposed stranger seemed to have worked.
He stopped fidgeting and took a deep breath as he looked away, his cheeks now a shade of scarlet and you really tried not to fall then and there like a shameless person because you did have some self-respect but the man in front of you was just too…too cute. You pulled away your hand quickly once he seemed to have calmed down and he continued, now a little more relaxed,
“The reason I got even more late was because I called up Kangin so that he could help me out of the whole mess and it did work but also- I had to make a run for it here…quite literally.”
You widened your eyes as he finished talking and now it made sense as to how disheveled he looked when he walked in, though it did not make him any less attractive, and were honestly impressed because running in a damn suit let alone running itself was a task, though you suppose him being an athlete of course benefitted him in that aspect unlike your non existent work out routine.
“That’s- that’s wow okay, I definitely was not expecting that I won’t lie, I think I forgot you guys are like famous now.” You told chuckling at the end, an indicator that you weren’t as upset anymore because his explanation did make sense and you also told the honest truth because you genuinely forgot these guys were actually famous after the whole world cup thing.
“Though are you alright now? Do you want some water or something? I didn’t order anything because I was waiting for you since I didn’t know what you’d like.” You asked him with ease and he nodded skeptically, unsure whether you were being sarcastic or not as you rolled your eyes seeing the skepticism on his face “Look it’s fine I guess, I forgive you for being late, it’snot your fault I suppose.”
Guesung looked at you surprised by your words but they did the work as he let out a sigh of relief, you understood more easily but then again you did already have a famous best friend so he guesses you have already experienced the tardiness of another showing up way late than you did,
“But! You still have a lot of making up to do.”
You finished with a cheeky tone to lift up the mood and with a tiny smirk which Guesung couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at which you also giggled a bit trying not to be swayed so easily but the way his eye became small crescents as his cheeks pulled up.
Clearing his throat, he gently spoke “Then I guess we deserve a proper introduction right?”
He leaned ahead, while he crossed his arms, taking in a casual stance, evidentially feeling more at ease now as the misunderstandings had been cleared, and you raised an eyebrow at his posture, wondering what he was thinking.
“So…you come here often?” He said in an flirtatious deep voice, which broke any resounding tension, that had you smiling as you leaned forward wanting to muse along with him.
“Never been here in my life.” You said whispery, as you continued smiling, his eyes now twinkling in delight which made you giggle as you put your hand to cover your mouth, you own eyes now squinting in laughter.
“Interesting, interesting…you come here alone often then? I see you already ordered something to drink huh?”
“Well…” You said trying to appear deep in thoughts for an answer “I hadn’t known I would have wait so long for you. And maybe I needed the liquid courage.” You shrugged at him and he laughed at your response shaking his head,
“Then I am sorry to have kept you waiting,” He spoke with sincerity again and even though you had told him it’s okay, you still replied “All’s forgiven but again you still have a lot of making up to do.”
He giggled at your words and then smirked slyly “Oh don’t worry darling, I promise I’ll give you the time of your life.”
“That’s a bold proposition.” You spoke, your eyes shimmering with mirth as one corner of your lips turned up, you bit your lip trying not to grin like an idiot again.
“Babe, you don’t know me just yet then but you’ll find out eventually.” He winked at you which made you slightly blush as you tried to cover up the fact that he was affecting you with nervous chuckles.
“Well then I’d be delighted to find more about you, Mr. Cho Guesung.”
And the rest of the evening went with the same ease, both of you flowing into an effortless conversation as he told you about his own life, which lead to eventually you telling about yours, what you did for a living, your friends and family, especially how you knew Heechan, which you told that he was a good friend of yours since your high school days and he paid attention to everything you told with an interest that had your heart fluttering.
Though he was shocked when he found out you barely knew anything about football, as you had always been more of the literature and music nerd rather than the sporty type which he of course did not mind, even though he was a football star, he knew it was not everyone’s cup of tea. He was delighted when you promised you would come to see one of his games if he was willing to teach you about the sensational sport to which he agreed more than eagerly which had had you chuckling.
Guesung and you had been in your own bubble, just talking and the apparent chemistry between you both seemed to worked well. So, when the time came to eventually end the evening, the tiny disappointment was something inevitable and to your unknown surprise Guesung felt the exact same way.
Gosh Heechan was right…for once. Why does the evening have to end so soon?
You both thought as you exited the warm restaurant now the cool Seoul breeze passing by making you rub your hands over your arms, even though your coat did sit comfortably on your arms, let us just say you felt extra sensitive to the entire winter season no matter how much you’d think you layered up.
Guesung saw your smaller form shivering while your teeth chattered, a habit you had whenever the weather got too cold even by a little, unknowingly smiling gently as he began removing his blazer. You noticed this and widened your eyes,
“Oh no Guesung, it’s totally fine, you’d be cold and anyways I already am wearing a coat-”
Before you could argue more, he had already placed his larger blazer over your shoulders, now it completely draped over you while masking you in his cologne.
It smelled…nice, just as he did of course.
You looked at him and grinned, your eyes shining under the soft moonlight and Guesung felt his heart skip as he got lost into the stars they held. And under the moonlight, he too looked like a prince, his features delicately standing out as your eyes traced his angel kisses.
“Thank you. And actually thank you for showing up as well…for a second there I thought I was stood up you know ?” You spoke jokingly as you slipped your hands through the blazer, now fully enveloped in it, letting it fall till a little below your waist. It seemed like a perfect as though it were meant for someone your size.
You continued to smile even though you now jokingly narrowed your eyes, your cheeks pulled up, indicating you were messing around with him, not meaning that you were upset now, well you were before he had his explanation but as the evening passed by, time felt unreal as you spent it more with the man who had a charming smile and an equally charming personality. The whole evening was indeed worth it when you realized the grin on your face refused to remove itself in his presence.
Guesung rolled his eyes as he clicked his tongue, trying to not smile widely at your cuteness but he failed to do so as he bowed his head in a fancy way “My deepest apologies, your majesty, is there any way to possibly earn your full forgiveness?”
You giggled gently at his accent, playfully putting your finger on your chin as you stared of seemingly in deep thought “Well, I do know one way?”
You bit your lip as you stood in front of him, trying not to burst out laughing at the way his eyes shone with curiosity and eagerness at your answer.
For a man as tall who one would think would be intimidating, he was not definitely playing the part, you thought.
And in a moment, you stood on your tip toes and placed your hands, gently on his shoulders as you raised your head and placed a soft peck on his cheek. You stood back at your place, now bursting out in laughter as Guesung looked taken aback, his face now feeling warmer despite the harsh winds, because he was, out of everything, not expecting that.
“I think all is definitely forgiven now.”
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Working Title - Chapter 6
Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Belle
Rating: Mature, 18+, for the love of all things please don’t engage if you are a minor ok?
Word Count: 6.8k … our longest chapter so far!
Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Chapter 6 on AO3
Chapter Summary: It’s time for coffee with Dieter ahead of your last day of prep before shooting begins.
Warnings: This chapter has some swearing. I don’t want to spoil anything, but here’s just a blanket “there could be adult stuff happening” warning.
“Ok, so what are you going to wear?!” Indy asked as she skipped to your room.
You follow her, but your eyes are glued to your phone trying to process the last few minutes.
You can already hear her in your room as you approach. “No, not that … no, not that …” Indy sighed as she grabbed clothes out of your drawer and threw them onto your bed.
“Hey! I’m going to have to refold all of that!”
“Ok, then tell me what you have in mind?”
“Ugh, I don’t know. I can’t wear what I had on this morning. I didn't even have a bra on.”
“Aaaand?”
“Seriously?!” you whined, throwing a pair of shorts her way as she laughed. She grabs a workout set she got for you for Christmas. It was a deep forest green-colored pair of high-waisted workout capris and crop top. You shake your head, “Ugh, I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard. Besides, that’s a lounge-at-home kind of set.”
Rolling her eyes, “I’ve seen you wear this outside of the house. You wore this when we hiked with Rhys.”
“Yea, but that’s Rhys.”
“So? I'm sure Dieter would like it. Come on, your ass looks so good in this!"
“What about this?” you asked showing her a pair of athletic shorts and an oversized tee as another option.
“Keep the tee and wear your spandex shorts instead…you brought them right?”
The two of you grew up playing volleyball and still would play sand volleyball whenever you could – although it was getting harder and harder the older you got. You talked about getting out to the resort’s sand volleyball courts sometime during the shoot to let off some steam, so you brought them.
“Yea...but, ugh I don’t know.”
“Well, you know what I’d choose,” she said pointing to the set. “But do whatever makes you feel comfortable. Honestly, I want you to be able to relax and enjoy yourself. He clearly wants to hang out with you, so what you wear doesn't matter … especially if it's gonna come off anyway,” she teases, arching one of her eyebrows.
“We’re just having coffee, Ind. And talking…that's it.”
You would be lying if you said the thought of doing more with Dieter hadn't crossed your mind, you just didn't think it had crossed his. He could have anyone he wanted to do anything he wanted.
Your mind drifts to try and remember the last time you had an orgasm from something other than your hand or a toy. Ryan never really gave two shits about getting you off. He either came so fast you didn't even realize anything had started or he'd get whisky dick and get frustrated, taking it out on you that you were the reason he couldn't stay hard. Needless to say, you were starved when it came to physical affection from a man, and that made you self-conscious.
“Mmhmm, ok,” she laughed, walking out of your room. Before she crossed the threshold she turned to look over her shoulder, “Normally I’d say don’t do anything I would do, but in this case, fuck that!”
“Haha ok, Ind. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Love ya, if I don’t hear from you by 8, I’m calling because as much as I want you to get some, I don't want you to be late for Meredith … so keep the ringer on.”
“Deal.” I'm going to be back way before 8, we planned to meet at 6 for Christ's sake.
She leaves and you sit at the foot of your bed, clothes strewn all about. You haven’t decided what you want to wear yet, but fold your top contenders and place them on the TV stand before changing into the pajamas you wore last night. You pick up the rest of the clothes Indy threw around as you brush your teeth. Then, you wash your face and take out your contacts before slipping into your bed. Grabbing your phone, you go back to the text thread with Dieter, re-reading it and feeling giddy, but also trying to temper your expectations.
You turn the lights off hoping the jet lag you felt earlier will seep back in and lull you to sleep. Instead, your mind is going a mile a minute.
I texted Dieter Bravo. I texted him because he got me a gift. A sweet, thoughtful gift. Why did he get me that? How’s tomorrow going to go? Well, I guess it's technically today. Fuck I need to get to sleep. How do I play it? I wonder what we’ll talk about. Ugh, I need to go to sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. What time is it? If I go to sleep now, I’ll at least get a few hours.
You repeat this inner monologue a few times, but eventually find your eyes getting heavy. When you eventually open your eyes you reach for your phone to check the time. Ugh. 4:30, seriously?!
You stayed in bed for a little while longer but were getting restless. You decided to turn on your bedroom light, annoyed by the darkness. Then, sitting in your room was starting to drive you nuts. So, you grab the bottle of water you left on the nightstand and head outside to the balcony, sitting on the lounger and listening to the crashing waves. Closing your eyes, you breathe in and out. In … two … three … Out … two … three … four … five.
“I knew I should have suggested we meet earlier,” you hear a raspy voice say from your right.
Startled, you jump a little and look to see Dieter standing on his balcony looking at you with a sheepish grin. He had a white T-shirt on and a blue pair of basketball shorts. His bedhead is so fucking adorable.
“We really have to stop meeting like this,” he winks.
