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Appreciated: Wooyoung x Fem!reader

Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!reader

Genre: smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst, romance

Word Count: 9k

Summary: After helping a friend out of her toxic relationship, her situation makes you appreciate your boyfriends even more than before. When Wooyoung makes a specific request, you indulge him.

Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of ATEEZ in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.

Tags: established relationship, polyamory, poly relationship, free-use fantasy, free-use kink, oral sex (f. receiving), breast play, nipple play, pet names, multiple positions, mentions of toxic relationships/toxic partners, sad but with a happy ending, talks of suicide but super brief and nothing happens, members being absolute angels and simps

Previously on Idol Companion

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You didn't feel like going out tonight. After having dates with San, Mingi, Yeosang and Hongjoong, your energy bar ran low. You know this is one of the downsides to your job, and you should suck it up and get dressed. Wooyoung deserves as much attention as the rest of the group; you didn’t want him to think you didn’t like being with him. Most clients would pout or make a remark about you not being worth the time anyways. Then again, your boyfriends aren't like any clients you've had before. Sitting up from Wooyoung’s bed, all the tiredness you’d gotten from the day washed back over you. Your morning consisted of gym time with Yunho and Mingi, a few dance classes with your toddler group, running last minute errands and then lunch with friends. You’d come to Wooyoung’s apartment and crash onto his bed before he even came home.

You knew Wooyoung won’t be bothered, but you couldn’t help feeling the anxiousness. You hated being the person who brought down their smiles or disappointed them. Leaving his bedroom, you found Wooyoung already standing in the kitchen with a can of soda in his hand. Long black strands pulled back from his face, Wooyoung wore a black shirt with matching shorts. Personally, you loved your boyfriends barefaced and casual. Something about their natural beauty attracted you, and you couldn’t help looking him up and down when you saw them. He lifted his eyebrows in acknowledgement and took a sip from his drink.

"I wanted to ask you something," you said, getting your own drink from the fridge.

You noticed he’d paused, studying your expression before saying. "I do too, but I think we're thinking the same thing so you go first."

"Staying in for tonight?"

"Yes, please," he slumped against the counter, "I'm glad you asked. I really didn't feel like putting myself together and going out."

"Me neither," you leaned on the counter beside him. You popped open your drink, then took a few gulps of it before continuing, "I went to the movies with Yeosang last night. I went to the festival with Hongjoong the night before. I went to a concert with Mingi and San the night before that. I went to the gym, had some toddler dance classes, and then ran errands. I'm just…wiped out," you sighed deeply. "I'm sorry."

He smiled, "Don't be. Our schedule has been super crazy and dance practice ran longer today so I'm all bleh." He wrapped you in his arms, "Take out and a movie?”

“I’m tired of eating out,” you said, “I’ll cook something and we can pick a drama to watch or whatever.”

“You sure?” you felt his hand rub the small of your back, “I know how tired you are.”

“I can make something simple and quick.”

“Then, I’ll help,” he concluded. “I think there’s some meat leftovers we can finish, and we’ll cut up some veggies and rice? Simple and easy?”

“Alright.”

Wooyoung went looking for meat and vegetables in the fridge, while you poured a few cups of rice from a holder. You smiled softly to yourself at the relief of a night inside. Having eight boyfriends can be challenging at times. You realized early on that you’d bitten off more than you could chew with Ateez. You found yourself stretched thin from all the tour traveling, kpop conventions, fan sign events, dance practices, recording sessions, and group and solo dates. You lived with only Yunho and Yeosang, but you regularly drifted between the three apartments to be with all of them. It became a lot sometimes, but thankfully, they understood and helped lighten the load for you. Dumping the cups into the rice cooker’s pot, you began washing the rice out when your phone vibrated in your pocket. Busy cooking, you didn’t answer immediately.

“Any show in particular you want to watch?” Wooyoung asked as he brought a package of meat to the island counter. You always let him cut and cook meat since he was better at it. Rice and vegetables are your expertise. “I saw this new zombie drama on Netflix. We could give that a try if you want.”

“I don’t know about a zombie one,” you said, finishing with the rice and putting it to cook. “Everything is about freaking zombies nowadays. I want something different.” Putting the rice on, you grabbed the various vegetables Wooyoung brought to start washing them thoroughly. “There’s a drama about a woman who’s like a double agent for a mafia guy and the police. Mihee told me about it and she said it was good. If we hate it, we can just watch another one.”

Wooyoung stayed quiet for a moment, then said, “Nah. Sounds like something I need to pay attention to, and my brain is mush right now.”

“Then maybe I should cut the meat,” you joked, bringing your vegetables and cutting board over to the island counter. “Your mushy brain might slip up.”

“And have you cut your finger again? I’m good,” he laughed. “I like my food to not have human blood in it.”

He cut the meat into thin slices, while you carefully chopped the onions, carrots and celery. “We can try this boxer drama I saw,” he said, side eyeing you with a smirk, “As long as you don’t drool over the leads.”

You rolled your eyes, “I do not drool over the leads.”

“Yes, you do,” he laughed, starting to season the meat on the cutting board. “I remember how obsessed you became with Lee Dohyun when we watched Sweet Home together. Then you did it again with Wi Jahoon after Squid Games. You watched everything you could find and got all excited when your friend told you she went on a date with Dohyun.”

“I couldn’t believe it!” you exclaimed. “I didn’t see him as being the type for that kind of service. She was so lucky.”

“Hey,” Wooyoung said, offended. He took the meat from the counter to the stove, putting oil into a pan. “I’m right here, you know.”

You giggled when he poked your side, and then you gave an apology peck. “Oh, you know I’m all yours.”

Your phone buzzed in your pocket a second time, and you wiped your hands to at least see who called. Expecting your mother’s number, a pit of worry settled in your stomach when you saw the actual name. ‘Mihee’. Wooyoung focused on cooking the meat, so you answered her call.

“Mihee-ah, what’s up?” you asked, making sure not to sound worried right off the bat.

“YN-unnie,” you heard her soft-spoken voice squeak your name, and you frowned, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“What happened now, honey?” you kept your concern in your voice. “What’s wrong?”

“I just can’t handle this anymore. It’s too much,” she sobbed. “They’re so��I can’t be here anymore.”

“What did they do?”

Lee Mihee, a short woman with bright eyes and a friendly smile, came up in the Companion industry beside you. Always bubbly and full of life, clients often noted her way of brightening up their day. She’d gotten into dating groups like you did, and did very well since she could mold herself to fit any personality. However, while you had ATEEZ, who were angels, she’d gotten with Galax1. You’d met them a handful of times at music bank shows and conventions and their vibe immediately threw you off. They’d been kind enough at first, since they doted and praised Mihee often, but from what she’s told you things changed over time.

“Today was Chulsoon’s birthday,” she began, taking deep breaths to keep her voice steady, “And we all were going to go out for dinner.”

The name alone made you clench your jaw. Chulsoon was Galax1’s visual and main vocalist. A soft, fair-skinny boy with wide eyes and an angelic voice, he is the Yeosang equivalent. Except Yeosang is a real fairy prince, whereas Chulsoon is a goblin in disguise. He never fails to make a disparaging remark about Mihee, usually in a nonchalant tone. You nearly threw a shoe at him when he told Mihee she should lose some weight, since her dress was tight in the middle.

“Yeseo was coming with us.”

You groaned at the mention of her name. It isn’t uncommon for groups to bring in more partners as they progress in their career. You knew groups that had three or four of them. However, the normal procedure is discussing a new partner with the group’s current partner. Mihee told you that Galax1 did not do that. They brought Yeseo home after a single meeting, and told Mihee that she’d be living with them. No discussion. No contract alterations. You advised her to go to the agency and renegotiate her contract, since they did not tell her they’d be adding a new girlfriend. However, you guessed she never did this due to the group’s leader talking her out of it. This situation might’ve been okay if Yeseo actually got along with Mihee, who is now the group’s Main Partner. Mihee told you she did not. She was spoiled, entitled, and demanded all the attention.

“And she made a mess of things and embarrassed you?” you guessed ahead, dumping the vegetables into an oiled pan. Wooyoung scrunched his nose in a question, and you mouthed ‘Mihee’, which made him nod and continue cooking.

“No, no, not that,” she said. “I get dressed to go to the restaurant with everyone, and Chulsoon sees me and-and says that I look too pretty and need to change because this is supposed to be Yeseo’s night. His parents are going to be there, and he wants to introduce them to her.”

Your jaw dropped, “He actually said that to you?”

“He-He did,” she replied in a sob.

“Don’t tell me you actually changed?”

“I did. I didn’t want to ruin his birthday and Kwangmin told me that Chiwon’s mom was looking forward to seeing me.”

“Let me guess: Chiwon’s mom never said that?”

“No!”

Kwangmin was Galax1’s comedian who likes making jokes and is their mood-maker. Another skinny man with a dimpled smile, fans adored their ‘sunshine boy’. Little do they know, sometimes his “pranks” went too far and could be downright hurtful. Sadly, Mihee is usually his target. You hadn’t forgotten the time he’d pantsed her in public, her face beet red and tearful as the embarrassment filled her insides. Nor the time when he purposefully ruined her birthday party video by replacing all the nice photos with terribly altered ones. Each time he claimed it was a ‘joke’, but nobody was laughing.

“I felt so stupid and humiliated,” she sobbed. “I almost did not go to the restaurant, but I’d already gotten dressed, so I went anyway. When I was…When I was…” you heard her take deep breaths.

“When you did what?”

“When I was in the car, Yeseo kept complaining that I still looked too pretty and that she didn’t want me there,” she said. “She said me crying was just going to draw all the attention away from her.”

“Ugh, that bitch.” You felt like going to their dorm and smacking the insipid bitch. “What happened then?”

“Chiwon told me to stop being a cry baby, and that not everything is about me.”

Kwang Chiwon. You’d consider the group’s leader your worst enemy if you actually cared about him. In front of fans and cameras, he’s a hard working artist who cares about his younger members. Off camera, he proved to be a different guy; he tended to be Mihee’s worst tormentor. He could cut her down with a single remark. He’d break her things, then blame her for making him so mad that he did it. He never showed concern or care for her. You could tell how much he truly disliked Mihee. You guessed the Companion idea was not his doing, but his managers or his members. His cruelty hurt the most because Mihee had loved him the hardest.

“I stayed in the car for a bit to calm myself down, but when I got inside the restaurant,” you heard her take more deep breaths before bursting into tears again.

“Babe, babe, calm down and breathe, okay? Just breathe. Just breathe in and out.” You heard her breathing shakily, and she continued.

“The host says my name isn’t on their party list and I couldn’t go inside.”

“What?”

“Yeah, he said that it wasn’t there and I wasn’t allowed to go inside with them.”

“They did that shit on purpose,” you seethed, anger distracting you from the vegetables you’d put in the pan. Quickly, you put them into a plate before they burn up. “They never planned on you sitting with them. They did it to humiliate you, again. Mihee-ah, why do you stay with them? You can get out of your contract easily.”

“I can’t.”

“What do you mean ‘you can’t?”

“I don’t make enough from them to leave. They’re not as popular as your boyfriends. They don’t make a lot of money yet,” she said.

A Companion’s pay is usually determined by the group’s budget. Since your boys make millions, you can live comfortably on your own, if you wish. Galax1 did not do so well. Hardly anybody really knew who they were, and you’re glad that karma turned back on them.

“It’s so horrible here,” she sobbed. “They never think about me anymore. They make food, and if I’m not there with them, they don’t make enough for me.”

This made you pause over your current meal. A meal you’re cooking with your loving boyfriend Wooyoung, who always made sure you ate well. You couldn’t picture them ever leaving you out of anything. Yeosang is incapable of being mean, and Yunho is too caring. Hongjoong, above them all, takes care of you as much as possible.

“And I never told you about the time Kenny grabbed my arm hard and left a bruise.”

Kenny. The group’s ‘muscle pig’. You’d seen his muscles, and imagined him being capable of that.

“They used to be so nice to me. I…I don’t know what I did wrong. I don’t know what happened.”

“You didn’t do anything. They’re the assholes. They’ve taken advantage of you too many times.”

You could never see Jongho making jokes at your expense, or San using his strength to physically harm you.

“We used to all be so happy. I remember when Chulsoon used to make me pancakes after our date nights, and when Chiwon would let me sit in his studio with him to listen to his songs,” she lamented. “Kenny used to sing me to sleep when I had nightmares, and would take me out for coffee after our gym sessions. He doesn’t even want me going with him anymore. I don’t know what I did, Unnie. I don’t know where I went wrong or why they stopped caring about me. Everything is always my fault even when it’s not. I’m always the bad guy, the one in the wrong, the asshole. They hardly notice me or talk to me some days. They’re more concerned with their new pet than they are with me.”

“Then leave them and let her deal with their bullshit,” you told her.

“Maybe I should terminate my contract.”

The words shocked you beyond belief. All thoughts of your night with Wooyoung went out the window in a single sentence.

“No, Mihee-ah,” you said firmly. “Don’t say things like that.”

“It’s not like anyone would care!” she cried.

“That’s not true, Mihee, and you know that. So many people would care,” you replied with a plea. “I’d care. Saehee, Jihye, and Sumi would care. Your parents and grandparents would care. Your sisters, who adore you, would care. Don’t say things like that.”

“It’s the only way I can get out!”

“No, it is not.”

“I can’t afford to leave. My contract isn’t up for another year. I…I have to do it.”

“No, you do not,” you told her.

There are only two ways a Companion can get out of their contract without paying: they’re dignosed with a terminal illness or they try committing suicide. You’d heard of Companions ending up in hospitals because they tried ending their lives. A few of them actually succeeded. The idea of Mihee, sweet and gentle Mihee who never hurt anyone, doing something like that brought tears to your eyes.

“Where are you?” you asked her. “Mihee-ah, where are you?”

“I walked back home. I couldn’t stay there. I didn’t want them to come out and find me,” she said. “It hurt so much. Everything they do hurts. It’s like they don’t want me around. They treat me like I’m a nuisance to them…I’m a punching bag when they’re mad. I’m a joke to them.”

“There are other ways to get out of your situation, Mihee.”

“How?!”

As you stayed on the phone with Mihee, you texted another friend of yours: Jihye. She lived closer to Mihee, and would get to her faster than you could.

You: MIHEE WANTS TO TERMINATE!!

Jihye-babe: OMG WHERE IS SHE??

You: at her place. I’m trying to talk her down now. I’m too far away to get there in time.

Jihye-babe: omw don’t worry

“You can go to the agency dorms and get a room,” you said, “And tomorrow we’ll go Sungmi and she’ll find a way to help you out. They should have records from your medical appointments. If you tell the therapist what you’re thinking of doing-”

“-I haven’t been going to my appointments.”

“Why not?”

“Chiwon says I don’t need to go. He says I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Mihee, please,” you sniffled. “Jihye is on her way to you.”

Mihee continued crying, and hearing her cries broke your heart further. Several awful visions went through your head as you listened. Not Mihee. You texted Sungmi, your agent. You told her everything Mihee said, and her response relieved you.

Sungmi: I will get her a room in the residency building, and send someone to go pick her up. Jihye will be there?

You: Yes, she’ll be there. She can’t afford the fees right now, though.

Sungmi: I’ll waive the dorm fees for now. I’ll arrange a payment plan with the bursar’s office tomorrow morning.

You: Thank you, Sungmi.

“Sungmi is sending a van to come pick you up,” you told Mihee. “You can stay there for a while.”

“I can’t pay.”

“She’ll work that out later. We want you to be safe, babe. You’re going to be okay,” you comforted her.

You felt so helpless. You felt useless.

“They’ll come get me back anyways,” she sniffled. “They won’t let me go.”

“The agency will make them let you go.”

If there is one authority who could stop this, it’d be your agency. You’d joined The Eden Agency years ago when you saw their dedication to taking care of their employees and workers. You knew all the stipulations and restrictions they put into their contract clauses to keep everyone safe and happy. You couldn’t believe Galax1 somehow made it under the radar this long. Your hands clenched into fists as you stayed on the phone with Mihee, who gradually calmed down until you heard Jihye in the dorm. The savory scents of the food you’d cooked did not penetrate through your anger. How could they do this to her? You couldn’t fathom why someone would do this to a person they claimed to love.

“The van’s here,” Jihye’s voice came through Mihee’s phone. “I’ll go with her to make sure she’s settled in okay.”

“Keep me updated, yeah?”

“Totally.” She gave a sigh, “I can’t believe those assholes. Saehee and Sumi are gonna meet us at the agency. When can you be here?”

“In an hour,” you said, putting the vegetables on the counter with a concerned Wooyoung. “I’ll bring some food for her. She’ll be hungry and the cafeteria will be closed.”

“Good idea. I got a bottle of soju in my purse.”

You didn’t laugh, though you wanted to. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Alright, cool. See ya.”

Both of you hung up, and suddenly you did not feel hungry anymore. Wooyoung stood on the other side of the counter now, chopsticks in his hand as he picked up a bit of meat to put in a perilla leaf.

“What’s wrong with Mihee?” he asked, with concern on his face.

“She…” you couldn’t bring yourself to say it out loud. You felt as if saying it might embarrass Mihee. “She had a big fight with Chiwon, and he said a bunch of nasty things to her.” You picked up your own chopsticks, but only picked at the cooked vegetable sides. “She was having a panic attack, so I texted Jihye and Sungmi. She can’t keep living with them. They’re so terrible to her, and that new girlfriend of theirs is no help either.”

“I can’t believe she stayed with them this long,” Wooyoung told you after chewing his food. “I remember doing Kingdom with those guys, and they were so rude. They hated each other, and were hard to work with.” He snorted, “You should’ve heard the way they talked about you when you told that Kenny guy off.”

Yes, you remembered Kingdom. You also remembered Mihee doing her best to keep the six idiots happy. “What did they say?”

“He’d told San that we should keep a leash on our woman,” he snickered, “And that if we put your mouth to good use, it wouldn’t gab so much.”

You groaned, “Ugh, they’re so gross. What did you say?”

“San almost kicked his ass,” he said, eating his meat and leaf. “Hongjoong-hyung told him it wasn’t worth it and took him away.” He shook his head, “I felt bad for her. If they talk badly about other women, I can’t imagine the things they say about her.”

“They’re so mean to her,” you told him. You picked at a bit of meat and rice, but barely tasted it. Your worry for Mihee ruined any taste you might’ve enjoyed. “I don’t know why a group would keep a Companion they obviously don’t care about anymore.”

You did, but you felt disgusted saying it in the open. So Wooyoung said it for you.

“Because they want a free cook and maid,” he said, eating one of the sides you made with rice. “I’m sure they can be charming when they’re horny and want a quick fuck from her too.”

“Gosh, don’t say that. I don’t want to think about what that’s like for her.” You ate from each dish sparingly, “I don’t know what I’d do if you guys started treating me that way.”

“I do.”

“Oh?”

“You’d kick our asses,” he smirked and laughed before sipping from his Coke can. “We’d never fall out of love with you, babe. You’re stuck with us whether you like it or not.”

You smiled, “Even if I wanted to leave tomorrow?”

“Even then. I’d spend the rest of my life trying to win you back if you did that.”

You believed him. Out of all the members, Wooyoung took to you the quickest and easiest. Yeosang joked he skipped a few steps in becoming friends with someone, since by the next time you saw him, he already kissed your cheek and called you ‘love’. You told Yeosang that Wooyoung is simply an affectionate person who likes talking to people. When their debut came and Wooyoung could put his name on your contract, he became the most physically affectionate of them all. It’d been his opinion you trusted whenever you met a new person, since he picked up on vibes and moods fairly quickly.

“So, I’m assuming drama night is being postponed?” He did not say this in a disappointed voice, but a playful one.

“At least for a little while,” you winced. “I’m sorry, Woo.”

“It’s okay. I’m not mad,” he assured you. “Mihee is one of your closest friends, and she needs you right now. I’ll be here when you come back.” He stood up to grab an empty food container, “Take her some food so she’s not hungry. Home cooked food is the best when you’re feeling down.”

You gave his cheek a kiss, then began packing food and snacks for Mihee while he cleaned. When you finished, you turned to see him by the sink. Everything paused all of a sudden. Mihee spends portions of her day cooking for her “boyfriends” and is then left to clean it all up. Your boyfriends never let you do anything on your own. Every time you cooked, one of them offered to help as best as possible, even if it was being Designated Food Taster. They might talk over who cleans up afterwards, but they never bring your name into it, especially if you’re the one who cooked. You couldn’t imagine any of them treating you how Galax1 treated Mihee.

“Wooyoungie,” you called him, “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, angel.”

‘Angel’. A name so commonly given to you. What did Galax1 call Mihee? “If we all went out somewhere fancy together, would you make sure my name was on the list?”

“Psh, of course,” he put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher, “We’d make sure your name is the first on it.”

