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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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Rich! Bad Boy!Min Yoongi- Try Me

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You were practically glued to his side. His arm was tightly wrapped around your waist as he led you across the room. You had perched your designer sunglasses on top of your head to get a clearer look at your surroundings. Why were you wearing sunglasses at night? Because you could, of course.

Your wore a backless floor length gown in one of his favorite colors. He had insisted you wear your fur coat, but you convinced him to let you leave it in the car. You were on full display, not only for him but for anyone else who thought that they had bought the most gorgeous date for the night. That title was forever and always reserved for Min Yoongi’s girl and tonight only proved it more and more.

He walked with his held held high as if everyone around him was beneath him. His attired screamed ‘try me, bitch’ From his black suit and tie to crisp white dress shirt and shoes that were worth more than someone’s rent for five months. His hair was slicked back and while he didn’t bother to raise his own pair of shades, everyone could see the glare very evident on his face.

You two were the epitome of a power couple, in the most literal sense and everyone respected that.

“Mr. Min! Welcome!” a nervous and frantic looking man rushed up to you. “This must be your beautiful companion for the night.” he bowed repeatedly. So many times that you lost count. He held his hand out for you to take, but you were left to stare awkwardly. You had no idea what to do in that moment. After a second or two you held your hand out, which he shook a bit too aggressively.

Yoongi calmly used his free hand to raise his sunglasses up. “You gettin’ paid to rip my girl’s arm out its socket?”

“Oh! my apologies Mr. Min!” he instantly let your hand go. “I wasn’t aware.”

“You never are.” he scoffed, allowing his shades sit on the top of his head. “Is our table ready or did they send you here to waste our time?”

“You’re fashionably early! Your comrades haven’t arrived yet.” the host stammered. “Follow me!” he practically disappeared through the sea of people.

“What a tool.” you spoke for the first time since you left the car. “I’ve never seen a bigger kiss-ass in my life.”

“Hm, trust me I’ve met worse. He’s just a dick-rider for the men who really own this place.” He leaned down and spoke into your ear. “Those guys will literally shit on someone else’s table if I tell them to.”

“How riveting.” you rolled your eyes playfully as he led you through the crowd. It was easy for people to get out of your way. One look from your boyfriend and they were hugged the nearest wall or throwing themselves against the various tables set up all over the place. “Remind me again why we’re here?”

“Don’t make that face.” He smirked. “I told you, official business.”

“And we couldn’t do that somewhere less...sleazy?” you scoffed at the old man with five different women on his arm. “Yoongi-”

“It’s only for a few hours.” he assured. “Then after that, we can do whatever you want, okay?”

“You said that last time.” you hid the pout forming on your face.

“You have my word.”

“Or so you say.” you slipped out of his grip. “Until you have more trash take out.” you shook your head as you walked ahead. Yoongi watched you from behind as you walked ahead. Of course you didn’t need him by your side to be considered intimidating. He bit his lip at the idea of ripping that dress off your body when you got back to the hotel. Shit, he might not even manage to keep his hands to himself in the car.

Yoongi joined you at the table. “ You feel like Soju tonight?”

“Depends on if you want me to start fighting or not.” you raised an eyebrow at Yoongi.

“Hm, on second thought how about imported beer.”

“This isn’t date night at your place, dear.” you replied jokingly.

“Hm, you’re right. It’s been a while since we’ve splurged. We can do wine tonight!” he chuckled in reply as you both sat down. Just as you both got settled, you were met by a small crowd. Yoongi’s friends, of course.

“Oi! Watch how you handle my fucking jacket! It’s worth more than your life.” Namjoon snapped at that host.

“My apologies sir!”

“Yoongi, Y/N. Good to see you.” Seokjin shook Yoongi’s hand firmly. “Sorry we’re late.”

“We just arrived ourselves.” you replied, relaxing as Yoongi wrapped his arm around your waist again. “Yoongi insisted.”

“Of course he did.” Jungkook sat down. “I saw the other women glaring at you.” he laughed. “You sure know how to make an entrance.” he raised your hand to his lips for a short kiss to your knuckles.

“Of course she does. She’s the best looking woman here.” he huffed as if it was obvious. The host quietly bought the selection for the night.

“Wine for the lady, the usual for the rest of us.” Yoongi spoke for the table.

“Yes sir!”

Before anyone else could speak, a woman in a red dress and white fur coat strode up. “Yoongi? Is that you?”

“Meredith....fancy seeing you here.” Yoongi looked less than thrilled.

“Very!” she seemed a little too happy to see him. It was funny because you had never seen nor heard of this woman in your life. “So...I tried to call you.”

She was completely oblivious of you sitting right there and you didn’t like it.

“What are you doing here?” Seokjin annoyedly spoke up as his drink was poured. “If you couldn’t tell, we’re all trying to enjoy ourselves.”

“I just wanted to catch up with an old friend!” she put her hands up in defense. Her eyes suddenly landed on you. “Whose this?” she fixed her face in disgust

“Y/N L/N, who the fuck are you?” you raised an eyebrow. Your posture straightened up as she glared at you. You threw your sunglasses on the table, crossing your arms as you perked up.

“Are you Yoongi’s pet or something?” she put a hand on her hip. “ Guess they’ll let anyone in!”

“Pet? Oh Honey...Even if that were true it would still mean I’m sitting here and your standing there looking stupid....”

“Oh yeah. He’s probably waiting for the perfect moment to get rid of you!”

You held up a single hand to up Yoongi to signify that you didn’t want him to speak. He looked livid, however you didn’t see the point in him wasting his time or energy on this woman. You slowly stood up. The host held your glass of wine with shaky hands, unsure of what to do.

“Thank you.” you grabbed the glass from him. “Run along now.”

“Yes mam!” the scared host scurried off, obviously not wanting any confrontation.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Yoongi asked, watching you with weary eyes. You weren’t confrontational so this was a huge surprise.

“Meredith. That is your name, right?” you smiled sweetly. You took a sip from your glass. “Hm...What a darling coat! I bet it goes with anything.”

“Of course it does! It pairs best with red. I bought it in Paris...” she put a hand on her hip as if she was a model. “As you can see.”

“Too bad beautiful gowns and expensive fur doesn’t make the wearer any less cheap than the next bitch.” you instantly shut down the false sense of security you built for the disrespectful woman.

“EXCUSE ME?!?”

“Not done yet....” you cleared your throat before speaking again. “ Whore, Pet, Wife ,Girlfriend, whatever you want to call me, go ahead but best believe my place in Yoongi’s life will always hold rank over you, my dear. You weren’t even important enough for him to tell me about you and we’ve been together for four years going on five as of two months from now.” You put your free hand on your hip. “That’s number one.” you laughed gleefully.

“Damn Yoongi, your girl has guts.” Namjoon whispered.

“That’s my babe.” Yoongi sat back and watched you drag Meredith for filth.

“Number Two! Before you try to feed me shit and call it sugar, make sure you take off the tags on your clothes.” You pointed to the obvious department store tag. “Clearance...nice. I also know fake diamonds when I see them, don’t play yourself.”

Nothing was wrong with fake gems, or clearance items...but pretending you were better than everyone else while lying...that wasn’t gonna go down.

The girl had went completely quiet now.

“Three. Last but not least. Get over this whole convoluted ‘I’m better than you’ ideals you follow because the same people you turn your nose up at are the same people who you rely on on a day to day basis. Shiny hair, expensive clothes, and a posse of fake friends who tell you everything you want to hear does not guarantee happiness. Insulting me because it gives you short lived joy does not guarantee happiness. Pretending you actually have any sense of class when it’s obvious you faked your way to the top of social stardom does not guarantee happiness.” you put your wine glass on the table. “So before I proceed to tell you to go fuck yourself and to stay away from me and my BOYFRIEND...any questions?”

Not even five seconds passed and this woman walked off without another word. You didn’t feel bad, not by a long shot. Respect is something that’s earned any ANYONE who didn’t understand that could get a piece of you.

You sat back down next to Yoongi, grabbing your wine again. “Gentlemen, forgive me for that outburst.”

“Damn babe.” Yoongi wrapped his arm around you again. “That was hot.”

“Good because I’m highly fucking livid right now.” you calmly took a sip of your wine. “Who was that woman?” you turned to glare at Yoongi.

“She was an actress who was paid to portray my wife for a business thing I was forced to do.” he shook his head. “Y/N I promise she means nothing to me. It was before we even met.”

“Good. Let another girl talk crazy to me, I’ll kill you both.” you said with a straight face. “Her for thinking she can talk to me any way she wants, and you for keeping things from me. I will cut you deep, sir.”

“Damn I love you.” he bit his lip. He turned your head towards himself to give you a deep kiss.

...

As he had promised, he could barely keep his hands off you in the car. The minute the doors had shut, Yoongi had the hem of your dress bunched up in his fist. His lips feverishly laid open mouth kisses along your exposed neck.

“Yoongi, we shouldn’t do this here.” you whimpered, even though your actions said the completely opposite.

“Why? No one is gonna stop me. They damn sure won’t say shit about it.” Yoongi stopped for a split second to turn a glare to the limo driver, who was trying very hard not to look in the rear view mirror. “PUT THE FUCKING DIVIDER UP.” he barked.

“Yes sir!!”

Yoongi pushed you down onto the seats, causing you to let out a laugh. The divider was put up and you could hear the sound of fabric ripping.

He had tore a rip up your dress.

“Goodbye $3,000 dress.” you huffed.

“More where that came from.” he laughed, which was quickly replaced with a sadistic smile. “Spread your legs, baby.” he pouted. “Daddy wants to finger you”

“In the car-"

“When we get back to the hotel, I want you naked on that bed.” he growled. “If not, I’ll fucking rip whatever you have left off.”

... (The Hotel)

He couldn’t even keep his hands to himself in the elevator, any part of you he could get his hands on, he touched. By the time you two had gotten back to the room, you were thrown on the bed. Your dress had a huge tear up the leg and the straps were holding up either. Yoongi had discarded every article of clothing except his pants which were hanging low on his hips at this point.

“How do you want me?” he flicked his tongue against his bottom lip, looking you up and down. “I’ll do whatever you want, babe.” He watched as your shy wall was quickly put up and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Baby doesn’t know?”

“Nuh uh.” you hid behind your hands with a shy smile.

“Hm...my hands?”

“hm....nuh uh.” you shook your head again.

