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Lay Your Hands On Me x Mingi x Reader x Yunho

When you’re left alone over easter break, your two hot neighbors convince you to join them for their lake house getaway. Only, you didn’t realize the topic of conversation would be surrounding your dry sex life on the very first night. After a tense encounter at 3am, you decide to try and see how long it will be until they break.

Pairing: Yunho x fem!reader x Mingi.

Genre: Smut. basically pwp ish. i'm not entirely sure if there even is a plot to this anymore. not proof read

wc: 6.5k woops?

Warnings: NO member shipping, threesome, poorly written smut, best friends yungi, yungi are your neighbors, reader gets left out by her friends, mingi and yunho are horndogs, big dick!Yunho, Rough mingi, i feel like Mingi was kinda soft Dom, there's a thigh spank or two, unprotected (wrap it up!), cream pie, talks about readers sex life, overstimulation, multiple orgasms ( f receiving ), pussy eating, slight stomach bulge, the reader is a tease. Mingi calls reader Dollface, and Yunho calls her Angel.

note: Hey! I haven't written a full-fledged fic in a while. I feel like I've repeated so many words in this. I hope you still enjoy it, though! these two men have been WRECKING me. Did anyone catch the coachella live stream? I literally died

ps. I wrote this whilst listening to if u think I'm pretty by artemas

Any feedback is greatly appreciated! What was your favorite part?

I do not permit for my work to be copied, published on other websites and blogs or translated.

Your shoulders slumped once your roommate’s car finally left your peripheral vision. All of your friends had found something to do, somewhere to go and have fun, over the Easter break. It left you sitting in an empty apartment, listening to the sounds of the heating and water pipes creaking or even your upstairs neighbour's loud exhilarating activities.

You were excited at first, the prospect of having the place to yourself.. but the fear of missing out finally set deep into your bones when your friends had decided to meet up with each other during their trips whilst you sat at home alone with nothing but the walls to talk to.

With a dejected sigh, you pulled your thin cardigan further around you and turned to head back inside. You knew you probably looked miserable to any passerby, but you couldn't find it in you to care.

You startled when a pair of firm hands settled on your shoulders, halting your mopey shuffling down the hallway. “____?”

Your eyes rose from the floor, settling on the worried features of your neighbor. The corners of your lips twitched into a sorry excuse of a smile, hand lifting to wave at him. You didn't trust your voice. You always made a fool out of yourself around Yunho and his roommate.

“What are you still doing here? I just saw your friends leave from the window, shouldn't you be with them?” His brows were creased, his expression drawn in confusion.

Yunho’s fingers were absentmindedly pressing your shoulders as he bent his head to read your face. You knew the sting of your eyes meant tears, but you blinked them away and shook your head.

“I'm.. “ You swallowed thickly. “I'm by myself this break.” Your chest hurts just admitting it. “I wasn't invited.”

You weren't sure that Yunho's expression could even be sour, being the sweet and polite man he is, but it did. A flash of irritation crossed his brown eyes. Your heart leapt into your mouth when his hands moved from your shoulders to cup your face, your own wide eyes staring back at him. “and you're gonna be okay?”

You knew Yunho meant nothing by it, but his touch was warm and safe. You fought the flutter of your eyelids, willing yourself not to lean into his touch. Your head bobbed in a slightly restricted nod, Yunho pulling his hands away.

“I guess. I'll just… clean, I guess.. laundry...” You weren't hiding how low you felt over the whole situation. Your voice held no enthusiasm, no life.

Yunho pursed his lips in thought, giving a quiet nod and letting you be on your way. He watched with a frown, your shoulders slumped and head hung low. Your eyes had lost the spark today that Yunho found one of his favourite things about you.

Instead of making his way down to the car to check if they had everything, Yunho went back into the apartment he shared with Mingi. The younger male looked up at him in confusion from the couch.

“What did you forget? Yunho, I swear if you just walked to the car and back again I–” Mingi was swiftly cut off by Yunho perching on the coffee table in front of him.

“What if ____ joined us at the lake house?”

It’d been half an hour since you were left to your own devices. Half an hour of mindlessly flicking through the TV channels with disinterest. You were almost grateful for the continuous knocking on your door… until you weren't, and it wasn't seeming to go away.

Opening the door only a slither, you came face to face with your other neighbor. Mingi. His dark hair is messy and damp as if he'd just showered. Judging by the enticing scent of spiced apples coming from him, he had. “Yes?” You raised an eyebrow at him, his expression locked in a grin.

“Pack a bag. Bring a swimsuit.” He said simply, causing you to stand solid in front of him for at least a good thirty seconds as he looked at you expectantly.

“Mingi wha–” Mingi cut you off, his hand cupping your shoulders to turn your body back into your apartment.

“Yunho wants to get there before midnight. Hurry up.”

That was exactly how you found yourself sitting in front of a warm fire a little before midnight with a marshmallow on a stick, your neighbors both sipping beers as they too toasted their treats.

“I did not look that miserable!”

“You did! You looked like someone kicked your puppy!” Yunho laughed, recalling your wounded look in the hallway just a mere three hours ago.

Mingi reached over, his ringed hand patting your knee. “You're cute when you sulk, ____.” His hand retracted all too soon, fingers curling back around the beer bottle to lift it to his lips again.

You'd long finished your beer. You all were only having one tonight anyway. You'd discovered after you had gotten here that the duo planned on staying a week at least.

After your complaints and confusion were worn off, you were grateful. Anything was better than listening to your thoughts for two weeks whilst you had the apartment to yourself. You were also glad that none of the perishable food you had stocked would go to waste. It would save the three of you having to live off gas station sandwiches before you could get groceries for the week.

You had never realized how relaxed the two best friends were away from the university. Around the campus, Mingi's expression was always pulled into a stressful pout. The crease between his brows was always begging for your thumb to just gently smooth it out. Yunho's shoulders were permanently tense. In fact, his whole body was. There were many times you felt like you'd run into a literal brick wall, but it had just been Yunho in the halls.

To see them both lounged back in the plastic outdoor chairs, beers in hand, and smiles on their faces was nice to see. Your soft spot for the two handsome best friends only grew tenfold.

“So,” Mingi set his beer bottle down, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Why were you alone?” he peered at you in curiosity.

“Didn't we go through this?” Your head tilted to the side, eyes moving to the side to send a puzzled look into Yunho's way.

Mingi shakes his head, pausing a moment. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip as he thought about how to voice his curiosity.

Mingi cleared his throat. “No, I mean…You had the whole apartment to yourself..” He trailed off.

He sighed, seeing your brows crinkled further in confusion. “Okay?...”

“He's asking why you didn't have anyone over.” Yunho cut in, his tone slightly exasperated with Mingi's cryptic questions.

“Oh.” The statement had your shoulders straightening in surprise, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks. “Uhm.. I don't have anyone.” Your gaze tore away from his own, glueing to the marshmallow you’d plucked from the bag next to you.

You busied yourself with stabbing it with the stick as a prolonged silence carried across the warm fire. It wasn’t that you detested the idea of having company. It was more a case of…well. Most men gave you the biggest ick. Nearly all men you’d ever come across had given you the ick, and it only took you until now to realize that Yunho and Mingi had never given you that feeling.

You would be blind to miss how handsome they both are and the fact that both of them were genuinely nice guys. That just made the icing on the cake. The cake that you wanted, you’d wanted for a long while. You hadn’t made it obvious. You’d never made a move on either of them. Why would you? You knew who good guys like them go for. They go for bad girls they think they can fix. They didn’t go for girls like you. Little did you know, you couldn’t be more wrong.

When you did look up, both Yunho and Mingi’s concentration was fixed on you. Mingi’s left eyebrow raised as if to challenge your answer. “What?” Your tone grew slightly defensive.

“____, The walls between our apartments are very thin.” Yunho trailed off, looking sideways at his best friend when your clueless expression grew.

“So…?”

“So, we hear things. Everything. Specifically, I hear things... Through my bedroom wall on the other side of yours.” Mingi continued on, relief flooding him when your face broke out into a laugh, a cute red hueing your complexion.

“That isn’t my room, Mingi.” You covered your mouth to try and keep your humorous spurt of laughter at bay. “My room is on the other side of Yunho’s.” You took a bite of marshmallow.

“Wait…” Yunho murmured, his expression thoughtful. “So, you’re the culprit of the fake moaning after your roommate's birthday party last month?” His revelation had you choking on the sweet treat, Mingi had the courtesy to thump on your back to dislodge it.

“Oh my- Yunho!” You spluttered, hiding your face behind your palms. “The one time I tried to get with someone and you were listening?!” a heavy groan of shame left your lips, your body sulking back into the camping chair you were sitting in. “That’s so unfair!”

As much of a gentleman Yunho was, he found the whole situation hilarious. “A really rare occurrence.” He grinned, reaching into the cooler for another beer. “Seriously though, I felt bad for you.” You knew what Yunho meant.

Yunho was referring to how fake your noises were, how the guy didn't even pick up on it. Not that Mulgyeol from the campus soccer team would have time to notice. The guy was out in 5 strokes. You also knew for a fact that Yunho was probably referring to the sad little fact of you having to finish yourself after he left. You weren’t proud of that but you have needs and whilst the vast population of men give you the undeniable cringe factor, every six months or so you would attempt to divulge your urges - just to see if it would be different that time. News flash, it wasn’t.

“H-How did we get onto the subject of my dry sex life?” You nervously chuckle, looking back and forth between the two men with vibrant cheeks.

A chuckle rumbled in Yunho’s throat, dying off to a comfortable silence. The conversation topic would have felt very intrusive had it been with anyone else, but somehow, the two still hadn't weirded you out. You were still sitting comfortably content in your camping chair around the fire with them.

Mingi fidgeted in his seat, fingers threading through his platinum blonde hair… he hadn't said much else for the next 15 minutes. the three of you sitting in comfortable silence.

“I’m off to bed, guys.” You mumbled tiredly as you stood. You began to fold up your chair to take inside, but Yunho waved you off, claiming he would take it when they went to bed.

You weren't far from them, certainly not out of earshot when Mingi spoke again.

“We'd never do that.” it didn't take a genius to know what he meant, and the mere thought of his words made your skin alight. “Goodnight, ____.”

Mingi's parting words at the campfire the previous night had lit a fire within you. Your skin prickled with the curiosity of what else he could have meant. Your dreams hadn’t been favourable to you either, your body jolting you awake with the lingerings of a breathy plea hushing into the silence. Your skin was littered with goosebumps, and your mouth felt dry.

One thing about being in this lakehouse is the chill of a night, but you didn’t plan on being out of bed long. Especially in your pyjamas that were only white shorts and a blush pink camisole with white lace trim to match. A shiver shuddered through you as your feet hit the cold wooden floorboards. You didn’t bother with a cover-up. It was 3 AM. Who would be up at this hour anyway?

Mingi was. Nearly choking on air as he rounded the open doorway to the kitchen to find you reaching up on your tiptoes for a glass from the top shelf. You had one knee resting on the grey marble of the counter for leverage but it only had Mingi’s eyes zeroing in on the shortest pair of shorts he had ever seen, your cheeks almost shyly peeking out the hem.

He sucked in a breath, brain finally kicking into gear when he saw your balance wobble and your fingertips only pushed the glass further away on the shelf. He heard you grumbling to yourself, cursing whoever decided to put the glasses on the top shelf. Your rambling had an endeared smile whispering the corners of his mouth, his head shaking slightly as he approached.

Mingi knew he was testing the waters here but as he closed in on you, his left hand splaying its fingers on your hip to steady you, his chest to your back, the right arm reached past your own to grab a glass. He felt the jolt of surprise your body made against his own.

Mingi cleared his throat. “You didn’t look like you were winning.” His voice was thick and gravelly from sleep, fingers tightening their hold on you as you moved back instinctively.

The glass made a muted sound as he set it on the counter, Mingi’s brown eyes nearly rolled back into his head at the view of your neck arched back to angle your head toward him, staring at him with surprised doe-like eyes.

You seemed to be rendered speechless, a blush on your cheeks that almost matched your top. The male was having heart palpitations when he finally got the front view of you, the teasing view of your navel between the hem of your camisole and the waistband of those pesky shorts he just wanted to remove drove him crazy.

Needing a distraction from the way your nipples perked beneath the material stretched over your breasts, his touch on you ceased. His fingertips tingled from the buzzing feeling of grazing your bare skin. Clearing his throat, he swiftly picked up the glass to fill it.

You felt like your soul was trembling, calling out for him to touch you once more. You felt wound tight, words catching in your throat. “U-Uhm, no.” Your attempt to recover had your voice sounding slightly strained. “Who’s bright idea was it to put cups on the top shelf?” You laughed it off quietly.

“That’d be me.” He hummed, “Yunho’s grandmother left us this place in her will, we renovated it a little.” Mingi leaned back against the counter, his black sleep shirt pulling taught across his torso. “We’ve known each other since we were kids, our families are close.”

You nodded quietly, acknowledging him. Mingi lifted the glass of water to his lips, your eyes locking on how his throat moved when he swallowed the cool liquid. Your gaze trailed up to his face, heated gazes locking as he pulled the glass away. Your breathing elevated, Mingi was looking at you as if he wanted to eat you… The corners of his mouth tilted up as he held out the half-full glass of water to you.

You couldn’t look away. The intensity behind his eyes locked you in place, your fingers brushing his own as they curled around the cool glass. Mingi couldn’t look away, couldn’t stave off the stirring in his shorts as he watched you turn the glass and drink.. His mouth prints are being covered by your own.

Mingi’s brain couldn't help it. To him, you’d just indirectly kissed him. He could see the range of emotions in your eyes. The eye contact finally broke when Mingi caught sight of a droplet of water cascading its way past the rim of the glass and making a path down your jaw and neck… he watched it disappear under the almost sheer camisole.

“Fuck, ____… You don’t make it easy.” He groaned throatily, prompting you to set the now-empty glass on the counter once more.

“What do you mean?” Your head tilted, eyebrows drawing in confusion.

An amused chuckle sounded between you, Mingi shaking his head in slight disbelief. “You seriously don't know how much we want you, do you?” He moved away from the counter, towering above you. Your chin was tilted up toward him by his index and middle finger, Mingi’s hot breath dusting your face. “You’ve got to know how fucking crazy you make us.”

“U-Us?” You echoed in confusion. You sounded breathy and distracted.

“Mhm. He’s right.” You jumped at the sound of the new voice. Yunho.

Mingi’s fingers curled around your jaw, tilting your head to Yunho’s tall figure casually leaning against the doorway. “Look at Yunho when he’s talking to you, Dollface, hm?” Mingi’s lips sounded against your ear, teeth grazing against the shell.

Yunho made it no secret that he was checking you out. Not when his bottom lip pulled into his teeth when his dark eyes roamed your figure. “We could give you everything you need and more, Angel.” His tone is soft, and you nearly find it harder to focus when Mingi’s face is pressed to your own, his hands sliding around your waist after finding no resistance.

“If you let us.” Mingi finished for him, ghosting his lips against the corner of your jaw. “But you ought to think about it…decide what you want.” His words left you confused, your eyebrows furrowing when they cut through the haze.

“Why?” You looked to Yunho, the male grinning at the desperation in your eyes.

He tutted, shuffling closer. Yunho’s long fingers slid into your hair, palm cupping your cheek. He almost cooed fondly at how you arched into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut. “Because this wouldn’t be just a one-time thing,” he murmured. “If we have you, we aren’t letting you go. You’re ours.”

Your breathing stilled, mind dizzying. A sound escaped your throat, both Mingi and Yunho’s touch seizing from your body. “Think about it, We won’t make a move until you do.”

And with that, both men left the kitchen with sick grins, leaving you standing there breathless and wanting.

You hadn’t slept for the rest of the night. How could you? With a proposition like that, your mind only raced. You’d come to the same conclusion. Nothing they said last night had scared you away. You still very much wanted them both, and actually, you liked the idea of being ruined for anyone else. Being theirs… well.. You guessed your thoughts of good guys only wanting bad girls were wrong.

You were already showered and dressed for the day by the time Yunho emerged from his room. Mingi was still sleeping, his door firmly shut opposite the room you were staying in.

You sat at the round four-seater table at the far end of the kitchen, a cup of coffee in one hand as you scrolled on your phone. Yunho liked the blue colour of the blouse you wore, your cotton shorts complimenting it nicely.

He fixed his cup, sitting silently across from you. Yunho wondered if he and Mingi crossed a line with you yesterday. He’d worried about it all night after the kitchen encounter. All worries were soon washed away when he caught your eyes shyly glancing up at him.

“Was last night okay?” He blurted, almost wincing at how rushed he sounded.

You seemed to pause, taking a long sip of your coffee before you answered him. Almost as if you were making him wait. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable.” You voiced, prompting his shoulders to relax.

The both of you sat in a comfortable silence until you’d finished your drink. “It’s so sunny out, I’m gonna catch some sun.” You washed your coffee mug up, then turned to Yunho just before you left the room. “Wanna join?”

Yunho nodded, claiming he would meet you out on the deck. What he didn't expect was to find you in a pastel peach string bikini, the front of your body shiny and glistening with tanning oil. He can see where you had missed spreading the liquid on your back.

He inwardly groaned. Surely, you were doing this to him on purpose at this point. Yunho readjusted the sunglasses on his face, setting his phone and book down on the small table between the two sun loungers. He leaned back in his lounger, picking up his book to flick through.

From the corner of his eye, he watched you lie your lounger flat, adjusting the head cushion to lie on your front. The sun bounced off your skin beautifully, and Yunho was about to compliment as such but stopped short when your hands reached behind you to untie your bikini top.

“You don’t mind, do you? I hate tan lines.” He couldn’t see the mischief behind your eyes with your sunglasses in place, but he for sure caught the twitch of your mouth. “Did I miss any of my back?” Your question was loaded with faux innocence.

Yunho slowly folded his book back, slipping in his bookmark in the process. He set it down, wordlessly grabbing the tanning oil and standing from his lounger. Yunho perched himself on the edge of yours. “You missed a bit. Can I?”

You hummed your consent, propping your head on your forearms. “Mhm, please.”

Your stomach fluttered at the feeling of Yunho’s big hands on your bare back. The tingles returned, just like from Mingi’s touch in the kitchen. His hands slowly rubbed the oil into your skin, fingertips adding pressure at your shoulder blades.

“You’re tense.” He mumbled, thumbs working at the knots of muscle easing the ache away only to make the ache in your core yearn for him further. His hands firmly pushed up from the bottom of your back, thumbs caressing your spine and his fingertips brushing the sides of your breasts.

The sounds he pulled from you had Yunho smirking to himself. An almost pained moan had his fingers pausing. “There.” You sounded so breathy... Yunho wondered if you’d sound like that if he found your sweet spot too…

“God..” You groaned, “You got magic hands or something?” You mumbled against your arm.

Yunho laughed softly, dragging his hands down toward the base of your spine. He thought for a moment, eventually speaking up. “You don't like tan lines, right?” He waited for your hum of affirmation. “Then what about these?” His fingers tugged at the waist of your bikini bottoms.

Your eyes sprang open, neck twisting to look back at him. Whatever he had expected you to say or do was not indeed what you said and did for certain… Yunho watched on in stunned fascination as you swiftly untied the strings on both sides of your bikini bottoms. “You’ve got a point. Mind helping me out again?”

Yunho had never agreed to something so fast, pulling your bikini bottoms back from behind. He swore under his breath, mouth parted as he watched the drizzles of the tanning oil hit your skin from the bottle in his hand. His hands moulded to your body again, smearing the shimmery tanning oil over the globes of your ass. He was entranced, locked on the way they rippled under his touch. Yunho allowed his fingers to testingly dip close between your legs, rewarded with a soft moan of his name. Your breathing was getting shallow, your body responding to his touch like a magnet. His fingers brushed so close, one arch of your hips and-

Yunho withdrew his hands, once again leaving you to sit on his lounger once again. You were a mess, body trembling as you attempted to recover. “There. All done.” The amusement behind his voice was clear to you.

Fuck.

After Mingi had woken up, he’d ventured out to the deck to join you. His chest was exposed, a pair of black swimming trunks sitting low on his hips. He sat in the lounger you previously occupied. “Where is she?” He asked Yunho, arms stretched above his head in a yawn.

Yunho nodded toward the lake where you were, sitting on the small jetty with your legs dangling in the water. As if you’d sensed him, you looked up from the ripples of the lake water and caught Mingi’s gaze. He grinned fondly at the beaming smile on your face as you lifted your arm to wave. “Cute.” He murmured to his friend.

Yunho nodded in agreement. “The sun suits her.” He looked up from his book. “Makes her eyes shine.”

Mingi tilted his head, smile broadening as you slid off the jetty and into the water. “She caught a tan today?” He didn’t look away from you once as you swam over, climbing up the ladder to the dock and brushing your wet hair away from your face.

“Yep...oiled up and everything.” Yunho thought back to how you’d just let his hands trail your body like that. Once again, he shut his book as you approached.

“Mings! Sleep well?” You asked, grabbing one of the towels you’d brought out with you that morning. You took no notice of the trance he was stuck in, too focused on the water droplets dripping down your body just like last night.

Well... a little like last night, he could see more of your body. Peach suited you. Yunho nudged Mingi with his foot, snapping him from his staring. “Huh? Oh! Yeah, slept great.” He sat back in the lounger. “Always do out here.”

After drying as much of your body as you could, you disappeared inside. It wasn’t long before you reappeared, a cherry popsicle in your hand. Mingi’s arm encircled around your waist when he noticed you were about to sit on the floor. Instead, he let you sit between his legs on the lounger.

“Better than the floor,” you joked. You lifted the end of the popsicle to your mouth with your left hand, and your right beginning to mindlessly scroll through your phone.

Your body relaxed against Mingi’s chest as his fingers mindlessly played in your hair. “Is the water warm?” He asked, raising an eyebrow of amusement as you moved the popsicle away from yourself with a grimace. The iced treat had melted, the sticky substance making a mess of your hand and chin. You didn’t even want it anymore. The Cherry taste was more sour than expected.

“A little chilly to begin with,” You answered, slotting the half-eaten treat back into the wrapper, Yunho taking it from your sticky fingers to put it in the bag they were using as a bin for their snack wrappers.

Mingi didn’t say anything more. Instead, he grasped your wrist in his hold and brought your hand to his mouth. With a startled gasp, you tilted your head to watch as he lapped up the remnants of the melted liquid from your skin. Once he was satisfied, he let your arm go to shift his attention to your neck and collarbones. His mouth was warm and soft, wet tongue lapping at the mess on your skin. Your arms raised behind you to curl your fingers into his hair, sighing out in contentment.

Mingi moaned against your skin. He was addicted now he finally had his lips on you. Just like he knew he would be. Mingi’s teeth nipped gently at the juncture of your neck, his tongue swirling over the skin to soothe it. You didn’t have it in you to scold him for marking you up… not when your mind was a dizzy spell of fire.