“Ha, s-sorry I … did I wake you?” Realizing that your bedroom light was on.
“Oh, ah,” rubbing the back of his neck, “I was already up. I was a-actually going to text you but it was so early,” he said looking down.
“You can always text me.” Shit that came out a little more desperate than I wanted.
He smiled, “Oh, well, that’s good to know.” He gives you a quick up and down and you cross your arms over your chest. “So, looks like we’re both up.”
“Yea.”
“I believe I promised you a hot cup of coffee,” he teased. “So, wanna have coffee now?”
“Uh yea, let me go grab the cookies,” you said turning around to head back to grab them from the kitchen island.
“Hey, wait!” he called over to you. Looking back over to him he continues, “Uh, you can totally say no, I won’t … ugh … um, do you want to come over here?”
“To your room?” you had to say it out loud to confirm that’s what he was getting at. Holy shit, act cool.
“Uh…” he looks around nervously, hoping he didn’t offend you. “Uh, nevermind mind, we ca-”
“No, it’s ok.”
“What?”
“I can come over. Can you give me a few minutes?”
“Yea,” he exhales, seeming to relax a bit. “Yea, take all the time you need.”
“Ok. Uh, I’ll knock?”
“Yea, sounds good.”
Neither of you moves to leave, staring at each other, searching the others’ expression, trying to read intentions. He gives you a lopsided grin and you smile back, studying his face. You aren’t sure how long you stay like that, it honestly was probably 30 seconds but it felt like 30 minutes.
Finally, you feel yourself snap out of your trance.
“Oh ok, I’ll be over soon.”
“Ok.”
You leave the balcony and close the door and immediately go into a panic. You quickly go to brush your teeth, throwing the options you neatly laid out for yourself back on the bed. You decide to leave your glasses on and your hair down because it looked pretty good still.
Fuck. Which one? You go to grab the shorts and oversized tee. Safe choice. But then, Indy’s voice pipes in. Fuck it. You grab the workout set and throw it on and step into some flip-flops. A swipe of some deodorant and a quick spritz of body spray and you grab your phone and room key before rushing over to the kitchen.
Indy’s tote bag was sitting on the kitchen island, so you decide to grab it and stuff a few different boxes of cookies in it. Good to have some options. You blush a bit as your grab the box of the macadamia nut flavor, thinking about the sounds that accidentally came out of you yesterday when you took a bite.
Heading to the door, you look at yourself in the mirror. Not bad for 5 in the morning. You take a deep breath and walk out the door, being sure to close it softly. Taking the short walk over to your next-door neighbor, you take a few more deep breaths. Before you could knock, the door opens.
“Shit, I’m sorry, I really don’t mean to keep scaring you,” Dieter chuckles. “I was starting to think you may have changed your mind.”
“Oh, sorry! I … uh I couldn’t find my…flip-flops!” you nervously laughed.
“You didn’t have to change for me,” lowering his voice and looking you up and down like before. “But I’m not complaining.”
Your stomach does a flip as he looks at you. Thank you, Indy!
“Come on in,” he opens the door, letting you slip on by him. He smelled like soap and you notice his hair is damp. Did he take a shower?
You pause as you walk through the door into the foyer, politely waiting for him to close the door and usher you the rest of the way.
“Here, let’s get you your coffee” he gestures to the kitchen, lightly putting his hand on your back conveniently finding where there was a sliver of exposed skin between your top and your pants.
You aren’t sure if it’s the proximity or the privacy of it just being the two of you alone, but you instantly feel your panties getting wet as your breath hitches.
As you round the corner to the kitchen, you see he’s laid out several containers next to the coffee pot.
“Uh, I never asked how you took your coffee, so I uh … I got you some options,” bites his lip. “I called down to room service and they sent up half and half, skim milk, oat milk, almond milk,” he tells you pointing to each container. “And then there’s different sweeteners over here too. “Sugar, Stevia, Splenda.” He looks at you like a kid showing their parent their art project from school.
You pause. Between the cookies and this, you are really at a loss. You’ve never had a man be so considerate before, wanting to make sure you had options.
“Uh. Sorry, this was probably too much, I always do too much,” he mumbles to himself, ruffling his hand through his hair.
“Wha-what, no! No, sorry, I just. I’ve never...um, I usually just take it black…most of the time,” you quickly recover, feeling bad that he went to all of this trouble.
He looks down and away from you, realizing that he did in fact go a little overboard. You sense a little wave of sadness come over him and it breaks your heart so you try and make the best of it.
“But, I do have … um …oat milk from time to time in my coffee,” you smiled. It was a total lie, but you felt bad that he went through all of this effort for nothing. “It was this one, right?” you asked pointing to one of the containers.
“Uh-uh yea, that one,” he gave a small smile.
“Ok,” you said, grabbing the container, looking for a coffee cup.
“Oh, here, let me,” he said as he moved around you to go pour you a cup. He hands it back to you, “So you take it black all the time, huh?”
“Yea. Uh-” realizing that he caught you. “Shit. Uh, no I mean -”
“It’s ok,” he laughs.
“You caught me,” you say putting your hands up in surrender. “I just take it black…all the time.”
“I guess you’re sweet enough, huh,” he winks.
You give a nervous laugh, looking down at the floor.
“Ugh sorry that was pretty lame, right?” he smiles.
“No, it was cute.” Shit that just slipped out.
“Aww you think I’m cute?” he teases leaning up against the counter next to you.
You know you have to be blushing at that. Of course, I think you’re cute. I think you’re fucking hot.
“Sorry, I was just messing with you,” he says playfully knocking your shoulder so you’d smile. “So, uh, let’s go outside? I want to try some more of those cookies.”
He collects the tote you placed on the counter, swings it over his shoulder, grabs both of your coffee cups, and leads the way outside. You notice he had left the glass sliding doors to the balcony open.
You take a seat in one of the loungers as he places the coffee cup on a small table next to you, dropping the bag to the floor. He drags the other lounger so he's sitting closer. You couldn't help but take in the way his shirt tightened around his shoulders and arms as he moved the heavy lounger. Shit, even his forearms are sexy.
“So, what did you decide on?” he asked, snapping you out of it.
You fish one of the boxes randomly out of the bag, “I brought the…coffee-flavored one.”
“Good choice, coffee squared,” he laughed as he tipped his coffee cup towards you slightly.
“Ha, Yea, and then there’s…” you reach back in to grab a box, “chocolate chip.”
“Solid.” He looks to see if there’s anything left, his mouth turning up a bit when he sees one box left.
“And last, but not least … macadamia nut,” you said as you dramatically pulled the last box out of your bag.
He smirks, looking at the box and then at your face. “You brought the macadamia nut one? Good girl.”
Those last two words coupled with his low, gravely morning voice cause you to suck in your breath and clench your thighs together to try and give yourself some relief. It is taking everything in you to not just say fuck it and jump him, leaving all caution to the wind. But, you snap out of your little fantasy daydream and realize you are staring at him dumbfounded.
“Ha, I uh, I take direction well, what can I say.” Where the fuck did that come from?
Now it’s his turn to look noticeably nervous. He squirms a bit in his seat, trying to hide that he was adjusting himself.
You decide to cut the tension and open up one of the boxes. You grab a cookie and split it into two.
"We can share, that way we don't get too full?" you asked as you handed him one of the halves, your fingers lightly brushing up against each other.
You were getting in your head about it. The way he was looking at you felt like … like he wanted you. Which scared you because no one has ever looked at you that intensely before.
He clears his throat, “So uh…Indy said you’ve known each other since you were little?”
He takes a bite of his cookie as he waits for your reply.
“Uh yea. I guess I can’t remember a time when I’ve ever not known Indy,” you smile, relaxing a bit. “Our moms worked together and were pregnant at the same time. They even had a joint baby shower at work because once their boss found out they were both having girls he figured he could save money by just having one party with one cake,” you laugh and take a bite.
He smiles. “So then, which one of you is older?”
“Technically me. Indy gives off that big sister energy but she's two months younger.”
“Do you have any siblings?”
“No, just Indy. And her brother Ben. They’re like family.”
“That’s nice.”
“D-do you have any siblings?” you offered even though you knew the answer.
“Uh yea, I have a brother. He’s younger, like five years younger than me,” he laughs. “He’s married with kids.”
“Oh, I bet you are a fun uncle!”
“Ha, I didn’t always use to be,” he says rubbing the back of his neck. “I was a pretty shitty uncle for a while there, but these last few years have been awesome. They’re such cool fucking kids,” he smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.
“Well, that’s awesome you can have that time with them now,” you offered, knowing how much progress he had made over the years.
“Yea, it really is.”
Just then you hear his phone buzzing. He grimaces and looks down, frustrated that your time has been interrupted.
“Ugh, sorry I- I have to get this, it’s Liz,” he frowned. “If I don’t answer she’ll freak out and keep calling til I pick up…old habits,” he murmurs.
“No, I get it. Need me to go?” you gesture to the living room.
He mouths no and motions for you to stay seated as he answers his phone.
“Hey Lizzie…yea … uh huh … No,” he says looking at you apologetically.
It’s ok you mouth to him.
“Ok, sounds good … uh huh … I will … ok Liz, byeee!” he clicks his phone off. “Sorry about that,” he chuckles.
“All good, Liz is your…agent, right?”
“Yea…” he says, a bit unsure as to where you were going with that.
“Oh, it’s just that I think she knows Indy’s agent Rhys.”
“Yea! Rhys! Rhys used to work for Lizzie. I’ve known him since he started.”
“Oh, cool! So, you’ve been with Liz for a long time, then?”
“Yea, since I was 20. She’s the only agent I’ve ever had, she’s been there through a lot.”
Without him needing to explain, you already know what he means. Dieter has been in the business for more than 25 years, starting as the hot “it” actor when he was younger. He went through a moody period thanks to a string of box office bombs. He then became a bit of a recluse, opting for small indie roles. That was when the drugs started. Then his bad-boy partying really took off. Throughout it all the gossip blogs and blind items detailed every triumph, like his Oscar win, and stumble, like his very public relapses and multiple trips to treatment facilities.
You see him rub both of his hands along his thighs, clearly uncomfortable with reminiscing about the past.
“Well, she must mean a lot to you after all of these years,” you gave a small smile.
He looks at you with big puppy dog eyes. Oh my gosh, his eyes. Those are gonna be dangerous. “Yea, she’s never given up on me,” he confesses.
It feels like such an intimate, private moment between the two of you that you forget where you are. You want to comfort him, hold him, and bring him back to the present. Instead, you lean over and reach for his hand giving it a little squeeze.
“It’s great you have someone like that.”
Realizing what you just did, you bring your hand back to rest in your lap. You take a sip of coffee and he grabs another box and splits a cookie like you did, giving you half.
“Enough about me,” he chuckles, shifting so he’s angled his body more towards you. “I want to know more about you.”
“Me? Oh, I’m not that exciting.”
“Oh, I don’t believe that.”
You spend the next couple of hours talking about everything from your favorite movies and TV shows to debating whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza, to what you wanted to be as kids. He was easy to talk to, witty, and gave you his full attention the whole time.
You didn’t even notice you had run out of coffee until Dieter pointed to your cup, “Do you want some more?”
“Uh yea, maybe a little bit more before I head out,” looking at your phone to see the time. You still had time before Indy would start looking for you.
He looked a little sad that you already want to leave.
“I uh … since tomorrow is officially our first day, I want to make sure I have time to get everything done,” you say feeling like you needed to explain needing to head out. “Plus, we have to prep for a meeting with you and the rest of the cast.”