“Hm...my mouth then?” he bit his lips, standing right in front of you. “Where was that fire, honey? Come on.” he grabbed your hands. “Want me to eat that pretty pussy, baby?” He gathered the rest of your dress in his fist. “Come here.”

He began kissing up your bare thighs. You shook your legs, biting your lip. You felt him pull your panties down.

“You were so brave for me, sexy girl. Where’s that fighting spirit? Do you want me to eat this sweet little- hmm.” he dragged his tongue up your slit, laying opened mouthed kisses along your pussy. “You’re brave for the outside world but you still need daddy to take care of you, huh?”

“Mhm!” you nodded desperately.

“Baby you taste so fucking good.” he laughed, lashing his tongue against your hot flesh. “You’re moving so much.” he cackled. “Hmm” he dug his nails into your thighs. “You like it when I eat this pussy?”

“This is mine.” he mumbled against your heat. “This is all mine. Don’t think I’m done with you yet...”

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katsukikitten · 5 years

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Disinterested

You and he had a mutual understanding.

A lame man's contact if you will that neither of you would develop feelings for the other while you two participated in explicit activities.

He suggested it one afternoon as he watched you stalk furiously on a certain icy hot's Instagram, eyes boring into the glass screen over the images of a beautifully intelligent woman who clung to the hot and cold man.

"They say the best way to get over a crush like that is to fuck someone else." It was just a suggestion, honestly. He had your body on his mind since the first time you two spared.

When you pinned him and your thighs were so thick and powerful, your ass sitting much too close to his man hood and the way your tits hung.

He swallows thinking of it now as your eyes flick to his, studying if he is joking or not.

"Are you volunteering?" You ask as he steps closer, leaning over the couch, close enough your breath mingles, "But I hate you."

You sound serious, like you mean it.

Because honestly you kinda do, something about him has always set you off but you never could pin point exactly what.

It sat on the tip of your tongue, as if at any second you would yell out the answer. Was it his arrogance? His over confidence? His intense gaze? His deep voice? His body sculpted by the God's?

You searched those damn scarlet eyes for answers and came up empty handed.

The world may never know.

"I hate you too." He murmurs before stealing a kiss from you, beginning to ravish you then and there on the couch.

Having you almost come undone in a matter of minutes.

From that point on the two of you continued to hate each other in the public eye but behind close doors you two were inseparable. Hours, even whole weekends were spent in either your dorm or his doing lewd acts to keep yourselves distracted.

So why did it bother him now? After months of using you, commanding you, fucking you senseless did it bother him to see you on your phone during one of your few breaks, with a set heterochromatic staring at you through the screen.

You double tap the picture and a small heart appears before disappearing just as quickly.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as scroll further, the naked male beside you long forgotten as your heart yearns for what you cannot have.

Despite the fact that the blonde, though brutal, has been doing nothing but trying to comfort you as you obsess over this unrequited love.

"Ugh this again?!" He snatches your phone, voice harsher than ever, "Why not block his bitch ass?!"

"No Suki!" You struggle to reach for your phone as you watch his deft fingers find the options on Todoroki's profile, "I think he and Momo broke up last month! I need to know!"

Katsuki freezes in his tracks, thumb hovering over the little rectangle that reads block in bold. He grits his teeth thinking.

"Fine." He hisses scrolling through your phone, knowing exactly where you keep the pictures you send him when you're feeling especially sexy and sad.

He finds his favorite with ease, you're wearing a laced black bra, the fabric thin enough you can see the outline of your areolas, nipples perked. One of the black straps has "fallen" down your sunkissed shoulder, your lips putting on extra pout.

*You should really see this in person Suki. I'm only a flight of stairs away. .*

He had never ran up a set of stairs so quickly before.

But what Katsuki loved the most about this snapshot was the way your eyes looked. Vibrant as you're painted in the lusty low light of the Himalayan salt lamp and string lights in your room. As if stars could dance in the them, twinkling the same way they do when you smile.

The same smile you wear when you stare up at him behind his closed dorm door, when he pulls you closer to him as you both pant, trying hard to recover quickly for the next round.

"Oi!" Bakugou smirks as your soft voice turns rough, stealing a word from his vocabulary from being around him for so long, "What are you doing?!"

"I'm helping." He snaps, though he is hesitant but he knows no sane man would turn down this. He keeps his left hand stand on your chest pushing against your sternum as the thumb on his right hand types furiously.

*"I'm only a flight of stairs away. "*

He hits send as your heart sinks. You stand on his bed now before jumping a bit to throw an elbow into his chiseled stomach.

"WHAT THE FUUUUUCK?!" You screech but Bakugou clamps a hand over your mouth quickly, muffling most of your question.

"Quiet kitten he could be home!" He hisses and tears prick your eyes.

He's ruined it, he's ruined the whole thing, now Todoroki-kun would never speak to you again let alone reply to you again. You literally slam your fists into Bakugou's chest fighting back the tears as your mind spirals.

*DING*

The sound of your phone inturpts your thoughts and you scramble for it. Playing dirty by biting Katsuki's nipple causing a sharp yelp to leave his kissable lips as you catch your falling phone, legs still straddling Suki.

*"Y/N, I didn't know you were so naughty."*

Another text message comes through before you can praise Bakugou, a message that has your heart racing.

*"Do you need to be punished?"*

You bounce up and down as Katsuki eases himself up into a sitting position, moving you onto his lap. He reads the text and scoffs.

"So, do you little *kitten*?" He cannot help himself, competing though he know he cannot win, still he relishes your blush as he speaks.

"I think you do considering your sexting another guy while sitting naked on the lap of another." He leans close, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, hips he held onto not too long again.

"I've...I've got to go Bakugou..." You say scrambling to get up and he let's you go without a fight.

He wanted this didn't he? Just a little time of you to himself, and no not to watch you laugh, or see you cry.

Not to hear about your dreams, where you struggle with your quirk or to hear your advice for his anger.

To see that fucking smile spread on your damn pouty lips just for him.

No he didn't want any of that, never did. And he didn't care to see it ever again.

Or so he tells himself as he watches you gather your clothes from his dorm floor. Careful now to hide your exposed body as if he hadn't seen it hundreds of times.

As if he didn't have any of your nudes on his phone right now.

You dress quickly, grabbing your extra charger you normally left in his dorm, cementing that this was over. He half hopes you'll stop and crawl back into bed with him, or hell just give him a final kiss good bye as he watches you sashay to the door with new found purpose.

But if letting you go, if giving you to someone else made you this happy, he would suffer for it.

Because it's not like he liked you or anything.

He scoffs silently, watching your hand hover over the knob.

"Oh and Bakugou?"

"Hmm?" Is his only response as he picks up his phone to tab through the pictures mass deleting your nudes and even the selfie of you two on the roof the night of the meteor shower you remembered midfuck and just HAD to see. The two of you are snuggled together in his jacket, both of you waaaay underdressed for mid January cheeks flushed. He's actually smiling in the picture but only because of how hard you're smiling, leaning on his shoulder, eyes reflecting the star light.

All before scrolling on social media.

Telling himself he's just as disinterested he's ever been. He doesn't notice you until the mattress beside him dips down from your weight and you kiss his cheek.

"Thanks." You stare into his eyes like you did the first day all those months ago on the couch.

Searching for something and he could tell that you did not know what.

"For everything." You add before popping up and skipping out the door shutting it on the possibility of you two forever.

But that doesn't stop Katuski from going to his recently deleted and recovering that selfie of you two on the roof.

A/N let me know if you want a part two. Cause I'm debating and I have part of it written.....

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugo #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou

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instakpop · 5 years

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Chanyeol scenario - Lessons in love

Requested by anon

Genre: mafia!au, angst, smut, little bits of fluffiness

Warnings: stalking, rough sex, strong language

There’s nothing more tragic than love running out. You pour your heart and soul into a relationship only to feel neglected one year into it. You were hypnotized by his smile, swindled by his charms, then broken by his passive behavior.

You met Chanyeol purely by chance. Working in a bank doesn’t sound very exciting, but your job brought you to the same level as some of the most powerful people in the country. Who’s your biggest client? Park Chanyeol, mafia boss. The man who was practically untouchable. He’d have a whole number of charges against him, but even the best lawyers in the business couldn’t take him down.

One day you came into work and caught his eye. He courted you with flowers and jewels until you gave in to his advances. In the beginning, he was the kind of boyfriend every woman dreams of. Great listener, gentle, an all-around romantic. But, sadly, that romance didn’t even last six months.

After a while, Chanyeol because cynical and mean. In public, you and Chanyeol would arrive at events together lovingly only to be separated when one of his “associates” came to steal his attention away from you. You would have left months ago if it weren’t for everything you invested into the relationship. He took you on long vacations, causing you canceled plans with friends all the time to be with him. You’ve even taken a sabbatical from work to spend time with him. Now, just having a weekend alone with him is a blessing. Meals for two were left uneaten, reservations at hotels that fell through, and a one year anniversary that was forgotten about.

Sex was no different. He would crawl into bed late at night and stay awake long enough to get his rocks off. It didn’t matter if he was pleasing you, he only cared about himself.

Which brings you to today. Chanyeol has been gone for three days straight, leaving you in his enormous house like an abandoned puppy. But enough is enough. You’ve decided once and for all the Chanyeol just isn’t the man you thought he was. You packed your things and checked into a hotel until you find an apartment.

It broke your heart to watch your relationship crumble like that, but you’re not the one to blame. Chanyeol became arrogant and plain rude. The answer to every question about where he was going was “don’t worry about it.” It’s time for you to get back to who you were before. You returned to work as if nothing happened and finally found a great place to live. Over time, you blocked out the thoughts of the man who broke your heart. But you couldn’t stop thinking about the man who swept you off your feet. You missed the Chanyeol who texted you sweet messages while he was at work and held you close late at night. The Chanyeol who made you feel safe and adored.

As the days turned into weeks, you regressed into your usual pattern. Wake up, stop for breakfast, go to work, swing by the gym for a quick workout, and head back home. But one day you noticed something. Something strange. All day you could feel someone’s eyes on you. Everywhere you went, you were able to catch a glimpse of a man in a designer suit who was never more than 20 feet away.

You weren’t certain if he was following you, but you had to find out. On your way to the gym, you took the long route, trying to see if anyone was pursuing you. After a few minutes, you spotted a red Cadilac that was taking the same turns you were. You pulled over onto a side road and stepped out of your car. You mentally prepared yourself for the worst as you grabbed your emergency pepper spray. You walked down the alley and hid behind a corner. You heard footsteps coming closer until you heard a voice.