Your dazed, addled mind didn't even see Yunho move from his lounger. You hadn’t a clue until his strong hands grasped your ankles, fingertips ghosting their touch up your legs to part your thighs. “So pretty.” His honeyed voice reached your ears through the haze. “But, sweet as she looks…” He began, his tone sharpening. “I made a discovery earlier, Mingi.”

The younger hummed against your skin, mouth still worshipping your skin. “Mh? What’s that?” His words muffled with his wet kisses across the tops of your breasts above your bikini.

“Our Angel, here.” Yunho toyed with the strings of your bikini bottoms. “Already knew what she wanted the moment she came on this trip with us, didn’t you?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t think of a coherent thought right now… a sharp swat of Mingi’s hand across the top of your thigh drew out a whimpered gasp. “Yunho asked you a question, Dollface.”

“Yes! Yes, I knew.” You cried out, Mingi’s teeth biting at your skin once more.

“Thought so.” Yunho mused. “That stunt you pulled earlier really didn’t work in your favour, did it?” You hadn’t ever heard his mocking tone before, but you weren't about to complain… It sent shocks through your core.

“No, It didn’t.” You admitted. You were hoping to wind him up, determined to see how far he would go before he snapped… but instead, he’d left you practically naked and wanting on the lounger next to his.

Yunho tutted, shaking his head. He tugged the ties of your bikini free, letting the strings hand down. “I’m going to enjoy this.” He spoke raucously, shuffling down to lie at the foot of the lounger on his stomach.

Yunho's soft lips made contact with the inside of your knee, traipsing kisses up until he met the crease of your leg. He wasn't worried about anyone seeing you. The lake house was in the middle of a wooded area, two miles from the road or any neighbouring cabins.

Mingi held you still as your body began to writhe, the product of Yunho's lips blowing cool air over your throbbing centre. “Stay still, Pretty girl.” Mingi said gruffly, mouthing at your breast over your bikini.

His mouth worked at the bud of your left boob, lips suctioning around the nipple. Your whines fell on deaf ears, Mingi just wanted to kiss every inch of you. He struggled with the knot at the centre of your back that kept you partly clothed. Frustrated grunts, making him lift his mouth off of you to attempt to untie it. He settled with wrapping part of the string around each fist and tugging, effectively snapping the material.

Your head was too fuzzy to care, especially when you felt the flat of Yunho’s tongue lick straight up the middle of your core. “Yunho!” One of your hands flew down, from being draped around Mingi’s neck behind you, to clutch Yunho's hair. His mouth was relentless, muscular hands holding your thighs over his shoulders. You never knew a man could moan like that from eating pussy but here he was, his noises creating vibrations against you.

You didn't quite know where to pay attention to, Mingi’s mouth and fingers abusing your nipples or Yunho's onslaught of licks and sucks on your clit.

You slumped against Mingi again when Yunho prodded two fingers at your entrance, your hips cantering in acceptance. “You're so wet, Angel. Bet I could just easily…” Yunho trailed off as his middle and index finger finally pushed in. They dug deep within your walls, a long moan echoing around the deck. “Knew it.” He curled his digits, the pads of his fingertips tapping against the spongey wall he was looking for.

It elicited a sharp cry from you, Yunho mumbling a small ‘found it.’ before his mouth latched onto your clit again, tongue flicking in tandem with the thrusts of his fingers hitting your sweet spot.

By now, your sounds of ecstasy were no secret, pleas of their names desperately calling out as you writhed in their grasp. “Please!” You begged, Mingi lifting his head to watch your expression.

Mingi made a sound of disappointment as he was met with the sight of your head thrown back and your eyes closed. “Watch him, ____.” it wasn't a request. His tone held no room for debate, and so you peeled your glazed eyes open, tilting your head down to watch as Yunho devoured you.

You felt your orgasm building the faster Yunho's fingers abused your g-spot. Your moans rising in pitch. You didn't even give him a warning when your lower abdomen tensed, toes curling as the sound you let out was almost animalistic. Your thighs shook around Yunho's head, attempting to close, the fingers in his hair tightened to pull at the roots harsher than you meant.

When Yunho's head finally lifted from between your legs, he was grinning ear to ear at you as you slumped breathlessly against his best friend. You could feel Mingi's erection against the base of your spine from where you were laid.

“We're not done with you yet, Dollface.” Mingi cooed mockingly, looking down at your fucked out figure. He pressed a kiss to your forehead when you looked up at him, shaking his head gently and guiding your eyeline back to Yunho.

Your whole body froze. Yunho's swim trunks were chucked haphazardly onto the other chair, his hand slowly jerking his cock. He was huge! Probably the biggest cock you'd ever seen… his girth was impressive alone but you worried if he would even fit.

“____, you good?” He asked encouragingly. Yunho could see the apprehension on your face give way to a determined squint.

“Mhm. Fine, m'good.” Mingi's palms rubbed your sides as you answered.

“Okay, you need to tell Yunho if it's too much.” He stated. “You can make sure to do that, can't you?” He sent you a dazzling smile when you nodded.

You will yourself to relax as the fat head of Yunho's leaky cock makes the first press against you. Just the tip was stinging from the stretch. Mingi hugged your back to his front, kissing up and down the left side of your face and neck. “Relax. Stop tensing.” he demanded softly.

Mingi continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. Praising you, touching you, telling you how much you drove them both crazy. It relaxed your muscles enough to accept Yunho's length, pushing into you further. His teeth harshly bit into his bottom lip, his hips rolling slowly forward to sheath the final few inches in you. The garbled moan you made was accidental, but you were thankful Yunho stayed still to give you time to adjust.

“Holy shit.. are you all the way in?” Such an odd question to ask his best friend, but Mingi was never brash about such things.

Yunho nodded, his voice strained as he answered. “Our Angel’s a good girl. Of course, she took it all.” He grunted at the squeeze of your heat at his words. “I'm so deep.” He marvelled.

Mingi, as if to test his words, pressed his hand on your lower stomach. His eyes bulged out of his head, free hand reaching for your own for you to feel the outline of Yunho's cock. You whined, trying to roll your hips as a signal.

Yunho's thrusts started gentle, light taps of his hips against your thighs. Until you get used to his size, the initial discomfort makes way for blinding pleasure. His movements grow more calculated and hard. Mingi's hand stays on your lower stomach, feeling the way Yunho’s cock nudges your insides.

“Y-Yunho.. Yuuunhooo!” Your throat was hoarse from screaming his name repeatedly. “You're s-so deep!”

His thrusts get firmer, fingers digging into your thighs harder than before. This man was literally rearranging your guts in the best way. Mingi lets his hand glide from your stomach to toy with your clit, circling it with his fingers. It hadn't been long since your last orgasm but you were fast approaching a second. Yunho wasn't much better himself, his pace quickening. He felt his skin prickling as he approached his high.

The moment you fell apart around him, Yunho lost it. His thrusts grew sloppy, hips jittering as he spilt into you. “Fuck, Angel.” he panted. “You're gonna kill me.” Yunho pulled out slowly, taking his time to watch his release leak from you. He felt hot and sweaty but nicely sated.

Mingi manoeuvred your body back to the lounger as he slipped out from under you. The noticeable tent in his trunks caught your eye briefly. “Can you take one more?” He questioned you.

Yunho planted himself back on his own chair, sitting back to watch the two of you. He watched the obedient nod you gave, messy hair falling in front of your face.

Mingi tapped your cheek gently, pushing your hair back before connecting your mouths. The kiss was full of desperation, tongues curling around each other. You protested when he pulled back all too soon. “Turn over.” He helped you roll onto your stomach.

Unlike Yunho, Mingi didn't give a warning that he was going to thrust into you. He still gave you time to adjust, though, that much you were grateful for. His thrusts were brutal from the start.

Mingi wasn't holding back anymore. He wanted you ruined for anyone else but them. You were theirs and theirs only. He had a bruising grip on your hips, guiding them as you bounced back to meet his hips. Your moans and screams for him were constant, you'd surely have a sore throat in the morning.

He was pounding into you much harder than Yunho had. You had the pillow of the lounger in a death grip, back arched. Mingi watched the way your ass cheeks rippled with every bounce against his pelvis. You started to feel overstimulated, this was the quickest in your life you'd had an orgasm build up. Though, it was aided by the previous two and the mass amounts of tension between the three of you. Your lips parted on a silent cry as you came. Your body began to violently tremble.

Mingi pulled out immediately, his hand gripping his cock to empty his come over your ass, pruning deep in his chest. “You did so good.” He praised, breathless.

Your brain felt like it wasn't working. All you could do was dazedly giggle in reply. Thoroughly fucked.

“We broke her.” Mingi laughed, using the same towel you dried yourself with earlier to wipe your ass and lower back. He was sweet enough not to drag the rough material over your sensitive pussy. You were too overstimulated for that and he picked up on it quite quickly.

Both Yunho and Mingi pulled you into the en suite bathroom in Yunho's room a few minutes later. Your legs felt like jelly, and the two were cautious with how they handled you.

After they had showered you, Mingi wrapped you in a big fluffy towel. His arms held you to his body. You still hadn't said much, but your blissed out expression meant that the two men weren't worried.

“C'mon Dollface, you need rest.” Mingi said as he stroked your damp hair behind your ear. “We've got so much more in store for you.”

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hikari3601 · 11 months

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We’ll be a Fine Line

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Pairing | Al Haitham x Reader

Author’s Note | I’m really sorry for the super long wait.

CW/TW | Al Haitham’s mean :(

Synopsis | Flinching away from him during an argument.

The line between distance and disregard is a fine one, something that Al Haitham seemed to have overlooked. The Scribe -who lives off of rationality as if it were air, found that space seemed to be the most efficient means towards a peaceful resolution during conflict, yet it all turned sour somewhere down the line and worst of all, its toxicity was so steadily progressive that it only became noticeable when it was nigh impossible to ignore it.

Several arguments had passed without any form of resolution and with every person in the Academia five seconds away from an aneurysm, as Acting Grand, Sage Al Haitham was not in the best of moods.

“Haitham.” You called from behind the door, patiently waiting with his lunch in hand, yet silence was all that ensued in the following moments, thus you called again, a little louder this time…still nothing.

Deciding to try your luck at entering you turned the handle, perhaps he had an errand to run and was out for a bit, you thought.

Fortunately, the door was unlocked, and lo and behold sat Al Haitham at his desk, hair slightly tousled and his cape laying on the couch. He looked up at you questioningly. “Can I help you Y/N?”

“I knocked to see if you were in.” You explained, “I guess you didn’t hear me.”

He remained unmoving for several seconds, his eyes trained on the papers in front of him and after he placed the page down he allowed his gaze to briefly flicker towards you. “I heard it.”

Taking a few steps towards into the office, you took note of the cold atmosphere surrounding him but decided against commenting. “Why didn’t you answer?” You asked instead, placing his favourite meal on his desk.

“I was busy.” He deadpanned, eyes glued on the new page in front of him.

Your gaze drifted across his large frame, “When was the last time you slept?” You inquired, noting the dark circles on the skin surrounding his turquoise eyes.

“I took a little nap some few hours ago.”

A frown took form on your lips. “A nap in your office doesn’t count. When was the last time you got over five hours of sleep in your bed.” You urged, your frustration growing at his dismissive attitude.

He sighed, laying his papers on his desk with a loud ‘slap’ and looking up at you with a slight glare. “What is it you came for Y/N, unlike you I’m busy.”

“I’m here to check up on you Al Haitham.” You felt your aggravation grow in spite of your efforts to remain level-headed. “You’ve been working non stop and I’m worried about you.”

“Well, as you can see Y/N I’m perfectly well. Now, if you would kindly leave my office—“

“Why are you being like this?” You finally sighed, your patience beginning to waver.

“Because I have work to do. I don’t have time to laze around with you.”

“Laze around with me?” You echoed. “I may not be the Acting Grand Sage, Al Haitham, but that doesn’t mean I’m not working. I stop what I’m doing every day just to see if you’re alright…because Archons know that if I don’t, you’d be skipping meals daily!”

“I’m not some child Y/N, I don’t need you to look after me, now if you would please leave my office, I’m wasting time with this discussion.”

“How on earth do you think it’s right to treat people like this?” You snapped, the festering heat in your chest reaching its peak. “I’m worried about you because I care!”

“If you really cared…” He rose from his seat, approaching you with a steadiness that left you uneasy. “you would have left Y/N instead of wasting my time!”

His last words echoed throughout the room, but what was truly deafening to the man was your reaction —the way you stepped away from him as if preparing to flee.

Groaning at his actions, he lifted a hand to his already dishevelled hair in a poor attempt to calm his racing mind but watched in horror as you flinched.

Disgust soon washed over him like a tidal wave.

You thought he would hurt you?

Archons, he did hurt you… though not physically. It dawned on him that he had been treating you abrasively for the last few months, yet you still remained nothing short of kind and patient towards him.

He didn’t deserve you, he thought, yet a part of him selfishly feared that you’d leave him after today.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, and although his voice had grown soft, his eyes trembled with unspoken words of guilt and regret, the sight stubbornly pulling at your heart until you bridged the gap between the two of you and quietly took him into your arms.

He hesitated to reciprocate, worried that he’d cause you more alarm, but all it took was you tightening your hold around his torso for him to wrap his arms around you, settling his head against the crook of your neck.

“I didn’t mean it, I swear. I’m sorry.”

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 4 months

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Secret Admirer - S.Snape

Summary - Snape had been receiving notes, poems and gifts all year. They were just sitting on his desk waiting for him, he could only speculate who had been putting these things on his desk, until one day, he catches this secret admirer red handed.

Pairings : Severus Snape x Professor!Fem!Reader

Warnings : Female Reader, use of Y/N, not proofread

This is based on this request by @acupnoodle Thank you for the request!

Author's Note : I had a bit of a hard time writing this so please let me know if there was any mistakes or if there was a bit that didn't make sense. I can only become a better writer if I get feedback on how I can improve!!

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Severus was always curious about who had been leaving little notes and gifts on his desk. Now, he wasn’t complaining, his admirer had brightened his day every single time something was left on his desk. Even the students had taken notice that whenever there was a note or a little wrapped gift on his desk, he’d become happier, chipper even.

He had no idea who this admirer was and he so desperately wanted to know, he thought he recognized the handwriting but convinced himself that he was delusional. Even one of the students had recognized the handwriting, saying it was Professor Y/L/N’s handwriting. He hoped that it was actually her but he didn’t want to get his hopes up.

“Professor Snape?” He heard Hermione’s voice from behind him as he was getting himself ready for the lesson.

“Yes, Miss Granger?” He acknowledged the girl, still facing the blackboard.

“Who do you think is leaving you those gifts?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Not even a guess.”

“No. Let’s start the lesson shall we?”

That seemed to be his routine, until one day one of the house elves had delivered a wrapped box with a poem attached in the middle of one of his lessons. He eagerly took the box from the elf, thanking them before sitting at his desk, gently pulling the note off.

Severus,

I admire watching how passionate you get when you talk about something you like. I admire everything you do, you’re a great man, a great professor and a great person. Anyone would be lucky to have you in their life.

Love,

Your Admirer

The students watched as a smile spread across the man’s face, color gracing his pale cheeks as his eyes scanned the paper over and over again.

“Are you blushing, professor?” Theodore Nott teased. Severus ignored the teasing as he opened the box carefully. Inside of the box was a signed book from his favorite potioneer, the color on his cheeks darkened even more as he handled the book with care. “Snape is blushing!” Theo pointed out to the class. The girls all giggled at the professor and the boys all let out teasing “oohs”. He quickly shut them up and continued the lesson.

The next day, he had decided out of the blue to go to his classroom early. He heard shuffling around in his room which put him on high alert, he peeked into the room only to find a woman placing something on his desk. When he looked closer, he noticed that it was Y/N Y/L/N, the professor he so desperately hoped was his admirer.

He didn’t understand why she chose him, he was cold and mean, he was unfriendly and sour, so why him? He stood by the door and waited until she turned around. She let out a shriek of fright at seeing the man she was leaving a gift right by the door. “Severus! You scared me!” She gulped. She hadn’t expected him to come to his classroom so early, her heart pounding in her chest.

“You’re my admirer. I should have known that was your handwriting! I second-guessed myself,” He admitted, “I was hoping to catch you one day, ask you on a date but I was too nervous.”

“No need to be nervous Sev. I’d love to go on a date with you!”

The two professors smiled at each other, walking towards one another. “I hoped it was you,” He smiled at her.

“Oh really? And why is that Professor?” She teased as she grabbed his hands.

“Keep it up, darling,” He taunted, a smirk overtaking his smile.

“Keep up what? I’m not doing anything,” She said innocently. He leaned down closer to her, giving her the space to decide if she wanted to lean in or lean back. She, too, leaned in, connecting their lips into a shy and gentle kiss.

They pulled away for a moment before leaning back, kissing each other with more certainty, more passion. Severus letting go of her hands only to move them to her waist, pulling her body flush to his, her arms wrapping around his neck, hands fiddling with his jet black hair.

The sudden cheers and applause had caused them to jump apart, Y/N accidentally biting his lip in surprise causing it to bleed. “Oh Merlin! I’m sorry! Are you okay?” She rushed out, inspecting his lip. Severus couldn’t help but chuckle, wiping away the blood with his cloak sleeve.

“I’m fine, darling. I promise. You’re going to be late for your class, I’ll see you tonight,” He assured her, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead before sending her on her way to her classroom.

The students taking their seats were still cheering and chatting about what they saw as they sat. “Snape is gonna get laid!” Theodore called out causing laughter to spread throughout the class.

“That is not appropriate Mr. Nott. I will be taking 5 points from Slytherin for that comment,” Severus told the boy, taking his own seat at his desk as he settled himself for the lesson. A permanent smile graced his face as he taught his classes throughout the day. Word spreading quickly that the Potions master and the most beloved professor were going on a date later that day. Bets pertaining to when the pair were getting married started even though they hadn’t even had their first date.

The students may not have enjoyed Severus Snape as a professor but they knew that Professor Y/L/N was the best partner for him. They wished nothing but the best for the pair.

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ghostofthemost141 · 5 months

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Glass Eyes

Pairing: Ghost x F!Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 1,862

Themes: Angst and more Angst

About: You and Ghost are happily married, except you don't remember that. After a mission accident, you are having amnesia and Ghost wants you to remember the life you have.

Notes: Inspired by a TikTok I saw and decided to put it into word format. Nickname for this one is Birdie. And I have Ghost's thoughts jumbled in here so anything that is like this are his internal thoughts. Happy Thanksgiving to those that celebrate it! Enjoyy!

“Lieutenant.”

“Yes?” Ghost called to me with a sour tone.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask.

No, my Birdie. You did not.

Ghost’s piercing blue eyes stared into my soul. When he came into our meeting room, he didn’t have his usual mask that obscured his entire face. I had never even realized his eyes were blue until he came in today with just a black jacket, his skull balaclava mask that revealed the upper part of his face, gray jeans, and blue converse shoes. Ever since I woke up from my injury, Ghost always looks at me with so much sadness. I don’t understand why he does that.

“No.” He mumbled.

I did not understand were this was all coming from. Everytime I ask, Soap, Gaz or Price, they just give me a ‘He is going through a lot right now’ but won’t tell me what. It was all confusing especially since he is giving me kind of the cold shoulder.

If only you would understand, Birdie. Better yet, remember.

I could look at Ghost and could see he was thinking, while staring at me. I feel like I should have a talk with him, especially when I haven’t done a damn thing wrong and yet he is treating me like this. He should know that I am one of the best fighters here besides him. Nevertheless, I need to continue this meeting as usual.

“How is your head?” Gaz asked me.

“Hurts, but manageable. I have been through worse.” I answer.

It’s true. You were nearly shot to death when you first started and you still fought with the last bit of bloody strength you had in ya. You’re a fighter. A damn good fighter.

“I feel like I know what’s coming.” I say.

“Yeah, we are sending you home temporarily. You’ll be able to come back once your brain is healed.” Price informed me.

Fuck.

What a relief.

“I’ll miss y’all, but orders are orders.” I announce, turning to the guys.

They were all smiling at me except for Ghost who, once again, had his eyes turned away from me. What the hell?

“I guess I better go pack my things. Y’all don’t have too much fun in the field without me.” I joke, making the guys laugh.

“Do you want some help, Birdie?” Soap offered.

I wanted to accept his offer, but I also wanted to leave the door open for Ghost so I could talk with him.

“I got it, but thank you Johnny.” I smiled at him and he did it back.

Even though Ghost has a mysterious charm to him, Soap has always been so kind and friendly to me. He’s also quite the handsome devil. I wonder if he is single, I am just not the one to ask someone about their love life. Disbanding the meeting, I turned and walked to my room, getting ready to pack my belongings. Despite my love for being out in the field, I was lowkey happy to be sent home on temporary leave. Gaz told me that if I were to hit my head again, I could be rendered a vegetable so it’s best for me to be sent home so I can heal and be able to be back on the field. I stepped into my room, feeling a small wave of sadness.

“I’m gonna miss ya.” I say to myself in my room.

“You’re never coming back here.”

“AHH! JESUS!!” I cried out, getting startled by Ghost’s sudden appearance.

“Ghost, you scared me.”

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

As I was catching my breath, I had just realized what he said.

“You’re never coming back here.”

“What did you mean by that?”

“By what?”

“You said I was never coming back here. What did you mean by that?” I ask, seeing he is beating around the bush.

Ghost’s eyes pierced at me, as if I was his enemy.

“You won’t be comin’ back here. They are just lettin’ you down easy. A head injury is basically a death sentence for being in the force.” Ghost told me.

I felt my heart drop, hearing Ghost tell me that.

“I..I don’t understand.” I mumbled.

“Of course you don’t.”

No fucking way. I shot my head up at him and walked up to him.

“What’s your problem? Ever since I came out of my coma you’ve done nothing but give me the cold shoulder and as far as I know I haven’t done a damn thing to you! So what gives?” I exclaimed in near hysterics.

“It’s nothin’.” Ghost sneered.

“No it is, tell me now Lieutenant.” I sternly said.

“No.”

“Tell me now.”

“Birdie, don’t.”

“It’s something alright, just tell me.”

I swear to God I am going to scream and I don’t want to do that to you, my love.

“Tell me.”

“Tell me now.”

“Tell me-”

“YOU ARE MY WIFE!!”

…

What? What did he just say? Ghost’s eyes were wide..I couldn’t even tell what it was. Was it anger? Was it sadness? Was it denial? I couldn’t tell.

“What? What do you mean?” I asked Ghost, trying to reach for him but he just flinched away from me.

“You..” Ghost paused as he tried to gather his words up, “you hit your head, Birdie. During a mission, someone snuck up behind you, and hit you in the head with the butt of their gun. Despite you passing out, you managed to kill the bloody bastard. But by the time I reached you, you were unconscious. We took you to the medic and we put you in a medical coma to give your brain time to heal. You were lucky to have no bleeding up in there, but they said the possibility of you having amnesia was high. I didn’t want to believe it..”