“No, I get it, here let’s go,” he gets up to lead you to the kitchen, grabbing your cup and bag.
Back in the kitchen, he fills your cup about halfway and hands it back to you. Smiling you grab it, breathing in the delicious smell.
“I, I really liked this.”
“The coffee? Yea, it's pretty good. Dan says it's local too,” he chuckled
“No, I mea- … it’s nice to talk to someone…and have them listen,” you smiled, surprised at yourself for your sudden candor.
“Oh. Yeah, it is. W-would you want to do this again?”
“Have coffee? Yea!”
“I meant talk,” he says softly.
“Oh. Oh yea, I’d love to,” you say as you see his eyes instantly light up.
“What about tonight? You’re probably busy. But if you’re not, and you’re looking for something to do, I think … uh … I’d like to see you again.” He’s so cute when he starts to ramble.
“I’m not busy tonight,” you cut him off. “Text me and we’ll figure something out.”
Rubbing the back of his neck, “Yea, ok sounds good. No pressure though, I don’t want you getting sick of me.”
Aww is he blushing?
Closing the distance between the two of you, you put your hand on his forearm. “I very much doubt that.”
Indy would be so proud of me but again, where the duck did that come from?
Now it was his turn to suck in his breath. You smile and put your cup down, grabbing your bag to leave.
"Wait,” he says as you turn back towards him. “We never tried the macadamia one," he smirks, looking from your eyes to your mouth and back.
Biting your lip, you feel your core tightening. Again, you aren't sure what comes over you but before you can truly think it through you say, "I don't think you're ready for that again," slowly turning away and looking over your shoulder.
He looks like he's stuck in place. Shit, that probably sounded so stupid, I need to leave now.
As you move toward the door he reaches for your arm and you turn to look at him. You so badly wanted to just reach up, grab his face, and kiss him. But is he? He looks at your eyes, glancing down to your lips and back. Does he? Is he going to? No way.
“C-can I give you a hug?” he says with big puppy dog eyes. Ugh, I’m going to melt right here and now.
“Yea, I’d like that.”
He smiles and covers the space between the two of you. You reach up on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck and he reaches around your waist, resting his head in the crook of your neck, his mouth hovering where your neck meets your shoulder. You feel him take a deep breath. All you wanted to do was run your fingers through his hair and lightly scratch his scalp, but refrain because you are mostly still in shock this is even happening.
You also breathe him in, turning your face so your lips barely touch his neck. You feel his breath hitch. It feels like your heart is pounding in your eardrums, and you know he has to feel your quickened pulse given how close he was to your neck.
You don’t know how long you stay in this embrace. It felt so comforting, safe, and like…home? It just felt right, which freaked you out.
As he starts to pull away you feel his mouth move towards your ear as he whispers, "For the record, I am very much ready for the macadamia ones again."
The fact that you didn't buckle then and there was a triumph. He pulled back all the way, rubbing his hands down your arms.
“I hope you have a great day, don’t work too hard,” he winks at you.
“You too,” you say as you start to turn and walk out.
“I’ll text you later?” he says as you turn around. Nodding he lets out an exhale. “Ok, sounds good.”
You start walking down the hall, but the moment you hear his door close you stop and lean back on the wall, breathing in and trying to center yourself. OH. MY. GOSH! The little voice in your head was doing a happy dance – no she was doing a full-blown Super Bowl halftime show in there.
Smiling to yourself, you walk back into your suite. You’re in your own little world and don’t even notice Indy, who is eagerly sitting on the couch looking like a parent waiting for their kid to sneak back in from a night out.
“Oooo look who decided to show up!” she whistles.
“I made it back before your curfew,” you chuckle.
“Ok, so how did it go?” she waggles her eyebrows, looking you up and down. “Your hair still looks intact. I’m glad you wore that set, did he check your ass out? He would have been an idiot not to. You look a little flushed, everything ok down there? Need me to give you a minute? I had Ari pick up batteries.”
“Ohhh ok, how many cups of coffee did you have?” you ask as you take the cup out of her hand, walking to the kitchen to put some distance between the two of you.
“Come on, this is so exciting! I’ve been up for a while waiting for you.”
“Well, it was nice. We … talked.”
Looking a bit disappointed, “That’s it?”
“Yes, Indy. That’s it,” you say with a sly smile. “But I’m going to see him tonight. You don’t have something planned for us, right?
“Well, even if we did, we would reschedule!” She jumped up from the couch bounding into the kitchen and leaning with her back against the kitchen island. “What are you guys going to do?”
“I don’t know, we said we would text about it. You guys have the read-through today, right?"
"Yea, it's at 10. Then we break for lunch and I think I have a couple of meetings this afternoon. It should actually be a pretty early day for me…and presumably Dieter too," she teases. "Actually, wait," she said opening up her phone to find the schedule Ari texted her. "We all have a final fitting and oh looks like we have a meeting with Meredith and your department. You’ll be there, right?"
"Oh, probably. I'll see if she says anything about it," you say looking at the time.
"You still have time if you wanna … you know," Indy suggests as she hands you the package of batteries. "Lord knows you need to, you're going to be wound so fucking tight if you don’t."
Rolling your eyes, "I can handle it."
She eyes you skeptically before heading back toward her room. "Ok, I'll give you some privacy."
You eye the package of batteries. Goddammit Ari did you go to fucking Costco for this? You let out a frustrated sigh, grab them and head for your room.
As much as it annoyed you that she was right, Indy had a point. Being so close to Dieter this morning, feeling his arms around you, his breath on your ear was making it hard to concentrate. You push your thighs together knowing the inevitable.
Fuck, where is it?
You need to take the edge off. Especially if you're going to see him today. Finding your vibrator you quickly slide in the new batteries, testing to make sure it works before tossing it onto your bed. You are so keyed up that it wouldn't have mattered if the thing died on you, you were determined to feel a release. Closing your bedroom door, you head over to your bed and slip your pants off.
In recent years, pleasuring yourself was not something you did often. You found that you weren't ever in the mood and when you did try it took forever. But, you had a feeling this time was going to be different. You test the waters a bit with your hand to see and you let out a gasp when you realize how wet you are. Fuck, can't remember the last time that happened.
You slip your panties all the way off, turning on your vibrator. Placing it at your entrance, you take a deep breath before pushing it in, surprised at how easy it goes. Moving it in and out a few times, you bring it up to your clit for a bit, starting to whimper as you reach into your shirt, wishing it was one of Dieter's hands instead of yours. Fuck he has big hands.
You move the toy back down inside your heat and move the other hand to rub slow, lazy circles around your clit. Indy can be discreet, but you just know she has to hear you as you start to moan but you don't even care.
Thinking of Dieter's mouth near your neck, replaying his whisper in your ear gets you over the edge and you feel yourself coming undone, his name just at the tip of your tongue as you hold yourself back from full-on moaning his name. You get yourself through the after-shocks, turning your toy off and just laying there for a second.
"Fuuuuuck," you gasp, trying to catch your breath.
You check your phone and realize that while you aren't running late, you have to get going. You clean everything up, changing into a fresh pair of underwear before picking out a bralette from the drawer. You decide on jeans and a purple V-neck shirt. Heading for the bathroom, you quickly put your hair up in a clip and then run through your quick, basic skincare and makeup routine.
Grabbing your bag and kit you start to head out before realizing you left the door to the balcony in your room open. You close it and rush out of the suite down the hallway, blushing a bit when you pass Dieter's door, thinking of what tonight may hold. You make it to the hair and makeup trailer with about 10 minutes to spare.
The morning goes by rather quickly. You all finish getting everything set up and then Meredith sits everyone down for a quick meeting before lunch to prep for the afternoon session with the cast. Meredith runs through the different looks for the cast and you try hard to not blush when she gets to Dieter.
“So for Dieter’s character. He’s the head of the department, so we’re going to keep him very styled for the office scenes, especially since he’ll be in a suit,” she commented and continued to run down the other actors.
Fuuuck a suit. Men in suits were one of your weaknesses, so you suddenly are very excited that one of tomorrow’s scenes will have Dieter in a suit and tie.
At the end of the meeting, Meredith calls on you and asks if you could take the lead today when it was hair and makeup's turn to present. Caught off guard, you say yes but afterward you pull her aside.
"Isn't that something you would do?"
"Yea, but I've done it a million times, it's a good learning opportunity for you. And don't be nervous, you'll be great. I wouldn't have suggested it if I thought you were going to be a trainwreck," she laughed.
"W-well, thanks. I appreciate it," you smile.
"C'mon let's get lunch."
During lunch, you decide to check in on Indy to see how her day is doing.
BELLE: How's the read through going? Guess who's leading the talk on hair and makeup with you guys 🤦♀️😬
INDY: it's ok, kinda had a little freak out earlier but it's all good
INDY: and ooo is that you?! Meredith is letting you do it!?
BELLE: It was her idea!
BELLE: Wait why did you freak out?
INDY: just nerves of it all…Dieter was actually really sweet and calmed me down
INDY: He asked about you….😍
BELLE: Asked about what?
INDY: I'm not gonna tell 🤭🤫 See you soon!
Hmm…what is she up to?
“Hey, want to talk through some last-minute stuff before we head over to meet with the cast?” Meredith interrupts your thought.
“Wha- oh yea, that would be awesome.”
She spends the next 15 minutes giving you a crash course on what to expect and some sage advice.
“I don’t really see any divas on this cast so far, everyone seems pretty cool, so this should be pretty easy,” she reassured you. “Besides, you have a friend in the crowd, right?”
“Yea, although she makes me nervous sometimes,” you laugh.
Grabbing your things, you both chit-chat as you make your way over to the ballroom where the cast is set up for the day. Different departments were rolling in throughout the afternoon, introducing key people and answering questions.
The room was configured with several long tables forming a U-shape, with the presenter taking the space in the middle.
Meredith opens the door slowly, peaking in to see if it was time. She was waved in by the assistant director so you followed behind her, making sure to softly close the door. The wardrobe was just wrapping up.
When you walk in, the first person you see is Indy and she gives you a little wave. Dieter was to her left and Sam to her right. After you gave Indy a small smile you look over to Dieter, who was leaning back in his chair. Seeing you, he straightens up and then leans forward, resting both of his forearms on the table. Giving you a quick wink, he moves to rub his chin with his shoulder, trying to nonchalantly play off his sudden change in interest.
Ugh, he looks so good. His neck loo- ok reel it back in. Be professional.
He had his glasses on with a light blue henley-style short-sleeve shirt and black jeans. His hair was rumpled like you remember seeing it earlier this morning.
You try and steady your breathing. For as nervous and shy as you could be with situations in your personal life when it came to your professional life you were a “fucking boss” as Indy put it. You knew you were talented and more than competent to lead this talk.
When it’s your turn, the assistant director introduces Meredith and you. She gives a quick intro, tossing it over to you to talk to the cast about how things were going to be set up in the hair and makeup trailer. You also briefly ran down the general aesthetic you all were going for. The cast seemed receptive and you got some good questions asking about character-specific choices, Sam being especially curious about your plan for his hair.
You answer a few more basic questions, getting peppered unexpectedly by the assistant director on some logistics. But you handled them and appeared unruffled on the outside even though you were freaking out on the inside hoping you were answering how Meredith would.
Thanking everyone for their time you turn to leave and give one last smile to Indy. You flit your eyes over to Dieter trying to remain neutral and professional. He's rubbing his hand down his face, slowing down a bit as he drags his fingers down his mouth still looking at you.