“I lost her. She went down the alley and disappeared.” He said.

You peeked out to see him on the phone. But who could he possibly be talking to? The man walked past you, unable to see where you were hiding. You stepped out from behind the corner, summoning up enough courage to raise your pepper spray and yell. “Who are you?!”

The man turned around in shock. He stammered over what to say, “I’m not a threat. I was just told by my boss to keep tabs on you.”

The thoughts started racing through your mind of who his boss could be. You had one idea, but you needed to know for sure. “And how long have you been keeping ‘tabs’ on me.”

“About three weeks.”

Chanyeol! He’s the only man in the world he had the power, authority, and motive to do something like this. You put your pepper spray back into your pocket and sighed.

“Take me to your boss. Now.” You demanded.

Your domineering tone was enough to turn the mafia soldier into a cowering dog. He quickly leads you to his car and took you to Chanyeol’s house. The second you arrived, you marched through the door, hot-tempered, and ready to fight. You passed by his personal staff, each of which was both confused and intimidated by your sudden presence.

“Oh, Miss y/n. So good to see y-” Chanyeol’s second in command asked.

“Where is he?” You asked.

“In the office.”

You headed upstairs with fury in your step. You burst through the doors and there he was, leaning back in his chair with his trademark poker-face.

“A spy?! Really?! What gives you the right to hire someone to watch me? And what was going to happen? Were you gonna just have him follow me forever? And what would happen if I met someone else, someone who isn’t a self-obsessed asshole who lies and deceives people? You are unbelievable!” The more you screamed, the better you felt. You weren’t able to tell him off when you left because, once again, he wasn’t around.

But instead of fighting back, or having you hauled off, Chanyeol just sat there, staring at you with a blank look. You ended your passionate speech and stood there, waiting for a response, but instead, silence filled the room. Chanyeol closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Y/n, sit down.” He said with a calm voice.

You were a little suspicious of his demeanor, but you complied. You sat across from him and relaxed.

“You… are completely right. I was terrible to you. I didn’t call when I said I would. I stopped listening to you. I stopped tending to you, and I was wrong for that. But The reason I stopped doing those things is that you stayed so much longer than the others.” He said.

What he was saying didn’t make much sense, but you remain intrigued to hear his side of the story. “I’m not the guy that women want to spend forever with. I ask a girl out, she says yes and I spoil her rotten. Six months later, she’s gone. She goes her way and I go mine. All the gifts I give are returned, but her social status is set in stone. That’s all I am to them. They see the wealth and power and they use it to their advantage.”

He could hardly look me in the eye when he explained, but the words rang in your mind. “And then there was you. The girl who was already a staple in the mob world. I looked at you and the way you carried yourself and I thought, ‘now that’s a girl who can hold her own’. You already had status and power. I knew you were different, but I guess the romantic in me died one day. My love had an expiration date.”

“Chanyeol. Gifts are not the romantic part of dating. The thought behind them is. You knew I’ve always wanted to see Paris, so you took me there for my birthday. I told you I loved getting love notes so you send me texts throughout the day. You just stopped caring. You ignored me constantly, I’d even try to kiss you and you’d turn the other cheek. You didn’t think you’d be a good boyfriend, so you just gave up.”

Listening to what you had to say, Chanyeol started to understand what made you leave. He stood up from his chair and offered you his hand. “Let’s talk somewhere more private.” He said, knowing his men were right there on the other side of the door. He took me to his room down the hall, dismissing anyone who was in the area. He closed and locked the door behind you both and continued where you left off.

“Chanyeol… Why did you need to check up on me? I left you one last text saying it was over, but you still went out of your way to find out what I was up to.”

He thought to himself, trying to come up with a good answer but the truth prevailed. “Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. When we were together, I’d leave for work, I knew you were at home waiting for me and then one day, you weren’t. I didn’t have the sense of security that you would always be there. I had one of my associates follow you because that’s the only way I felt close to you.”

“That’s just it. I’m only around when I feel like I should be. I fight for things worth fighting for and I didn’t feel needed anymore. I just assumed you fell out of love.”

Chanyeol was clearly pained by your words. “Y/n, I can’t fall out of something I never knew I had. You were the first woman I’ve been with who actually said you loved me. But I just don’t know how to love you back.”

“Yes, you do. Or at least you did. When you and I first met, you were genuine and attentive. Those first several months were proof that you have the capability. You just can’t follow through.” You explained.

He sat on the edge of his bed, smiling to himself, shaking his head. “You have me all figured out and yet I’m surprised by you every single day.”

You walked closer and stood in front of him. “You’re more predictable than you think. You can’t just love someone immediately, you have to fall in love with them.” You lifted his chin, brushed the hair away from his face and peered down into his warm brown eyes.

“Can you teach me?” He asked. He was slowly returning back to the man who stole your heart a year ago. The one who would lie awake at night with you, placing soft kisses on your face. You cupped his cheeks and nodded, accepting his proposal.

“For starters, you’re very good at dominant, rough fucking. But you need to learn how to make love.” His eyes lit up as you spoke. “It’s about intimacy. You have to really know who you're climbing into bed with. Which is why I know you’ll fall to pieces… if I kiss you… right here.” Your lips pressed to his neck, just below his earlobe. Chanyeol sighed, relaxing his muscles. “See? You have to know exactly where to touch…” Your hands moved up his chest, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing the material out of the way. “And kiss…” Your lips continued down to his bare collar bones, leaving your mark on the sensitive skin.

“Your turn.” You straddled his hips, allowing his hands and lips to roam wherever.

His skilled hands had you both naked in seconds. He laid you out on the bed, kissing all over your chest. He pulled out his cock, stroking up and down your slit.

“Mmm~ Just like that, baby. Feel how wet I am for you. “ You purred.

Unable to take another minute of teasing, Chanyeol slid into you slowly, savoring your warm channel. You stretched around him, clinging to his strong back as he eased into you. Rather than pounding into you, Chanyeol glided in and out of you at the perfect pace. He held your leg up high, finding just the right angle to hit your g-spot with each thrust. He watched you arch beneath him and smirked. He knew just what to do to get you to your climax.

“C-Chanyeol. Baby, I’m so close.”

“Not yet. I want you to cum with me.” He thrusted a few more times until he arrived at the edge of his orgasm with you. Simotaniusly, you called out each others names in ecstasy. “Fuck, y/n! Oh, god. I love you...I love you so. Damn. much.”

After cooling down, Chanyeol’s confession still stuck with you, making the smile on your face widen. The romantic inside him was still alive and well. No matter how much he denies it, he’ll always have that part of him who is completely head over heels for you.

“So, does this mean you’ll come back?” He asked.

“Yes, but there are conditions.” You replied. “First, I’m not going to be some whithering housewife. I have a career and I’m not quitting anytime soon.”

“Agreed.” He said.

“Second, You really need to make an effort. I can’t keep leaving for you to realize that you want to be with me. I want to know that you love me as much as I love you.”

“...Agreed. I’m not losing you again. I had to pay my associate double to follow you around and he failed.”

You laughed and him and playfully slapped his chest. Chanyeol pulled you in close and ran his fingers through your hair gently, giving you a few kisses just like he did before. Only this time, his love didn’t have an expiration date.

THE END

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jennifersylvesters · 5 years

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not so subtle - part six

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x reader Word Count: 4.7k~ Warning: swearing, smut, potential angst? A/N: PLEASE READ. PLEASE PLEASE READ THIS NOTE! this part has smut in it so if you are not eighteen and older / not comfortable with smut, DO. NOT. READ. that being said, i understand that there are people out there that fall into those categories. i would never want to make anyone feel like a part is unaccessible to them, which is why there will be a “not so subtle” - part six [ clean-ish] version coming out as well. ( aka still keeping the swears but none of the hanky panky. ) for anyone curious as to why i didn’t just keep a clean-ish version: it’s mostly because i’ve never written smut before. i wanted to test my skills as a writer so if it’s not the best, i do apologize for that. anywhoo - like always, feedback is appreciated/loved aka start the new year off right and give it to me please.

A couple days after the Christmas disaster, you came to the conclusion that you were done with love. If the universe didn’t want you to have a boyfriend, fine by you. In fact, you didn’t need a man. You especially didn’t need Steven.

“You’re a fucking catch” Kimberly reassured you the next day after you explained what happened. “Steven would’ve been lucky to have you. But he’s a complete idiot.”

“I am a fucking catch” you sobbed into a tub of ice cream, wishing that if you said it enough you might finally believe it.

Who needed a relationship? Not you.

You decided that you could be one of those carefree girls who slept with whomever they wanted. They all looked relatively happy with no strings attached. You could totally do that, flouncing around from guy to guy without any worries. Feelings didn’t matter. If Harrison could do it so easily, why couldn’t you? Not that you were thinking of Harrison. Harrison who?

Romance was overrated, anyways.

You planned on putting this resolution into motion as soon as possible. What better time to start than with New Year’s Eve just around the corner?

It came as no surprise that Tom and Emma got tickets to an exclusive Vegas party for New Year’s Eve. Of course they invited you along, claiming there was no one better to join them in the festivities. Naturally you accepted their offer. Nothing sounded better than ringing in the new year in actual style.

Tom had been generous enough to set you up with your own room in the hotel. Even if he didn’t say it, you knew he felt bad about how your year had been. This was his attempt of doing you a solid. And it turns out, he wasn’t completely clueless when it came to nice hotel rooms.

You whistled as you opened the door to a pristinely white hallway. You parked your luggage near the entrance as walked into the actual living quarters. Holy shit. The space was massive complete with amenities beyond your imagination. It seemed tempting to just leave your college life behind and just live in this room forever.

Running your hand along the silky sheets of your bed, you grinned thinking how lucky you got to have a king size all to yourself. An enormous television was plastered to the wall right across from the bed, and you planned on lazing around with it on during your spare time.

A small living room arrangement was set up complete with a couch and a couple of sofa chairs. No surprise that Tom left a note saying you could have as many treats in the mini fridge as you wanted. Don’t mind if I do, Thomas.

The best part about the room as that you had a balcony view. As you stepped outside, you let out a whistle. It truly was a sight to behold. You glanced around taking in the sight of famous Vegas landmarks. The hotel included two chairs and a lounge couch on the balcony for your viewing pleasure. Not too shabby.

