#bobie x reader
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Spiderverse huh 👀 how uh
How do you feel about spider-punk 👁️👁️
a/n ohhh he's so boyfriend idc, but i feel like in an accidental way?? like his official stance would be something like 'defined relationships mainly exist in order to further consumerism and marriage is just a way for the government to be more involved in daily lives, etc'
and he'd probably also say he doesn't like consistency so he doesn't believe in dating, but the second he has a crush on someone he's so done for,, like if anyone asks about the person he likes he'll be like wdym??? we're literally married? but to the actual person he'd do nice things but pretend it has nothing to do with them lmao
i feel like he'd be so supportive too, like you could do anything and he'd be like wow, amazing, show stopping, what a way to fight against the establishment!!
anyways here's a little blurb bc i love him (in this one, the reader works in the news world, nothing too specific, just that they have a camera and a reason to go out of their way to risk their safety to take pictures of an active villain attack/crime)
warnings: me writing a character for the first time (so potentially a little ooc), a person that knows nothing about british people writing a british character, mutually pining besties
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The whole thing had been an abrupt burst of chaos, and what no one ever talks about when it comes to any type of sudden disaster is the aftermath. Adrenaline starts to dwindle and you're forced to take in and process what happened.
You force yourself to breathe slowly as you examine your surroundings. The building across the street from you has sustained some major damage, but everything else still seems stable. Everyone you can see looks like they're safe and in the distance you can hear sirens. First responders are already making their way to the scene. That's a good sign, yet you can't bring yourself to feel relieved.
Not until a familiar blur of motion catches the corner of your eye. You step back, furthering yourself from the edge of the rooftop to give him some space. Knowing that he's okay enough to be swinging like that eases that tension in your chest. A fact he can never know because of how you ended up on this rooftop. So instead of smiling and greeting him the way you normally would, you cross your arms and keep your expression steady.
"Everythin' alright up here?" He keeps his tone casual, a subtle reminder that your best friend isn't your best friend right now.
You tilt your head, giving him a pointed look. You want to be as mad as you were at first, but seeing that he's uninjured always makes you lose any edge. He doesn't look like he's been hit or injured and he's standing in a way that doesn't favor a particular side of his body more than the other. He is, however, making a point of keeping an arm behind his back. Because he doesn't seem to be in any notable pain, you decide that your questions should wait until later, when you're somewhere where you can be concerned openly.
"Everything was alright on the ground." You lift the camera that's hanging from the strap around your neck. "...When I was doing my job."
He takes a step towards you, angling his head downwards and lowering his voice like someone might hear you even though you're stories above the people attempting to get through the aftermath of the incident. "You got plenty of photos before...I checked."
The last part is tacked on almost sheepishly, like there's something embarrassing about the admission. It takes you a second to get why. You didn't see him before he swung onto the scene, all business and not in the mood to even hear your justification for staying close to the action. That means your abrupt kidnapping relocation wasn't as sudden and unreasonable to him. He didn't just pluck you from the ground and place you on a rooftop he deemed safe enough at the first sign of increasing trouble. He had trusted you to take care of yourself until things escalated.
You fight to not soften. "Still." Tilting your chin up in an attempt to appear stern, you speak slowly. "You could've asked."
He sighs, shaking his head. "You would've said no."
"Yeah, and I would've been entitled to," you mumble, arms finally relaxing. "But...thanks." The second he pulled you away, the wall to the building you were standing closest to crumbled. Maybe you should give Hobie some credit for that.
"Y'know there was a barricade, and the authorities were saying somethin' about no press."
Ah. You knew he'd bring it up eventually. "I um--didn't notice."
He takes a step forward. "Didn't notice?"
"No, I was...busy."
"Doin' what?" He angles his head to one side and you're struck with the feeling that he finds this a lot more entertaining than you want him to.
You sigh. "Sneaking in through the back alley."
He lets out a breath that's suspiciously close to a laugh. You can picture his smile. "Atta girl, ignoring the regulations of a bureaucratic system that wants to keep the truth from the people."
A part of you is pleasantly surprised that he didn't take the opportunity to poke fun at what could be interpreted as a bit of hypocrisy. From time to time you like to gently remind him that nothing bad will happen if he doesn't go out of his way to break a rule because sometimes it's risky, especially with a secret identity. His response is always something along the lines of where's the fun in that?
"So I should have stayed down there?"
He pauses, not liking the turn this conversation is taking. Of course you can handle yourself and a bit of justified rebellion would never cause you any harm, but he can't exactly Spider-Man to the best of his ability with you there. It makes his attention drift back to you, to make sure you're okay. Was stranding you on a roof top the best solution? Maybe not, but you're stubborn and he had to act quickly. Besides, you never take these news reporting spats too seriously.
The corner of your mouth turns up, happy that you're winning this one. "You're sending mixed messages."
"You know how I feel about consistency."
You're about to say something else, a half thought out joke that never gets to develop because a nerve-inducing shout steals the moment. Your head snaps forward and so does Hobie's. "You're gonna have to..."
"Yep." He's approaching the edge the roof, but before he can leap off and into action, he turns. "Oh--before I forget--"
Hobie extends the arm that was tucked behind his back. He's holding something shielded by slightly crumpled, waxy paper. After a second, you realize the mesh of colors peaking out from it are flowers. Some of the stems making up the outer part of the arrangement are slightly bend and a few of the longer pieces have lost their petals. That does nothing to take away from how delicate they look. Your eyes grow wide at the gesture.
you reach out for them almost dumbly, "You got me these?"
He lets you take the bouquet, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his suit. "I uh--yeah." You grin as he clears his throat. "Snagged 'em from that soulless, corporate shop that drove out the last of the good ones. Thought they earned a bit of trouble and these reminded me of you."
Aw. He makes it so hard to be mad at him over abandoning you on a random roof when he does things like this. You look down at the flowers, smoothing out the edges of the paper they're wrapped in.
"They're a little outta shape, I co--"
"No," you shake your head, pulling the flowers towards you defensively, like he was trying to snatch them away, "They're mine and I love them, back off."
He holds his hands up in defense, "Alright, love, no one's taking 'em."
Your smile grows even fonder. "Good."
Another concerning yell reaches the two of you. "Gotta go."
"Wait!" He turns his head, but keeps moving towards the edge. "How am I supposed to get down? You webbed the door shut."
"I did do that," he pauses, but another loud yell echoes around the two of you before he can do anything. "I'll come back!"
"Don't--!" It is so hard to not call out his name sometimes.
He jumps, swinging away, "I'll make it up to you!"
You roll your eyes, adjusting your hold on the flowers. "Yeah," you mumble, knowing there's no way he can still hear you, "You better."
It doesn’t matter anyways, he always does.
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a/n this was really fun to write! so if you like this and want more spider punk or spiderverse from me, feel free to send an ask
#hobie brown x reaer#hobie brown x you#bobie x reader#spider punk x reader#spider punk x you#hobie brown drabble#spiderverse#spiderverse x reader
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Cold hands and warm love
[Date with Death : Casper x Reader] [i am positively obsessed with this man that he's making write again| spoilers for endings#3 btw and the story.]
There's something so oddly soothing watching Casper sleep with Azrael in his arms, all snuggled up without a care in the world. His ghostly white locks sprawled against your shared bed sheets. His eyes ever so softly flutteribg against his pale cheeks, the rays of sunlight dance across his face, almost creating his own personal golden hour.
You chuckled at the idea. Casper wasn't a huge fan of super bright things. Even when you managed to convince him to walk outside your apartment with you, he dons a pair of black shades and scowls at everything. Now that you think about it, he's even more like a black cat than anything, rather than a sign of bad luck but rather for his sassy attitude and his dislike for certain things.
As you quietly watch from your desk, with your pet sitting in the empty sunny spot of the bed, you think back to how long its been since tou winning the bet and being a somewhat embodiment of life while your sweet little now former Grim Reaper is the opposite.
Goodness, one small picture shouldn't hurt? Besides, Casper can't argue with how many not-so-sly pictures he has taken of you randomly as of late. Even changing his profile pick of you sleeping with Azrael while you napped on your bed after work. He tried fighting it off, saying he mainly picked the picture because Azrael looked so good in it while you just happened to be there....no other reason...(he said this while fighting off a flustered face while gazing back at the picture. He then denied making it his lockscreen too.)
You picked up your phone and began to open the camera feature and angle the camera to get the best picture possible. Hell you even move from the desk to hover slightly over Casper and your pet to get the best angle. "Stay right there pretty boy....just perfect..." you mumbled while snapping a few silent pictures. You went to adjust his snowy hair to move from his beautiful face. Just as you touch his cool face, sleepy red eyes flutter open and the iconic pout appears on the reapers face.
"Sunshine....what are you doing? Why do you have your phone like that..." Casper's eyes flutter as he fights off the sunlight beaming through the blinds, all while his sour pout turns into a playful one. Your pet scatters away while Casper tries to snatch your phone away to see the sneaky pictures you've taken of his sleeping figure.
"Ah ah ah! Nope, absolutely not pretty boy, if you can take pictures then so can I!" You shuffle off the side of the bed while Casper jumps up to grasp your hand and to get those pictures. You tease and weave yourself away from him and the bed, sitting on the edge you laugh at how pouty and upset Casper is.
His frustration only exceeded when you decided to flash him the adorable and beautiful picture of him in his sleeping form. As casper has told you before, reapers do not need to sleep or eat. But the idea that he was so comfy in your blanket and bed, cuddling Azrael closely. It just made you want to tease your little reaper to bits. Though sadly your teasing and fun was put to an end.
Suddenly, you felt two strong cold hands wrap around your torso and squeeze you gently. You could feel Caspers lips against your neck as he mumbked for you to please delete the picture. As adorable and pretty as he could be in those moments...the little rat decided to try and tickle you to get you to give uo your phone.
Luckily you were quick enough to slip from his grasp again(heh get it) and make your way back to your bed while cherishing your sweet victory. "Sorry casp, but you look too good! I might make this my profile picture on the chat room too!" His frustrated groans on embarrassment only fueled your decision.
"Sunshin pleeasseee....just....atleast make it your lockscreeb to while your at it...since you can't stop looking and staring at me. Just can't get enough, silly mortal.." ah his ability to bounce back is incredible as ever. But still it was fun while it lasted. Casper came to join you on the bed while bringing you back close to him...somethibg about "being warm." But you did not mind.
You'll never mind, your soul brings him warmth, his perfect heater if youll say. You chuckle as he scrolls through his camera roll whie trying to find a picture of you(an god awful one) to place as his profile picture on the chatroom. Yeah its going to be a long day. But you never minded.
#xoxokuki💜#kuki's writing#xokuki writes#xokuki blog#date with death#a date with death casper#a date with death#casper x reader#date with death x reader#date with death grim#i named my pet Bobi hes a hunny teehee
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Lunch Box SingleDad!Miguel O´Hara x Reader
I think i'm going to make a small serie of SingleDad Miguel. Its going to have small fics, drabbles and headcanons. This is the second one I make, but is not a sequel so can read it any order you want.
You have been dating Miguel for awhile now and everything was perfect. Gaby and you got along quite fast, a little too fast. But she loves you and you love her.
Her favorite thing is the weekend, that means that you would stay at their house, so she has you and her dad for two whole days. She knows that Miguel has a time consuming job yours was a little more flexible but still.
Miguel loved how things were going, he was really happy but he couldn't help to feel a little bit jealous about the little bond you made with her daughter. Don't get him wrong, he loves you both, of course his type of love is different from one to another. He loves how you care for Gabriela and how she loves to spend time with you, but sometimes he feels that he's left outside. He just couldn't help it, he wants to have that communication that you have with her daughter, she tells you things that probably she would never tell him about, on the other side, he wants to have your full undivided attention only for him. There are days when he doesn't want to share his daughter and others when he doesn't want to share you.