Turn around, turn around. You could feel yourself blushing.
Once you make it outside of the ballroom, Meredith squeezes your arm and tells you what a great job you did.
“I mean it! You are a natural. Now, take the rest of the day off, relax a bit because I am going to be keeping you busy” she chuckles.
“Ha seriously. Well, thanks again for the opportunity, Meredith. I’m really excited.”
“Same, now go, have fun. But please, don’t show up hungover tomorrow. I already know the interns are going to be a disaster and we need to be on our A-game.”
Laughing, you both wave goodbye and head your separate ways. You knew there weren't too many departments left to go, maybe 20 or 30 minutes tops, so you decide to wander around the resort for a bit to meet up with Indy when she finished.
There were some shops on the first floor and window shopping sounded kind of fun. Stepping into the first store, you check the time on your phone and see you have a text.
DIETER: You did great! Very professional – you meant business!
DIETER: Sam seemed pleased with what you have in mind.
You smile, preening at the fact that Dieter thought you did well.
BELLE: Thanks! I hope it wasn’t too boring
BELLE: Wait, aren't you all still there? Shouldn't you be paying attention?
DIETER: No! Not boring at all.
DIETER: And yea, still here. It's just the lawyers telling us what we should and shouldn't do … now THAT is boring haha
DIETER: So, are you done for the day?
Walking out of the store you stop and respond before heading into the art gallery next door.
BELLE: Yea, Meredith gave me the rest of the day off
DIETER: Nice. DIETER: Would you want to hang out when I get out of here? Thinking we could get away from the resort for a bit.
That sends you into a bit of a tailspin. Without the safety net of Indy looking over your responses with you, you simply fire off: I’d love to. What do you have in mind?
DIETER: I have a couple of ideas
Your eyes widen at this. Dammit I fucking hate texting. Did he mean that in a flirty way or just that he literally has a couple of ideas of what to do. Your mind quiets as you see him starting and stopping a text a few times.
DIETER: You looked nice by the way.
What?! Dammit Indy why aren’t you answering your texts. You did text her but realized she was sitting right next to him and probably knew he was texting you. She’s probably loving this.
BELLE: Thanks 🙂
That's neutral enough right?
DIETER: I need to grab keys from Danny before we leave. You good to head out once I'm done?
BELLE: Yea, I'm good. Where should I meet you?
DIETER: The ballroom works.
You continue looking around the gallery. It had paintings from local artists along with photography and small handcrafted items. The woman working gave you a quick rundown of who some of the artists were. You could tell she was bored and wanted someone to talk to, but you found it all interesting. About 10 minutes later your phone dings and your heart races.
INDY: Holy shit you kicked ass! Wanna get a drink to celebrate?
BELLE: Thanks boo 😘
BELLE: Actually, I have plans…
INDY: He was texting you wasn't he? Ugh I was trying so hard to see out of the corner of my eye.
BELLE: Bahaha nosy!
Realizing that they're all done, you start to head over to the ballroom.
INDY: so what's the plan?
BELLE: I don't know…he told me to meet him there and we would head out
INDY: Kk, I'll wait for you 😜
As you make it to the ballroom, you see members of the cast and crew milling about. Indy and Sam are chatting with someone you recognize as one of the writers. Dieter is talking with the director, his face lighting up when he catches sight of you over the man's shoulder. You can tell he's trying to leave the conversation and head your way, but Indy beats him over.
"Are you excited?" She whispers to you as she hugs you.
"Fuck yes, but I'm also super nervous. Do you have any idea what he's up to?"
"No, I actually don't. I swear!"
"But you said he asked about me, asked about what?" You eye her trying to see if she's holding something back.
Laughing, she grabs you by the shoulders. "Relax. He ju-"
Before she could finish her thought, Dieter was next to you both.
"Hi," he smiles.
"Hey." That was all you could muster.
"So, where you kids going?" Indy butts in.
Dieter laughs, seeming to have forgotten Indy was there.
"Uh, it's a surprise," he winks at her.
She smirks and pats him on the shoulder as she heads back over to Sam.
Now being alone, you sense some nerves from Dieter as he rubs the back of his neck. "R-ready?"
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Curious about things from Dieter's perspective? I made a little companion piece to this chapter.
A/N: I originally planned to have this whole day be its own chapter, but alas here we are. I had a couple of Pedro gifs in mind when writing some of this, can you spot them?
Anyway, thanks for reading. Let's see what Dieter has planned. There is some angsty stuff coming up, but nothing too bad.
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Hi there!! I really like your Hypmic fics so far, they're truly amazing!!
So uhm.. can i request a headcanon for samatoki with a younger sister??
She's like in high school and has a little anxiety or depression.
You can add a little, short scenario at the end if you can! Thank you?
Thank you so much! I’m so excited to write more Hypmic fics!! o(≧▽≦)o I like this request a lot, and I love the Aohitsugi siblings. However, there might be some angst here because I actually want this to be realistic if he were to have an even younger sister. Tbh, I wasn't really sure how to write this, but I hope you enjoy reading anyway! ♡
Samatoki Aohitsugi w/ a younger sister
Genres/types: Headcanons (a bit of angst, fluff)
Word count: 1,810
Plot/summary: You’re Samatoki’s youngest sister, age 15/16, who still attends high school. Because of your brother’s line of work, you barely see him, resulting in neglect; and because of your older sister’s disappearance, you’ve developed depression. Being in this family pains you, but Samatoki tries to make it up to you.
UPDATE: Rewrote some stuff. I felt like I wrote this too much like a story than actual headcanons, sorry!
— You're his youngest sister, his only family left. The day Nemu went missing, he became even more protective of you. Because he's an infamous yakuza and leader of MAD TRIGGER CREW, he does his best to keep you hidden. He doesn't want to take the risk of having any of his enemies find out about your existence.
— As a result, you barely see him. Sure, he calls and texts you everyday and sends you money to take care of yourself, but it's just not the same. You used to share this apartment with Nemu, but she's no longer here with you anymore, so it feels even more lonely.
— Everyday is the same. He texts you good morning if he's too busy to call. You eat breakfast by yourself. You walk yourself to school. When the school day is over, you return home to be greeted by silence. You cook dinner for yourself, knowing that there's no one to share it with. Then Samatoki would call you to ask you how you are, to wish you goodnight.
— Some nights, you'd cry yourself to sleep. By time, you've developed depression. Living like this took a huge toll on you. Sometimes you'd stay outside late, worrying your older brother when you won't pick up his calls. You don't do much outside anyway. You just sit by the river, taking in the fresh air.
— Samatoki is always thinking of you though. He wonders what you’re doing, whether you’re holding up. He always looks forward to calling you. He loves listening to your voice.
— But every second of the day, your mind would flashback to the time when the three of you Aohitsugi siblings were together, when Samatoki would ruffle your hair, when Nemu would hug you. You missed those times so much.
— So you looked forward to your brother's calls too. He'd call you at exactly 8 in the morning and at night. You'd sit by your phone waiting for it to ring.
"Hey, (Y/N). How are you doing? How's school today? Are you eating well?"
"Yes, I'm fine, nii-chan. I've cooked myself tonkatsu for dinner today."
"Haha, that's good. As long as it isn't instant noodles. Ah, I wish I could eat dinner with you."
You were silent for a while before saying, "Then eat dinner with me."
"(Y/N), you know I can't—"
"Nii-chan, I can't stand this anymore!" you cry. "I miss you so much. I miss nee-chan too. It's so lonely here... I just want to eat breakfast with you, I want you to greet me when I come home from school, and I want us to cook dinner together! Why can't I just have a normal life with you? I understand why you've made your choices, but I hate how it has come to this."
Samatoki flinches at your words because he understands how you're feeling, but because of his line of work, he just can't be there for you physically.
"(Y/N), I'm sorry... there's nothing that I can do," he says softly.
"...I know."
— But he also knows that he can't just leave you alone like that. He's been having these thoughts linger in the back of his mind for weeks, months even. It was fine leaving you alone before since you had Nemu with you, but Samatoki knows he can't leave you stranded for any longer. To make matters worse, he knows you have depression, so he tries his best to supply you with the best medication and calls you everyday, facetimes you when he isn't busy too.
— After that interaction with your brother, you've stopped picking up his calls on time. This worries him a lot. He knows that you've been doing this before, but he's even more anxious now that you've poured your heart out to him. You haven't picked up your phone for what seems to be ten minutes, but he's already running around Yokohama trying to find you.
"(Y/N)!" he yells.
"Nii-chan...?" you say, looking up at the tall figure from the bottom of the hill.
Samatoki is relieved to see that you're okay. He runs down the hill and embraces you into a tight hug. You return the hug without hesitation as he strokes your hair gently.
"Stop wondering around at night," he hisses. "I was so worried."
You bury your head in his chest. "Sorry" was the only word you could say.
He shakes his head. "No, I should be sorry... I was trying to protect you, but I never really thought about how this would impact you. I wish Nemu was here... she'd know what to do."
"Mhm, I wish that too."
He sighs, still embracing you, never wanting to let you go. Despite the fact you were 15/16, he still thought of you as the child he had to spoon-feed, the child he had to put into bed. In his eyes, you were still that little kid that would pester him to read you your favourite bedtime story.
"(Y/N), I can't live with you the way we both want to," he states. "But I will try to visit you more often. I promise you."
You're not sure how he's going to do that, but he never breaks his promises, so you agree.
— The next time you leave school, he's there waiting outside the gates for you. You didn't recognise that it was him at first due to the stupid disguise he decided to wear, but you were happy to see him nevertheless.
"Nii-chan!" you exclaim, jumping into his arms. "You're here!"
"Yep, I'm here," he says, hugging you back.
— So, that's his plan. From then on, Samatoki hangs out with you in his disguise. He still can't live with you in your apartment as he doesn't want to take the risk, but he's willing to make up for all the lost time by taking you to eat breakfast outside, by picking you up after school, and when he is feeling a little bit risky, he just MIGHT join you for dinner.
"Nii-chan, this is how you cut carrots. Watch carefully, okay?"
"Yes, sensei!"
The two of you prepare the table with the food you have cooked together. You say your thanks before digging in.
"This looks good," Samatoki compliments, pinching your cheek playfully. "You really do know how to cook."
"You should give yourself credit, nii-chan. You helped too!"
He laughs and you follow suit. It's nice to finally eat dinner with him under the same roof. Even if you only have this hour with him, it really feels like you're living a normal life for once.
— He notices how you're a lot happier these days, and this makes him happy too.
– He cares more about your depression than you do. Of course, you were taking care of yourself more than before, but he is frantic about your wellbeing.
"You're taking your meds everyday, right?" he asks. "Make sure you don't miss a day."
"Nii-chan, you're always reminding me anyway," you say. "I'm taking them, don't worry."
– He's surprisingly affectionate, not only with his words, but with his actions too. He likes wrapping his arm around you and ruffling your hair. Nowadays, you see him twice or thrice a week, so he'd hug you during those times too. He never misses an opportunity to kiss your forehead either. You were his dear sister that he loves.
"I love you."
"I love you too, nii-chan."
— He's always so busy leading his subordinates and taking care of Yokohama, but he always looks forward to spending his time with you.
– Since he is able to see you more often nowadays, he's always trying to find a gift for you. He knows you so well that he ends up getting you something you really like.
– Morning and nighttime calls have improved since then too. He'd talk about what he has done with the other members of MTC like how Rio keeps offering him his cooked food. You'd laugh at his stories for which he enjoys your laugher.