“Lieutenant?”

What? Why did she call me that? She always calls me Simon. Birdie looked down to see me holding her hand.

“I didn’t think you’d be so worried about me.” She joked with a smile.

Does she not..

“Of course I would be, love.”

“Love? Aw you don’t have to pretend you care so much, Ghost, it’s not like we are dating or anything.”

Oh…

Oh.

Bloody fucking hell. This is not happening. I was about to speak when I saw the old geyser Price doing a frantic head shaking motion at me. What? What does that mean?

“I was just..worried is all, Birdie. I’m glad you’re okay.” I say, letting go of her hand despite feeling heartbreak for the first time ever.

“..until you said that. ‘It’s not like we are dating or anything’. That told me right there you don’t remember.”

I could feel a heavy weight in my chest. This..this was all too much. Why, why would Ghost be telling me this? I don’t understand.

“Why would you be telling me this now?” I questioned.

“Because I want you to remember.”

For a split second, I swear I could hear Ghost’s voice breaking, as if he was going to cry. I have never heard Ghost cry, ever. But within that split second, he got his composure back.

“You..you make me so happy, Birdie. I just want you to remember.”

I thought about it. I mentally dug into my brain, to try and remember anything, something, any little thing that would indicate that Ghost and I were..together. But nothing came up. No memory or nothing. Just blackness.

“I’m..I’m sorry Ghost. I don’t remember-”

“Just pack your shiet and leave.” Ghost growled.

“Ghost, I’m sorry I-”

“Just..go. Now.”

I have never heard Ghost get this intense nor scary. I didn’t know what to say. I felt bad for him that he supposedly had a life with me, but I just can’t remember it. I wanted to say something else, but I felt like anything I said would upset him.

“Yes, sir.” I mumbled.

Upon me saying that. Ghost immediately turned and walked out of my room. I wish I could remember. I have always had an infatuation for Ghost and the fact that he told me we are married, is an absolute shock to me. And I wish I could remember.

Goodbye, my Birdie.

One month later

My head didn’t hurt as much as usual today, which made me happy. Even though Price did eventually tell me I wouldn’t be able to come back to the field due to my head injury, he was happy to visit me once they got to go back home. Same with Gaz and Soap. The only one I haven’t heard from was Ghost. I wanted to reach out to him, but considering the last time we talked was a month ago and he ordered me to ‘pack my shiet and leave now.’ I get that he was upset, but I also wish he understood my point of view. I want to remember, trust me, but no matter how much I rack my brain, I can’t remember. I only remember me getting recruited and the day of my injury. Every once in a while, I will have a small flashback to a small thing that happened during my time on the field, but they are never about Ghost and I being together. None of this makes sense, but there is nothing I can do about it. I was at my dining table, stirring my coffee mug about to sip it and eat the french toast I made.

*KnockKnock*

Who could that be? I am not expecting anyone and Price didn’t tell me they would be coming home anytime soon. I got up, went up to the front door, and opened it, nearly fainting in response.

“Hey, Birdie.”

Ghost stood there at my doorway holding a bouquet of..

“Ghost, I uh..didn't expect you.” I admitted, considering how angry he was with me.

“I know.”

“Would you like to come in? I can make you some tea.” I offer.

“I’m fine, I just wanted to come by and bring you these. They were your favorite. And to also apologize for how I treated you when you left. It wasn’t right. I’m sorry.” Ghost apologized.

I don’t think I have ever heard Ghost apologize before and it was definitely genuine.

“It’s okay, sir. I understand.”

I understood where he was coming from.

“Please, just Simon is alright.” He said.

Simon? Simon..

Ghost then handed me the bouquet of sunflowers. They smelled so nice, so heavenly, so…

“Simon.. Do you really feel that way about me?”

“I do, I love you, Birdie…”

“How are we going to tell Price about us?”

“I’ll figure something out, love. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about nothing…”

“Si.”

“I love you so much, Birdie..You complete me.”

“Birdie, will you marry me?”

“Simon..yes. Yes I will.”

I..I remember now.

“Si?’

Simon’s eyes beamed up and were once again full of life again, hearing me utter his nickname I had for him.

“Birdie..”

You’re back, my love. You’re finally back.

END

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naughtyneganjdm · 6 months

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Naughty or Nice - Chapter 1

Summary: It's Christmas time with Negan working at a big advertising agency where his big promotion is shut down after the new, sexy, co-worker of his winds up being handed the job he's been hoping for. Being forced to work through the office Christmas party, Negan gets a glimpse of his new boss that ignites the spark to something between them that with a little luck could prove to be truly naughty or very, very nice between them.

Characters: Negan, the reader (OC), Simon, etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51464518/chapters/130059037

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, angst, smut, etc.

Notes: This is going to be the spicier of the two Christmas stories that I will be working on this year for Negan. I hope you enjoy it!

It was Christmas time and Negan was sitting in front of the computer in his office finishing up something from his most recent project at work. While everyone else in the office was out at the Christmas party, he was still stuck in his office all alone. The music was blaring, the laughs and sound of fun that the other people were having was heard outside of the closed door that he had. This was killing him. Negan was always the life of the party, so being tied up in work was driving him crazy. More than anything he wanted to go out and mingle with everyone else, but he knew that his new boss would have his head if she saw him interacting with everyone if he didn’t have done what she wanted.

A knock on his door drew him to pull his attention away from the computer screen and he was thankful for it. He needed a break. He was hoping someone would come and save him from his work. Waving his fingers for the welcomed interruption, Negan leaned back in his chair and sighed when he saw Simon standing at the door with a tray of drinks in his hands, “Are you naughty or nice?”

“What?” Negan snickered, pushing his chair back and away from the desk as Simon made his way around it. Placed on the tray were two different drinks labeled naughty on one set of the drinks and nice on the others. “What are they?”

“Naughty is a cranberry orange whiskey sour and nice is a spiked hot chocolate,” Simon lowered down the tray to offer Negan a drink. After gazing them both over, Negan cleared his throat and reached up to loosen the knot in his tie. “What will it be boss?”

“Can I be both naughty and nice?” Negan snickered making Simon crack a smile before nodding his head. Reaching for one of each, he set them on his desk and shrugged his shoulders. “Thank you.”

“What are you even doing in here in the first place?” Simon wondered, heading back toward the door of Negan’s office. “People keep asking where you are.”

“Well you know that I’m taking a vacation with the kids to the girlfriend’s hometown for Christmas and New Years, so Y/N is having me finish what I can here. I guess me still having my laptop and working from there is not good enough for her,” Negan noted with a loud, audible sigh. Leaning back in his seat, he shrugged his shoulders and threw his hands up in the air. “I get to leave when she decides it’s okay to leave.”

“I don’t know why the big boss put her in charge. Her job should have gone to you,” Simon suggested causing Negan’s nose to wrinkle at the comment. Negan was a top advertising executive at an advertising agency and he was damn good at his job. After all his hard work and doing better than everyone else, he expected to be getting a raise and a higher title, but instead they decided to hire on Y/N who they had managed to steal out from another advertising agency that was a competitor. Even though Negan was upset, he swallowed his pride and did his best to work with her, but for some reason they seemed to have so much tension between them. Y/N didn’t seem to be much of a fan of him and she made it clear. No matter how nice he was to her. “These parties used to be so fun before she was here.”

“Everyone is out there having fun,” Negan noted staring out at the others that were dancing and seemed to be enjoying their time together. “The only people not out there are me and Y/N.”

Lowering his head, Negan stared out through the glass walls of his office to see that Y/N was still in her office working as well while the party was going on, “That’s what I mean. You’re fun as hell. Everyone else? Not as much.”

“Well I appreciate that,” Negan reached for the whiskey sour to take a long swig of the alcoholic beverage. Once he got a taste of the alcohol, his eyes bounced up and he let out an amused sound. Pulling the glass away, he looked it over and tipped his head back to look out at Simon. “Did you make these?”

“No, you think I’m capable of making shit this nice? They hired someone to make drinks, food, the whole thing,” Simon responded with a snort pointing toward the drinks that were put together rather well. “Why don’t you just quit what you are doing and come out here? Play a game or two with people. They would appreciate your energy.”

“I’m not going to get my ass handed to me,” Negan snickered finishing off the drink in a surprisingly fast manner. Standing up, he moved over toward Simon to give him the empty glass before heading back to his desk to sit down. “Thank you for the break though. I needed it. And the alcohol.”

“You work too hard Smith,” Simon alerted him with a shake of his head before closing the door behind him. Adjusting the hot chocolate that he was given, Negan made sure that it was in a safe spot with a coaster underneath it before getting back to work.

A few minutes after Simon left, he heard the ding of his messenger alerting him that someone had written him. Pulling it up made him let out a huff when he saw what was there waiting for him.

Y/N: I hope those drinks don’t keep you from finishing that project.

Lifting his head, Negan stared out at Y/N’s office to see that she was staring out at him from where she was seated behind her computer. Reaching for the drink that he had on his table, he held it out in her direction giving a firm nod of his head. Bringing the drink to his lips, he took a few big swallows before setting the drink down. Thinking out a response he typed it out and then hit send.

Negan: Don’t worry boss. You’ll get your project in the next twenty. Who knows, there might even be time for you to get to enjoy the party.

Shaking his head, he dropped down the conversation and went back to what he was doing. It offended him that she acted like he wouldn’t be able to finish what he was working on. Negan was the best at what he did and he always got everything done on time. He had a good reputation and to have her act like he was known for not getting the job done got him heated.

Getting back to work, he finished things up and sent Y/N a link to the files. Getting up from his desk, he stretched out his back with a wince and reached for the rest of his drink to finish it off. Heading out of his office, he didn’t even wait for a response from her before moving through the office. Their company had the whole floor in one of the large buildings in the city and the whole party seemed to be taking up most of the space that they did have.

Looking between Y/N’s office and the rest of the group of people that were having fun, Negan sighed heavily and headed toward Y/N’s office. Her door was open, unlike his was while he was working so it made it easy for him to knock on the door frame when he stood at the entrance. Her eyes slowly lifted to him when he cleared his throat and shrugged his shoulders.

“I sent you everything, Boss,” Negan informed her folding his arms out in front of his chest. “How about we take some time to enjoy the party for a little while? It is Christmas time after all.”

“There are some things I wanted to work over with you before we leave tonight,” she explained to him, standing up from her desk to move over toward the display boards that she had set up. A loud, disappointed exhale fell from Negan’s lungs and she let out a laugh. “We’re the two in charge of this project and neither one of us are going to be here for a few weeks Negan. We need to have everything prepared for the team to take this on.”

“We’re going to have our laptops with us and still be working from our vacations Y/N,” Negan reminded her with a frown, straightening his posture. Slipping his hands into his pockets, he sighed and shook his head. It was obvious that she wanted to finish working on things, but his heart was set on enjoying things for at least a little while. “It’s Christmas, Boss. How about you take an hour for us to enjoy the party and then when things start winding down, we can come back in here and finish whatever you want.”

“I don’t know Negan,” she began which made his face scrunch up and she could tell that he was displeased with her answer. “An hour. You can have an hour, but then we have to finish this before we leave.”

“Fine,” Negan went to leave seeing her go to sit down. Shaking his head, Negan moved further into her office and grabbed a hold of her wrist to bring her out with him in the main area of the office. “No, you’re not going to go back to work. You’re going to come out here and enjoy yourself like the rest of us human beings for a little while.”

“Negan, I have things to finish,” she bickered with him, trying to get him to release her wrist, but he nodded toward the dance area where the music was loud and people were having fun. With a loud sigh, she nodded her head and felt him releasing her. “Fine.”

“It doesn’t hurt to let your hair down for a while,” Negan suggested having her follow him toward the group of people. Giving her a weak smile, he nodded his head toward his friends and went off in his own direction. Watching her for a while, he could see that she didn’t know what to do. People liked Y/N and thought she was nice. For the most part she was, she was just very serious about her job and seemed to have a problem with him. Which meant the people that were on his team weren’t her biggest fans, but they managed since Negan was never outwardly hateful about her. “She looks like a lost puppy.”

“What?” Simon choked, leaning in closer to Negan who nodded toward Y/N who had someone come up to talk to her. “I think her panties are too far up her ass for her to have a good time.”

“Nah, I think she’s got it in her to have a good time, she’s just worried what people will think,” Negan claimed, tipping his head to the side noticing the drinks that Simon were holding onto. “What do you think she would pick? Naughty or nice?”

“Nice. She doesn’t want anyone to think she’s naughty. Then again, she might not even want a drink at all. It may make her look bad to actually drink alcohol,” Simon waved Negan forward toward the group of people while holding onto the tray of drinks. Once he stepped before Y/N he could see her eyes get big when he pushed them up toward her. “Naughty or nice?”

“I’m sorry?” she breathed out, her eyebrow arching in curiosity trying to pull herself back enough to look at what he was throwing in her face.

“Are you naughty or are you nice?” Simon questioned nodding toward the drinks so she could look them over. “You have to pick one.”

“I don’t have to do anything,” she put emphasis on her words and it made Simon roll his eyes. “I still have a lot of work to do, so I shouldn’t be drinking before it gets done.”

“Called that one,” Simon muttered under his breath, lowering the tray of drinks and looking to Negan who smirked. “Can’t even have a little fun.”

“I’ll just pick this one,” she seemed to be bothered by what Simon said as she grabbed one of the hot chocolates from the tray. Negan reached for one of the same drinks hearing the amusement come from Simon. Y/N took a big sip of the drink and let out a wince when she realized how much alcohol was actually in it. “Did you make these? They are strong.”

“The fact that both of you think I’m capable of making something tasty enough that looks like this is very honoring. You should know I’m not really this creative,” Simon pointed out going out toward someone that was calling for him with the drinks. Negan shifted on his feet watching her trying to drink what she had grabbed.

“You don’t have to drink that, you know that, right?” Negan inquired taking slow sips of the hot chocolate drink, his eyebrow arching in curiosity. After his comment, she finished off the drink and a smirk tugged at his lips drawing attention to his dimples. “You don’t have anything to prove to these people.”

“Why are you being nice to me?” she wondered, her eyes narrowing and it made Negan’s deep, raspy laugh follow. It felt like she had to yell at him in order for him to hear her over the loud music and that made her kind of uncomfortable. “Seriously?”

“I’m always nice to you,” Negan countered with a roll of his eyes, turning on his heel so that he was standing beside her and not staring out at her. “You just hate me for some fucking reason no matter how nice I am to you.”

“Listen,” she went to respond to Negan, but someone approached him in excitement to try to talk to him about something. The person was clearly drunk and they were pulling him over toward another part of the party. Once he was gone, other people started coming up to talk to her about things and it seemed like they were now comfortable being more open with her after seeing her out with everyone and drinking. There were exceedingly large amounts of laughter and she looked in the distance to see that people were surrounding Negan who seemed to be entertaining others like he always did. It seemed like no matter where Negan was there were always people laughing and smiling.

Once an hour passed, Y/N headed back toward her office and knew that she had work she had to get done. Instead of bothering Negan, she just went back to do things on her own. People seemed to enjoy having him out there so she gave him his space.

After some time working alone, she heard her door pushing open and it made her jump seeing a slightly sweaty Negan standing in her doorway. Watching closely, she saw him undo the cuffs of his dress shirt so he could push the arms of his shirt up before joining her in the office, kicking the door shut with the heel of his foot, “I’m ready, Boss.”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” she acknowledged looking up from her computer to see that Negan was pulling one of the chairs in beside her so they could sit with one another to look at whatever she wanted.

They worked together for a while and she started to notice that the party was dying down. At one point, Negan stood up from where he was seated and went to close the blinds in her office and when she gave him a confused expression, he shrugged his shoulders, “The lights are distracting me and I want to focus.”

“Fair enough,” she replied before going back to work with him. When they finally got toward the end of things, they had two versions of their final design for something and were trying to determine what they liked better. “Which one?”

“I don’t know Boss, whatever you think,” Negan leaned back in his chair, caressing his hands in over his thighs letting out a long exhale. His hazel eyes hooked with hers and his chiseled jawline flexed when he threw his hands up in the air. “You’re the one in charge.”

“I’m asking your opinion,” she stated in a firm tone and it made an arrogant smile tug at his lips. “What?”

“I just think your opinion is the one that matters most to the bosses. They wanted something new and whatever you think is probably going to be what they would prefer,” Negan explained with a tired breath, reaching up to brush his fingers through his dark hair. “So go with whatever you want. For me, I’m just eager to get home. I have to leave early in the morning with my girlfriend to drive for a while to her family’s house so I’m just eager to get done.”

“See, you say I hate you but this is where the problem is between us,” she pushed away from the desk, turning in her chair to stare out at him. It made his dark eyes get big. Biting at his bottom lip, Negan’s face scrunched up and he didn’t immediately respond which annoyed her. “It’s obvious you are so upset that they hired me on in this position. Your team visibly fucking hates me and they don’t hide that either.”

“So what if they don’t like you?” Negan waved his hand about in the air, his voice rasp and he reached for a bottle of water that she had grabbed for him. “You’re the boss. You shouldn’t care if people like you or not. All that matters is what the people in charge think. You aren’t here to be liked or make friends. You’re here to do your job and do it well.”

“But everyone likes you,” she countered drawing his dimples to sink in further and a thick rumble of laughter followed. It infuriated her how charming his smile actually was because half the time she wanted to smack him, but he was undoubtedly a good looking man.

“No they don’t,” Negan shook his head, his Adam’s apple bouncing in this throat when he looked back to her. “You don’t like me. My jokes don’t work on you. My charm doesn’t work on you. I work my ass off and it’s never good enough for you. So obviously it doesn’t always work.”

“And you care what I think about you. So why are you here telling me not to care?” she disputed with a huff, folding her arms out in front of her chest. Hearing her say that made him release an amused exhale.

“Touché,” Negan tipped his head from side to side. “I guess I’m just better at handing out advice than I am following it. I just don’t get why you hate me to begin with. I don’t give you shit. I follow your direction. I work hard. I’ve never tried to undermine you. I could have tried to give you shit from the start to prove you weren’t capable of your job, but I instead kept my ego in check and accepted that they gave you the job that I worked my ass off to get. Of fucking course I’m upset that the job I wanted was given to someone who didn’t put in the years here at the company, but I’m not going to try to foil your work here and get you fired. I like you. I think you’re a good worker. I can see why they snatched you out from the other company’s nose. We’re a team and I’m doing my best to work with you, but you won’t give me a fucking chance. Instead you act like I’m a terrible worker when I’m actually one of the best that they have here. So how about you do what I have been doing for you and you show some respect for me because it’s getting fucking tiring having you being a pain in the ass toward me when I’ve welcomed you here with open arms and have kept my team in check to make sure things work out smoothly here.”

The sound of someone clearing their throat was heard and they obviously were bickering so much that they didn’t hear someone opening the door. They both turned their heads slowly to look to see that Simon was standing at the door, “I just entered at a very tense moment, didn’t I?”

“Simon?” Negan snapped, his jaw flexing showing that he was frustrated in the moment. “What do you want?”

“I’m just the last one to leave. I thought you would want to know that,” Simon informed them, pointing back over his shoulder and giving them both a stare. “I should get going though. You two should finish this. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year and all that shit. I’ll see you both when you get back.”

“Wonderful,” Y/N waved him off and Simon’s eyes connected with Negan’s. Grimacing, Simon made an over dramatic face that led Negan to shake his head. Once Simon closed the door, it left the two of them alone in silence.

Getting up from the desk, she moved around Negan and heard him huff. Grabbing something from one of her cabinets, she pulled out an expensive bottle of cognac to set it before Negan. Grabbing two glasses, she placed them on the desk and sighed loudly, “Here…”

“What is this?” Negan’s nose wrinkled, his hazel eyes watching her pour some alcohol out for them.

“A peace offering,” she slid one of the glasses toward him and it was clear that he didn’t trust her. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I have been giving you shit, but I thought you wanted my job.”

“I do want your job,” Negan announced, his throat getting tense when she stated that. “The difference is that you have that job. And I can’t take it. So I’ve learned to deal with it.”

“Fair enough,” she responded, taking a long swig of the alcohol after she poured herself some and sat down. “You have to understand how hard it is to be a woman in a position of power. People automatically look down on you because this is supposed to be a predominantly male career and a lot of men have a problem when their boss is a woman.”

“I can see that,” Negan took another small sip of the alcohol, letting out a wince when the taste of it hit his tongue. It was fucking good and he wondered why she was sharing it with him. “Personally, I have no problems taking orders from a woman. I’ve always admired when a woman takes charge.”

“Wow,” she chuckled lowering her glass from her lips, her eyebrows bouncing up in curiosity. “Was that you flirting?”

“That was just me being honest,” Negan answered her, going to put the glass down and she stopped him from doing so. “What?”

“You don’t have to savor it. You can drink it. If we don’t drink it, it’s just going to sit there. View it as a peace offering,” she pushed for him to drink the alcohol. Thinking about it for a long moment, Negan pulled the glass back up and tossed the drink back swallowing it down. Refilling the glass for him, she let out a surprised sound when he stood up from the chair and moved over toward the side of her office to look out the giant window panels out at the city. “I would like you to be honest with me about your opinions Negan. I want to work with you. I want us to be a good team. Not have you just go with whatever I say.”

“It’s snowing,” Negan ignored what she said and pointed out toward the window after shooting her a glance over his shoulder. After a minute of staring out at the city, he sighed and turned to face her. “So where are you going for vacation?”

“Home,” she stood up from where she was seated and leaned against the side of her desk while keeping a tight hold of her glass. “It’s been a long time since I was home. My family is a bit old fashioned. So I really haven’t been eager to be back.”

“Why is that?” Negan was curious and he noticed the tension she had in thinking whether she should tell him or not.

“I’m not the favorite child. I’m the problem child,” she informed Negan with a simple shrug of her shoulders. “I got out as fast as I could. My father was hard on me. I didn’t do anything right. He thought I was poisoning my other siblings with my big ideas. I was the middle child. My oldest sister was the apple of his eye. I wanted to be in the city, do what I do now…he wanted me to remain a farmhand. It’s funny because my father is very old fashioned, but all three of his daughters have a different mother. And my mother is the only one he wasn’t married to when I was born. Is that much of a shock? I think I’m the mistake that he regrets and took the anger he had for himself out on.”

“Sounds like your father is a bit of a hypocrite,” Negan reasoned with her taking another sip of the drink that was in his hand.

“Understatement of the year. My father has wanted nothing to do with me for years after our last fight. But my younger sister called me and begged me to come back. And then her mother also did too. She was the woman who raised me, so I only thought it would be right to come back for them,” she looked down toward the ground thinking about her family and she sighed. “No, that’s not true. I’m only going back to prove to my father that I’m good enough. I have money, a good job…a fiancé that loves me.”

