#fuck it my heart is beating weirdly again
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tags: mdni, smut, dragon!morax, MONSTERFUCKING, rut/mating cycles, predator/prey, double dragon cocks, double penetration, CERVIX FUCKING, size kink, mentioning pregnancy, mating, bro has a worship kink, breeding kink hints (he's in a rut dont hold it against him)
a.n: (what have i done) this is the first porn with plot I've written and I gotta say; it is damn long.... happy valentines my dears, enjoy!
pairings: zhongli x afab!reader
Lord Morax is a god; but he is more than that, he is an adeptus. illuminated beast. this fact needs no introduction, everyone knows.
so when he took leave to a remote part of liyue somewhere, unknown to even his retainers, no one dared to bat an eye. the rain has fallen heavy, the season has become damp, and the scheduled time is near; Rex Lapis will have his rut.
it didn't take long for people to figure out the reasons for his absence; not when the lord became increasingly unfocused during stately meetings a week prior or when his eyes would turn to slits with a whiff of a woman's perfume for a month’s time.
You, the lone herb picker of a local pharmacy, didn't know any better when you stumbled upon a large hollowed-out cave that wasn't supposed to be there. you are familiar with the terrains, hell, you know it like the back of your hand -- so imagine your surprise when you find a nesting dragon inside, heaving, grunting alone; its horns glowing with a bright amber before its head snapped to your directly, eyes instantly turning to slits.
at first, you stumble backwards, watching as the figure slowly but surely towers over your frame; your neck cranes to meet its molten bronze eyes. it didn't take you long to realise whose privacy you had so ungraciously barged into; your mouth dries and you dropped your basket full of violetgrass, your heart beating out of your chest before your feet finally got some sense and took running to the woods.
'fuck fuck fuck.'
you are going to die- you are so sure you are going to die. when your feet stumble and trip over branches and air, when you can hear him gliding through the sky; undoubtedly searching for you. The sounds of his scaled body burst through the leaves of the ginkgo trees, or of his deep, rough growls that echo through the forest. With every heavy step you take, you can feel him getting closer and closer. The thrill and fear mix inside of you, your body stirs with blood coursing through you. Weirdly amid the fear you feel-- somehow excitement came into the mix; something about your life being in the mercy of a chase?
Why is he there again? Rut? So will he fuck you or will he kill you? You certainly prefer one to the other.
Your legs continue to run, even as you trip and fall, or when you stumble upon a rock or two; searching for an exit to a nearby village or open path; but no matter how far you run you can't seem to find the correct way. Your eyes scanned all directions before your body was suddenly pinned down under a sudden force and unmoving weight.
The paws of a creature so large that it covers your entire back, its talons digging into your back. The smell of freshly dug earth and exotic spices violates your nostrils and your heart can't help but thump against your chest just a little faster. You turned your neck, finding the dragon’s face mere inches from yours; his hot breath grazing the exposed skin of your neck.
“Please don’t kill me.” god your voice sounds so desperate; with a hint of a broken whimper- even you are embarrassed by that fact. but your god didn't seem disturbed, instead he let out a low grunt, before hissing back a reply.
"don't beg."
"...huh?"
"don't." he spat the word, seeming holding something back. "beg."
"b-but--"
he didn't let you finish, picking you up by the scruff of your neck before throwing you to his back. he flew you back somewhere, you didn't care to notice since most of the flight back you are scrambling for something to hold on to; whether it is the golden spines or his actual body.
by the time you both arrive at the entrance of the familiar cave, he has waited for you to get off his back. you inclined, of course, shakily getting a feel of the ground below, catching your breath whilst adrenaline courses through you. once you get a feel yourself, your eyes travel to him, catching his large form walking slowly to the back of the cave.
"you won't kill me?" you find yourself asking; his head then slowly turns to you before, a visible look of confusion etched on it.
"Why would I?" his deep rough voice replies. he is definitely holding something back, the way his lips parted a bit to let steam out of his mouth, the sharp teeth that are visible from them make you gulp the pooling saliva in your mouth.
"Because... cave..."
weak reasoning, you'd have to admit, but if he won't kill you then you'd have to be sure of the other possibility. "then would you fuck me?"
the look on his face deepened before his head hung low, and a soft whisper came to you for a reply. "what makes you think of that?"
"It's your- Rex Lapis it's your time of..."
embarrassed, incredibly embarrassed; that's the feeling you felt, with the heat of blood rushing to your cheek and thumping heart against your chest only enforcing the fact.
"it is time for my rut, yes," he confirmed, his gaze thrown to the floor, avoiding your figure, "but I am not one with lost senses; sleep, it is night, it will be safer to leave in the morning."
you nod weakly, shuffling your way to the walls and plopping down on the dirt before curling up. the heat in your cheeks refuses to prevail as you watch him walk back, his long tail moves with each step he takes, the tuff at the end resembling that of golden clouds.
"My lord why are you moving so far away?" you asked, instantly biting your lip the moment that question escaped your mind, realising how desperate you sounded with that pretence.
"your arousal," he states matter of factly. "you. I can smell it."
you look at him wide-eyed, your face now comparable in its heat to the sun, your lips agape.
"it's safer for you this way," he continues.
"do you not want to?" archons you are greedy aren't you. "your rut- I can.. help..."
"I doubt it." his voice is precise, he says it like it's a fact, not even letting you have a space to express your desire. "they are the size of your thigh and their length..."
"I can try." bold- now you are being too bold. the size of your thigh he said? now you can feel your ears getting heated up from the shame. your thigh now pressed together as you imagine him inside of you; a second pass and your arms no longer placed nicely on your lap, instead instinctively protecting your chest.
his gaze looms over you, his snout now only a hairsbreadth away from your neck; a long deep breath he takes is audible before he groans out a reply.
"Do not test me human," something inside of him is threatening undone, you know it, "I will breed you till your womb is full and your consciousness lost-- if that is not what you desire then stay quiet and sleep; I shall bring you the village in the morning but until then speak not of this."
you gulp, now your lips parted before you crane your neck and place a shaky kiss on his scaled cheek, the heat of his body contrasting the cold of your flesh. "... that is what I desire--"
with that your clothes are torn apart; the valuable silk you spend months of your wage on is gone and your naked skin is exposed. the cold air hardened your nipples and he took notice, his head travelling down, his long forked tongue lapping sweetly onto them, earning your strangle out a moan.
"getting aroused from a chase," he breathes out, almost teasing you; hot breath contrasts that of the cooling saliva on your perked buds, sending vibrations down your spine. "thinking you can take a dragon's cocks, wanting to be the mother of my offsprings -- what bold actions you possessed."
you let out a whine, his tongue now travelling down, ever so subtly closing down to your cunt. you pressed your thighs together; embarrassed, already feeling your arousal seeping out of you before his claws forced them wide open, earning your moan.
"you are pooling my dear," he almost chuckled, his eyes narrowed as he licked his lips, his breath now grazing your quivering folds, unexpected whimper broken out of you.
"please?"
with that word you can feel the air snap hotter, his eyes now meeting yours; his form towering over you before he chuckle, training down kisses, his tongue now making sure you are covered in his scent.
"didn't I tell you not to beg?" his claws hold your thigh open and he took a lap of your cunt, almost smiling at your taste. "do you know why my dear?"
"n-no--"
your moans escape, feeling his tongue entering you, fucking you, stimulating your walls, not letting you escape. you arched your back, biting your lips as another whimper persisted. you feel his hand moving, now pressing his claws to your other hole, expecting you to open up; and you let him, your holes now stuffed full of him before you feel his tongue slip out of you, your whine tells him as much about what you want.
"Because if you beg..." he now moves his hands to your ankles, folding you in half and you watch helplessly, his two golden cocks decorated with geometric lines and veins on either side, one on top of the other- he does not lie, the size of those things are comparable to your thigh, its length will most likely penetrate your womb- "I will answer."
he chuckles subtly, aligning his cocks to both of your holes, its weight now pressing down on you, precum leaks out of them, lubricating you further.
"i am a god, my dear; I always answer."
with that he presses his cock head to your holes, hoping both of them will ease up. you moan his title out, causing him to snap his head to you, making him greedy.
Your little groan and hiss only help you muster up the strength to let loose, feeling your holes easing up before they let his cockheads in, making your chest heave.
he grunts against your neck; and you feel his teeth subtly tracing your shoulder, little nips that satiate his hunger, burying his head in its crook.
"Celestia." the way you feel around the tip of his cock is incomparable; the dragon finds himself clenching down his jaw, controlling his urges to slam you down to its hilt. "you are made for me my dear."
he grabs a hold of your hips, and you feel him sliding you down. you let out a low moan, your back still arched as you feel him inside of you more and more. the burn from the stretch doesn't scare you, even if you feel like you are being split in two- you only know the pleasure that waits for you not so out of reach.
not even halfway and you already feel him brushing against your cervix, your broken moan coupled with the way you rolled your hips almost makes him snap. his other cock too now deep inside of you- almost too deep; you feel the pressure against your throat, feeling his cocks twitch, almost making you jolt, your hand searching from his arm, nails now digging into his scales.
he looks at you, his parted lips letting out steam before his uneven breathing stops to let him speak. "I shall move now."
you look at him, biting your lips and nod firmly, affirming your readiness. you feel him trying to go out of you, your cunt and hole tightening around him, almost hungry before he slams into you, earning your cry of pleasure.
it persists; he goes out of you before he slips inside, messaging your walls before they tightened around him again, hungrily seeking him, your face now fucked out with pleasure, feeling him abuse your holes.
"I'm not even all the way in my dear." he almost smirks, you can see it. before you know it, you suddenly feel him picking you up, your walls being freed from his cocks, suddenly empty and you whine; letting him flip you to your stomach and holding your ass up in the air.
he marvels at the sight, seeing both of your holes gape yet clench down on nothing, it almost made him giddy.
"my beautiful follower," he mused, his claws now digging into your flesh before you feel his cocks lining up with your holes again; embarrassingly you can feel your cunt relaxing, ready to take him in once more. "will you be my mate now darling?"
"yes!" your desperation stays, you want him inside you so bad, "please Rex Lapis please!"
you didn't know what did, but you certainly awaken something in him. he brings you up in the air before slamming you down on his cocks, your walls now taking him fully, your stomach bulging out with his shape. your breath knocks out of you; you can feel him all the way in your womb, your hand can't help but trace the raised flesh, your spine almost shivering from the sensation.
"keep begging."
that sounds like an order; even your now fucked out brain knows that. so like the good follower you are you follow that order.
"Please make me your mate," you choke out, his slow rhythms that know your breath slowly but surely going faster, brushing up against all your pleasure spots, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. "please please please please I wanna- I want--"
he chuckles, the way you mewl your pleas, the way your warm flesh tightens around him; he can even feel your walls hungrily sucking him in so nicely. in his mind he is thanking Celestia; because fuck, you are a masterpiece.