– For nighttime calls, he'd stay on the line until you fall asleep. He just wants you to actually go to bed on time.
– Yet when you do hang out in person, he'd take you shopping and you'd eat out together too. You'd force him to try out the family activities Yokohama has to offer. He has to admit that it was pretty fun.
– Whenever he's with you, all he wants to do is spoil you, and because of his status, he is able to do so. He'll give you anything you ask for, no questions asked.
– Because of your age, you don't want to hold hands with him, but he kind of wishes that you did. He reminisces the days when he'd hold your hand when you were younger alongside Nemu too.
— He only wants to see you smile, to be truly happy. He promises you that he'll find Nemu, and that he'll continue to give you the best life he could never have. This time, he'll be there for you in the flesh, to wipe away your tears, to hold you like he used to when you were just a kid.
— Because you're his youngest sister, his only family left after all.
[Extra]
You woke up to the doorbell ringing. As you approached the front door, you checked the peep hole to see who it was. It was the delivery man. You opened the door for him and you were suddenly presented a big bouquet of flowers.
"Order for (Y/N) Aohitsugi," the delivery man states.
"Yes, that's me," you say, astonished at how big the bouquet was.
He hands it over to you, wishing you a good day before taking his leave. You stand there for a while, speechless. You were brought back into reality when your phone began ringing.
Closing the door, you brought the flowers into the kitchen where you placed them on the table. Before you picked up the phone, you caught a glimpse of a card attached to the flowers' stems, it read:
'Happy birthday, (Y/N).
Love, your big brother, Samatoki.'
You beamed happily. So, these were from Samatoki! Of course they were! You were so infatuated with the flowers he had gotten you, you had forgotten to pick up the phone.
"Sorry, nii-chan! I just got your flowers. They're so pretty. Thank you so much!"
"Haha, I'm glad you like them," he says, and you could even hear the smile he has on his face. "Happy birthday, (Y/N). You're 17 now, right? You're growing up so fast, you better calm down."
You laugh at this, and so does he.
"I love you," he continues. "I'll see you later, okay?"
"Yes, nii-chan. I can't wait to see you today!"
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Our Angel
Hello! Welcome to part 1 of my new fic series, featuring Greaser Submas!
No need to worry! I'm still working on Beemas and Love That Bites! This was just something I've been wanting to write for a while. I'm still in love with the Greaser au... And had actually planned to write this waaaay before beemas, but the beemas brainrot hit hard haha.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! （*＾-＾*）
Summary: Walking home one day from college, you hear something strange in the nearby alleyway. Morbidly curious, you decide to venture off from your normal trek home, and come across a guy badly injured. Throwing caution to the wind, you decide to take him home to recover his injuries, unaware how drastically your life is about to change...
CW: Brief description of injuries, injured Emmet, mentions of unhealthy family relationships, minor anxiety
Word Count: 5094 words!
Next: Here
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From the moment you woke up today, you had a feeling it would be different than normal.
You woke up, got ready for your college classes, ate breakfast, just like normal. Your father had even been kind enough to even drive you to campus for once, since you were up a little earlier than usual.
Classes had been almost painfully average. Most of it was just a review for some tests for Friday. As thankful as you were for the chance to study a bit more, you wish you could have just left to study at home.
Still, you dutifully took your notes (again), and left classes as early as possible. If you stayed any longer, you risked one of your classmates cornering you again, asking you to lunch. As much as your parents liked the man, you had no desire to hang out with him. He made you uncomfortable, and you knew you would be miserable if you agreed to go out.
Walking down the street, with your books in your arms, you held back the urge to sigh. The day had been painfully boring so far after all. Wake up, go to school, walk home… Now all you have to do is get home, eat dinner, study, and go to bed.
The perfect ‘good girl’ your parents had always wanted. You blew a tuft of hair out of your face, though turned your head when you heard the sound of laughing.
Over across the street was a park. It was average compared to Nimbasa’s amusement park, but it was a quaint little place. In the park, you could see a group of people having a pokemon battle. Your heart tugged at the sight, and you couldn’t help but be a little envious.
‘No pokemon allowed in our house!’ Your mother’s voice echoed in your head, a rule your parents kept, even as you were an adult.
Your head dipped low as you looked away. It would do no good to dwell on things you could not have.
Besides, all you had to do was finish college, and you would be free.
You couldn’t wait for that day. Until then, you would abide by the strict rules your parents gave you.
Even if you wished for more, at times.
Shaking your head, you continued onwards back home. You still had a bit of a walk, after all. It was best if you got home before too long so you could study some more. If anything, you would be prepared for Friday, and it would keep your parents placated.
Though you were beginning to get incredibly tired of studying almost every evening.
It wasn’t a rule per say, but if your parents didn’t like the place you wanted to go to, they’d heavily guilt trip you into staying, or make up some excuse saying they needed your help with something.
It was better not to push it. It only happened a few times, but they would hold your college over your head if you persisted.
‘We let you live here for free, and pay for your college classes. You agreed to follow our rules. You are not to go out tonight, or we’ll consider that you are going back on our deal.’
It left a bitter taste in your mouth.
You continued on your way, though your pace was noticeably slower than before.
As you got lost in your thoughts on your way home, you tried to ignore the heavy feeling in your heart.
However, you nearly missed what sounded like a clank in an alley you were passing. It brought you out of your musings, and you paused for a moment.
You stared into the alley way. It was a long one, one that had a crossroad down the middle. You could have sworn you had heard something.
Just as you shrugged and took a step to move on, you heard it again.
Clink!
You looked around you, to see if anyone had heard it, but no one walking down the streets seemed to care, all wrapped up in their own business.
Before you could consider just moving along again, you heard it once more.
Clink! Clink!
Right after you heard the strange sound again, you tilted your head when you swore you heard a groan.
It could be anything, you were sure. In fact, it was more than likely just a pokemon searching for food in the trash. Or it could even be someone who works in the stores on this street, restocking, or taking a break, or something.
Something easily explainable, no need to go check out a dark alley just for curiosity’s sake.
Though as you nearly decided to leave, you heard the same groan once more, followed by a very weak sounding cough.
Biting your lip, you debated with yourself. Going into an alley like this without a pokemon was just asking for trouble, but…
You couldn’t help but feel drawn to it. Like something wasn’t right.
Slowly, you took a step forward into the alley, feeling tense and nervous. You were ready to bolt at any second, should anything go wrong.
Your books were tightly held in your arms as you made your way towards the corner. If you were being honest with yourself, you were almost frightened by what you may find. And yet… The idea excited you. You couldn’t recall the last time your heart pounded like this.
As you came to the corner, you slowed to a stop, freezing when you heard another ‘clink!’ like noise.
It was now or never. Surely it was nothing, and you’ll get to ease your worries, and say you had a fun mini adventure on an average boring day.
Taking a deep breath, you slowly peered around the corner, and stepped back in shock.
On the ground was a man, with very obvious injuries. Even though he was a bit away from you, you could tell he had several bruises, and must be bleeding from somewhere, if the little pool of dried blood under him was any indication.
He was wearing leather, and had what you assumed was white hair, but it was hard to tell from all the blood in it. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he almost looked like those greaser guys you heard about around campus…
You nearly jumped when you heard another clink. Your eyes snapped a bit to the left, and your eyes widened.
A Galvantula was by a trash can, hitting it with its front legs.
Was that his pokemon?
Just as you thought that, the spider pokemon saw you peering, and let out a little squeak. The pokemon then carefully scuttled towards you, but kept its distance. You noticed it stayed between you and the man on the ground, but didn’t seem aggressive.
Taking a step forward, you pointed to the man, hands shaking.
“M-May I check on him? Make sure he’s okay?” You asked, feeling a little silly, but nervous. You heard most pokemon could understand human speech, but you didn’t know for sure. The last thing you wanted was for the poor thing to attack you, thinking you were going to do more damage.
However, after asking, you nearly jumped back in surprise when the spider pokemon squeaked, and scuttled over to you. It gently tugged at your pants, tugging you forward.
Briefly, you wondered if perhaps the pokemon was making those noises earlier to draw someone’s attention…
You didn’t have time to think about it, with the pokemon now pushing you forward.
“W-Woah! Easy!” You said, nearly tripping over your feet. The Galvantula tapped its legs against the ground anxiously, but refrained from pushing you again.
Lowering yourself to the ground, you gently sat your books to the side, and looked over the man.
He was on his stomach, and slightly curled in on himself. He must have been taking quite a beating.
Gently, you poked him on the shoulder. He let out a groan.
“Okay… good news, he isn’t dead…” you mumbled. But he didn’t look good. He almost curled in further on himself, and was shaking with each breath he took.
You debated on what to do, before shaking your head. Glancing over at the spider, you showed it your hands.
“I’m going to try and flip him over, and see his injuries, okay?” You told it, and it seemed to nod at you. Pleased you got the pokemon’s permission, you gently grabbed the man’s shoulder that was farthest from you, and rolled him over.
The whole time, your heart was back to thudding in your chest. You were nervous, and a bit anxious over what you might see.
The man let out a moan of pain at the action, but didn’t resist you. Though you gasped when you saw a little bit of his wounds and face.
He had a swelling black eye, and a gnarly cut on his head. He also had a bruise on his chin, and a busted lip.
His white shirt was covered in blood, that especially had you worried.
Carefully, you lifted his shirt, and were surprised at the lack of open wounds. There were a few, but it was mostly bruises, and the open wounds weren’t heavily bleeding.
“Is this blood not all his own?” You mumbled, eyebrows scrunched together as you thought out loud
Taking another look at his jacket, you grimaced at the blood outside of it.
Well, this guy certainly didn’t go out without a fight.
Shaking your head, you slipped your backpack off, and reached inside. You had some tissues you could use to clean him up a little. You even had some band aids you could use on the smaller wounds.
Grabbing a water bottle with your tissues, you slowly began to clean up his face. He almost seemed to relax when the damp kleenex dabbled across his skin.
After a few moments, you reached to grab a new tissue, and when you looked back, you jumped.
The guy was awake, staring right at you.
Despite the condition he was in, you were taken aback by his silver eyes. They were beautiful…
You were frozen, and couldn’t look away.
Though when he spoke, it seemed to pull you from your trance.
“Am I in heaven?” He asked, his tone flat. You shook your head, giving a small smile to try and reassure him.
“No silly, you’re still-“
“-Because I must be looking at an angel.” He finished, cutting you off. His blank face then morphed into a dopey-lovey looking one with a wide smile. Your jaw dropped, and you felt your face growing hot.
“N-No! I’m no angel. I’m glad you are awake though, I should probably dial an ambulance-“ you spoke, and nearly squeaked when his arm shot out, grabbing your wrist.
He coughed a bit before speaking.
“No hospitals…!” He coughed again, wincing in pain, “Ingo will kill me if I end up in one again.”
You had no idea who ‘Ingo’ was, but given he was probably a greaser, he’d probably have a lot of trouble headed his way for ending up in one.
“Okay, I won’t call a hospital then…” you told him, a bit uncertain with yourself. He really needed professional medical attention, not just tissues and a bottle of water.
His smile returned though, and you felt your face flush as he watched you.
You thought for a moment, and let out a shaky sigh. You didn’t really have anyone you could call, but you didn’t want to leave him here, or upset him by calling an ambulance anyway.
What could you do?
Suddenly, a stray thought crept up in the back of your mind.