“Ah, you’re saying fuck you dad,” Negan winked and she let out a hesitant laugh.

“Kind of,” she sighed, pointing back toward her computer. “Getting to work while I’m there will help take my mind off the stress my family will undoubtedly give me.”

“Wait…did you say your fiancé?” Negan repeated what she said moments earlier watching her hold her hand up to show the ring that was over her finger. His eyebrows bounced up in amusement and he finished what was left in his glass that she had given him. “He must be miserable.”

“Fuck you,” she chuckled when he gave her a wicked smirk and she knew that he was just screwing with her. Negan moved back to place his glass down on her desk. “And what about you? You’re going with your girlfriend I think I heard you say?”

“You listen to me,” Negan placed his hand over the center of his chest to act surprised. A deep rumble of a laugh fell from his throat as he moved over to the large glass windows to brace his back against them. “Here I was thinking you ignore everything I say.”

“I thought we were trying to bond here,” she waved her hand back and forth between them. Setting her glass down on the desk, she reached for the bottle of cognac and took a long swig from the bottle. Moving out toward him, she handed him the bottle and he accepted it to do the same. “Give me a chance.”

“I hope you aren’t driving home tonight,” Negan whispered after a hiss fell from his throat. His hazel eyes narrowing out at her as she smirked.

“I’m not much of a city driver. I grew up in a very rural area. Open roads, this city driving isn’t for me,” she explained stepping in beside him to stare out at the city. “I’m in the city because it’s so different from where I grew up. What about you? Why aren’t you going home to your family?”

“I have no interest,” Negan answered her, his eyebrows bouncing up when he turned to look out at the city with her. “Like you, I didn’t have a great father. He pretended he was, but his actions spoke louder than his words. I always wanted to go to New York City when I was a kid. Especially after my dad came back from a work trip once with one of those lady liberty bobble heads. He told me how big the world was and promised to bring me here. But he never did. Something always came up. With everything really. We never did anything as a family. It was always just me and my mom.”

“And your mother?” she wondered seeing Negan shake his head and bite down on his bottom lip. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Negan whispered sucking in a sharp breath of air. Pulling the bottle up to his lips again, he took another long swig of the alcohol and then handed it back to her. “I moved to the city with my wife. We were two kids that grew up in the suburbs and we so badly wanted to escape it. I originally wanted to be a ball player, but I hurt myself. So I went with what I was good at and it was art. Who knew that just drawing random things would get me…here. I just thought it was a bunch of bullshit that I did when I was bored. I never realized I could make this much doing a silly hobby.”

“Wife?” she repeated what he said, her expression confused when she looked to him. Negan tipped his head to the side and reached for something that was around his neck to pull out a necklace that was there. It drew attention to the three rings that were there and she let out a loud exhale realizing where this was going. “You’re…”

“A widower? Yeah,” Negan responded with a huff, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat when he shifted on his feet.

“How long?” she felt bad for even bringing it up noticing the change in Negan’s demeanor when he dropped the rings back at the center of his chest.

“She passed away two years ago. It’s why I’m trying this whole trip away with the girlfriend and the kids,” Negan informed her and he could see her eyes getting bigger when she clearly had no idea that he had children. “Yeah, I have a boy and a girl. My son is thirteen and my daughter is seven. Maybe if you actually make it to the other side of my desk one day you can see photos of them.”

“I’m so sorry,” she swallowed down hard looking out across the city feeling like an asshole that she didn’t even know about his family. “I don’t really know anything about you.”

“It’s not your job to know who I am,” Negan replied to her, outstretching his hand for the bottle of alcohol again obviously needing this sip after everything that he was talking to her about. His eyes were damp and there was guilt that ate away at her watching him drink. “What about your fiancé?”

“I met him when I was working in another city. He was a pizza delivery guy,” she informed Negan seeing him smirk and gaze over at her. “He’s really nice and sweet.”

“You don’t seem like the type that likes really nice and sweet,” Negan commented and she turned to give him a once over.

“I like pizza,” she said in a rebuttal making the both of them chuckle. Stealing back the bottle from him, she sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “I panicked.”

“Come again?” Negan’s eyebrow arched when she looked down at the ring that was on her finger.

“I panicked. He asked me to marry him out in front of a bunch of people and he’s so nice that I didn’t want to embarrass him,” she looked to her hand where the ring was and she shook her head. “I enjoy his company, but marrying him? I don’t know. I thought relationships were supposed to fuel you. Excite you. Make you feel endless amounts of passion…”

“Sounds like you shouldn’t be engaged,” Negan noted letting out a tense breath when he noticed how hard it was starting to snow.

“What about your girlfriend?” she questioned hearing Negan scoff and he pushed his hands back into his pockets. “What?”

“I was lonely,” Negan informed her tipping forward onto his toes and then back onto his heels while they just got to know one another. “The first time I met her she was ready to rip my head off over the last drink at one of the street vendors. I guess I like em’ feisty.”

“I see,” she shook her head, moving back for her desk to set the bottle of alcohol down and reach for her laptop. “I guess we should pick which one we want so that way we can get home to the two people that neither one of us should really be with.”

“Well that’s bold of you to suggest,” Negan’s nose wrinkled when she moved over toward the couch that was in her office. Heading over to the couch to sit down in beside her, Negan leaned forward and rest his elbows on his knees. “I guess since you want me to be honest with you, I hate both the colors of the final two designs. For a New Years campaign, I find the colors to be mundane and depressing. New Years is supposed to be bright, happy, exciting for the possibility of a new year…it’s meant to draw people in and they are supposed to be feel good about the holiday. The colors that you chose feel like they were picked by someone that is…sad.”

“Really?” she looked to the two designs that they had up, surveying over them. “I think they look sharp.”

“Sure, they look sharp, but the colors promote a sense of sadness. Trust me, I would know,” Negan explained circling his finger at her screen where the two designs were up. “That’s why I told you to pick because I don’t like either color. The design, I like. The colors, I don’t.”

“Why?” she turned her head to stare out at him and he huffed in response.

“Because color theory says certain colors draw people to feeling a certain way and…” he began to answer, but she shook her head to interrupt him from going on. “What?”

“Why are you sad?” she inquired having his hazel eyes hooked with hers and he let out a nervous laugh. “You’re sad. Why?”

“You know why,” Negan slurred, looking down toward his feet shifting beside her knowing that he was becoming uncomfortable. “Why are you sad?”

“Why would you think I’m sad?” she countered seeing the smirk that tugged at his chiseled features. “I just got a great job, I’m engaged, I have everything I’ve ever wanted in life…”

“Do you?” Negan wondered, tipping his head to the side when he looked to her again. “Your design choices read someone who is depressed and with certain projects it hits a certain crowd, but with things like this…it’s just not going to work. So why are you sad?”

“You’re infuriating,” she scoffed, leaning back on the couch while they spoke about the designs. “One conversation and you think you know everything about me.”

“Yeah, I know it’s shocking, but I fucking listen to people when they talk to me,” Negan snorted, turning to face her with his jaw clenching. “Contrary to popular belief, I do occasionally know how to shut up and listen. I also know what it was like to be sad because some of my best work I cranked out when I was fucking sad because I buried myself in it. I still bury myself in it. Other than my kids, work is my only escape from the things that I’m feeling.”

“That’s you Negan, not me,” she pushed further, her chest tightening when his eyes narrowed out at her. “I know what I said earlier about my fiancé, but I was drinking and…”

“Being honest?” Negan inquired, his eyebrows bouncing up as he surveyed her over. “Sometimes drunk words are the truest words. Sad recognizes sad because you are just like me. Maybe not for the same reason, but I can spot one when I see one.”

Staring out at Negan, she felt her breathing heavy, her heart racing while he shook his head and nodded back toward the art, “Maybe if we just send them both of these, they can pick the one they are most interested in and…”

A surprised sound fell from Negan’s throat when she reached out to grab a hold of his chiseled jawline to tug him towards her. Their lips crashed together and at first Negan was stiff against her. This was never a position that he ever thought they would find themselves in. Especially with how negative she was toward him throughout her time at the company so far.

Being this close to him allowed the scent of his cologne to intensify and that was something she always found so appealing about him whenever she was near him. His scent was unique to him. Whether it was his musky cologne, his cigarette that he may have snuck in during a break or his mint gum that he used to cover it up with. From his deep raspy voice to his scent…she always knew when Negan was around. She didn’t know what had gotten into her. Maybe it was the alcohol or the conversation, but she had a desperation to kiss him. Even if it was wrong considering her position at the company.

Letting the kiss linger, she knew it was an awkward first kiss, but it was an opportunity she couldn’t resist. Pulling back slightly had Negan’s long eyelashes fluttering, his eyelids heavy and narrowed. Waiting, she didn’t know how to react until she felt Negan’s index finger curling in underneath her chin to bring her closer to him. The rough pad of his thumb swept over her jawline and the warmth from his breath lingered over her lips causing a chill to flood her body. There was something in the way that Negan looked at her that took her breath away. Surprisingly enough, she was immune to it for most of the time, but in this moment, she was hooked. She was pretty sure that he knew that.

“You are so beautiful,” Negan slurred, his thumb causing her to shudder when it brushed against her skin. Getting close enough to just barely drag his bottom lip over hers caused her eyes to come to a close. Just having the warmth of his breath over hers had chills flooding her veins. Her face grew hot when his lips finally claimed hers. It started off slow at first, testing the waters between them. This was a much better kiss than the first one. The one she had done originally was a quick thing that came out of nowhere. This was thought out and with every sweep of his lips over hers, it had her falling in closer to him. Kissing Negan made everything feel like it stopped. The worries of getting this project done were no longer a problem in her mind. They didn’t exist. Each caress of Negan’s lips were almost perfect, his fingers sliding up the lengths of her jawline, down over the side of her neck and then around the back of her neck to curl around it. Goosebumps developed over her body from the chills he was drawing out of her. A tender flick of his tongue pressed at her lips, testing if she was okay with the idea. Parting her lips, she gave him permission allowing his head to tip to the side to brush the warmth of his tongue against hers. Returning the gesture had him moaning against her lips. Tremoring in his grasps, she knew that she was hooked.

Pulling back, her breathing was labored and her lips parted. There was something in Negan’s eyes that she couldn’t quite read with his stare locked on hers. His pupils were dilated with lust, his eyes falling back to her lips again when he slid in closer to her on the couch. Closing the distance between them, Negan’s hand pressed in over her bare shoulder, his rough fingertips caressing over her skin in a tender moment before his nose nudged hers.

Stealing another kiss from her lips, Negan dropped his other arm to hook it around her waist, pulling her in closer to him. Their kisses grew more intense making the both of them breathless. Every touch grew stronger, more desperate with their tongues fighting for some kind of dominance.

“Stop,” Negan tore himself away from her, standing up from the couch and holding his hands up in the air when he backstepped. His chest was rising and falling heavily, his lips parted and his breathing labored. “This is wrong. You’re engaged, we’re both drunk and…”

“I thought you were the naughty type, Negan,” she stood up from the couch, moving forward to place her fingers over the center of his chest. Leading him back toward the large glass window panels of the building, she heard a breath catch in his throat when his back hit the coolness of them. His eyes followed the movements of her fingers and he wasn’t eager to push her away. “Now why don’t you let me play nice and do what we both want here.”

Brazenly, she reached between them to caress over the center of his pants in confident touches. Groaning out, Negan’s eyes grew heavy with lust and he inhaled sharply. Leaning his head back, he couldn’t find the strength to tell her no. She was right. They both wanted this. Confidently, she stepped forward to tip up on her toes to kiss over his chiseled jawline causing him to tip his head to give her more access to him. Wet kisses were peppered across his thick neck and it had faint moans falling from his throat. Sliding his hands down over her sides, Negan pulled her close to him wanting to feel the heat of her body next to his. It contrasted well with the coolness of the window against his back.

“You work so hard Negan,” she whispered, nibbling at his earlobe when her free hand lifted to grab a tight hold of his neck. It made him wince, his head turning to lock eyes with hers. Continuing her caress over him had his cock growing harder with each touch beneath his black slacks that he was wearing. The vein at the side of his neck was bulging and everything about him right now was incredibly sexy. He was both dominant and submissive, giving into the desires of what she seemed to want from him. And the fact he gave her that? That made him so much sexier to her. “Maybe it’s time I rewarded you for all of that.”

A wolfish smile tugged at his lips when she pulled her hand away from his pants to reach up. Plucking the top button open on his dress shirt had him exhaling loudly, his eyes watching her every movement. In this light it was easy to see how long Negan’s eyelashes were and it drew her to the beautiful hazel coloring of them. Even the scene felt perfect in this moment for her. Having Negan pressed against the glass paneling with the night lights of the sky behind him. It was snowing and it gave everything a dreamy feel.

Tipping in, she peppered wet kisses over his revealed flesh with every button she would undo on his shirt. What was nice about Negan was that he was very verbal about the things he liked. He’d praise her with the sweep of his thumb over the side of her face while she kissed over his body. Negan’s body was slender, but gorgeous in every meaning of the word. Once the material of his shirt was separated, she tugged at it to get it out from his pants and pushed at the sides. Kissing over the soft patch of flesh that was under his navel had him breathing louder, his fingers sinking into her hair. Nipping at the skin, she found a rush of courage in the way Negan was looking down at her.

Standing up, she tugged at the material of Negan’s shirt to get it down his arms to reveal the tattoos over his body. It locked his wrists together making it hard for him to move while she took all of him in. At first it was his tattoo over his pectoral muscle that drew her attention. Tracing over it with her fingertips had Negan’s breathing growing louder. Extending her fingers out, she caressed up over his shoulder to gaze over the tattoos that were there and it made her throat go dry.

“Look at you,” she breathed out, dragging her fingers across his flesh to trace down over the center of his chest. Twisting her fingers through the dark curls of hair that covered his flesh, she stepped forward and saw his Adam’s apple bounce in his throat. Flattening her hands out over his abdomen, she slid them up toward his chest and out over his shoulders to trace them over the tattoos that were there. “Not only are you an artist, but your body is art too.”

“Yes ma’am,” Negan slurred enjoying the way that she was touching him. It had been a while since someone had looked at him like she was. It was driving him crazy having her lips so near to his without her kissing him. Tipping forward, he nudged her nose with his alerting her to the fact that he wanted to kiss her again.

Bringing their mouths together, Negan flicked his tongue at the inside of her bottom lip having her purr against his mouth. Tugging at her bottom lip with his teeth, Negan growled and kissed over the side of her face toward her jawline. Dropping her hands, she worked open the belt in Negan’s pants and eagerly pulled them open. Once she had the zipper down, she unhurriedly pushed the material of his pants and boxer briefs down to the bottom of his waist. Cooing out, she enjoyed the way Negan’s short beard teased at her flesh while he pampered her neck with hot, wet kisses.

“Jesus,” she breathed out, stealing a look down between them to get a look at his solid erection. A chill flooded his body at her response. Carefully, she extended her fingers out to curl them around his girthy arousal. At first, she tested him in her palm learning his body and she found herself in awe of him.

“Thanks,” Negan wiggled his arms just enough to get his shirt back up over his shoulders so his wrists weren’t locked in place. Lifting his hand, he curled his long fingers around the back of her neck to urge her back to him to kiss him. Their kisses were strong, each of them fighting for some kind of control in things like they often would in their work. Each caress of her hand over his distended flesh grew harder and it kick started his heartrate.

Grunting out, Negan felt her pushing into the center of his throat with her free hand to get him to drop his head back against the glass window. Inhaling sharply, he watched her smirk and then lower down slowly to her knees after kissing down over his abdomen. Dropping his stare, he knew he didn’t want to miss this. She continued to jerk him off, getting him completely solid in all of his glory with her touch. Arching his hips forward toward her, Negan knew that she was playing with him in the way that she was kissing over his hips.

“I thought you were going to reward me?” Negan frowned knowing that she seemed pretty eager to be doting on his body, but he wanted more. His comment got her to lift her eyes up, a smirk pressing in over her lips when her kisses grew closer to his masculinity. Sucking at his bottom lip, Negan huffed when her lips teasingly kissed at the shaft of his cock. Licking his lips, Negan knew she liked to be in control of things so he allowed her to be. With her wet lips kissing over the length of his body, it had his muscles tightening, his hips pressing forward in closer to her and a rumble fell from his throat. “Y/N…”

“Patience Negan,” she hushed him having his fingers sinking into her hair. It felt good to be in this position. Having someone desperate for her, holding onto her like Negan was. Purring out against his flesh had him dropping his head down, a moan falling from his throat that turned her on sending a chill to her very core. “There is a lot of you to cherish.”

“There is,” Negan snickered, his fingers caressing at her scalp when her lips finally found their way to the tip of his cock. Dragging her tongue out over the ridges had him bucking forward toward her again enjoying the way that it felt. A deep, raspy moan escaped him when her tongue flattened out and dragged over the tip. “Fuck.”

Fighting to keep his eyes open, Negan knew this wasn’t something he wanted to soon forget when her lips finally wrapped around his body to take the tip between her wet lips. Lapping her tongue at him had her collecting the taste from him at the tip. Swallowing down hard, Negan bit down on his bottom lip and was glad the party ended. They weren’t being quiet and if someone was here, they would hear them. Moaning out, Negan felt his heart skip a beat when she took him further back down her throat before unhurriedly pulling her head back, dragging her tongue along the underside of his shaft. It was slow, focused and done in a teasing fashion. And she repeated the movement several times leaving him wanting more. Her hand caressed over the lower half while she pampered the upper half with the welcomed warmth of her talented mouth. Every bob of her head over his erection was cherished knowing that while this was a gift for him, she also seemed to be enjoying herself just as much. Knowing that she found pleasure in giving him a blowjob made this so much more appealing for him.

Watching her was a reward in itself. Tipping his head to the side, he felt one of her hands sliding up over his hip to caress over it. It slid over his side toward his small, tight bottom to give it a firm squeeze drawing him forward and further down her throat.

“Fucking hell,” Negan panted when her other hand worked over the base of his erection to caress over it in tempo with the movements her mouth was making over him. What he should have been doing was stopping this, but he didn’t want to. They were both intoxicated. They drank a lot. But he didn’t want to stop this. Not one bit. Stroking his fingers through her hair, Negan found himself enchanted with her while she pleasured him. Every movement, every stroke of her tongue was meticulous and perfect just like her work at her job. Tugging on her hair, Negan pulled her head back with a wet sound when his cock pulled from her mouth. With her wet lips glistening and her eyes staring up at him with a desire that he hadn’t seen in so long, Negan lowered down, his fingers grasping tightly to her jawline. “You certainly don’t half ass anything, do you?”

“Never,” she breathed out with a tiny smirk, gasping when his lips hammered down over hers kissing her with all the power that he could muster up. Tugging at the strap of the black dress that she was wearing, Negan managed to pull the dress down over her breast to reveal it to him. Kissing over her shoulder had her cooing out until his lips pressed down to cover her breast. Circling his tongue over the flesh had her fingers sinking into his hair while he pampered her flesh with the talented caress of his tongue. Urging him back, she dragged her thumb across his wet lips and felt him kissing at the pad of her thumb. “If you like having a woman in charge so much, show me what you can do with that mouth since you are so talented at winning people over with it.”

“Yes ma’am,” Negan growled, scrambling forward to pick her up in his arms. Heading over toward her desk, he laid her out across the top of it hearing her gasp with how swiftly he was moving. Palming down over the side of her face, Negan’s eyelids were heavy with want while he gazed over her. “You are so fucking beautiful…”

“Negan,” she stammered his name before he hushed her, leaning his head toward her palm to press a kiss over the center of it. Hearing him saying how beautiful she was had her swooning more than she cared to admit. Hooking his arms under her thighs, Negan pulled her toward the edge of the desk and caressed over her hips. Pushing the dress up over her body, he stopped when he got it to her navel. Sinking his fingers into the hem of her panties, he pulled them down her body, his eyes locked with hers when he saw the nervous breath that fell from her lips.

“Everything is going to be okay, Boss,” Negan dragged his tongue out over his bottom lip, a wicked smirk tugging at his handsome lips. It drew attention to those ridiculously charming dimples of his and it made her heart flutter.

Raising her head up, she watched Negan kiss over the inside of her thigh. His eyes were hooked with hers watching her reactions to what he was doing. Dragging his lips over her flesh, he stopped when he reached her core seeing her eyes coming to a tight close with her head tipping back. The warmth of his breath over her drew her to let out a whimper and it made him smile. Finally leaning forward, he pressed faint kisses over her flesh knowing that it was teasing her, but he felt like she kind of deserved that after all the shit she put him through. Gradually, he allowed his kisses to grow in strength, having her hips rise up toward him with every touch. Hooking his arms around her thighs, he pulled her close to him and grasped firmly to her hips with his hands. Wetting his lips, Negan growled before extending his tongue out to drag a line up over the length of her sex and then back down. Teasing his tongue around her clitoris in slow circular motions, Negan took his time to slurp at her sensitive bundle of nerves before peppering her body with wet kisses.

Dropping her hand down, she sank her fingers into his hair having an amused rumble follow from his throat that vibrated against her flesh having her arch up toward him. Purring out, she couldn’t help but enjoy the grasp he had on her hips wondering if it would leave a mark with how hard he was holding onto her. Pulling his right hand away, he tipped his head back to draw a line over her sensitive folds with his long, slender fingers. Circling her entrance with his fingertips had her whining out, before he unhurriedly pushed his middle finger inside of her drawing her hips up toward him. Humming out, Negan wolfishly smiled when he started to thrust his finger inside of her finding the areas she seemed to like the most before adding another finger. Allowing her to get used to the motions, he set a sturdy tempo with his fingers once he found her g-spot. It had her bouncing up toward him, her breathless whimpers growing louder while he had his way with her. Wetting his lips once more, he went back to pleasuring her, his tongue circling her clitoris before slowly shaking his head from side to side.

“Almost,” she cried out feeling a fire burning deep within her veins that had her clutching to both his hair and the side of the desk. Wet sounds filtered through the air while the strength of Negan’s tongue grew stronger. Slamming her eyes shut, she moaned out and heard the satisfied sound that came from Negan when her body shook against him. Instead of stopping, he continued to pleasure her until she yanked back on his hair with her heart hammering in her chest. As his fingers dragged from out of her, she couldn’t help but whimper from the sensation it left her with. “Fuck, Negan.”

“Do you want me?” Negan wondered, his eyebrows furrowing before he turned to press a wet kiss over the inside of her thigh. Biting at her flesh had her purring out when she gave him a firm nod. Standing up from where he was knelt before her, Negan swallowed down hard and looked down at his rigid length seeing her eyes falling upon it. Standing up, Negan wrapped his long, slender digits around his cock to caress over it slowly. Pressing forward, Negan made sure that she was right at the edge of the desk before grabbing a hold of his erection to drag the swollen tip through her wet folds. “You know, you let people think you’re the nice type, but I’m fairly fucking certain you’re the naughtiest of girls. Aren’t you?”