You knew about it, he gets all grumpy when he hears you talking low in Gaby's room when you have your "girls night". He has tried to walk "by accident" in the middle of your chat only to get a "it's nothing" in response and then a few giggles when he leaves the room. Gaby and you use this to bother him.
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It had just past one of those weekends, and now it was monday, your day off, so you didn´t left.
Miguel heard his alarm sound, he turn it off with a groan and turn his boby to reach you, but he felt your bed space empty he got up quickly from his place looking for you, you were nowhere in the bedroom, all lights where out except for the little light that came out under the door meaning someone was on the kitchen or living room.
Against his will he got up, he felt cold without your presence. He rubbed his sleepines off his face with his hands. He didn´t want to get up yet, he would dragg you back to bed and sleep late until he had to "call sick" so he can spend more time with you.
When he arrived to the kitchen he saw you there, looking for something in the freezer, you were still in pijamas wich was pretty much some shorts and a shirt courtesy of Miguel's closet. He can hear the sizzle of the pans on the stove and the smell of whatever you were cooking.
"What are you doing up? It´s 6:15 am" His voice was low and groggy.
You gave a little jump, you didn´t expected to see him awake you turn to see him with a hand in her chest. "Dios mío Miguel, give me a warning." He just kept looking at her waiting for an answer. "Oh, I´m making a lunch box for Gabriela"
"Why? She eats at school" He look at you more confused
"Oh, well hehe, she told me that last week there was an insect on her smash potatoes"
"Why I didn´t knew about this?" An insect on his daugther´s food!? That was unacceptable, he would definitely change her from school.
"Because she didn´t want to worry you, besides i´m more than happy to cook for her, its not the first time I make her a lunch box, I usually made them in my apartment and bring them to her school in my luch hour" You star packing everything in her lunch box - funny thing: it was from Spiderman-
His eyes never left you, he followed every movement you made until his stomach rumbled in the middle of the silences. You looked at him. "I´m going to start breakfast. Go get ready."
He gave one last look to the lunch box then he turn to you standing in the middle just like a small kid. "Hmmm... Love? Can i get..." he lower his voice.
You turn to see him "You can get what?"
"I said if I could get..." Again. He wisper
"Mi amor habla más fuerte, no te entiendo. ¿Qué necesitas?"
"Que si puedo tener una yo también" He exchange looks between the lunch box and you.
"A lunch box? You want me to make one for you?"
"Yes please"
You couldn't keep yourself from smiling "Claro que si mi amorcito, I can make you one" You grab his face "Go get ready for work"
Minutes later everyone had finished eating Gabi clean the table while Miguel was getting his stuff in the trunk once he was done he told Gabriela to get in the car and wait for him.
He ran back to the kitchen to grab his lunch box in the counter.
"Wait Miguel, you forgot your dessert" You handle him a small box similar to the bigger one which contains the main food only that this one was cold. "Keep it cold until dessert time my love, its a surprise"
"Gracias"
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He can´t concentrate in work, he was constantly looking to the small freezer that he kept in his office, far from Hobie - he tend to stole his food- checking allmost every minute his watch hoping time moves faster so lunch time could arrive and finaly eat whatever you made him.
Finally lunch time arrived and he enjoy every single bite of his food, he felt like a kid again, eating home food in peace. Once hi finished his food he began to clean everything until he found the small box, he was full but he didn´t care it was his dessert, made by his lovly girlfirend, of course he´s going to eat it.
He opened the box, it took him a while to process what was happening, he grabbed what was inside lifting it up to get a better look. It was a strawberry, a blue one, with something red on it. Once he took a better look he almost let a squeal scape his lips, they were straberries covered in blue chocolate with some marks made with red chocoalte pretending to be his Spiderman mask.
He was definitely going to hide them from Hobie.
#miguel o'hara#spiderman#spiderman 2099#across the spiderverse#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara fluff#miguel o'hara fanfiction
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“Being a sorcerer has always been Hoseok’s dream. So when a well-known and powerful sorceress sends out letters informing the young minds of the city of an upcoming position as her apprentice, Hoseok takes fate into his own hands and applies. The only problem is that learning the arts of magic is reserved for women. He is convinced however that hard work and effort can charm the sorceress’ heart and get him the position.”
Pairing: Magic Student!Hoseok x Magic Student!Reader
Genre: Fantasy!AU, Magic School!AU, s2f2potential lovers!AU, Romance
Warnings: lots of plot, 90% of this is written from Hoseok's POV, Queendom!Tae being the bestest friend, they're both so adorable, the students are mean to him at first :(, except for reader heheh she is a sweetheart <3, also idk if this is important but i got inspired by Elden Ring as far as some names are concerned istfg best game <3, this will have a second part where reader's pov plays a bigger part and the romance is gonna be bigger as well <3, for now this story is very magic & Hobi's journey to magic centered, but also some romantic tension is present as well hngngn, istfg i love this universe
Wordcount: 24.3k (explanation as to why i have to separate it here)
a/n: is this what this story was actually supposed to be? no of course not because it's me and i just cannot for to love of me, stick to my first drafts fjadsjf i'm not mad though because this story rules. have fun besties and also happy belated birthday to Hobi my sunshine boy, i'm sorry it took me so long to finish but i wanted it to be perfect for him because he is perfect 💜 i love him so much and miss him so much, my sweet hobi bobi :(
#01 - Part One
#02 - Part Two
#hoseok romance#hoseok fantasy#hoseok fanfic#hoseok fanfiction#hoseok oneshot#hoseok scenario#hoseok x reader#hoseok x you#bts romance#bts fantasy#bts fanfic#bts fanfiction#bts oneshot#bts scenario#bts x reader#bts x you#bangtan romance#bangtan fantasy#bangtan fanfic#bangtan fanfiction#bangtan oneshot#bangtan x reader#bangtan x you#fanfic: queendom series
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Is This Goodbye? (II)
pairing : brother’s best friend!hyunjin x fem!reader (mentions of other members x reader)
genre : smut. fluff. angst.
warnings : switch!reader x switch!hyunjin!!! toxic relationship vibes. fwb. jealousy. jealous sex. oral sex. choking/pain/sadistic tendencies. degradation. praise/body worship. don't know if i mention protection or not but you know the drill :) swearing, of course. i think that's all the basics but still, there may be warnings i missed.
summary : he’s your brother’s best friend but he knows just as much as you do that that’s not all he is to you. // where your history is the reason you won’t work out.
word count : 11k
taglist : @jisungsdaydreamer
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playlist : contradicting - hwang hyunjin, try - bright ft matcha, artificial love - exo, rush - william singe, vicious - tate mcrae, bad decisions - bobi andonov, backseat - daniel di angelo, drive you insane - daniel di angelo, half of my heart - josh musaka, numb to the feeling - chase atlantic.
Hyunjin wants to say he expected this. He wants to say he was stronger for it. But his heart makes a liar out of him. The bones in his body feel like breaking and the flesh on his skin sags as the blood from his heart droops out into a pathetic mess of whatever the fuck this is.
He has seen the monster that creates a brewery out of your innocent eyes and Felix’s kindness. He has seen it sink its claws into every single one of his friends. Felt it latch onto him like a parasite and squeeze out all logical thinking.
Yet hope is like a little deviant spirit that refuses to be stamped out.
The house had smelled of Sunday laundry tumbling in the dryer when you had stepped through the path made by sheets and clothes that had yet to be folded. It was like a dreamscape and Hyunjin couldn’t believe how sweet the moment was.
“Could you do mine as well?” You asked, awkwardness seeping into your fingers. Hyunjin nodded silently. Your lips smack together in passing thought before handing him your washing. A silent movie.
“I thought you were allergic to laundry detergent?” You wonder, your eyebrows furrowing in thought.
Hyunjin scoffs, “No.”
“I’m sure you are.”
“No, I’m pretty sure I know my own-“ He pauses, at a slight glimpse of your smile, “you’re pulling my leg.”
You let a playful smile climb to the corners of your lips, lifting over the wall of tension that had hardened in the months he had been gone, “Sorry.”
Hyunjin’s eyes narrow before he presses his index finger into the skin of your forehead, pushing your leaning face away from him. Lazily you follow after his finger, enjoying the good kind of nostalgia that smells of marmalade.
It had been him that had leaned in to you, and him that had kissed you with a trick that sweet lovers do. With your chin in his hold and a short yet loaded amount of eye contact. Enough to see how life has been treating him and you in your time of separation.
It all came back to him then. The anger. The pictures of you and him. The pictures of Hyunjin fucking you. The thoughts of the torrential rain of sensations that had him more than a little fucked up.
He kisses you harder, the air bleeding a dark red as memories and realisation catches up to him. Your mouth opens and he deepens the kiss, sucking in the oxygen for himself. Your grip pinches at his torso, and his mouth turns to the skin of your neck and collarbone, a map of his kisses and possibilities.
You inhale the air greedily as your eyes roll back at his attention, you hum a moan which earns a little warning bite to your throat. A hush to be quiet.
Hyunjin cups the back of your neck and pulls you into him, practically devouring you as you steady yourself by grabbing his upper arms. The noises that escape your kiss are your swallowed moans and Hyunjin’s hisses of dominance, urged on by the way he grinds his hips into the opening of your legs, the pleasure scratching down your arched back.
You can feel him harden every time his hips surge forward and your arousal is sure to make a mark on the front of his pants. He pants, sweat collecting in the warmest parts of his hair. More than anything you want to wrap your knuckle into the thickest part to expose the way his eyes are fluttering at the pressure of your clothed sex against his. How weak he is to you. The effect you have on him.
You want to marvel at it, an unhealthy amount.
You don’t know why you’re so attracted to it, or even have an idea why you like seeing the boy of yours crumble the way he does.
Hyunjin blames the monster.
Ignoring your sheep like eyes, Hyunjin’s hand marks the heart of your throat, biting the words out, “How hard do I have to fuck you for you to be satisfied? How often?”
Your head drops from the mosaic of Red Light District worthy images that soar behind your eyelids. Lewd images of the types of positions, the tempo in which the body moves, the friction. Time made a servant by pure lust. All with his name on it.
“All the time,” You mumble, tired and already fucked out with a mere dry humping session on top of your dryer, “I want you all the time.”
He pauses his rutting against you, smirking at you with a snarl he practised with all that came before, during and after you. He basks in the way your expression drops, “Hadn’t noticed.”
Your mouth opens and closes many times. The thoughts in your head leave your body in disarray. Hyunjin doesn’t miss a single second of it. Doesn’t forget to enjoy it to the fullest. But because you’re you and you seem to know exactly how to get under his skin, your hand cups the back of his neck and cuffs the front of his throat like a turtleneck.
He swallows and attempts to hide his front into the wall of the dryer. Your eyes glint dangerously as your leg curls around his waist to bring his pelvis into its previous position against the fabric of your clit.
“I’ve got a favour to ask you,” You grin, your tongue resting behind your front teeth and the thrum of his heartbeat on your fingertips, “Though… I feel like it can benefit the both of us.”
You watch him. He watches you. A cycle with every new addition but the same fucking process.
“Sex,” You tell him, looking for signs of refusal. Expecting a sign of refusal. You maintain eye contact hoping he picks up on how serious you are about this, “Consistent sex.”
Unconsciously, your fingers start to twist at the hair on the back of his neck and Hyunjin’s eyes grow darker in response, “Weren’t you telling me all about the boys you have? Pick one, make this deal. I don’t doubt they’ll agree.”