‘Your parents are out late tonight, both on a date… You could take him home… It’s not far…’
Biting your lip, you wondered if that would be truly wise, bringing an injured stranger into your home...
But when you looked down at him, and saw his wounds, how some were still bleeding, you made a decision. You just hoped it wouldn’t come back and bite you.
With your decision made, you quickly put your books away in your bag, and slung it over your shoulder, before reaching for the injured man beneath you.
“Come here.” You whispered, and gently began tugging him upward. He didn’t resist you, but he did look a bit confused.
“Angel?” He asked you, and you ignored the nickname. This was important. You could be flustered later.
“If you won’t let me dial an ambulance, I need to take you home so I can patch you up. It’s not far from here, and we can take the back alleys.” You quietly explained as you helped him to his feet, and wrapped an arm over your shoulders to steady him.
He stumbled a bit as he struggled to find his balance, but he eventually found it after leaning on you for a moment. However, you could tell moving put him in a lot of pain.
“Okay, Angel.” He slurred, his eyes narrowed as he tried to keep himself together. You couldn’t help but give him a worried look. This poor guy…
Before you got to walking, you looked at his Galvantula, who seemed curious, but ready to follow wherever you led them.
“I’m taking him to my house, would you please help keep an eye out on our way there? These alleyways are not very safe…” You explained. The little spider gave you a nod, followed by a chirp. You assumed that meant they understood.
It definitely made you feel a little bit better at least. You wouldn’t be defenseless if you both were jumped.
Carefully, you began to walk. It was slow, but the man was thankfully able to keep a pace without too much difficulty. You decided to take that as a good sign, though you hated making him walk in the first place.
Though every so often, he would talk, his words occasionally slurring.
“You’re verrry pretty, Angel.”
“I must be incrrredibly lucky, I have my own guardian Angel.”
“Hng… Ingo is going to be so jealous… When I tell him…”
You decided he must have hit his head too hard. No doubt he must have had a concussion, with all the silly things he was saying.
Though that didn’t exactly help your anxieties about the man’s health.
Still, despite the rough condition he was in, he was able to make most of the walk to your house without much trouble. He only had to stop a few times, but otherwise, was able to keep up.
You thanked whatever deity was watching over you that the remaining walk home had been a short one. Especially since it was still daylight, and you had been worried about someone seeing the man, and asking you about it.
Thankfully, even as you escorted him past the main parts of the city into your neighborhood, no one saw you carry him towards the suburban alley way. If they did, no one said a word.
Finally, you approached the gate to your backyard, incredibly thankful that your father had not yet bought a lock for it. It was a small struggle, getting the old gate open, but you managed.
Carrying the man through your backyard, you carefully maneuvered him to your back door. Though you mentally cursed, realizing the door was locked.
“Here, lean against this.” you said, gently having him lean against the wall near the door.
“M’kay, Angel…” He mumbled, doing as you asked. You tried not to fret over how quiet he had gotten, compared to how he was mumbling earlier.
Quickly, you scrambled for the spare key, ignoring how shaky your hands had gotten. Once you found it, you made quick work of the lock, and pushed the door open. You hid the key once more, and once again had the man lean on you to walk.
Once inside your house, you made your way through the home, before making it to the stairs. It was a bit of a struggle, but slowly, you managed to get the injured man to the second floor, and to your bedroom.
Carefully, you led him to your bathroom. You especially thanked any god listening that your parents let you have a room with a bathroom, or this would be so much more difficult.
As if you were carrying glass, you gently sat him down on the closed toilet, and took a moment to catch your breath. The man easily sat down, also happy to relax for a moment. All the while, his cute Galvantula jumped up onto the bathroom counter to observe.
“Here. Rest here, and I’ll do my best to patch you up. I have a first aid kit here.” you softly told him, hoping he was able to somewhat comprehend your words.
His head lifted up a bit, and he gave you a dopey smile.
“Whaaatever you say, Angel.” he slurred, before his head rolled a bit, before hanging low again.
You had to fix him up, fast.
Quickly, you grabbed the first aid kit under your sink, thankful your father insisted every bathroom have one.
Putting the large box on the counter next to the pokemon, you quickly opened it up, and nearly sighed in relief when you saw it was mostly untouched. You figured as much, but you did not want to dig around the other first aid kits, just in case your family noticed something was out of place.
Moving a bit to a cabinet on the wall behind you, you pulled out a few rags. Once again, you were thanking any deity listening, especially for the fact your towels and rags were black. Blood could still be noticeable, but not near as bad as any other color. You could probably wash them out before your parents even got home if you are quick enough.
Carefully, you wet down a rag, and bent down in front of the man. You gently cupped his face, grabbing his attention.
“Sir? I need you to stay awake so I can clean your wounds, okay?” You told him. His eyes fluttered open, and he gave you a small smile.
“Okay.” You gave him a nod and a small smile.
“Good. I apologize, but this will eventually sting.” You warned him. You were cleaning the blood off with water, but when you used the medicine to clean the wounds further, you had no doubt it would hurt.
The man playfully scoffed, though it came out more as a wheeze.
“I c’n handle ‘t.” He spoke, trying to sound touch as he gave you a smile. Though he kept swaying, and seemed to slur his words even harder. You had to work fast.
Thankfully though, you didn’t have to worry too much about him bleeding out, most of his wounds had started scabbing over, only a few still trying to bleed. You winced as you tugged at his white shirt. You probably should have ripped some clothes or something to help it stop the bleeding. You were such an idiot, you were lucky he was still awake.
Tossing the rag into the sink, you grabbed another, and some peroxide and ointment. You then bit your lip, before tugging on his jacket.
“I need to remove your jacket and shirt, sir…” You told him, fighting the urge to become flustered. He was injured, no need to make it weird.
“I am Emmet.” You heard him speak. Was that his name?
“Okay, Emmet. I’m going to remove your jacket and shirt, okay?” You told him gently. He fluttered his eyes at you, his grin widening.
“‘Course, Angel, anything f’ you.”
He then started to shrug off his jacket, which you quickly took off his hands and tossed to the side. You had to help him with the shirt though, his wounds a bit painful to do on his own.
Though when he got his shirt off, you were incredibly thankful to whoever was watching your life right now. The wounds weren’t quite as bad as you feared, but you still had work to do if you wanted to help him get out of this alive without infection.
You got to work, grabbing some bandages as well, and setting them off to the side as you began to clean. If you could get the bleeding to stop, and clean these quickly, you could get the wounds bandaged immediately.
The moment you began to clean and put pressure on some wounds, Emmet hissed in pain. You were surprised when he jolted away from you, before making himself relax. Maybe he was a bit more lucid than you thought? Or he had one hell of a pain tolerance up to this point.
Though you had to ask yourself just how big of a concussion he must have when he spoke to you again as you began bandaging a wound.
“D’ya like what y’ see?” He teased, and you attempted to ignore his question. He had a bit of muscle, some slim abs, and noticeable pecs. However, you didn’t want to become distracted when the guy was still so incredibly injured.
“You are very injured, forgive me if I am a bit more worried about your wounds than your muscles.” You told him, though your words weren’t harsh. You swore you heard him chuckle.
He then let out a whine as you cleaned and wrapped another injury, one of his hands curled into a fist, before relaxing. You couldn’t help but frown.
“Sorry! I’m trying to be gentle.” You told him. It wasn’t your fault, but you couldn’t help but feel bad for him, knowing this must hurt a lot.
He simply gave you another smile. You wondered how he could do so when no doubt in a lot of discomfort.
“S’okay, Angel. You’re p’fect”
Thinking for a moment, you spoke up, giving him your name. He blinked. “What?”
“That’s my name.” you repeated.
“Okay, Angel.”
You had a feeling Angel was probably your new name from him now. There was a chance he wouldn’t remember much of this, and it seemed Angel was the easiest for him to use.
After you had the bleeding wounds under control, you shifted your focus onto his head. That cut wasn’t bleeding, much to your surprise, but it still looked fairly nasty.
Leaning in close, you began to clean it, only to pause when you heard Emmet speak.
“You’re so gorgeous.”
You then turned to his Galvantula, who had been watching on the counter patiently.
“I think your master hit his head too hard.”
The spider made some clicks in reply, but you simply turned back to Emmet, who was now pouting.
“I mean it. Y’re gorgeous.”
You clicked your tongue, trying to focus.
“Hush. You have a concussion.”
You could test that, but you almost had no doubts he had one. It made blaming his odd behavior on it a bit easier.
This guy was also possibly a huge flirt, you had heard of his type. It would be best to ignore him and not engage in his compliments, no matter how much they made you feel warm inside.
After you finished cleaning the head wound, you began to put on some ointment, and get ready for some bandages. As you were unwrapping the bandages, Emmet spoke again.
“My beautiful Angel, no, a god!” he spoke, staring right at you. You wanted to rub your temples.
Dear Arceus, he upgraded.
“My own guardian angel… What’d I do t’ deserve you?” he mumbled, looking a little more out of it. It would be sweet, if you weren’t so concerned about him. It seemed the exhaustion was finally catching up to him.
You just hoped he wasn’t passing out from blood loss. But you patched those wounds, and they hadn’t bled too much after you found him…
Still, you couldn’t be sure.
Thankfully, you were nearly done cleaning him up, and finished securing the bandage around the wound on his head.
You bit your lip as you looked him over. Where would you put him? Your bed? Maybe you could hide him out on the floor out of sight from your door, in case your parents came to check on you?
That wouldn’t be too bad. You could grab some blankets hidden away in one of the hall closets, and make sure he was comfortable, and he’d be out of sight.
Looking at Emmet, the poor man was slouching, and was more than likely almost asleep. Biting your lip, you gently went over, and put your hand on his cheek.
“Hey, I’m going to move you now, okay? So you can get some rest.”
He didn’t say anything, simply humming in response. However, he did nuzzle into your palm. You decided to take that as an ‘okay’.
You also did your best to ignore how cute it was.
Nodding to yourself, you then gave him a moment, before looping your arms under his own.
“Here we go-” you spoke, grunting when you began to help lift him up. He was even shakier than before, and struggled to find his footing.
When he started to sway, you struggled to hold him steady, and nearly panicked.
“M’Sorry, Angel…” you heard him groan out, and he stumbled over his own feet. The moment you felt him start to tumble, you panicked, and tried to hold him still. It proved to be futile, he began to fall, and you were going down with him.
…Right into the bathtub.
You both fell in rather clumsily, with you landing on his chest as he fell in on his back.
It took you a moment to gather your thoughts, before you quickly began to panic. You were straddling the man, as he lay dizzy on the floor of your tub.
“Oh my gosh, are you alright!?” You asked, quickly looking him over. Did you open any of his wounds? Did he hit his head?
His eyes blinked open, and he gave you a lazy grin. You then felt his arms wrap around you suddenly, and pull you back to his chest. A squeak left your lips as you were pressed against his bare chest, and you felt your face light up.
“N’ver better, Angel.” he spoke, his words heavy as he laid his head down on the floor of the tub. You briefly struggled against his grip, before finally relenting. He held you tight, and you didn’t wish to worsen his injuries after you had just patched him up.
You stayed that way for a while, your own body pressed against his.
It wasn’t so bad. If it wasn’t for the fact you were worried about his wounds, and were in a bathtub, you would even consider this kinda… comfy, if the situation wasn’t so odd.
And the fact he was, you know, a stranger. A stranger that was half naked and injured.
You weren’t sure how long it was until you felt him relax, and his breathing even out. Carefully, you lifted yourself up, and put his arms to the side.