“And would you ever tell me to change my clothes because you didn’t want me to deflect attention from someone else?”

“No,” he squeezed some detergent into the washer, then said, “Is this about Mihee?”

“Yes.”

“YN,” he closed the door and turned it on, “Never in a million years would we treat you that way. In fact,” he walked over to you and held you in his arms, “We do our best to put your happiness first. It only works out that you’re always doing the same for us.” He kissed you softly, then said, “I love you, YN. Not just because the sex is incredible and you’re insanely gorgeous either,” you both laughed together. “But, you’re a kind, compassionate, empathetic person who would drop all her plans to go help a friend who needs her.” He gently rubbed your arms, scanning over your features, “I’d never do anything to intentionally hurt you, you know that. I can’t believe you’re even asking these questions.” He kissed you again, and said, “I’ll be here when you get back.”

Hearing him say this warmed your heart, but also made it hurt for Mihee more. If anyone deserved to be happy, it was her. You slipped from his arms to grab your bag from the couch, and left out the door.

Not before Wooyoung reminded you to take a jacket.

***

They’d put Mihee in a room by the time you arrived at your agency building. The resident rooms are meant for the freelance Companions who only go on dates. Much like a university dorm, it came with a bed, desk, dresser, and a communal bathroom down the hall. With the cafeteria giving three meals a day, Companions could also get discounts at the agency cafe and on their health checkups. You’d enjoyed living there, since it brought you closer to people who did what you do and it helped you out during rough times. It’s why it’d been your first choice when considering refuge for Mihee, who’d been too distraught to think straight. Unfortunately, the dorm came with a fee that they’d take from every check you received. A fee Mihee could not afford immediately.

“I’ll work something out with the bursar's office,” Sungmi told her as she settled into her new room. “You stay here and rest for a few days, alright? You’re in a safe space now.”

“Th-thank you, Sungmi-unnie.”

Sungmi gave her a tight hug, patted her head, and said goodbye to you and the others. Jihye, tall with long blond hair, waited until Sungmi left to open her purse. “I brought soju,” she smirked, “We could all use a drink. You, especially,” she told Mihee and began searching for complimentary cups.

“Have they contacted you at all?” Saehee, short and round-faced with a brown bob hair cut, took a seat on the bed beside Mihee.

Mihee still wore the shimmery lavender dress she planned on wearing to the dinner. Her tears smudged most of her makeup, and her lip tint wore off and left her lip liner still there. You hated seeing her this way. You pulled out the makeup wipes you kept in your purse, and gave it to her to clean herself off.

“No,” she shook her head, her voice still thick from sobs, as she pulled out a wipe, “I texted Chiwon, but he…”

“Left you on read?” Sumi asked reproachfully. She took a soju cup from Jihye. Sumin, tanned with medium length black hair, stood wearing her gym clothes still. Out of the five of you, Sumi worked out the most. “Ugh, he’s so disgusting. I don’t know why you’re so bummed. He’s not even that cute or that successful. I won’t be surprised if their group doesn’t disband in a year or so.”

“They embarrassed themselves with that last comeback,” Jihye snickered, handing you and Saehee a cup. You didn’t drink it. You didn’t think you could stomach anything else. “Like, that song of theirs. What was it called? ‘Dick Me Way’?”

You stifled a laugh, “I think it was called ‘Milky Way’.”

“Psh, could’ve fooled me. It did not sound like they were saying ‘Milky Way’.”

“I thought they might at least be curious as to where I went,” Mihee said to you. “They might not care, but I thought at least Josh would text me. He was always decent towards me.”

“Fuck Josh,” said Saehee, who downed her soju shot immediately. “He’s a dick too. I don’t care how nice he was to you. He still lets them treat you like garbage.”

You unpacked the food you’d brought for everyone to pick at while they talked. Mihee started extolling tales about the things her partners did off screen: how they preferred Yeseo over her, the mean remarks they made about her appearance, how angry they’d get if she made a mistake. It upset you far too much to keep on eating. You thought about what Wooyoung told you about your happiness being their first priority. If they commented on your appearance, it was out of concern and not maliciousness.

Chiwon told Mihee she ate too much. Yunho would tell you that you didn’t eat enough sometimes, often bringing you snacks during shoots or water when he saw you didn’t drink enough.

Kwangmin once gave Mihee an empty Gucci box as a present. Hongjoong took you to a fashion show where he made sure the designer had clothes for you to wear too. You’ll never forget his face when he saw you in the final outfit.

Kenny once told her that she’d have to pay her own way to go with them on tour. Seonghwa always made sure you were included in tour plans because he didn’t want to leave you behind. You never paid a single cent.

Her boyfriends did not care where she went, what she did or who she did it with. She texted their group chat hours ago, and none of them responded. If you go too long without contact, at least three or four of them will call to check on you. Mihee told you that they rarely spent time with her anymore. Your boyfriends would rather be with you than anywhere else. Mihee’s stories made every complaint you’ve ever made about your boyfriends miniscule and childish. So what if Yunho played games until late into the night? So what if Yeosang was a messy eater or Jongho did not always pick up after himself? They adored you. They loved you. They’d do anything you asked of them, and if they could not, they’d find a way to make you happy. You wished Mihee would find someone like them.

You stayed with the girls in Mihee’s dorm until eleven o’clock when visiting hours ended. You put leftovers in Mihee’s mini fridge, kissed the top of her head and hugged her tightly.

“Thank you, YN-unnie,” she said into your shoulder, her voice muffled by your jacket. “If you hadn’t done this for me…I don’t think I’d be here right now.”

This made you hug her tighter. “I’ll come by tomorrow around two and we can go to your place together to get your stuff, okay? Get some rest.”

“I will,” she nodded.

With one last cheek kiss, you left Mihee’s room and met with Jihye and the others down the hall. In the elevator, she said, “Good on you to text me. When you told me she talked about ‘terminating…” she visibly shuddered, “I almost had a panic attack.”

“I was worried she might’ve already done it,” said Saehee, crossing her arms nervously. “I felt super sick thinking about it.”

“Me too,” Sumi agreed. “Is it messed up that it made me think about my own relationship? Like, I can’t see Yongbok or Changbin ever being cruel to me like that.”

“I don’t think so,” Saehee told her. “When she told me about Kenny almost hitting her once, I thought about Seokjin and how he can be sometimes. We might get into arguments, but he’d never try to hurt me or make me cry just to feel like he won.”

“It makes me realize how lucky I am,” you said quietly as the elevator reached the bottom floor. “Yeah, it’s tough juggling eight guys on my own, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything else in the world.”

“Yeah, me too.”

The four of you walked Saehee home first and then Sumi. Jihye went with you to the train station where you waited for the train to take you home.

“Do you think Mihee will be okay?” asked Jihye. “I mean, they’re the first group she’s ever dated and she was so in love with them. What if they try to get her back or she can’t get out of her contract?”

“Sungmi will fix that,” you assured her. “If anything, I’ll pitch in some money to help her out. I’m sure Saehee will too, since her boyfriends are such big superstars now.”

“I’ll hand some over,” Jihye said. “I happen to know some cute clients who are into girls like Mihee, so if she ever has trouble getting on her feet again, I can slip their names to Sungmi.”

You nodded at her suggestion, and put your hands in your pockets. “I just want her to be happy and safe. She deserves that.”

“She really does.”

When the train arrived, you hugged her goodbye and went onboard. On the way home, you checked your phone for the first time since seeing Mihee. As expected, Wooyoung was the first to message you.

WooWoo 🦊: Are you on your way home soon? It’s getting late.

You: I’m on the train now. We lost track of time.

You took a train selfie to appease him, but also because he’d ask for one anyways.

WooWoo 🦊: Beautiful 😍 is she okay now?

You: Yeah, she’s settled into the dorm and I told her we’d go get more of her stuff tomorrow afternoon. Jihye only got the essentials, but she needs more clothes and stuff.

WooWoo 🦊: I’m glad. I like Mihee. She’s sweet. Now, get home quickly. I have a surprise for you.

This message prompted you to go into the group chat you shared with all the members. You mainly used it to discuss group dates or to idly talk about your days as a whole. Anything you had to tell them, you sent it there. As the train stopped at another station, you started typing:

You: My friend Mihee’s staying at the residency dorms at my agency because she talked about killing herself. She told me tonight all about how awful her boyfriends are to her and the terrible things they’ve done. It’s so disgusting it makes me sick. I feel so sorry for my friend because she’s a lovely person and very special to me, but her situation has made me realize how lucky I am.

Tears started brimming your eyes as you continued.

You: since the day we met, you’ve been nothing but good to me. Even when you had nothing to offer me, you still did your best to make me happy. You give me so much freedom, which a lot of Companions don’t always have. You don’t keep me on a strict diet. You don’t tell me what I can and can’t wear. You include me in everything you do, and never make me feel left out or unimportant. You never push past my boundaries and respect my privacy and space. When I’m with any of you, I feel safe. I know you’d never do anything to hurt me, and if you accidentally do, you make up for it and apologize. I feel special and beautiful and important when I’m with you. I love each of you so much, and I hope we’re together forever.

The messages poured a few minutes after you wrote this.

My Bear 🐻: you know we’d do anything for you, angel. You’re such a special person to me, I couldn’t live my life without you now that I have you.

Yuyu 🐶: The last thing I’d ever do is hurt you. I love you too, baby ♥️

Hwa 🐰: why would I not include you in everything? You’re my angel, baby.

Prince Yeosang 👑: I always want to be a person you feel safe with. I know you have your bad days, and I want to be someone who uplifts you. I love you, my princess ♥️♥️

Choi ⛰️: Noooo now I’m crying!! I love you so much, angel. I want us to be together forever too.

Mingi 🦁: I love you too, angel. You’re the first person I think of when I’m down, because you know how to make me feel better. I don’t ever want to be without you ♥️

Choi ⛰️: we were so nervous when we first met you kekeke

Joongie 🐱: you know I love you more than the air in my lungs. I could never hurt you, because hurting you would be like hurting myself. You’re a part of me.

Hwa 🐰: waaaahhh hongjoong putting us all to shame!!

The one person who didn’t answer in the chat texted you privately instead.

WooWoo 🦊: I’m sorry about your friend. I hope she is okay now. I saw what you put in the chat and I wanted to tell you something:

WooWoo 🦊 : There was this book quote I read once that really stuck with me. “He is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same”. It stuck with me because that’s how I feel about you, YN. I feel like if we met in a different lifetime, you and I would still fall in love because we’re the same. It’s why you’re in every music video, because we’d love you in every universe. I love you, YLN YN. I love love love love love you. Come home soon. I miss you.

You wiped the tears trickling down your cheek as you reread their messages. San recounted the night you’d all met.

Two weeks before their debut, the boys’ schedule was packed with dance practice, studio recordings, promoting themselves, singing and rapping lessons. They did not have much free time, but management set up a date between you and them. You’d been going through financial troubles from your previous relationship, which left you desperate for a good gig. While going on random dates helped in the short term, it was contracts Companions typically sought out. You decided on a trial-run with an eight-member group to see how things went, and if it worked out, you’d sign a contract with them. A one-year contract where you’d be the sole girlfriend sounded promising. You’d handled groups before now, and a year-long contract is a reasonable starting point; you worked out anything longer after a few dates. You’d seen photos and videos of ATEEZ that KQ sent you, since it’s only fair you see what they looked like. The ‘99 line had all been 18 or 19, and Jongho turned 18 right before then. Only Seonghwa and Hongjoong could be actual romantic partners for you. They’d been so young back then, you realized as the train passed another station. They’d seemed harmless enough, and you really needed a good job.

You never expected to be with them this long. But, when you met them at the barbeque restaurant that night, you really enjoyed their general vibe. You saw their close-knit brotherhood right away, and the genuine care they had for one another. It was something you noticed in groups from smaller companies; they worked and lived together, which built up a natural love for one another. That love soon stretched over to you. Smiling to yourself, you recalled how shy they’d been around you that night. Wooyoung, Mingi, San, and Yunho did a majority of the talking despite their nerves. The other members revealed later on you’d been much prettier in person, and it intimidated them.

Walking home from the train station, you thought about those days fondly. You’d often meet up with them at the Han River, where you’d go riding bikes and eating street food together in the spring. They didn’t have much money to spend on you, but that didn’t matter to you. Their company soon became enough for you. You remembered a night when you went to eat after dance practice, and you’d sat specifically with Yeosang because he thought you wouldn’t be interested in him. Shy and anxious, you managed to get him to open up to you like a clam, and his shyness melted away. Once, you went to a convenience store with San and Wooyoung after everyone went to sleep. The three of you played hide and seek down the street.

It’d been under a street light on the corner that Wooyoung kissed you for the first time.

“Wooyoung, I’m back,” you said into the apartment, knowing well Jongho is too busy gaming and Hongjoong is likely still in his studio.

He appeared from his bedroom, smiling at the sight of you. He kissed you as easily as he’d kissed you that night on the street. Wooyoung had taken you gently by the waist, bringing you to him and kissing you passionately.

“Glad you’re home,” he said, taking your bag to put on the hook while you slipped out of your shoes. “I have a surprise for you.”

“As you said in your text,” you replied. You couldn’t help the nostalgic feeling inside your chest. Looking at the man in front of you, it dawned on you how much he’d grown up. “Where is it?” you asked him, getting into your house slippers.

“Come with me.”

He took your hand and led you to his bedroom. You gasped when you saw what he’d done to his bed. Having taken one of his plain white sheets, he’d tied a string across the top so it created a canopy, then placed fake electric candles around his bed to add light. Blankets from the couch outside, plus several plush pillows added more comfort to his large bed. A laptop plugged into the wall sat on a tray with snacks and drinks in a cooler next to the bed. A blanket fort.

"Wooyoung-ah," you smiled at his setup, "This is so cute."

"What you said got me thinking about our first time together," he said, bringing you to him as he closed the door. "When we made that pillow fort to watch movies and then we…got all hot and bothered?"

You noticed the seductive tone in his voice and let him kiss you. "Well, if I remember correctly, you were the hot one. I was perfectly fine with hanging out."

"I couldn't help it," he said, bringing you over to the bed where he let you climb on top of him. You mounted his hips, deepening the kiss as you remembered the first time. "You felt so nice against me like this," he gently pushed his hips into yours, "I really wanted to wait for a more romantic moment, but I couldn't wait anymore. And…" he pecked your lips as his hands went down your body, "It isn't like you tried stopping me."

"Maybe I didn't want you to," you sneered, starting to grind into him. "I meant what I said though," you said, "It really makes me appreciate how good you are to me." A thought then occurred to you, "I wish there was a way I can show my appreciation for you."

Wooyoung picked up on it right away, holding you by the waist as he rolled you on your back. In between your legs, you could feel him right up against your center. His shorts made it much easier to feel him through them, and you couldn't resist grinding into him. Suddenly, Wooyoung drowned all your senses. The fresh scent of his shampoo still clung to his black strands, and to the smooth, supple skin under his shirt. His body heat warmed you against the chill seeping through the nearby windows. Your love for Jung Wooyoung blossomed the night he kissed you under that light. It flourished when you both made love in his blanket fort, soft and passionate and completely wrapped up in one another. Your hands stayed at his shoulders, the bones and muscles tensing under your touch before flexing against it. Everything became Wooyoung. Like the very first time, the small enclosure he created turned the world into one for two.

“There’s something I’ve always wanted to try,” he said, pressing his lips to your neck while your hands slipped under his shirt. “If you’re into trying new stuff tonight, that is.”

“I’ll do whatever you like,” you smiled, gyrating into him slowly so he groaned against your neck. “You’re always thinking of me when we do it. I think it’s only fair that I do things you like too.”

“I want you to watch TV while I fuck you.”

“What?”

“I saw this porn video the other night where the girl watched TV while the guy fucked her,” he explained, “And it was so hot. I want to try it with you.”

Free use. That is what he was talking about: partners having sex even if the other partner isn’t particularly horny. It’s in a consensual way, of course. “Oh?” you smiled, “But does it really count if I’m horny too?”

“You can pretend not to be,” he said.

You considered it for a moment, then said, “Okay. I’ll give it a shot.”

Wooyoung beamed and kissed you. He dragged the bed tray beside you, then put on a random movie he knew you liked. You supposed you’d simply lay there and let him do what he wanted while you focused on the movie. Spreading yourself out a bit more, Wooyoung laid on top of you as he kissed down your throat to the neckline of your shirt. The movie’s beginning credits started rolling right as he slid your shirt over your chest, and pulled your bra down under them. You tried keeping back the gasp when his warm mouth touched your skin, a wet tongue immediately circling your nipple. He kept your arms by your head as he flicked his tongue over each one, and you forced yourself to not grind into him. The tip grazed across the hard peaks once or twice before he suckled on them, a low groan emitting from his throat. You tried focusing on the film, a horror movie you enjoyed so you had something distracting you from the pleasure. But, it only just barely worked. As you watched young Drew Barrymore answer the phone while making popcorn, Wooyoung slid further down your body.

You shifted around to let him pull down your leggings completely, leaving you in your panties and socks. When you felt him sliding off your panties next, you nearly gasped. He lifted your knees up to your stomach and started lightly swatting his tongue on your sex. You clutched the sheets, forcing yourself to focus on the teenage girl panicking as a killer plays cat-and-mouse with her. How did porn stars do this? Once you felt the flat of his tongue gingerly lick your pussy open, you moaned softly to yourself. Part of the free-use kink is that the other partner doesn’t react, but damn, Wooyoung’s mouth worked you so easily. So easily, in fact, you should be ashamed of it. Keeping hold of your thighs, Wooyoung focused his attention on the center of your clit where he rolled the tip around several times.

“Name the killer in Friday the 13th,” said the killer on screen.

“Jason!”

‘No, you moron. It was his mom…’ you couldn’t help thinking.

Right as Drew Barrymore is freaking out over her dead boyfriend, Wooyoung reached into his bedside drawer for something. You thought it must be the condom, since Wooyoung practiced so little patience when in the heat of his arousal. After a bit of fumbling around, a distinct hardness touched your entrance.

“Which door am I at?”

‘Run, idiot. Get out of the hou-’

Wooyoung filled you right to the brim, and you couldn’t help giving a soft moan. Unlike San, who needed total silence to concentrate, Wooyoung had no problem focusing on you as the movie went onwards. Hands holding up your knees, he kept you in place while he pumped in and out of you. You looked over at him for a moment to see he’d removed his shirt and tugged down his shorts. He watched himself fuck you slowly, stretching your sex and filling you each time. You knew you weren’t supposed to acknowledge him, but you couldn’t stop yourself from whimpering. When he felt you looking at him, you turned your head to the laptop.

Two hands grabbed your chest, and he bent down to kiss and lick them while he kept his slow pace. You’d truly become a toy for him to fuck; a doll that fulfills his every whim. You loved it. Something about Wooyoung having his fun with you while you remained indifferent to it turned you on. Soon, his hips snapped into yours quickly, his groans turning into grunts in each stroke. You tried not moaning, since you knew that was not part of this kink of his. You watched the movie, trying to pay attention to the parents finding their teenage daughter gutted and hanging from a tree. The movie moved onto Neve Campbell in her bedroom, typing at her old computer before her boyfriend came in through the window.

Eventually, he withdrew and helped roll you onto your front. You wouldn’t lie: you quite enjoyed this position and they all knew that. They knew your body so well it was almost unfair. They never failed to pleasure you first during sex, and they knew they’d get a very nice favor in return each time. Straddling your thighs, Wooyoung spat on his tip and went back inside you. You nearly whined from how the new position had him touching your g-spot directly, and the force causing the bed to bump lightly against the wall.

“Stay like that,” he huffed, returning to the same speed as before. “Just like that…”

You put your eyes on the laptop, but you barely paid attention to the screen. Wooyoung started bottoming up into you, and his weight kept you from pushing up to meet him. You purse your lips to keep back the mewls his long strokes created. How could he expect you to sit still while he took you this way? Your fingers dug into the soft pillow underneath you, clawing at the smooth fabric. You tried not showing any signs of pleasure, but you couldn’t help the need growing inside you. You badly wanted to push against him, pick up the speed and be the naughty, dirty slut he liked. But, this is what Wooyoung wanted, and you wanted him to enjoy himself too.

In a few more thrusts, you felt Wooyoung stiffen against you. Falling forward, his forehead pressed right on the top of your head as he rode out his orgasm inside you. His damp breath tickled the back of your neck, and his moans drowned out any sounds from the film in front of you. Listening to him cum had your pussy clenching around him each time he sunk inside. Your need for release came almost painfully, the restraint being too much. When he dared to pull out, you immediately tackled him so he fell backwards on the opposite side of the fort. Wooyoung said nothing as you mounted him quickly and began riding him.

“Someone couldn’t keep it together anymore, huh?” Wooyoung chuckled, holding onto your hips as you bounced on him. “My dick feels too good?”