“I can be,” she mewled out when the tip of his heavy cock dragged across her already sensitive clitoris. An arrogant expression flooded Negan’s features when he tapped his cock against her body having her arch up toward him. Smirking, Negan used his free hand to reach for the bottle of alcohol to steal another swig of it before setting it down somewhere other than the desk for it to be safe along with the glass that she had placed on her desk previously. “I’ll be as naughty or nice as you want me to be.”

“I like that,” Negan slurred, his eyes lowering to watch while he traced himself over her body. With every touch it had her tremoring just that much more and it made him smile. Adjusting his body, he reached between them and led the tip of his cock to her entrance. Pushing slightly forward had her body tensing up and he lowered his upper half over her, bracing with one of his hands on the table while the other curled under her hips to bring her up toward him. “I won’t hurt you.”

“Strangely enough, I trust you,” she breathed out, her hand reaching up to caress over the side of his face while his lips lingered over hers. Locking eyes with him, she felt him reaching between them again when he led himself toward her once more. When he was lined up, his lips pressed in over hers trying to keep her focused on him and his kisses when he managed to sink the tip into her drawing her to whimper against his lips. Filling her with just a small amount, he allowed her to get used to him when he hovered his lips over hers.

“I’m your first big dick, aren’t I?” Negan inquired, finally taking the time to push forward just a bit more hearing her whine. It caused her to lift her head up to look between them to see how much he had inside of her. “If you can’t take it, we can stop.”

“I don’t want to stop,” she assured him with a pant, clinging tightly to his shoulders while she tried to roll her hips up closer to him urging him further inside of her. “It’s just new for me. I can take anything. Just go slow. Please.”

“Yes ma’am,” Negan growled, kissing her once more allowing her to pull him in closer to her. Their kisses grew in strength more determined to be closer in this moment to get her used to the whole thing. Slowly her hips rocked over his length, allowing her body to get accustomed to what was inside of her already. Faint moans were falling from his throat while she took her time with him. It was strange how intimate this actually felt with them at first with their kissing, touching and the careful movements she made under him. For so long he saw her as a badass that was unbreakable, but with her under him he realized how fragile she actually was. Just like him. Tough on the exterior but broken on the inside. And it drew him to her. Peppering kisses over her lips, Negan felt her right hand caressing down over his back toward his bottom to urge him to start moving. Rolling his hips forward had them both moaning out in unison. Hovering his lips over hers, Negan pulled back before pushing forward again loving the way he felt inside of her. It felt like she was made for him. The warmth of her body drawing him to her again and again when he brought their lips together.

“Harder,” she ordered, nibbling at his bottom lip and he pulled back just enough to stare down at her.

“You sure?” Negan confirmed with her watching the smile tug at the corners of her lips.

“You won’t break me,” she promised making him smile when he gave her one single nod. Obeying her orders, Negan started to quicken his thrusts adding some power behind every thrust forward and pull back he made. It had some of the things on her desk falling over, but neither one of them seemed to care. They were just lost in the moment. Her nails bit into his back through the material of his long-sleeved dress shirt that he was still wearing. With Negan giving her a taste of everything that he had, it left her with a full, stretching feeling that she rocked her hips up toward. The sounds that Negan made had chills flooding her body. Negan’s deep, raspy voice was sexy already, but to hear it paired with his moans was driving her wild with desire. “Fuck Negan.”

“You feel so good. So fucking tight,” Negan hissed, grasping onto the table tightly to help give him strength in bringing his hips forward to smack up against her. Tossing his head back, his throat tensed, the vein at the side of his neck bulging more than normal while he pounded away inside of her. “How many orgasms do you want?”

“It doesn’t work like that?” she mused, her whines growing louder with the way that Negan moved inside of her. There was determination in the movements while she clung tightly to him, the tip of his cock hitting all the right spots inside of her with their fluid movements. “I need to be able to make it home.”

“How many?” Negan growled, his lips hovering over hers and she didn’t have an answer for him. Pushing forward, Negan used his strength to plunge himself into her in reckless abandon until he heard her squeal out and pull her hips away from him leaving him a breathless mess laying over her. Her hips shook, her eyes slammed shut when he got her to an orgasm that seemed to absolutely rock her world. An amused growl followed with him kissing down over her jawline and over her neck to place a bite there. “You’re a squirter. Good. I like that.”

“Give me a second,” she begged, her hand placing over Negan’s abdomen to keep a distance between them while she panted beneath him. Her thighs were still quivering and she couldn’t believe what just happened. Lifting her head, she whimpered and shook her head. “I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Negan snickered, his lips covering hers with hot, wet kisses that drew her to him all over again. “Something tells me I’m the first to do that to you. Which kinda makes me proud to be honest with you and I want to keep doing it.”

“I have to make it home Negan,” she whined feeling one of his hands reach between them to caress over her incredibly sensitive body.

“We’ll share a car and I’ll make sure you get home,” Negan whispered, nibbling at her bottom lip while caressing over her body in tender sweeps. With her pressing into his shoulder just enough to get him to back up, he let out a hesitant sound and frowned. “Everything okay?”

“Come…” she pulled herself up from the table on wobbly legs, reaching for his hand. Accepting her hand in his, he followed her over toward the large glass windows. Smirking, Negan got the hint of what she wanted and it excited him. Giving her a quick kiss, Negan chuckled when he pulled back and urged her to face the window. Placing her hands up against the glass panel, Negan moved in behind her and caressed over the lengths of her body. Purring out, she felt Negan’s lips over the side of her neck with his body close behind her. Staring out into the night, she felt Negan’s fingers curling around her neck in a possessive grasp. “It’s beautiful outside tonight.”

“It is,” he slurred against her flesh, placing tiny bites over her skin before rubbing his cheek in against hers. Palming in over her abdomen and up toward her breast, Negan squeezed tenderly at her body and smirked. “You’re fucking kinky. You know that?”

“You like it,” she looked back over her shoulder to have him deposit a wet kiss over her lips where she faintly sucked at his tongue when it brushed between her wet lips.

“I love it,” he replied back with a mischievous sound, kicking apart her legs enough to get her how he needed her. Positioning her hips where he needed them, his fingers dug into her flesh and he adjusted his hips behind her. “Enjoy the sights…”

Wincing, the sensation of him leading his cock to her opening was felt and she bit down on her bottom lip. Sinking into her with ease had Negan smacking his groin up against her bottom. It had her falling in against the window, whimpering out with how sensitive she already was. Negan followed her movements, pulling his hips back slightly before thrusting forward again. Dropping her head back left her neck open for him to pamper her flesh with hot kisses again. One more firm thrust got her up on her tiptoes and he suddenly became stagnant inside of her.

“Damn it Negan,” she whined, her hips bouncing back toward his length getting his body deeper inside of her warmth. What followed was his raspy moan with him nuzzling his nose in against the side of her neck. Negan’s fingers dug harder into her flesh leaving her wondering if it would leave marks. “Please…”

“Take a minute,” he instructed, one of his hands reaching around to bring his rough fingertips to her sensitive bundle of nerves. Stroking them in a circular motion over her body had her crying out. “I don’t know whether this is my Christmas gift to you or yours to me. Because now that I’ve been inside of you, it’s all I’m going to think about.”

“It’s both,” she responded knowing that with how big Negan was, she would be feeling him for a while. Rocking her hips toward his caress both felt good and hurt because she wanted him so badly to move inside of her, but he was just keeping still for a moment. It was probably a good thing they were in one of the taller buildings in the city. Sure it was during the middle of a snowstorm, but what they were doing was downright crude. “You feel perfect inside of me.”

Snickering against her flesh, Negan finally gave her what she wanted by unhurriedly thrusting behind her. Their skin smacking was loud enough to hear with the power of his thrusts that gradually got quicker. His fingers continued to stroke over her body, in tempo with the thrusts he made behind her. Trying to brace herself against the window, she knew that by the way the fire was growing at the pit of her belly that Negan was leading her up to another orgasm.

“You’re a surprise, you know that?” Negan growled, nipping at her earlobe while she eagerly bounced her hips back into him. “Here you are, so many floors up in the middle of the city during a snowstorm wanting me to fuck you. You’re wild and you need someone just as wild as you to tame you.”

“Then tame me Negan,” she hissed out allowing him to take her words as encouragement. His hand that was over her hip lifted and he curled his fingers around her jaw. Every thrust was hard, his hips angling just right to fill her in the best ways. Wet sounds surrounded them and she knew that this was going to be a mess that they would have to clean up after. Moaning out his name, she was surprised what her body was actually capable with him when she pulled up and away from Negan when he got her to another orgasm. “Fuck…”

“Good girl,” Negan praised her, his fingers slowing down over her clitoris while she panted and rest her head against the glass. Lifting his hands up, he hooked his fingers with hers and adjusted behind her. Once his cock filled her again, she was whimpering with every movement he made. Tightly her fingers clung to his while he smacked up against her repeatedly. “I think this is the best work we’ve ever done together, don’t you?”

“Undoubtedly,” she licked her lips, agreeing with him wondering what they must have looked like from down below pressed up against the glass fucking. Every plunge he made inside of her had her cries surrounding them and what she loved was the sound of Negan’s moans against the side of her neck. They had a steady pace between them that they both seemed to enjoy and she met his thrusts with the greatest amounts of enthusiasm. She liked the way he felt inside of her. Hitting all the places she rarely felt with others. Negan knew what he was doing and he did it well. “Ah…goddamn it…”

“Feel good?” Negan wondered and she huffed. Obviously, it felt good. He knew that.

“So good,” she whimpered, giving him the answer that she knew he wanted. Winces were escaping her with every forward thrust he made and at this point her legs were tremoring. She didn’t know how much more they could take in this position since she was heading for another orgasm again. “Don’t stop, please…”

Obeying, Negan kept up with what he was doing and heard her cries getting louder while he pounded into her from behind. It had her falling in closer against the window. He followed her movements working to bring her to another orgasm that had her shuddering against him. With his chest pressed against her back, he felt her body contracting around him and it had him nuzzling his nose in against the back of her neck.

“Jesus Negan,” she shuddered, her eyes coming to a slow open. It felt like everything was spinning around her, her whole body numb and shaking with delight from the next orgasm that she was able to achieve with him. “I don’t think I’ve properly been able to appreciate this sight quite like I have right now.”

“Tell me about it,” Negan snickered, pulling back and away from her hearing her whine when his cock pulled from her body. Looking over her shoulder, she saw him sitting down on the couch with his long legs stretched out. Laying back against her couch, Negan allowed one of his arms to wrap around the back of his neck while his erection laid against his lower abdomen.

“My legs feel like Jell-O,” she informed him with a huff, shakily moving across the office to crawl in over Negan. An arrogant smiled tugged at his lips and he tipped his head when she braced her hands over his chest.

“Take your time,” Negan slurred, his hands dropping down over her hips when she reached between them to lead his rigid manhood back inside of her sensitive body. His head tipped back, a rumble of a moan falling from his throat while she took all of him, rocking her hips in a circular motion over him at first. Pushing his hands up, he cupped her breasts and sighed.

Starting to move her body carefully over him, she took her time building up the speed of her hips over his and Negan hummed in approval. Lifting up from the couch, his mouth pressed kisses over her neck and toward her chest where he pampered her breasts with more heated kisses. Clinging to his shoulders, she knew that she only had so much in her left, but it was obvious Negan was the same way. His moans grew louder, his lips finding hers when she quickened the bouncing of her hips over his length.

“I’m going to come,” he informed her, tipping his head back to stare up at her looking between the two of them watching his cock disappearing into her time and time again. Wincing, Negan bit down on his bottom lip and felt her tugging at his thick hair. “Fuck…”

Negan’s moan vibrated against her lips with the warmth of his release inside of her starting to fill her. It felt good. Really good. With him deep inside of her, she could feel his cock throbbing and pulsating with every movement she made. Soon the sounds their bodies made together sounded naughtier while he kissed her with everything he had.

“Fucking hell,” Negan’s head dropped down when her movements slowed down and he rest his head against her chest. Her fingers stroked through his wet hair and it was like the room was spinning around him. For a while they just sat there holding one another. Strangely, the thing he felt the most right now was confusion. Confusion for how he was feeling after all of this. Tipping his head back, Negan found himself in awe when her hand stroked over the side of his face. “Are we okay?”

“Do you mean with the sex?” she inquired, trying to gain her breath back while Negan was going soft inside of her. “I’ve really only been with my fiancé for a very long time and we’re always usually safe. I’m on the pill. Why? Do you have a lot of partners?”

“No, that’s not what I meant. But not really. It was my wife and after she passed, my girlfriend on occasion, but we use protection which I realize we should have done here, but…” Negan rambled off finding himself at a loss in this discussion and he shook his head. “I mean…this…us…”

Pushing into his chest, Y/N got Negan to lay back against the couch and she laid in over him, her head resting over the center of his chest listening to his heart pounding beneath her. The steady rhythm of it was beautiful to her and she sighed. Stroking his fingers over her shoulders, he found himself actually really liking this.

“Y/N, I like you,” Negan informed her feeling her lips pressing faint kisses at the center of his chest. “Like, a lot.”

“I like you too,” she responded, her fingers circling throughout the wet hair covering his chest. Lifting her head she could see there was a seriousness in his eyes and she pushed up on her hands. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what we just did…I’ve never connected with my girlfriend like I did tonight with you,” Negan reasoned with her, brushing his rough fingertips over the curve of her jawline. “I know this was just supposed to be a fuck and it was great, but…”

��It’s because you got me to squirt,” she chuckled and Negan rolled his eyes before shaking his head. “You have a girlfriend, I have a fiancé…”

“That neither one of us like,” Negan reminded her and her face twisted with an emotion that he couldn’t read. “Scratch that, we like them, but we don’t belong with them. We both proved that tonight with us doing this. Let’s not make this a onetime thing.”

“Work wouldn’t let us do that,” she pulled up and away from Negan, reaching for her dress that was bunched at her abdomen working to pull it back over her breasts. “You know that it’s against the rules.”

“Oh, that’s bullshit and you know that. They just don’t want people fighting at work. That’s it,” Negan snorted, throwing his hand up in the air. “Dwight and Sherry are married. They met here. The boss and his wife work here. If we’re able to work together and try something…”

“Not gonna lie Negan, this is a bit fast,” she sat up straighter on the couch after she pushed her dress back down her hips. “Yeah, I like you…”

“Then let’s do something about it,” Negan suggested, his throat tensing up. “I’ll tell my girlfriend that I’m sorry, but things aren’t working out…you told me yourself that the only reason you are engaged to your fiancé is because you felt forced to be. I haven’t felt this way since I was with my wife. I haven’t connected with someone like this.”

“It was sex,” she breathed out letting out a surprised sound when Negan pushed forward to pull her to him to kiss her. It took her breath away and when he pulled back to press his forehead to hers, she couldn’t believe how much it actually affected her. “It would be wrong.”

“What would be wrong is not going forward with what we had here,” Negan waved his fingers back and forth between them. “I’m okay with you being my Boss. I don’t care if you have a better paying job than me. I fucking like you. And us? We’re so much alike. So much.”

“I can’t break up with him over Christmas,” she hummed against his lips when he kissed her again. “It’s the worst time to break up with someone. My fiancé, your girlfriend…let’s just go on this vacation and then see how we feel when we get back. You might just be on a high from the sex.”

“Tell me you don’t feel something between us,” Negan reasoned with her which led her to tip her head to the side and she looked down toward the ground. Standing up, Negan pulled his pants up and over his legs to buckle them together. “And it’s not just the orgasms. We…us…this shit might work.”

“I’ll think about it, I promise,” she answered with a nod of her head, standing up and moving across the space to cup his face in her hands. “Let’s just go on our vacation. Keep in contact since we have to anyways and if we still feel the same way once this whole thing is over. Then yeah, we’ll give it a shot.”

“All right,” Negan agreed to her stipulations, working to button his shirt up while she stood before him. “We’ll do that then.”

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The Takada-Chan Handshake Event

Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~3.5k

cw: explicit language, suggestive dialogue, switch POVs (reader is in 2nd person, Todo is in 3rd)

Summary: Takada-Chan’s first Handshake Event of the summer goes better and worse than you expect.

Author's Notes: Here’s Chapter 2! Thank you everyone who has supported this series so far. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, would love to hear what y’all think so far of the story! Thank you for reading! Divider credit to @/saradika.

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Two weeks after the concert, Takada-Chan hosts her first Handshake Event of the summer in a convention center twenty minutes away. It’s currently six in the morning as you stand outside the doors, a thermos full of hot coffee in one hand and a small tote bag of your belongings in another. Because of your sour experience at the concert, you plan thoroughly today, deciding to arrive at the convention center. Six hours early.

Basic logic and reasoning are clouded by your extreme dedication to this pop idol. This is what you realize as you wait outside the building at the crack of dawn, still half asleep. The only solace you find in your current predicament is that you are first. No one can stand in front of you this time.

You packed all the essentials you need to make the next several hours pass by quickly. A small blanket to lay flat on the ground, marking your territory. The pillow to cushion your bottom from the hard pavement. Even snacks and a small bento for lunch for when you get hungry. No matter what the circumstance, you are not leaving this spot.

Settling in comfortably into your makeshift camp, you start one of Takada-Chan’s concert specials downloaded on your phone. With no one around yet, you listen to it out loud without headphones, nodding your head along to the beat of the music. Fortunately, with Takada-Chan as a welcomed distraction, the first hour flies by.

7 AM. Five more hours to go. There are a few people around now, walking by to kickstart their day, though no one falls in line behind you. Good. You pat yourself on the back for being here ahead of everyone else. If that’s not true dedication, you don’t know what is! You check your text messages from Sara, sending her a selfie of you holding a peace sign along with a message saying, “Early bird gets the worm!”

You don’t expect a response right away, considering she’s still asleep on a Saturday morning, like a normal person. She thinks this isn’t worth waking up at the ass-crack of dawn just to receive a handshake. In fact, her exact words to you were, “You’ve got to be out of your fucking mind.”

Maybe you are, but you don’t care. Most people have hobbies or interests they would do crazy things for. This is fun for you. You are willing to do it. Would it be nice if you had someone that shared the same level of interest you have for Takada-Chan? Sure, because you won’t have to keep dragging Sara around with you, subjecting her to your ridiculousness. While she is generally a good sport about it, you’d feel significantly less guilty if she actually liked Takada-Chan as much as you. You don’t blame her at all for not wanting to be with you right now, especially in these conditions.

At 7:30, you hear footsteps walking towards you. It’s a young man with spiky, pink hair wearing a yellow tee and blue shorts, seemingly a few years younger than you. He falls in line behind you, leaning against the wall. When you look up at him from your seated position, he gives you a friendly smile, waving. “Hello.”

You return his greeting happily. “Good morning.”

After formal introductions, where you find out his name is Yuji Itadori, he puts his hands in his pockets and sighs. “Can’t believe you’re here earlier than me. What time did you get here?”

“6:00 AM,” you answer.

He lets out a whistle. “Dang. Dedicated fan, huh?”

You laugh as you stand up, matching him. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. The last event was completely ruined for me, so I learned from my mistakes.”

His expression becomes curious. “What happened the last time?”

“I was at her mall concert two weeks ago. This massive guy blocked my view the entire time, refusing to move.”

He buries his face in his hand, shaking his head and chuckling. “Sounds like Todo.”

Your eyes widen, recognizing the name. “That’s him! He screamed out to her as she walked off stage! Is he really your friend?”

“Were you near the front of the stage?” After you confirm with a nod, he adds, “Yup, that was him. Oh man. Sorry, but Todo will do anything for Takada-Chan. You stood no chance at all.”

The rage from that confrontation comes surging back, still fresh and hot on your mind. You groan, frustrated. “Ugh, I can’t believe that guy is your friend! He’s such a jerk!”

He shrugs, stating plainly, “That’s Todo. When it comes to Takada-Chan, he gets pretty crazy.”

You cross your arms over your chest, pouting. “Well, I hope I never have to see him again. Sorry, I know he’s your friend, but I can’t have another event ruined for me.”

Itadori flashes you a guilty glance, mumbling, “Well, actually…”

Suddenly, a voice booms out from the distance. “Brother! I got coffee and donuts!” Oh hell no. It’s him, the asshole! Why? Why is this happening to you? You planned today out perfectly! The giant meathead struts to his pink-haired friend, as cocky and aggravating as the first time you saw him. You turn around so your back is facing the two men behind you, desperately hoping the idiot doesn’t recognize you. In a panic, you take your phone out and text Sara:

SOS NEED BACKUP ASAP

also, can you please bring me a donut

~~~

Todo orders two iced coffees and a half dozen classic glazed donuts from the café across the street. Today is off to a great start; he managed to convince his best friendo to wake up early and stand in line with him for Takada-Chan’s Handshake Event. This isn’t his first; in fact, he’s quite the regular at these type of events. Hopefully the idol actually remembers him this time.

Balancing all the treats in his hands, he walks to the convention center, certain that they’ll be first in line. There’s no other fan dedicated enough to wait hours before the event starts just for a handshake. Only heloves Takada-Chan enough to do that. So, it’s a major surprise when he finds someone already ahead of Yuji, literally camped there with a blanket and pillow.

He announces his presence, approaching Yuji to stand next to him, inspecting the person before them. In the lowest voice he can muster, he whispers, “Is this person here for the event?”

Yuji rubs the back of his neck, replying in a hushed voice, “Yeah, she’s been here since 6 AM.”

“What?!” Todo yells, completely abandoning any discretion. He glares at the woman ahead. Who is this chick? How dare she claim the first spot in line! That should be his!

He pushes past Yuji, tapping on the woman’s shoulder. “Ahem, are you in line for Takada-Chan?”

“Yes”, she responds, not moving a muscle.

“Well, you see, I’m Takada-Chan’s #1 fan. I’ve known her since middle school. She’s actually my future wife. That being said, I think that I should be first.”

No response. She remains motionless, refusing to even glance back at him. The nerve.

Growing impatient, he asks, “So, think we can switch?”

Finally, she cranes her head just enough to peer at him. “Nope,” she answers, facing forward again. What. The. Fuck?!

A little louder now, he cajoles, “Come on, don’t be like this. You’re going to deny her #1 fan his rightful spot?”

“Not my problem,” she says, venom laced in her tone. Why does this interaction sound familiar?

It all comes rushing back to him. In the same nanosecond it takes for him to imagine fake scenarios from his childhood, his mind returns to an actual memory from two weeks ago. He uttered those exact words to that short girl who was behind him at the concert. The girl who argued with him, called him an idiot and an asshole. This is the same girl. The loser.

His rival.

If she thinks she can compete with him in this battle to be Takada-Chan’s #1 fan, she has another thing coming. No one beats Aoi Todo in a contest. No one. And when it comes to the pop idol, there isn’t another living entity in the world that can match his devotion to her. He accepted her rejection in middle school for crying out loud, a fact that all people except Todo continue to dispute. This gal has no idea what she just got herself into.

Through gritted teeth, Todo growls, “So it’s gonna be like this? Fine. I hope you don’t mind me singing then. I’ve been told I’m tone-deaf, but if I sing loud enough, I’m sure I’ll hit the right notes!” He starts his playlist on his phone, maximizing the volume. In his biggest voice, he begins belting the first song, Love Gem. Yuji hides behind his palms, embarrassed.

She whips around, finally meeting him face-to-face, yelling, “Oh fantastic! I love this song! I hope you don’t mind me joining in!” Her singing is even louder than Todo, which surprises him. He can admit that she carries a tune better than he could, but still, it’s annoying.

They go at it for about thirty minutes, two noisy, obnoxious adults angrily screaming Takada-Chan lyrics at each other. Todo even tries to play some underground tracks that he thought only he knew, but she perfectly recites it with a raised eyebrow, willing to accept whatever challenge he presents to her.

Seriously, who is this chick?