Fuck did his tone have to be dripping in jealousy when he hisses out the venom he curated for you?
A wick of displeasure worms its way into your eyebrow and you can’t help the arch that comes out of it, “Don’t be so fucking stupid, Hyun. Nobody makes me feel the way you do. Nobody fucks the way you do.”
Hyunjin frowns, his lips twisting upwards in an attempt to keep his growing frustration at bay and he whips his head to the side, letting your hold on him drop. The heated atmosphere between you is dissipating but not completely. God forbid - not completely.
“There’s always Minho,” Hyunjin grins.
The world is sick and twisted, and this relationship is no different. He loves the way your body stills at the mention of his name and yet he hates it. Because another weakness that he can’t bear to use against you is Lee Minho.
Minho isn’t like what Felix is to you or Hyunjin. A shared and mutual No-Man’s land in amongst the perpetuated torture that you and Hyunjin inflict on each other. Minho is solely yours. An unpredictable weapon to use against you. One of mass destruction. One that every villain could only dream to get their hands on. One that could completely destroy you. And yet, a weapon that seems to always backfire onto Hyunjin.
So when you pull Hyunjin in for another kiss, one that is hard and unyielding, he is relieved. Relieved, because he doesn’t have to face the fact that the monster he can't rid himself of and the girl he loves is in love with Lee Minho. He doesn’t have to sit in the puddle of hurt.
Not when your hands slip down to the front of his pants and not when you free him from the constrictions of his underwear. He watches as you spit into your hand before wrapping a palm around his shaft and his stomach tenses at the shot of pleasure that has his heart rate spiking.
You let your hand slide up and down his shaft, feeling the control winding up Hyunjin’s joints. His breathing is heavy and the unruly grunts make you feel like royalty. A crown and all. He’s trying so hard to keep his composure. Putting in so much effort to make it seem like his release is something you have to work hard for.
With a quick quirk of your lip, your pace quickens and the tug-of-war game of who is in charge of his pleasure reaches new heights. His full lips, bitten raw have come into contact with the skin on your forehead, exhales nearly breathless. Teasingly, your thumb swipes along the pink mushroom tip and he can’t help but cage you in by his frame. Lithe muscle flexing with your touch. The room is hot and heavy and you can’t help but watch his face for the changes.
With furrowed eyebrows and a tight mouth, he comes. Thick spurts of cum paint your palm and the blood in his body still runs hot. He breathes heavily into your hair, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. Unable to help yourself, you drag a nail down the side of his body enjoying the ripple of sensation. The goosebumps on his skin. The shiver. The way his waist instinctively reaches to meet yours.
His skin is glowing when he kisses you again, a sure one. One that isn’t sweet. Or intended to make one come. He eyes the cum in your palm before he nods again. An affirmative to your deal earlier. You try not to show that the distance he rushes to create doesn’t affect you, but truthfully you think you failed.
Hyunjin rolls his tongue in his mouth frustratedly as he leaves the crime scene. There was no formal agreement. There never is. To the you who used him, you who ripped his soul from the inside, who made him wary of the vulnerability of drunken truths and Felix’s kind golden eyes. He agreed. Hyunjin has agreed to be used by you once again.
Hyunjin had expected fucking, only when it had come down to it - nothing had happened between the two of you. It was a waiting game. One where Hyunjin waited for you like a sitting duck and you were a huntress with a hefty gun of your desires and your wants and so forth.
He wishes he could film the way tension coils within your body, crumpling a written piece of paper in your grasp with a ferocity that didn’t suit you. Hyunjin sucks in his lip, his tongue swirling around his slowly dissolving strawberry lollipop and his eyes regarding the sight in front of him.
A sight to behold, some may say.
Like a flame blown out from a candle, your eyes meet his. The fire burns and Hyunjin straightens his posture. Your stride is heavy and forward and his bones feel like lead when his body smashes into the metal of the lockers of an empty closet. He winces slightly but has no time to process the sharp shot of pain as your kiss silences him. Hyunjin can taste your anger, your greed and he’s painted in it.
Your shirt lifts upwards and Hyunjin’s hands travel to meet the warm skin of your back, a pavement of goosebumps and tingles littering along your spine. He brings you closer, feeling your obedience and taking advantage instantaneously. By the way your nails claw into his shoulders, he can tell you’ve made a mess in your underwear that Hyunjin has every intention to worsen.
You mutually hate and love the way Hyunjin is gentle with you. Every bit of it is a lie and you know it. You both do. He grabs at your hips, drawing your pelvis into his, feeding off your pathetic little noises. The more you make, the more likely you are to be fucked in this very closet.
You try all your tricks, teasing him with ideas of the two of you fucking. Of him in control. Of you. You kiss down his neck and across his collarbone. A trickling finger slowly descending down to the ridges of his stomach and waist. The crudest of whines directly into the shell of his ear.
You try all your tricks and yet none of them work. All it seems to do is backfire. Your kiss down his neck and across his collarbone is met with payback. His own kisses lighting a fuse within you that you had seemingly failed to ignite in him. Your admiring finger and eyes, no longer able to defend against his own unmarked gaze and touch. His finger stroking behind your ear and down your neck. Leaving your flirtatious finger useless.
It angers you, really.
The whines, well, they worked. To an extent. His arm wraps completely around your waist, your positions exchanging so he’s directly above you. However, you find yourself a bit more vulnerable than he ever was. Your arms are holding your weight and Hyunjin’s gaze is sadistic.
“You’re angry,” Hyunjin muses, enamoured by the glint in your eye. He knows how you can be and yet this isn’t quite an anger he’s used to. This anger is crumbling bits of brick and rubble.
The frown on your face.
He fucking loves it.
“Are you-” You’re bewildered and you can feel your annoyance return to you tenth fold. Is he joking? Is he actually fucking serious? Men. Hyunjin. The fucking audacity, “Did we not have a deal?”
He grins, wolfish and mischievous, you want nothing more than to see it swiped completely from his face, “You said it was beneficial for the both of us, darling and I want to see how an angry girl comes.”
You sneer, “You’re not seeing it anytime soon.”
The grin, although it does eventually fall, it does nothing for your ego nor your pride. Instead, it seems to play right into his favour. His hand collars your neck, tight enough for your breath to be slightly restricted and the look in his eye will forever be remembered, “No?”
You want to say you were strong enough, that you didn’t feel arousal stick to the fabric of your underwear, so messily you fear it drips down your thigh. That your eyes didn’t flutter at the thought of him wrecking you. The ways in which he could make your head run blank.
However, that’d be a lie.
“With you, it’s all in the foreplay.”
A goddamn lie.
With his hands down your underwear, he lightly brushes to tease at the wetness. Lips quirking at how wet you are and how right he is. Loving the way his fingers create naughty dimples in the fabric. Crooning at the way your eyes hold his. This control is his crown and he wears it in the way he believes he should. The thought makes your heart drop.
As he presses into the heart of your arousal, your hand wraps around his wrist hastily, “We need rules.”
He wants to roll his eyes. Impeccable timing. But his curiosity has piqued, making note of the way your expression had slightly changed in that moment of eye contact. Hating himself for catching it.
“When has rules ever been a good idea?”
It hasn’t.
“It gives a blueprint,” You say confidently. You don’t believe that the rules would last or even be worthwhile. Definitely not on your end. But it’s a scope. An idea. You’re not even sure why you’re so tempted by the thin layer of protection ‘rules’ would provide you.
He chortles, “A blueprint?”
He shifts and all of a sudden, all the power has come back to you. Like a villain who knows her way out of the fog. You reach for an out-of-place strand of his long hair tucking it behind his ear and practically melting at the wince on his face as you drag your nails down the length of his neck.
“Mmm.”
His laugh is fake but his kiss is not. It’s rough and hard, but the sensation alone has your eyes rolling back. He presses you deeper into the lockers, hiking your thigh around his waist and teasing his hardening length into the location you want him.
“This feels familiar,” You mumble, breathless.
He smiles as if he’s disinterested, removing his cock from his pants and running it down your covered slit. Your teeth grit, the sensation heightened with the way his kisses trail from the corner of your mouth to the softness of your jaw. He murmurs, “Only this time, I’ll have the both of us cumming. As promised..”
His tongue touches the roof of his mouth as his fingers remove your underwear from your pussy, grinning naughtily at the newfound stickiness of his digits. He slowly sinks into your wetness, smouldering at how full you feel. . A challenge presents itself to him when you hold back your initial sounds of pleasure with tightly pressed lips and all he can return it with is a barely-there kiss against your cheek to coax you.
He grinds into you, his own eyes falling shut at how your walls lock his cock inside of you. At a particularly sharp thrust, he’s delighted to hear your strangled moan. Powerful enough for his hips to drive away into you, hoping that the angle change will tempt more and louder sounds.
“Fu- First rule,” You huff, your mouth heavy with pants.
Hyunjin finds it annoying. But a challenge nonetheless. He fucks you harder, preferring the way in which you stutter out your sentences with him inside of you.
“You- oh, sex ca-can be initiated by either…party with consent.”
Open mouthed kisses dot across your jawbone before lining his lips over yours, your chin in his hold as he thrusts into you. You whine into his mouth as he deepens the kiss until your whole body is tingling and your brain short circuits. You grasp at his shoulders as he allows the oxygen to fill your lungs.
A plea, “Hyunjin-”
“I heard you,” Hyunjin mumbles half-heartedly, his eyes greedily soaking up your swollen lips and the mess of your hair. A crime with no chance of escape, a life sentence with no parole - people will know about today if they saw you. He pauses in his movement completely, letting you come into terms who’s inside of you and who you belong to.
Your leg hikes up further around his torso as you lean more into his space, enjoying the way his grip on your waist feels and the way in which his cock twitches inside you. Unknowing of the train of thought running rampant in the handsome man’s head.
“The second rule?” Hyunjin cocks his head, his hand finding your ankle with a mischievous glint in his eye. With a feather like touch, his fingers ascend up your leg, ripples of sensation bubbling underneath.
You swallow, entranced by the way his eyes implore into yours, “Felix and….Minho. Leave them out of this. Whatever this is.”
His fingers still. Annoyance and irritation flood through him and he smirks in an attempt to keep his cool, “All of them.”
“Huh?”
“Not just Felix. Not just Minho. All of them,” He warns, his stare burning straight through you. You pause. Just for a moment. But it was enough. He opens your legs wider and slides deeper into you. The added inches do nothing for your faux pact of silence and every cell in your body needs to scream in pleasure, “Don’t fuck my friends. Not while you’re fucking me, understood?”
Your thighs burn, and everything in you is tunnel visioned into Hyunjin. Hyunjin with his stare. His lips. His hair. His fucking skin. His cock. Sensations like no other rocking into you.
Like a pastor, you swear by the book at that moment. Absolutely.
Your walls tighten around him and his tight grip falters and it takes everything in him to remember to breathe and enough for your resolve to return.
“The third,” You state, your throat clear despite the profanity that wants to crawl out of it, “Know what we are. Don’t get into your feelings.”
Hyunjin understands.
Don’t lose.
He fake laughs as his grip tightens, “Same rules apply then.”
Hyunjin thrusts into you and the answer that had been preconceived on your lips is gone and forgotten with the oxygen stolen from your lungs. Your breaths are quick and heaving, your leg muscles tensing around his body.
He’s not any better than you, his skin flushes pink and your desperate grips on his skin have left marks sure to bruise in the near future. His fist is planted underneath your body, a makeshift pillar to balance your bodies wrapped together in this shitty furniture closet. He grunts into your throat, the sensation blooming across your sensitive skin.