“Way too good,” you whined, rolling your hips on him. You didn’t care if he’d already come, you knew he wouldn’t stop until you did too. “Play with my clit, Wooyoungie,” you said, “Make me cum, please?”

“Of course, angel.”

Whirling his thumb around your clit and his tip prodding your g-spot again, you unraveled a few seconds later. Your body tensed in each orgasmic wave and you were soon clawing at Wooyoung’s chest from the force. Slowly, you fell from your climax as quickly as it arrived, and collapsed beside Wooyoung. A small pang of guilt made you frown.

“Sorry,” you said to him.

“About what?” he panted, looking over at you.

“For not going through with the whole ‘free-use’ thing,” you replied. “I don’t know how porn stars do it, honestly.”

“You just need practice, baby,” he insisted. He rolled onto his side, and pecked your lips, “You still did so well. It’s not your fault you’re so…sensitive,” he smirked, pinching your nipple idly before kissing you again. “Trust me, I still loved it. Didn’t you?”

“I did,” you replied, turning on your side to face him. “We can always try it again later,” you suggested, “If you want to, that is.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he grinned, bringing you close to kiss you deeply. He paused for a moment, brushing your nose with his, and said, “I love you, YN.”

“I love you too, WooWoo.”

He chuckled at the nickname and you kissed once more. You briefly thought back to Mihee, who likely ended up alone after sex with her boyfriends. Not you. Your boyfriends would never leave you without smothering you in kisses first.

They simply adored you too much.

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Glimmer 12/? Billy Butcher fic!

NOTES! - Hello loves! I wanted to let you all know that the next 20 some chapters of this is written and was written before season 3 came out.

As I post and we keep going through season 3 let me know if you think I should stay with the show or just go AU! I want to write what you all like too :)

chapter: 12/?

He met her a little before sunset in Greenwich Village on 5th Avenue after an exhausting day of running errands and too-long meetings. Together they walked a few blocks, and she stopped at a cart to get a fruit smoothie with a 'fresh wheat-grass and ginger boost'. He rolled his eyes but he wouldn't let her pay and he looked at her just a little fondly when she moaned happily at her first sip.

They ended up walking into Washington Square Park and sat on a bench, watching the last few children playing in the fountains before the sun went down. The heat had been sweltering during the day, Butcher didn't even have his coat on, but now there was a little breeze and Addison thought it felt wonderful.

Billy slid his arm along the back of the bench and she sat close, but not quite touching. Still she reveled in the way he seemed to almost be at peace, relaxed, here with her.

"So what's up?" she asked him after a few sips of her drink, starting to feel a little revived.

Billy was quiet for a moment before he spoke. "Just wanted to see ya. It's been a few days. I didn't expect ya to be runnin' 'round Manhattan though." He gave her a stern look, his brow furrowed, but she smiled. He wanted to see her.

"I'm fine. All healed, mostly. Today was tiring but it couldn't be helped. I made it, I promise."

He gave a low grunt of hesitant acceptance, but when she smiled at him again, his hazel eyes softened, a little glint of amusement coming to them.

She took another drink of her smoothie, then laughed softly at two children splashing each other in the fountain. They screamed and giggled, having the time of their lives.

The life Addison had known had never been like that. But it made her heart a little lighter to see it that way for other children.

"I don't think I ever played like that as a kid," she said, shaking her head. "I was almost always alone. Did you?"

"Nah, never," he agreed, the corner of his mouth almost turned up in a smile of his own as they watched them.

Completely carefree and happy. She wondered what that was like. She wondered if she'd ever be able to give a moment of that to someone else.

"Did you have a brother or sister?" she asked.

He was quiet for a second and by the way his expression fell she immediately knew what his answer would be.

"Had a brother," his accent thickened, but that was the only indication of emotion.

She took a quiet breath, and let it out. "I'm so sorry Billy."

He shook his head. "It were a long time ago."

Addison could tell he was thinking so she didn't say anything else. There were a few minutes of silence before he spoke again.

"I should've been there when he - when it happened. I wanted to shield him from everything but it didn't help a bit in the end, and I couldn't shield him from myself unless I left. I couldn't take..." he trailed off.

"You couldn't have known, Billy. You can't possibly protect everyone all at once."

He shifted on the bench but he didn't move away, his gaze unfocused, miles away. She wanted to reach up and smooth the wrinkles from around his eyes but she didn't want to break his thoughts if he was processing some of his pain.

"I weren't the same after that. I was hard before but afterward... I don't think I ever had another honest relationship after that... It were all half truths and manipulation to hide who I really am or get what I want. I lied, over and over." He looked down, scuffing his black boot harshly on the cement. "And it were repaid in kind. I don't blame her."

Addison didn't have to guess who he was talking about. "You were trying to protect each other."

"Maybe."

Addison took a breath. "Lies can't build much I guess. Like smoke in the wind."

"Aye."

"You've never lied to me."

He turned then to look at her with those stormy eyes and she wished somehow they could just forget everything else in the world for one minute and just be Addison and Billy sitting on a park bench. But life for both of them had been generally unforgiving and seemed likely to continue that way.

A sharp pain shot up her side suddenly from where she'd been shot and she grimaced before she could stop herself.

"Addi, you alright?"

No lies. "When I'm tired my muscle still cramps up sometimes. Where I was hit." She sighed. And each time it did, every moment from that night came back to her. As nighttime fell around them, the street lamps started to come on. She almost wished she could keep them off for awhile.

"Do you know how many people you've killed?" she asked him quietly.

"No. Lost count sometime in '02."

She looked away. "He was my 5th. On to the second hand." Now that it was dark, they were alone for the most part. The children that were playing in the fountain were home with their families now, dry and warm and loved. "That's gotta be a path straight to hell, hm?"

"If there even is such a thing, sunshine, you could never qualify."

He said it with so much conviction she thought she could almost believe him. But he was right; it was a worry for another time.

She wanted to enjoy being here with him, now, and she couldn't stop herself from smiling up at him. "Well if I don't go to hell I won't get to be with you," she teased.

"We'll have to work on stayin' alive for a bit longer then."

Somehow at some point she had moved herself so she was pressing against his side, almost nestled under his arm. She couldn't stay away from him and he wasn't pushing back.

And the way he was looking at her now and the warmth in his hazel eyes made her fingertips tingle with desire. She took a breath but before she could let it out he was leaning toward her and her eyes were fluttering closed. The first touch of his lips was whisper soft, gently inviting something more and Addison almost cried out with the utter bliss of it. She returned the kiss eagerly, pressing closer and his hand slid around her waist.

So slowly, he opened to her and then his tongue flickered against hers. Addison made a soft little purr of need and he pressed further, stroking his tongue over hers. His beard scratched against her cheek but it was softer than she had expected and she couldn't care less. Nothing had ever, ever felt like this in her life. She felt dizzy and her body melted into his. After what seemed like forever, he finally broke the kiss to let her breathe.

"Hmmm..." His tongue swept out over his lower lip and it was as mesmerizing as his dark gaze.

"What?" Addison breathed, still dizzy and fluttering and far too warm.

He lifted his brow at her, but his accent was warm. "You taste like wheat-grass."

Addison smacked his chest and rolled her eyes. "No I don't," she laughed.

He flashed a devastating smile, clearly pleased with himself and Addison huffed even as her belly gave a warm flutter in response.

"I'll have to taste again to see then..."

His arm came around her, pulling her closer against his body as his mouth met hers once more and he took complete possession. Surely, this could only be heaven. She slid her hand into his dark hair and he kissed her and kissed her, stroking his tongue possessively over hers. Addison felt like she was going to faint but she could never want to stop this. The moment was only broken when a couple of noisy teenagers came by on skateboards.

"Get a room!" One shouted, and they all laughed loudly.

"Fuck off," Billy growled immediately as he pulled away without missing a beat.

Addison laughed softly, but suddenly she couldn't deny that the day was catching up with her and she leaned her head against his shoulder.

"Fuckin' kids," he grumbled. He turned to her and she looked up at him with a warm smile, she just couldn't help herself.

"Tired?" he said, much softer this time.

"It was a long day. I guess I'm not back to 100% yet."

"Should I carry ya home on me back?"

Addison laughed. "No, it's alright. I'll call a Lyft."

"My car's parked two blocks away if you can make it. I'll drive you home. It'll make me feel better anyway."

There was no parking on the street when he got to her building but Addison quickly assured him it was completely fine. There was no point in searching forever for parking or paying a load when she was perfectly capable of getting to her apartment and she was already half asleep anyway. She leaned over to kiss him once more but the blare of a horn kept it short.

Billy flipped them off and stayed stopped in the street an extra minute just to piss them off more, watching Addison as she made it safely inside.

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One of my favorite chapters :) Like it? Hate it? More to come...

Chapter 13

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Three Little Words

Because Chapter 15 got me in such of lovesick emotional chokehold. Cas out here making me into the biggest, softest marshmallow.

Ugh, I love him so much.

Y’all know the drill. Black Male!Cassius x Black Female!MC. With a bit of Male!Gabe x Female!MC (one sided, sorry Gabe fans. I like your guys’ idea of poly relationship, but I personally don’t get down like that.)

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(Cas Harlow)

What a fucking mess.

Just only what felt like mere hours ago, I left the lone survivor of my hunting party. The first time in a long time that I felt powerless.

That I felt scared.

Weak.

...where I felt like I was human.

I thought I wasn’t gonna survive, but no. Those creatures left me there as warning. Laying there in those bushes, barely on the cusp of consciousness, I remember feeling angry.

Angry that I was beaten so easily. Angry that I was rendered helpless to where my own family was torn apart in some sick ritual. Angry that I didn’t die alongside them.

But it wasn’t until I found myself gazing into Judith’s honey colored eyes that I felt a wave of relief.

If I had died, I wouldn’t have the chance to look into those breathtaking eyes again.

With her support and Golden Boy’s help, we created a plan, tracked down our true enemy, warned the covens, and founded the Creator’s true weakness.

Only now, he’s grown so powerful to point he rendered both covens injured.

I watched helplessly as my covenmate began to close his eyes after I extracted the branch from his side.

I slapped him out of frustration.

“DAMMIT! Wake up, you idiot!” I felt the sting of tears burn my eyes but I refused to cry. Not now.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt a hand land on my shoulder. I looked up to find Judith staring at me with a steady gaze.

“I know what would help,” she said softly. My heart leapt up with hope... before a chilling realization came crushing down on me.

“You’d better not be suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, babe,” I growled at her. Judith’s impassive look hasn’t shifted, save the single arched brow.

“And why not? These people need blood, Cas. Human blood. It would help speed up the healing process and save their lives.” Gabriel shook his head, just as against the idea as I was.

“And what about you? Giving your blood to this many vampires is way too dangerous,” Golden Boy butted in. Judith pinned both of us with a glare.

“For the love of- Listen to me, you idiots! There’s no reason for your friends to die! They’re your family, just...” Judith sighed, her eyes softening.

“Just let me help them. Believe in me, please...” I bit my lip. I didn’t want to lose anymore of my covenmates... but I didn’t want to risk losing her either. I turned to Gabriel.

“Dammit, Golden Boy, use that giant brain of yours to figure out the right solution already!” Gabriel had the distressed look on his face, looking between our covens as Judith.

“I... I don’t know,” he brokenly admitted. Judith let out another sigh, before grabbing my wrist and dragging me over to Margo.

Her miserable expression changed into a a sarcastic eye roll as we approached.

“Am I already in hell? How many times do I have to look at your ugly face today,” she hissed at Judith. The human girl returned the eye roll.

“Relax, we both know it’s anything but ugly.” Honey brown eyes turned to me with a determined gaze.

“Cas, bite me.” I almost choked on my damn saliva-

“Normally I’d be on board with a witty comeback but-” I shut up at the sight of Judith’s glare, gently taking hold of her wrist. Margo watched our exchange with alarmed eyes.

“The hell are you doing?!” I frowned at her.

“She’s helping your bitter ass, so shut up and start being grateful,” I hissed. With a shaky breath, I carefully sunk my fangs into Judith’s wrist. She let out a low hiss through her clenched teeth but didn’t say anything. Swiping my tongue over my fangs, I carefully watched her expression.

“You okay,” I asked softly. Judith glanced at me, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips.

“Fit as a fiddle.” Judith turned her gaze to Margo, holding out her bleeding wrist.

“Just a sip now,” Judith murmured quietly to the injured girl. Margo let out a sharp laugh.

“You’re putting fresh blood in my face and expect me to only have a sip?” I glared at the redhead.

“Margo.” She flinched at my tone before brushing it off with an eye roll.

“Fine. Fine.” I watched carefully, making sure my covenmate didn’t get carried away with get more than necessary. The moment I saw her wounds healing, I pulled her away before dragging Judith to the others.

“Hey Judith. Wait a second,” I called out to her. We went through a handful Venandis and I could see Judith’s eyes turning hazy. I held her close to keep her upright.

“Why the hell are you helping Venandis after everything they’ve done. I mean, my coven hasn’t exactly been all warm and fuzzy toward you ever since you met them.” Judith shook her head with a soft laugh.

“You really don’t get it, do you? I’m helping because they matter to you, Cas. You care about them, and I care about you, so that I means I care about them too.” I stared at the girl in my arms in utter disbelief.

‘She was willing to help those who pushed her around, belittle her, threaten her... because of me?’

“Just... just like that,” I whispered, almost breathless at the sheer reality of it. Full lips spread into a sweet smile.

“Just like that,” she answered in kind, her gaze warm upon my face. I smirked at her, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“You’re one of a kind, New Girl... it’s their loss if they don’t see it,” I whispered. She let out a chuckle, nuzzling my chin before quickly making her way to Gabriel to help the Clements.

The groans of pain have decreased almost sufficiently as Judith made her rounds to each vampire. Despite the fear of someone taking advantage of her, I never felt more proud of her. She truly had a heart like no other...

Knocked out of my musings, a pair of elders were dragging in their fellow injured members into the gym. Before Gabriel or I could act, Judith jumped up to meet them halfway.

“Judith, wait!”

“Damn it, New Girl! Wait a second-” Cold eyes swept over me and Adalhard, forcing us to stop a few steps behind her.

“They need help and you’re stopping me,” she asked, her voice dropping a pitch. Swallowing my slight fear of the human girl, I walked up to her and cupped her face in my hands.

“Can you even handle giving anymore? You should be nearly at your limit at this point.” Her gaze lost its edge, squeezing my wrist.

“I’m fine, Cas. They’re the last two. Let me do this.” Biting my lip, I released her. Gabriel and I watched as the girl kneeled, offering her wrists to the wounded elders. Despite being on the brink of consciousness, the two took careful sips of her blood. Just as Judith was about to pull away, the two clamped down on her arms with an iron clad grip, taking more than she was willing to offer.

“Ngh!” Judith gritted her teeth, trying to pull away from them... but thanks to the blood loss, she was much weaker.

Gabriel and I sprang into action, pulling our respective coven elder off of her. Judith raised wobbly to her feet and I wasted no time picking her up bridal style, making my way to the bleachers.

“Cas, put me down. I... I can walk,” I heard her grunt against my shoulder. I let out a soft scoff.

“I only take orders from people who don’t look like they’re going to keel over,” I snapped. I felt her flinch and let out a sigh.

“Just... Just hush and let me do this for you, Judith...” For the few times since meeting each other, Judith remained silent. I sat down on the lowest bleacher, adjusting the girl so she could sit on my lap. She still wouldn’t look at me, so I decided to lighten the mood.

“So... back when I said you’re one of a kind, I meant you’re more stubborn than any human has a right to be...” I got what I wanted. A beautiful smile. A weak one, but still breathtaking all the same.

“Admit it, that’s one of the things you like about me,” she mumbled into my neck, chuckling. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile from appearing on my face. Gabriel took the seat next to us, a chocolate chip cookie and a juice pouch in hand.

“Your stubbornness is one of your best traits, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t make us worried sick. Here, this should help get your blood sugar back up.” Judith was quick to grab the cookie, already biting into it with a moan.

“Judith... I want to thank you for your help. It hurt seeing my covenmates suffering so it means a lot to know that they’re recovering because of you,” Gabriel said, his gaze reverent. I awkwardly cleared my throat.

“Yeah... I’m not about sentimentality and crap, but... you saved my family. It means more than you know.” Judith smiled at us, and surprisingly, kissing my cheek and squeezing Adalhard’s hand. I looked at her with a raised brows.

“What are you doing,” I asked. She shrugged, a goofy smile taking over her normally serious face.

“Just thinking about how happy I am that you’re happy.” I snorted.

“...Weirdo...” But that didn’t stop me for placing a quick peck on her lips.

“...Said with affection.” Those eyes sparkled at me as she rubbed our noses together. Let this be anybody else, I would’ve complained about how disgustingly cute she’s being with the PDA...

But Judith wasn’t just anybody else...

I comfortably watched on as Gabriel offered her juice pouch as Judith polished off the rest of her cookie. The playful banter between the two would’ve bothered me in the past, but I felt comfortable with where I stood with the girl.

And I think Adalhard knows she felt comfortable she stood with me too.

“Human.” All three of us looked up to find the Clement and Venandi elders who hauled in their injured brothers from earlier.

“We wanted to come and issue our thanks,” the Venandi Elder said. The Clement Elder nodded alongside her.

“Indeed. What you, a human, have just done for the vampires gathered here, and at the risk of your own well-being... It reminds me of the days, hundreds of years ago now, when a handful of Crimson Beech humans helped defend us from the vampire hunters.” My brows furrowed at this.

“That actually happened,” Gabriel asked, seemingly as shocked as I was.

“It did. But as time passed and history forgotten, we didn’t think something of the sort would ever happen again.” Judith let out a thoughtful hum.

“I guess that means it goes to show that humans and vampires have more in common that you previously thought. We both can tell there is a greater evil out to end us both, it would be in our best interest to set our differences, wouldn’t it,” she mused, a teasing tilt can be heard in her voice. The Elders’ mouths twitched upward briefly before giving a solemn nod.

Margo appeared with a scoff, eyeing the girl sitting comfortably on my lap.

“Before today, I would’ve said everything you guys just said was a load of crap,” she huffed. But she deflated as she continued,

“But before today, I never thought I’d see a human go so far to keep a vampire alive... You’re pretty alright, Gabriel...” With a dismissive wave of her hand, Margo wandered off. The Venandi Elder nodded at Judith.

“We owe you a debt, human.” Judith returned it with a nod of her own.

“I promise you, I’m not going to stop helping until we know how to defeat the Creator, so we can all stay alive.” I bit my lip at that.

Judith already proven time and time again that she was willing to help us. Even when she’s been used and abused by the covens so many times. Even when they threaten the lives of her and her mother. Even when they actually almost killed them.

‘Just how far are you going to go, Judith? I... I can’t lose you... I don’t want to, don’t make me... please...’

I hugged the girl closer, breathing in that sweet scent that clung onto her skin. I just hope that we can-

BOOM!

All of us jumped as the building shook under the massive energy wave that hit it.

“Aw shit, what now,” I growled under my breath. The three of us rushed to the back door, pushing it open to find dark thunderstorm cloud rolling in fast. The trees lost their vibrant colors and some of them were being uproot by the powerful gusts. At the eye of the storm, pulsing lights burst from the beech tree lighting up the night sky. Judith cursed under her breath.

“He found the ley line’s heart and is starting to drain his energy! We have to come up with something and fast.” Sparing a glance at the room, only the three of us were well enough to take him on.

“Fuck, it’s really us against him,” I hissed, running my fingers through my hair.

“Astoria and Lweyn could only hold out for so long! What are we gonna do to defeat this Creator,” Gabriel stressed, pacing around. Judith regarded the both of us with a cool look.

Even though the sadness could be seen in her eyes.

“I don’t think a vampire can beat him at all. He’s an all powerful god at this point. It’s gonna take more than blood-sucking to take him down...” Then I saw it.

That same faraway look I would see on her face.

The one she gets when she thinks real hard about something. As she came back to herself, I noticed a wild look flashing in those irises.

“He’d never consider a human to be a real threat. I could fool him drinking vampire blood from me!”

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND,” I yelled. I know it wasn’t necessary but this girl lost her damn marbles if she thinks I would willing let her walk to her death.

“Cas, c’mon! Think about it. We know for a fact that vampire blood is his weakness! This is the only sure way of ending him once and for all,” she reasoned.

“One question then. How do you plan on getting vampire blood in your veins without, oh, I don’t know... turning into one?!” Gabriel jumped in my defense.

“Which is one hundred percent off the table, FYI.” The girl didn’t back down.

“The science lab has to have something I could use to inject myself with!”

‘This girl is aiming to take years off my life, I swear to God-’

“You want to do a complex medical procedure in a high school lab?! Judith, this is insane,” Gabriel shouted.