"a human could die from this," he grunts out, going in and out of you with an inhuman pace, your cunt and hole loosening with his movements. "not you my dear; you are made for me."
you whine from his statement, the bludge he created only drives you to the edge, feeling something inside of you tightening, your nails digging into his scaled flesh, your face supported by his nose. "R-rex Lapis i- my-- i'm--"
"you want to cum my dear?" he almost teases you with the question, his cock brushing, bullying your g spot, making you dig your nails further, your head could only nod desperately at his question. "hold it, you could only cum when I do."
you whine out with his order, and he lets out a subtle groaning with it, chuckling at your reaction. his hand moves down, large talons brushing against your hard clit, teasing the nub; knowing exactly what it will make you do.
you wrapped your arm around his neck, his golden mane brushing against your flesh so softly; and your tug your face on them, muffling out your long moan and desperate cries.
"fuck- please lord mo- morax- r-rex lapis please- i want- i wanna- please please please-"
he kept his word, his face moving and kissing your neck, feeling you move your pelvis to fit him better, your inside hungrily brushing against his shaft. his brow knits, he feels himself almost coming undone.
"now."
with a final thrust, he fills both of your holes with white ropes of cum, you yourself arching your back, feeling your orgasm hits you harder than ever before. he hear your pants before he coils around you, closing gaps between the two of your while still being inside of you, wrapped up by your own warmth.
"i shall make the wedding preparation after the season's over," he breath out; your mind finally able to join the sentence together before you move your head, repeating the most important word again.
"wedding..."
"of course my dear," he kisses you, his snout pressed against your jaw before he tugs his head onto your collar bone. his hand travels to your stomach, rubbing the visible buldge that only grows with his cum, almost making look pregnant.
"the little ones will be coming soon."
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☆ ᵎᵎ ENHYPEN COMING HOME TO FIND YOU ASLEEP.
╰ 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇.
𝒏o𝓉ℯs. enhypen in whipped era 𖥔 ݁ fluff, soft soft softtt LIB? fem!reader word count `719 PLS REBLOG!!
𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 he knows you stay up late waiting for him, this time he finds your figure laid against the soft cushion in a weirdly adorable position. heeseung quietly tiptoes to have a closer look, taking his time to admire your sleeping face. oh he so wishes to keep coming home to you like this. he'd sit beside you and tell you things he could never have said to your face, his deepest thoughts. apologizing for things he could've done better and thanking you for being with him and loving him.
i think i will love you forever, i want to.
𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗷𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 he is so used to it, at least he thinks he's so used to it but everytime he comes home to find you passed out on the couch, or on the carpet slightly lolling to the side the book in your hands almost falling off, he feels the same butterflies he did when it first happened. if you aren't in your pajamas already, best believe he'll change you himself, not wanting to disturb your sleep and put you to bed like magic fairy. he'll join you in later, and if you accidentally stir awake he'll put you back to sleep.
shh, go back to sleep love, i'm right here.
𝘀𝗶𝗺 𝗷𝗮𝗲𝘆𝘂𝗻 this guy has a field trip range of emotions upon seeing you asleep after a long day of work. he feels this fuzzy and warm feeling watching the one he loves sleep so peacefully, and on the other hand he's so excited to just join you. if you're on the couch he'll squeeze himself in whatever space he finds and cuddle you into the morning and if you're on the bed, he'll leech onto you leaving more than half the mattress empty while he snuggles into his baby on your side of the bed.
mmm, love having you in my arms like this
𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 outwardly he's so nonchalant at first, just coming up to your passed out figure and picking you up to get you to the bed, a smile on the tip of his lips. however the moment you nuzzle into him in a soft whine, he's so putty feeling his heart skip beats, his breath staggering like boy is damn smitten. placing you on the bed he'll quietly pull the covers on, a sneaky kiss on the lips and then leave the room to calm himself down, maybe even scream silently a little with the way you get him nervous over nothing.
fuck, she's so damn adorable i'll melt.
𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝘄𝗼𝗼 he'll text you to ask if you're awake and if you don't respond he knows you're out. he'd definitely softly speak about his day even though you're not listening. complimenting you as he always does of how pretty you manage to look all the time. will sing you a bunch of songs if you wake up, holding you close and tracing over your features, smiling so wide all the tiredness of the day washes away. also makes sure to wake up before you to again admire your sleeping face.
you're the best thing that's ever happened to me.
𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻 asleep or not, jungwon is always careful when he walks through the door, softly opening and closing it. tiptoeing inside as quietly as he possibly can, and when he spots you asleep on the couch he'll put everything down to bring you to bed. carrying you like the most precious thing, laying you on the mattress and immediately leaning over to leave kisses all over. if you stir awake he's getting in and cuddling you back to sleep, hands caressing your head gently.
it's just me baby, you looked so cute couldn't help it.
𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮 𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗶 will absolutely not switch on anything or make any sound and obviously will carry you to bed if you're passed out somewhere else. he'll kinda avoid looking at your face, until he cannot help it and god help him because once he does he'll be glued, eyes staring non stop. he can't believe someone so beautiful loves him, and all these complicated emotions come at once. he's overwhelmed and so whipped, he'd play around with your hair deep in these thoughts until sleep comes to him too.
how did i manage to have someone like you?
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boyfriend - leah williamson
leah williamson x reader
description: in which your girlfriend is just the definition of boyfriend
warnings: swearing, a little suggestive
a/n: i was writing my requests and got the overwhelming urge to write this because leah is just the definition of boyfriend, i don’t make the rules, i also saw the picture of her this morning and died so here you go lmao
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your girlfriend, leah, was the literal definition of boyfriend. and yeah, maybe that didn’t make sense, but it did to you.
leah williamson was incredibly protective, supportive and disciplined to the public eye, but to you, she was just your leah.
your leah found comfort in burying her face in the crook of your neck to avoid the rest of the world.
your leah loved to hold your hand or any part of your body at every given moment so everyone knew you were hers and she was yours.
your leah was incredibly stubborn, especially when it came to you. your leah worshipped the ground you walked on.
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you and leah grew up together in the arsenal youth teams, quickly gravitating towards each other when you both realised how passionate you were about football, exactly like the other person.
when you both got selected for the england teams, you two grew extremely close, finding comfort in just being around each other. you both brought out the best in each other and everyone could see it, both on and off the pitch.
you and leah didn’t have many issues surrounding your years of pining, the two of you would shamelessly flirt from the time you were both 19 and changing that dynamic of being best friends to something more.
“baby, do not go on this date” leah pleads as you held up a forth outfit up to your body, “what do you think?” you turn to face her, a scowl evident on her 19 year old face as she sat on the edge of your bed.
“you look gorgeous, that’s not the point, (y/n)” she spits out, “i don’t want you to go,” leah crosses her arms over her chest and glares at you chuckling in the mirror.
“i want to go, lee baby” you tease, making the girl huff in frustration when you brought out yet another top against you.
“fine, wear the second outfit, see if i care,” she grumbles, picking at her cuticles while you smile at her through the mirror.
you were just pulling her leg, there wasn’t really a date, you just loved to tease leah but you also wanted your relationship to progress, to finally call her yours.
“babe” you call out, moving to stand in between her spread legs, she looks up at you curiously, her glare still a little evident as you smiled down at her.
“what?” she sighs, your hands make your ways to her shoulders, massaging them gently and feeling her relax under your touch.
“there’s no date, you git” you chuckle, leah tenses again, “sorry?” you really couldn’t help but laugh at her face of relief but also mischief as she looked up at you.
“i’m fucking with you, there’s no date” you laugh, leah grabs the sides of your hips and chucks you onto your bed, moving to straddle your hips as she tickled your sides.
“you’re such a little shit!” she laughs, smiling brightly at the bright laughs coming out of your mouth.
“why would you tell me there was a date?” she breathes out, lacing your fingers together as she pinned them by the sides of your head.
“wanted to see how you’d react” you say breathlessly, your chest heaving while an affectionate smile adorns your features.
“you seemed a little jealous, williamson?” you say teasingly, leah shakes her head, pinning you by your hips to the bed with her own, “fuck off, i was not” she defends, giving your hands a squeeze as you laugh up at her.
your heart was beating out of your chest, so was leah’s, but in a good way. a weirdly familiar way.
“you so were” you smirk, “i don’t want you to go” you mock her accent, she rolls her eyes fondly, lifting your hand up and threatening to bite your fingers.
you yelp when her teeth actually does graze your pointer finger, making her chuckle against your skin.
her eyes flicker between your own before falling to your lips, subconsciously wetting hers with her tongue as she looked back up at your eyes.
“looking a little flushed there, gorgeous, you alright?” she teases, you shake your head at her, “i’m fine, but you look a little flushed there, babe, anything you want to tell me?” you tease right back.
she giggles at your words, kissing the corner of your mouth, your breath hitched at how close she was to your lips, feeling her smirk against your skin as she trailed kisses along your cheeks.
she pulls back, dangerously close to your face as she chuckles, both of your pupils were blown out, cheeky grins evident on both of your faces.
leah puts you out of your misery and gives you that kiss you’d both been dreaming of, it was as perfect as a first kiss could go.
a little inexperienced at first but quickly learning from each other as it continued. you hummed against leah’s lips and she can’t help but grin into the kiss.
the kiss lasted for a couple of seconds before she let go of you, pulling you to sit up cross legged in front of her while she offered you a sheepish smile.
“be my girlfriend?” she breathes out, you nod instantly, making your way into her lap and kissing her until the air was knocked out from your lungs.
when you both pulled away, you tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear and leah’s heart fluttered. at the gesture but also the fact you were doing it as her girlfriend. “took you long enough” you grin, she pinches your hip and smirks when you squirm in her lap.
“how about i wear outfit number two and we go out on our own date” you smile cheekily, she presses a quick, tender kiss to your lips in response,
“you’ve got yourself a deal” she whispers against your lips, her hands gently squeezing your hips as you ended up in another kiss.
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in present times, you and leah moved in together, both of you were extremely successful in your football careers.
leah was the captain of the england senior team and you couldn’t be more proud, showing her how much you loved that armband the first time she wore it.
you and leah had so much love for each other it was sickeningly sweet. both of you were head over heels, affection an understatement for the two of you.
it was obvious in the way you acted around her, dropping anything and everything if she needed something. telling her verbally how much you loved her no matter where you were. giving her heart eyes every two seconds that had her stomach swarming with butterflies.
and in leah’s case, she’s been called a simp way more than she’d like to admit but she didn’t mind. it was true after all.
—
“baby, you’ll get sick like that” leah scolds as you walk out of the change room onto the pitch where she was waiting for you for a pre match lap, your puffer unzipped in just your training kit.
“i’m fine, love” you smile, walking up to her and promptly puckering your lips up at her, she shakes her head fondly, pressing a couple of kisses to your lips while you sighed happily.
she pulls away from you, tugging you closer by the sides of your puffer and zipping it up for you. you smile at her appreciatively, she pinches your cheek gently before grabbing your hand and interlacing it with hers as you both walked around, posing for photos together with cheesy grins if needed.
your cheeks were a little red, not only from leah but the cold as well. leah moves you to stand in front of her again, her arms wrapping around you and prompting you to do the same as she pulled you closer.
she kisses your cheeks repeatedly, feeling them warm up under her lips as she spreads her love on both. “still cold?” she says softly, you nod with a cheeky grin, “very” she narrows her eyes at you amusingly but continues spreading kisses over your entire face, relishing in the soft giggles you were rewarding her with.
suddenly, she gasps, reaching into her pockets with an excited smile. “i forgot!” she exclaims, pulling out two heat packs that were warming up in her pockets, she only did it for you.
she places both of them against your cheeks and you smile happily, letting leah press little kisses to your lips again as she held the packs gently on your face, making sure not to burn you. she would whisper in conversation with you in between the kisses, your stomach lurching at her softness.