You spent the afternoon relaxing with Emma before the two of you got ready for the party. Even while Tom insisted on getting the group bottle service at the club, you didn’t want to go into the party completely sober. So you and your best friend lightly pregamed in preparation. Emma classily sipped on champagne while you occasionally chugged the most expensive bottle of wine the hotel offered. And while she didn’t approve of your plan of hooking up, Emma made sure to perfect your makeup and hair for you.

As the sun set and the city lights twinkled throughout the strip, the three of you headed up to the party. No surprise that your group was able to cut the line and quickly enter the club. Perks of having a famous friend.The loud music blared as Emma held onto your hand, not wanting to lose you in the crowd. Even with its exclusivity, so many bodies packed into the venue. Not that you were particularly bothered. The alcohol had kicked in and you felt completely relaxed.

It wasn’t until you heard Tom shouting out his best friend’s name that your mouth turned slightly downwards.

You hadn’t seen Harrison since that night, and you hadn’t been sure if you wanted to. What were you supposed to say? “Thanks for taking care of me before completely disappearing off my radar?” Hell no.

Swiveling around, you followed Emma as the two of you approached Tom and Harrison. No surprise that Harrison looked amazing wearing a crisp, dark shirt with the top couple buttons unfastened. When didn’t he look hot? You tried your best to pull yourself out of these thoughts. No. Absolutely not. You were not going to ever admit that he looked good again. These were the type of romantic thoughts that you wanted to avoid.

Harrison pulled Emma in for a hug and once he released her, he simply smiled and nodded at you. It was as if nothing happened at all.

You wondered if Harrison eventually told Tom about that night. A couple days after the incident, Tom persistently bugged you about why you left early during his party, curious about what transpired. And when he found out you supposedly had a new boyfriend, he tried to ask about Steven. A tiny part of him was sad you hadn’t progressed with Harrison, but he was mostly excited about you finally finding someone. Or so he thought.

It of course wasn’t his fault. He didn't know any better. So you told him how you were still single and choked out a fake laugh. Tom regretted asking, and both of you wished that the conversation never happened.

“Oh, look! There’s Greg!” Emma excitedly pointed out, pulling you out of your thoughts. You weren’t sure who she was referring to though her boyfriend did.

“We should go say hi!” Tom suggested as he took Emma’s hand in his.

“I don’t know who Greg is” you announced in a drunken haze, but it didn’t matter as you were pulled along. Greg was a nice enough fellow, but you found yourself bored with the conversation. Who cared about the formulation of publicity? Definitely not you. So you let go of Emma’s hand and made your way to the bar.

You ordered a cranberry vodka and put it on Tom's tab, sipping slowly through a straw as you looked into the crowd. It seemed like everyone was either on the dance floor or mingling amongst one another.

“Can I get a Guiness, mate?” a familiar voice asked behind you. Turning slightly, you bit down on the straw as you realized it was Harrison. He slipped his card to the bartender before thanking him and taking a swig of his beer. Feeling your gaze, he turned your way. “What?” His tone wasn’t aggressive or irritated; it was simply curious.

“What?” you mimicked him, though you found yourself sounding defensive.

“You’re staring, Lil Skunk. Just wanted to know what’s up with that.” It was harmless enough, but the comment caught you off guard.

The alcohol let your honesty flow out. “Surprised you don’t have some girl draped all over you, Lil Shit.”

He turned away from you, taking another sip. “Just keeping my options open.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, whatever.” You shook your head as you walked away, not noticing Harrison carefully watching you.

Throughout the rest of the night you stuck near Tom and Emma’s side. You spent a bit of time on the dance floor enjoying yourself with some brunette before Emma yanked you away when she felt he was getting too handsy with you. You informed her that it was the point of letting him grind up on you, but it was too late to get him back. And as midnight approached, you realized that people were beginning to scramble around.

Flirting was at an all time high, people claiming others with hand holding or draping their arms around one another. Everyone was trying to pair off before the countdown.

Who cares? That was what you kept repeating in your head. You hadn’t kissed anyone last year on New Year’s Eve, so why worry about it this year? Who cares? It wasn’t going to affect your life in any significant way possible. So who cares?

Fuck. You kinda cared.

You didn’t want to start off the new year alone. You didn’t want to have that tinge of jealousy about how adorable Tom and Emma looked or wish that you could have the same rapport with someone the same way Kimberly and Sarah did. And even if it was just a stranger that you made out with, at least you were putting yourself out there for once.

All you needed to do was be completely carefree like you wanted. The plan was easy enough. You just had to do was kiss someone. Anyone.

Except you didn’t particularly want to do it the same way strangers in the club were doing. This wasn’t supposed to be a grab and go scenario. It had to be someone you at least knew. You pondered if Greg could be a viable choice, but the idea was dismissed once you looked around and spotted Greg holding on to the waist of a blonde. Thanks for nothing, Greg.

There’s always Harrison. The idea whispered in the back of your mind, reminding you it was a possibility. You didn’t like that small voice, but at the moment it wasn’t wrong.

What was the worst that could happen? Well he could say no or shove you off. But rejection was something you were used to. It was worth a shot, and you had enough bravery in your system right at that moment.

So you threw back the last of your drink before slamming it on a table. The search for Harrison was on. As the DJ shouted that only a minute remained, you dashed around trying to find him. C’mon c'mon. The one time you wanted to actually see him, and you were struggling harder than ever.

“Thirty seconds, folks!” the DJ announced right as you spotted Harrison. You began pushing through the crowd, muttering “excuse me” and “coming through”. The liquid courage cheered you on, telling you to do the unthinkable. And with only a couple seconds to spare, you were glad yet surprised that no girls surrounded him.

Three!

“Osterfield!”

Two!

“Hmm?” he turned around to the sound of your voice, raising an eyebrow. You felt the warmth from the alcohol encouraging you. It was now or never. You quickened your pace, rushing over to Harrison.

One!

You grabbed his face and pulled the boy in towards you. Your lips crashed against his, eyes squeezing shut. And just as you were about to release him, you felt his arms wrap around your waist pulling you in. The kiss continued and only broke off when you needed air.

Breathing heavily, you looked at the Brit. He scanned your face, looking for something; you weren’t sure what. Only seconds later did his lips reconnect with yours. It was an overwhelming sensation, his hands roaming all over your body while he began to kiss your neck. As he trailed down, you heard yourself let out a low moan, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck” he hissed and you opened your eyes to take in the sight of disheveled Harrison, lips swollen. Despite the loud celebration going on all around, you focused on him. Only him. He looked at you expectantly, swallowing nervously. You pulled out of his embrace and for a second he looked disappointed. It wasn’t until you took his hand in yours that he broke out into a small smile. Even with the chaos surrounding, you pushed through the crowd and led him to the elevators.

Despite the alcohol in your system, you started to feel your nerves on edge. Your heart was pounding so loud that you paid no mind to the drunken shouts around the lobby. All you could hear was your own heart thumping and eventually the ‘ding’ of the elevator.

The two of you surprisingly were the only two in the lift. It made you even more nervous, with nothing to distract you from the boy still holding your hand tightly.

When you stopped at your room, you let go of his hand to find your key card. There wasn't much in your bag yet you fumbled with the miscellaneous items, unable to find the pass. You knew you had it, but your hands shook from the jitters in your stomach. Where had you put it? It was embarrassing enough that you threw yourself at him, but now you couldn’t even properly hook up? How to hook up 101: be more prepared than this mess.

He placed his hand on yours and when you looked up at him, he just smiled and nodded his head towards the right. Oh. Of course Tom got his best friend a room as well. Obviously. Harrison took your hand and guided you towards his room only a couple doors down. And even though his room wasn’t far, you liked that he intertwined his fingers with yours. He scanned his key card, letting you into the room but keeping his hand locked with yours.

His room was similar to yours except a couple of decoration details. When you turned to tell him that, he caught you off guard by kissing you immediately. He let the door shut by itself, continuously kissing you until you found yourself backed up against the wall. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and you felt him grinning into your kisses.

He took this as approval to lean in closer, hands beginning to wander. This was all unfamiliar territory, and he had every intention of exploring all of you.

You whimpered at his touch, unused to this sensation. But when his hand cupped your breast, you found your body tensing up.

He pulled away, frantically glancing at you. His hands immediately moved from your body. “Sorry, is this-I didn’t mean to-” Harrison apologized, clearly concerned about your wellbeing.

You shook your head and apologized to him, wishing that you could’ve played it cool instead of tensing up. You reminded yourself that you wanted to be casual and carefree. So why were you panicking?

“We don’t- We don’t have...If you don’t want this, tell me and we can stop” he reminded you.

And there it was. Harrison in all his soft glory was concerned about you more than you ever expected. It was those blue eyes staring down at you, hoping for a yes but knowing he wouldn’t do anything if you said no. There was something about him in that moment that had you understanding why you couldn’t get him off your mind.

So you cupped his face gently in your hands and softly kissed him. When you pulled away, there were those ocean eyes still asking for permission, waiting for you to voice your answer. “I want this” you confirmed as you nodded your head. He closed his eyes for a second, as if to savor the moment, before he smiled and pressed his lips against yours once more.

Your reply was all he needed to understand he could continue. He lifted you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He continued kissing you, one hand around your waist while the other gripped your ass tight until he got to the bed. He laid you down gently before peppering kisses along your jaw. Your eyes shut, enjoying the sensation of him showering you with affection. When he stopped, they opened to see Harrison unbuttoning his shirt. He discarded it to the side, and your breath hitched.

It was as if Harrison was nothing short of magic, gazing down on you as if you were the only person in the world that mattered. Without thinking, you hands pressed against his chest in awe. You had seen his abs before but not this way.

You blushed upon realizing what you did, pulling your hands back. He chuckled and took them in his as if to say it was alright. He kissed both palms before hovering above your body.

You heart raced as he slowly trailed kisses down your chest. As he moved down, he kept one hand on your breast as he gently massaged it. Hearing you moan out to his touch, he began caressing it rougher. “Do you like that?” Of course he knew the answer but he wanted to hear it from you. All you could do was nod in response.