“More than insane. You could die! Too much vampire blood will poison you just as much as it poisons him,” I hissed, silently with pleading her to understand. To reconsider. Judith glared at the both of us.

“It’s worth the risk if it’ll save everyone!” Gabriel grabbed her shoulders, shaking her.

“Judith, don’t you get it?! We’re trying to save you! Do you want to die?!” Judith deflated at the sight of Golden Boy’s heartbroken gaze. She turned to look at me, and I met her eyes. I knew I could never hide how I truly feel about her, she’s the only person I know who could read me like a book.

She lowered her gaze.

“Of course I don’t want to die. But... I’m not afraid to. Especially if it meant protecting the both of you,” she whispered. She stepped out of Gabriel’s slacken grasp, a sad look dimming those beautiful eyes.

“You two became such an important part of my life. If putting myself at risk meant you two would be safe... I would do it a thousand times over again with no regrets.” Gabriel choked on a sob.

“And what about how we feel,” he asked her. I grasped onto the little burning embers of anger I had, refusing to give into my sadness.

“Yeah, seems like we should get a say in this stupid plan,” I spat. Gabriel forged on, trying to get Judith to see reason.

“Judith, we promised your mom we’d take care of you. Don’t make us liars...” She let out a bitter laugh at that, a pained smile making its way onto her face.

“Nice try boys, but nothing you can say is going to stop me. Only I can do this. Only a human can defeat the Creator and save Crimson Beech-” The building shook from another energy blast, nearly knocking all of us on our asses. Judith’s eyes harden.

“And we’re running out of time to do both. I need you two to help me with the most important part of this plan. You have to make sure I stay alive long enough for the Creator to bite me.” Without another word, Judith turned on her heel and rushed out of the gym. I cursed under my breath, running after her.

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Golden Boy and I burst into the science lab, already finding Judith going through different drawers and cabinets in hopes of finding something to aide her in her crazy ass plan. My heart dropped to my feet at the sight of the syringe in her small hand. I walked up to her, an open heartbroken look in my eyes. I wrapped my arms around her, looking into those determined eyes.

“New Girl... Judith. Please, can you just reconsider this,” I pleaded. My voice cracked as I said her name. I never begged for anything in life. Yet here I was, begging this human girl not to throw her life away because I was unwilling to let her go.

“There’s gotta be another way to do this, please Judith, let’s think about this,” Golden Boy said. Judith shook her head out of sad fondness.

“There is no other way. The fact that neither of you stopped me from coming here means that you know that I’m right. This is the only chance we got...” She lifted the syringe and I glared at the sight of it.

“All I need is to take some of your blood and inject into my own veins. Simple, crude, but again, it’s the only chance we got.” Gabriel approached her, covering the medical tool as if he wanted hide it out of sight.

“I’ll sacrifice myself instead. Trick him into taking a bite outta of me-” Judith cupped my face in her free hand, extinguishing what little anger I had left. She looked into my eyes.

“No, Cas,” she whispered. “You know it wouldn’t work. We all know it.” I gripped her tighter, dropping my forehead against hers.

“Listen to me. These past couple of moths, I’ve felt more live than I ever felt before. I... I don’t want to cut it short, but if you get to keep living...” Her eyes became clouded with tears as she looked at me. With a shaky exhale, she pulled away but held my hand.

“New Girl,” I called out softly.

“I need to talk to you for a second,” she said, briefly glancing at Gabriel. Golden Boy got the hint, staying the lab while Judith and I headed out into the dim hallway. The girl turned to me with squared shoulders.

“Look, I don’t know where to start, but hear me out,” she quietly admitted, a shy look could be seen in her eyes. I silently nodded, forcing my heart to calm down as she held my hands.

“Before I go out and to face the Creator, I need you to know how much you mean to me... and how glad I am that I took the risk to get to you know you better.” I gave a teasing grin, tightening my fingers around hers.

“Yeah, I mean I understand your initial hesitation after I went all rabid-vampire on you in the woods that night.” Judith laughed.

“And let’s not forget the ensuing trial where you told the elders that they should just eat me and be done with it,” she teased back. The both of us shared a laugh as we remember our first interactions with each other. Who would’ve thought that this human girl would become such a large part of my life?

‘Where have you been all my life, baby girl?’

“Honestly, I’d go through that fear all over again if that’s what it took to have you in my life,” she confessed, stepping closer to me. I let in a sharp inhale.

“Judith...” She raised a single finger to my lips, signaling she was far from down.

“I want you to know that I’m happy that you decided to take a chance on me. You never made how you feel about humans a secret, often reminding me of my fragility. But you put those reservations aside... and because of that, look at where we are now.” I smirked a little.

“I did it ‘cause I saw something in you. You never backed down from me no matter how much I challenged you. No matter how I tried to scare you for my entertainment. No human so boldly looked me in my eyes and told me that they weren’t scared of a little danger.” Judith smiled at me as parroted the same words she told me the night of the party.

“And I saw something in you as well. Papa always told me to trust my instincts, telling me they would never lead me astray. I’m glad to had listened to his many teachings.” I watched mesmerized as she pulled me closer, leaving almost no space between us. She released my hands in favor of cupping my face. My hands made themselves at home on the curve of her hips.

“Every second with you has reawaken something in me. Something I haven’t felt since my father passed away. All the thrills you convinced me to experience with you, all the adventures we went on together... I’m grateful for it all. And I’ll never forget them for as long as I live.” She brought our foreheads together as she spoke again.

“Thank you, Cas, for being a part of my life.” I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but any words I was going to say died in my throat.

“I-I... No one’s ever...” I felt the same burning sensation earlier hit my eyes and tried to pull away from her to regain myself. But she held me in place.

“Cas,” she whispered softly, trying to look me in my eyes. I let out a shaky breath, looking into honey brown eyes with teary vision. I felt the first tear rolled down my cheek, and then the next. I swallowed, forcing my voice to work again.

“A-all of that... d-do you really mean it,” I asked. Judith’s eyes told me all I need to know, but she voiced it anyways.

“Of course, I did.” Unable to find a proper response, I gave her a nod, trying to blink away the tears that couldn’t stop falling down my face. I let out a bitter laugh.

“God, this is so embarrassing,” I groaned. I went to wipe my face, but small slender hands caught mine before I could. Judith’s gaze was soft and warm, unwavering and comforting. The corners of her lips quirked up a bit.

“I don’t think it is...” I stifled a gasp as she stood on her toes to delicately kiss away my tears. I tighten my hold on her, closing my eyes and basking at the rare affection. When she pulled back to meet my eyes, her smile widen a bit.

“I think it’s rather romantic,” she giggled. I let out a watery laugh.

“God, you’re so weird.” She gave a wink.

“Right back at you, Harlow.” Toned arms wrapped around my neck, pulling my closer to her face. I could see every fleck of color of her eyes, framed by what seems like dozens of short curly lashes.

“Cas... I love you.” I froze.

“You... what,” I gasped, not believing my ears. She laughed.

“I love you, Cassius Harlow, you edgy awkward jerk,” she giggled.

“I love you.” A kiss on my forehead.

“I love you.” A kiss on my cheek.

“I love you,” she whispered, pressing her lips against mine. I kissed her back, clinging onto her as if she was life itself. She moaned softly as I pushed her against wall, wrapping her legs around my waist.

‘She... she loves me... She actually loves me...’

She pulled away with a teasing grin.

“Need me to repeat it again?” I shook my head, slowly coming back to myself.

“No, I... I think I got it,” I mumbled, thanking every higher deity that it was dark enough so she couldn’t see my blush. I grabbed her wrists, lowering her hands down my neck to rest right above my heart. I looked into her eyes.

Those same eyes she inherited from her father.

And the same eyes that I fell in love with...

“And so we’re clear, Judith Gabriel, I lo-mhm?!” Just as I was about to confess my feelings for her, she silenced me with a rough kiss. Just as quickly as it started, it ended. Judith bit her lip, shaking her head at me.

“Not yet. Not right before I have to go out there. But... if there’s a chance later... I’ll want to hear whatever you were about to say.” I pursed my lips before nodding.

“There will be. I know there will.” Setting her down, we walked back to the science lab, hand in hand. I glanced at her, feeling my chest tighten with each step.

‘Please, to anyone who would bother listen to a broken boy’s plea... Protect her, bring this beautiful human back to me. I’m not ready to say goodbye. Not before I could see what this means. Not before I could tell her those three little words... not before I tell her that I love her.’

#immortal desires #id #cas harlow #cassius harlow #cas harlow x mc #choices #choices fanfic #vip #based on chapter 15 #feels #so many feels

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genshin-no-simp · 3 years

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Diluc x Reader

Pairing: Diluc x You/Reader (Female)

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You are the proud wife of Diluc Ragnvindr. Or you were, lately you've been feeling more like a disappointment to him. For the past two years you both have been trying for a child but due to your accident during your mid-teens the chances of you actually getting pregnant were extremely low. But Diluc never lost hope. If fact he was certain that you get pregnant and you both would have a family. But you on the other hand were losing hope. Everytime you went to the doctor it was always bad news. And today was one of those days. You sat at the table in the Dawn Winery crying into your hands. You dreaded to tell him. It would still be a while till he returned back so you decided to keep yourself busy and do some cleaning.

"Lady (Y/N) please, leave it to us." Adelinde the head housemaid panicked. If Diluc knew you were doing the cleaning he would be furious.

"Please Adelinde, I need to keep myself occupied, I'll stop closer to when Diluc is supposed to arrive home." You begged her, your eyes still red and puffy from your crying. She let out a little sigh.

"Alright. But take it easy okay?" You and Adelinde had become close friends ever since Diluc started courting you. It broke her heart knowing she couldn't do anything to help you.

The sun was going down and the moon was rising. You tidied up what you were doing and headed down the stairs of the winery just in time to see Diluc close the door behind. His eyes lit up seeing you. And you smiled already struggling to fight back the tears that threatened to spill.

"Welcome home." You greeted and hugged him.

"Go to be home." He embraced you whilst giving you a kiss on the head. He let go and looked down at you, expectantly.

Your breath caught in your throat and you simply shook your head. Diluc couldn't help but hide the disappointment in his face. You began to cry, it broke your heart seeing the disappointment, the sadness in his face. You knew all he wanted was a little one, and yet you struggled to provide him one. You knew he wasn't disappointed in you but it still hurt you like he did.

"I can't keep doing this Diluc." You cried cupping you face in your hands. Diluc pulled you in close.

"Please don't cry, it'll be fine." He tried his best to comfort you, "everything will work out." You only shook your head.

"No, no it won't, I can't give you the one thing you want. And it breaks me. I can't bare to watch the sadness in your eyes anymore." You finally let out your emotions.

"Babe." He tried to get you to look at him. But you refused to meet his eyes.

"(Y/N)." He said sternly which gave you no choice but to look up at him, "there's still an option." You sniffled tilting your head.

"Then let's adopt." He gave you a small. You bit your lip looking away, mumbling softly.

"But that's not what you want. It's not what I want."

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It has been one month since Diluc brought up the factor about adoption. You had thought about it a lot and were ready to talk to him more about it. You need to know if he was really okay with it, or well that was the plan, lately you haven't been feeling the greatest. You didn't want to adopt a child only to be incapable of looking after it. This particular morning had you feeling the worst, you sat up in bed holding your stomach. You couldn't tell if you needed to throw up or not. You don't know why but it made you want to cry, and your eyes began to tear up. Diluc who was still in bed next to you woke and saw your distressed face immediately got up beside you. He rubbed your lower back hoping it would ease you a bit.

"Are you alright?" His voice laced with concern. You shook your head.

"I-I uh," you felt it rising, you shook your head more to say 'I'm really not okay' and ran to the bathroom.

Worried Diluc followed after you. You began to throw up. Diluc knelt beside you holding your hair back with one hand and rubbing your back with the other. It felt very soothing despite currently wrenching your guts up. After a minute of puking you finally stopped. He picked you up bridal style and brought you back to the bed.

"I'm getting the doctor and I'm staying home today with you." He tucked you into bed kissing your forehead.

"It's fine, I'm fine. I probably just caught a flu or something, nothing major." You smiled trying to play it off but inside you felt like crap and Diluc could see it in your face.

"You aren't talking your way out of this one." His mind was made up and there would be no convincing him otherwise.

Diluc got dressed which you happily watched and enjoyed. He went downstairs and made arrangements for someone to fetch a doctor from Mondstadt and for the maids to prepare soup for you. He came back minutes later with a tray in hand. He placed it on the bedside table and brought a chair to sit beside you. You couldn't help but blush. It was unusual for Diluc to act like a housewife, it warmed your heart knowing you meant that much to him.

"Are you able to eat?" He asked feeling your forehead. No fever, that's good he thought.

"Actually yes, though I don't feel like soup." You felt bad cuz he went through the trouble of getting made.

"Oh, then what? I'll get whatever you want." It didn't bother him that you didn't want the soup.

"I want a sunsettia." You stated plainly. Diluc couldn't help but chuckle.

"Don't be so extravagant on me now." You couldn't help but laugh.

About an hour later the doctor from Mondstadt had arrived. Diluc had left to see about duties around the Winery. You had explained everything to the doctor and he rubbed his chin in thought.

"My dear, I believe your pregnant." The doctor smiled. You stared at him in disbelief. You weren't even sure if you heard him correctly.

"I'm sorry doctor. But could you repeat that?"

"I know the last time you came to see me, I said otherwise but sometimes it doesn't show straight away. But you are indeed pregnant." He said again.

"Thank you," you cried for the first time in a while with happy tears.

"Thank you, Barbatos. Thank you." You began thanking everything as you cradled your stomach. The doctor smiled and squeezed your shoulder.

"I'll be on my way then, congratulations." With that the doctor left. On his way out he pasted Diluc.

"Doctor how is everything? Is she okay?" Diluc pestered him for answers.

"Go find out for yourself." Was all he said and left back to Mondstadt.

Diluc turned inside to head to the room but you were already at the bottom of the stairs. Tears streaming down your face but with the brightest smile hes ever seen. He had a feeling he knew what you were going say. He came over to you placing his hands on your shoulders.

"You're going to be a father." Your words were so soft you were sure he didn't hear you.

But he did. Diluc dropped to his knees and hugged your waist. Tears of his own stained your nightgown.

"I'm so happy." His voice shook and he kissed your stomach. You smiled holding his head close.

"Me too..I'm so glad you never gave up." You really were, and you weren't sure if you would be able to ever truly express that. Diluc smiled and stood up, pulling you close to him.

"I love you." His smile widened and brought in for a passionate kiss. Your body and heart melted.

"I love you too." You spoke softly onto his lips.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #x reader

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fa1ryofshampoo · 3 years

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hii! i was wondering if you could do a smut request for heeseung please? where him and the reader are basically always getting cockblocked by the other members leaving both of y’all fed up(especially heeseung). until one day all the boys leave, so heeseung takes out his pent up anger? (i don’t know how describe it lol) on the reader. you can make it as detailed as you want!

thank you and have a great day! <3

hello! here it is! i enjoyed writing this aaA, i hope i did okay here huhu thank you for the request and stay safe! 💟

Thirsty

pairing: lee heeseung x reader

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Today, I have the whole afternoon to myself. Thanks to the strength and power I had I was able to finish the tasks up until noon time. I lie down my bed and scrolled through my phone when my boyfriend's name appeared on my screen, a call incoming.

"Heedeungie." He chuckled at my cute voice.

"Y/N, how are you? Are you busy?"

"I'm good, I'm not busy. I have finished my tasks so I have the rest of the day to spare." I responded.

"Would you like to come over here? I cooked something for the two of us since the boys are all out." I sensed some shyness in his voice on the last sentence. A smile formed on my lips because of my boyfriend's thoughtfulness.

"Okay! I'll text you once I'm near there." We both said our goodbyes and I went to change clothes. Since I'm on the mood to wear something fancier than just jeans and a shirt, I went for a casual dress and a denim jacket matched with my boots. I brushed my hair and gave my pout a touch of my favorite lip tint before I stepped out of my apartment. Dang, it's cold.

While sitting on the bus, I tought of the times me and Heeseung spent on their dorm. Most of the time, the two of us will watch movies or play board games that will eventually end up to us making out in their room. Heeseung, as my first boyfriend, is clingy. He will not hesitate to make the first move and make me feel things I haven't felt before and I love that. One day, when we thought about finally having sex after and when we first tried to do it, Jungwon suddenly knocked on the room saying that the foods they ordered were there already. I remember clearly how hard he was at that time, how I sat on his erection restricted by his boxers and how my school skirt was bunched up to my waist, ready for what was about to happen. But although Heeseung is clingy, he gets pretty flustered easily. That's why when we got interrupted, I know we won't be able to continue anymore. When I came there another time, Heeseung forgot to lock the door so Sunghoon suddenly barged in, thinking the two of us are just chillin' because he heard songs playing inside. But then again, we were almost discarding our clothes. And again, we're interrupted.

Just everytime, every single time we would want to have sex, something has to come up and take away the moment from the both of us. I noticed how Heeseung was flustered and shy the first time it happened and how he was disappointed the last time we got interrupted. I'm wondering if the same thing will happen today even if the boys are out.

I finally saw the familiar sight of their dorm so I went down the bus and texted Heeseung that I'm about to cross the road. Before I could even cross the road, Heeseung was already outside waiting for me. When I reached him he immediately embraced me. He smells so freakin' good, goodness gracious. He wore just plain white shirt and a black baggy sweatpants. His hair now black with an almost mullet making him even more attractive. Can he get even more attractive?

"Someone missed me so much, the stares are melting me." I lightly slapped his arm making him laugh.

When I entered the dorm, Heeseung closed the door and trapped me between his arms, devouring my mouth. I was a bit surprised but immediately responded to the kiss. His hands ran down my hands and I can feel him taking his time. We're not rushing things and we're letting our bodies move accordingly. To my dismay, my stomach grumbled in the middle of our make out sesh. Heeseung opened his eyes, chuckling after he realized my stomach complained. I looked at him apologetically and before I could say anything, Heeseung opened his mouth to speak. "It's okay, Y/N. I know I prepared food and before they get cold and you collapse from hunger let's eat now." No wonder I had a big time crush on him up until now.

After eating the foods he prepared, he took my hand and played some upbeat songs to dance jam with. We continued to dance and converse until we finally felt like sitting already. We sat on the couch and decided to drink some soju.

"Time flies so fast, it's already four in the afternoon. When will the boys come home?" I asked him while he poured me a drink.

"Jungwon, Sunoo and Ni-Ki will be home by nine I guess. They said they'll be having dinner outside. Sunghoon, Jake and Jay won't be home until tomorrow morning due to their personal errands." My mouth formed an 'o'. It's very rare that the boys go out and have time of their own.

"Thank you for spending your spare time with me. I really appreciate it." I raised my glass and took a shot of it. "Oh, shoot. That still hits!" My face grimaced with the taste of alcohol. Heeseung laughed at my expression. He know how low my alcohol tolerance is so he never lets me finish a bottle to myself. After a few more shots, I know that tipsy is enough so I stopped. Heeseung drank the remaining drink. Despite the cold weather, sweat formed on his temples. I took a good look at the sight in front of me. My boyfriend, gulping from the bottle, adam's apple shifting with every gulp, his shirt hanging low down to his chest, eyebrows furrowing from the aftertaste of the alcohol. Heavenly.

"You might drool, sweetheart." To my surprise, Heeseung was already mere centimeters away from my face. He played with the lace of the hem of my dress. "You dolled up for me today with this dress despite the fact we're staying at home and it's freezing cold outside." I can only look at him, too tempted of his actions. "I see you wore the lip tint I gave you. I was right when I thought it would suit you." His gaze went down to my lips. He held my hand and I squeezed it.

No words needed, he gave me wet kisses on my neck. "Do you know how much I waited to finally have time with you alone?" He managed to mumble while still kissing my jaw and everywhere else he could. I can feel he's getting impatient but he still made sure to savor every moment. I can only hum as a response. I turned his head to mine and kissed him. The taste and the flavor of the drink lingered everytime our tongues fought. "Your lips taste so good, Heeseung." He bit my bottom lip and held my hair to deepen the kiss. Fervor grew each and every minute, my denim jacket, his shirt and sweatpants now discarded while he held my thighs and I straddled him. He held onto my ass before standing up and giving it a sharp slap that made me yelp. I can feel the erection growing from his sweatpants. I rolled my hips to make my pooling core meet his member that made him groan. I noticed how his half-lidded eyes are now filled with so much lust.

"Heeseung, please just fuck me now." I continued to roll my hips in his. Growing impatient, he pinned me to the wall and bunched my dress up to my waist. He took his cock out and pushed my panties aside. He held my waist as I slowly sat down on his thick cock. When I was finally halfway, he thrusted up and picked up his pace immediately. His movements show how much he's thirsty to do this all along. Heeseung played and flicked my nipples with his tongue while kneading the other one. I didn't know how to react, all I know was the dorm was filled with our moaning noises. "You know how much I wanted to pound into you like this, hm? I know you wanted me to fuck you too huh don't you?" His brows furrowed while his eyes remained filled with lust. "Want me to fuck you real hard? Use your words baby."