“Fuck,” Hyunjin’s hips stutter with his curse, his movements becoming jerky, “I’m going to come.”
Feeling your own orgasm approach, your whole body becomes taut and you rock into his pelvis, your high approaching with one last thrust. The tension between your bodies is a sticky residue as thick spurts of his cum paints the navel of your stomach. His tightened fists slacken and you fall slightly back, saved by his hold on your throat.
His kiss this time is soft as it is heavy. There’s no finish line you’re aspiring to nor is it a result of pent up rage and anger. Your lips suck onto his full bottom lip, enjoying the way his forehead meets yours and his mouth opens wider, allowing for your tongues to meet in the middle.
With a competitive grasp of your jaw, he navigates his total attention to your upper lip, sending your eyes rolling back and your hands weakly threading themselves onto the end of his shirt.
When he pulls away, his eyes stare at you with a look that tells you he may not hate you. But that can’t be true. Neither could it be false.
It’s such a morally grey area that it’s better it’s left behind.
With a deep intake of breath, his fingers thread through his hair and he straightens out his clothes. He makes a quick once over of your naked body and his cum that remains on your stomach.
“If I didn’t know any better I’d believe that you’re saving that for later,” Hyunjin comments, smiling genuinely when you raise your middle finger in good jest and sneer. His laugh is a hum as he exits the room and your face immediately drops.
You exhale, getting dressed and trying not to think of the ways in which Hyunjin got under your skin (and in your pussy), truly writing his signature on your lack of morality.
It’s a familiar feeling, the need to remove yourself from him. Remove anything Hwang Hyunjin from your body, your mind, your soul. Remind yourself that he doesn’t belong there.
But, of course, as you make your way to Felix’s car full of past hookups and past relationships that you’ve mostly kept quiet from your brother, save for Minho, Changbin and Chan. All bred for less than stellar reasons. Hyunjin who stands tall, with his hair pristine and his lips bitten. You know you can’t do that. Remove him. Chastise yourself for thinking you could.
He’s a part of you and has been even before you marked each other.
And when Hyunjin sees the way your face lightens the slightest bit, he doesn’t make the mistake of assuming that it’s because of him. Swears not to make the mistake of forgetting that the only man you’ve only looked at with that kind of beauty isn’t him.
But, he gets hurt anyway.
And he does so quietly.
It’s a sort of Cat and Mouse game that neither of you know how to play. This agreement isn’t formal, not quite casual. You don’t desire sex more than the normal person and Hyunjin is socially scheduled out. So he’s not exactly bored.
Yet…you can’t help but feel- that it kind of irks you.
It’s like he’s made a habit of waiting for you to seek him out. To cut through his apparent disregard and indifference of you, one that he wears a little too well. He’s reverted back to ivory black hair, long enough for your fingers to lay their claim into his scalp. He wears a suit that is clean cut and sharp, the ‘before’ to the sin you plan to seduce him into tonight. Coincidentally, the colour of purity. Light. Peace.
A woman, gorgeous and tall with sparkly heels and a sparkly dress that scratches at the fabric of his suit. Her nails play at his suit clad forearm and you’re completely entranced by her games, your hand cupping your chin as you watch. You’re pleased to see that, in contrast, it has seldom impact on the man you plan to fuck within the hour.
She hooks her fingers into his shirt, pulling him into her, hoping to seduce him with her eyes or her words. He looks down at her, a slight smile on his face. A kind one. It makes you jealous somewhat, you had once been very accustomed to a smile like that.
Now, it was practically non-existent.
She leans in to whisper something and you wish a vampire could sink his teeth into you. If not purely for the reason to spy on Hyunjin and the people he attracts. His eyebrows raise in interest, regarding her with a new look in his eye. She grins before moving away from him and strutting towards another room. Purposeful in her parting eye contact.
Hmm. Noted.
He sips at his drink, letting his interest melt like ice cubes, though those few seconds of interest he withheld has ruined something in you. Something you don’t ever want to investigate, in fear that it will ruin the infrastructure of the soul you have created.
He scans the rest of the room with little to no interest, before he walks towards the empty whiskey room, footsteps quiet but assured in a hallway that echoes. He wears a frown as he turns at the clack of your own shoes, before he’s pushed into the room with unexpected force.
You push until he falls. The black sleek couch catching his body before his breath escapes him.
It’s intriguing how much your anger makes him hungry. How it darkens his eyes. How it makes his fingers twitch in a way a junkie would. How his body becomes so in tune with yours unlike any other person he’s ever met.
The sneer on your face is cruel as you observe how patronising the look on his face is. In your peripheral, an expensive bottle of red wine sings an enticing song of revenge and seduction.
You’re hooked by the very first chorus.
As Hyunjin is momentarily distracted by his own conclusions, you’ve already grabbed the bottle by the neck, ripping the cork with a quick pop. He watches you without caution, the glint in your eyes going straight to his growing erection. You stop in front of him, angry, jealous and so fucking hot while you’re doing it.
The smile on your face is pleasant, your cheeks rounding, “I guess a congratulations is in order.”
Then, that smile drops. Hyunjin’s mouth falls as his lower body is engulfed by the wine, the white sure to stain red immediately. Your lips smack together, considering his outfit fakely, “Oh no, I really hope that wasn’t expensive.”
A frown overtakes Hyunjin’s features at your purposeful disregard, drawn with a growing smirk across your lips. Provoking the vengeful spirit that has been starving since Hyunjin vowed to create some distance between the two of you.
He observes the way your gaze zeroes into the way his tongue hooks itself into the corner of his mouth and the way your chest is heaving with desire.
“Clean it up,” Hyunjin orders, “Now.”
A rush of heat blooms in your underwear at his dominant tone, your feet backing away to find a piece of cloth or paper towels locked away in a cabinet…
“Where do you think you’re going?” Hyunjin snarls from his position on the couch, his legs wide apart and practically calling for you.
He loves the innocence on your face as it screws up in a way to defend yourself, stuttering at the onslaught of excuses. His fingers dance along the arm of the couch, the tapping only seeming to trap you further.
He smirks, “I think you’re more than capable of cleaning after yourself… unless you need to be told what to do?”
God he loves when you’re so soft and compliant like this. Like putty.
He clicks his tongue decisively before ordering, “Come here.”
It's as if the sea parts for you, the audience clearing as Cinderella makes her way into the place in which she will fall in love. Your Prince at the ready; tall, decadent and handsome. As much of a Prince as you are Cinderella.
In retrospect, the wine staining the material of his pants should make him more uncomfortable, but his attention is completely stolen by you. You stand before him, close enough for his hands to grip you by the hips and take you into his lap.
“So obedient…even after acting like a fucking spoilt brat because..what? I wasn’t interested in giving you my attention? What makes you think you’re worth it, darling?”
Holy fuck.
Your mouth waters at the way his mouth has hardened and the way his sentences are the colour of lead.
“You’re a little pathetic, don’t you think?” Hyujin scoffs, addressing your obvious show of misplaced possessiveness and arousal, “You’re a big girl, Y/N, clean up after yourself.”
Your legs are frozen and any comeback you would’ve, should’ve, could’ve thought of has been whisked away by a phantom spirit, leaving behind prey for the hungry beast to eat away at you.
Hyunjin nods, considering you for a condescending second, his large hand enveloping one side of your hip, the feeling warm against the fabric. A contrast to the cold snake of possibilities that whisper in his ears.
Try it, Hyunjin.
“Get on your knees,” He commands and with a shaky sort of stumble you kneel in front of him, hyper aware of the hand that remains in place, travelling up your body as your knees meet the black marble floor. Goosebumps paralyse your collarbones as his thumb brushes over the raised nipple of your dress, sending more volts of electricity to your core. Where you need him most.
Where you will beg for him.
He preens inside as he can feel the hold his control has on your body. Temptation is definitely not always a bad thing, he can attest. Because…where, when, why, how would this happen without it?
Hyunjin leans forward slightly, drunk on this power that you have seemingly given him, his hand no longer on the swell of your tits but now on your cheek, “Clean.”
Your body falls forward as he removes his hand with a snap, softness completely disappearing and your body cold on auto-pilot. Regaining your balance, your hands move to undo his belt, his stare regarding you with a look that sends you further into your own head.
A hiss escapes his mouth as you remove him from his slacks, thumbing slightly at the tip to test his sensitivity and spread a thin layer of his precum across the surface. You bring him into your mouth slowly, enjoying the low growl that makes his adam’s apple throb with a grumbling need.
Hyunjin bites his lip at the sensation of his cock in your warm and wet mouth, and his head falls back as he reaches deeper into the confines of your throat, finding morbid pleasure in the way you gag around his length. With a satisfied grunt, he clutches at the thick of your hair to gain some of the control he lost when you start to moan and fuck him with your throat.
Curious, he wraps a hand around your throat, thumb pressing at the skin and feeling his cock steadily drag back and forth paired with your speedy heartbeat that grinds against his fingertips sensually. His hand drops but is stopped by your own hand intertwining with his, laying it flat and pressing so much further into your skin, so much so, fears he may kill you.
There are tears in your eyes with how deep inside he reaches but it only fuels the heat that makes a furnace of your aching core. At a particular movement of your tongue along the underside of his cock, he twitches and thrusts himself deeper in your mouth, a groan escaping you. A groan that makes his situation even more dire.
“Fuck-”
He expects you to pull away so he can fuck you into next Tuesday and ruin these couches for anyone else. But instead, you suck and lick and do everything in your power to make him come. He comes inside your mouth, and you swallow his load with a blink, wiping at your lips as if you had only smudged your lipgloss at a lunch meeting.
You’re endeared by the quick frown on his face, an expression that could translate to pouty, if it had not been the way he looks satisfied. A fucked out glow softening his features and sweat sticking to the edges, evidence of his rendezvous with heaven.
“Why did you do that?” He says, in an almost accusing voice.
You smile sweetly at him, “I just did what you asked of me.”
Always having to have the last word, you walk away from him once again. He remains on the couch for a further few minutes, his position unchanging. The planes of his handsome face brightening as he recalls what had just happened.
For once, he had the upper hand and you did not make much of an effort to fight against it and neither did he even attempt to appease you.
You were the one that was jealous.
You were the one on her knees.
You were the one doing the listening as he held the cards.
You were the sole one to be punished and he inflicted it.
He had the control. For once and it was fucking delicious. He feels something in him reawaken and he fucking prays that he does not have to stab and rip down hope before its flagpole can be cut down by its enemies.
With that bit of control he had reclaimed, he had handed himself to you on a silver platter. Ready to feast upon. Ready to go through this toxic cycle, all over again. More so than ever.
It seemed that the events in which he had complete and utter control over you had a profound impact on the man, because he constantly made an effort to make sure you were constantly watching after him. The way his fingers raced after stray water drops that had cascaded down his face and neck after a dip in the pool.
He didn’t seem at all disappointed when you dropped the news that you were on your period, instead he seemed to become playful in his teasing.
At the early hours of the morning when Felix had raced to get you some chocolate and canned peaches at your incessant pleading, he had caught you with your head in the fridge, said chocolate smeared along your bottom lip.
The chuckle released from his mouth was sweet and loving in a way. It made your heart soar to unbelievable heights. Uncaring on whether or not it would drop and smash across the concrete below.
He thumbs at your bottom lip, secretive in the way his lips press together purposefully, his voice clear and deep, “Always so messy.”
You didn’t say anything, your eyes do all the talking for you. How enamoured you were by him. The secrets you tried to bury are completely blatant to the naked eye.