“ugh, you two make me sick” beth dry wretches, victoria and alessia laugh while watching you both pull away, “fuck off, beth” leah groans, tugging you impossibly closer as you tucked your head under her chin.
“i’ll remind you she’s my girlfriend, bethany” you tease, leah kisses your temple softly, “you think i don’t know that? you’re attached at the hip” she teases, “leave them, bethy, they’re cute” alessia coos, you send her a little wink of appreciation.
“they’re cute until you catch them fucking,” beth exclaims, you and leah both roll your eyes in unison, “you came to our home, unannounced, uninvited, with the spare key” leah grits out, holding onto you protectively. your hands rub up and down her back in an attempt to calm her down but leah was your defender.
“i told you i was coming over!” beth accuses, “you did fucking not!” leah yells, alessia and victoria laugh at the the thought of you and leah being caught. especially knowing how protective leah was of you. let’s just say a lot of yelling happened that day.
the bickering went back and forth for a bit as you and leah kept cuddling up together.
“you could have the same if you just go up to viv” leah shrugs, beth rolls her eyes at that, “i don’t need to be attached to my girlfriend to show our love” beth defends, “the kisses are nice, beth” you smile, looking up at leah with a smile.
beth chuckles and seems to give in, you and leah giggle as you watch beth run over and latch herself to viv, watching her struggle for a bit before giving up and pulling her into an embrace similar to yours and leah’s.
“we should be couple’s therapists,” you rest your chin on her chest, looking up at her with a soft smile. she kisses you softly again, “we can be whatever you want to be” she says cheekily, making you chuckle when her kisses make their way to your neck, jokingly biting you a couple of times to make you laugh.
—
whenever you and leah were in a large crowd, her true boyfriend nature came out that you just ate up. you were both at the pride of britain awards, her hand firmly planted on the small of your back as you walked around, posing for cameras on the red carpet.
when you two got pulled for interviews, leah tucked you into her side as you answered questions, she would focus on you intently, nodding along with your words and smiling proudly as you talked.
when you’d catch her gaze, her bright smile would make you falter slightly and you’d have to recover while her hand rubbed gently up and down your back.
you both answer generic interview until you approach a very special one. “it’s one nil” the interviewer says, leah and your eyes visibly widen, leah pressing her hand into your back as you both approached.
“are you joking?” leah smiles, “no it is!” the interviewer exclaims, “arsenal?” leah questions excitedly, “did you hear that?” leah grins at you, “yeah, baby i did” you chuckle affectionately, your head falling to her shoulder for a minute while she chats excitedly with the interviewer.
“this girl bleeds arsenal” you smile up at her, she nods without a second thought, showing off her earring with a proud smile.
“so, leah, if you had to pick between (y/n) and arsenal, who would you pick?” the interviewer says jokingly, though leah takes it seriously,
“now, hold on, i’m gonna go with my girl in arsenal, without a doubt” she says smugly, seemingly proud of her answer.
you laugh brightly, kissing her cheek fondly as she grins, “she was joking” you laugh, leah looks down at you cheekily, “don’t care” she taunts, her hand moving to rest on your hip to answer the rest of the interview.
you both got invited to an after party, making your rounds together with bright smiles, seeing people you haven’t seen for ages.
everytime you would talk to leah, she would bend her head to your level to make sure you were speaking directly into her ear, not wanting to miss out on anything you say.
and so, when you mentioned to leah you wanted to go home, you both left promptly with leah leading you out.
—
another instance of your girlfriend just radiating boyfriend energy was when you both needed to go on a bus for the lionesses on camp.
leah was talking to keira and georgia who she hadn’t seen in a while so you went on the bus first.
a few of the younger girls send you a wave so you go over with a bright smile. sitting next to maya as you entertained the young ones as they teased you about your love life.
it was until your girlfriend got on the bus with a little scowl at realising you left without her. “who do you think you are?” leah grumbles, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the seat you were in to another one closer to the back.
you hear the laughs of the girls as leah drags you from your seat.
“leah!” you reprimand with a laugh, “who?” she whips her head towards you, about to shove you into the window seat.
“love,” you sigh, she smiles cheekily, “that’s better” she pushes you towards the window seat, draping your legs over hers as you both chatted.
leah snapped a photo of you and smiled at the result, adding it to her folder dedicated to you. “you’re so cute” leah coos, kissing you quickly and dropping her grumpy attitude. “you’re cuter” you grin, pressing another kiss to her lips before you snuggle up to her.
“i’m running out of storage” leah frowns, going to her camera roll and gasping at how many photos you have.
you lean over and gasp as well, grabbing her hand with the phone in it and looking at the screen, “baby, oh my god, what’ve you got in there” you laugh,
“i don’t know, let’s see” she makes you sit closer while you both went through her camera roll, laughing at some of the funnier pictures and shoving her phone down at the more explicit ones.
“i need to revisit this picture later” she winks at you when one of you and leah during that first day of captaincy. “leah cathrine” you warn, she smirks, “sorry” she coughs.
your heart quickened when you realised how many photos she had of you, making up almost all of her camera roll.
“lovey, you can delete some photos of me, half of them are duplicates” you chuckle, leah looks at you offendedly, “excuse me? they are all different” she scoffs, flicking between two nearly identical photos while pointing out little differences.
“babe, that’s the same picture” you laugh brightly, leah stifles her own laugh, “it is not! god, just break up with me then, you awful woman, can’t even have a picture of my wife in my phone without you on my ass” she grins,
“wife? i don’t remember you proposing?” you tease, “in due time, my girl” she smiles, kissing you breathlessly until you were completely flushed in the face.
“here, i’ll help you delete some photos,” you hold your hand out for her phone and she holds it instead, “you delete a single one and i’ll really break up with you” she mocks, you gasp offendedly
“i’m wounded” you pout, she makes quick work of fixing it with a kiss, “kissed it better” she grins, squeezing your thigh gently as your head fell to her shoulder.
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THAT FINAL NIGHT | OS | t.n.
Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem!reader!Riddle
Word Count: 8k
Summary: Ten years after the Battle of Hogwarts. Theodore Nott is out of Azkaban. And after years and years of being apart, he's finally ready for the reunion he's been waiting on.
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, kind of angsty, kinda fluffy, pining, Modern AU where i moved up the battle so 10 years later is more present day
Notes: This is my first full Theo fic, please let me know what you think!
“Guess who’s in town.”
Theo hums thoughtfully while he sets the heavy box in his arms down on the counter, ripping the tape off.
“Oprah.”
Mattheo rolls his eyes.
“Try again.”
“The Queen.”
“The dead one?”
“Right. Forgot about that.”
Mattheo laughs, shaking his head as he grabs a rag and a spray bottle to wipe off the bar top.
“Got any other foolish guesses?” He asks. Theo pauses, feigning thought before shaking his head and resuming his work.
“Fresh out, I’m afraid.”
Theo grabs a pair of bottles from the open box then turns towards the shelves behind him. His back aches from the amount of moving he’s had to do. Running heavy boxes from his truck to the stockroom. Bending down while doing inventory. At the ripe age of 27, his back just isn’t what it used to be, and is in far worse shape than most men his senior.
Mattheo glances down at the bar briefly, the humor slowly fading from his expression, before he looks back up at his best friend.
“My sister.”
The bottle shatters as it hits the floor.
Theo jumps, not realizing one of the bottles had slipped from his hand until it was too late. Mattheo stares as Theo begins to clean up his mess, although if he notices that it happening right when his sister was mentioned is more than a coincidence, he doesn’t comment on it.
“Erm… What's she doing in town?” Theo asks casually as he kneels down with the broom and dustpan.
“Her and that rat, McLaggen, are finally getting divorced. She’s staying with me for a while.”
The room starts to swelter. Theo nods, trying to play off his sigh as one of sympathy rather than relief. Standing with the dustpan full of glass, he dumps the remains of the bottle into one of the other empty boxes he made while stocking before putting the cleaning supplies away. His hands slide into his pockets to wipe the sweat from his palms.
“How… how’s she handling it?”
This makes Mattheo pause. He glances up at his oldest friend, his look a mix of thoughtful and confused.
“She’s weirdly… calm about it,” He explains in a slow voice. “I think their marriage ended a long time ago, and she’s had time to mourn it before actually sticking the knife in it.”
The thought of you being miserable for that long before taking the plunge to leave sends Theo’s heart into a sadness he can’t explain. He looks away from Mattheo, trying to rationalize his thoughts before speaking again. Fortunately for him, Mattheo pipes up again before he has the chance.
“She’ll be at Malfoy’s party on Saturday. She can meet a new bloke there.”
A smile tugs at the corners of Theo’s mouth, but not over his friend’s cheeky remark.
“You’d rather her hook up with someone who aligns with Draco Malfoy?” Theo dares to ask as he looks back at the curly haired man next to him.
A beat passes.
“You’re right. She’s actually banned from the premises.”
A hearty laugh escapes Theo’s mouth as he turns away from Mattheo, although he could hear the seriousness in his friend’s tone behind the joke.
“Remind me… what did she see in McLaggen again?” Theo asks as he begins to fill the shelves behind the counter with the bottles he managed not to break. Mattheo sighs in exasperation, slapping the towel against the top of the bar.
“Fuck if I know,” Mattheo mumbles. “I asked her over and over how she could marry that creep. I think that’s why she stopped phoning, honestly.”
Theo raises his eyebrows only briefly, although with his back to Mattheo, it’s a look only expressed to himself. Mattheo Riddle, for as long as Theo can remember, has always been the over protective brother first and foremost. The relationship he holds with you is still his most important one, and Theo knows better than anyone how seriously Mattheo takes that. Their entire tenure at Hogwarts, Mattheo watched over you like a hawk, keeping the dusty boys who dared to crush on you in their place. The fact that McLaggen, of all people, was able to slip through the cracks the second Mattheo and Theo were gone was a pain that haunted Mattheo for years. And though it was for completely different reasons, it haunted Theo too.
“Are you going to punch the first man who talks to her? For old times sake?” Theo asks, trying to bite back a smirk.
Mattheo laughs loudly, shaking his head.
“I’ve grown since our time at Hogwarts,” He defends himself. “I won’t punch them if they just talk to her…” He pauses, a thoughtful look on his face. “Now, if they look at her? Dead man walking.”
Theo shakes his head.
The room grows quiet as the two men continue to work. Theo’s mind wanders as he puts the stock away. When was the last time he saw you? Damn near a decade ago. It was the night of the battle. A few bottles of fire whiskeys had been procured, thanks to Mattheo and his mysterious ways of smuggling contraband into the school. It was the first get-together like this that they’d had in a long time… and, unbeknownst to them, it would be the last.
~
“There’s not enough fire whiskey in the world to make me go down those stairs with Theo.”
“You worried you’ll fall in love with him, Riddle?”
“I’m worried he’ll actually try to kiss me, is what I’m worried about.”