He pushed up the hem of your dress and you could feel his warm breath on your legs. You shivered as he kissed your inner thighs, taking his time with you. He sucked on your skin knowing this would leave marks, and you bit down on your lip. “Are you mine, love?” he asked before nipping at your skin once more. This time a nod wasn’t enough for him. He looked up at you expectantly, a cheeky smile on his face. You managed to croak out a yes, to which he praised you for being such a good girl for him. You bit down harder as you felt him tug off your underwear.

Your heartbeat stilled for a moment, feeling his breath on your core. As his tongue licked along your slit, you let out a short gasp. He seemed to revel in your reaction, pushing his tongue into you and getting a proper taste.

This wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to satisfy every part of your inner desires. Starting off with one finger, he slowly inserted it inside you as your walls tightened. He began pushing in and out, causing you to grip his hair. You heard him mutter how amazing you were, how he couldn’t get enough. He slipped in another finger and proceeded to speed up his pace. He added his tongue, circling it along your folds.

You couldn’t help but squirm as he sucked on your clit, getting off on watching you become a mess. His voice murmured for you to behave for him, be a good girl. Yet it was difficult for you to focus with his fingers pumping in and out of you so vigorously. You moaned out his name, and something about it triggered him intensely. He gripped your hip tightly as he licked your folds dipping in and out as your breathing became more rugged.

“Are you gonna come for me, darling?” he coaxed, curling his fingers inside of you. You cried out his name once more, gripping his hair as he continued to tease you. Your toes curled as you could feel it coming. He pumped his fingers into you faster, hitting your g-spot repeatedly until at last you found your release. Letting go of your grip on his hair you whimpered as the rhythm of his fingers slowed, letting you ride out your orgasm.

He wasn’t done with you yet. As he kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his pants, you followed suit. You pushed off your heels and shimmied out of your dress, tossing it aside without thought. All you cared about was Harrison who wandered towards the night stand where he pulled out a condom packet. He let his boxers drop to the ground, and you found yourself sinking further into the bed upon looking at this length.

Harrison rolled the condom over his girth, tossing the package to the side. Your heartbeat sped up as he hovered above you once more. He paused, taking in your nervous expression. He ran his hand along your cheek, and you leaned into his touch; it was as if to say you were ready. He smiled as he placed a kiss upon your forehead.

Without a word, he gestured for you to lie back down as he positioned himself. He teased your entrance, rubbing his member against your folds. You whimpered, eager for his cock. He slid into you when you mewled out a please, unable to contain himself any longer.

He thrust into you slowly at first, groaning at your tightness. Despite cumming earlier, you weren’t prepared for his size. As your body began to relax, Harrison picked up his pacing pushing his cock in faster. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, grunting deeply with every thrust. His touch was becoming rougher, yet you craved more. Your nails clawed his back as he pounded into you while cursing out praises.

“Fuck, baby, you’re amazing” he hissed as he sucked on your neck. He would change up the pace, slowly pulling out of you before thrusting in you quickly causing you to utter out expletives with how good he was. He showed no signs of slowing down, and you understood how much of a difference it truly made to have someone who knew exactly what they were doing. You gently panted, toes curling again as he hoisted one of your legs up. You could feel yourself reaching climax and with a final thrust, you seem to fall to pieces. “Fuck, Harrison” you moaned. He grunted as he came, elbow propping to keep himself up. He slowly pulled out of you and tied off the condom, tossing it into the nearby waste basket.

You laid there breathing heavily as Harrison rolled over to the right and onto his side. You heard him murmur your name, and you slowly turned towards him. Harrison eyed your hand as he begun moving his own. He gently tapped each finger along the mattress, slowly inching his hand towards yours. He paused and looked you in the eyes, almost as if asking permission. You nodded your head and he gently took your hand in his. As he rubbed your palm with his thumb, you studied his face.

He smiled at you, shy and nervous. This wasn’t the Harrison you were used to. This boyish charm was making you melt that you couldn’t help but brush you lips against his. When you pulled away, you heard him ruggedly mutter “no” before kissing you once again.

So this was why girls kept coming back to Harrison. It was the rough yet tender moments that left you wanting more. Even now you weren’t sure if anyone else would ever compare.

And you didn’t want to let go of this moment. This Harrison - the one who kissed your nose and laughed as you scrunched your face - this was the Harrison you so desperately wanted to keep forever. It was this Harrison who held you tightly and pressed his lips against your shoulder that you adored. You weren’t sure you could ever give up of this sensation.

“What?” you asked nervously as the two of you rested next to one another. Harrison propped himself up with his back on the headboard, looking down at you.

He studied your face, making you feel self-conscious. Had your makeup smeared? Did you not look as great as before? Worries filled your head, anxious of what faults he could find. The next thing you knew his hand was gently tracing your features, smiling as it settled on your cheek. “It’s nothing. I’m just...I like it here with you, love” he reassured you.

Your breath hitched hearing your favorite nickname, and you were once again swept up in the moment. How could you not be? You sat up and straddled his lap, kissing him deeply.

“Say it again.” You couldn’t get enough of his voice calling out that nickname as if you were the only person who mattered.

“What? Addicted to me now?” You rolled your eyes as he let out a chuckle. “I like it here with you, love” he repeated. “I like all of this. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you, darling.” It caused your heart to swell, bursting out into a wide grin before kissing him roughly. And with fervor eagerness, he pulled you in close ready to explore your body once more.

Even with Harrison laying beside you, it still felt unreal. You could touch his soft face and felt his arm draped around your waist, but you kept having to remind yourself that it wasn’t a dream.

So you got your wish of hooking up with someone for New Years Eve. You managed to do it with Harrison of all people. You wanted this. You really did. But not this way.

You knew Harrison. You knew the beautiful women who practically threw themselves at him only to be relegated to a one night stand or referred to as “just a friend”. You knew how he would give them his attention, but they were never capable of becoming his. And now you understood why some of them were satisfied with just being a fling.

And you knew yourself. You knew how much of an idiot you could be around men, how easily you gave away your heart in hopes of finding romance. Just a bit of affection and you were putty in their hands.

You wanted someone to be all in with you. As much as you wanted a carefree attitude about relationships, it would never happen. You craved love and the idea of someone being so infatuated with you that they couldn’t get enough. And as much as you wished the impossible, you knew it wouldn’t be with Harrison. What occurred in the bedroom was nothing short of spectacular, but it wasn’t going to last outside of it like you hoped.

Hearing him lightly snore, you slowly slipped out of the covers. It took all of your strength to ignore the feeling of staying in bed when you felt his arm slightly tighten around you. You sucked in your breath, waiting until his grip softened and then slid out of the bed. Slowly you tiptoed around as you collected your clothing and put them on. Checking your purse, you managed to find your key card before taking one last glance back at Harrison.

He looked so peaceful, arm still sprawled out in the spot where you once rested. You would’ve given anything for him to wake up and tell you to stay. But he was sound asleep lost in his dreams.

You couldn’t help but tiptoe back to his side once more, pressing a kiss against his messy hair. Hearing him mumble your name as he smiled in his sleep almost convinced you to stay.

Almost.

Instead you shuffled away and back to the entryway of his room. You slowly opened the door to decrease the sound of creaking before gently pulling the door behind you. And as you walked back to your room, you wondered if Harrison would ever settle down. Would he ever find someone he liked enough that he wouldn’t think of anyone else besides her? Did you want to be that person? ...Maybe.

As you entered your room, the excitement of having a spacious place to yourself was gone. Instead you just felt lonely. There was no one to enjoy the balcony view with, no one to eat snacks with, and no one to watch late night television with you. You threw your heels to the side before changing out of your clothes and into pajamas. Yanking the bed sheets from their tucked corners so you could get comfortable, you nestled underneath the covers letting the plethora of pillows surround you.

You wondered if Harrison was still peacefully sleeping or if he noticed that you left already. Would he question where you went or if you planned on coming back? Or would he be relieved he didn’t need to kick you out of his room like the rest of his female companions?

And as drowsiness crept in, you couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for the two of you. Would he look at you the same way - still just Lil Skunk - or would he view you with newly discovered amazement in his eyes that he had in the bedroom? You wanted the latter, for him to look at you the way he looked at you all night. But then again, you knew that was wishful thinking.

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part seven

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missmeikakuna · 5 years

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Chad and the Incel Chapter 8

Rated: M

Fandom: Original Fiction (but inspired by the Virgin vs Chad meme)

Relationship type: Male/Male with a bit of Female/Female (the lesbians are adorable, btw) and unrequited Male/Female (in other words, the guys are bisexual).

Description: Chad is, well, a Chad, or at least he looks like one. He’s got his sights set on the cool nerd Becky and enlists the help of her shy incel ex-friend Noah, offering to help him get the gorgeous girl (Stacy) he desperately wants. Noah is reluctant to help, believing that he will be stuck in inceldom forever, but Chad’s interest in his life gives him hope. When their plans go awry, they start turning their romantic attention towards each other.

Content Warning: Given the subject matter, you can guess that this story has dark themes in it, such as suicide and self-harm (plus the mental health issues that often cause them), sexism, slut-shaming homophobia, biphobia and transphobia. There is also swearing and some mentions of sex but nothing too explicit (hence the M rating as opposed to an Explicit rating).

8th Post: [LifeFuel] My crush likes me back

Noah rapidly raised and dropped his laptop, standing up and turning away from it. After remembering the price of the thing, he checked it for damages. Upon seeing no problems, he sighed and sat back down.

He put his headphones back on and played the game again. All the cartoonish gun sounds couldn’t drown out the voice in the back of his mind.

What’s with you lately?

He chose to ignore the voice but it only got louder, and as it got louder it pushed him to play harder, firing at everyone. Yes, even his teammates. He wasted bullets on players that couldn’t be harmed by him.

After his team lost the game, he slammed the headphones against the desk. Once again, he sheepishly checked for any damages and found none.

He leaned against the back on his chair and looked up at the ceiling.

The voice had disappeared but was replaced with an image of Chad smirking on the ceiling. He scowled at the image in his mind, only to swallow air when it was replaced with Chad’s fish-out-of-water face.

‘You’re… hot…’

Noah felt a twinge in his heart and throbbing down below. His shoulders became heavy as he unzipped his pants. As per usual, he pictured smoke rising from his hand and tried to ignore it.

After washing his hands, he picked up his phone, scrolled through the contacts and almost deleted Chad’s. His thumb hovered over the screen until he decided to keep it. The voice came back.

You should get a picture of him for the contact.

The thought put even more weight onto his shoulders. As if he was going to do that. It wasn’t like he missed him all that much.