His smile deepens at your lack of reply and he leans forward to bring you into a kiss. One that isn’t necessarily innocent nor is it worth a confession to a pastor. But your eyes are closed and your hands are within a single fist as your weight leans onto his lithe frame. His lips press further onto yours, lifting upwards at the feeling of you returning his kiss before he deepens it.
When he pulls away, his own lips are swollen and he looks proud of what he sees when he looks at you. He smirks, tapping slightly at the skin where your lips and your chin meet, “I’ll leave you to clean this up, yeah?”
He backs away with his eyebrows raised and a secretive smile written across his lips. It’s one that you will remember forever, returning to the room that Felix and the rest of the boys were chilling in.
Midday, when you thought you were finally free to leave the house without one of your brother’s questions about your wellbeing or another one of his friends making sure you were fed and hydrated, unable to tell them that Hwang Hyunjin left your brain feeling muddled and your core feeling all sorts of needy.
Midday when you were caught off guard by the step of the door that almost sent you sprawling face first in concrete had it not been for the man steadying you. Muscles in his arm pulsing as his hand stretches over your torso, the warmth of his chest pressed against your back.
“Leaving?” Hyunjin asks, no qualms about your current position.
“Yes,” You answer, because you’re stupid and you’re too flustered to think about what you’re saying, “With Minho.”
Hyunjin only hums, disinterested in your game of jealousy that you’re reeling in place. He leans forward slightly so that his words tickle against the skin of your neck, “Make sure to stay hydrated, everyone’s quite worried.”
A small purposeful squeeze of your waist is all he leaves as a statement of farewell before he wanders through the doors of your house.
Bastard.
Hot bastard.
At the feeling of your thighs squeezing together with new hunger you curse yourself for being irrevocably horny and chastise yourself for initially thinking you could treat yourself to a quick session of self love before meeting with your friends in the city.
A warm fire greets you as you melt into the corridor. Your exhaustion painting the walls as your heavy feet shakes the decor.
“Y/N!” Felix’s bright demeanour has your own face lifting into a beam as he embraces you in a hug you’re pretty sure you needed, “Here’s a plate.”
You take the plate gratefully from him, shuffling behind into the dining room and halting at the candlelit atmosphere and three well dressed men at the table, scoffing down food more like a boy than a man.
“It was supposed to be just us, but apparently they couldn’t wait fifteen minutes for the next bus,” Felix grumbles.
“We said sorry,” Seungmin comments, mouth full of garlic bread as he wanders into the living room, wanting to get to the TV before anyone else could complain, “Hi Y/N.”
“Hey Minnie,” You greet nonchalantly, actively aware of the man sitting across from you, coy eyes and whispers in his hair. Hyunjin twirls his fork and sips his water and yet your focus zeroes in on the way his tie is loose and his dress shirt is slightly crumpled at the forearms. Han waves at you, his cheeks full of food, as he piles a bundle of spicy vongole pasta onto your plate. To which you smile at him in thanks.
Felix sits next to you, a welcome distraction from the shit you’ve been trying to get over.
“This looks really good, Yongbok, thank you,” You beam at him, to which he pats the top of your head and watches fondly as you scoop a heap of pasta into your mouth.
Your eyes almost roll back with how good it is.
Yummy.
“YASS,” Seungmin’s uncharacteristic yell in the living room has both Felix and Han’s attention. The latter almost a glitch with how fast he runs and Felix lets out a short curse before he cleans himself up and totters to join them, yelling at the two to pause it.
Then, there were two.
Hyunjin doesn’t look at you, he focuses on his meal and on the decorations in front of him. You almost envy how much candlelight loves him, his skin smooth and his eyelashes long. You try your best to match his efforts, but you just can’t compare. You put your fork down and stare at him.
Almost in slow motion he looks into your eyes, holding them as he lifts more pasta to his mouth. His tongue reaches into his cheek for a brief moment, before he stands. Your body is so in tune with his, that it leans forward to almost mirror his actions when he cradles your cheek in his hand and kisses you.
It’s sweet, but hungry. You almost have the audacity to offer yourself to him with open legs on the kitchen table. But he pulls away before you can lose all self esteem and all that’s important to you.
He pulls away, looking decadent and not as if he just partook in a making out session whilst your brother and friends were in the next room. Your still body remains to stare after him, feeling all sorts of wrong.
However, when a flicker of a smirk appears on his face, it almost feels like it’s meant to be.
How fucking stupid.
Your fists clench and you wait for the anger to burn straight through you and let it grow and grow. The lack of control over the situation finally catching up to you and settling into your feet.
Hyunjin hadn’t seen you since the day he saw your resolve build back up. He knew his complete control over you was fleeting and temporary but he still missed it. He loved the way in which the skin on your cheeks heated and the way your eyes held his own with this look of fear and excitement.
He finds it gets to him more when he’s having a shit day.
One so much like today.
First, this asshole at work was hacking up his lungs and shitting over Hyunjin’s ideas before taking full credit for something he could barely explain. Then, some dude scratched his car and offered McDonald’s as compensation. Then, he spilled coffee all over his white dress shirt. Then, he had to ring his mother to pay for his pain medication because paying for the homeless child’s dinner actually had slapped shit karma onto his ass with a tattoo gun.
Yet when you called him, he felt he could finally breathe again.
Your giddiness whilst talking to him made his affection for you so noticeable. He could feel his smile and he could feel his warmth. He could feel his soul and his heart and it scared the shit out of him.
Because he knew what the feeling was.
Deep down, he knew. He knows.
But when he follows your instructions and sees this try-hard in front of him, flirting and attempting to touch you and you, acting so fucking oblivious. Flirting back, even. It has him fuming. His tongue is fuzzy and his eyebrows drawn tight.
His feet drag forwards and his fingers part lines into his hair as he pulls it away from his face, hoping to memorise the sure change in your expression as you notice him. But he doesn’t see it through, because he finds when he’s in front of you the only thing that he wants to do is to lean down and kiss you. Hoping you’ll kiss him in a way that shows people you want him, that you ache for him. That he is…more.
As you return his kiss and thread your arms around his neck, he presses further into you so his body is touching you all over. The boy from before is thoroughly forgotten as Hyunjin moulds into all you are, palm at the small of your back as your hands wander down his arms and lay claim at the nape of his neck.
Hyunjin’s eyes are wide-the-fuck open, staring down the idiot trying to complain with murderous intentions, daring him to cross the line.
You pull away from him breathless as fuck, “Your house?”
Hyunjin smirks and only answers with an affirmative hum, smug as you lead him out of the party and feeling his pants tighten with need when you pass him a slutty look, confident as you pass on his address to the taxi driver with your manicured finger running along the creases of his elbow.
You lead him inside.
You lead him to his bed.
One item of clothing, one after another, falling to the floor, until you are both only in undergarments.
Everything in this moment is led by you, and all his problems fall away with every kiss you initiate.
Your mouth opens as you deepen the kiss, smiling at the way he moans at the feeling of your tongue brushing against his. He falls further into your mannerisms that he feels everything and nothing at the same time.
He can’t feel the way you grasp his chin in an assertive grasp but he can feel your dominance and your possessiveness. He is briefly aware of the way your breasts rub against him, fuelling his sexual hunger.
“Ready for you,” He mumbles, tone throaty with his admission, “Please.”
“Ready for me? To do what?” You tease and his eyes fall shut dreamily.
“Anything,” Hyunjin pleads, “Just need you to touch me. Just need you.”
You press a short satisfied kiss against his Adam's apple and you let your fingers run across every line and crevice on his body. Taken by every shiver and hiss that escapes his full mouth.
“Like this?”
He swallows heavily, “More.”
“Beg, baby.”
He shook his head to which you tutted before you clamped down on both of his shoulders and squeezed.
“Why won’t you beg? Do you think it makes you less of a man?”
He shook his head, “You’ll ruin me.”
You can’t help the grin that transforms your whole face maniacally, “That’s the best part.”
He’s quiet for a second, the tension building as he speaks with his eyes. A liquid glow that manages to hold a whole conversation without the need of his mouth.
“…Please,” Hyunjin croaks weakly, unable to withstand for a second longer, “Please fuck me, Y/N…please.”
You love a man who’s hungry.
The next second, his head hits the soft material of the pillow and your hand is pressing on his throat. Your face has changed again. One full of anticipation and a tension that electrifies. You hook your leg over his own, straddling his frame as you claim the throne that is his body, his abdomen filling the space your lower body couldn’t.
With a naughty type of grin, you lean forward, applying more pressure onto his throat as you slide your mouth over his own. Feeling lightheaded from both the pleasure and the pain, his fingers grab at the skin of your thigh, your body falling forward.
He welcomes the fresh oxygen into his lungs and you let his desperation feed your ego and your sadistic tendencies, fingers brushing an apology over his slightly marked throat. His own fingers dig dents into the skin of your ass, head falling back as you grind relentlessly against his growing erection.
“You’re so fucking evil,” Hyunjin murmurs, breathless and flushed as he struggles to keep a persistent moan at bay.
“Evil seems to do a great job at getting you off,” You scoff, pressing against his chest to lift yourself up. You study each other, breathing hard. The two of you are already glowing at the promise of good sex.
Your body calls to be touched in the way he wants to touch you. He wants to be the one to unclasp your bra and let his hands drag across your skin. He wants to be the one to grab at your hips and flip you both around so he could fuck you into the mattress.
But he doesn’t. Like a good boy, he doesn’t do what his body tells him to do.
Though his hands are obedient, his eyes toe on the line of unruly and diabolical. They’re wild in their path of imagined destruction and control, propaganda sent to the lesser parts of the body that are easy to win over.
They flit to the wetness making a mess in between your thighs and along the fabric of his waistband, and his tongue licks at his bottom lip hungrily, “Fuck-”
You frown, fist pressing down on his pelvis, punishingly close enough to wrap your hand around his cock and have your way with him.
“Where is my good little sub that I know you can be?” The rhetorical question hangs heavy in the air and Hyunjin is finding it a little harder to breathe.
“I’m here.”
“I don’t see him,” Your voice is firm as you stare him down, stomping down on that wild gaze of his.
“Here,” Hyunjin pleads, his eyes glazing with unshed tears, “I promise. I’ll prove it to you if you let me, just please.”
Gotcha.
“Prove it to me? How are you going to do that?” Your head cocks slightly in challenge.
“That,” His eyes brush against his innermost desires, “Let me taste you.”
“How exactly does that prove you’re my little sub?” You mock, ignoring the way your whole body tingles at the thought of it.
“Because I need it,” Hyunjin swallows, “All of me calls to pleasure you, to be your toy, your whatever…I just need you to sit on my face until I can’t breathe. I’m begging-”
Your giggle cuts him off, it’s a dangerous tinkering sort of giggle that is pulled directly from the throat. Hyunjin inhales a sharp intake of breath, a warmth spreading across his chest as your fingers circle the skin of his abdomen.
“Cute…” You coo, tracing his tattoo, “You want to help me out?”
“Yes.”
“If that’s what you need…” You trail off, pulling your underwear from your body, subtly wincing at how sensitive you are. Hyunjin watches over you patiently, drinking in the way the material sticks to your sex and how your naked body climbs on top of him, ready to be feasted on in the way you deserved.
“Oh,” You moan, your muscles relaxing until you’re completely seated on his face as he licks an initial stripe up and down your pussy.
Your composure is all but lost as your hips begin to ride his movements, his nose bridge against your clit and his mouth sucking, kissing and licking at all he wants to devour.
You’re still the same.
Soft sweet kisses have you gasping. Sucking at your pussy causes your legs to shake and clamp around his head. Circling his tongue on the bud of your clit has your nails in his hair, the divide between pleasure and pain blurring together.