"Yes, Heeseung please!" Tears started forming in my eyes from pleasure. "Yeah, I like that. Always say please, baby." I rolled my hips to meet his movements and moaned directly into his ear. I kissed the spot behind his ear making him moan. Heeseung opened their room and lay me down his bed without breaking our kiss and position. Once I was comfortably laying down, he took one of my legs up and placed it on his shoulders. I ran my hands on his well-built chest and his abs. I took time to admire my heavenly-looking boyfriend hungrily fucking me. "Fuck, Heeseung. You look so hot." I cannot contain it any longer. "You too, Y/N, you look hotter than hell." He pulled my dress up and throwing it somewhere in the room, leaving me with my underwear. He took away my bra and without a warning, he tore my panties not wanting to pull out from me. My mouth opened agape in surprise from him tearing my panty and his thrusts growing even faster, hitting a spot that made me emit a high-pitched moan. "Just like that, baby. Doing so good for me." He held onto my waist in the tightest way possible to hold me in place.

"So fucking tight." His growl made me unconsciously clench around him. He kneaded my breasts while the room was filled with the noise of our skin slapping, his growls and my moans. "Fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna cum." He continued to moan my name each time. I didn't know his thrusts could still grow faster and deeper, a knot forming in my stomach making me hold onto his bicep while moaning his name. He drew circles on my aching clit, enough to overstimulate me. It's so intense my legs were shaking and my toes curling. "Me too, Heeseung. I-I'm cumming." He kissed me and rode my high until his own high came, my name and curses leaving his mouth. He pulled out and came on my stomach.

After catching our breaths from the intensity, Heeseung got up to grab tissues and clean the mess. "Finally, no one interrupted us." I chuckled. "Yeah, finally. I was really looking forward to finally having you to myself, Y/N." He covered my body with blanket before lying down beside me. "It's cold, jagi. Please hug me~" This was his complete opposite minutes ago. I snuggled to his chest, bodies sweaty but none of us cared. He wrapped his arms around my body and hummed me a lull while caressing my hair. What an adorable yet thirsty baby, I thought.

#enhypen smut #enhypen #enhypen imagines #heeseung smut #lee heeseung #heeseung imagines #jungwon #sunghoon #jay #sunoo #shim jake #niki #heeseung x reader

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angelz-dust · 3 years

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Bro cowboy!jason with some smut would be beautiful 😭

yeehaw baby - minors avert y'all eyes 🤠

(as i was writing this i realized i was writing a female reader but if you'd like a male or gender neutral reader instead let me know and i'll come with up an whole new scenario!!)

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what's a sheriff without his hat? (jason todd x female reader)

warnings: nsfw 18+ (no condom, pulling out - wrap it up y'all). angst if you squint.

...

"sheriff!"

you kicked in the doors to the saloon, gathering the attention of some of the patrons nearby. the place smelled of smoke and sweat, which was why you tried your best to avoid the spot altogether. however, it was becoming increasingly difficult to do so with sheriff todd making it his new hangout spot. the bastard could've picked a place with a bit more circulation as far as you were concerned.

"sheriff!" you yelled again, holding your dress up as your steps increased in speed. you saw the man in his booth with deputy harper and the rest of their little posse. they felt more like thugs to you.

"he's asleep," the woman, artemis, said to you as she opened her bottle of booze on the side of the table, subsequently chipping off some of the wood. you weren't sure if it was due to the poor structural integrity or her strength. probably both.

"i don't give a damn if he's neck deep in his grave," you spat, walking up to him. his seat was leaned back, which mean he was definitely awake. no one could balance their own weight like that and be unconscious. his hat was covering his face, some smoke coming out of the sides. asleep my ass.

you ripped the hat off of his face, bellows of cigarette smoke barreling out. his eyes shot open, the white slightly red from how he was abusing them just now. how he was still breathing, you didn't know. maybe the rumors about him coming back to life and being immortal were true.

"can i help you?" he glared, making an attempt to snatch his hat back from you. you quickly pulled back, making his seat lunge forward and his chest hit the table. you heard the deputy snort at the scene. "as my companion just told you, i'm asleep."

your glared right back at him, holding his hat behind your back. "you promised to keep those hooligans away from my place of business, todd."

"did i?" he asked you, giving you a fake grin. "well, i'm sorry little lady. it musta slipped my mind."

"don't get smart with me!" you snapped at him, the entire saloon getting quiet now. everyone was suddenly very interested in your little spat. "you're supposed to be protecting us and all you do is sit on your ass. i'm surprised you ain't collecting dust already."

"someone should sew that damn mouth of yours shut. maybe then we'd get some peace and quiet around here," he said back, getting a few chuckles from his little fan club. "give me my hat back."

you stared at him as your frustrations bubbled inside of you. that's all he had to say? his lack of concern for your issue just let you know what kind of man you already knew he was. he wanted his hat back? fat chance. you silently grinned at him before turning around and starting to walk out of the saloon. screw him and his stupid hat.

"hey!" he shouted as you continued walking off. you could feel the vibrations of his movement in the floorboards. he was coming after you. "get back here!"

you sped up, running out of the saloon and back towards the bathhouse. maybe if you got him off his sorry ass he'd be more willing to hear you out. that is, if the theft of his precious little hat didn't irritate him too much. if you weren't so preoccupied with outrunning him, you'd love to see the look on his face. you made it up the few step to the front door, where he quickly caught up with you. you pressed your back against it, securing the hat in between.

the sheriff glowered down at you, his hand pressed against the doorframe above you. you stared into each other's eyes, the sounds of your panting breath sinking up with one another. as much as he agitated you to no end, he was a very handsome man. it was the only thing that had kept you from shooting him in that pretty face.

"you've had your fun," he told you with a low tone, holding his other hand out. "now give it back."

you were surprised he hadn't just tossed you around and took it for himself. back when jas- the sheriff... first came to town, he seemed like a respectable man. you didn't cross paths very often, but every encounter with him was pleasant and memorable. he was kind, sometimes even a little flirty with you. he was a little rough around the edges. all those cowboys seemed to share that trait. but it was worse when when he returned after disappearing for a long time. you barely recognized him. it seemed he had been hardened by... whatever it was he experienced while he was gone. you didn't ask, nor did you care. he and his gaggle of dirty thugs had taken control of the town and it's been this way ever since.

"you don't deserve it," you decided to say, relishing in the instant gratification that came from seeing his expression change so quickly. oh, he was angry and you loved it. "you're no sheriff. you're an outlaw. you don't care about anybody but yourself."

you felt the hot air blow out of his nose and you had to fight back the smirk that was playing at your lips. you looked down and saw his hand moving towards your waist. the hell was he trying to do? before you could move or protest, you had fallen backwards into the bathhouse, right onto the freshly cleaned floor. he looked down at you from where he stood with a smile, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. you scrambled away from him, his hat still firmly in your grip. you got yourself off the floor, ready for whatever he was going to try.

instead of making his way towards you like you assumed he would, he looked around the place, taking in his surroundings. he eventually started walking in your direction. it was menacing watching him slowly approach you with an expressionless face. he stopped at the counter, looking down at the little bell. pressing his finger on it, it rung. he waited a few seconds before ringing it a few more times, looking over at you expectantly. your gaze narrowed as you made your way behind the counter.

"yes?" you asked with gritted teeth.

"i'd like to have a bath, please."

"... i'm sorry, sir, but we've had to close early today on the account of having no sheriff to protect my girls from harassment," you explained with a sickly sweet smile. "if we had a sheriff, which we don't, then maybe my girls would feel comfortable continuing to work. but since we don't, there's nothing i can do to help you. sorry for the inconvenience."

you saw a flicker of what appeared to be remorse on his face. he looked down at the counter, his finger tracing the grooves. "you're here, aren't you?"

"you must be out of your natural mind."

"why? because i'm requesting that the bathhouse worker give me a bath?" he asked with a snarky tone.

"that you're requesting anything of me after disregarding my concerns earlier."

he pulled some money out of his pocket, slamming it on the counter. "let's discuss it over a bath."

...

this was the last thing you wanted to be doing. you stared at the back of his head as he laid in the tub of warm water. you grabbed the rag from the bucket of soapy water, ringing it out and bringing it to his chest. as much as you wanted to be rough with him, your desire to not touch him at all prompted you to just be gentle instead. you heard him let out a content sigh as you scrubbed him down.

"you wanted to talk to me, didn't you? so talk," he said, resting his chin in his hand while you worked.

"i already told you what the problem was," you reminded him, lightly pressing against his back to get him to sit up. you scrubbed his back, watching as the dirt and grime disappeared, revealing his actual skin color.

"don't present a problem without a solution. what do you want me to do?"

"kill them."

he let out a hearty laugh at your suggestion, laying back down once you finished with his back. your fingers went to his hair as you poured some water of it, massaging it into his scalp. you could've sworn you felt him leaning into your touch. "isn't killing your clientele bad for business?"

"their existence is bad for business," you told him matter of factly, leaning down to wash his stomach. "i want them gone."

"now darling," he chuckled softly, turning his head towards you. his scruff brushed against your skin, making you shiver. "you know i can't do that. try again."

you could feel your face heating up, so you pulled away, washing his arms now. you dragged the rag along his muscles, revealing all kinds of scars as you cleaned him. "give them a stern talking to."

"about what?"

"respecting my girls."

"or else what?"

"use your imagination."

he hummed with a nod as you finished up with his upper body. "i can do that."

you threw the wet rag at his face, making him flinch. he dragged down his face, plopping into the bath water. "i'm not washing you below the belt. you can see yourself out."

...

after dramatically stomping your way up to your bedroom, you changed out of your clothes and into your nightgown. being around the sheriff was exhausting and you weren't going to waste anymore time on him. your only hope was that he'd stay true to his word. as you were getting ready to retire for the night, you heard a knock at your door.

"i want my damn hat back, y/n. i'll kick the door down if i have to," you heard him say through the door. you went and grabbed it off of your dresser, putting it on your head and looking at yourself in the mirror.

"i think i'll keep it for myself, actually."

"you have five seconds to open this door."

out of frustration, he start twisting the knob. unbeknownst to him, it was never locked to begin with. he opened the door, surprise on his face as he let himself in. he looked over at you, the same expression on his face, but for a different reason now.

"take it off."

"i actually quite like it, so i don't think i will."

he must have been fed up with you at this point, because he started approaching you with purpose in his step. you stepped back some, slipping on the length of your gown and falling back on the bed. the hat had fallen off of your head, onto the floor. instead of going around to pick it up, he found himself on top of you. the two of you held eye contact, but it was different from earlier.

"why do you do these things to me?" he asked you softly. "i'm starting to think you're doing it on purpose."

"i don't like you."

"you used to like me."

that may have been true once upon a time, but it wasn't the case now. the person you used to like didn't exist anymore. he was replaced with a hollow shell of a man and you wanted nothing to do with him.

his thumb made its way to the corner of your mouth and your heart started racing. "i still like you," he said with a small frown, his fingers tracing your jaw and moving down your neck. "i think deep down you still like me."

"no," you responded without missing a beat. his hand was on your chest, feeling the shockwaves of your pulse underneath. "i don't."

"i think you do."

you wanted to badly to smack him in his face but his response was different than you expected. the snark and smugness you were expecting was replaced with a tenderness you were unfamiliar with. or, more accurately, had forgotten he was capable of conveying. he sounded honest. genuine. like he really believed what he was saying. or wanted to, at least.

that's what caused you to let your guard down and let him in. his nose rubbed against yours before he leaned down, giving you a kiss. his large hand cupped your cheek while his other one lifted you off of your back and into his lap. you parted from him and he looked at you with a little smile. "see?"

"that doesn't count," you objected, despite not moving out of your new position. you actually found yourself getting comfortable, placing your legs on both sides of his lap. you could feel his erection growing beneath you.

"sure it does," he insisted, grabbing his hat and putting it back on your head. he laid back on the bed, starting to slowly undo his belt. you didn't dare look down at what he was doing, too stubborn to give him the full satisfaction, but you didn't stop him either. you felt your own arousal becoming stronger. it was hard to ignore when you didn't have any underwear on to begin with.

you soon felt his tip rubbing against your slickness and you sucked in a gasp, getting his attention. he stopped moving, looking up at you for approval to continue. still feeling stubborn, you just looked away and felt him slip inside of you. his hands moved up your thighs and to your hips, repositioning the skirt of your gown. it allowed the two of you to reserve a bit of modesty in your compromising state.

the first movements were shallow and slow, as you were both trying to adjust. it didn't take long for you both to find a rhythm. soft pants and moans came from you as you rode him, his hips thrusting upwards so you weren't doing all the work. you had been resisting from touching him, but as he bounced you on his lap, his hand went to yours. his fingers grazed yours, sloppily laced together as he brought it towards his mouth. he planted a kiss on your palm, placing it on his heart.

shifting your weight, you pressed your hand firmly against his chest and he picked up the pace, his hips snapping up into you. your arm was starting to grow tired and he picked up on it. he sat up, pulling you into him. his face rested in the crook of your neck, his breath fanning against it while his hands slid up your back, one at the top of your spine and the other at your ribs. you continued rocking against him while his mouth made quick work of your neck, sucking at the junction between it and your shoulder.

your moans became embarrassingly loud. you were just glad no one else was around to hear them. jason kissed up the base of your neck until he met your lips, swallowing up all of your sounds. you felt his hat slipping off of your head and you both reached back to catch it, his hand on top of yours. the two of you smiled into the kiss as he readjusted it for you.

feeling your release coming up, you slipped your fingers down to your clit, teasing it to help push yourself over the edge. jason moaned against your lips as he pulled out of you, making a mess on your nightgown. you were too blinded by your own pleasure to yell at him as you continued rubbing yourself. you felt his fingers probing at your entrance, thrusting in and out until you came all over them.

"sorry about the stain," he breathed out, pulling the skirt up in an effort to keep it from touching you. his other hand worked to untie the bow in the back, making it easier for you to get it off. he grabbed his hat from off your head and used it to cover his face while you slipped out of the gown. you set it aside, pulling your blankets up to cover yourself. "are you decent?"

"yes," you answered as he lowered it, giving you a grin before putting it back on your head. your eyes peered upwards at the brim. "i thought you wanted it back."

"i'll come get it later. there are a few men i need to give a stern talking to first," he said, fixing his pants and getting up. "you'll be here when i get back, won't you?"

you raised your brow at him, chuckling. "it's not like i have somewhere else to be."

"i'll be back soon," he winked before walking over to the door. "oh, and darling?"

"...yes?"

"leave that on for me, alright?"

#jason todd x reader #askbox

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sery-chan-13 · 3 years

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Niragi, last boss, chishiya, and anyone else of your choice if you so please

With

Y/N

Breeding kink smut 🤭

So like.. I want your brain... to never stop coming up with ideas you adorable psycho♡

Side note, not sure what they wanted specifically, so it's headcanons with a drabble under them Specific warnings under each Character, but the warnings as a general are:

Breeding kink (duh), overstimulation, sub/dom dynamics, begging, jealousy

Oh, and an even smaller side note that I'm still working on my smut writing skills so it might not be the best, but like... I'm proud of myself for even attempting to write it-

Niragi

Warnings: jealous Niragi, dom Niragi, begging

He didn't know he had this kink

Honestly, he didn't

But he had also never been in a relationship like yours

He has the mushy thoughts if having a family with you

Hates it sometimes.

So, when he finds out you have it, he's more than happy to try it

"S-suguru," you moaned, trying to move your head to look back at him. This torturous pleasure had been going on since you had gotten back to your room. It wasn't your fault guys talked to you. No matter how hard you try to blow them off, they don't listen.

He glared down at you, making you avert your eyes. "No, I want you to fucking look at me. Only me, got it?" He growled, forcing your head back to look at him. You nodded with a whine, feeling his thrusts pick up speed. "Maybe if I fuck that into you, you'll always do it?" He said, gripping onto your hips. You moaned and whined, tilting your hips up. "But it hurts when we're l-liKE- fuck- like this," you explained through pants and curses. It was true, your neck would be killing you if he kept it up. He stopped his movement, flipping you over on your back. "Better?" He asked, before resuming his thrusts. You let out quiet moans and whines, making him pick up speed. "You're only allowed to look at me like that, got it? So goddamn pretty and fucked out beneath me. He can't fuck you, can he?" Niragi asked, his tone being sweet. You didn't understand how he could say such things and sound so sweet. "N-no, can't. He can't, only want you, please Niragi," you whimpered, reaching a hand down to touch your clit.

The sounds of skin on skin, and the lewd noises that came from both of you filled the room. "Fuck, Suguru, 'm close," you whined, pulling him closer. Your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him in. He knew what that meant. "What? You want me to fill you up?" He smirked down at you. You nodded frantically, pulling him closer. "Please please please cum inside me," you begged. "Maybe if I get you pregnant no fucking guys would talk to you. All mine. Would you like that?" he asked. You nodded again, his words exciting you.

"Can I cum? Please let me cum," you pleaded, pushing your hips into his. "Fuck, yeah, go ahead, cum and make a mess baby,'' he groaned. It felt like heaven to finally hit your release. You could feel something warm filling you up, but all you were focused on was the face of pleasure your lover wore. It made you feel so good. That you had made him feel as good as you did.

He laid down besides you, staying inside. You tried to pull away to go take a shower, but he pulled you back to him. "You're staying right there. I was fucking serious about that.''

Chishiya

Warnings: none? Other than the breeding kink? Fluffy in a way? over all the most vanilla out of all of these in my opinion

Doesn't really have the kink

But since you do, he humors you

He hates kids in all actuality

He finds it fun, I guess you could say

Knows you're on Birth control/had your tubes tied, something that gives him the safety that you won't actually get pregnant

Less mess? Maybe that's why he likes it

You let out a happy sigh as he finally started moving. The thing with Chishiya was that he always took his time, making sure you were ready, and making sure he got his fair share of teasing. Sex with Chishiya could either be rough and kinky, or soft and low key, to the point where you weren't sure you could say you and your boyfriend had fucked. Because that wasn't the right word for it sometimes.

You felt his lips softly press on your collarbone, soft butterfly kisses that littered your skin. "Mmm.. Shuntaro?" You questioned. "Yeah?" He answered. "Why'd you stop?" You asked with a giggle, turning your head to face the man behind you. You raised a hand to run through his hair, and you saw him smile. "Sorry... got lost in thought. I don't think that's fair to you, huh?" He said with a small laugh. You smiled, and rolled your hips back. You heard him hiss in pleasure, and moved your hips back onto him repeatedly. "Ok, I get it... fuck, you're so hot. But you're not dom today, k?" He said, grabbing your hips. He was being so soft and loving with you, it felt so nice. His thrust weren't rough, and you really couldn't call this anything. It just felt like heaven.

His hand reached around your body, down to your clit, rubbing lazy circles. "Y-youre just so giving today, feels so good," you moaned. "Glad it feels good. That's all I want you to feel," he muttered against your neck. The blanket that lay a top of you two was soon thrown on the floor, becoming more of a hassle than a comfort right now.

"S-shuntaro, fuck right there," you moaned. His thrusts had stayed at the same pace, driving you crazy. "You're close?" He asked you didn't need to look at him to know he had a smirk plastered on his face. You nodded, and felt him nuzzle his head into your neck. "You're close too right? C-can't hold back for too long," you said, small curses escaping your lips. "Mhm... you feel so good," he groaned, his hands gripping onto your hips.

"C-cum inside me please," you begged, grabbing a hold of one of his hands. The idea of it made him shudder in pleasure, and he picked up his pace slightly.

You moaned his name as your orgasm took over your body. He gripped your hips tightly, bitting down on your shoulder as he came. You felt so satisfied, loved, and... hungry?

" 'Shiya... Thank you," you muttered. Even if he wasn't sure why you liked it, he would always make sure you felt good. "Let me guess... you're hungry?" He asked, pulling out of you, and grabbing his clothes from the bed. You nodded with a smile. "How'd you know?" You questioned. "I know you better than anyone else. I... I love you (Y/N)."

Last Boss

Warnings: Switch! Last Boss and reader like continuous switching of who's dom and who's sub, begging

He found out he had it when he was with you

Just... the thought of people knowing you were his

That you let him do that to you

It made him very happy

Even if he wasn't feeling dominant that night, he still felt a surge of pride

It had started off as normal kisses and shows of affection.

But it could never stay at just that.

You moaned against his lips, pushing against his thrusts upwards. "S-samu... fuck," you whined, rolling your hips. Even if he wasn't dominant, you would still find someway in which you sounded like submissive one. But all it took was for you to get used to it, and you'd be back on track.