Theo laughed as he took another swig from the bottle, before saying, “In your dreams, Riddle.”
The group erupted with laughter as they sat in a circle on the upper balcony of the Astronomy Tower. Blaise, Daphne, Astoria, Pansy, and even Malfoy were all taking part. It was pretty late, but with the Death Eaters having their hold on Hogwarts, the Riddle heirs were given free reign, subsequently meaning their friends were given the same treatment. Which is why it was so easy for Mattheo to procure two bottles of fire whiskey, one of which already completely gone.
Theo’s stoic nature had been greatly diminished by the alcohol, his head swirling just enough to make him feel light and calm. Despite the juvenile feeling it gave him, the game of Seven Minutes in Heaven that started once the first bottle had emptied was quite entertaining, and had grown even more so when Mattheo took the last turn, and the bottle landed on none other than Theo.
“You know the rules, Mattheo.” Your voice sounded like honey when you chimed in from across the circle, sitting next to Pansy with your legs sprawled out in front of you. “You either have to go to the lower level with our friend Teddy here-“ Theo looked down at the ground, trying to hide his reaction to your nickname for him. “-Or you have to drink.”
Mattheo didn’t hesitate before snatching the bottle that still had liquor in it right out of Theo’s hand and putting the end to his mouth, dramatically throwing his head backwards. One, two, three giant gulps went down Mattheo’s throat, not a flinch in sight as he set it back down with a pleased look on his face.
“Don’t drink all of it, Matty,” Astoria pouted, reaching over and snatching the bottle from his grasp. Theo looked over at you, meeting your eyes at the exact moment that you looked over at him. Raising your hand, you pointed to your mouth and made a puke face. He bit back a smile before looking away from you.
“Sorry to disappoint you, Nott,” Mattheo said, ignoring Astoria’s comment as he nodded towards the empty bottle in the middle to indicate his friend’s turn at the game. Theo rolled his eyes as he leaned forward.
“I’d snog sandpaper before I’d let your cracked lips anywhere near mine.”
With a flick of his wrist, he sent the bottle spinning. The look on Theo’s face read nonchalance, but that didn’t match up with the pounding in his chest. It felt like he could hear the second hand of the clock tower ticking in the distance, though he knew it was too far away for him to actually hear it. As the bottle began to slow, Theo bit the inside of his cheek, and when it came to a stop, his teeth almost clamped down entirely.
You.
The universe and Merlin himself came together and had the bottle land on you.
Theo could feel his cheeks burning, not moving a muscle as his eyes trailed to Mattheo. The humor had completely drained from his curly haired friend’s face.
“Re-spin, Theo.”
Theo didn’t even have time to process Mattheo’s words, let alone answer, before you were already turning to face him.
“Why ask me to play if I can’t participate?”
This made Theo’s cheeks burn more, though no one could notice, their attention being on the altercation brewing between Mattheo and you.
“Because you’d bitch about it if I didn’t.”
“And you didn’t think I’d bitch about you bitching about me participating?”
Mattheo said nothing to his sister, instead turning his fierce gaze back to Theo.
“I’ll cut your fucking eyes out if you even think about it, Nott.”
As Theo opened his mouth to respond, you pushed yourself off the floor. The look on your face could be read as many different things; Defiance, anger, annoyance. But one thing was clear- you were not allowing Mattheo to have the final say.
“Come on, Theo.”
You put your hand out towards him. The conflict in his chest was rising rapidly as everyone stared at him, waiting for him to make his decision. Only two of those sets of eyes brought him the anxiety that coursed through him. The last thing he wanted to do was piss off Mattheo.
But he knew his choice before he even knew he had to make one. As soon as the bottle came to a stop, the deal was signed.
Reaching up, he took your hand and allowed you to pull him to his feet. Mattheo’s face was filled with a mix of rage and surprise as he watched you lead Theo away from the group.
“You better keep your fucking hands to yourself, Nott.”
“No promises, Matty,” You sneered without looking at Mattheo, as your foot hit the first step down. Theo’s eyes drifted to look over the railing that paralleled the stairs as the two of you began to descend, overlooking the castle and the Black Lake in the distance. His heart was in his throat once his feet reached the wooden floor.
The lower level of the balcony was used as storage. Surrounding the outer edges were fixtures covered in sheets that were held down with rope, presumably statues and pieces of furniture. Other miscellaneous things were also scattered around, such as a two seater bench that was split in two, a random assortment of stools, and abandoned cauldrons. In the middle of the ceiling was a glass globe fixture, the bottom half on the lower level while the top was displayed on the upper level. Along it was a metal lining that didn’t quite reach the walls, meaning there was enough of an opening for people to look down. When Theo looked up, he saw multiple sets of eyes staring down into the lower level, one of which was accompanied by angry shouts at him to Know your place, Nott and Don’t even think about it. Not a word could be said about it before you were flicking your wand in its direction. A flash of light flashed through the room, and suddenly, Theo couldn’t look through the openings anymore. Turning, you did the same to the staircase.
Theo looked at you in awe.
“Since when can you cast spells without speaking?”
You shrugged, as if it were a completely benign thing.
“I’ve been practicing.”
Theo stuffed his hands in his pockets as you sat down on a spare table off to the side. It was impossible for him not to look at you like you had just put the stars in the sky, but hell did he try not to.
“Maybe you should’ve been in Ravenclaw,” He commented, causing you to roll your eyes.
“You think I’d ever hear the end of it from that one?” You pointed to the ceiling, where loud footsteps and even louder voices could be heard from the other side. Theo laughed at this, his head craning backwards.
“I think you’d have killed him before finishing out first year, if that were the case.”
The tension in the air was palpable. Was it from Mattheo’s anger? Or Theo’s feelings? It was hard to say, but he found himself wondering if you felt it too. Before he could think too much about it, you spoke again.
“Sometimes I wish I had gotten put in another house, though. Instead of Slytherin.”
Theo froze. Of anything you could’ve possibly said, he never would’ve suspected… Well, that.
“Why?” He asked, tone soft.
You looked down at your hands, mindlessly pinching at your skin.
“It would make me think I was made for more than what my family has planned for me.” You sighed as your gaze met Theo once more. “I never wanted any of this. The special treatment from the Death Eaters and the constant fear. I don’t want it.”
Eyes narrowing slightly, Theo mulled over your words.
“Why would you, the daughter of Lord Voldemort, have anything to fear?”
You sat up a little straighter, pressing your lips together in a thin line.
“I know you’ve been working for him.”
Theo swallowed the lump forming in his throat.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
A beat passed.
“Didn’t I?”
You scooted down the table so now your feet touched the floor, more leaning on it than sitting, folding your hands in front of you. Theo’s eyes never left you as he studied your every move. The heat from your stare was making his palms sweat.
“You promised me you wouldn’t,” You reminded him. He closed his eyes. How could such a quiet part of the castle suddenly feel so loud? He couldn’t do this with you. Not right now. You wouldn’t understand.
“My father wanted me to become… acquainted with the family business,” He explained slowly. This didn’t seem to appease you.
“You could’ve talked to me. I would’ve figured something out,” You said. Was that annoyance in your voice? Or something else? “Maybe my father doesn’t take Mattheo seriously but he would’ve listened to me if I asked him not to send you on errands.”
Theo shook his head, his eyes drifting to the floor just briefly. “It’s too late now.”
The words hung in the air for a moment too long. Theo watched as a thought seemed to pop into your head, the expression on your face changing from mildly frustrated to downright terror. You slowly pushed away from the table. There was something about the way you were looking at him, with your lips slightly parted and your eyes filled with confusion, that made him feel sick.
“Theo… did you take the Mark?”
~
The Christmas party is too reminiscent of one of the Slytherin common room parties. The music is too loud. The people are too drunk. And Theo is too fucking old for this.
He squeezes down a random hallway of Malfoy Manor, narrowly missing Blaise Zabini and Luna Lovegood as they make out against the wall. Try he does to not give them a passing glance, albeit a confused one, but radically does he fail.
Time really is a funny thing, He thinks to himself. Changes people in ways no one could ever understand.
Theo’s arrival at the party was as anticlimactic as he wanted it to be. In the hour since he walked through the door, he can count on less than ten fingers how many familiar faces he saw, and he only needed one hand to count how many people he’s spoken to.
Though Draco is the only Malfoy living in the mansion now, save his wife, it still looks exactly the same as it did when they were kids. Theo remembers the summers away from Hogwarts spent roaming these halls with Draco, Mattheo and you. The weeks and weeks at a time spent here after his mother died and his father made it clear he didn’t understand how to be a father. If it weren’t for Narcissa Malfoy, Theo can’t imagine the man he would be now. He feels it in his heart every time he walks by a picture of her, her tender eyes and sweet smile looking back at him. The closest thing to a mother he ever had.
You should write to her more, He thinks to himself.
Theo enters the kitchen, with his hand almost on the knob of the back door, when a voice stops him.
“Theodore Nott! Hi!”
He turns to find Astoria Greengr- Malfoy looking at him with a wide smile. It hasn’t been too long since he had last seen her, although it’s enough time for her to have a swollen pregnant belly this go around. Her wedding to Malfoy was small and rushed, as it wasn’t long after him, Theo and Mattheo had returned from their time away, but her smile is the same now as it was that day.
She waddles up to Theo, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he plants a quick kiss on her cheek.
“You alright, Tori?” His voice is gentle in a way that it never was with Astoria. It has to be the pregnancy causing him to be nicer. The fact remains that he and Astoria historically never got along, and while he would never outwardly be mean to her, especially now as the wife of one of his best mates, he didn’t go out of his way to be nice to her, either. Which is why at the wedding, he didn’t intentionally avoid her that entire evening. He just simply didn’t go out of his way to speak to her. The wad of cash he left in an envelope on the gift table that evening spoke for itself, in his humble opinion.
Astoria shrugs casually, before saying, “Just running around, as usual. What have you been up to since-“ She cuts off, swallowing as the smile on her face falters ever so slightly. It’s obvious to anyone what she was about to say and even more so that it was meant to remain a thought in her head and never pass her lips. But it’s too late for that now, as the ghost of the words unsaid still hang in the air above them. Theo sighs as he turns to the kitchen island, which is buried in alcohol bottles, and begins to pour himself a drink. A strong one.
“You can say it, Tori.”
She still hesitates before it comes out in a barely audible whisper.
“Since Azkaban?”
There it is.
Theo doesn’t even blink. The word is so casual to him now, so recurrent in his daily thoughts that it’s almost chronic. Though, his teeth still grow cold as the memories of the brutally cold air flood through him.
“Oh, you know,” He manages to answer. “Mattheo and I started the bar in Hogsmeade. I’m sure you heard all about that. Have a cottage now, not too far from there.” He hums in thought. “Got a cat. She’s a bloody shit, but I love her.”
All of this seems to surprise Astoria, and Theo didn’t blame her. He wasn’t the same boy she knew back at Hogwarts. He never would be again. All of the fire and fight that he had back then was snuffed out in the years he was locked away. Now, some days it feels like he is a shell of his former self.
“What’s her name? Your cat?”
Theo smiles brightly, as if he was being asked about his own child.
“Crisp.”