He lied down on his bed, staring at the screen and trying to avoid the contacts app, though naturally his eyes kept going back to that little address book.

He groaned. ‘Fine,’ he hissed to himself. He sent Chad a message.

How are you? Been a while.

Chad replied surprisingly quickly, causing Noah to fumble with his phone after almost dropping it in shock.

Yeah, it has. I’ve been good. I need to go to bed soon so I’ll talk to you at school.

Chad kept his promise and chatted to him during class. At first, the conversation was slow and awkward, both boys trying to tiptoe around the issue of Chad calling Noah hot.

The conversation began to centre around sports, with Chad trying to convince Noah to watch one football game, something Noah had not done since he was eight. He reluctantly agreed on the condition that he watch Chad play first.

At football practice that afternoon, Noah leaned forward with his hands maintaining a strong grip on the metal bar in front of the bleachers. His eyes never left Chad as the player threw the ball with one of his muscular arms.

When practice ended, Noah congratulated Chad on doing well before sneaking out of the bleachers and shuffling to his car. On his way home, he saw a little NFL shop about to close for the day.

He rushed in and bought a generic poster with the NFL logo and a picture of a football. At home he blu-tacked the poster on the wall behind his bed’s headboard.

He went onto his laptop and looked for ways to torrent NFL games. Instead of studying he ended up watching one and a half games until he fell asleep. His eyes subconsciously sought out the most handsome players and he even found a guy who looked like Chad.

During the moments the players stopped, fantasies danced around his mind about what Chad would do with him in that uniform of his. At first, these fantasies were purely carnal, though they gradually changed into something a little different.

For instance, he imagined Chad running to the bleachers to kiss him after scoring a touchdown. He thought of the boy training him in football, complimenting his skills. He even made up a scenario in which he tended to Chad’s injuries.

After that last daydream, one question popped into his head.

The fuck is wrong with you?

He woke up late in the morning but couldn’t bring himself out of bed. He just lied there thinking about what those fantasies meant, what any fantasy he’d ever had about a guy meant. It wasn’t like he was gay. As much as women frustrated him to the point of stirring hatred within him, he still wanted them. No, he needed them.

His heart leapt in shock and something that totally wasn’t joy when he heard his phone buzz. It was a message from Chad.

Where are you?

Noah spent half a minute coming up with an excuse.

Sick.

Chad replied with some sad emojis like the normie he was.

I’ll meet you after school to check up on you.

Noah groaned.

You want to catch something?

Chad’s response sent a wave of warmth throughout Noah’s body.

I don’t, but I’ll feel worse if I don’t see for myself that you’re okay.

Noah smiled as he got up and made himself a meal he had learnt how to make from an anime. After finishing off his lunch, he went back onto his laptop and debating (or, to be more accurate, arguing) with someone on an anime forum.

Chad did what he said he was going to do, and quicker than expected. When Noah opened the door for him, Chad asked him how he was.

Noah coughed. ‘Good. I feel better now. You wait in my room and I’ll make us some coffee. You okay with having it black?’

‘Yeah, but aren’t you still sick? I should make it.’

‘It’s fine, really.’ Noah nudged him into his room.

Chad spun around on the chair by the desk. As he stopped the chair, his hand slipped on the mouse, moving it enough to wake the laptop from its screensaver mode. A tab showed a forum debate entitled ‘Are Traps Gay?’

When Noah entered the room with two cups of coffee, Chad asked him, ‘What are traps? I’m guessing you’re not talking about stuff used for hunting, unless hunting’s a gay activity now.’ This caused Noah to spill some of the coffee as he slammed the mugs on the desk.

‘N-none of your business.’ Chad took out his phone. ‘Wait!’ Noah shouted as he closed the door behind him. He whispered, ‘Okay, so, uh, in anime there are these guys called ‘traps’ who look like girls.’

Chad joined him in speaking with a hushed voice. ‘Sounds like an insult.’

‘H-how?’

‘Well, a trap means you’re, I don’t know, tricking someone, right? Are these anime dudes who look like chicks tricking people or something? Or is the word a coincidence or something like that?’

‘Well, uh, no, I mean, I think the word comes from that, but, uh…’ Noah looked around the room for a way to change the subject but found nothing. The whispering ended. ‘It-It’s a compliment nowadays!’

‘Really? Doesn’t sound like one,’ Chad said as he shrugged his shoulders.

‘The question isn't really about those guys anyway, so it doesn’t matter if they’re ‘tricking’ you or not. It’s more about if you’re gay for liking them. They’re, uh, popular with dudes.’

‘Sounds pretty gay to me.’

‘It’s not! Absolutely not! You think some faggot would be into anime characters who look like girls? No, it’s the realm of the straight men. Only straight men can appreciate these beauties.’

Chad stood up and leaned closer to Noah. ‘So you’re into dudes?’

‘No, it doesn’t count, it doesn’t-’

‘Would you fuck a real-life guy in a dress?’

‘Uh… n-no…’

Chad smirked as some mysterious, much more confident force possessed him and made words he never expected to say spew from his mouth. Perhaps it was Noah’s relatable nervousness that made him feel oddly safe. He put his hand between Noah’s shoulder and his neck, lightly rubbing the area.

‘Would you fuck me if I looked like a girl?’

Noah didn’t respond, at least verbally. He just stared at Chad, who leaned closer and drank in the delicious sound of his heartbeat.

The stare lasted a good twenty or so seconds before their bodies joined together in a heated kiss. As Noah panted with desire, the zest of ginger and the scent of honey from his lunch lit up Chad’s mind, as did his partner’s heartbeat, which continued to get louder and faster. Chad’s heart and breaths quickly matched him as he held his cheeks, his thumbs stroking the hair in front of his ears. He continued kissing him even as he started becoming more aware of what he was doing, as any fear he could possibly feel was replaced with the endorphins he usually got playing football.

Part of him had expected an overly slobbery kiss, so he grinned when he noticed that this wasn’t the one he was having. Noah’s lips were a little rough but Chad enjoyed every inch of them. Noah’s skin was hot and, in contrast with his lips, soft.

He pushed Chad onto the chair and stuck his tongue in his mouth, reaching for the taller man’s coat to take it off. Chad shivered at this sudden display of dominance and helped him fling off the coat. Noah only let go of him to turn on the CD player and soon the sounds of their kiss were hidden under the swelling of a boisterous symphony. They moved to the bed, grasping at each other’s clothes to remove them as quickly as possible.

The air was filled with heavy breaths that gradually slowed down. The duo felt almost sick from the smell of the room. The CD player finished its current track before Noah turned it off. He turned until his back was facing Chad, who placed his hand on the shorter man’s hip.

‘How was it?’ he murmured. Noah shrugged, refusing to look at him and yet again focusing on his own hands as if smoke was emanating from them. ‘That bad, huh? Sorry, I’m new to this. That was my first time.’

Noah rolled back with the speed of a tumble dryer. ‘The fuck are you talking about? There’s no way you were a virgin. What about all those girls that throw themselves at you?’

‘What girls?’

Noah stared at Chad like the man was high. Chad stroked his hip with his thumb as he said, ‘And besides, even if I did sleep with girls, it’s not like that would prepare me to sleep with a guy. I doubt many girls would be interested in doing what you…’ He laughed nervously.

Noah covered his eyes with his bangs. ‘Oh. Yeah. Speaking of which, are you… sore?’

Chad shifted his butt on the bed. ‘A little. Maybe we should have done more prep.’ He reached underneath the sheets and pulled out a bottle. ‘This is pretty good stuff, though. And the condoms… why’d you have these on you?’

Noah gulped, staring at the ceiling, then the door, anything to prevent him from having to look at Chad.

‘In… in case I needed to use them… with a girl. I bought them when you made me think for a second that maybe I could actually get a girl.’

Chad sighed. ‘Yeah, so, uh, what exactly are we? I mean, are we… what’s it called… bisexual?’

Noah pulled the sheets up despite showing no shame a few minutes earlier. ‘No way,’ he said with a shake of the head like a dog leaving a bath. ‘This is… fucked. I shouldn’t have… we shouldn’t have… Let’s just forget about this. It never happened, alright?’

Chad dropped the bottle and looked down at the sheets with a frown. ‘Was I really that bad? Or couldn’t you picture me as a girl? Maybe you are straight after all-’

‘You were fine!’ Noah snapped. ‘And I didn’t imagine you as a girl. You were… okay. It felt good.’ He looked at the evidence of this: the condom in the bin. ‘It’s just that… my first time wasn’t supposed to be ‘okay’.’

‘What’d you expect it to be like? It’s not like either of us are very experienced.’

‘I don’t know. Just better. It almost feels like nothing happened. I mean, for Christ’s sake, I lost my virginity! That’s a big deal, isn’t it? It’s not like I can undo it.’ Noah tightened his grip on his sheets until his knuckles turned white. ‘So why don’t I feel any different?’

With another sigh Chad turned around and got off the bed. Unsure how to reply to that question, he asked Noah where the bathroom was but, before Noah could answer, they heard a knock on the door.

‘Noah, are you decent?’ a feminine voice called out.

‘No!’

‘Well hurry up and get dressed. Family meeting.’

Noah looked from side to side in thought before shoving Chad in the closet and pulling the quilt over the sheets to hide the evidence. He picked up the clothes he wore from before and threw Chad’s clothes into the closet.

‘Family meeting? Since when do we have those?’

‘We do now! Your father and I can’t decide on dinner.’

Noah pulled his jeans up, trying to ignore the sudden stickiness of his underwear. ‘Well, decide for yourself! You don’t need me.’ Chad felt his heart twist but he focused on his task of putting clothes on while cramped in a closet. Noah threw a shirt on and opened the door just a little, not so much as to show what was on his bed.

His mother pinched her nose. ‘What’s that smell?’

‘Nothing! I’m sure it’s nothing.’

After hearing the door slam shut, Chad made his way out of the closet, picked up his bag and coat and snuck out of the room. He tiptoed through the living room. He locked eyes with Noah, who gave him a deer in the headlights look. His parents turned their heads and Chad ducked down behind the couch, holding his breath. His heart sped up as he crawled to the door. He looked at Noah one last time and put his hand on the door.

Noah looked in the opposite direction and yelled, ‘Did you see that? Mittens just jumped for no reason!’ Chad opened the door. ‘I think she saw a mouse!’ Chad closed the door behind him and slowly exhaled.