~~~

It’s been a half hour long battle of attrition against the imbecile, to which you think you’ve won. Todo seems winded, strands from his neat bun coming loose, sweat beading off his forehead. It doesn’t surprise you since the guy has been straight up screaming at you for thirty minutes.

Sara finally arrives, carrying a backpack with another small bag in hand. She approaches cautiously, ending the bizarre singing match. Todo huffs and puffs, glaring at you as you catch your own breath. “I could hear you from down the street,” she says, smirking. “Sounded like two sentient cats starring in their own musical. Imagine my disappointment finding out it’s just you two,” She passes you the bag, carrying a donut inside, as well as a water bottle she retrieves from her backpack. “Thank you,” you say, taking a swig.

“So, what is going on here?” she asks, pointing at you, then at Todo.

“This idiot asked me to switch spots with him even though I was here first. He thinks he deserves it, or whatever.”

Todo interrupts. “I don’t think, I know I deserve it!”

“I wasn’t talking to you, idiot!” you yell back.

“Stop calling me an idiot!”

“Stop being an idiot then!”

Sara, once again, steps between you, intervening. “Cut it out. You are adults, act like it. You two are going to be here for the next four hours, do you really want to waste your energy bickering with each other?”

You pout, knowing she’s right. It’s difficult containing your pettiness with him; something about him really grinds your gears.

Eventually, Todo’s grimace softens, muttering a reluctant, “Fine.”

Sara looks at you, waiting. You roll your eyes, obliging. “Fine.”

She claps her hands with a smile, as if she just solved world peace. “Alright! Now shake on it. Did you even introduce yourselves yet? Shouldn’t the top two Takada-Chan fans at least know each other’s names?”

He grunts, extending his large palm to you. You grab hold of it, surprised at how soft his skin is. The two of you shake hands slowly, stating your names, neither of you letting go. Letting go means you concede. Letting go means you lose.

He tugs you slightly forward, whispering, “You may be first in line, but I’m still Takada-Chan’s #1 fan.” He gives you a smirk, tightening his grip on you.

Feeling bold, you clench him tighter, also pulling him closer, using all your strength to move his mountain of a body. You’re practically nose-to-nose now. “Have fun waiting in second place, behind Takada-Chan’s true #1 fan,” you retort, returning his annoying smirk with one of your own. His eye twitches, annoyed with you. Sara groans beside you while Itadori cackles, amused.

The next couple of hours elapse normally, thanks to Sara’s presence and the distraction of the two behind you. Sara and Itadori seem to get along well as they chat with one another in line, laughing often. Todo and you stay firmly in your spots, listening to your own Takada-Chan playlists on your headphones. Occasionally you’ll exchange irked glances, arms crossed, guards still up. No matter what, you won’t let him win whatever bizarre competition you currently find yourselves in.

More fans line up and by 11 AM, the convention center opens, workers directing you inside. By this time, Sara and Yuji leave, neither friend intending to stay for the actual event. You are led through velvet ropes until you see a small table set up in front of a black backdrop. This must be where Takada-Chan will greet people with a handshake. By 11:45 AM, you can’t help but tremble with excitement.

Todo scoffs obnoxiously. “Something funny?” you ask, facing him.

“For a self-proclaimed #1 fan, you make it so obvious that you’ve never been to one of these before. It’s comical,” he says, eyebrow raised at you.

You scowl at him. “Just because this is my first one, doesn’t make me less of a fan.”

“Actually, it does. I’ve been to so many of these, I’ve lost count. The fact that you haven’t been to any, and you still stand here claiming to be #1. It’s pathetic.”

It takes all the resolve you have to keep calm. Only fifteen minutes to go. You’ve managed to last the past four hours with this asshole breathing down your neck. Don’t let him ruin it now. “You can think whatever you want. I know in my heart how much I love Takada-Chan. You can’t take that away from me,” you argue, voice wavering with animosity.

“Love? If you think your love for Takada-Chan exceeds mine, then you’re more delusional than I initially gave you credit for.”

He really knows how to get under your skin. Where are Sara’s brass knuckles when you need them? “Alright, I get it, you’re in love with Takada-Chan. Creep. I admit, I haven’t been to many events yet, but we all have to start somewhere. Plus, I already proved to you that I know the lyrics to all her songs, even her underground stuff. Don’t think I didn’t notice you testing me earlier.”

He lets out a barking laugh. “Yeah okay, that was impressive. But you still have a lot to learn before you can call yourself a true fan. I can teach you a few things if you want.”

“And why would I want that?”

He leans in close, grinning, a wicked look in his eyes. “I’m a pretty good teacher,” he says in a low voice. “I’m sure there’s a lot you can learn from me.”

Something about the way he says it is intriguing, almost enticing. You remember he is an absolutely douchebag, so the thought passes quickly. “I know everything I need to know about Takada-Chan, thank you very much.”

“Oh really?” he challenges, rapid firing questions about Takada-Chan, to which you answer perfectly. This occupies your time until you hear the other fans in the crowd start to scream. You didn’t even notice Takada-Chan walk into the room because this moron distracted you. But lo-and-behold, there she is, posing in front of the black backdrop, cute as ever. You turn away from Todo, frown literally turning upside down into the brightest smile, in awe that she’s right in front of you.

The security guard beckons you to the table. Your hands jitter with excitement as you walk towards her, stuttering, “Hi Takada-Chan!”

The pop idol smiles politely. “Hi there! Does your boyfriend want to come up with you?”

Confused, you respond, “Huh? My boyfriend?”

She points at Todo, standing in the front now with a delighted expression on his face, gawking at Takada-Chan. You wave your hands, trying to explain. “No, no, he’s not my – ”

She cuts you off. “I just love couples! It’s rare to see female fans, but it’s even more rare to see couples! How adorable! I love it so much!” she beams, motioning to Todo. Bewildered, he slowly steps towards the table, standing beside you, blushing.

“Aw, you two are just the cutest!” She shakes both of your hands enthusiastically. From your peripheral, you can see Todo glowing, completely unaware of the context.

Takada summons one of her security guards, requesting, “Can you grab a few posters from my dressing room?” The man nods, walking to the back room. She faces you and giggles. “I wasn’t supposed to give any posters away until my next event, but I’ll make an exception for you two.” She winks, and you’re almost certain yours and Todo’s hearts will soon burst from your chests.

“Thank you so much, Takada-Chan!” you say in unison, tears in your eyes.

“Of course! How about a Taka-Tan Beam? You have your phones ready?”

You and Todo absolutely lose it. He holds his phone out, hands trembling, actual tears rolling down his cheeks. You shuffle around your purse to retrieve your phone, also shaking, ready to record.

“Ready? Taka-Tan Beam!” she exclaims, flashing her signature pose.

The two of you clap your hands enthusiastically, praising her. Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular…

The security guard comes back carrying posters rolled up under his arm. He hands them to the pop idol, who then gives them to you. “Thank you so much for coming!”

Todo leans forward, palms on the table. “Thank you, Takada-Chan! Thank you! Thank you!”

“Thank you, Takada-Chan!” you repeat, pulling Todo by the sleeve of his shirt to the exit with you. As you leave, he bows continuously towards the idol, who waves farewell kindly.

Once outside, you find a bench to sit at. Todo is nearly foaming at the mouth, still unaware of what just happened. You hand him half of the posters, which he takes without looking at you.

“Taka-Tan. Beam,” he mutters in his catatonic state. His gaze is completed glazed over.

“Hey, Todo. Snap out of it,” you say, waving your hand in front of his face to get his attention. When that fails, you bop his head with one of the rolled-up posters.

“Huh?” He finally comes to, focusing on you.

You laugh. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

“I can’t believe it either. But what was she saying exactly? I was too distracted by her beauty…” he trails off. You tap him again before he goes into a trance.

“She thought we were a couple,” you explain.

“EH?”

“Yeah. I guess she saw us bickering in line and just assumed,” you elaborate, shrugging.

“She gave us special treatment,” Todo muses, stroking his chin, contemplating.

What a turn of events. As much as you despise this man, being associated with him worked out the best for you in this particular instance. Takada-Chan thinks you two are a cute couple and she likes it, so much that she gave you exclusive items and extra attention. The sparkle in her eyes was mesmerizing as she performed the Taka-Tan Beam. It went better than you could have ever imagined.

Todo starts to speak, bringing you out of your reverie. “Look, I’m not that keen on Takada-Chan thinking I’m taken, especially by you. But since she can’t date right now anyways, I guess I don’t mind pretending. As long as we keep getting her attention.”

“What are you saying? You want to pretend to be a couple?”

“Only for Takada-Chan events. Obviously.” There’s that smug look again.

Eyebrows furrowed, you comment, “What, am I not good enough for you?”

He stands up, towering over you with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I know you’re not good enough for me.”

Hot rage tingles in your belly. What a fucking asshole. On your feet, you only come up to his chest, so you tilt your gaze up to glare at him. “You couldn’t handle me anyways, you fucking prick.”

He leans down, his breath tickling your skin as he whispers, “I hope you don’t kiss anyone with that dirty mouth of yours.”

You get on your tippy-toes, closing the gap even more, challenging him. You swallow hard, not sure how to respond, but not afraid to back down. He holds your gaze, his mouth twitching slightly as his grins.

All of sudden, you’re very aware of how provocative this situation might look to an outsider. You feel it yourself. Whatever this angry tension is, it’s sort of…

Okay brain, stop thinking like this. You hate this man. Despise him. Angry thoughts. Angry.

He doesn’t relent. If you’ve learned anything about this beast the two times you’ve encountered him, he will notback down from a challenge. And knowing yourself, you won’t be able to keep up with him. But you can try. “I’d rather eat shit than be your fake girlfriend,” you hiss at him. You grab your purse and stomp off, leaving him behind.

“Ha, then don’t expect my help at the next Takada-Chan event!” he yells out.

As you walk to the train station, you make a promise to yourself to never interact with this oaf ever again.

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rinhaler · 2 months

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Get Your Passport, 'Cause We Runnin' Off

CHAPTER SUMMARY : the day of the big trip has arrived, and you're stuck with your bully for the whole ride there. maybe he'll be nice for a change...

boyfriend!yuuji itadori x f!reader x bully!megumi fushiguro

WARNINGS : 18+, PG chapter tbh, daddy kink mention??, attempted/thwarted bullying.

WORDS : 3.9k

notes : every friday was a funny joke right guys? right?

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“Are you sure you don’t need a ride tomorrow?” Gojo queries as he helps fill your fridge and cupboards with food he picked up for you. It's his way of an apology without actually saying the pivotal words. He told Yuuji he’d look out for you, and he will keep his promise. A few groceries are bound to make him look good in both your eyes and the eyes of your boyfriend.

“Yeah I’m sure. Toji is picking me up from here and then there’s a coach to take us out of town for our field trip.” you inform him.

He offers a smirk and silences himself as he continues to empty the bags. It's a devious look, and you know he has something to say. You aren't sure if you even want to know, but there's just something so irritating about Satoru Gojo that makes you think you'll die if you don’t pry whatever it is out of him.

“Could the reason that you’re declining my offer be that I don’t have what Toji has?” he wonders. You quirk your eyebrow in confusion; hoping it will prompt him to continue. “I mean, Toji has a perfect doppelgänger, right? A mini me, closer to your age.”

“What are you implying, Gojo?” you speak, an accusatory tone bleaching your words.

“Do you… like Megumi?” he inquires.

You wish you never asked.

You can’t help but scoff at that. He couldn’t have found a more inappropriate tree to bark up. Like Megumi? You can barely even stomach looking at him. He’s evil incarnate and, quite frankly, you hate him. You’ve tried being nice to him. You’ve tried being cordial. There isn’t much you haven’t tried to make your life easier when it comes to Megumi, nothing works. So liking him is completely out of the question.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” you laugh, helping him with the last of the shopping so that you can shoo him out quicker. He watches you frantically pick everything up and put it away, he can tell what you’re doing.

Did he touch a nerve?

“I’m with Yuuji,” you halt, a revolted look in your eye informing him of your now soured mood. “I mean, are you… stupid? Megumi has been bullying me since he moved into my art class, actually. So, maybe you should—”

“Alright, alright. No need to get defensive.” he snickers, pulling a lollipop out of his jacket pocket to suckle on as he heads towards the exit.

“I’m not being defensive. You’re being annoying.”

“Yeah? Well why is it that you’d rather take a ride with Papaguro over me. Is it him you like?” he pushes. It’s like he’s trying to make you snap.

“I. Have. A. Boyfriend!” you remind him, yet again, “Toji is hot, yes, in a friend’s dad calling you kiddo type of way. I guess. But he’s just that, a dad. He treats me like his own kid, and I have no interest in him passed being friends.” you explain, hoping to satiate Gojo’s curiosity enough to make him drop the subject.

“Do you call Yuuji daddy when you fuck? Giving off major kink vibes right now, sweetheart.”

“Get out.” you demand.

“Huh? Wait I was just—”

“Out! Gojo, out! You’re done. Get out of my house.” you tell him with a completely straight face. He holds his hands up in surrender as he makes his way towards your front door to leave. You’ve never met anyone as insufferable as Gojo in your life. Not even Megumi is as bad as him. You watch him from your door as you see him walk towards his car. When he opens the door, you decide to offer him some parting words. “Toji doesn’t like you very much, it’s like he doesn’t trust you. And I’m not sure if I do either.”

“Do you know what Toji did to his own kid? Abandoning him after his mother died?” he questions.

“Yeah. I do.”

“And you trust that guy and not me? Tch.” he sits behind the wheel and starts up his car. “Thought you were smarter than that, babe. I’ll see you around.”

The wait for Toji to pick you up is nauseating. It’s your first ride with both him and Megumi in the car. The younger Fushiguro had opted to catch a ride into school with his sister when he heard the news of Toji becoming your new chauffer. But with Tsumiki at work and zero desire to risk taking the bus and missing the coach, his dad became the safest option.

He sits in the back, much to your surprise, giving him the freedom to manspread across the backseat. Toji couldn’t coax many words out of you, your nerves were shot. Of course you said good morning and told him that you were doing okay, but that was as much as he could get.

“Be nice to her today, shit head.” Toji orders. He laughs when he feels Megumi kick the back of his seat in protest.

You shake it off. Everything. His voice, Megumi’s defiance. It all crumbles away as you look out of the window and pretend you’re a cloud.

“Looks like rain…” you sigh. They both hear you, but neither of them comments. The sky couldn’t be bluer and the sun is blaring down. Even the sidewalks are hot to the touch if you were to walk on them with bare feet.

“I’m serious Megumi. No funny shit today, best behaviour.”

“Tell him I’ve been nice to you so he shuts his fucking mouth. I’ve not been giving you any shit, have I?” Megumi speaks, kicking the back of your seat, eagerly awaiting a response. You sigh, and smile. But why should you keep covering for him? Today is going to be hellish whether he leaves you alone or not.

May as well get him in trouble with his darling dad.

“Are you counting when you locked us in the bathroom together? Or the other day when you when you called me an entitled bitch? Besides that, no. You’ve been so lovely to me ‘Gumi.” you hum, continuing to look out of the window.

The argument that breaks out between them goes completely over your head. The only thing on your mind is the sky. You wonder what colour the sky is where Yuuji is right now. Will he look at it and think of you, too? What is the sky like for him? Are you even on his mind? You wish he’d call, you long to hear his voice.

“Little bastard. I know you’re stupid, but I’m wonderin’ now if you’re fuckin’ deaf too. Because I’m sure I’ve told you to quit picking on her.” Toji scolds.

“I’ve done worse. Snitch.” he mutters under his breath.

“Listen to me, Megumi. Leave her the fuck alone. I won’t tell you again. She hasn’t done shit to you so stop making her life difficult for no God damn reason. Thought Yuuji was your friend, so what the fuck is all this for?” Toji continues as he keeps looking in the mirror so that he can stare at his son. It goes ignored as Megumi slumps back into himself and plays his music through his headphones loud enough to deafen the world around him. “Why didn’t you tell me about all that shit he did, princess?” he asks. You shrug your shoulders, ignoring him similarly to how Megumi was.

What a pair of brats.

He lets you both out of the car and stops you both from going anywhere before he says what he needs to say.

“You. Best fuckin’ behaviour or I’ll kick the shit out of you when you get home.” he warns his son as he ruffles his hair. He leaves right after that, heading in the direction of the coach eager to get a good seat. “And you, princess, call me if anything happens. I’ve got a meeting later but other than that I’m free. I’ll drive down to wherever the fuck you’re going and pick you up myself if he acts up.”

“I’ll be fine, Toji. Enjoy your day.”

“Yeah, you too.” he smiles, “Have a safe trip, kiddo.”

You feel yourself smiling and blood rushing to your face at the new nickname he’s bestowed upon you. It wouldn’t have made you as giddy if not for your meaningless conversation with Gojo.

Kiddo, huh? How embarrassing.

Maybe he was right about you having a daddy kink, after all.

You’ll have to let Yuuji know when you speak to him.

The coach is full of students and teachers, and most of the best seats are taken. Though, you do manage to find two unoccupied seats together, you manage to snag them before anyone else does.

Megumi is a few rows ahead of you on the opposite side of the bus; you catch him looking over his shoulders a few times at you. A furious deathly glare in his eyes, clearly still bitter over you ratting him out to Toji this morning.

He’s sitting alone, too, like he often does.

It surprises you that the mean girls of your class aren’t fawning over him.

And almost as if you summoned them, you feel a tug on your hair from behind. The redhead. The blonde traps you in by the window as she takes a seat beside you. Your heart is racing.

You’re sick of this.

Sick of them.

Sick of everything.

And having these two harass you the entire way is going to make this an even longer journey than it already is.

“Maybe we could ditch the group and have some cocktails.” the redhead jokes from behind you. “We had a great time last time we all got drunk together, right?” she snickers, earning a laugh from her friend in the process.

They become stiff and polite in an instant, and you don't even notice. You're too focused on using the window as your escape once more, imagining yourself as a drifting cloud with the hope it'll help you drown out their cruel words for the rest of the journey.

You gasp when you feel fingers digging into the fat of your underarm, gripping harshly enough to make you yelp.

“Get off me!” you shout.

You assume it's one of the girls trying to hurt you.

But you're wrong. Very wrong.

It's Megumi.

Is he trying to rescue you?

He tilts his head in the direction of the seats he's sitting in, telling you that he wants you to come with him. Noting that Megumi often chose words over actions, you decide he was the lesser of two evils and go with him. You pick up his backpack that he used to save your seat and get yourself comfortable beside the window.

“Is there a reason that you two keep bugging her? I asked you for one favour that you couldn’t even fucking follow. Are you trying to make up for it?” Megumi wonders. He speaks in hushed tones, but it’s still loud enough for you to hear.

“We’re doing it for you, babe! We know you hate her, and—”

“I’m not gonna fuck either of you, y’know? I was using you. And I didn’t fucking ask you to do anything for me after the club. Leave me and leave her alone.”

They both look at you with disdain. You can’t help but laugh, quickly covering your mouth and looking out of the window to disguise it. Their expressions are too funny not to laugh at.

They're acting as if you casted some witchcraft over Megumi to make him turn on them. If they had any common sense, they’d realise he is just an asshole who uses people to get what he wants. His thigh rests against yours when he sits back down. It’s nice, for some reason, feeling caged in by someone as threatening as Megumi.

He’s done this before in a way that sent fear directly to your heart. He did it to intimidate you.

But this… is different. It’s protective.

His head rests back against the tall back of the coach seats as he listens to his music. His head lolls to the side, and for whatever reason he decides to open his eyes.

And, of course, he’s greeted to the sight of the girls. His eyes roll and he proceeds to flip them off, clearly done with entertaining them for a second longer.

“Why did you do that, Megumi?” you ask, genuinely curious as to why he decided to save you from them.

“Shut up. Listenin’ to my music.” he hisses back.

You shrug your shoulders, knowing it’s best not to push him. You reach down to pick up your sturdy tote bag and pull out a colour by numbers book and a pack of felt tip pens.

You hear him scoff when you pull down the tray on the back of the seat in front of you so that you can start to colour in. It goes over your head, though, instead of making a biting remark you simply flip him off with a smile.

You hear him clear his throat and turn his body away from you. His eyes flutter closed, and you can only assume he’s trying to nap. It’s fair enough, you think, the coach trip is three hours long. Maybe he didn’t get much sleep last night.

He grunts as he turns back to face you. Though he seems a little disoriented. Does he realise he fell asleep? He’d been lightly snoring for ten minutes.

He looks down at your colouring book, grunting in disapproval as you continue doing your best to remain within the black lines.

“God I fucking hate you.” he mutters.

“Excuse me? You’re the one who dragged me over here!” you snap back.

“Yeah, that was before I knew you were the type of person to colour things in wrong. Why is the fucking dolphin purple?” he laughs a little as he speaks, clearly amused with himself as he berates your colouring skills.

“I like purple. It’s cute!”

“Give me a page, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

“Huh?”

“Give me a page.”

“You want me to rip out a page of my brand new—”

“I’m bored! Give me one to colour in properly.” he demands.

You flip through the pages heading towards the back. There are a few pages you want to do yourself, so you refrain from tearing them. He studies your face and the changes in expression as you see pages you like and want to keep for yourself. Until finally, you find a page with a lion in the wild. It’s so cute, you almost don’t want to give him it. But before you can change your mind, he snatches the book out of your hand and tears it out carefully himself.

“Hey!” you object, but it’s too late.

“Shut up. You’d only ruin it anyway. You know lions aren’t green, right?”

“You shut up.” you moan at him, returning to the page you’d been colouring and dipping your fingers into your pack of felt tips to get another pen. You barely blink before they’re missing from your hands and have been stolen by Megumi as he fishes around looking for a colour he needs. “Those are mine!”