Astoria stifles a laugh.
“Crisp?”
“She’s a black cat, so she looks like she’s... burnt to a crisp.”
Astoria pauses for a second before breaking into a smile and laughing out loud, the sound filling the kitchen. It gives Theo deja vu, reminding him of the days in the common room where he’d hear it and cringe. The thought makes him feel a little bad. Only a little though.
“That’s funny,” She remarks, still coming down from the high of it as she carefully wipes her eyes. Theo smiles politely, glancing at the back door before turning back to Astoria. What the hell does he say now? He already knows what’s going on with her. It’s popping out of her dress.
“Erm… Is Mattheo here yet?”
Astoria perks up at the sound of his best friend’s name, her eye developing a twinkle that wasn’t there before. Something about it makes Theo a little sad. Though her love for Draco was true, Astoria always held a torch for Mattheo. Everyone knew it. Even Draco, who still ended up marrying her in the end. Mattheo just never felt the same pull to Astoria that she felt for him. And though he never talked about it with Theo, he couldn’t help but wonder if that thought ever made Mattheo feel guilty.
Just as quick as it came, the spark in Astoria’s eye disappears and is replaced with… something Theo can’t quite place.
“They’ll be here any minute,” Astoria finally answers with a slight smirk. Theo feels his heart swell. The use of they instead of he was not lost on him.
Nodding, Theo turns his body toward the back door, his gaze still on Astoria.
“Good talking to you, Tori.”
She gives him a look, another one that he just can’t read, which is starting to frustrate him, before smiling softly at him.
“I’ll send erm… Mattheo your way when he gets here.”
He nods once more, giving her a final half cooked smile before letting himself out into the back courtyard.
The circular courtyard is centered with a large fountain, the centerpiece being a dragon. Shrubbery and flowers of different shapes and sizes line the edges. Theo walks the pebbled pathways with the same familiarity that he would walk the Hogwarts grounds. He knows every turn, every bench, every scuff mark on the brick walls like the back of his hands. As he sips on his drink, he finds himself reminiscing on the reverie of being a young kid, running down these same paths with his closest friends. So many memories made on this very plot of land. Mattheo falling and cracking his head on the side of the fountain and Draco trying to use a spell to fix it, only to make it worse. Theo picking the roses off one of the many rose bushes to give to you, then the scolding he received after. All of the cigarette butts that he and Mattheo were forced to clean up when Narcissa would discover them. Probably thousands of cigarette butts between the two of them. But they never learned to find a container for them. It seems like it was a whole lifetime ago. Maybe it was.
Theo passes beyond the shrubbery to walk the trails that line the estate. It never gets old, walking through the pine trees. Muscle memory carries his legs towards his favorite spot on the whole lot. He tries to remember the last time he’d walked this route, but he can’t. Which means it’s been too long.
The bench comes into view, the huge oak tree still standing guard behind it. If the sun was out, it would provide the perfect shade, regardless of the time of day. Surrounding it are multiple rose bushes, a Narcissa Malfoy addition. Theo used to spend many hours at this bench, reading or losing himself in thought. It has always been a sanctuary to him, even now, after all these years.
Sitting down, he inhales slowly before letting it out in a long drawl. Being here again feels like coming home for the first time since his release from Azkaban. There’s only one thing that could make it perfect…
Damn, I wish I had a cigarette, He finds himself thinking.
Okay, maybe two things could make it perfect.
“Thought I’d find you out here.”
The hairs on the back of his neck stand up straight.
He would’ve never expected the sight of you to be accompanied by the smell of cigarettes, yet here you are, slowly walking down the path with a freshly lit smoke in your hand. A slight smile fills your cheeks as you look at him.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The word runs through his brain like a news headline on the television. It never occurred to him that you could get more stunning. The familiar feeling of his palms growing sweaty hits him, and he instinctively wipes them on his jeans.
“Since when do you smoke?”
You take a long drag, holding your breath before blowing a cloud into the air above you. In the back of Theo’s brain is the sound of you relentlessly nagging him to quit, a treatment you curiously only saved for him and did not share with your brother.
“D’you want to hear something silly?” You ask him. He shrugs, a smile tugging at his lips. You tilt your head to the side, your eyes jumping up to the night sky. “I found myself missing it. The smell. Can you believe that?”
A laugh bursts from Theo’s chest.
“No,” He admits. “With the way you went on about it? If you weren’t smoking in front of me right now, I would never believe you.”
Shaking your head, smiling, you slowly make your way towards him.
“Mattheo was so angry when he found out,” You say. “And he, apparently, is smoke free now. I’m not even allowed to smoke near him. After all the years he was perfectly fine with giving me secondhand lung cancer!” You roll your eyes. “I only smoke every once in a while, though. Nothing like the two of you did, fucking chimneys.”
Theo stands as you approach the bench, his hands in his pocket. You waste no time before you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. As he snakes his arms around your torso, his eyes flutter shut. You smell exactly the same, save for the new addition of the cigarette smoke. And you still make his stomach turn with every touch. He kisses the side of your head before pulling away, unable to contain the smile that forces its way across his cheeks.
“You weren’t at the wedding.”
Pursing your lips, you look away from him.
“I, unfortunately, was otherwise engaged.”
There’s something cryptic behind your words, and it doesn’t sit well with him.
“What does that mean?” He asks. From his recollection, even Mattheo didn’t know why you had bailed on such an important event. Being one of his longest friends, Draco was distraught by your absence.
“It means that I don’t want to tell you why I couldn’t go,” You inform him. His eyes narrow slightly.
“And why’s that?”
“Because you’ll be angry. And I’m not interested in starting our reunion out that way.”
A cool breeze blows through the air, but Theo isn’t convinced that it’s the cause of the chill that flows through him.
“How do you know I’ll be angry?” He questions, although hesitantly. You give him a look.
“Because I know you. You’ve been my brother’s best friend for as long as I can remember. I could be blindfolded and still pick you out just by the sound of your breathing. And I know what will make you mad.” You take another drag of the cigarette, the smoke filling the air with your sigh. “This will.”
The debate in Theo’s head is intense. On one hand, with how cryptic you’re being, he wants to know what the reason was. Just the way you said it has a fire flaring in his chest. But on the other hand, you're right. He’d rather not plague the reunion that he’s been thinking about for the last decade with anger. Not when he doesn’t have to. Not while you’re looking at him like that, with a warm smile and even warmer gaze. Before he has the chance to decide how to go forward, you make the choice for him.
“Let me take a look at you,” You say, taking a step back and looking him up and down. Internally, Theo prays that his cheeks don’t reflect on the outside the heat they feel on the inside, as your eyes trail from the top of his head to his feet.
“You still look like my Theo. Except for this.” Stepping forward, you bring a hand to his left cheek, your fingers resting on his jaw as your thumb grazes the beard growing on his face. Theo holds his breath, because he knows if he exhales, you’ll hear the shudder. When you let your hand drop, left behind is the feeling of ice where your warm fingertips had been. You shake your head. “Certainly don’t look like an ex-convict.”
Theo’s next words leave his mouth before he has time to think them through.
“You certainly don’t look like a newly divorced woman.”
As soon as the words enter the atmosphere, Theo’s face falls, and he wants to insert his foot in his mouth. It wasn’t meant to be the insult it sounded like when he said it. But to his astonishment, you just smile, looking up at the sky as you shake your head.
“It was never going to last with Cormac,” You tell him. “Our divorce was written in the stars. I knew that. I don’t know if he knew that, but I did.”
Theo’s gaze drifts to the ground before looking back up at you. The question he wants to ask is running on repeat in his mind, as he goes back and forth on whether or not to even say it.
Fuck it.
“Why did you marry him?”
You flinch slightly, to Theo’s dismay. The last thing he ever wants is to hurt you. At the same time, he went all these years wondering how someone like you could be with someone like Cormac Fucking McLaggen, the same Cormac Fucking McLaggen that you and him spent hours and hours collectively making fun of back in school, and he couldn’t go without finding out any longer.
“He was there and-“ You stop abruptly, closing your eyes briefly before opening them again. He can practically see you rearranging your thoughts. “And no one else was.”
Theo raises an eyebrow.
“You didn’t think you deserved or could find anyone better?”
You laugh suddenly, confusing Theo, before you respond.
“I knew I could find someone better,” You say. “He was just intended to be… a placeholder. Just to pass the time.” You sigh. “He ended up being a shitty placeholder, and more work than was necessary. That was my fault. I got complacent.”
The more you explain yourself, the more Theo grows confused. He wants to yell at you, to tell you to just say what you mean. But he doesn’t.
“A placeholder?” He asks quietly. “What the bloody hell does that mean?”
For a moment, you don’t say anything, taking another drag from your cigarette and blowing the smoke into the air. Theo watches you, so tempted to ask you for one, but he’s so wrapped up in the conversation that he can barely breathe, let alone speak.
“It means he was there, I was lonely and I was waiting for something better.”
Theo’s eyes are fixed on every move you make, his whole body turning to watch you sit down on the bench. As he tries to sort through his racing thoughts to find a coherent one, you take another drag of the cigarette, looking around at the roses. He takes a seat to the right of you.
“What were you waiting for?”
You don’t answer as you turn to look at him. Just the look on your face drives Theo crazy. Not once would he ever say that you remind him of your father, but your ability to move through a conversation with ease and manipulation is uncanny. He’s convinced that the word discomfort isn’t in your vocabulary. If a topic comes up that you don’t want to talk about, you simply twist the conversation back to exactly where you want it to be. And Theo, a person who knows you better than most, can tell just by the way you’re looking at him right now that you’re about to do what you do best. And he’s going to let you.
It’s the way you do it this time around, however, that comes as a surprise.
Your gaze drops to his left arm at his side, his hand resting on his knee. With a delicate touch, you reach over and take it between your fingers, slowly rising the sleeve up his arm as Theo, once again, forgets how to breathe entirely.
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“I won’t ask you again, Theodore. Did you take the Dark Mark?”
The sound of his full name coming out of your mouth made his heart stop. Theo swallowed hard, whispering your name under his breath so quietly that a gust of wind could’ve drowned it out.
You charged towards him, grabbing his arm and yanking up the sleeve of his hoodie before he could even process that you had moved. There, in its glory, was the fresh mark, branded so recently that the skin surrounding it was still tender.
A strangled whimper escaped your mouth before you forcibly threw Theo’s arm away from you, as if it had burned you. Covering your mouth, you turned away from him, taking a couple of steps towards the table you had been sitting on only moments before. Nausea overwhelmed Theo as he stared at you. He followed your footsteps and reached out for your arm, only to have it yanked back the moment his fingers curled around your bicep. The gesture sent a ripple of pain through Theo’s chest.
“Please let me explain-“
“How could you do this!?” You shouted, whipping around to face him. The sight of the tears streaming down your face shredded his heart more than your words ever could. “We talked about this, Theo. I told you not to take the mark. Not to waste your life. How could you do this to yourself? Hell, how could you do this to me?”
I can’t do this, Theo thought to himself. I can’t.