Once the family meeting ended, Noah took to Incels.me and discovered that the website was gone. He was fuming when he learned that it was taken down. He searched around for a replacement and quickly found one. He joined it under a new username and began to write, changing Chad from a ‘he’ to an unnamed ‘she’.

Rotcel2003- [LifeFuel] My crush likes me back

Well, this is only half life fuel. On the one hand, I just slept with my crush. It was fairly good, and she’s pretty hot, but it wasn’t life-changing. It kind of makes me question why I was so obsessed with losing my virginity. Is this really the life of an ascended incel? I don’t know.

I can’t help but wonder if it was worth doing stuff with her. I mean, what kind of femoid would be into me? She clearly has low standards to date a sub-3 like me. And it’s even weirder when you consider that it started with us talking about anime. She doesn’t even watch anime! Plus, we were talking about traps, not exactly prime normie material.

So yeah, I’m conflicted.

When Noah went back onto the post, he was shocked at the influx of replies calling him a bluepilled cuck and saying he was bragging. Someone even accused him of being a normie trying to pass himself off as an incel.

It was that night when Chad decided to look up this whole incel thing. He came across the same forum Noah visited and saw a post about a discussion of anime ‘traps’ leading to sex.

His fish-out-of-water eyes returned.

#chad vs incel #chad x incel #bisexual #incel #romance #drama #original fiction #breaking stereotypes #lesbian #Chad and the Incel

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gensou-no-toshokan · 7 years

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I love your writing so much!! For the prompts can I request "Don't make me come over there myself" and are you still taking the nsfw prompts?

Technically I’m always open to them, so don’t worry.

Note: The actual line is not on this, but the idea behind it is.

Everything was blurry around her, except for him.

Come to think of it everything around felt like that, even herself: the sheets around them were raspy-looking as if they were and even though they felt like silk.

Then there’s his weight on top of hers, it’s the only thing that feels completely real; the way his hot skin brushed and slapped against hers, his muscles contracting and straining with sweat, his hands gripping her from below tightly the talons digging into her skin.

Then there’s his expression.

He always makes a point to hide it from her and pretty much everyone, even when they’re were like this, he hides on the crook of her neck, and even when they fully faced one another, the way he strained to always stay utterly in control it scares her at times.

But right now she can see him completely open: his parted lips that allowed the moans and curses come out clearly, there’s abluish tint that has spread all over his cheeks and nose and he strains to keep his eyes open.

That’s how Nina knows this is a dream.

It happened again, she thought plopping herself down on the bed and wished she could disappear in between the sheets, and maybe if she tried hard enough she would manage.

But the aching between her legs, pulsating and demanding release, the sleek patches on her underwear and her tingling all over would still be there afterwards.

His lips are soft, much softer than she thought they would be.

She looked up to the window and saw the moon was still up there in the sky and groaned on the pillow; if she didn’t sleep well tonight she would be doing a lousy job tomorrow…

His wings cover them both and every time they brush against her skin they both moan

Her fingers dogged into the pillow, forcing,attempting of not ending the job herself.

The hot and throbbing flesh inside of her, his weight and his kisses… it’s too much…

But it did nothing to erase the ghost feeling of her dreams.

“Everything seems to be the same as the last time I checked you.” Rita said without looking at her.

“Mine…”

-----

“Thank you, Rita.” She said trying to will down the knot that it had been on her throat since the beginning ofher ‘appointment’. “I just felt like I was coming down with a fever.”

“Any chance to get a look of dragon folk biology is as good as any, even if you’re not full blood.” She spoke taking off her gloves.

“Uh… still, thank you, is there anything I can get for you as thanks?” She asked and Rita only shrugged as usual muttering something about her paying her tab, and as Nina was about to walk out of the door Rita spoke:

“Nina.”

“Yes?” She said and when she turned Rita was infront of her, a flask of herbs in hand.

“Next time you fear you another fever, make tea with these and make sure to chew on the roots,” She said before Nina could ask. “Don’t go overboard because these are expensive, but don’t be too stingy either it’s cheaper and safer than the alternative; it will help you… regulate your cycles.”

Before this moment she could never think that words alone could open a chasm below her feet and made her want to jump down it to avoid this talk.

“W-what things are you saying?!” She yelled feeling honest to god smoke flaring off her body, and didn’t need a mirror to know her face was beet red.

“Tch, I’m saying that if you have any plans of having an active life you should take precautions… usually I wouldn’t bother with long-living races like yourself and…” She stopped talking and Nina swore there was a tingle on her eyes. “Anyhow…you guys are like ticking clocks and have very specific conditions for any seasonal fever, but unpredictable human genetics tend to throw these cycles all over the chart, so stop being an idiot and take them.” She said pushing the flask inside her pouch

Nina swore she must have looked like a zombie the entire way back home, she ignored people’s greetings or asking her some random things and when she reached her apartment, it had been a week since she moved from Bacchus carriage.

Exactly the day after their encounter.

He eyed carefully Rita’s expression when he dropped the bag in front of her.

It was modest enough; there was a bed, a cabinet and a table, she left Rita’s idea for a gift on the top shelf … is not like she would have much use for them anytime soon.

-----

Pretending that he had not tied it loose on purposeso the gold coins spilled on her table.

“I suppose I can finally say your tab is payed.” She said picking it up and he had to suppress a sigh at her unimpressed face, he supposed that was expecting too much from her. “But I’m short on change at the moment.”

“Keep all of it.” He said with a hand wave, gold and jewels were worthless in Hell, power was the only true currency. “What?” He asked when she noticed her suspicious stare.

“Should I expect to be cursed from this?” She asked, and he had to suppress the urge to face palm.

“Think whatever you want, zombie, none of my business,”He said, feeling his eye twitch. “I’m not trying to be generous or anything, I hate to be indebted to people, I would pay for the drunkard’s life supply of alcohol if that kept them and their bounty hunters off my back for the next couple of centuries.”

“So, you went and fact checked.” Rita said and he had to school his annoyance now, this girl had always been too smart for her own good, he stole a glance to the stairs he knew led to the attic, there was enough space up there to make for a good enough living space if the zombie girl kicked her pets out of the place.

Enoughfor one person to live.

“Nina’s not here.” Rita spoke again and he tried to dissimulate his choking noises into a cough.

“I wasn’t going to ask about that girl.” He said and almost bite his tongue off while doing so.

“She’s still in Anatae though.” She said and this time he felt his whole body shake with relief, but he still refused to let itall out.

“Good for her.”

“That’s anawfully impersonal way to refer to your current mate.”

His wings itched when she started talking, and were fully displayed when she finished saying that word and it left him retching for air while the appendages fluttered wildly filling the room with feathers.

“Are you really ‘making amends’ or just a convenient excuse to meet with her?” She said, mockery obvious in her voice, Azazel was torn in between denying her claims and ask how did she got such ideas. “I bet you had a pleasant surprise visiting Bacchus.”

“…Where is she then?”…Stupid, stupid lowly body of his, performing such a shameful betrayal, it still wasn’t as bad as the cold judging eyes she regarded him with.

“Tch… Find her yourself.” She said and started to use the broom or his feathers, making clear her intent to ignore him.

When Nina opened her door that morning she expected to find the landlady complaining about paying her rent or maybe a compensationfor breaking the cabinet door past week.

Azazel did nothing except walk away and slammed the door as hard as he could.

----

She did not expect to find Azazel standing at the other side.

And of course she allowed way too much time to pass in between deciding what to say, or if she should just slam the door on his face because she noticed that his hand was resting against the hinges.

Unless she wanted to pay for property damage too, she was stuck with him.

“You…” he started and Nina could only imagine that his mind was going through a bunch of accusations against her and braced herself against them. “…said you wanted this.” He said instead.

The accusation was still there, but seeing his hand turned into a fist and his pursed lips made her wonder how much was he holding right now.

“I did…” But it was now clear that what exactly she wanted was a little different from what he expected. “But afterwards I felt…”

‘Doubts’ She kept that word for herself and instead considered if to closethe door for them to talk in the hallway or inside the room, but she discarded the this one in a second: both of them in any enclosed space was a big no; but on the other hand other tenants and even the people of the tavern downstairs were listening now, some of them even pretending to chat near them or drink empty glasses.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He spat out and he punched the doorframe slightly making it tremble a bit and she was about yell him about it when she looked at his eyes it brought memories.

Namely the way his body had brought her to howling release more than once.

“Can we please not do this here?” She said in a whisper and averting her eyes from his, noticing how the cracking sound ofthe wood under his grip had resonated all over thr place and people were shamelessly staring at them now.

“Fine,” He said and the weight of his stare was off her body, but before she could feel anyrelief he spoke again:

“What are you doing here?” He asked without turning or standing up from his position, he would not acknowlodge her more than necessary.

“Good riddance.”

----

“I got scared.”

Hearing those words, he almost did turn except that she beat him to the punch and sat next to him instead.

“…Because I’ve never done those things before and I didn’t know what to do.” She said and from the corner of his eye he couldn’thelp but notice her pink tresses.

So he had been right and she had been thrown out of her depth, still…

“You didn’t act as if you were scared when you were with me.” Rather she seemed to enjoy his attentions at its fullest; her heated skin, the desperate noises she made and kisses on his body were forever burned on his memory.

“After… I felt…” She continued and trailed off and he had to grip the stone under his hand to not pry an answer off her by force; it had never done any good when coming to her. “Sorry I lied… It wasn’t anything you did.”

This time he did turn to face her and the way she was deep in thought caught him off guard, what was she talking about?

“…You said…” She said and her face was becoming very red again.

‘Say you’re mine…’

“Don’t.” He interupted her and he felt like craddling his face on his hands, or punching himself in the gut, either one worked. “I was just caught up in the moment.”

It grated him to make himself look so… unhinged, but it was better than portraying himself as a poor little sap uncapable of handling an encounter between two consenting parties without any civility.

So, he lied.

“I’m sorry, I… used you, I wanted to feel better about… you know.” She started and she scooted closer to him, her pinky barely brushed against his hand. “…I wanted fun, a distraction and…”

He had to breath through his nose the bitterness and anger, even after death he was still screwing things up for him.

“And I was there, I offered it myself, so no need to wallow on self-pity over trivial matters.” He said waving his hand, waning to put space between them.

“If you knew… why did you allow it?” She asked and this time she placed her hand on his thigh and closed in even more the little idiot.