His favourite is when he dips his tongue inside you and you use him to take your pleasure for all he’s worth. He moans uncontrollably as you ground yourself further onto his face, parroting his warbled pants and groans.
“You’re doing so well, baby. Making me feel so fucking good,” You whine, grinding harder as your joints start to ache.
As you reach your orgasm, letters become numbers and your body taut as lead. An array of colours crosses your mind and he tries not to come like a virgin when his face becomes coated in your come and his spit.
After a moment's rest you collapse off of him, steadying your breathing as Hyunjin sits up, pressing his lips together at every naughty thought that crosses his mind.
He looks like a girl’s wet dream - wet lips, neck littered in bites and kisses, tongue perched in the corner of his open mouth, smirk threatening to appear at any second.
You lean towards the tissues on his beside table, giving him a view of what Hyunjin wants to bury himself in. His eyes flicker upwards in a weird attempt at chivalry before they stare into yours.
Wiping at his face, you can’t help but muse, “You’re a bit pink.”
He pretends to roll his eyes, “Wonder why.”
You’re giggling as you send a swift and sharp whack into his exposed shoulder and the brief shot of pain is too drenched in lovers haze to notice.
The tension is so high, it doesn’t take much for Hyunjin to feed off it. His smile melts off his face first and yours follows after.
Yet, you’re the one that kisses him first with your hand cradling his face. Your mouth opening and him deepening the kiss. You can’t help but realise how much you love his mouth. His lips. His tongue.
Except he’s the one that really sends the nail into the coffin, his hand laying claim on the meat of your thigh and kissing you harder until both your lips swell.
He kisses under your ear and you lick a long stripe at the juncture of his neck and across his prominent jaw.
“Let me fuck you,” He murmurs, bliss capturing your whole body and you’re floating. He kisses along your neck and at the point of your cupid’s bow, waiting for your answer.
But it's like bliss has well and truly made you her bitch.
“-Just please.”
Her favourite bitch.
At your affirmative nod, your head crashes against the pillow as Hyunjin eagerly brushes his lips over your skin, the both of you enjoying the way your skin reacts to his worship.
With his eyes imploring naughtily into yours, he plunges two fingers in his mouth, sucking on his digits and releasing them with a lewd pop.
Slowly, he lets his wet fingers draw an S down your pubic bone, just above where you need him most before he lets his digits sink into your warm, wet pussy.
Hyunjin’s eyes fall shut and his mouth gapes due to an unfinished groan that he chokes to hear the sounds you let pass your lips. You mewl, pressing your lips together in attempt to keep quiet.
He draws his fingers back, eyeing the way in which your pussy grips them before drilling his fingers forward. You clasp his wrist harshly, his skin turning white, “Fuck- wait.”
He chokes, his fingers coming to a stop. Taking the time to watch your chest heave with battered breath and your eyes fluttering in an attempt to regain self control.
“Ask if you can have your way with me.”
“I want more than that,” Hyunjin shook his head, desperate whines escaping his mouth, “I want to fucking devour you, baby. Let me in, I’m begging you.”
You grin, “Then fucking devour me.”
Your kiss is tongue and lips and too rushed to care. He runs the tip of his cock along your sex, sinking into what feels like heaven on Earth. Finally sinking into heaven.
“I’d fucking commit crimes for this pussy, oh fuck-“ He slurs, sad attempts to return your kisses but losing himself instead.
You whimper into his skin as he drives his hips forward, and it drives him so crazy he can’t help but moan in reply.
He tries to hear it, again and again.
He succeeds.
Expect it’s not just your little kitten whimpers you make when you’re submissive. No. It’s your moans that sound like they’re thick with tears. It’s your held groans and the way your body writhes against his thrusts. It’s the way your kisses start to bruise and blur. The way your nails drag along his back.
When he said he wanted to devour you..he promised it.
As your walls clench around him, swallowing him in this warm and wet cocoon of pleasure and torment. His hips begin to stutter, his body aiming to follow after your orgasm with his own.
“Come?” Hyunjin murmurs, “Where?”
At his question and how pleased you are, you open your mouth.
Hyunjin almost whimpers as he follows through, watching his come eject onto your tongue. Hissing when you make a point of sucking at the swollen mushroom tip and maintaining eye contact as you swallow.
He almost says it.
But as soon as his head hits the pillow and you tuck yourself in next to him…the exhaustion of the weeks past drags him under.
You wake with a start, the sun is crisp and pours into the room. You check the time, widening your eyes at the time. You search for your phone hurriedly as you dress, even though you have nowhere to be and no one to see.
“Hyunjin,” You murmur, voice a little groggy from oversleeping.
“Mm?” He questions groggily, sniffing a little.
“Have you seen my phone?” You ask, eyes searching for your phone to check the time and to make your exit back home.
He pauses for a second, trying to remember, before he reaches for his bedside table, “Yeah. I put it on charge.”
You breathe a sigh of relief, pocketing your phone before you notice how feverish Hyunjin looks and how croaky he sounds. Concern makes its way to your eyebrows before you brush his hair from his forehead, frowning at the collection of sweat.
“Are you feeling okay?”
“I think I’m just tired,” He mutters.
You wet a handcloth anyway. Patting him down and smiling lightly at the relief that crosses his face. You retrieve your phone from your pocket, ordering him a big bowl of stew and a Gatorade to boost his electrolytes.
You help yourself to his kitchen, snooping around his over the counter medicines thrown haphazardly in the cabinet above his fridge. One Paracetamol. Two ibuprofen. Prescription saline nasal spray. Expired cough medicine. You tutter, digging into your purse for your own stash and finding three lozenges.
You peer at the mess around him, before you put a shirt into his laundry basket. Then another. Then his pants. Then his jumpers. His work clothes. Everything.
Then you put it in his washing machine. Then his dryer. You wipe a wet cloth down his surfaces. The smell of Hyunjin’s house then, a chemical citrus. You light a candle that smells better. Like jasmine and vanilla.
You meet the delivery man and remember to thank him. You put the stew into a ceramic bowl and give him a proper spoon that won’t bend in half. You put the Ibuprofen next to his Gatorade that you hope he fucking drinks.
Kneeling next to him, you tap him on the shoulder, “Hyunjin.”
His eyes flutter open with sick induced questions, “Yeah?”
“Come eat,” You order and without strength to fight against you, he obeys. He waddles cutely into the hallway, shoulder bumping into walls and blinking at his new clean house. He sits on the table where you’ve set him up and digs in.
You watch him like a hawk at first, ready to yell at him if he so much as decides not to take the medicine, or at least three sips of Gatorade and leaves more than half the bowl full. But when he does it all without complaint, you begin to relax.
“Thanks,” Hyunjin croaks. You only smile in reply, walking him back to his bed and tucking him in. He falls back into a sick induced sleep and you can only watch as he inhales and exhales.
So peaceful and gentle.
“I’m going to leave now,” You confess.
“Thank you,” He says again.
“Have another ibuprofen in three hours,” You direct, “That should be at about 2 o’clock.”
“Okay.”
Once again, he almost says it, right after he almost asks you to stay. But his fever and the hypnosis of his sleep saves him once again.
The events of that night had him soft on you. Too soft. It reminded him of the you before the poison and the him before the hurt. It was too much to ignore, too much to return to the pretence. He refused to believe that you were soft on him just as much as he was you.
He had to get weight and fast.
Before he got further and further down this trepid path that would only lead to further injury.
It comes to him in the form of a girl he vaguely remembers dated Felix, who smells good and looks amazing. But for the life of him, he can’t remember her name. Only the one time she had a complete meltdown.
But you, you remember it all too well.
How kind she was, how sweet. How she directed you. How she always told you you were so much prettier than people gave you credit for. How good of a couple you and Minho were. The switch up. The undermining, the little digs at the fragile relationship you had with your brother at the time. The pining and the complete lack of respect for him. The Hyunjin thing. It infuriated you. Infuriates you, still.
Felix, only observes her with polite indifference, one which is returned. He even winks at Hyunjin as she begins to lean into him with her hand draped over his shoulder. Hyunjin can’t help but notice the way your eyebrows furrow as you take in her position within the group, astounded.
Has that look always been there?
You look so unsure of yourself as you approach him, pulling at the ends of his shirt when everyone is otherwise preoccupied. All except her, who you keep an eye on as you drag your boy out of her proximity.
Hyunjin stares down with a look of complete wonder, wondering and realising. At the change of his eyes, you change yours. Half-lidded, sexy. Fingers circling its naughty rings around the freckles on his abdomen.
“You look good,” You flirt, licking your lips as you start to imagine all he could commit with his apparel.
He feels his heart flutter, and yet he says, “Am I hotter to you when you’re jealous?”
Your sultry expression drops and you lightly push him away from you by the chest, “I wasn’t jealous.”
He snorts.
Yeah, right.
“You were,” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, becoming frustrated by the sheer audacity of whatever is happening and the heat that surrounds you, “She was literally just talking…not even to me.”
“You have a really great imagination,” You’re seething through your teeth as you say it, “I’m not jealous.”
He laughs, but he isn’t finding it funny.
Right now, he’s found the perfect tool in which to wreck your sanity. But instead, he feels like it’s a double edged sword, cutting him down. What the fuck is happening? What is with you?
He doesn’t understand and now he can’t stop spitting all the shit he’s wanted to say.
“Was that little show in there just marking your territory?” He jeers, “We’re exclusive, I won’t fuck your friends.”
Your mouth gapes as you look in bewilderment.
“We agreed,” Hyunjin’s eyes feel like twitching, “We agreed that whatever this is..it wasn’t-”
“This isn’t fucking jealousy, Hyunjin and if you really feel that way then let’s end it here. In fact, I heard Hanji is in the bathroom with some bitch, do you think he’ll dog me if I ask?” You shout, causing bystanders to look at the two in shock. Hyunjin sucks in his lip in frustration before gripping you at the wrist and yanking you into the next room. A quiet office where the only sounds you can hear are limited to the harsh inhales and exhales of your anger and the base speaker.
He scowls, before grabbing your face with one hand, fingers denting your cheeks, “Shut up.”
Your back straightens with your hackles raised and Hyunjin’s own frame relaxes, picking on the tell tale signs of your impending arousal. Your fire licks against his flames.
“You’re so fucking nasty I want to come all over you,” He grits his teeth and sucks at his lips as he chastises you.
“You don’t need to ask for permission,” You sneer, lip curling in disdain.
He raises an eyebrow in disbelief, his eyes narrowing in warning. To which you stare back, just as unrelenting and bitter as before.
He casts a dark chuckle, looming over you until your ass plants against the desk. He wraps his hand around your throat, caught by the true vulnerability of your eyes. Glinting at him like the reflection of the moon on the ocean. Within reach.
He shakes his head, surprisingly reluctant to find comfort in the feeling. Nor can he find comfort in your demise. No matter how much he wants to and how much his body is tempted to.
Instead, he exhales a calculated breath, his eyes hovering over your exposed skin and the heaving of your chest. You lick your lips in an attempt to reign in your desire, but the way his palm fits across the whole of your thigh, pushing your dress up to expose yourself to him.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Hyunjin tells you, dark eyes pitting against yours, “Then, you’re going to tell me what I want to know.”
You’re a but a weak girl, unable and completely at his mercy.
You nod, your eyes still big and round and too fucking demure. So much that when he kisses you roughly, he closes his eyes. His fingers are quick to lift your dress, skilled in the study of your body and what you like. He kisses down your neck, your sounds the obvious tell of how horny you are. The way you grip at his shoulders and his arms, the other.