“Heard of sharing?” he responds.

“You’re meant to ask if you can share.” you inform him. “You are the worst art student I’ve ever met. Don’t you have anything of your own?”

“Just shut up and colour your stupid purple dolphin, princess. Be a good girl and share your pens.” he teases as he begins to fill in the lions fur in a golden yellow.

You cannot stand how easily he can get into your head. Because now you are second guessing yourself and your decision. Maybe a purple dolphin wasn’t the brightest idea. But you do like purple! It takes more than a moment to calm the storm in your mind as you battle against his words and your feelings.

There are tons of artists who used colour ‘incorrectly’. Henri Matisse’s Femme au Chapeau springs to mind in a vividly clear image. You decide that you won’t stop there. Every single colour you are about to choose will be ‘wrong’. Why not make the sea pink and the trees blue? Maybe the sand will be red and the sky yellow? It’s your God damn colouring book that you paid for with your own money.

Colouring alone passes an entire hour. Megumi can’t believe his eyes when you show him your finished page. You have a prideful look on your face. And he nods. Is that… approval?

“I actually don’t hate it.” he tells you.

“Thanks. I think?”

He presents his own, looking slightly disappointed in comparison to yours. It’s wrong, but so very right. It’s fun and exciting to look at. His, on the other hand, is boring. It’s how it should be, but it isn’t as entertaining as yours.

“Give me another one, I wanna make it like yours.” he demands.

“A please wouldn’t hurt once in a while.”

He takes your book from you, looking for a page he’d like to colour in. His fingers hover over an elephant you had your eye on. You’re begging that he doesn’t tear it to colour in himself. You scrunch your eyes as you prepare to hear the all too recognisable sound of paper ripping. But instead, a simple ‘tch’ leaves his lips as he flips the page.

“Please may I take this page?” he asks, pointing at a bear in the woods. You nod, grateful that you have the elephant all to yourself. You both get to work, and you are both filled with glee as he begins to colour the friendly brown bear in a sky blue colour. You decide to colour your elephant red, although you regret it almost instantly. You hope you’ll be able to fix it.

“So, you still haven’t told me why you saved me from those girls.” you remind him, prodding for information as to why he decided to be your knight in shining armour.

“So?”

“Why did you rescue me?” you bluntly ask.

“Why did you rat me out to my dad this morning?” he questions back. It steals your breath for a moment, you have no idea what to say.

Why did you do it? You’re just mad at the world, you suppose. He hadn’t actually done anything particularly awful. Nothing to scare you or force a lump in your throat, so you had no reason to tell Toji. But you did. You’re suffering without Yuuji. Why should you be the only miserable one?

“Why did you call me ‘Gumi?” he torments with a sinister smirk on his face.

“I’m sorry about this morning. And, thank you for saving me. It’s been tough since Yuuji left, and—”

“I don’t care.” he tells you, pulling his headphones back over his ears as he starts to colour again. You shrug, assuming you won’t hear from him again until he finishes his up-and-coming masterpiece. “You piss me off, y’know?”

“Feelings mutual, trust me.”

“Listen. I’ve never had a friendship with a girl before. I just sleep with ‘em, normally. But you’re not a dumb cunt on legs like the rest. I wanted to try with you, for Yuuji, but you’re so fucking nosy.” he informs you.

“You’re disgusting. You’d known me all of two minutes and decided I was a good for nothing whore. I didn’t do anything to deserve any of the things you did to me.” you tell him, doing your best to keep your volume lowered so nobody around would be able to hear you.

“Maybe, maybe not. I don’t like talking about my personal life with anyone and you just… you know. Anyway. My dad’s a selfish asshole but he’s trying, and that’s because of you. So I suppose I should be thanking you for that, at least. And he wants me to be nice to you, so that’s why I saved you. I’m sure if you grew a fucking backbone you’d be able to handle them yourself.”

“I used to have a backbone until you started bullying me and destroyed my confidence.” you whined at him, earning a chuckle.

“I said I’m done with you, with that. I don’t know why I’m so desperately craving Toji’s approval but here we are. I can’t help but hate you, but I’ll have your back when it comes to those two. And… if I’m mean, I’m just fucking with you.”

“Shut up.”

“If my dad likes you there must be something off about you. He’s shady. Dangerous.” Megumi tells you. You shake your head, dismissing him.

“Toji is a big teddy bear. He doesn’t scare me, but you do.” you hum. “You’re fucked up and you know it. I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you and I’m sure it won’t be long before you’re making my life hell again.”

“Teddy bear? Ugh. You’re not fucking him, are you? My dad?” he fake gags as he thinks about it a little longer than he intended.

“Why do people keep asking if I have a crush on your dad?” you whisper to yourself. But, you’re a fool, because of course Megumi heard you. He raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your accidental statement. “Gojo.”

“Fuck sake, those two. Ignore him, they’ll both do anything to one up each other.” Megumi huffs, a disapproving shake of his head punctuating his statement.

“So you go way back with Gojo too, like Yuuji? How do you know him?”

“See, nosy.” he scoffs. “A story for another day, maybe. Or just ask your new best friend Toji when we next carpool.” he mocks you, finally blocking you out with his headphones again as he pours all of his focus into his bear colouring.

It’s such a small world.

How have you found yourself falling into this tight knit circle of family and friends who all seem to know each other? It’s crazy that they are all so close and yet so far.

Megumi and Toji are father and son but they are practically worlds apart in terms of closeness. Yuuji hates Megumi like he thought he never could. The Fushiguro’s are both related to your ex Naoya. And Toji, Yuuji and Megumi all have a connection to Gojo.

Megumi mentioned that Toji is shady and dangerous, but you don’t get that vibe from him at all.

Gojo on the other hand has an incredibly seedy aura about him. He’s sweet to you, sure, but why? Just because Yuuji told him to be? Is anyone really that nice? It’s like he’s going above and beyond to make both you and Yuuji happy. You can’t tell how Megumi feels about the white haired menace, but you know that Toji loathes him.

Why?

What the fuck is going on with the men in your life?

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tsukimefuku · 4 days

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fixing broken things ❖ nanami kento

summary: after you realize that everything you were taking care of just wound up crooked anyway, you're pissed and needs a helping hand in order to not let the anger get the better of you.

tags: jujutsu kaisen, sorcerer and kind of gardener f!reader, gardening, light nanami x reader, implied past higuruma x reader, nanami is very kind in his own way, hurt and comfort, some angst, some fluff.

wc: 1K

notes etc.: if you feel like reading a prequel to this, here's crooked gardening. i just randomly had the idea for this one and decided to jot it down. it's barely proofread. wrote it to the sound of we're all eating each other/the thing of life (juliet ivy)

❖ collection of stories: "jujutsu partners au" → masterlist for fics listed in chronological order of events

You were pissed. There was no sugar-coating it.

Many of the sprouts on the flower bed you planted a while ago had their skewers pulled out or broken — apparently by accident, or from people stepping on them without meaning to — and that would take a huge time to fix.

You remembered the talk you had with Higuruma — you were back to calling him by his last name, at least for these past few days right after his departure — where you told him you were good at fixing crooked things.

What a joke.

If you really were, would he have left?

Mindlessly, you conjured one of your grenades, and considered for a moment exploding the entire flowerbed out of pure spite and anger. The unexplainable urge of destroying something, and repay the unending pain the world seemed hellbent in dropping over your shoulders.

Just another pointless heartache to carry around, as if you didn't have enough of those already.

You got your hand closer to the flowerbed, but before dropping the tiny grenade, you realized there was an invisible veil you simply couldn't rupture.

There was no crossing it, your body was preventing you from going beyond that imaginary line and blowing up a bunch of flowers you planted and nurtured yourself with such care, even if it were to plant new ones in their place.

There was no escaping the roots that had already taken hold.

"Good afternoon," you heard an already familiar voice say behind you. "Why are you holding one of your grenades?"

Sighing, you dissipated it, patting your hands on your pants to clean them from the dirt.

"I… I don't know, Nanami," you replied bitterly as you stood up.

He knew Higuruma left a few days ago, having talked to the sorcerer himself, and noticed you were obviously still processing his departure. Respectful as he was, Nanami avoided contacting you to offer assistance — he knew that, in case you did want it, you'd talk to him first. You were the type of person who usually needed some space and alone time to process things.

But at that moment, Nanami became slightly concerned, seeing you using your cursed technique at the HQ premises, given it had quite the destructive potential.

You turned on your heels and stomped your feet towards the nearest bench, sitting on it with a sour face. Your arms were crossed, and your anger kept building up with no relief. If only you could find it in yourself to blow up, at least this fucking once.

Lost in thought, you didn't realize that Nanami sat by your side.

He looked at his wristwatch and sighed before speaking.

"I have exactly 17 minutes before leaving for my next mission."

And then, there he stood, impassively waiting for you to speak up about what was going on.

"I wanted to blow up that flower bed."

He looked at you, and inquired, with no judgement in his voice, "why?"

"Because… Because some flowers are crooked, and I planted them, and I'm fucking supposed to be good at fixing crooked things, but fuck me, I guess I'm just… I don't know, Nanami. I don't fucking know," you blurted out, equal parts bitter and defeated. "I wanted to just destroy them and plant something else in their place."

"I see."

"Well, apparently, I'm not even good at doing that, because I couldn't do it. I just… couldn't."

"Why do you think that is?" He asked you, pushing his glasses into position.

"I have no idea," you spat, "do you have any? I could do with some enlightenment, or lecture, or whatever the hell you could throw at me right now. I'm tired of people leav…" you thought for a moment. "No, I guess that's it. I'm tired of people."

He huffed.

"People can be tiring."

"Yeah…" you were feeling a little less out of sorts, and the sadness began taking hold of the anger's place. "So, why couldn't I destroy anything?"

"You couldn't do it because you're not someone who breaks things."

You were a little puzzled, and said, "Nanami, my technique is literally casting grenades to blow things up. I'm pretty good at that — breaking and destroying things, I mean."

Nanami sighed and removed his glasses, turning his face to look at you.

"Not only that. You're also capable of applying reverse cursed technique on other people, so you carry both within you. The potential for breaking and for fixing."

You huffed, and looked at your feet as you asked, imitating his usual voice cadence, "is that so?"

"It is. But not only that. Your rage rarely pulls you down. It pushes you forward."

"What do you mean?"

You looked back at him at that moment.

"When your parents left, or when you lost people close to you, and when you were at that village. These were the many instances where you could have simply given up, but you chose to preserve your family legacy, to become a healer and to save a child. For a sorcerer that deals with negativity and death on a daily basis, you choose to bring out the best from the worst instead."

You were silent, taking in what Nanami was saying, and he proceeded.

"As it stands to reason, you wouldn’t use your pain or anger to destroy anything. You’d use it as fuel."

"For what?"

"Keep fixing broken things."

You huffed, an almost chuckle.

"Thanks for the compliments, I guess."

"Those weren't compliments, I simply stated facts," he answered, putting his glasses back on.

You acquiesced.

"Yeah, forgot you did that."

You got up on your feet and stood there for a moment, before turning towards him and saying, "thank you, Nanami."

He bowed his head, and got up himself.

"See you around?"

"See you around," he replied, sparing you a discreet smile before walking away.

You stepped towards the flower bed and looked at it, fully aware that just bursting everything away and starting from scratch would be easier. However, you sat on the ground and started pulling the broken skewers off, determined to put new ones in place, realizing this would take a lot of effort and time.

Grunting, you began mumbling to yourself, displeased and somewhat happily defeated for the first time in days.

Fucking Nanami, always fucking right about fucking things.

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wooahaes · 4 months

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impulse

pairing: non-idol!hoshi x gn!reader

genre: acquaintances to lovers.

word count: ~1.0k

warnings: soonyoung learns he was cheated on. reader recounts being cheated on. some mutual pining between soonyoung and reader. alcohol mentions.

daisy's notes: manifesting 2024 being A Year. not even a good or a bad one. just let it be a year.

Soonyoung was starting to really regret coming to this party. Not only was he single on New Years Eve, but his ex was there—and she had a new boyfriend. Jihoon had already pulled him aside twice now, saying that if Soonyoung was bothered by it, he'd say the word to Seungcheol. Seungcheol had been friends with her, after all, but he would ask her to leave if he needed to. Both times, Soonyoung turned down the offer. But now he was standing outside, wishing he hadn’t.

She broke up with him a year ago. And, when approached by Minghao while he was alone, the new boyfriend said they’d been together for a little over a year now.

It wasn’t hard to do the math, and it was too close to midnight for Soonyoung to say something. He’d tell Seungcheol later, though, and buy Minghao whatever meal or drink or art supplies he wanted for immediately telling Soonyoung. Sure, it stung for Minghao to break the news to him after he pulled him onto the balcony, but it still meant a lot. He didn’t have to tell him at all, or even tonight, and yet he did (and he’d stayed long enough to ask if Soonyoung wanted to talk or leave, that he’d go with him if he did). Soonyoung let out a sigh, the rest of his beer having been dumped into the sink. Sure, getting drunk would probably numb the pain, but his good mood had fully been soured and he didn’t want to drink the feelings away.

“Soonyoung?”

He looked up to where you had stood in the glass doorway, stepping out after a moment, and immediately felt his heart leap into his throat. Oh no. Not you. Seungcheol knew how Soonyoung felt about you ever since he introduced you two a few months ago. Except you had a boyfriend you dumped a week later (Seungcheol had canceled plans with Soonyoung to go comfort you), and Soonyoung never found the right time to try and ask you out. Hell, what if you were still hurting? He shoved that away. You were being nice now, weren’t you? You probably saw him sulking and decided to come check on him…

So he finally spoke up. “Hi.” His voice felt smaller than usual, but that was whatever. “Sorry—I’m not in the mood for a party, and Jihoon’s my ride.”

You slowed to a stop next to him, leaning against the railing. “That’s okay. I just wanted to come check on you.”

Soonyoung looked at you, brows drawing together. “Did Minghao…?”

“I, uh, overheard.” You drummed your fingers against the railing’s edge. “I mean—I didn’t know. But I asked Seungcheol, and he pointed out your ex, and I kinda put two and two together…”

Soonyoung looked away, staring out at the city lights. “Yeah, I… I didn't want to make a big deal out of it.”

“The countdown’s starting soon,” you said. The door had been left cracked open a little, and the two of you could hear people laughing at something inside. “Just thought I’d let you know.”

He just nodded, arms curling around himself. It was cold, but Soonyoung hadn’t let it bother him too much. He’d grab his jacket and leave with Jihoon after midnight. That had been the plan, after all.

“It really sucks to get cheated on,” you sighed. “But I kinda wish you found out a different way. It’s a lot easier to hate someone when they tell you face to face, I guess.”

Soonyoung looked over. “You…?”

With a sigh, you shoved your hands into your jacket’s pockets. “You don’t know him since we met, like, right before I dumped him. But I was dating this guy for a while and everything was going great… and then he told me he’d slept with a few people.”

“A few?!”

A bitter laugh bubbled past your lips. “I dumped him on the spot. Seungcheol ended up coming over while he gathered his shit. He wasn’t on the lease or anything, so he was just getting his stuff to go back to his apartment, but I didn’t really wanna be alone with him, y’know?” With a sigh, you looked at Soonyoung. “I mean… I don’t wish that you found out like that. But I wish you didn’t find out through someone else, y’know? She’s the one who fucked up,” you poked him in the middle of his chest, “not you. The least she could do is fucking own up to it.”

Soonyoung nodded slowly. “Right… Sorry, by the way. That’s awful.”

You shrugged. “It is what it is. It hurt a lot, but… I think I became okay with it after a while. I’m never gonna forgive him, sure, but I realized that I couldn’t blame myself for it anymore. It’s not my fault he did that.”

“Right,” Soonyoung nodded. “Hey, um… I know it’s not the right time, but—”

“It’s starting!” Seungcheol yelled out, and when Soonyoung looked back, he’d made eye contact with him. A nod. Just so you know.

People started to countdown inside. Ten…. Nine…

“Soonyoung?”

Eight… Seven…

“Can I kiss you?” He spoke quickly, words blending together.

Six… Five…

You blinked in surprise. “What?”

Four… Three…

“Can I kiss you—”

Two…

Immediately, you nodded. “Yes.”

At the turn of the year, Soonyoung’s lips smashed down onto yours a little too forcefully. Yet you kissed him back, a hand curling around the back of his head, almost guiding him a bit. Soonyoung could hear the cheers inside of people celebrating the new year, and yet all he could think about was the fact he was kissing you now. You drew back, gazing at him with this longing look in your eyes as you smiled.

“I think… I’m free on Friday.”

He stared at you, almost about to question it before he understood. “Oh!”

“Can you wait that long for me?” You teased a little. Your hands rested on his hips now, and Soonyoung could feel his heart racing. “I’ll buy dinner.”

He smiled at you, hands still on your cheeks. “I’d like that,” he said softly. “Happy New Year, by the way.”

With a giggle, you pecked his lips. “Happy New Yeah. Let’s make it a good one.”

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moodymisty · 3 months

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Not the same anon but you remember that Death with cold and cynical s/o after the Well of Souls thing? I'm kinda intrigued about how that works, so can I request a oneshot for that?

Btw, after reading that entire thing, it sounds a bit like "Just Look My Way" from Helluva Boss.

Author's Note: Hello! I had a bit of trouble with this one, but I hope you still enjoy it :3 I'm trying to get the last few of the SFW requests done since the NSFW ones are becoming so long XD I'm proud of them, but they tend to take longer and get drawn out.

Relationships: Death/Gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1374

Death wouldn't consider himself unfamiliar with the feeling of death, as joking as it might sound to himself.

However the Well of Souls however had felt, different. It feels like no time has passed at all, like a blink of an eye; Though he can tell by the leaves on the trees and the structures around the Tri-Forge than more than a fair bit of time has passed.

A part of him had considered not even making this stop. His 'death' at the Well of Souls could serve as a perfect severing point between him and the Makers realm. He could just add it to the list of places he's traveled through and throw it behind him.

But he just couldn't do it. Against his better judgement, he just needs to make sure.

He'd never said goodbye to you, never told you where he was going; He'd just left you at the Tri-Forge, and had trusted in the Makers to keep you safe. He's sure they've done a fine job of that, in his absence. As much as he might've complained, he can't think of many at all that he trusts as much.

Death dismisses Despair and walks into the Tri-Forge, and within moments he can feel as if something is off.

He's quite familiar with feeling unwelcome in any place unfortunate enough to have him present, but even this is a bit... intense.

The Makers on first glance can't contain their surprise at seeing the Reaper again, before it quickly sours. Death wonders how long he's really been gone; He imagines not much longer than a season, if the weather is anything to go by. It had been quite warm the last time he'd been here, and now the Makers realm is quite a bit colder.

He continues forward, and it's not longer after he passes the outer forges that he crosses the old warrior he remembers from the beginning of that long journey that led him to the Well of Souls.

Valus gives him one cold look; For once the reaper might've preferred seeing Alya.

"You have quite the pair to come back around here again after what you did."

Death lets out a quiet scoff. He knows what the Maker is referring to, but decides to beat around it. Why he can't hazard a guess, it slips from his lips behind the mask before he has a chance to really stop it.

"After what? Attempting to save War? I believe you all helped me in that endeavor, last I remember."

Valus crosses his arms across the expanse of his chest, and nods in the direction deeper into the forge.

"You have a lot to work on, Reaper. You might be able to talk like that to me, but you ain't gonna do that with them."

So you're still here. That fills him with more relief than he'd ever dare utter out loud. He doesn't know why he even thought you would be gone- the Human realm is still off limits, as well as a crumbling wreckage.

Valus, as much as it seems to physically hurt the Maker, directs him in your direction before not giving the reaper much more than a scornful parting glare. Death takes it in stride- it isn't the first time- and keeps moving until he finds you.

But he can't contain the raising of his posture when he sees you, your back turned to him. You don't seem to know he's here as of yet, occupied with something else.

He notices in your lap is Dust; He'd put the bird in charge of keeping an eye on you shortly before he had 'died'. He'll give the bird a piece of carrion for sticking though with it. Though he isn't very much surprised, as the bird had taken a liking to you quite quickly. It helps that you were more than eager to snuggle and give the bird scritches, unlike himself.

You tenderly scratch the bird on the back of the neck and earn an appreciative warble, before the crow notices him and abruptly begins to squawk, jumping on your thigh and flapping his wings. You look down at him and pinch his beak for a moment, trying to distract the bird.

"Quiet Dust, geez." The bird fluffs up and continues to caterwaul, until his old master finally speaks up.

"I don't appreciate you yelling at me, bird."

He notices your body tense up and raise suddenly, and you look over your left and see him, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. The crow lowers his tone and still warbles deep in his throat, but stops the flapping and alarm bells.

And then your face drops back to neutral, and you turn away.

Dust hops gently on your thigh and looks up at you, taking a chunk of your clothing in his beak and attempting to pull at it. He gets gently brushed to stop doing it, and settles back into a fluffy black loaf.

Death takes the hit to his pride a bit harder than perhaps he should have, considering his attempts to feign nonchalance for anything other than your fragile mortality. He had expecting you to have that brightness to your eyes and jump up and run to him, like you'd had the myriad of times he'd left you for even the shortest while. He'd thought it was annoying, but now he finds himself almost craving it as your back faces him. He misses the happiness, the energy. It's like it's all evaporated from you now.

This is what Valus was referring to, it seems.

"Quite the greeting," He says, gesturing with his hand for his crow to finally return to his master. His duty is done after all, he did what Death asked of him.

Dust distinctly hesitates for a moment, before eventually giving in and flying back to rest on the top of Harvester. Meanwhile you turn around and give him a venomous look, crossing your arms.

"You gave so little of a shit about me you couldn't even say goodbye, Death." You just shrug your shoulders and turn away, like you can even tolerate the look of his mask. "Now that you picked up your bird, you can leave. I'm sure you have somewhere much more important to be. I'll be fine with the Makers." "Though I doubt that was ever a concern for you."

He supposes that you aren't wrong to think that. He never did tell you more than what he absolutely had to. In that moment, and the many times he'd neglected to tell you things beforehand, he thought he was doing the best thing. And keeping his feelings at arms length.

Keeping yours at arms length too; He could tell you were getting more and more attached to him, and that he needed to keep it from happening before you ended up too entrenched in something that would only end up getting you killed.

But he hates the way that your admittance to thinking he doesn't care about you hurts.

He does care; Far too much, if Death had any say in it.

He gives far too much of a care for someone as old and dejected as him. One of the first things that came to his mind when he left the Well of Souls was you.

He supposes this was bound to happen. Everyone eventually comes to hate him, in the end. It's his lot in life.

Though this one hurts far worse, and he finds himself wishing to fix it far more than any of the others. To make matters worse, his crow hefts himself off of his scythe and returns to you, as you get up and move to walk away.