You started to bounce a top of him, his face of bliss making you want to please him even more. His hands reached up to play with your breasts, and you moaned going faster. He groaned, throwing his head back on the pillow. "(Y-y/N), feels so good, don't stop," he moaned, thrusting up into you as if to get the message across further. The message being 'feels too good, don't you dare stop when we both feel this good.'

And you wouldn't stop.

There was just something about the excitement of it. You knew for sure you'd never get bored, because it was always something new with him. Whether he had read it in a book, or saw something online once, he was willing to try anything once.

On one hand, that also very much scared you because you never knew what to expect. But that was also the fun of it. It was very conflicting. But you'd get over your initial fear quickly, knowing he was never one for pushing your limits.

It just felt right. Whatever you did with him, it felt right. Sex was no different.

You whined, feeling his fingers rub circles in your clit. "Does that feel good?" He asked, looking up at your expression. He knew it felt good, he just wanted to hear you say it. "Yes, it does... fuck so good," you gasped. Your pace had stayed even, honestly forgetting what you two were doing for a minute. Even though you hadn't stopped, your brain definitely had.

"(Y/N)- shit, close... can I-?," he groaned, pulling your hips down on him, cutting off his own sentence. You were aware of what that meant. Perfectly aware, actually. "Close? You want to cum inside?" You teased, taking on the dominant role now. He nodded, making you smirk. "Use your words Samura," you cooed. "Please let me cum inside please,"he begged, holding onto your hips. How could you resist such cute pleads?

You sighed happily as you got off of him, laying besides him. "You alright?" You asked him. "Yeah. Are you alright?" He questioned turning to face you. "I'm fan-fucking-tastic. You're always so good," you laughed. He watched in amusement, knowing you were tired. "Sleepy time?" You asked, curling up next to him. "Yeah, I guess... goodnight darling."

#alice in borderland #niragi #chishiya #last boss #×reader #smut #this person needs to never ever stop what they're doing #like... their username pops up and im already smiling

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ssickabit · 3 years

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[8.27 pm]

she was so needy and sensitive. when she was in the shower, she had been thinking about him, but she didn’t have the gut to touch herself. she didn’t know what he’d do to her when he found out she was behaving bad—it’s maybe the worst. but this didn’t mean her fingers didn’t tease her own nipple as the water rolling down her body.

Chan was home early today. he said he had his dinner with his band-mates, so she didn’t have to cook or prepare anything for him.

he was sitting on the couch with his phone his hand, scrolling through god-knows-what. she sighed as she trailed her sight over him—legs spreading good, head tilted to the side, exposing his vein neck. she approached him; she was wearing one of his shirt, and a low skirt that would expose her legs. no bra, but still with the panties on.

he didn’t pay any attention as she crawled onto him and straddling his lap. he smiled when she finally got on the top of him. he was in shock when she planted kiss onto his lips; no warning and so sudden. the way her lips is so warm and soft on his lips, making him wont let go of her taste. it was delicate, just them sucking on each other’s lips.

she began rocking herself against his thighs, soft moans between the kisses. “what’s gotten into you baby?” Chan asked when he finally pull out.

“nothing,” she put her hand on his neck. “m’miss you.”

the way she sensually kissing and rolling her hips, making his dick grow harder under his pants. shit, he thought to himself.

“want you inside of me,” she mumbled. lips were just inches from each other.

Chan smirked as his hand wandered under her skirt. “where sweetheart?” he asked, caressing her thigh, “inside that filthy little mouth, or that pretty little pussy of yours?”

“i-inside my pussy please,” she looked away. Chan lifted her chin with his index fingers.

“then what are you waiting for?”

she hates it when he’s playing with her like this—cheeky smile, so innocent yet so dirty. she squirmed as he rub her panties. “fuck babygirl you’re so wet..” he whispered right into her ear. “please just fuck me Chris,” she whined.

he chuckled. “so demanding.”

she got up and slid down her panties. he watched her, head tilted to the side, smirking. he noticed that she wore one of his shirt, so it’s a plus point. she helped him with his buttons; once it’s slid down, she began to positioned herself. she sank down slowly, a hiss passed her lips. it wasn’t hard since she was so wet, so he slipped easily into her.

“i’m kinda tired so i think i won’t do anything, how does it sound?” he asked.

“it’s okay, i’ll go by myself.”

“you sure?”

“uh-huh,” she nodded. she placed her hand on his shoulder to support her as she moved her hip. as she began to rock harder, Chan’s breathing became heavier, colliding with her whimper and moan. he adores how she can find the way to make him feel like this—feels like every inch of him was made for her and it fits perfectly. “f-fuck, daddy,” she let out a mewl then kissed him.

as Chan rested his forehead on her shoulder, he could smell her through his nose; he knows she used his favourite soap that smelled like cookies. it reminded him of her. both of his hand rested on the couch as she struggling on the top of him. he really want to place his hand on her ass, watching her bounce faster by the time pass by, but he didn’t do it.

her hand was on the nape of his neck, playing with the hair. Chan sometimes bit his lower lip as he tried so hard to not make a sound. her pace now messy, and she stopped seconds after.

she felt her legs are burning and as she was trying so hard to not stop she failed. Chan furrowed his eyebrows as she stopped. “hey? what’s wrong?”

“c-can we switch our positions?” she asked.

“what do you mean by switching positions?”

“i-i need you on the top of me, please? i don’t think i can continue.”

a smirk formed on Chan’s lip. “if you’re tired then it’s on you, love,” he answered. as much he wanted to cum, he never forget to tease her a bit.

“but i was so close d-daddy, please, yeah? i’ve been good for you, i didn’t touch myself when i think of you—“

“stop whining,” he grabbed her jaw. she looked over face who’s serious right now; jaw clenched and eyes dark with lust. “get off me, and position yourself on your back.”

his expression and his tone was scary, so she immediately do whatever he said right away. he got up, then pulled down his boxer that was halfway on his legs after he slid down his jeans. as she lying on her back now, she watched him undressed himself—how those muscles would flex when he takes his shirt off, how his toned looked gorgeous, how his exposed neck makes her wanna nibble on it, and how his hair is messy from the previous session of sex—

she gulped. her pussy is indeed needing his cock.

he turned his body and slowly made his way to her.

she knows she’s the luckiest to have such a talented, kind and yet so beautiful like him.

his sculpted body was hovering her—his lips suddenly attacked her, begging her mouth to welcome his tongue. one of his hand made its way under the shirt, squeezing her breast.

“i love you,” she said when they both pulled out for oxygen.

his heart melted to the way she said those words. he couldn’t help but smile. “i love you too baby,” he nuzzled his nose over hers, “now, should i punish you or give you a reward?”

“please just fuck me good.”

Chan spread her legs so he can see the hole that he filled lately; wide open and wet. he pumped his length few times, before lined himself into her. finally, she can feel him again inside her. he sighed as his cock disappeared into her completely. he waited for some time as she adjusted the feelings, but yeah, her walls clenched against him perfectly.

he hold onto her skirt, so he can pull herself whenever he bottomed—this position was heaven.

she was trying to touch his thighs, but he prevented her from it. he pinned her hands on the top of her head, as he said, “nah baby, no touching today.”

but as much he loves her destroying his back and arms with her nails, he’d love to challenge themselves a bit.

“ah fuck,” he moaned because of the overwhelming feelings.

“daddy?” she called him in the middle of the braindead that was caused by his cock pounding into her with no mercy.

he lifted both of his eyebrows, trying to make it cool, “hm?”

“please kiss me.”

he let go of his fist, then leaned over just to kiss her. after a quick kiss, he went back to his first position as his pace went faster and deeper. she bit her own wrist, trying to so hard for not screaming. Chan drew circles on her sensitive clit, making her weaker. he just focusing himself for making her feel good.

he went closer to her, as he rested his forehead on hers. slowly but painfully, she opened her eyes, looking at him.; but he didn’t open his eyes—screw shut, eyebrows almost knitted, mouth wide open as he thrust his hip. his hair was damp because of sweat.

the familiar feeling grew on her stomach. “c-can i touch you?” she asked.

“uh huh,” he nodded. he finally gave in. she clung her arms on him, nails scratching his back. without warning, the waves of pleasure hit her hard in her place. she bit onto his arms to prevent her from screaming too loud.

the way her walls clenched uncontrollably throwing him over the edge. he didn’t care if his lower lip bleeding as the result of him biting it too hard. a groan stuck in his throat as he coated her walls with his cum. his arms was shaking, but he managed himself to stay steady.

the heavy pants of them were the only thing that audible in the room. they locked their eyes together. slowly, he kissed her again; gentle but passionate. her fingers now in his hair. they can feel how they were throbbing for each other. he rested his head on the crook of her neck now, tilting his head so he can see her from his side.

“your heart is beating so fast,” she said.

“what do you expect when i’m with the love of my life, fucking hard for almost hours?” he asked.

she giggled. she traced her hand on his skin softly, adoring it.

“were you really tired?” she whispered and he nodded. “yeah. that’s why i’m home early.”

“i’m sorry.”

“satisfied enough, now?”

she pouted. Chan remembered one thing, then rushing to ask her about it. “are you on birth control?”

“yeah, we ran out of condom packs.”

“shit,” he mumbled. “didn’t know we would fuck like this.”

she chuckled as she kissed his nose. her hand stroked his hair softly. “i’m naked, that’s not fair.”

“you have seen me naked before Chris.”

“hm,” he weakly let out. “love you.”

#stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids smut #bangchan smut #bang chan smut #bangchan scenarios #bangchan hard hours #skz smut #skz hard hours #stray kids hard hours #bang chan

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trumpkinhotboy · 3 years

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All in good time

Pairing: Jacob Black x f!reader

Type: Not requested

Genre: Kinda fluffy i'd say

Warnings: None!

Rating: g

Requests: Open (for Narnia and Twilight, maybe?😳)

A/n: Alright, alright, I know I said this blog was going to be centralized on Narnia stuff, but lately I've really gotten back in my Twilight phase🥴 Plus, I had a really shitty week and needed a pick me up. Jacob is one of my biggest comfort characters so I felt it was only suiting. I hope you'll enjoy it😬 I suggest reading this while listening to any kind of Twilight ambiance playlist.☺Also, I know my title sucks HAHA. Couldn't think of anything better so yea, I'm sorry, but this is what you get

Update: changed my title huhu!

* gif is not mine!!

There were days that just deeply and inherently... sucked. Days where everything seemed out of rhythm, where no matter how hard you tried, it all seemed wrong; it all fell apart.

Today was one of those days. When your dad jokingly said: "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." you did not think it the tiniest of bit funny. When you opened one of the kitchen cabinets to get your favorite brand of cereals and found an empty box, you almost threw a full-on seven-year-old crying on the floor tantrum. Especially when you saw the half-emptied bowl sitting in the sink. Too bad, no breakfast for you this morning. Ridiculous, immature, and not changing anything? Yes, of course, but you still did it out of pure spite. As if that would punish anyone else than you.

Like any other day in Forks, it was raining, nothing awful here, if it was not for the fact that the window on the driver’s side hadn’t been properly closed. Your seat was by now totally drenched. With your pants completely soaked you rode to school, your knuckles turning white from angrily gripping the wheel. Once you arrived, it seemed that everyone was annoyingly happy and enthusiastic while you just couldn’t get out of your personal, unchangeable, black cloud. Not to help, your friends only kept making fun of your moody behavior. Could you not be taken seriously on one of your worst days?

In your least favorite class, you were horrified to see written in big letters on the board:

“20% exam!! Leave your personal effects in front of the class.”

You would have run away if it wasn’t for the flow of students coming in to push you further in the classroom. Convinced the exam was for the next week, you did not even open the pages of your manual concerning the subject. It is with panic and exasperation that you sat at your desk waiting for your doom. Did you need to add that along with all that bull crap of a day, the only person who could have made your day a little less annoying was, once again missing. No calls, no texts, no news, nothing. Probably on another mission with the rest of his mutant gang. You got to the Rez after school, hoping you would see him, but were only welcomed by Leah and Seth. It almost felt like they were waiting for you as they were sitting outside of Billy’s house. Why they were the only ones left here was a mystery for you. The pack usually always stayed together.

- “Where are the others?”

- “On some kind of mission around the lands.”

- “Is everything alright?” They nodded nonchalantly. “Then why are you two here?”

The answer Seth gave you while chewing loudly on yet, another snack, made you grith your teeth so hard he thought they were going to fall out of your mouth.

- “To protect you.”

- “I thought it was nothing, so why would I need protection?”.

- “You should talk about it with Black. He’s the one who ordered us to stay to watch over you or something.”

- “I am PERFECTLY capable of WATCHING OVER MYSELF.” you answered a little louder than expected, anger rumbling in your chest. That earned you some awkward looks from your two friends, but at this point, it didn’t even matter, you were seeing red.

Leah, never intimated by you, shrugged her shoulders. Seth looking a little bit more nervous still laughed at your display of anger. Jacob was the one assigning babysitters over you? Of course, you and he would have a little discussion, that mutt would not see it coming.

When you got back home, you called your father to warn him; there was no way you would be cooking dinner. With your luck, it wouldn’t be a surprise if you burnt the whole house down. Fortunately, he was in good mood (unfair) and answered there was no problem; he would get pizza. He got home with the box in hand and a “Hey sweet...heart”. One quick look at your rough appearance and frustrated expression and his mouth closed shut. He dropped politely, almost carefully, a plate with a slice of pizza before quickly leaving for the couch. You mostly played with the food, incapable of swallowing it down, looking at the forest many times, waiting, expecting to see a tall figure appear on its verge but nothing. Time passed, still no sign of life. There was no way that by now Leah or Seth didn’t give him your message. You had time to wash the dishes, do some homework, and get in your sweats. At 7:30 pm you gave up; he wasn’t coming. Your father was still watching TV, completely oblivious to your growing anger. You picked up his plate to put it in the sink but tripped and dropped it, the delicate plate exploded into a thousand pieces.

- “Y/n? Everything okay?”

- “Y..ea.. an accident. I’ll pick it up.”

There was a slight tremolo in your voice. That was it. Your day had been terrible with no sign of sun, and this broken plate would be your breaking point as ridiculous as it sounded. You leaned on the counter, head hanging low, feeling tears of frustration swelling up in your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you looked up; in a second you were out the back door.

- “Where you going?” you heard your father ask.

- “Getting the trash out.”

The figure backed in the woods as you rushed into them without hesitation. You smacked against something big and warm, warmer than it was normal to be, yet you had become quite accustomed to it.

- “You little piece of shit.” your index finger digging in his chest. “You weren’t even here today, and it was terrible, and you can’t do this. I do not need any PROTECTION. Oh my god, do you really think I am weak and helpless without you or Leah or Seth or ANY werewolf to protect me?!”

He didn’t interrupt your monologue, only looking at you spitting your anger out.

- “You are SO annoying. Honestly who- who do you think you- are?! I’m- I am not, I can DEFINITELY, I don’t ne-eed any-one.” Your speech was becoming less and less coherent, your emotions taking control of your mind.

Without waiting any longer for you to finish your incoherent thought, he pulled you in for one of his signature bear hugs.

- “You can’t do this to me I’m an-ang-angry...”.

- “Shhh, it’s okay.”

- “You-you weren’t there.” you gave up fighting him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

- “I’m sorry, Leah told me.”

- “Wh- why didn’t you come sooner?” you continued, sobbing.

- “Some wolf things, Paul got in trouble.“ you backed off, immediately lifting your head at the mention of one of your friends in trouble.

- “Is he okay?”

- “Of course, he is, but Sam was very upset this time.” he stroked the side of your face with a small smile. “Enough with the boys, tell me what's wrong.”

- “Everything. I left my car window opened my seat was drenched. At school, everyone was disgustingly happy and in a good mood. I did not know I had an exam, I didn’t even study the subject. And this morning, my dad half ate the rest of my favorites cereals, and then I didn’t eat anything else as a silent protest, I know that’s stupid, but”

- “You didn’t eat anything else?”

- “Yeah, but I…” you lifted your gaze to meet his disapproving one. “I mean, I must have eaten a snack at lunch today…”

- “Must have?” he looked angrier.

- “Y/n??? Where are you??”

The calling of your father interrupted your conversation; he looked in its direction.

- “You should go back inside before your dad comes out.”

- “What? No, please. Can’t you kidnap me for tonight?” he chuckled lightly.

- “Trust me, go back in, okay?”

You looked at him unsure, even though you knew he was worthy of your trust. You finally nodded before running back inside.

- “What took you so long?”

- “Oh, uh, I thought I saw something and got a little carried away.”

- “Mokay, I don’t like you being so close to the woods. We’ve still had a few complaints about some trekkers finding traces of big animals in the woods. I’d prefer you be careful, alright?” You held up a smile, thinking about your friend just outside.

- “Sure.”

You stayed in the middle of the living room, expecting, waiting to see Jacob’s next move. You expected something quick, but when ten minutes later, there were still no signs of him, you felt frustration rising again. Not sure what to do now, you sat next to your father, half paying attention to what was happening on the screen. If he just left you, he was going to pay for it. You needed him, and just like that, he was gone? Probably, got called away by Sam again. Maybe it wasn’t in his control? But if it was…

Knock. Knock.

You looked up, surprised. The door opened with a creaking sound.

- “Oh, Jacob. Hi, what are you doing here?”

- “Hi Charlie, I heard Y/n had a pretty bad day. Came to kidnap her, if that's okay?”

- “Bad day? That’s an understatement. I swear, at one point, I thought she was going to scream at me. I ate her last bowl of cereal this morning; the thing was disgusting, I only ate half of it. I don’t think that helped.” You heard your friend’s low chuckle. Your dad seemed to feel pretty guilty about his crime, which did make you feel a tad bit better. “But yeah sure. Y/n! You have a visitor.”

You walked to them, Jacob awkwardly fitting in your small house; he seemed so disproportionate with his imposing size. For once, he was wearing actual clothes, a shirt and a pair of jeans, a sign he wasn’t planning on having to transform tonight. A sign that he was planning on being entirely dedicated to you.

- “Ready to go? I’m kidnaping you.” He said that last part with a smirk, a hint to your previous request.

- “Sure.” You grabbed your coat, said goodbye to your dad, and left without waiting any longer.

First, he took you away to get some food in you. It wasn’t until your teeth were digging inside a delicious burger that you realized just how hungry you were. Jacob being the glutton that he is, ordered two cheeseburgers along with a pack of large fries. You went for a milkshake, the perfect dessert for a night like this, and took your victuals to the La Push beach. It was empty and peaceful; the sun was slowly going down, the wind just a whisper in the night. It wasn’t even that cold, but the excuse to snuggle into Jake’s wolfish warmth was too good to pass.

- “Feeling better?” he asked while wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

- “Yes. Thanks, Jake.”

- “Kidnapping mission was a success?”

- “Yes, it was.” You answered with a smile.

- “Alright.” He muttered under his breath, looking in the distance.

You stayed for a while in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the other’s presence.

- “So, what were you saying about me not being there today, like that made your day worst?”

His question took you by surprise. A look at his cocky expression was all it took you to punch him in the ribs as hard as you could.

- “You wish idiot.”

He laughed at your attack, he probably didn't even feel a thing but leveled his face with yours in all seriousness.

- “You can avoid this conversation for now since you had a shit day and all, but keep in mind, it’s not over.”

- “And you keep in mind that our discussion about you ordering werewolves to stay behind to protect me, is not over. You won’t get away easily with that one Black.”

He laughed again, visibly amused with your threat. You laughed too but were slightly less amused. These two conversations were important ones, although one you apprehended way more. You looked at Jacob's happy expression and felt a fuzzy feeling warming your body. No, right now was not the time for such serious topics.

All in good time, right?

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Tagging my two gals because they know how nervous I was😭...@imjustdreamingig @gonzalezyon I did it gals🥺 I hope you'll like it, thank you so much for your support💕💕

#ilya writes ❤#jacob black #jacob black x f!reader #jacob black x reader #jacob black fic #twilight #taylor lautner #twilight saga #wolves #werewolves

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princessmariaphiliper · 3 years

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THE SLEEPOVER FIC | Part 9 The Fluff

Summary: You and James have put yourselves into trouble, but you think maybe it’s hotter that way.

Notes: James Acaster,

Pairing: James Acaster x Reader

Genre: Fluff, , Slow Burn fic

Words: 1,472

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

In the evening there came a knock at your door. Four gentle raps and you recognised the tune. Ed. He stepped inside your apartment, and you graced him with confusion.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, am I okay to come in?”

The two of you stood in your hallway, plagued in an awkward silence. The corner of his mouth flicking up in amusement. You felt nervous, as though he somehow miraculously knew about the things you’d done the night before with James.