Hyunjin’s eyes flicker open to remove your underwear, fully intending to avoid your possible stare but is so surprised by how wet you are already. You whine as the cool air kisses the sensitive skin of your pussy and Hyunjin can feel his hardening length and his mouth watering.
Nonchalantly he wets the skin of his thumb, before brushing down your sex, testing your sensitivity as your head rolls.
Fuck.
He pulls his pants down, freeing himself from the confines of fabric before lining himself against your pussy and Hyunjin basks in the moment he sinks into you, your walls clenching and swallowing him whole. Warm. Wet. Driving him to the brink of insanity, he fists at the hard surface of the wooden desk, the sound only adding to the pleasure you both feel.
“Driving me fucking crazy,” Hyunjin swears, watching the way your lidded eyes are open but hooded, “You fucking know it, too. I know you do.”
You whimper an affirmative, the sound of pleasure picking up when Hyunjin begins to thrust into you. Uncaring of being gentle or vengeful. Caring only about fucking you. Fucking you how many fucking times you want to.
Your eyes roll back as a particular harsh thrust, the desk shaking from the movement. Your hands grapple for leverage around his shoulder blade, your face falling into his exposed throat. You lick and suck along his collarbones and his throat, his collar. Ripping at his buttoned shirt to lick along his chest but pathetically falling short..
He pants as his position changes, angling his hips better, faster, harder. His face and hair, knocking against yours and his teeth clenching at the force. You let out an utmost wanton moan, pressing your lips against his in a desperate attempt to muffle your screams against his mouth.
He drills harder, wanting nothing else but to hear the sound again and again, until your voice is hoarse and croaky and the memories blur into your cries of pleasure. His mouth falls open in an attempt to return the kiss, but how can he when you can barely do the same?
He manages to lick against your top lip and your lips make contact with the skin of his chin. His eyelids drunk as they fall and rise. Your walls clenching around him tighter as your orgasm approaches.
He sees colours, hears them, as he fucks you through your orgasm and through his. His hips staggering at the slow decrease of adrenaline and at the pinnacle of his relaxation, he opens his big mouth and he says it.
“I love you,” He means it when he kisses you, heavy and wet and beautiful.
He regrets it, because he sees the way it breaks you as he says it. You pull away harshly, like you had been zapped with electricity and as if you suddenly developed a conscience. But he can see you feel something for him too.
He can see it, but he won’t get the reassurance.
You would never admit it, it seems.
“You broke the rules,” You’re heaving, eyes panic stricken as you assess him.
“Those rules were bullshit as soon as we fucking made them,” Hyunjin shouts, hurt slithering its path around his heart like a no good snake.
They were.
“I’ve got to go,” You gasp out, air not finding you easily.
Hyunjin scoffs a humourless laugh, “To Minho, I bet. Like you always do.”
Your face crumples, and he finds it even more laughable. What the fuck were you doing? What the fuck was he doing? What even was this?
“We can’t do this anymore,” Your voice is gluggy with unshed tears.
Seriously?
“You’re right,” Hyunjin sneers, “What was I thinking? I love you? I must have lost it. Go- Go to Minho, leave- at least you got one last fuck out of me, right? Just like we agreed?”
Hyunjin lifts his pants, frame facing away from you so you won’t be able to spot the way his pain fills him so obviously, his weakness completely on show for you to gawk at. Missing the way you attempt to explain yourself, to finally answer all he wants to ask.
But only catching when you leave the room, leaving him hollow and scrubbed raw with an ache that has surpassed years of fucking other people to get over you. Years of trying to one up you and get revenge. Of being unable to let you go. Years of torture.
Scrubbed raw again and again.
He is Hyunjin, still pathetically not over you.
author's note : oh my god, finally finished after months of writing and months of just not getting anywhere. i tried editing as i went but there still might be mistakes. HOPEFULLY you like the second part of their story and it's not disappointing..
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symbiosis
Kurt wagner x mutant reader
summary: after the attack on the x mansion you went with logan and the boys to bobi's house where they later met up with jean storm and a new friend
note: you are a Spanish teacher at the academy and your mutation is that you are a symbiote
You were in the kitchen of Bobi's house, you didn't want to get involved in Bobi's conversation with his parents. You were looking at a fixed point until you heard someone enter.
Logan: Are you okay? - I ask.
y/n: yes I'm just a little hungry
Logan: As if you didn't have it all the time - he said while smiling.
Logan was my friend since he arrived at the mansion, they got along well, they both liked to bother Scott.
You approached the pantry, opening the doors to look at some cookies.
Y/N: Do you think they won't notice if I steal a package? - You said smiling while you took some, putting them in your coat.
Logan: I don't think so.
y/n: well if they notice I'll blame you
You saw him smile but it didn't last long.
y/n: gloton what's wrong?
You saw how police officers appeared out of nowhere pointing at everyone. You went to where the boys were. They began to leave the house while pointing their weapons at him.
y/n: get behind me and don't separate - you told them, standing protectively in front of them. As soon as they saw Logan's claws, they shot him in the head. You put your arms in front of the boys to protect them.
police: hands up and on the ground
y/n: kids downstairs
rouge: logan
y/n: everything will be fine
You watched John use his mutation to set cars on fire.
You saw Logan get up and immediately you picked up Rouge and Bobi. You noticed how the plane appeared. They started running towards him.
y/n: john, let's go - you said, grabbing his hand.
You saw how a police officer was aiming at John and you immediately formed a symbiotic tentacle, throwing the officer away.
When you got inside the plane you checked the boys if they were okay.
y/n: are you guys okay?
rouge and bobi: yes
you fucked john while the others sat down
y/n: what do you have mi vida ?
John: Why do they hate us so much?
y/n: people fear what I don't understand that's why they act like this
You told him as you put your hands on his cheeks, you loved John like a son.
He looked at you and just nodded.
y/n: okay cariño go sit down
John: Okay.
before you left you saw him stop
John: Thanks for saving me from the police.
y/n:damned
You started to go to Asia where Logan was and the others, you saw Ororo and Jean sitting.
y/n: where the hell were they? it took centuries
you said entering
Jean: It's nice to see you too y/n
y/n: you too, pretty - you said, throwing her a kiss, holding her laugh.
You turned to look for a seat when you saw a blue guy looking at you.
x:hello
The stranger said, you waved at him, taking a seat.
y/n: hello
storm: y/n this is kurt wagner kurt this is y/n rodríguez
y/n: nice to meet you, what beautiful brands you have.
you said inspecting his face.
Kurt: Thank you - he said looking at the ground which seemed cute to you.
Logan: I'm interrupting something.
y/n: jealous?
You asked, watching him roll his eyes.
y/n: I love you too
~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~•~~~~~~
During the trip everything was going well, you were sitting eating some of the cookies you had eaten while you played with your symbiotic clay out of boredom.
Bobi: give me a cookie
y/n: don't buy the tuyas
you said, showing him your tongue, making rouge jean and logan laugh.
Storm: Y/N, you're an adult, stop acting like a child.
y/n: okay take bobi
you said spreading the package
Bobi: Thank you.
y/n: don't believe it hahaha - you said, removing the package before he could take it while some people laughed.
Y/N: Just kidding, here you said, handing him the package while Bobi laughed.
You could notice yellow eyes looking at you. You turned and saw Kurt looking at you who immediately looked away.
~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~
It all happened very quickly for you until you realized that the plane was going into a nosedive. You had your seat belt on when you saw Rouge struggling to put hers on. You got up, taking off yours to help her.
Rouge: I can't, I can't help me please - he told you with fear in his voice.
y/n: calm down rouge yes - you said fastening his seatbelt when you noticed that the roof of the plane flew away trying to take you with rouge he took your hand
rouge: y/n hold on don't let go
You took her hand but you slipped and flew away.
John: Y/N
Rouge: No.
You were flying through the sky you were getting dizzy when something caught you and you went back to the plane you clung to what was holding you tightly until you felt them stop.
You looked and saw Kurt who had caught you.
Kurt: Are you okay?
You only nodded when you noticed something slimy that surrounded you. You looked at your sides and noticed some tentacles that were holding you. You frowned looking at what was coming out of you. You looked at him thinking that they disgusted him so you shook it off.
Y/N: I'm fine - you said a little dryly.
You looked at the others who were unbuttoning their seat belts.
y/n: are you okay?
Rouge: I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to let you go.
you saw her with glassy eyes about to cry
y/n: mi vida it wasn't your fault yeah
you said kissing his head
They started to leave the plane when you noticed Magneto next to Mystic.
y/n: great, just the person I wanted to see.
Erik: This is how you thank the person who saves everyone.
Y/N: You're right, thank you Magneto for stopping the plane, I love you very much, you said, deforming your face, making your smile huge, showing your pointy teeth and turning your eyes white.
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Later it was night everyone was resting you were outside looking at a fixed point you felt someone watching you you smiled knowing who it was
y/n: kurt you look like a weirdo looking at me like that
you saw how he teleported next to you
Kurt: I didn't mean to look.
y/n: don't worry - you said looking at nothing
Y/N: Hey, thanks for rescuing me.
Kurt: I had to do it, you flew away.
You smiled remembering how you flew out of there.
Kurt: Can I ask what your mutation is?
y/n: I am a kind of symbiote I can create tentacles symbiotic web I can create claws deform my face
He looked at you listening to everything you explained to him carefully while they sat on the floor.
y/n: what if I'm hungry all the time
you said laughing a little
Kurt: I can see.
You looked at him doubtfully before extending your hand, creating some tentacles. Kurt took your hand gently, looking at the tendrils you formed.
Kurt: It's beautiful.
He said looking at you you looked at him as he grabbed your hand letting the thick material take him.
y/n: I think you are beautiful
He looked at the ground shaking his head.
Kurt: I'm not.
y/n: of course you said, putting your free hand on his cheek.
y/n: God made us all different, you are one of his most beautiful creations I have ever seen.
He looked into your eyes with amazement.
y/n: you are beautiful just the way you are
you said kissing his cheek.
y/n: go to sleep tomorrow you will have to use a lot of energy
You said, lifting you up, he put his hand on your cheek where you hugged him.
Y/N: Maybe after that you'll ask me out and show me your stunts that you mentioned you did at the circus, you said, winking.
y/n: rest mi amor
you said blowing him a kiss as you went to your tent.
Kurt: Good night, Liebling
he said smiling as he left, also excited to have met someone like you.
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Ok yall i have cramps so you know what time it is
Cynthia x afab! reader period headcannons
Sfw & Nsfw
Smiles through her pain, those ruins aren't going to discover themselves when she's in bed.
But you thought you are a completely different story. If you're in too much pain she begs you to stay home if you can't then she urges you to take as much rest as possible.
Has a period tracker on her phone for both you and her even if you keep track of yours you can't hurt on having two.If your periods are irregular she'll try to make an estimated guess. Cynthia always hides away a bin of snacks only for your periods. They are reserved for only periods. Only.
Cynthia herself uses a menstrual cup, since hers aren't really heavy. But oh God do they hurt Cynthia would be on the couch begging you to get the Midol and the ice pack/heat pack.
Cynthia is weirdly more cuddly on her periods. She swears up and down that there is no change. As she rubs your shoulders with her fingers feeling her entire body pressing against you, or feeling her foot play with yours.
Cynthia is more... Hah... frisky? You'll be watching a movie at a theater and you'll feel her hand on your thigh. Smiling at you as if she's not touching and groping you right now. You swear she never gets like this in public, she's so assertive with it to makes you fluster.
Normal Cynthia always comes home with at least one snack a day usually she stops by a convenience store buying something sweet for herself and then she picks something out for you. Cynthia on her period though? She comes home with like 5 or 4 of these everyday.