As you pass he raises his hand ever so slightly to grab your arm and stop you- he doesn't even know what he'd say to you if he did- but drops it. You don't notice, and keep walking away right past him.

Death supposes he deserves this.

But while he finds himself unsure on what to do, he knows he has to do something. He isn't going to let you go like all of the others that have wandered through his life. He just doesn't know where to start.

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meidnightrain · 5 months

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NOW THAT WE DON’T TALK - alhaitham

❝ you grew your hair long, you got new icons and from the outside, it looks like you’re trying lives on. ❞

summary: the ways that you avoided him would prove to be fruitless, because you both needed to talk

warnings: reader is gn, this is part 2 of bad blood

notes: day 19! tbh, my brain juices are all dried up cause i’m not sure how i managed to last this long HAHA so i decided to continue the original idea i had for alhaitham using this song! this is a part 2 to bad blood btw, so check it out first for more context!

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“can we talk?”

his words replayed on loop, your shocking and unexpected encounter with him while you were waiting for kaveh. you hadn’t been so willing, making up an excuse to find the architect, grabbing merak from under the table and dashing to find your friend.

what was so odd was that no matter where you had fled too, alhaitham always seemed to be there. was he stalking you or something, you had ranted to a sympathetic kaveh.

you heard that he had went to a party held by the akademiya celebrating a recent breakthrough the kshahrewar had made and he had parted the crowd like the desert. you wondered whether he had felt anxious on the way home for someone who preferred to read alone with his earbuds in, making a surprise experience that must have been the highlight of that night.

the akademiya’s closed-off scribe, partying away…or being a wallflower the whole night. you guess that you would never know, now that you both don’t talk.

he was different from when he had confronted you at the bar as the days had passed, different than the alhaitham you had known. rivals to enemies to strangers, an odd trope that you bet the yae publishing house couldn’t even think of.

you missed the old ways, clashing with one another though you both probably didn’t mean the harsh words you both said, downplaying your feelings and treating it like a game to see who would fold first. now there was nothing left but bitterness, unspoken words and…longing?

“it was for the best,” candace had said to you with a small, comforting smile over tea. she was right, you had to remind yourself that the more you had given him previously, he would have wanted you less. he probably only wanted to reconcile to ease his consciousness. you couldn’t be his lover, let alone his friend and this was the price what you had lost and its cost, now that you both don’t talk.

what did he tell his friends (if he had any), his friends that you had once spent time with long ago, friends you had shared dinners and weekends with? to tell the blunt, honest truth, you couldn’t pretend that the feelings you had to him were platonic. they were sour of course but sweet at the same time, like green grapes.

candace wasn’t surprised when you told her of your dilemmas, clicking her tongue sympathetically at your situation. “just get it off your chest,” she had advised. you had to remind yourself the way he faded away till you had left. that you couldn’t have been friends at all, so you had to pay the price of what you had lost and the cost, now that you both don’t talk.

and you didn’t have to pretend that you liked acid rocks that would burn you repeatedly, his words leaving angry blisters all over your smooth skin. you didn’t have to pretend that you liked to be with important people with important thoughts but no self-awareness or compassion towards anyone else. guess that maybe you were better off now that you both don’t talk.

the only way for you to save face and regain back your dignity after being torn into shreds by him, was to turn into a shrouded mystery like you had been back in the early days at the akademiya. guess that this was how it had to be now that you both don’t talk.

or so you thought when he had lost the battle you had been playing for long years, when he had uncharacteristically begged you to listen to him in his own way, when he had said that he missed you. the sourness of pent up feelings over him now sweet like ripe grapes, still there but not totally gone. it was a small step for you but to him was a victory.

this time you would finally be able to say more than what you previously did, say the words that you both had wanted to say back when you were both rival students butting heads.

it seemed that now you both did talk.

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bugtastic · 1 year

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To reach you is a dream of man.

Nicolas D. Wolfwood x gn!reader.

tags: fluff, small bits of angst if you squint

warnings: a bit suggestive with the kissing, wolfwood is a bit jealous of vash, alcohol consumption

summary: wolfwood LONGS for you and sulks but he gets all the kisses and hugs he deserves

word count: i have no idea. it's long tho so have a drink beside you i'll take you on a ride with this one.

like and reblog if u want! notes are at the end of the fic! enjoy :)

He couldn't take his eyes off you.

Smiling at the Humanoid Typhoon, you laughed with him. Him. That stupid Needle Noggin'. Wolfwood's head was on the counter of the bar holding his drink like it would run away the moment he released his death grip on the glass. The bartender noticed his sour mood, but that's nothing new to them. Every once in a while, a depressed patreon comes in and drowns themselves in their sorrow, thinking alcohol would help them. Wolfwood was no different right now. He knows for sure Roberto noticed his longing gaze on you as you warped a hand around Vash's shoulder, laughing cheerfully, and the blond brought his drink next to yours, making a *clank* sound.

Vash just seemed to make you smile so easily. Why couldn't he be the only one to make you smile? Well… he does. Wolfwood's eyes have a spark in them, remembering the time he made you laugh. Oh, how he would love to hear that sound again.

Your laugh was precious.

One night, Wolfwood smoked up a storm, as usual. Sitting down in the sand and lighting a cigarette, he saw a figure sit down next to him. He knew it was you. He could never mistake you for someone else. Your aura had something special that instantly calmed the raging demons inside of him. He didn't turn to you, only looking ahead of him. Everyone was asleep. Meryl was asleep in the truck with Roberto, and Vash was on top of the truck snoring loudly.

Why didn't you just go to sleep?

Why must you bother him with your presence?

The moment you're close to him, he wants to hold you close to him.

Cage his arms around you, bury his nose in your hair as your smell envelopes his entire being.

He had to restrain himself. He just quietly enjoyed your presence. This was enough for him.

You stared at him and Wolfwood felt like one of his strings was just about ready to break and he would have kissed you right then and there, but he stubbornly held himself back. You moved closer to him and spoke.

„Wolfwood, why are you always awake so late at night?“ You questioned. Oh, how he loved the gentle way your voice would sound when you called out his name. His heart clenched. How he wished to hear you say his real name, Nicholas. His heart clenched tighter in his chest.

„Can't sleep. What about you though, Stardust? You're always out like a light the moment the moons appear in the sky.“ You chuckled quietly. Wolfwood felt his pride grow at your chuckle. He was the one who made you do that, not him. Not that outlaw.

You looked at the sky and laid down from your sitting position. You stared at the moons glowing brightly in the sky. „I just… can't sleep. Too many thoughts I guess. I thought that all that running we did today to protect Vash would leave me glued to my sleeping bag. But I guess not, my brain decided otherwise instead!“ You yelled that last part a bit loudly. Your hands flew to your mouth and you looked around alarmingly, hoping that your sudden outburst didn’t wake anyone up - thankfully, it didn’t.

Wolfwood chuckled deeply at your worry for the others. God, you could be so adorable, he thought as he finally turned around to look at you. What he saw was something he never saw you do before in his presence. Your face flushed, a beautiful red hue coloured over your cheeks, gentle eyes wide with what seemed to be joy and something else, your fingers barely brushing over your plump pink lips.

„Sorry, I didn't mean to be loud there.“ You chuckled nervously, quickly burying your face in your hands. No, why are you apologizing? You just gave him the most beautiful image he would keep for eternity in his mind. In that moment, he would replay that image of your flushed face over and over and over again. Oh, how he wished to take your hands away from your face and gaze at your beautiful features. In private, he noticed you didn’t like looking at yourself in mirrors. When he asked about it, you gave a small and quick answer with a small smile, saying that you didn’t really like the way you looked though he needn’t worry about it.

But he thought differently. The moment he saw you he thought that God himself had sent you to soothe him, to forgive him of all the sins he's committed. You were so beautiful to him. You were gorgeous, pretty, breathtaking, amazing, and all the words he couldn’t think of in that moment that could possibly describe your beauty. To reach out to you, to hold you steady in his arms, an angel sent to No Man's Land, would be a dream come true.

He stayed calm and collected, dragging his cigarette and puffing out a cloud of smoke. „No matter. You don't need to say sorry. Tell me, child, what sinful thoughts are running through your mind?“ Wolfwood teased. You shoot up from your lying position immediately, and your face flushed again at his statement before snorting. Every time you snorted, you put a hand on your mouth, stifling it as much as you could. „You shouldn't hide your laugh like that, Stardust.“ He said as he grinned wildly, enjoying this rare moment of you two being alone together.

„Hey-„ You started but quickly stopped as you saw Vash stir in his sleep on top of the truck. You lowered your voice as you started poking the priest on his shoulder. „You can't just say stuff like that! Also, I would never confess anything to you. You're a lousy priest, after all. Carrying a cross around that's actually a machine- actually laser- whatever gun- it's not holy even in the slightest!"

You started poking him more on purpose to annoy him. "Does." *poke* "Not." *poke* "Count." *poke* "To." *poke* "Being." *poke* "A." *poke* "Priest." *poke*

Wolfwood laughed deeply. You stopped poking him, and as you were about to ask what was so funny, you felt his hand grab yours and pull you towards him. You squealed softly, feeling your cascade over him. You closed your eyes as you felt your cheek hit something hard. As you opened your eyes, you saw that you were on his chest and Wolfwood was lying down in the sand. You held yourself up on your elbows as you were about to scold Wolfwood for laying in the sand. His clothes will get dirty! But then again, you were laying on the sand a minute ago as well…

As you were about to say something you saw something in his eyes. A sparkle? A trick of the light? A small, fragmented glow that you could have easily missed if you never challenged yourself to stare into his eyes. His dark eyes stared right back at you. Minutes felt like hours, and the two of you wished this very moment would last forever.

Wolfwood stared at you longingly, adoringly. He was so close to you, your bodies touching and molding perfectly, as though you were made for each other, and he wanted nothing more than to caress your cheek and close the distance between the two of you.

God, your lips never looked so inviting before. He could feel his inner demons taunt him in the back of his mind, telling him to give in to his selfish desires. To keep you close to him forever and never let go.

Ah-

You seem to snap back to reality. You smile at him, flashing that gorgeous smile which causes his heart to ache painfully with longing and he feels a sense of pride warm his chest. Only he got to see that delicate smile of yours. Only he knows the worth of that dazzling smile.

„I'll confess to you. Not my sins, but my thoughts, if you are willing to listen, Father.“ That last word was supposed to come off as a tease but your gentle tone and smile failed to give it any teasing remark. You noticed that Wolfwood didn't have his signature sunglasses on. You never realised he took them off to begin with. He didn’t even have a cigarette trapped between his lips. Where did his last bud go? You feel exposed like this. You take a deep breath and stare at Wolfwood's awe-struck expression. He blinks up at you, watching as you adjusted your position so you were now straddling his hips, his hands unknowingly pressing into your thighs and holding onto them.

He had to suppress a groan of satisfaction at the sudden contact and he chose to ignore it - for now.

He grins up at you. You giggle at his expression.

„I'm all ears, Stardust.“ He said softly, encouragingly. You start speaking about something, something about your day, the fears you encountered today, fears from the past. But he couldn't hear you, your words falling deaf to his ears. He could only admire your features as you spoke. Your eyes, nose, cheeks, eyebrows, lips - he's so hyper focused on everything that is you right now. You, atop of him under the night sky, the shining glow of the moons, painting you like a portrait in his eyes. Oh, how he wishes he had a camera on him right now, just so he could save the image of what he saw. You, under the night sky above him, confessing all your fears to him. Not just to any priest, but to him, to Nicholas.

A sharp sound of glass hitting the counter breaks his reminiscing. He groans as he sees Roberto staring down at him with squinted, blood-shot eyes.

„What do you want, Scruffy?“ Wolfwood manages to blurt out in his drunken state. Meryl appears from behind Roberto, looking at Wolfwood. She feels pity for him. Her and Roberto - even in their tipsy state - could clearly see Wolfwood’s look of longing as he stared at you. 'It's pathetic!', Meryl said to Robreto. If he can tease and bicker with her all the time, not sparing her of any harsh words he spews out at her, he should be able to tell you how he feels with just as much ease. And anyone with a pair of eyes can tell he feels strongly about you.

Meryl noticed the way his demeanor sparks up like a firecracker when you talk with him. She also noticed how he never seems to tease you as harshly as he does her. When you back her up though, he seems to tone it down a notch as you tease him back and then you both start throwing playful, teasing insults at one another. Those moments are what make Wolfwood smile when he thinks no one else realises. A genuine smile from Wolfwood, Meryl noted. Looks like you're the only one that can wipe that shit-eating grin off his face. You poke your tongue out and make funny faces at him as Meryl hides behind your back. The moment you turn around though, taking Meryl with you, she turns around and pokes her tongue out at the Undertaker as he quietly growls back at her as Vash tries to calm him down by patting his shoulder lightly.

Back to the present, Meryl looks at you and Vash speaking together about a random topic she didn’t have much of an interest in joining in. She was too tired to deal with you and Vash and your drunken bullshit. But she's also tired of Wolfwood's bullshit. She swipes the undertaker's drink from his hand as he tries to reach back for it only for him to slump back down to the counter.

God that's a depressing sight.

She pulls Wolfwood back up with her hands gripping his shoulders. He simply stares back at her, a sour expression on his red cheeked face and a heated glare which sent daggers straight into Meryl’s soul.

Some kind of priest, huh?

„You HAVE to talk to her! Call her up to your room and talk. Do you have any idea how depressing and creepy it is to watch you stare at (Y/N) for almost 2 hours now? Big guy handling a machine gun almost double his size but can't handle telling his true feelings towards someone? How pathetic.“ Meryl exclaimed dramatically, flailing her hands around as she spoke.

Hearing her words awakened something deep in Wolfwood. It felt like anger, but it was far more primal than that. Anger which he had never realised he felt before - until he watched you laugh joyfully with Needle Noggin’ of all people.

„I'll show you ‘pathetic’ little lady. I'll SHOW you.“ He stood up from his chair and walked over to where you and Vash were sitting. He stares at you and Vash as you both don't notice him at all, too caught up in your conversation.

Oh , how he wishes he could just blow out the blond’s brain with the Punisher.

He clears his throat as you and Vash try to find where the sound came from. Yours and Vash’s attention are now on Wolfwood, and you smile brightly at him.

You were drunk. From the way you swayed back and forth even when firmly sat on the stool to the hazed look of joy and drunken stupor in your eyes. It took you a moment to realise that it was Wolfwood, but when you did, your heart immediately sparked with a joy that clearly formed in your eyes.

„WOLFWOOD! Join us~ me and Vash were just talking about you hehehe~“ You and the blond giggle at each other as Wolfwood stares blankly at the two of you, his brow arching slightly.

„Yeahhhh! Come have some fun! You always have a frown imprinted on your face, I bet (Y/N) could help replace it with a smileee~! Your smiles are JUST the best hahaha~.“ Vash says as you hit him playfully on the shoulder telling him ‘staaawppp it Vashhh'.

Wolfwood thinks he might hurl the sight of you two.

He shakes his head as he remembers the reason why he's here. „You're coming with me, Stardust, we need to talk.“ He takes your hand causing you to whine and wave back at Vash, who was simply far too drunk to even stop you from being kidnapped.

Wolfwood drags you through the bar and through the hallways of the hotel you're all staying at. You stare up at him thinking what the hell has gotten into him, though you did not make a move to stop him even as his grip tightened around your wrist, causing you to hiss in pain.

He stopped immediately, eyes widening slightly at the realisation that he was hurting you. How could he treat you like this when he was just worshipping you in his head a minute ago?

Wolfwood loosens his grip but never lets go, the warmth of his hand sending shivers up your arm and spine. You both walk together in comfortable silence as he takes you to his room, a whirlwind of emotions spinning through both of your minds.

He briefly lets go of your wrist to unlock the door to his room, and you rub your hand unconsciously, missing the warmth that was there moments ago.

When he finally manages to unlock the door, it swings open and he holds it for you, gesturing for you to enter first like a true gentleman. You chuckled.

It was a rather small room, but neither of you had the right to complain. Having a bed and a roof over your head was better than slumbering in the back of some car in the middle of the desert. The quiet priest walks past you as you make your way to his bed, taking a seat on the very edge as he turns the lamp on to illuminate the darkened room.

You patiently wait, watching curiously as he removes his sunglasses from his face and takes off his jacket. You felt your cheeks warm at the sight - seeing him so exposed yet still perfectly covered. It felt like home, in a way. You felt the bed dip slightly as he sat right next to you, leaving only a small distance between the two of you. His head hung low and he stared at the floor, unsure of what to say.

There was a moment of silence, which was cut abruptly by the sound of his soft, hesitant voice.

„Stardust, remember the night when you confessed your fears to me?“ You nod, and he continues. „That night I think I finally realised I couldn't take my damn hands off you. I craved your presence. I hogged all of your attention that night and I was drunk on it. I was… drunk on you in general.“ He laughed deeply as you felt your cheeks warm up. „Every time darn time that Needle Noggin’ is with you, I want to tear his head off with my bare hands. You give so much to him and he makes you smile so easily and I wish… I wish I could make you smile the same way he does and I-„ He stops himself abruptly, his hands clenching together.

Wolfwood dared to look up at you, to see your reaction to his words and he swore his heart skipped a beat then and there. You smiled at him, so serenely, so beautiful. A smile, he confesses, he has only ever seen once before. The same smile he saw on that night. He suddenly felt too embarrassed to continue.

He stared at the floor for what felt like long, agonising minutes until he felt something soft and gentle touch his cheek. Wolfwood looked over at you.

Your hand.

Your hand was touching him, of your own free will.

You scooted closer to him. He felt your hips and legs touch his and he felt a shiver go through him. God, he craved you so much that it was absolute torture to not just take you in his arms right then and there. He felt like he was going to fall apart just from your touch.

But he waited. Patiently. He waited until he was certain that this was not some sick dream he was having. He needed to know that it wasn’t just his mind playing a cruel trick on him.

You could feel his scent - the smell of burnt ash and whiskey. You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his. His breath hitched in his throat when you began to speak. „I love you, Wolfwood. I have for a very long time now, actually. Ever since I met you with the crew.“

The Undertaker raised his hand over your own that rested on cheek, his warm palm shooting sparks up your arm.

He could stay like this forever.

„Don't you… Don’t you like Needle Noggin?“ Wolfwood questioned.

You pulled back, creating space between the two of you as you stared at him with wide eyes. Then, much to his shock, you burst into a fit of laughter, causing Wolfwood to deadpan at your reaction and for you to apologise in between chuckles.

„Vash and I? No! We're just travel companions. We have known each other for a long time but we have more of a sibling relationship. Nothing romantic.“ You explain.

For the first time that night, Wolfwood exhaled a deep breath of relief that he did not realise he was holding. You chuckled at his reaction.

A moment of comfortable silence slipped between the two of you as you shared this tender moment. Sparks of adoration and longing tantalised your fingers and heart strings and a primal look formed in Wolfwood’s dark eyes, a look which only you could create.

He wanted more. Something inside him is telling him to just go for it.

Take your chance, Nicolas.

It's now or never.

Without even realising it, Wolfwood managed to wrap his arm around your waist and hoist you onto his lap in one swift, fluid motion, which made you silently scream.

Your face was crimson red as you stared at him with wide eyes. Oh, how he simply loved that look on your face - a look which was caused by only him and no one else. And for that, he felt smug.

„Wh- Wha-” You started and Wolfwood hushed you gently, brushing away strands of loose hair behind your ear as he brought you closer, so close that you could feel his hot breath against your lips.

„What are you doing…?“ You asked quietly, your soft voice nearly going unheard.

Wolfwood was a greedy man. He knew that from the very beginning. But with you? ‘Greedy’ wasn’t even the right word to describe what he felt for you.

„I have something to confess to you, Stardust.“ His intense gaze flickered between your lips and sparkling eyes. You moved forward as if on pure instinct, more than prepared to close the gap between you.

He could no longer wait. Not now. Not ever. Not when the demons on his shoulder told him to take every part of you.

And that is exactly what he planned on doing.

He moved his hand to the back of your neck and gently brought his lips onto yours.

Desperation was sharp on his lips. His hand wandered from your neck to your hair, fingers brushing through soft strands while his other hand held your shaking form in place.

He grew cocky, biting your lower lip gently, slipping his tongue through the folds when you gasped softly against him. He smiled triumphantly into the kiss, pulling you even closer with a hand pressed to the small of your back.

You could taste the longing on his tongue, the need and want, as you both fought for domination, though the winner was clear from the very beginning. Your presence alone could only satiate a small part of his hunger for you. He wanted - no, he needed - more of you.

Every single part of you was enticing, inviting him in as your hands roamed his clothed chest and arms, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering around madly. You wanted this too, for so long.

It was so hard to believe any of this was real. But it was. And the marks will remain there long after you both are done.

You both pulled away from one another to catch your breaths, your foreheads pressed together, and the tips of your noses touching. Wolfwood chuckles breathlessly, holding you close. „I haven't even confessed yet, my angel."

You look up at him with half-lidded eyes, lips twitching upward into a smile. „Didn't you basically show how you felt?“ You pointed out, laughing softly.

Wolfwood shakes his head, inhaling your scent deeply as he cups your warm cheeks in the palm of his hands. He looks up at you with glossy eyes filled with hope, with love. Gorgeous, sparkling black eyes which now possessed a light in them.

„I love you. I love you so much (Y/N).“ He kisses you again. „The number of times I thought about you have been endless. Every waking moment, I think about you. Even in my own dreams, I can only think of you.“

This time, you pull him by the collar of his shirt, and you plant your lips firmly against his. Tears sting the back of your eyes, and you can feel them fall slowly, steadily, which Wolfwood wipes away with his thumb tenderly.

Even out of pure joy, he did not wish to see you cry.

„I love you too, Nicholas. I love you so much Nico. I love you, I love you!“ You cheerfully chant, his name rolling off your tongue perfectly. You couldn't stop the words from falling out like a waterfall.

You do love him afterall.

Wolfwood wrapped his strong arms around you and pulled you down onto the bed with him. He buries his face into your hair and kisses the top of your head lovingly. You nuzzle your face into his chest, the rapid beating of his heart and his scent lulling you to sleep.

He holds you tighter, your words repeating in his head and he could not help but smile.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

A man, a sinner like him, should not be so fortunate. He has killed many, committed many sins whether they be the work of God or not. But, even so, a kind-hearted and gentle person like you could look past all of his fatal flaws and love him so dearly.

If this is the work of demons, then damn, so be it. He would spend an eternity in primordial flame if it meant that he could always hold you as close as he was holding you now.

He, Nicholas, fell asleep with you wrapped protectively in his arms, smiling.

He finally heard your voice call out his name.

notes:

thank you for reading this long ass fic. this is the first piece i actually wrote for trigun. i remember being so frustrated that there are no wolfwood fics and i just exploded. And wrote this. i hope you enjoyed it!

also, also, my asks are open so feel free to talk to me!

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