The way your eyes were a careful mix of anger and devastation was too much for Theo. There wasn’t much he wouldn’t do to make you stop looking at him like that, and it was very rare for him to want you to stop looking at him at all. But he knew that the one thing that could make you relax once again was the one thing he couldn’t give you. He took another step towards you, saying your name again. When you took a step backwards, he felt like the floor was going to open up and swallow him whole.
“This is more than getting acquainted with the family business!” Your chest heaved as you spoke. “This is getting integrated.”
“I have just as much ability to say no to my father as you and Mattheo have to say no to yours!” He shouted desperately. “There was nothing I could do. You, of all people, have to understand.”
You vigorously shook your head. “No, Theo. I don’t. I would’ve done anything to stop this from happening.” The pain that dripped from your words was splattered on your face. Theo wanted to throw up just looking at your expression, each word feeling like another punch to the face.
“What would you have wanted me to do?” He asked, his voice now level but strained while taking another step forward. “Tell me. Tell me what you would have had me do.”
Your eyes were wide and filled with fear. Another cold breeze came through the cracks in the balcony walls. Instead of taking a step back when Theo stepped forward, you stood still, staring up at him as your chest continued to heavily rise and fall.
“Anything.” Your voice was a coarse whisper. “Literally anything else.”
“I didn’t have a choice!” He didn’t mean to shout at you again, but his head felt so foggy from the whole thing, he couldn’t think straight. The sadness in your eyes was destroying him in ways he would never understand.
“There’s always a fucking choice!” You shouted back.
“I-“
Theo was quickly cut off but your rapid speaking.
“We could’ve run. We could’ve fled together. Just you and me. Anywhere. Maybe to Italy so you could be close to the memory of your mother. Or to somewhere totally new, like Brazil. Or Japan. We could’ve escaped this together if you had given me the chance to help you. To save you.”
It would’ve hurt less if you had actually cut his chest open and ripped his heart out with your bare hands instead of doing it figuratively like you just had. He let out a shaky breath, his entire body going stiff.
“You don’t mean that,” He said quietly. “Just leave Mattheo? And your fam-“
“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t mean, Theodore.”
He flinched at the subsequent use of his full first name.
Theo stood frozen as he watched you press your hand over your eyes, inhaling deeply before letting it out just as hard. Your warm breath turned into a cloud of steam dissipating in front of you from the cold air. He took another step towards you, the distance dwindling.
“I don’t know what you want me to do,” He said softly. The pleading in his tone could be heard for miles.
You stood silent for a long time, your hand covering your eyes. With every passing moment where you didn’t speak, Theo grew more anxious. The silence between the two of you was just as loud as if you were screaming at the top of your lungs. But if Theo was being honest with himself, he’d rather you scream and shout at him. That's what he was used to. But the stunned silence? This was something that, in all the years of knowing and learning everything he could about you, he had never seen. It was too much for him to bear.
When he whispered your name again, you shook your head. The motion caused a pain in his chest so severe that he worried his heart would stop entirely. In a daring moment, he took a step forward, delicately pulling your hand from your face and tilting your head upwards to look at him.
“Please.” Theo did nothing to hide the pain and desperation in his tone. His hands moved to cradle your cheeks. “Please tell me what to do. And I’ll do it.”
Your eyes were wide as you stared into his. The world seemed to screech to a halt at this moment. The wind that had been haunting the balcony for the entire night stilled. The crickets went dead quiet. Theo’s thumbs stroked the skin of either side of your face.
Against his better judgment, despite the severity of the situation he and you find yourselves in, the proximity to you caused his eyes to instinctively jump down to your mouth.
His heart skipped a beat when he saw you do the same.
As you opened your mouth to speak, an overwhelming pain radiated through Theo’s left arm. His hands dropped from your face as he stepped backwards, blowing out a hiss through his teeth as he gripped his forearm tightly. Your mouth pressed into a firm line, as you understood before he did what was about to happen. The noises from upstairs picked up again at the same moment, and in the distance, Theo could hear his name being shouted.
You quickly turned with your wand, removing the barrier you had created around the stairs. The shouting instantly grew louder, and suddenly, Mattheo appeared at the top of the steps. The anger he previously had was gone, replaced with another look that sent chills down Theo’s spine.
Fear.
He didn’t regard you at all. His eyes were focused on Theo.
“We have to go.”
Theo swallowed hard as Mattheo stared down at him.
“He’s here.”
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The deja vu hits Theo hard as you roll his sleeve up.
Though your expression doesn’t change, he can feel the way your fingers relax against his skin when you find that the Mark is nowhere to be seen. Seeing his bare arm brings him great relief as well, even though he’s seen it this way every day since its removal.
“They removed it when we got to Azkaban,” He explains quietly. “They thought we could communicate through it or something.”
Your thumb trails up and down his skin in the same area the Mark had been. Theo’s eyes are glued to the motion, following your movements.
“That night haunted me for years.”
Your words send a chill up his spine so intense that he can’t hide the shiver that ripples through him. Swallowing hard, his eyes jump back to your face, studying your features.
“Me too.”
The sound of the crickets chirping fills the night air, along with the very distant music coming from the manor. Your eyes find Theo’s again, although your hand doesn’t let go of his arm.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” You say, voice quiet, yet not quite a whisper. “If I had known what was about to happen, and that it could’ve been our last interaction, I wouldn’t have acted the way I did.”
“If anyone should be sorry, it should be me.”
You give him a look.
“Please. Don’t. I didn’t understand then, but I understand now.”
Theo glances down at your hand on his arm, pulling away so he can in turn take your fingers in his. The two of you look down as Theo turns your fingers around in his hands, as if he’s examining them.
“If you knew then what was about to happen…” You asked slowly. “What would you have done differently?”
Theo’s face grows warm.
“Honestly?”
Though his gaze stays cast downwards, he can still feel the warmth of yours as it jumps to his face once more.
“Always.”
For a moment, no one moves or speaks. Then, Theo entwines his fingers through the spaces between yours, curling them down so the tips press softly against the dorsal aspect of your hand.
“I would’ve kissed you.”
If your breath didn’t hitch in your throat, Theo would think you didn’t react at all. He glances back up at you, his eyes meeting yours, his thumb running up and down the smooth skin of your hand. What a perfect night for a party, the night of the full moon. The moonlight dimly hits your face but it’s still enough to make his heart flutter.
“I would’ve let you.”
It takes everything in Theo to not kiss you right there. The moment he has been waiting all these years for is finally here, dropped in his lap. But he can only kiss you for the first time once, and it has to be perfect.
Theo glances down at your mouth. It’s just a moment away, and he’s counting down the seconds.
“I would’ve told you that I was in love with you too.”
The shock breaks through your face this time, as Theo squeezes your hand a little tighter.
“I would’ve said the same.”
Nights of dreaming of this moment in his Azkaban cell seem to fill his memory as your words hit Theo like a monsoon. He raises his free hand and brushes the free strands of hair away from your face.
“What about now?” He asks in a soothing whisper. “Would you say the same now?” What shocks him is when you laugh, but he tries not to let it falter his resolve.
“Theo,” You say, the laughter gone but the genuine look of amusement still present. “Why do you think I needed a placeholder?”
A beat passes.
Theo’s lips crash into yours.
And despite having been out of Azkaban for a while now, despite his reunion with his sanctuary at Malfoy Manor, he’s finally, completely, come home.
Every repressed feeling Theo has ever felt in the last decade is surged through the kiss and into you. All of his desperation, his yearning, the fiery love that never got snuffed out. It felt like his heart just knew that he’d see you again, and the love he felt was carefully packed away in a box, left to grow until the reunion had arrived.
The cigarette you had been holding is now forgotten on the pathway. Your hands weave through Theo’s hair as he has one hand on your cheek, the other firmly placed on your hip. The world around you and him is still. Did the crickets go home? Is the party over? All sounds have gone mute, minus the sounds of your quiet hums as Theo’s tongue searches your mouth. You scoot closer to him, your knee going between his in an effort to get as close to him as possible.
“Fucking despicable this is.”
Theo and you jump away from each other, shocked to see Mattheo approaching with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
“Out of everyone in this party, you pick him?” He goes on. “In my opinion, you could do better.”
You scoff.
“Name one person that you’ve ever met who you thought was good enough for me and I’ll chew my wrist off.”
Almost a whole minute passes before Mattheo speaks again.
“Touché.”
Theo bites back a smile. You point at Mattheo before saying, “Wait a minute. You said you don’t smoke anymore!”
Mattheo shrugs as he blows a plume of smoke into the air.
“This party killed that.”
“You arsehole. You gave me such a hard time for doing it.”
“Your excuse was a bloody weak one. ‘I miss the smell’. Shut the fuck up.”
“Forgive me for missing my brother and wanting to feel close to him!”
Mattheo’s gaze slides to Theo, then down to his fingers entwined with yours.
“Yeah. I’m sure you were thinking of me when you
took your first drag.”
You roll your eyes, turning back to Theo as you try and fail to hide the smile on your cheeks. Just the sight of you alone was sending Theo’s heart into overdrive.
Mattheo plops down in the space next to you, letting out a deep sigh.
“Just try to give it some time before you rush off and get married, yeah?” Mattheo says before taking another hit. “Don't come off desperate like our lovely hosts in there.”
“Oh, you’re actually going to keep your mouth shut about me being with a guy this time?” You challenge him. Even Theo looks at his best friend curiously, semi shocked by his response.
“Yeah, I don’t have the energy to give a rat’s fart.”
Your hand still in Theo’s, he feels you give his a squeeze.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
His heart flutters.
He knows what you’re saying without a single word passing your lips.
He repeats the gesture back to you.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Mattheo and you continue to go back and forth as Theo sits by quietly, his thumb stroking the top of your hand. Eyes fluttering closed, he takes a deep breath, soaking in the cool evening air.
This is it.
Home at last.
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UHMM I HAVE A GOOD IDEAAA! UHHHHHHH HOLD UP , UHHMM OH CAN YOU MAKE AN LITTLE STORY WHERE CHARLIE WALK IN ON CHRIS AND Y/N ARE DOING THE DEVILS TANGO . 😈😈💗💗🙏🙏
my eyes only (part 5)
chris sturniolo x reader
warnings: smutttt, p in v, choking, degradation, they get caught, cursing, cheating
** i’m not promoting cheating in the slightest, this is fiction. please do not cheat on anyone.
“holy fuck, chris!” i screamed out as his hips slammed into mine, creating a smacking sound.
we both sat on our knees on the bed, as he pounded into me from behind.
he held me against his body, one hand held my own behind my back, while his other rested against my stomach.
“still think i’m annoying?” he rasped into my ear, me eyes rolling into the back of my head at his ruthless pace.
“i’ll do this all fucking day until you answer me if i have to”
his thrusts were so deep, i was seeing stars. he somehow managed to knock the wind out of me with every movement of his hips.
“you don’t wanna answer me?” he asked, snaking the hand that was on my stomach up to my throat. he squeezed lightly, and i swear i almost came right then and there.
i let out an embarrassingly loud moan, prompting chris to choke me again.
“oh, you like that ? what a slut, getting fucked on your best friend’s cock” i bit my lip, trying to hold back the lewd sounds that desperately needed to be let out.
he bit my ear lightly, making a string of moans leave my lips.