Super horny but never wants to fuck you. She gets really whiny when you wear her favorite things around the house and she doesn't get to fuck you because she has cramps :(. You better at least sit in her lap so she could admire your boby with her hands. She won't go any further she promises.
You can never watch marathons with her because she'll always finish them without you she's in pain and you're not with her and then she remembers that you and her are supposed to watch something together so she finishes it :(((
She always cooks something when she's on her period because she's always hungry. You wake up to noises in the kitchen and when she goes in you'll see a Bed Head sleepy Cynthia making some scrambled eggs because she was really craving some eggs
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Vibrating cock ring/butt plugJacob black x black reader
So today you and jack were gonna do that prank that all the youtube couples were doing but with a twist.
Jake was gonna be be wearing the vibrator so you got a butt plug and vibrating cock ring so guys had a couple things to do today he had to see the pack you guys had to go grocery shopping and you guys were gonna see the cullens cause your bestfriend with them so this morning you told him about the plan he was kinda skeptical about it but did it anyway so the first park was meeting the pack.
So you guys go to emily and sam's house while the rest of the pack was there and you walk over to emily and starting talking (atp the vibrator is not on) so you tell he about your plan and you show her how it works you turn on the vibrator jake jumps and seth says "jake are you ok" "cough-cough yea i am fine" jake says and he glares at you all you do is smile then you turn the volume up to meduim and he starts blushing and moans/coughs embry says"yo jake you sick or something you coughing a lot there" "yea i am fine" jake says " you know what Y/n and me need to go we have to go grocey shopping" "y/n lets go now" jake also says "ok later guys emily you should do what i showed you" "ok later y/n" emily says you guys go into the car "y/n are you crazy why would you do that in front of them" "if you think that was it then you got anyother thing coming just you wait and see" then you rub his semi hard cock he stars moaning "shit y/n"then you kiss his cheek and sit back in the car. Ok next to the grocery store.
Ok so you guys walk into the grocery store jake gets a cart and you strat looking at the list of stuff you need on your phone and you decide to turn on thed butt plag on high and walk pass him to get the juice in the next ailse and you hear him moan "agh y/n" you can hear him grab the shelf and then you turn the cock ring on high to and you hear him drop to the floor and moaning like crazy "y/nnn please stooop this shiiit feells sooo goood" then right when you think he has enough you turn it off and walk back the the ailse and ask him "baby you good" he looks so blown away you guys just contuine shopping and at the check out area you turn the the cock ring and his knees buckle and he almost falls and you almost laugh at him then when he is done he gives you a angry look and almost burst out laughing and whlie you guys are walling back to the car you trun the them both on the highest setting and he almost drops the food if you didn't get it time so you left it on till he got in the car and then turned it off "y/n baby can you stop" jake says "baby you will be fine" you say " ok i will stop" "you promise" "yes" (fingers crossed) ok ext stop the cullens house.
So when you guys get there your met with rosalie and alice jummping to hug you and then emmet and jasper and then renesmee runns to you and jumps in your arms "hii guys" you say "aunt y/n i missed you soo much" i missed to baby" the she runs to jake "jake i missed you" "hey nessie" you walk in the house and you see edward,bella,esme,and carlisle and you hug them then you go into the kitten and look for some water and you hear jake talking with the family and you decide that it is the time to turn the vibator and the cock ring together and on the high and you could hear him choking up and you walk out of the kitchen and you can see his was face red so you walk into the livingroom and you can see every boby was looking at him asking if he was ok then edward reads his mind "ew jacob and y/n your nasty" "what did i do" you say "you know what i mean all day damn that's torture" "ik that's why it fun" " what are you guys talking about" rosalie says jasper smiles and jake syas" ok guys it was nice seeing all of you but me and y/n need to get home ok bye now"he grabs you hand and rushes into the woods and walks p pass the car and once he knows he is out of ear shot of any vampires he pushes you against a tree and take the cock ring off and pulls down your pants and thrust into you "you think it funny to tease me all day with vibrator and promising me that you would stop now your gonna get what's coming" he keeps thursting into rough and then he chokes you and your eyes are rolling back "moans-jake don't stop pleassssse and right as you were about to cum he pulls out pulls up his pants and starts walking "heey wtf are you going" "i am doing the same shit you did all day
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Robin x female!reader
“Everything is better when you are here” trip to NYC
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Ohhh thats a good one.💚💚
I had to think a bit to sort it all out, but I hope you like it.
"Bobiii, have you put everything in the car? We're about to leave" you walked past the living room into the kitchen with your backpack over one shoulder, only to hear Robin mumbling something in the bedroom. "What's wrong, hon?" Robin sounded stressed, so you hurried into the bedroom where she was rummaging around in the closet. "I can't find my favorite jacket, you know the denim jacket with the lettering you gave me" out of despair she continued to dig around in the closet. You, on the other hand, had to stifle a laugh because she had the jacket on, along with her plaid shirt. "Bobi, come here and calm down please". Hugging her, you threaded your arms under the jacket and pulled it off her shoulders "Babe, how about this one?". With a choking sound she made you understand how much she hated that pet name, but the next moment her eyes were on her sleeves and she burst out laughing." What would I do without you" "Without me you would forget your head at home , come let's go".
After a few minutes the two of you sat in the car and went over everything one more time to make sure you hadn't forgotten anything " Food?" "Check" "Music?" "Check" "Road map?" " Uhhh…" "Bobbi? If you're not driving it would be nice if you didn't neglect your navigator duties" you said as she stuck her tongue out at you. "Wait a minute, the bastard has to be here somewhere" after a short dig in the glove compartment she held it up triumphantly. "Well here we go then, NYC here we come!!!"
During the drive you sang along to every song that was playing, or talked about all the things you wanted to do in NYC. The plan was to stay for a week to feel as free as possible in the city that never sleeps. What Robin didn't know was that you had planned the vacation to hit right in line with the NYC Pride Parade. You wouldn't tell her until you arrived in NYC. But that wouldn't be until tomorrow night. Since you had to drive alone, you had planned to find a small motel after 5-6 hours.
The room in the motel was small, but it was clean, the two beds comfortable and it had a small bathroom. "Bobi, which bed should we take? It'll be a little cozy, but I don't think you want to sleep in separate beds, do you?" "No way, Dingus! We'll take this one!" she said, amused, and pulled you over to the bed, which was further away from the entrance.
A little later you were lying arm in arm, Robin's head on your chest, in the small bed looking up at the ceiling, Robin gently stroking your arm while you ran your hand through her hair. "I'm sorry I couldn't find us something better Bobbi" you whisper to the ceiling. "Oh you know, everything is better when you're here. Even a little shithouse of a motel room like this". She gave your breast a kiss and you pulled her to you to deepen it.
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Poof… Where are We?
Witch One Will Win? - Part 9
Summary: Melted into dust, they descend to a wonderous wonderland of yellow!
Word Count: 738
Pairings: writer!reader x witch!yoongi x writer!jimin / alien!jungkook x vampire!hoseok x werewolf!taehyung
Genre: fluff / crack!au / angst / fantasy!au / sci-fi!au
Warning: none (please do tell me if you find any)
A/N: @hobateas heehee! Heehee! Heee! Longest chapter I have written in a long while.. Very close to the end! That’s where the sci-fi parts kick in.. I love how nonsensical yet fun this fic is. I have so much fun writing it… truly :)
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*And poof they went?*
‘And I didn't even get to glare at the other two,’ with his fingers on the bridge of his nose, Jimin sighs.
‘Amber village?’ hoseok looks around, the yellow glistening stones that surround him almost too bright for his eyes to handle.
‘I think so, Hyung..’
‘Me too, Hyung,’ they both nod their heads absentmindedly in agreement.
*cling*
*clang*
*bing*
*bang*
*bong*
*boong*
‘Bibi di bobi di boo boo.. That’s not my line,’ she shakes her head around, a sardonic smile on her pretty little face.
‘Yoongi.. Fairy Godmother of Amber Ville,’ the map disappears from the grasp of their hands.
‘Your map is- wrong,’ she points her wand at the brown scroll.
‘You should throw it away...’
*a moment of utter silence*
‘Noooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!’
‘Okay.. You can have it back..’ she tosses it at them.
‘Thank yo-’
‘Don’t thank me just yet.. You’ll have to go pick up rice grains soon.’
‘Rice grains?’ oh Jungkook was about to have a migraine.
‘Amber old oh village.. Don’t be fooled! That little pile of amber there,’ she teleports there, her fingers grazing that of the amber.
‘That’s all they’ve got,’ in a whisper like secrets shared between friends, she breaks out into laughter.
‘The people want to make scorched rice soup.. That’s what picking up the rice grains are for..’
‘But? How? What?’ hobi is in shambles.
‘Rice on this side of the world is guarded in a chest by a dragon.’
Oh, this would be the perfect moment for Tae to faint..
‘Excuse me..’
‘Excuse me?’ Yoongi flutters along the daisy path and displays a confused look on her face.
‘Yes...’
‘But... Where is this dragon?’
‘There...’
Yoongi seems to end up pointing at everything today..
‘The hole over there? In the ground?’ Tae has hands over his mouth as his eyes budge with horror.
‘Do you have fireproof shields, fairy Godmother?’ Tae pleads with his eyes.
*awkwardness permeates through the air*
‘Just call me Yoongi,’ she was on the brink of tears... Was it of anger, was it of irritation or was it because she accidentally inhaled powdered sugar from the sweet you gifted her two hours ago.
‘Yes ma’am..’
‘Yes yes..’
‘Indeed..’
They all say after one another..
‘Mr dragon! Excuse me, Mr Dragon!’
He is replied with nothing but a breath of warm air that permeates through his soul -the poor tae-shaped soul...
*cue tutorial music*
‘How to Defeat a Dragon!’
‘A guide by Kim Taehyung,’ Hoseok says, not without the presence of a big big frown on his face.
‘Try One!’ Jungkook announces, dragged into yet another one of the elder’s silly role-playing..
‘Try to scare the dragon!’
They both stare at the boy who wears two pairs of teeth as a smile.. He’s grinning widely.. almost as though he was showing you how to make brownies - the kind with extra sprinkles mixed in.. for extra colour rather than flavour..
‘Rawrrrr..’
And he is blown away, as the other two are taken by surprise.. Do they clap, do they scream or do they pay for his hospital bill…
‘I’m okay,’ a thumbs up that signifies his well-being - or simply the fact that he is still breathing.. however much there is left of it at least..
‘Try Two.. Be One With The DRAGON!’
‘Hobi Hyung, Jungkook! Be scared, for I am a dragon!’
And they sit there despondent, terri- they don’t know him!
‘I doubt a dragon would know who we are!’ Jungkook screams dramatically over to Tae.
‘Humans! Scoundrels! Bastards! I am a dragon, therefore you should be scared of me!’
And they sit there with nothing but disgust on their faces..
‘Try three.. Fight the dragon!‘
With their teeth clenched, ‘I don’t think it’s a good plan, Tae.’ ‘I don’t either..’
‘Ahhh… Ahhhh… I don’t want to hurt it!’
‘Try four,’ with fake tears grazing his eyes, he continues to speak his heart out.
‘Befriend the dragon!’
‘Dear dragon, sir- Would you consider befriending the likes of me? I am kind, very kind.. and most of all - very kind.. I am a werewolf in my prime.. We wolves don’t age much though… But, yes.. I am a werewolf..’
The dragon eyes Tae with suspicion..
‘I doubt it understands you, Tae,‘ Hoseok blinks along with that of Jungkook.
‘Try Four,’ with a tired screech on his face, he says once again.
*poof*
‘What in the-’
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