Thankfully he never woke up. You weren’t sure if that was a good sign or not.
A little bit shaky, you stood up, and stepped out of the tub. Your eyes met the Galvantula, who was staring at you curiously from the floor. Glancing back at her owner, who was knocked out still in the tub, you let out a small huff.
“I’m… Going to go and grab some pillows and blankets to make him more comfortable.” you muttered, and quickly left the bathroom.
It didn’t take long to grab the stuff you needed. As you put the stuff aside outside the bathroom, when you went in to check on Emmet, you nearly gasped at the cute sight.
The Galvantula had crawled into the tub, and was now resting on the greaser. Emmet, still asleep, had subconsciously wrapped his arms around her, and held her close as they snuggled.
It was a genuinely cute sight. Precious, if you dare say so.
Quietly, you carried a few pillows and blankets in. The pokemon only gave you a glance, before going back to relaxing on her trainer. Carefully, you placed a pillow under him, and two blankets on top of both. You set a few more pillows inside, before deciding it was enough.
You watched them for a few more moments, before a thought hit you. Just as quiet as you entered, you left, heading to the kitchen. You grabbed a few painkillers, and a sticky note on the way back in your room, and wrote a note, before putting both on the side of the tub.
Hopefully he’d notice the bright blue note if he woke up.
Gently, you closed the door behind you as you left, and sat down on your bed. Letting out a sigh, you dropped your head into your hands, and groaned.
“What am I doing?” you asked yourself, as everything hit all at once. For some Arceus-forsaken reason, you saved some random greaser guy on the street. You didn’t even call the cops, or an ambulance, like you should have.
This was such a bad idea. Probably a huge mistake.
The stranger in your home wasn’t even the only issue! What if your parents found out? No doubt the man would be arrested on the spot, and you would be locked inside your own home for years. Even if you were a grown adult, you doubted your parents would let you live freely for such a ‘transgression’.
Not only was it a boy, it was a greaser. A greaser who no doubt was trouble given how you found him.
But… you may have saved his life. If you hadn’t walked into the alley from sheer morbid curiosity, who knows what would have happened? Would anyone have found him? Would anyone have cared to even call an ambulance, given he was a greaser? You knew a large group of people didn’t care for the gangs running around, so would anyone have cared to call anyone for this guy?
It made you sick to your stomach. Even if you weren’t sure if this was a good idea, you can’t say you regret trying to help him. You wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself if you had just left him there.
You glanced back at the bathroom door, and bit your lip. Your hands shook as you finally took in everything that happened today.
Hopefully this won't come back and bite you.
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Hii! I loved your Feitan x reader story and if you are taking requests at the moment I was wondering if you’d write another about him. My idea is that reader is in the troupe and she/I/we have no-strings attached secret sex arrangement but he we both get feelings. You don’t have to do exactly that just anything with Feitan I’ll be happy with haha <33
Thank you! I'm really happy you liked it 😇. I hope you like this one as well. I certainly loved writing this one 🤓
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‘We stay here’, ‘Here? Aren’t we supposed to keep a low profile?’. Your eyes darted towards the fancy reception and the girl behind it. ‘Boss texted me the address’.
It was only natural that Feitan would keep such an important piece of information to himself.
‘Thanks for letting me know, partner’. ‘Don’t roll your eyes at me’, his cold gaze never failed to send shivers down your spine. ‘Just get the keys to our rooms, please’, you sighed while sitting down on one of the leather couches.
You watched Feitan walk towards the receptionist, his hands nonchalantly placed in his pockets. He somehow looked different tonight. Even with the exorbitant chandelier and the unnaturally clean floor, Feitan didn’t seem to feel out of place – unlike you.
‘Got it’. ‘Where’s the key to my room?’. ‘Only one room left tonight, so we’ll need to share’, he closed his eyes for a second before turning around, ‘Didn’t know it would be a problem’.
A problem? It wasn’t exactly a problem, but you were never that close to Feitan. You adored Shalnark, Uvo, the girls… But Feitan always kept his distance. It’s only natural that sleeping in one room with Feitan is uncomfortable, right?
‘Woooh’, your eyes lit up when Feitan opened the door to the room. This was definitely different from your usual abandoned factories or warehouses. ‘Feitan look!’, you hurried over to the fridge, ‘They have onigiri in here, my favorite!’. ‘I asked someone to place it there. Thought you would want a snack’.
Your eyes darted towards Feitan. He looked as cold as ever, but this wasn’t like him… Or was it? You never got a chance to talk to him, since he always rejected any form of small talk with you. Maybe being paired with him wasn’t as bad as you thought.
‘Thanks’, you smiled at him while throwing the wrapper away, but he already disappeared into the bathroom.
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‘Fei, hurry up, I want to shower. You’ve been in there for 40 minutes’, you knocked on the bathroom door.
‘Calm down’.
Well, this moment was at the top of the list of your most embarrassing moments. Feitan – apparently – didn’t mind you seeing him ‘au naturel’.
‘S-shit Fei, at least cover yourself before opening the door’, you quickly turned around, covering your burning cheeks with your arm.
‘Why?’.
‘B-Because-‘, ‘Stop acting childish and get dressed. We still have things to do before tomorrow’. ‘H-hey!’, you hastily took off the towel he threw over your head. ‘Ew!’, a sour look in your eyes once you realized that it was a used one. ‘Hurry up’. ‘Yes boss’, you narrowed your eyes at his command.
‘He looked kind of pretty with his wet hair and-‘, you quickly shook the thoughts away, focusing your attention on the hot water streaming down your back. You couldn’t think about him like that, you knew that, but it wasn’t your fault that he stood naked in front of you. It’s only normal that you thought about him, right? It's not like you've seen anyone else in the troupe naked.
‘I’m leaving in 10 minutes’.
Your whole body froze when you heard his cold voice. He sounded close, too close.
‘F-Fei! You can’t just come in here when I’m showering!’, you hastily grabbed a towel, holding it in front of your naked body.
‘Why?’.
Feitan loved this, he loved every moment. He wasn’t stupid. Feitan knew he couldn’t just waltz in the bathroom while you were showering… but how couldn’t he? You left the door slightly open, as if you wanted him to see you like this. He was looking through the crack anyway, he might as well enjoy this some more. Feitan always loved it when you were flustered or embarrassed. You were just so cute with your shy voice and pink cheeks. Not to mention the way your brows always drew together, trying to put on a mad expression, all to hide your embarrassment.
‘I swear to God, Fei, if you don’t leave now-‘. ‘Leaving in 5. You better hurry up if you want to come… Don’t forget to wear this’, you followed the finger that pointed towards the door. ‘Huh?’, you looked at the hanger, ‘A dress?’. ‘You need to listen when boss talks’.
He wasn’t wrong. Your attention span was probably shorter than that of a goldfish, but it never mattered. Your fellow troupe members always knew what was going on and informed you, but Feitan wasn’t much of a talker.
---
‘Know you won’t like it, but you’ll need to act submissive’. ‘Excuse me?’, you raised a brow, taking your eyes off the passing buildings. ‘Club where we’re going treats women like property, ‘And why exactly are we going there?’.
Your heart started to race. You’ve always hated the way men often felt entitled to treat women like shit.
‘Haven’t you heard a word boss said during the meeting?’, Feitan’s cold eyes locked with your heated ones, ‘Need to rob the place tomorrow so we need to see where they keep the goods’. ‘Fine’, you crossed your arms in discontent, there was nothing you could do about it anyway.
‘We’re here. Just follow my lead’, ‘Yeah yeah, fine’, you angrily smacked the door of the car.
‘This yours?’.
‘This?’. You already needed to gather every ounce of self-control to not beat the shit out of that pig.
‘Yes’, Feitan looked at the guard, ‘She’s mine’.
His? Just another small detail Feitan forgot to mention.
‘Will she be shared?’.
‘Think about the mission Y/N, just keep your head down’.
‘No.’, Feitan narrowed his eyes, a slight change in his aura. ‘How unfortunate. Her beauty is remarkable’. ‘She’s mine and mine alone’.
‘I see… Well, enjoy your stay’, the man roughly grabbed your arm, ‘Not too fast darling, still have to give you a number’. You wanted to throw up when you could feel the man stamping a number on your wrist in red ink. ‘Now you can hop behind your master, little thing’.
---
‘Can’t believe this’, you angrily murmured while sitting on Feitan’s lap, ‘No seats for women? What’s wrong with this place’. ‘Behave’.
You jolted when you could feel Feitan’s nails digging into your thigh.
‘H-hey stop!’. ‘Act the part or I’ll have to discipline you in front of everyone. They’re already looking at us’.
He was right. All the men and their ‘properties’ had their eyes on the two of you.
‘Want to keep a low profile, behave. Still haven’t found the safe’. ‘Fine’, you dropped your eyes to the ground.
You tried to sit as still as possible, but your leg started to cramp. You tried to – as subtle as possible – sit a little more comfortably. It should feel awkward to have your ass rubbing over Feitan’s crotch when you readjusted your position, but it didn’t.
‘H-huh’, your eyes widened when Feitan placed his hands around your waist, keeping you in place. ‘Stop’, his lips hovered next to your ear.
God, you felt so embarrassed at how good it felt to have his member rubbing against you. This shouldn’t be happening. You shouldn’t feel turned on by this, but you truly couldn’t help it. You loved this, the way you were his for a few hours.
‘Sorry, had a cramp’, your hands were tugging at your dress.
You tried to sit still for a few minutes, but your mind was filled with lewd thoughts of Feitan. You hadn’t slept with anyone in so long, you couldn’t help that the tiniest friction turned you on.
‘Y/N stop’, Feitan, once again, held you in place. ‘Why? I just want to sit comfortably’, you looked at your hands, a guilty smile on your face. ‘Don’t’, Feitan tightened his grip around your waist, ‘If I tell you to stop, you stop’.
You straightened your back before shuffling your ass closer to Feitan. A mistake. A mistake that cost you your dignity. It never felt so hard to suppress a whimper once you could feel Feitan’s hard member pressing against your panties.
‘Brat’. ‘Hm?’, you looked over your shoulder, eyes as innocent as ever. ‘Want to act clueless?’.
Your eyes shot wide open when you saw his devilish grin.
‘I’m your master here, don’t forget that’, his hands started guiding your hips, letting you grind over his hard member. ‘F-fei stop’, you tried to hide your burning cheeks. ‘Don’t get shy now. You were the one that started this’. ‘W-we need to focus on the mission-‘, ‘Found the safe the minute we walked in here’.
Bastard.
‘F-fuck you, Fei’, you pressed your legs together. ‘I enjoy seeing you like this, being submissive suits you’.
You could just walk away, right? Fei knew where the safe was, there was no need for you to put up with this anymore.
‘L-let me go’, you tried to stand up, but Feitan was quick to remind you of his strength. ‘Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this’.
‘Everything alright here?’, one of the waiters looked at Feitan, ‘Someone can discipline her if you want’. You could see the waiter looking at you, a smug expression on his face. ‘You must be proud, she’s beautiful’. ‘Because I take good care of her’, Feitan replied coldly, ‘But I’ll discipline her myself. That’s why we’ll be leaving now’. ‘Of course, sir. We hope to see you again soon’.
Feitan roughly grabbed your wrist, pulling you behind him. You thought the atmosphere would change once you were in the car, but it didn’t.
‘You disrespected me’, ‘Just let it go Fei’, you looked out of the window, trying to ignore the warm feeling between your legs. ‘You’re lucky I knew where the safe was, otherwise I had to punish you in front of everyone’. ‘I said let it go’, you rolled your eyes, ‘The mission for today is finished’. ‘It’s finished when your punishment is over’.