“none of that, ma. wanna hear every single sound come out of that pretty mouth”
he used the grip he had on my neck to turn my face towards him, placing his lips against mine in a rough kiss.
our tongues danced against each others, drool dribbling down the side of our mouths.
when he pulled away, our lips were still connected by a string of saliva.
he suddenly pushed my front half down, pushing my face into the mattress by the back of my neck.
i moaned out at the harshness of his actions, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me.
my mouth hung open as he smacked my ass, groaning at the way it jiggled under his touch.
“god, i could watch this all day” he said as he continued to squeeze and slap it.
the irritated skin began to sting from the treatment, but the pain only added to the pleasure.
enjoying his fixation on it, i began to shake my ass back on him.
“fuck yes, ma. keep going, don’t fucking stop” he spoke as his hips stilled.
he watched me as i wiggled my ass against him, rolling my hips back and fucking myself on his cock.
“holy shit, you’re unreal” he mumbled under his breath as i continued my movements.
i pushed myself onto my hands and looked back at him.
“you like that, baby? my ass was made for you” i spoke in a sultry voice.
his eyes rolled back as his hands wrapped around my waist.
“for you to touch” i reached for his hand, moving it to my lips to place a kiss to it.
“to feel” kiss. “to look at” kiss. “to worship” kiss. “to ruin” another kiss.
“to cheat with” i heard a voice from behind us.
i let out a scream, my heart beating out of my chest as i went to cover the both of us in a blanket.
when i turned my face towards the door, i was met with an angry charlie.
“yo, what the fuck dude? how long were you standing there?” chris asked.
“seriously? that’s your concern?” charlie asked, narrowing his eyes at chris.
“yes, actually. you were probably enjoying the show” chris spoke.
“chris!” i said as i slapped his chest lightly, shooting him a glare.
“but seriously, how long were you standing there?” i asked, finding it weird how he chimed in at just the right time.
charlie’s face scrunched up before he spoke, “just…get dressed. we’ll talk when you’re decent” he spoke before shutting the door behind him.
honestly, charlie is an odd guy. he freaks out about small stuff, but when it comes to big issues? he’s weirdly chill about it.
don’t get me wrong, he’s definitely mad. he’s just oddly calm about the whole situation.
“he’s…not as mad as i thought he’d be” chris said as he started to get dressed.
“honestly, he probably saw it coming. i’ve been distant lately and he keeps on bringing up the nudes” i said as i pulled my clothes on.
his eyes widened at that, “he knows about those?”
“yeah. plus, he’s convinced that you’re in love with me” chris halted his actions at those words.
“what?” i asked, noticing him freezing up.
he swallowed harshly before shaking his head, resuming his actions. “nothing, that’s just kinda insane”
for some reason, his words hurt me. i tried not show it on my face as i finished pulling on my clothes.
we continued to fix ourselves up in silence, giving each other awkward glances when the other wasn’t looking.
“you ok?” he asked as i made my way to the door.
“just, stay here. i’m gonna go talk to him” i told him before leaving my room, closing the door behind me.
when i walked out to my living room, charlie was sitting on the couch with his hands folded in his lap.
i gave him a sheepish smile before beginning to talk, cutting right to the chase.
“look, i’m sorry” i started.
“no, you’re not” he breathed out. “i know you’re not, because if you were you wouldn’t have cheated on me”
i let out a sigh at his words.
“but it’s ok, i cheated on you too” my eyes widened at that.
out of everything he could say, those were not the words i was expecting.
“and that doesn’t make what either of us did ok, by any means. i shouldn’t have done that to you. but you were barely talking to me or hanging out with me, and i knew you were gonna leave me for him eventually” he said.
“and i know i have been horrible to you, and i shouldn’t have taken my stress out on you like that. i know you felt trapped in our relationship, and for that i truly am sorry. i shouldn’t have made you feel like you couldn’t break up with me”
this is the charlie that i got into a relationship with.
i don’t know what happened between now and then that made him change so drastically, but it was almost a relief to know that i wasn’t just being naive in thinking that he could still be the person i once knew.
“it wasn’t all you, charlie. i shouldn’t have gotten into a relationship with you knowing that i had feelings for chris. that wasn’t fair to you, and i am sorry for that”
“and yes our relationship was fucked up, but that didn’t give me the right to cheat on you. it’s just-”
“you’re in love with him” charlie cut me off. “and i’m not gonna stand in the way of that anymore. you deserve to be happy”
“so do you” i nodded at him.
“damn, look at us. having a real conversation like adults” charlie chuckled.
“never thought i’d see the day” i said.
“ok, well i’m gonna go” he said as he patted me on the shoulder awkwardly.
“bye charlie” i laughed, as he left.
“that was so fucking awkward” i said to myself as i made my way back to my room.
when i pushed my door open, however, chris was gone.
the only evidence of him having been here was my open window, which let in a cold breeze.
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Can be a pt 2 to my engagement one, but it can be read on its own
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Another first kiss for day six of @steddie-week for the prompts ‘true’ and ‘misunderstandings’
726 words of these ridiculous boys being ridiculous / rated T
Eddie has been staring at Steve, eyes narrowed, head tilted, for at least five minutes.
“What’s wrong with you?” Steve asks. The way Eddie looks at him sometimes sits weirdly. Makes Steve wonder if Eddie can tell. Can see Steve’s crush—more than crush—on him.
“Your face.”
Steve rolls his eyes. “Thanks.”
“It’s just so pretty.” Eddie grins and leans in to pinch Steve’s cheeks.
Steve shoulders him away—“Fuck off”—and rubs his face.
There’s a sharp cackle and then Eddie flops back onto the bed. He folds his hands on his stomach, staring up at the ceiling. There’s silence for a little while until Eddie says, softly, “You’re more than pretty, you know.”
“What?”
“You’re beautiful.”
Steve’s pulse stutters and his stomach swoops. “Eddie, don’t—” He can’t take Eddie joking about this.
“Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that, should I?” Eddie looks at Steve and Steve can’t read his face, but, oh shit, it doesn’t look like he’s joking.
“I don’t know,” Steve says, amazed he can choke any words out around his heart in his throat, “why’d you say it?”
“Because I meant it.” Four simple words and they totally shatter Steve’s world. What is happening? Eddie shrugs and adds, “But you already knew that.”
“I—” Steve blinks. “What?”
Eddie pushes himself up, so he’s sitting cross-legged, catty-corner from Steve. “You know, this is what we do. I pine and you pretend not to notice.”
“I’m not pretending.”
“No, you definitely know,” Eddie says, but he’s sounding less certain by the second.
“I don’t fucking know.” Steve’s heart beats hard and he’s pretty sure his palms are sweating. “Are you saying you…”
Eddie gives a small nod.
“Jesus Christ.”
“I thought you knew.” Eddie fists a hand in his hair. “Oh, fuck.”
“How would I know? You’re no different with me than anyone else, except when you say shit like you did earlier. But then you do something like pinch my face and it always sounds like you’re joking.”
“I’m not. I just—”
“And, I mean, I don’t know any other guys who like guys, so maybe they flirt differently, and I’m realizing as I say that it makes no sense, does it?”
“Maybe, but, hey, now you know a guy who likes guys, right?” Eddie waves his hands. A beat and then: “Wait, other guys? Other to who?”
“To me. I think.” Steve swallows. “I mean, I don’t really know.” He runs a hand over his face. “Carol dared me and Tommy H to make out once and it was just wet and awkward but that was Tommy, and you’re not Tommy and I think it would be better with you and…” He shrugs.
“Wait. You’re saying you…”
Steve nods.
Eddie’s brows raise. He points to himself. “Me?”
“Okay, one of us has to say a full sentence at some point but, yeah, you.”
“Oh.” A smile slowly forms, a different kind of smile that Steve doesn’t think he’s seen from Eddie before—it’s small and true and breathtaking.
And then Steve is flat on his back with the full weight of Eddie on top of him. Eddie’s hair is a curtain around their faces, strands tickling Steve’s nose; Steve reaches up, pushing Eddie’s hair aside as best as he can. “What are you doing?”
“We’re going to kiss,” Eddie says, “and it’s going to be so much better than when you kissed Hagan,” and then he kisses Steve.
Any doubt that Steve wanted this melts away the moment Eddie’s lips touch his—of course he wants this. And it is so much better, Eddie was right, and Steve loses himself in it. He cups the back of Eddie’s neck, fists his other hand at Eddie’s waist, relishing the feeling of Eddie’s thighs either side of his and the slide of their tongues and just Eddie.
When they part, Eddie’s lips and eyes are shining and he says, “You really are beautiful,” breathless and awed.
Steve doesn’t know what to say to that because he’s not sure anyone’s called him beautiful before so he just says, “So are you,” and kisses Eddie again. There’s nothing else to talk about, anyway, not now.
Steve knows he wants this and he knows Eddie wants this and that’s enough for now. The other words can wait; he’s got a ridiculous, beautiful boy to kiss.
#steddie#Steve x eddie#Steddie fic#Steddie fanfic#steddieweek2023#this isn’t the fic I meant to write for today but it’s the one you’re getting lol#(whether you like it or not 😜)#pizzaqueenfic#steddie first kiss
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Date night
Pairings: Eddie Munson x reader
Summary: You make Eddie take you to a haunted house.
Warning: fluff, mention of weed
Prompt: “…You’re cutting off the circulation in my arm.” “Oh? S-sorry. Just… "Got a little tense, is all. I swear I’m not scared, though! Why would I be scared of fake shit like that, anyway? What do you take me as— AHH! FUCKING GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU FUCKHOLE—”
A/n: I wanted to try and do a little fall/halloween blurb from this prompt list. Not proofread.
"JESUS CHRIST!" Eddie shrieked as a scary clown with sharp pointed teeth jumps out from behind a wall.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," he mumbled behind you, clutching his heart.
"Oh, c'mon Ed, it's not that bad they're just people in costumes." You giggle, leading the way through the haunted house.
Eddie had promised to take you out on a date, letting you pick wherever you wanted to go. What he didn't expect was your first and only choice being Hawkins new haunted house. He tried to persuade your mind on going to the pumpkin patch instead, but your mind was already made up. He was taking you to that haunted house.
Eddie pretended like scary stuff didn't bother him much. He could sit down with you and watch scary movies all night long. Only jumping when a masked killer appeared from out of nowhere. He played it off like he was re-adjusting to get more comfortable.
You always knew he was actually more scared than he led on because after your movie night, the lights in his home stayed on. He didn't care if his Uncle Wayne came home and threw a fit. Those lights were not getting shut off until the sun was out.
You, on the other hand, loved any and all things scary. Halloween was your absolute favorite time of year. Which is why Eddie tried his best to enjoy it just as much as you did. He loved seeing you weirdly giddy at the sight of people in zombie costumes. How you jumped for joy and excitement standing in line to see a new horror movie at the theater.
Now, as you both make your way down, different hallways covered in various props. Fake blood splattered on the walls and spooky sounds playing on the speakers, setting the perfect mood. Scare actors chasing or popping out from around different corners.
The sound of others screaming ahead of you, alterting what's about to come next. A giant smile plastered on your face as you make your way through the house while Eddie tagged along behind you very closely. His eyes closed most of the time, and his heart beating a mile a minute.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you owe me big time." He spoke while hesitantly peaking down an empty hallway, making sure no one was lurking.