“I was bored, and had not gotten any for some time now.” He forced an arrogant smile and she puffed her cheeks in response, he had to quench down the urge to squish her face and kiss her senseless.

But he would never indulge in those feelings again.

“Tonight, if you want to… I think I’m over my fear-mmhp” He crashed his mouth against her before the she finished talking and helped her put her arms and legs around him, her weight sagging against his body.

“Someone’s gonna see…” She said weakly between breaths when he started to work on her belts.

“The drunkard and the duck passed out, Rita is doing rounds.” He said hurrying to take off the unnecessary garments.

‘Just a little indulgence.’ he said in his mind for each kiss, nip or lapof hers.

Just one… He was always such a great liar.

#anonymous #shingeki no bahamut #azanina #my fics #nsfwish?#dunno #there are only mentions #I added some angst #because I'm evil

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words-from-the-soul · 7 years

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This is Why I Don’t Stay Home

Reader x Dean

Hello fellow fanfic readers! I know I’ve been distant, but it’s because of school, work and I just haven’t had anything come to mind… UNTIL NOW! If you guys know what the game Hastune Miku: Project Diva F (the first game) then that’s all I have to say.

Warning: language, but is that really a warning?

You crawl out of bed and notice Dean is still asleep. This is the first time in forever that Dean hasn’t woken up at the crack of dawn. You have been worried about him since Mary left.

He’s been off, like really off. You’ll wake up without him in the morning and find him asleep on the couch with his phone in his hand. It’s been weeks since she’s talked to him and seeing him like this breaks your heart. The fact that you met her when she had to exercise a demon out of your body isn’t the best first impression, and then she leaves.

You bend over to his stubbly jaw and kiss it. He smiles and his eyes flutter open.

“Good Morning (Y/N),” he mumbles. He caresses your cheek and you look into his half slit eyes and brush your palm over his face.

“Sleep more, you need it.” You say as you stand up and walk out. “I’m going to cook breakfast for you guys.” you then walk over to the kitchen and there is Sam pounding on the keys of his laptop. You then peer onto the screen and see all these tabs open for different cases.

“Those seem promising, really trying to get his mind off of things, huh?” you say taking a sip of his coffee. Sam gives you a look and then nods.

“There seems to be some disappearances actually around town, so we won’t have to leave a different state and get a motel.” Sam says. A smile comes upon your face as you hear that.

The motels have been eerie and creepier than the next, it will be nice not to hear banging on the opposite side of the room and not have to deal with the smell of urine concealed into the carpet and furniture.

Dean walks in with his hair all out of wack and grabs Sam’s coffee and sips it. Sam looks over to Dean and then looks at you with a face full of disgust. You giggle.

“I know, it’s too bland, right? needs sugar and creamer in my opinion.” You say to your boyfriend who nods in agreement. You then lay pieces of bacon onto the sizzling pan.

“You two clearly belong together.” he says as his eyes scan the screen.

“What do you got for us Sammy Boy?” Dean asks. Sam takes his coffee out of his brother’s hand and spins the computer with the other hand to show him.

“Right in town, there have been disappearances all the same way.” You slide the plate of bacon onto the table and you start making french toast.

“How do they all seem connected?” Dean asks as he reaches for the bacon.

“Well look for yourself.” he says as he moves the plate away from Dean. They exchange looks and Dean continues to look at the the screen to look at the details.

“So, what do you think?” you ask as you laying the bread on the pan.

“Well, one lost an ear, one got their eyes gauged out and another got their-,” Dean closes the computer and shakes his head.

“That sounds like something we do.” You say to them.

“Either that, or some serial killer is on the loose.” Dean replies. You serve them their french toast and kiss Dean on his cheek.

“This is what we need boys.” you say grabbing your plate and sitting down.

***

It’s been three days and you guys are getting close to this thing, it has to be a ghost. You slip your jacket on and head out the door.

“(Y/N), where do you think you’re going?” Dean asks behind you.

“I have this feeling I need to be there, want to join?” you ask. He catches up and wraps his arms around you and cocks his head.

“Just us, sounds hot I’m not gonna lie.” he says kissing you. You giggle against his lips and he backs you into the side of the Impala and he moves his lips to your neck and you grip his hair.

“Oh Dean, this is how the all couples die in every movie.” You say as he lifts his head up. He sighs and kisses your cheek.

“But we’re the hunters We actually know how to kill these things. Come on Baby, don’t you want a little fun?” he tries to seduce you as he leans in to kiss you again.

“How about after we check out that house and afterwards we can have a grand ole time in the house, sound crazy enough for you?”

“Oh, look at you, just turning me on even more.” He kisses you one last time and goes into the car and you plop into the passenger’s seat. You guys blast the old rock and sing on the top of your lungs all the way there. Once you both finally get to the house and you both exchange looks.

“Well, let’s get our ghost!” You say with excitement. Dean takes your face and kisses your lips.

“Let’s go.” he says. You both get out to the trunk of the car and grab the rock salt rifles.

As you stalk into the house, you turn the the light attached to the gun on to search to see any trace of the ghost. You walk up to a picture of a woman and four children.

Each child was missing something; a boy with hearing aid on, which obviously means he was deaf, a girl with dark shades that meant she was blind, another girl with her her mouth open as if she was laughing, but her tongue was not visible and then a girl with her a missing leg, as she leans on a crutch.

Suddenly, it hits you. The woman in the picture is your ghost and she is trying to get her children back by taking the missing elements on each child. As you must tell Dean your theory.

“Dean,” you whisper and shine your light around so you can find him. He’s not in the room with you, what if the ghost got to him. As you are about to bolt to find him you feel an instant chill down your spine. You shiver and see your breath right before your eyes. You stay still as she approaches you closer and closer. You feel her ice cold presence against you and quickly spin to shoot, but you freeze at the sight of her. She dives for your leg and snaps it; as if she is trying yo rip it off. You collapse to the floor and start to scream in pain.

There’s heavy footsteps as you hit your head on the carpeted floor and the sound of your rifle shooting the ghost as you drop it. The ghost disappears. There’s a high pitched ringing in your hears and the last thing you see is Dean holding you.

***

You wake up and find yourself in a hospital room, lights blaring at you and the sound of beeping is on a constant beat. You sigh and move your head to the right. Dean is asleep in a chair it doesn’t look comfortable.

“Dean?” you whisper. His eyes shoot open to the sound of your voice and he leans forward to hold your IV-ed hand.

“(Y/N),” was the first thing that came out from his lips. He leans over and kisses your forehead.

“Wh-what happened?” you ask slowly sitting up. Dean assists you and clears his throat.

“You got attacked by that ghost. Do you remember anything?.” You close your eyes and sigh.

“I remember looking at a picture of a woman and her four kids and I had a theory of what she is trying to do. I was looking for you, she caught me and-”

“She snapped your leg.” You look at your leg in a complete cast.

“Did you catch her?” He shakes his head.

“When you collapsed, you dropped your rifle and the gun shot making her escape. And since Cas is on off the radar, I needed to get you help. So I got you into the Impala, called Sam to meet us here and got you in here.” Dean says as Sam comes walking through the door.

“Hey (Y/N), I’m so glad you’re okay.” He says with a smile.

“So what are we going to do about this ghost boys?”

“You are not doing anything (Y/N), Dean and I can take care of this.” Sam says. You look to Dean to hopefully back you up.

“But I know what she wants, I have this in the bag! You got to-”

“Nope, You are sitting this one out and that’s final.” Sam says. You sigh and close your eyes.

Once you are discharged from the hospital, You and Dean are in the Impala driving back to the bunker as Sam drives his car following you guys.

“So, what is this theory you have about the case. Sam and I need all the information we can get.” Dean says as he looking in the rear view mirror at you. You look at the mirror and sigh.

“Oh, now you need my help, but not my physical help.” you say.

“Come on (Y/N).” He says. You roll your eyes at him and shake your head.

“She is trying to have her children brought back to her. In the photo each child was missing something. One was deaf, another was blind, a girl was missing a leg and then there was one who was missing a-”

“Tongue, and so she was trying to break your leg off to have the final piece of the puzzle.”

“Bingo.” you say with an annoyed tone. The rest of the car ride is in complete silence.

Once you get to the bunker, Dean helps you with your crutches to your room and you see that Sam has your bed all set up for you. He took out your pain killers, bottles of water, snacks, all the remotes to the television and tons of pillows everywhere. Sam leaves you two alone and you rest your crutches on the opposite side of the bed as you balance on your good foot. Dean helps you to your side of the bed and lays you down.

“Do you need anything else?” Dean asks as you get comfortable.

“I’d like to actually do something than sit on my ass and do nothing. But instead I’m here.” Dean gives you a look.

“Seriously(Y/N), get over it. Besides, if you came with us, you’d do nothing but slow us down. I don’t need to lose you too!” He yells. You look away and don’t say anything. “Got nothing to say now, huh?”

“Can you go away?” You say to him coldly. He stares at you for a bit and then leaves the room angry. You grab the Playstation 3 remote and turn it on. You haven’t played this system since Mary came back. So the last game you were playing was Vocaloid Hastune Miku: Project Diva F.

You then see Sam from the corner of your eye and look at him.

“Dean and I are heading back out. If you need anything, call me or Dean.” You ignore Sam and keep your eyes glued to the screen. Sam sees the screen and his eyes are amused. “You haven’t played this in a while.” You just stay silent. Sam leaves and you start to play your game.

***

The next morning, Dean and Sam arrive home and the sounds of Japanese, auto-tuned catchy music is filling the house. The boys walk in and you haven’t put that controller down since they left last night.

“Have you been playing this game all night?” Sam asks as they both stare at you.

“Wait, she was playing this when we left?” Dean asks exchanging looks from Sam and you. You finish the level and look at the boys.

“Yup.” You say. “There is a reason why you shouldn’t leave me home alone.” You stretch your arms out and Dean goes over to you and sits on the bed with you. Sam walks out and then you look at Dean.

“You’re never going to lose me Dean, and you were right, to be honest, I’m actually glad I stayed here, I didn’t have to deal with reloading my gun with rock salt, run for my life and getting a stiff neck from falling asleep in the car. It felt refreshing to relax.” you say with a small smile. Dean rubs your upper thigh and leans in to your lips.

“Well, when I was gone, I really missed these.” He says kissing you. You smile against his lips and lock your arms around his neck.

“I missed yours too.” you say between kisses.

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