James was (you presumed) back at his own place after having gone to work with Ed. He’d agreed with you when you opened the suggestion of keeping things on the low in relation to Ed knowing about your casual dating. Still somewhere you didn’t know entirely if you could trust James yet. And so Ed being here moved you into a panic.

“Are you okay?” Ed said inquisitively as he walked into your living room, brows furrowed, fronting his entertainment by your nervous disposition.

“Yeah yeah. I just wasn't expecting you at all.”

“Oh sorry are you expecting someone?”

“No its fine, place is just a bit of a mess that's all”

You looked around your apartment. Having just returned home there still sat yours and James’s glasses from the night before, as well as your discarded underwear beside the sofa. You hurried over to them, while Ed lingered beside the television.

“Wild Sunday night?” He teased.

You blushed, nodding. Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, although stopping as soon as you began from the jolt of pain it caused you. Their sensitivity and tiredness still lingered from James’s rough treatment.

He’d walked you all the way to your studio building this morning. Even offering to bring you some lunch later on as you hadn’t had a chance to prepare anything last night. You declined thankfully, saying you didn’t mind the opportunity to visit a cafe close to work as Olive kept raving about their lunchtime menu. He left you with a polite smile, by asking when he could see you again.

“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone y/n”

“Um yeah. Just sort of happened”

“Ah. I see” Ed moved closer to the now tidied up couch area, gesturing with his hands. “Is there anywhere I shouldn't sit?”

Images of you and James presenting themselves in the forefront of your mind unclothed and in bliss covering the sofa. You paused for a moment to consider where the purest area was. Your stomach doing flips upon realisation that on every cushion you had (unforgettably) fucked his best mate. Pointing to the left you figured was safest. Cunnilingus didn’t seem too bad compared to cowgirl.

“There.” you suggested and Ed sat down.

“Oh I invited James by the way. He’s not got much on since Sarah’s out of town so I figured we could keep him company. Hope that's alright.”

Your bloodflow stopped, unsure of whether or not you could handle the pressure of being around the two of them together. Another knock came at the door, James entering in a panic.

“Y/n I’m sorry I-” He spoke hurriedly before cutting himself off upon noticing Ed already plopped on the couch. His eyes went a little wide before he composed himself. You could see him picturing the two of you in his own mind for a hot minute.

You stood dumbly with your underwear and wine glasses in hand. “Come on in James, don’t be shy.”

“Sorry I” He came up with an excuse for his hurried entrance. “I thought I was late?”

He of course didn’t think he was late. The underlying truth in actuality was that he’d ran to your apartment in an attempt to arrive before Ed and explain away the coincidence.

“No you’re alright, I just got here mate.”

“Ah, right then.”

A numb silence ensued and you took the opportunity to regain some dignity and toss your pants into your bedroom. James watched you nervously, he was still dressed in the cl0othes you’d given him this morning. It was starting to feel as though he lived there.

“Shall I order takeaway?” Ed opened into the flat. And as James made his way over to the sofa he gave him a polite nod - stating “I wouldn’t sit there if I were you.”

However - James ignored his remark sitting comfortably, one arm on the rest. Ed pulled his phone out as you disposed of the glasses in your kitchen sink.

“Sorry Y/n, you’re not busy are you I should have called ahead mate.”

“No no, I’m free its okay!” You insisted, trying to haul yourself through the awkward air.

James was staring at you. His quietness giving you a hint of anxiety. He looked devilish sitting in that spot so comfortably, as though he was non the wiser to the things that’d happened on it last night. Catching you meet his eye he flashed you a knowing smile as you took a seat across the coffee table. He seemed to be enjoying this, as though it was a game only the two of you knew about.

“Nice to see you again Y/n,” The smug bastard nodded at you. You knew he was doing this to slip you up.

“You too,” Two could play at that game. “How’ve you been?”

“Oh just living life.”

“Do anything special at the weekend?”

His cockiness sank from his facial expression. The corner of your mouth twitching with amusement as he scrambled for words. Ed chipped in when he didn’t respond right away. “James?”

“Er yeah. Just trying to think.”

“Don’t strain yourself Jesus.”

“Haha. No, just the usual.”

“Right,” Ed questioned, “Should we get a takeaway? My treat?”

Your mouth watered at the thought. You couldn’t care less if it was a Monday, you’d had a stressful week already.

“God yes.” You moaned, causing James to look at the floor. Crossing one leg over the other. “Wagamama?”

“I’m not bothered either way.”

“I’m fine with Wagas”

Time passed of you ordering food and casual chats between the three of you. You and James occasionally chatting to each other for too long before catching yourself out. Ed didn’t seem to mind all that much as he kept checking how close your order was to arrival the moment that you’d placed it.

It was about 45 mins later when Ed received a phone call from the rider, being unable to locate your flat he was making his way out to door to find him. You and James finally alone in the kitchen, preparing bowls for the three of you.

“Y/n,” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist, “I swear Ed suggested this I would never just invite myself back I was trying to get here before him, but my phone was dead. God I’m sorry.”

You turned to him, holding back a smile from how flustered he was.

“Its alright, Ed already said he’d invited you before you arrived. Plus,” You started, “I guess I like spending time with you.”

“You guess?”

“Hmm,”

“That’s not what you said last night.” He responded sarcastically, encouraging you to playfully tap his chest.

“Shut up,” You laughed, a gentle smile forming on your mouth. You were beginning to get more comfortable in the solitude of his company. Something you hadn’t felt yourself doing in years. It felt easy now the air had been cleared between the two of you. You just wanted Sarah to come back so he could finish things properly, then you wouldn’t have to worry about Ed. “How was your day?”

“I’ve not sopped thinking about you.”

“Quite the romancer aren’t you?”

“What can I say. Born this way, Lady Gaga behbeh.”

You looked into his playful eyes. A warmness overcoming you, you thought maybe you might allow yourself to fall in love this time. You deserved it after so long. You arched your heels away from the floor, leaning up to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. You could not resist it. A shy smile grew on his face, and you swore you could see a faint tinge of pink forming on his ears.

The two of you heard the door open, quickly pulling away from one another in an unnatural manner. Hurriedly making yourself busy with cutlery and bowls.

“Found the feast!” Ed’s voice called out from the corridor, as James lent over to whisper in you ear.

“I like you” with a stupid, cavity inducing grin.

“I like you too James”

HI HI! Long time no see lads. Bit of a shorter chapter today as I’ve been in a little bit of a writing slump with this fic. Trying to plan the direction I want to take it in, Hopefully now I’ll be a bit more on track with updates as I’m aiming for for quality over quantity moving forwards. Thank you for your patience, support and love! - Lu xoxo

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jjksblackgf · 3 years

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shh!

pairing — kim taehyung x female reader genre — smut word count — 1.4k summary — “Would this time be the time where a photographer was following us, ready to destroy our future?” warning — explicit sexual content, public sex, exhibitionism, female masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus

a/n — To create a good image in my head of this story, I watched several Singularity and Blood, Sweat and Tears fancams. This information doesn’t add to the story but I needed you to know ksjsksks, enjoy <3

Dating Taehyung is an extreme sport, your heart races multiple times a day. First, his deep, low, and rich voice right to your ear and he wakes up; second, as you open your eyes to look at him, his beauty slaps you right in the face; and third, he always knows what’s going to leave you hot and bothered.

One of the ways he loved to do it was through sex, trying different positions, sex toys, experimenting with most fantasies and kinks. He once roleplayed with you, satisfying this one desire of yours, and you would pay him back with one fantasy he never tried before: public sex. You had agreed with it and he was just waiting for the right moment to use his card.

“What if I take you right there in the bathroom?” he whispered in your ear, at BigHit’s Christmas party

“Are you crazy?” You managed to say to him, low enough so people wouldn’t notice “We can’t do that here, and you know it”

“Ok, I won’t do anything today, but just know that one day I will take you on a public place. Practice not to scream my name so loud, I won’t let you know when it’s coming.”

The months went by and you forgot all about your debt, but that thought never left Taehyung’s mind. Every time that you would walk by the beach, or go on a hiking, or even private events, he would watch you close, studying your face to see if that moment would be the moment. He loved the chance of people seeing him doing the most with you.

So now, you both were in a park, far outside the city and a little deserted, but not completely. You were laying on the grass, only protected by the picnic blanket you had brought, eyes closed, letting the sun hit your face, and playing with Taehyung’s hair as he laid down on your lap.

You lifted one leg, and as Tae looked to his side, the picnic basket was covering the space between your folded leg. Jackpot. You felt his grin at the same time as you heard his chuckle. You looked at him, trying to guess his expression through his sunglasses but he only wiggled his eyebrows, making you wonder the sudden spike in happiness.

“It’s payback time” He said, and you didn’t connect the dots until he licked his fingertips and slid aside your loose romper and panties, leaving you exposed.

You were now sitting almost straight, your palms touching the ground, you wanted to look natural to the people who were walking at a distance.

“Are you seriously-” you cut your sentence short as soon as his fingers touched your clit, getting immersed in pleasure

“Tell me to stop and I will” He said trying to look at you through the open space between his face and his glasses. He stopped his movements but he let his fingers still on your clit, anchoring himself in his elbow. You imitated his action and let your head fall back, letting the sun hit it again.

Tae went back to moving his fingers on you, using his new anchor to hold your clothes in place with one hand and work his fingers with the other, just stopping for a brief second so he could lubricate his fingers again, this time using your juices.

“This is crazy” you said to him as you laid back completely again, your hand going to the nape of his head, pulling his hair slightly.

“Pay attention and tell me if people are coming” he demanded and you complied. You double-tapped his shoulders to make him stop as you saw two men walking a little too slow, and he stopped his movements to look at where your head was pointed at.

He slid your clothes back, and he decided to lay on his belly at a perpendicular angle, holding himself up by his elbows again with his head up, not to draw suspicion. The two men stretched for a few seconds and started to jog in the opposite direction, making you both sigh in relief.

“Could you imagine if they were paparazzi?” He laughed it off, but he got into your head, and now you were very alert, various thoughts going through your mind.

You were always able to escape the paparazzi, being very rigid in keeping your relationship a secret, the only people at the company that knew about your relationship were the boys, his manager, and high executives.

So far, the greedy sites had nothing on you. They never tried to sell pictures of you around, not even had baseless rumors or even based ones. But what if they were waiting for the right time to snap a picture? Would this time be the time where a photographer was following us, ready to destroy your future?

You didn’t notice that Taehyung was right by your side, analyzing your face. You only did when his damp fingers touched your jawline. “Tell me what you’re thinking” he had his sunglasses up on his hair, not caring if he would be recognized. “Are you scared?” he asked, and you could only nod your head.

“It’s okay, darling, we can scratch this idea out of the list” he smiled and pecked your lips.

“I love how attentive you are” your hands went to his neck and he grinned widely “And that’s turning the hell out of me” You were glad that you could see his eyes widen as he heard this.

“It’s okay, honey, really, I can-”

“Get down there before I take care of it myself” You cut him off, and you placed his glasses back as he bit his lips to stop smiling.

He went back to his position, placing one arm over your belly, laying his head on top of it. To your regular watcher, it just looked like a man napping in his girlfriend’s lap, but that was far from the truth, judging by the speed his fingers were working on your clit the way he knew you liked.

You pulled his hair for him to go faster, as it was your designated code. He inserted his fingers in a back and forth motion, this being an obvious declaration of what was happening, you moaned a little and placed a hand in your mouth to control yourself.

You had to double-tap his shoulder again, as a small family passed through you. You both decided that they didn’t see anything, the couple wished a good afternoon and the two little kids were playing tag around a few trees. They were seated on a bench to watch their kids and you were facing their back.

“This is going to be hard” you said

“But not impossible” Taehyung’s confidence allowed you to feel at ease.

He inserted his fingers and went back to his back and forth movements, you decided to concentrate on not moaning. You wished you’d practiced as Taehyung had recommended.

His fingers were now curling inside you, and he picked up the challenge of placing his lips around your clit. Your horny instincts were about to fail you, so you went ahead and covered your mouth to whisper a “Fuck!” not knowing if Tae had listened to it

But he did, and the side to side motions of his tongue gained new pressure and speed, earning a hard hair pull to the nape of his head. You gripped on his soft hair and moved your hips up and down to accelerate the process. He helped you with it and just let his soft tongue out of his mouth, concentrating on the curling of his fingers.

You felt the build up on your stomach and you tried to grind harder against Taehyung’s tongue. Your feet were stretching, being on an almost perfect on pointe, your legs were about to give in and your toes were curling and your heart rate was fastening. With a final suck of his lips, your body finally gave him into relaxation.

But you had accidentally moan loud, making the couple turn their heads to look at the scream direction. In an effort to look normal, Taehyung had seated straight and looked a the opposite direction, trying his best not to laugh, and you stretched your whole body to make it seem that you were just sore.

You were, but they didn’t know the details.

They looked back, ignoring both of you and you heard Tae’s snort as he looked at you again. “We are so doing this again” he went in for a kiss and you could taste your cum still on his lips.

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aineryeo · 3 years

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Sweet Tea ௹ OSAMU

Sweet Hibiscus Tea — Better Twin. 🍵

SYNOPSIS: You are not a protagonist but your best friend definitely is. When will you ever be, sweet little side-character? » 6.2k Words

THEME: A li'l bit of a slow burn love story, angst, just a treat as my first fic in a year. | Bit of profanity, cussin', teen drama. And use of dialogue references!

NOTE: Low-key felt like this was crap, rip. I still love you so much ‘Samu :( I may have not written this the best

If you were to think of what your role in life was, you were sure you were a comic relief character, and your screen time was just cut short because the viewers in the show you call, “Life” are not giving you the best reviews. With the amount of times you felt like you were cycling through all your days the same, waking up… Waking.. Up.. Wake— Yeah, that was about it.

Everything else was an objective agenda. You were a sufficient klutz, whatever that paper was. You ponder, in your inner monologue while you’re tapping your push-pen on your school desk in Inarizaki.

“— And we’ll be designing our own living rooms as part of the Course Outline for Interior Studies in the general subject.”

You had a best friend, continuing to ignore the incessant babbles, you say as you write a little note to remind yourself to think of a living room design to finish the work quickly later. You had a best friend, who you can easily say is the main character of life. You swear, as she sat close to the window, and how she wasn’t mean, she was charming; it was so hard not to like her. But she’s also insecure, keeps to herself enough, having you by her side.

“Hear that ‘Samu?”

“What now, ‘Sumu?”

“Interior Designin’! Weren’t ya listenin’ ya scrub.” Bleach-blonde hair.“What about it?” Disinterest; Bleached hair too, but ash-grey.

“Ain’t Kori-Kori real good at stuff like this?”

You observed the two famed twins of Inarizaki High. Actually no, you were forced to; how? Well, you sat between them, not like that ever stopped anyone, nor did it ever interfere with your boring experience of being a 2nd mid-year Senior. You just wanted to get up, and leave, get a job or something; not going to lie.

“Is there anyone talking at the back right there? Anything the class would like to hear, pretty sure.” Professor said, which immediately shut the two up, the other was blatant and oblivious, even whistling.

“Guessed so.” Your professor went on right after.

Your chin was resting on the heel of your palm now, but you felt someone roughly, no really, they roughly tapped your shoulder, the touch was from a clearly heavy hand. It came from your right, which was…

“Hey missy, pass this on to my brother, will ‘ya?” He grinned widely, his other hand that held the pen used to write a note in the torn paper from his notebook that most likely didn’t have any notes despite it being mid-year. You let out a bit of a grunt, not moving from your position, but you did use your hand that was tapping your table to pass it on to the other Miya without sparing a glance.

“...”

Your arm was about to die.

You turned to the other Miya, a small frown on your face as he ignored your outstretched hand, his eyes were closed, arms crossed but he was definitely not sleeping, it was obvious enough. So you tried to aggressively wave your arm that held the letter while keeping an eye on the doting teacher upfront, trying not to be obvious. His brother had noticed that he was ignoring you as well, shrugging when your frown deepened, back straightening on your desk, your free hand now tapping on your table instead of being a rest for your head.

“Hey ‘Samu ‘ya jerk…!” Atsumu whispered, a volume tad higher, to his brother who proceeded to ignore him; and technically, you too.

You groaned and ignored the two, equally annoying twins that are involving you into a situation you don’t want to get involved in. So you just slammed, actually no, not slammed exactly but you did harshly place the torn paper that contained some unnamed letter from Atsumu directed to Osamu. Wistfully, this was noticed by your professor.

“Y/N. I believe it’s been made clear that passing notes is not allowed in my class, rather, on any occasion that involves other subjects as well.” They scolded.

You sucked a breath in between your teeth, your hand ran through your hair in an attempt to calm you down. “Switch seats with Yokori. This seating will last ‘till the end of the year, ‘lest you misbehave again. This applies to everyone else who has been swapped constantly.”

Yokori gave you a solemn smile, knowing you hated this, she gathered her belongings and quickly sat to avoid any more trouble; even opting to give you a pat on your shoulder on the way to her desk near the window, though not quite beside. One classmate separated you from being directly beside the scenery of school grounds that held the gym where your schools’ famous volleyball team resides for practices. Actually, this classmate was one of their players, Suna Rintaro? Your impression on him was that he was quiet… Enough, if not provoked or talked to at all, which you guessed was part of your luck. Because you were definitely not going to talk to him, less it required you to by any of your classes together.

So you sat, your professor continued, and your eyes landed on your best friend that sat on your previous seat, since your first year of middle school. Bored expression on once again, your thoughts dialed back, and you noticed a quick interaction from Atsumu towards your best friend who flushed slightly from the two’s attention, noticing that even the twin who ignored you earlier began perking up, just a little bit. And the feeling was slight but you felt a tinge of annoyance, proceeding to push it to the back of your mind, not letting the feelings against your best friend surface. Because she was good, and undeserving of it, obviously.

The bell rang, it was time for lunch!

Lunch is a happy time, because you can buy yourself chocolate, and you can, well, eat lunch. What else is there for? You were bored out of your mind at home after doing your homework, and studying enough for the day so you practiced cooking. Which you admit, was very enjoyable, especially when you finish. Today was tuna sushi rolls, seaweed-strapped spam meat, seasoned rice, and hot tamarind soup in your insulating tumbler. You didn’t notice light gray irisess eyeing you in your little daydream about your lunch for today.

“Y/N, you good?” Yokori, said best friend went next to you, who had just finished gathering your lunch bag. You nodded, smile small. “Yep, let’s go.”

The class dispersed quickly, you two walked side-by-side as she timidly told you a story about her situation earlier.

“So Atsumu-san was passing notes to his brother Osamu, right? T’was so weird because they kept asking me questions, but Atsumu-san was nice, he wanted help with that Interior Designing project we have going on.” She laughed, scratching her cheek. You nodded along to her story, she was used to your rather quiet demeanor, she knew you were still listening. “They said it’d be cool to attend their after-school volleyball practice.”

“Mmh. Really? They’re annoying though.” You humored her, to which she chuckled.

“I mean… It shouldn’t be bad to try it, right?” She said with a big grin, bright.

You jutted your lips forward as you bobbed your head in agreement, already taking your chopsticks and lunch out when you found a free table. “I guess so.” You said, mouth chewing on a roll.

You pour a portion of soup to get the food down your throat onto your tumbler’s cap that serves as the cup, and drank, “So I told them you’re coming with me, I’d be too nervous by myself… Hehe..” and spat.

“Kori, what?”

“Come with me…” She looked at you, nervously smiling with her eyebrows raised in mock questioning, “-please.”

“Okay.”

“I promise, I’ll ask you next ti— wait, really? Holy shit, Y/N, thank you! I’ll pay you back, for sure. I didn’t expect you to agree quickly, d’you have a crush on any of the VBC members, perhaps?” She teased.

You were eating continually, mouth full of rice as you pointed your metal chopsticks toward her. Speaking with your mouth full, “I don’t think there was any point trying to say no if I’d say yes in the end anyway. It already happened, what can I really do?”

She nodded in understanding, you were always like this, relaxed about what happened around. It was worth idolizing, at least. Your head felt like it was burning, the back, you mean. Was someone staring?

You were now sitting outside of the gym, deciding to hang around outside instead of watching sweaty boys play for hours. Kori became more relaxed, so you took the go-mark and asked to leave when you noticed that she was. The team was fond of her, you note, Shinsuke Kita the Captain even thanking her for thinking of buying them snacks and helping them around with their manager to fill up the boys’ water bottles. The team gave her attention and copied their captain in terms of providing gratification for her deeds. You heard her ‘lax conversation next to the banter with the twins that was a normal recurrence.

You were simply a drifting particle, a bystander.

Actually wait, you remembered that you had packed yourself a little snack in case you had to stay in school for some surprise activity you forgot about, or situations like this exactly. So you took out your little box of homemade onigiris, not noticing the figure looming at the door. It was their break, and you were about to bite.