You jolted when you could feel Feitan’s hand between your legs.
‘S-stop’, your cheeks blushed at the thought of the driver that was sitting in the front. ‘Stop?’, Feitan smirked, ‘When you’re this wet?’. ‘Shit Fei, keep your mouth shut!’, you wanted to push him away, but he swiftly grabbed your wrist, stopping you. ‘Don’t worry’, he placed your hand on his crotch, ‘I want this just as bad as you do’.
Your eyes went round when you could feel how hard he was. Was he like this with everyone? Did he sleep with Machi? Or Shizuku?
‘Shut up Fei’, you pulled away, turning your back towards him. ‘Don’t need to talk to make you feel good’.
---
‘Just one time, okay?’, you whispered in between kisses, back pressed against the mattress.
This wasn’t right, you knew that, but you wanted this. You craved him.
‘Hm’, Feitan hummed while leaving another mark on your neck, ‘Just once’.
Honestly, you never knew this was going to happen. You never knew Feitan could drive you this crazy.
‘Pretty’, Feitan hummed while rubbing his tip against your entrance, ‘You’re pretty when you’re this wet for me’. ‘What did you expect when you teased me like that in the car’. ‘You started this’, Feitan grabbed your jaw, forcing you to lock your eyes with his, ‘Want you to look at me when I make you feel good’.
Your eyes flew shut when you felt him inside you. He was big, bigger than you expected.
‘Asked you to look at me’, he softly tapped on your cheek, as to bring your attention back to him, ‘You better listen if you want to come’. ‘S-shit Fei’, you swallowed away a moan, tangling your hands in his hair, ‘Feels so good’.
‘Stop talking’, he pressed his hand on your mouth while looking at how his member disappeared inside you, ‘Only want to hear you beg’.
And you did. You begged for him to let you come over and over again, but he never let you. This was all a game to him, to see how long it would take for you to break.
‘Want to come?’, Feitan smirked while pressing your face into a pillow, his free hand cupping one of your breasts. ‘P-please, please Fei’. ‘Still want this to be a one-time thing?’, he smirked while thrusting into you, each time harder than before. ‘N-no, want this every night’, you started tugging on the sheets, still trying to find your relief. ‘What if I tell you I don’t? Would that make you sad?’, he moved towards your most sensitive spot. ‘Y-yes’, you unwillingly squirmed at his unexpected touch. ‘Because no one ever fucked you like this? No one ever made you feel this desperate?’. ‘F-fei please…’, you nodded your head to show a sign of affirmation.
‘Tch, look at you. You’re a mess’.
You were. Your mascara was running down your cheeks; you couldn’t stand up straight anymore; … Feitan had fucked you dumb.
‘Fine, you can come’.
Finally.
‘F-fei don’t stop, please’, you grabbed his wrist, forcing his hand in place, ‘Don’t stop touching me’. ‘Just come already’.
And you did. You loved the way he sounded so uninterested, unbothered even.
‘Shit’, Feitan didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to fill you up already, but you clenched around him so good, feeling so tight. He couldn’t control himself anymore.
‘I’ll get a towel’, he pulled out, not bothering to look at you.
After he cleaned you up, nothing much was said anymore. Feitan just turned off the lights and turned his back towards you.
‘Hey Fei?’, you turned around to look at him, letting your eyes wander over his back. The moonlight revealed every scar, every bruise on his back, including the scratches you caused.
‘What?’.
‘Can’t we make some sort of arrangement?’. ‘Arrangement?’.
Please say yes.
‘Let’s do this more often, just sex, no feelings. No strings attached’. ‘Okay’.
Great. Just as talkative as ever.
‘Okay’, you smiled while turning around. ‘Can you stop talking now? Tired, want to sleep’.
That’s Feitan for you.
---
‘Shut up, Shalnark and Uvo are in the room next to ours’.
How many times? How many times did you sleep with Feitan by now? You couldn’t remember anymore. Ever since your little ‘agreement’, Feitan took you where- and whenever he wanted.
‘T-then stop teasing me’. ‘Shut up’, Feitan smirked while pressing your head onto the cold table that was standing in the abandoned room.
‘Make me’.
‘Tch, brat’, Feitan narrowed his eyes, swiftly turning you around, ‘I’ll cut out your tongue if I have to’. ‘You won’t’, you wrapped your hands around his wrists, trying to loosen his grip around your throat. ‘Don’t tempt me, brat’.
‘You won’t’.
‘Fine’, Feitan’s devilish smirk appeared again, ‘Want to tempt me some more?’. Tears shimmered in your eyes once you could feel the cold metal of his knife against your cheek. ‘Come on, do it’.
He loved this, he loved seeing you shiver underneath him.
‘What’s wrong? Lost your tongue?’. ‘Do it’, you frowned, trying to ignore the knot that appeared in your stomach. Feitan’s eyes widened when he could feel you clench around him, he never expected you to like this as much as he did.
‘You’re just as twisted as I am, aren’t you?’, he moved his knife to your throat, pressing it against the soft skin. ‘F-fuck’, you closed your eyes, mind filled with pleasure, ‘Harder Fei, fuck me harder’.
Feitan’s eyes were fixed on the drop of blood that dripped down your throat. He smirked before licking up the drop of blood. He wanted more, he needed more of you.
‘Going to come’, Feitan grabbed your jaw with his other hand, ‘Thank me for filling you up, or you won’t come’. ‘T-thank you Fei’, you arched your back while tugging on his hair, ‘Thank you for making me feel good, for always breeding me s-so good’. ‘Good girl’, he started to rub circles on your sensitive spot, ‘You can come with me’.
‘Fei? Y/N?’, Uvo knocked on the door, ‘Boss called us, we can leave’.
Right. You were here to retrieve some goods that were left behind from the previous heist.
---
‘A mission with the whole Troupe? This is awesome’, you grabbed Pakunoda, pulling her closer, ‘And it’s not even a hard one. We can basically party!’.
‘Can you take this more seriously?’, Chrollo closed his eyes, ‘You girls need to keep that creep occupied in his club while the others grab the goods from the vault’.
‘Don’t worry, we’ll manage’, Machi replied coldly.
---
‘Is that him? He is pretty’, Shizuku pulled on the fabric of her dress, trying to cover up her breasts a little bit more. ‘He is, isn’t he?’, you widened your eyes when you saw the target.
‘Girls seriously’, Chrollo sighed while looking out the car window, ‘Be careful, he is a pervert’. ‘Fei will watch us, right?’, Shizuku sounded as sweet as ever. ‘Hm’, Feitan replied coldly.
Feitan hated this. For some reason, he didn’t want to see other men groping your body, even if it was for a mission.
‘H-hey, watch out!’, you angrily pushed the man that spilled his drink all over you. ‘My bad’, the man smirked, ‘But what’s a pretty thing like you doing here alone?’.
Alone? You weren’t alone. Machi and the other girls were standing right h-
‘Shit’, you hastily looked around, trying to find them. Where did they go? You just went to the bathroom for a minute. ‘You lost?’, the man grabbed your arm, pulling you closer, ‘I can help you find whatever you’re looking for’. His hand traveled down your ass while the other was groping your breasts. ‘Get off me, you creep!’. ‘Don’t worry, everyone’s listening to a speech from the guy that runs this place. No one will even notice. I’ll pay you if you let me fuck you in the bathrooms’. ‘Stop touching me!’, you wanted to grab one of your knives, but before you could, you could see Feitan standing behind the man.
He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even look at you. Within a minute, the stranger was dead, his hands cut off.
‘You’re coming with me. Shizuku and the others will handle this’, ‘F-fei, I can easily take care of myself!’.
Right. As if he was going to listen to you.
‘In the car, now’, Feitan held the door open for you. ‘No!’. ‘Wasn’t asking’, Feitan forcefully pushed you into the car before sitting next to you. ‘Aren’t you supposed to watch the girls?’, ‘Franklin’s watching them’.
So much for conversation. Feitan didn’t bother to answer any of your questions anymore.
‘You’re staying in my room’. ‘Why? I don’t need a babysitter’, you raised your voice, pressing one of the buttons in the elevator. ‘Because I say so’. ‘Shit Feitan, you can’t boss me around like this’. ‘You’re staying in my room’. ‘Maybe if you would’ve just asked me-‘, ‘Don’t care, you’re coming with me’.
You didn’t respond. It was useless to go against him anyway.
‘Asshole’, you sighed while sitting down on his bed, ‘I was having a good time’. ‘A good time? Strangers groping you is what you call ‘a good time’?’. ‘What if I do? It’s none of your business’.
No strings attached. That’s what you both decided.
‘Right’, Feitan’s voice never sounded so quiet before, ‘I’m going to shower. Don’t bother to leave, I’ll find you anyway’.
You sighed while taking off your heels. What was the meaning of this? Feitan never acted like this before, he never raised his voice at you.
‘Doesn’t matter’, you took off your dress, ‘I need to shower too’.
‘Fei?’, you carefully called out for him, ‘Can I join? I’m all sticky because he spilled that drink over me’. ‘Whatever’.
Cold as ever. You got into the shower, standing back-to-back with him. You never showed any form of affection towards each other, not even cuddling after sex. You tried though, many times, but he always pushed you away.
‘Huh?’, your cheeks went red when you felt his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. ‘For what it’s worth, you looked beautiful today’.
Was this Feitan? This couldn’t be him.
‘T-thanks’, you shyly responded, quickly getting out of the shower. ‘Going to sleep’, you said softly, ‘Goodnight Fei’.
You quickly covered yourself underneath the sheets, trying to repress the memories of all the times you wished he held you like that. Yes. You fell for him. You cared for him even though you agreed not to.
You pretended to be asleep once you could feel Feitan laying down next to you. ‘Huh?’, you slowly opened your eyes when you could feel him pulling you closer to him. This was the first time he held you. ‘F-fei are you okay?’. ‘Yes’.
You could feel his nose digging into your hair, his hand softly massaging your breasts.
‘F-fei’, you moaned, already melting under his touch. ‘Hm?’, he placed a swift kiss on your shoulder, moving his hand in between your legs, ‘How can you be this wet already?’. He was smirking, you just knew it. ‘If you want me to make you feel good, just ask’, he slowly pumped his finger in and out your entrance, enjoying the way you sounded under his touch.
‘Turn around’.
It didn’t sound like he ordered you this time. His voice sounded sweet and patient.
‘What?’, you looked into his eyes when you could feel his hand caressing your cheek. A gesture he never did before. ‘Hard time with words, so I’ll show you’. Feitan took his time to study every part of your face.
You were, without a doubt, the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. He loved the way your breathing was heavy, your lips slightly parted. He loved the way you batted your eyelashes when he looked at you… Did he love you? Did he care for you? He wouldn’t know even if he did. He never had someone that loved or cared for him, but if this was love, it hurt. He hated how empty he felt when you weren’t next to him, or how worried he was when you were on a mission. He hated the way you caused a warm feeling in his chest every time you giggled when Shalnark told you a joke. He hated when other men talked to you, even if it were his comrades.
‘Fei?’, you felt nervous, even afraid. ‘Sorry’, he gently pressed his forehead against yours, his lips hovering over yours, ‘Broke our agreement’.
He gently cupped your cheeks before kissing you. Your heart jumped out of your chest. This was your first kiss with Feitan, your first kiss with someone you cared about.
‘Don’t worry, I broke it too‘.
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