“Hey, that yours?” You hear, stopping your bite mid-way, turning your head to see ash-grey.

“Huh.”

“Ya deaf or what, missy?” The nerve.

You looked at him, and bit on the prism-shaped rice, then looked forward once again, closing your eyes even. ‘Till you heard shuffling and a sleazy figure sitting next to yours. That was when you opened your eyes, mouth slightly agape. Osamu Miya, sat next to you, his legs spread, and his arms were holding his whole posture as his head faced yours.

“If yer gonna look at me like that, the least ya could do is gimme one, little miss.”

You shook your head and swallowed. “Stop calling me little miss, old man.”

“Hoho, old man?” He says, humoring you, you can smell his cologne from here, mixed with sweat from his practice. He leaned forward, his arms now intertwining, resting on his knees, he was facing you with a small smile.

“Yeah, I’d call you shit hair but your hair ain’t the color.” You shrugged, but it was the type of shrug where you slightly move your hands outward. So when you did, the hand that held your bitten snack was when the big fox ate his fill. “Mm, tastes good.”

“Fucki-” You screeched. His eyes went wide when you just shoved the onigiri in his mouth, “It has your germs now, better not choke, gran’pa.”

Osamu was trying to give you a snide reply back but he couldn’t, with the rice stuck in, he just kept chewing. As you stood up and yelled to Kori that you were leaving. You were a side character, nothing more, you thought; as you walked away from the boy who had tried reaching to you, but you failed to notice.

“So… He invited me to their house to hang out.” Yokori said happily on the phone, you were trying to sketch a few designs you felt like doing so hummed, already quite satisfied, spinning on your chair right after. “So…”

“No.”

“But I haven’t said anything yet!”

“You were about to ask me if I can come with you because you’re nervous to go alone, the usual, hm?”

“...”

“Hm?”

“...Yes.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“N-”

“I’ll order you takeout pizza!”

“...Okay.”

You heard her cheering yes! On the other line, to which you just slumped in your chair to. And so, the day came and you were right behind Kori, who was knocking on the Miya residence as of the moment. The one who greeted the both of you was Osamu Miya, you internally groaned, their parents were off, you heard.

“Tsumu!” Your best friend smiles, greeting the other twin brightly; and smiling so wide at the twin at the door. “Hello ‘Samu!” She said, before the blonde had pushed past the door to beam at her.

“Brought your li’l friend along, cutie?” Atsumu jokes, rustling your friend’s hair before beckoning the two of you to come in. You walk past Osamu who you had mild grudges with. Your friend turned to you, “I’ll be helping Atsumu with some plates for the project, we’ll be up in his room!” She said, innocently.

“Mmh, okay. I’ll stay here?” You asked, more to yourself, you didn’t really know where to stay. This wasn’t your place.

“Accommodate the guest ‘Samu, I need’a do important school stuff.” Atsumu waved off as the two walked up the stairs on the way to the boy’s room, pretty sure. You stood there in the middle for a couple minutes, unsure. The renowned ‘less annoying’ Miya was sitting on one of their kitchen stools, his cheek digging into his palm, just staring at you. You stared back. He stared back. You were both staring.

You broke. “Not gonna let me sit, or anything?”

“Sit anywhere or something.” He droned, still looking at you. He was enjoying it.

So you looked at the couch beside you, then spared a glance at him, about to sit until he spoke again, “Hmm, not there.” He said in his low voice that contained an underline of mockery, you were sure. Though to him, it was simply amusing, to watch you that is. If anyone outside the two of your observing based gazes, he was actually sporting a noticeable smile. A small triangle smile, as if he was shy to make it any bigger, in hopes of hiding something.

You tried the two other chairs, the floor, leaning on a wall, but it was all a reject. You were embarrassed every time. Did you really have to go through all this just to get takeout pizza? You’d have to ask more later, that's for sure. So you tried for a last option, there was a tall stool right beside his, and well, three others far from him. So you tried the farthest tall stool from him, which was the far left. He shook his head no, you furrowed your eyebrows, you moved to the second stool, still no? Every move made your head wrinkle further down ‘till you reached the last seat, right next to him. To which he finally said, “Got it, pretty girl.” with a big boyish grin.

You didn’t have time to react to the nickname before finally letting out a sigh as you stretched your arms, and legs before laying your head on your arms that were resting on the table in front. That whole interaction probably took at least half an hour, you didn’t really know, you didn’t have a watch. “Pretty, my ass.”

He hummed, resting his head on his arms as well, though he was facing you. “Yer ass is.”

“The fuck.”

“Ya got a bad mouth.”

You groaned, and buried your face in your arms. Wanting to escape this. But you were lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t subconsciously enjoy his attention. You weren’t used to it, you weren’t supposed to feel this, right? It wasn’t, it just, it’s not you. Right? You shook your head to which the boy watched you do, getting your head up, posture straight and looking at him. He looked back, like he always seems to do.

“What do you want from me?” You say.

Osamu kept his mouth shut, still looking into you, thinking of what to say. Unwilling himself to tell you what he’d rather. So he asked a question, “D’ya cook?”

“Yeah, I make my own lunch and snacks.” You said, wary. Already feeling suspicious, you raise both your brows.

“Let’s cook.” He suggests.

Here’s the thing, you can’t do anything right if someone’s watching you too intently. It feels awkward, who in their right mind is able to do this right when he’s gripping your wrist that was stirring the batter for what the both of you decided to make, muffins.

“Ya gotta put in the right amount of strength.” He instructed.

“I’m starting to regret mentioning that I don’t bake often.” You thought, you thought you just thought that it was only in your thoughts. Oh no, you were becoming redundant, was it always this hot?

“Yer burnin’ figuratively, and literally. By that, your eyeballs are wide as fuck.” Osamu pointed out, he was biting his lip, to keep from a wide smile. “Tryna bake with yer hot gaze?”

What? “Huh.”

Now Osamu had wide eyes, I think it came off more sultry than intended. So he moved away from you as if you were burning his skin, though technically, you really were. Playing it cool. “What?”

“My what.”

“Yer… What?”

You were staring at him with a confused expression, about to open your mouth when, “Hey scrub! Make me a snack, I’m starvin’ over here.” Atsumu yelled from the room, you heard Kori’s small laugh and a faint, “Don’t be so mean, ‘Tsum.”

“Right. Let’s put ‘em in the tray then straight to the oven, yeah?” Osamu started, standing next to you, his face was not quite visible due to his wide shoulders, if you knew better, he might be obstructing your vision to not see the steaming heat from his ears. Spoiler, you did. But you chose not to poke at a sleeping bear.

“You sick? Got red ears?” You poked at a sleeping bear.

Actually, you were expecting a snark reply, it was easier that way. Just be sarcastic back. It was when the both of you were done, and placed the tray containing the muffin batter in the oven to bake, did Osamu dip his index finger in the bowl of slightly empty batter, facing you, and licking it off his finger. You really tried, you did; you tried not to look at the way he did that so unabashed. Dipping the same finger on the last remaining batter before menacingly leaning closer to you, inches from your face. If you could measure it exactly, 2.8 inches? So close.

Your weight moved from the heel of your foot to the front, again and again, what was he doing?

“What are you—?” You began before you got cut off by his finger wiping the batter on your lips, it made it look like you had a mustache. You stood there surprised for a few seconds, not knowing how to react, and hated how you expected something so different. It was until you heard a click of a camera and a low chuckle vibrate from the boy in front of you that you took the few remaining flour that was right in your reach to throw it in front of his face, making a huge fog of flour. He coughed for a bit, his eyes were glistening as he took the bowl next to him, using his whole hand to wipe leftover batter, getting ready to chase you.

You noticed. So you ran, but not without screaming, the leftover flour bag in your hand.

“No, please,”

“You asked for it, pretty girl.” He replied breathily, both of you were circling the kitchen island.

It took a good ten minutes before he decided to jump the island, and ran to quickly get hold of you with both of his arms, his hair tickling the side of your neck which made you laugh too hard, flour was all over his hair and apron, you failed to notice the handprint of batter right on your chest because you were struggling so hard to get off his grip. He was laughing too, you put on your scowling face, though not really mad, to face him, who in turn faced you as well. You didn’t notice the distance between the two of you was nearly non-existent; I repeat, nearly.

“Hey ‘Samu! I’m starvin’ and I smell yer bakin way over in my room.” You heard quick footsteps down the stairs, which made you jump in your skin. But even with that speed, you were still caught. Because Atsumu had an unreadable expression, “This place is a mess! Did we interrupt too early, hm?” Kori taking a peek right behind Atsumu.

You heard a dry cough from the other twin, facing the other direction, you facing the other as well. None of you spoke in time, so you took it. “No, uh, we weren’t, nothing was happening.”

“The scene of the crime is proof!” Atsumu pushed, teasing, as he continued his way down next to Kori.

“Shut it ‘ya scrub.”

“Yer the scrub, scrub.” They started bickering, real easy like that, trying to beat each other up. You noticed Kori walking down the stairs as well, first with an expression you couldn’t quite place, as if she was thinking deeply. But when she noticed you looking, she quickly changed into a bright smile, even sporting a blush, ready to tell a story about what happened behind the closed doors of Atsumu’s bedroom.

The day ended quickly after that, Osamu forced Atsumu to help the both of you to clean the kitchen while Kori volunteered to. It continued on like that, Kori dragging you into one of her meetings with Atsumu, you complaining but coming anyway, and you end up stuck with Osamu as she goes to her rendezvous with Atsumu that at this point, you have no idea what they’re doing. You just tag along.

Right now, you were beside Osamu in the gym during their break from training. Near the door, his teammates a good few distance away as he sat on a bench with his usual posture. Slumped back, his arms arching, one behind you that you fail to think of anything. Just as a general position. You were voicing out a thought you had in a while, seriously.

“So I was balls deep into ghosts way back—”

He looked at you, disgusted. “GROSS,” Shoving you lightly, “God, please never, ever say ‘balls deep in ghosts’ to anyone ever again. I feel like washin’ my mouth having to repeat that.” He even added this mild shudder that was just an exaggeration.

“What? What’s wrong with it?”

“I don’t really want to think about anyone having sex with a ghost.”

“Huh, who said anything about ghost sex?”

“You did, Y/N! Just now!”

“I didn’t—Oh, holy shit. No. Oh no.”

“What?”

“Does ‘balls deep’ not mean you’re standing in, like, the shallow end of the pool, metaphorically. Like up to your balls or something.”

“No! Balls deep is—It’s…”

“Balls deep is…”

“Why are you two talking about balls?” Suna interjected, acting as if he was just hearing about your conversation now. He was actually listening since the start, noticing the short distance between the both of you, interest hiding behind his eyes. “Balls, as in, dick or something? That’s wild.”

“Suna, no!” You screeched.

Osamu was biting back a laugh. The team was watching the three of you converse, getting used to the sight of you with their teammate. Assuming other things up the clouds. Atsumu was watching his brother with hawk eyes, and so was the girl next to him, Kori, though she was looking at you. If Suna was being honest, he didn’t notice any form of chemistry between your friend and the piss haired twin. They were all smiles and bright, but they always looked like they were thinking of something different. Though he doesn’t know anything about it.

Practice ended. It’s been months, and your interactions with Osamu have gotten more laxed. Your thoughts about being nothing more than a side-character was starting to change, because with him, you felt that you were a number one choice. You felt that you were a main character. Osamu felt the same, being with you felt like time was moving too fast and he wanted to spend it more with you, he was becoming insatiable. With you, he didn’t feel second to his brother for once. Lingering touches, his hand forgetting to unhook from yours, and his arm slinking around your shoulders as he yawns and asks for one of your homemade snacks as he starts to make some after-school snacks to give back to you.

You were invading his mind as much as he was invading yours. Sitting next to you during lunch, asking what’s in your bento, vice versa. Why was everything sailing so smooth? It was like it was just him and you. You heard rumors from the Miya fans that they were thinking you were Osamu Miya’s girlfriend. Forgetting your inferiority, sometimes the universe was just cruel, so it had to humble you.

“Atsumu and I broke up.” Kori sobbed.

Not to you, but to Osamu. You gripped your bag’s strap tightly. You peeled your lip with your teeth until the middle bled, so you sucked in the pain. No, you were not the protagonist. You weren’t, you never will be, and you never are in the past, present, and future. So you sucked in a breath to collect yourself, seeing Osamu pat the girl to attempt and comfort her, badmouthing his brother. “Sorry,” Her first gripped his shirt tighter.

“Osamu, please. It’s—I always liked you. It was just you.”

She wasn’t a bad person. She wasn’t, but why? You wanted to hit her, that, or jump off a building and die. None of them noticed you yet, at least that’s what you thought, but the sobbing girl had already seen you before she started bawling, and the other twin was forced to give her a tight, but awkward hug.

“Yokori… I liked you.”

You were about to walk to them normally after licking your lips from the blood, wanting to appear as a third party, to not let this happen. It just can’t. but you were pulled back by your collar. Who—

“Atsumu?”

He put his index finger in front of his lips to silence you, “Shh.”

So you followed him confused, he held your hand away from the scene. Leading you to the gates, the school half-empty, their practice about to start in half an hour or so. “Atsumu, why?” You croaked.

He had his eyes widened a bit, why? Actually, why did he pull you from that scene? His other hand that didn’t hold yours, which you didn’t bother to remove with the energy seeping out of your body quickly; it was taking everything in you not to break down. It went to his nape, rubbing it in question to himself, why? It was just that, seeing you staring at a scene when he knew you liked his brother, at a scene too painful, for a best friend who was just trying to do their paper, he knew. So his arms safely wrapped around you as you stared dead into his eyes, looking at his features that resembled the other who had unknowingly captured your heart.

Your bleeding lip trembled, your eyes turned glossy of the tears held back, Atsumu looked at you, empathetic. He broke up with your best friend because he couldn’t see it happen, every time he saw you with his brother, that wasn’t what they both had. They were simply not meant to be, and he was fine, he just didn’t know, but he was glad that because of it, he found out that she liked his brother more than she did him. He’d be angry, he should be, for his sake, but he wasn’t angry for him, he was angry for you.

He hid your face into his chest instead. You didn’t sob, solely because you thought you didn’t deserve to. But you cried, you let your tears soak in, “You look like him too much.”

“Shhh, I know—” Sigh. “It’s okay. You don’t have to look at me.” He said, trying his best to comfort you, caressing your hair. As a pair of grey eyes watched the scene from a distance, unable to hear, but able to see. Maybe he saw too much as he grimaced.

Osamu tried his best not to punch his brother right in the jaw, or push him away so he could yell everything he’d kept cooped up inside before you came running along, turning monochrome into a saturated-vision of the world. His teeth were pressing down on each other hard enough, he thought it might break, and shatter, just like his heart did. Of course, you chose his brother. Everyone always does. Every time he thinks he’s got it all, it’s all swiped underneath by his twin. Everyone says that it wasn’t their talents, or skills in volleyball that was the greatest gift they had ever received in life. It was their twin. But right now, he just thinks he was a curse he had to always deal with.

He jolted as he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Suna.

“Practice. Kita’s calling. Call your brother.” The ever-observant boy runs over as he scans the scene, and hisses as he sees you wrapped in his brother’s arms. Though he knew more than that, he had first-class seats to this theatrical after all. But he’d rather not be part of the act club, it wasn’t his forte.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay.” Osamu replied, briefly. A bit tense, still.

He looked back to Atsumu who had let you go, and you who were walking away already. On the way to your home, he was sure. But he can’t help but cringe, thinking of it as your way of walking away from him.

“Practice! ‘Sumu!” He yelled, devoid of anything.

You jolted, you were a bit far but he yelled really loud you could still hear it. This didn’t go unnoticed by him, but you were both overcome by swirling emotions that stopped both of you to do the bare minimum, smile and wave, no after-school snacks. Atsumu jogged towards them, not noticing his brother’s attempt at hiding his huge frown. Practice was hell for Osamu, he didn’t want to see his brother right now, not when he still thinks of your precious little form hugging his brother’s, not his.

When his brother accidentally served a ball hitting Osamu behind the head, it was more of a switch for his anger; his rage.

“Fucking hell.” He said, turning viciously towards his brother who was uttering lighthearted apologies. It wasn’t until he started stalking towards Atsumu did the team start watching them like hawks, Aran thinking it’s just another one of their silly fights. But that thought was cut off when Osamu suddenly launched a fist towards Atsumu. “Ya just get off on this, huh? Ya get off on giving me bullshit every time.”

“Woah, ‘Samu I said I was sorry. What the fuck.” Atsumu said, brows furrowed, voice starting to get scratchy at his brother’s tight grip on the collar of his shirt. His hand quickly gripped his brother’s wrist tied to his shirt, attempting to get it off him, starting to get riled up from getting hit out of nowhere. “What’s your fuckin’ problem?” He said, about to kick his brother off of him.

“You. You just took everything from me, ‘Sumu. You took them.”

Osamu breathed heavily as Kita instructed the team to peel the twins away from each other as this wasn’t one of their silly fights at all. It held other issues. The captain knew that practice wouldn’t be able to continue like this, so he made them do drills before allowing them to go home. Looking pointedly at the Miya’s. The two brothers did what they were told to, going off to do their drills, and getting ready to go home.

They were walking silently side-by-side, both faces covered with a frown, Atsumu’s face having a bruise by the jaw whilst Samu didn’t have a scratch, only because Atsumu was realizing where it all came from.

“Did ya see?”

“Fuck you.”

“Look— It’s not what ya think, ya idiot.” Atsumu started, Osamu raised his brow at his brother. “I don’t want to say anything. Figure things out yourself, scrub.” Then the blonde started walking faster, leaving his brother behind to ponder.

The next day came by, he tried calling you but it never got through. Did you block him? What did he do? Did you really get repulsed by him to avoid him to that extent? That involved his texts getting left unanswered. You didn’t come to school today, he asked Kori, who he had rejected yesterday, and who was supposed to know about you more than he did. Though he was aware that you often felt inferior to her, as he told you the same about his brother, it was a feeling that you two were all too familiar with.

“I don’t know where she is, I’m sorry. She’s not talking to me either.”

Osamu stayed quiet at that, he thought you just needed time. So he let it go, looking forward to talking to you the following days. But that was the problem, you weren’t there in the following days either. He knew where you lived but he didn’t want to impose as your family didn’t know him very well yet either. He stopped himself from visiting until it hit the second week of your absence. Where were you? Why have you disappeared as if you never existed in the first place? He was growing worried, he wanted you to exist. He loved existing when you were around. And he wanted to clear everything up after getting multiple clues from Suna, and his brother, obviously.

It was until the class of the second week you were gone, when Osamu promised to visit your house after school, did their teacher tell them news that tore Osamu in half.

“One of our students Y/N L/N has transferred schools. The administration just finished filing her transfer after her visit yesterday, she didn’t get to say goodbye as her family moved out the same day. That’s about it, the first class is Physics. Have a nice day ahead, students.”

His ears were ringing. You were gone. Gone like the liquid that slipped past his hold. Atsumu looked at his brother in pity, knowing how much he had lost at that time. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t hear Osamu crying in the shower when they got home. Or when he tried to not get his snot on his pillows, sniffling in the night. His heart ached for his brother.

It’s been years since 2nd year in High School, and Osamu has just opened up Onigiri Miya. His brother had gone pro on Volleyball, and he couldn’t be more proud. He still finds himself thinking back to a few months of pure bliss in highschool, and he tried dating a fair share as well, in hopes that he’ll get what he had with you. He didn’t. So he dedicated himself to his work, and his passion: cooking. A few more years and his business was a success, to which was hell for the first few months, having no investors, and all. He was wiping down his counter, black cap on, his hair not having the same old bleached-grey hair. Instead, it was back to his natural dark hair.

“What is this place, really?”

“The name reminds me of someone from my highschool days. But I only heard about it now, is it really good?”

“Yeah, totally! We should bring our superiors here, and see if we get a few favors, hmm? The onigiri here is a star-choice.” Osamu sees someone turned around, laughing prettily, smiling all-wide, they were bright. Until the same eyes he used to look at in such a close distance, caught his own. His heart skipped two beats, or maybe skipped beating this whole time, maybe he died because god, did he finally send his angel back to him?

It was when you uttered his name under your breath, from the entrance that rang the bell prior to the conversation he overheard earlier did he confirm it. “Hey pretty girl,” he says, as he takes off his cap, ruffles his hair, chuckling deeply, and looking directly back at you; your heart spasms. “Where have you been?”

Bonus:

“Yeah, he was a real bitch when I first talked to him in high school.” You badmouthed him loudly from your table, which made him yell from the kitchen, “I was trying to see if you’ll take my hand and put the note there, okay!” Laughing, you didn’t notice him stalking behind you until he placed a kiss on your cheek. “Grumpy-ass.”

Living with 'Samu! ⁆ End Credits

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