"Fine, what do I owe you?" You sighed, turning your head to look at him.
He paused, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Oh, please, as if you didn't get enough already yesterday." You rolled your eyes, taking his hand guiding him around another dark corner. There were fake arms and legs hanging from the ceiling. Every once in a while, his head would bump into one, and you'd hear a quiet "ew" from behind.
"I could never get enough, especially if it's coming from you." He bent down to whisper in your ear.
"I literally made you tomato soup yesterday. Now you want it again?" It's not even cold enough yet for soup."
"I want gold fish to put in it this time and add that green stuff that looks like bad weed," He added proudly as his head bumped yet again into another fake arm dangling from the ceiling.
"Oh, you mean the green stuff that looks like your weed." You teased.
You heard him gasp from behind you, and before he even had a chance to argue back, a girl with long black hair covering her face popped out from a fake mirror on the wall, making him shrill with fear. He gripped your arm so tight you swear it's losing going to go numb.
"…You’re cutting off the circulation in my arm."
"Oh? S-sorry. Just… "Got a little tense, is all. I swear I’m not scared, though! Why would I be scared of fake shit like that, anyway?" He motions around, letting go of you. He's trying to gain his composure as if he hasn't been terrified the entire time. Pretending like he was never scared in the first place, but you know the truth. Those screams were genuine fear coming from within him.
He goes to continue on, "What do you take me as— AHH! FUCKING GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU FUCKHOLE—"
You swear you've never seen him move this fast before. His body probably resembled something of a blur to the others you were sure of it. You couldn't help but chuckle a little as he ran through the entire place until the glowing exit sign was in sight. Maybe you should have picked the pumpkin patch for date night instead.
Before Eddie could finish, a large man with a fake chainsaw creeps up from behind him. The buzz from the saw startling him so bad that he takes you by the hand and bolts through the house. Running down corridors and various small rooms filled with people dressed like grotesque monsters.
They reached for him before they even noticed you. Eddie never stopped screaming and cursing as he made a beeline through the house with your hand tightly in his. You heard him repeatedly reassure that he's going to get you out of here.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#joseph quinn#eddie munson fanfic#stranger things#my writing#eddie munson x reader fluff#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson blurb#eddie x reader#eddie x you#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n
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No cause now I need more. Like I don't know headcannons or something about how they got together and how their parents reacted.
LIKR IMAGINE THE FAMILY GATHERINGS!SGAHSJSKSN
Something- anything please I am begging😭
percy jackson x daughter of amphitrite! reader headcanons.
a / n : feeding my inner self ship here LMAO and also this is literally headcanons that made up from my ass, so idk if amphitrite would have a cabin, because they didn't make one even for her honor sooo.. yeah
warnings : cursing, fighting, blood mention, injury mention, basically just two waterbenders in love
- it was all camp half blood's fault
- you didn't had a cabin of your own, but they thought you staying in the poseidon cabin was the best decision
- well it was.. until percy got claimed
- you both had to share the same cabin, and he wasn't the best at keeping it clean
- all those years, getting a 10 from the cabin check, you got 5 because of him
- and it made you furious
- but, a nice girl you are, instead of breaking his heart, you warned him
- "next time we get a 5 from the cabin check, i will break your surfboard into pieces 😊"
- "yes ma'am 🫡" no ofc he didn't said that
- but he thought that as he nervously shake his head
- well, he didn't really had a time to clean his cabin, so the promise was forgotton
- and you learned to pick up after his back
- it was a beautiful afternoon when annabeth barged into your cabin
- "percy's in a fight and we can't stop him."
- these are the questions that you should've asked when she said that : what's that have to do with me? what am i even gonna do? why are you coming to me? what the fu-
- but what you did instead : run to percy
- alright, i guess you two have a bond now
- "alright seaweed brain, get your ass back up," you said as you yanked grabbed him by the arm and pushing him aside
- he tried to run to the boy he was beating back again, but you just pushed him by his chest and slowly lead him to your cabin
- "dude what the hell is going on with you?" you asked as you both enter. he was panting, sitting on his bed and holding his head. "percy? i asked you a question."
- "he was saying something shitty about you, and i couldn't just stand there and listen him. okay?" he said, not facing you.
- oh
- ooohhhhhh
- 😏
- "why though?" you sat next to him on the bed, too suprised to even get mad at him
- "you always got my back in cabin check so, i got your back outside, i guess." he simply shrugged
- alright mr in love
- and with that, you both got really close
- this was your breaking point in 'awkward energy'
- surfing competitions where it's just you two racing? check
- married dolphin and shark plushies? check
- going to an aquarium? double check
- the animals were once your enemy back then because of your mother, was your friends now
- same as percy
- and when you both started dating, percy realised how relaxed he was around you
- like when he was little, he would listen to ocean sounds to calm himself down after a stressful day
- and you have the same affect on him
- later he learned that children of amphitrite have that affect on children of poseidon and that's why annabeth bringed you that day
- talking of the parents
- the meeting was the most hilarious thing happened to you both
- because they already knew
- one time. ONE TIME YOU KISSED PERCY UNDERWATER AND THE FUCKING FISH WERE ALREADY EVERYWHERE-
- "ohh lord perseus and princess y/n"
- "ohh they're kissing"
- and suprisingly gossip spreads around ocean VERY FAST
- you both got a call from atlantic or smth to get there fast
- they weren't angry or anything, poseidon loved you and weirdly your mom loved percy
- they were just.. suprised
- "what type of history shit is going on here-"
- "POSEIDON."
- you understand where percy got his humor from now
- alright moving on to real parent SALLY MF JACKSON!!
- you think you being her ex's wife's daughter will make her hate you?
- well yeah, but sally jackson is the definition of angel
- and she doesn't care about your godly side as long as you're making percy happy by just being in his life
- so as you can say, you guys are already besties
- moving on again to u and percy
- underwater kisses duh
- silly blue shirts about fishes
- watching ariel, moana, lost fish nemo and dory and all of the sea shit together
- and recreating the musical scenes
- you having a signature pegasus friend like him
- and him having a dolphin one like you
- you guys just rule the lake atp
- living in the same cabin is the best thing ever happened to percy
- because he get to cuddle you EVERY NIGHT without having to worry about getting caught
- and tyson? basically your children
- seashell jewelry gifts from percy
- always wearing blue together
- also eating blue food
- this fic is really long rn but you both are yue and sokka tbh
- give yue one more chance!!
#and give amphitrite and hera a chance!!#perseus jackson x you#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#percy x you#percy jackson and the heroes of olympus#percy jackson series#pjo hoo toa#percy jackson imagine#percy jackson headcanon#pjo show#pjo tv show
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would it be a bother to ask for a fic w a tomboy reader and william afton? ive been on such a kick w william afton x reader fics here since i watched the movie and i love all of them but i am not feminine in the slightest so if you could write one id be so grateful!! and age gap and size difference too would also be sooo 👌👌👌. thank you so much!!!
note ✧.* this was a lil hard for me to write considering im on the girly-er side so if anything looks weird in relation to the premise i apologize in advance!! also so sorry for getting this out a lil later than promised.
pairing ✧.* steve raglan / william afton x reader
cw ✧.* age difference (reader is 18-21, william is 45-50), degrading, spanking, approximately two slaps to the face, blow jobs, rubbing through jeans? idk what to call that, coming in pants (fem)
taglist ✧.* @dilfity
synopsis ✧.* while attending yet another meeting with your career counsellor, he has a few choice of words for you.
jeans (w. afton x reader)
you sit in mr. raglan's office, trying to sit straight up, legs crossed, not bouncing. he slightly shifts in his chair as he reads your file, moving his spinning chair from side to side, as he mentally scrutinizes your report. it's nerve-wracking. anyone in your shoes would feel this way, but the way he's intently reading over every little detail makes you squirm.
the worst part is, this isn't even the first time you've been in this exact position. it wouldn't be so bad if mr. raglan wasn't such a hard ass on you. always practically demanding answers of why you keep getting let go from the jobs he gives you, criticizing the tiniest details. nothing gets passed this guy, and yet here you are.
(there's something that almost riles you up about the way he talks to you, though. he has a habit of talking with those big hands of his in a way that makes your insides twist.)
"so you sit here in front of me..." he pipes up suddenly, looking at you then lifting a brow, "wearing jeans to a meeting, for christ sake, asking for yet another job, so what? you can get 'let go' again?"
"well, yes," you say, a little dumbstruck at his comment on your attire.
mr. raglan laughs shortly. "i got news for you, kid. people with your kinda track record don't exactly find jobs as easy as you think they do."
you hold back from rolling your eyes. your fists clench at your side angrily. you speak through gritted teeth, "look, i just need a job. i'll take anything, i'm desperate."
"hate to break it to you, but things just don't work like that—"
you've had it. "will you just stop being such an asshole and give me my damn options already?! i didn't come here to be lectured."
you're seething, breathless from your outburst. your heart is pounding but nothing can beat the jaw-slacked look on his face. there's a deafening silence that has you on the edge of your seat. then, shortly, "you come here for advice, and i'm giving it to you."
you want to say something again, you open your mouth to do so, but he raises a hand to silence you promptly. "you said you're desperate, hm? want my real, useful advice?"
you stare at him, not liking the direction of this conversation or his weirdly tone of dripping malice. "get the fuck on your knees then."
it's hot, you'll admit it. and he's the whole package too, total dad-i'd-like-to-fuck and all. this isn't your type of deal, but if he's gonna offer it to you, fuck it, you'll take it. you'll take everything this man gives you. "mr. raglan—" you say, purposefully furrowing your brows, trying to act scandalized for godsake—
"get your ass over here," he scoffs with a roll of his eyes.
you shut up, perking up at that, and make way to the open space between his legs. "look at you, you degenerate thing. on your knees for such a cause."
your head swims and the buzzing between your thighs becomes far too apparent to be ignored. but you're willing to wait for that relief. you part your lips expectantly, hoping he'd get the message to undo his pants and he just laughs at you. "filthy fucking thing wants my cock in her mouth so bad."
"uh-huh," you say, mouth still open.
he does away with all the restraints and guides his cock into your mouth. eagerly, you take him and lick up the underside of his dick, eliciting a groan from him. he makes a fist around your hair and guides your mouth up and down his cock, not caring about what you can and can't take and you fucking love it.
the noises of him hitting your gag reflex is music to the mouth of your ears. the way you push him out only for him to slide back in is truly a marvel. and the grunts, groaning, and degradations that come from him makes you want to take him even faster, more than what your body can handle, and he just laughs it off, commenting on much of an "eager, filthy thing" you are.
when you feel his helping hands thrust your mouth more erratically is when he decides to pull you off. he uses your hair to stand you up and practically shove you against the desk, back facing towards him. you yelp in pain, only adding to the ache in your stomach. he stands to his full height and you gulp. fuck, he's so much bigger than you, of course he can just throw you around like that. when you ask him if you should remove your clothes, he pauses for a moment, thinking. then, mischievously, "no, i want to make good use of those jeans."
curiously, you look back at him, but his fingers are pressing against your clothed pussy. he presses hard, letting the fabric grind on you. "oh, fuck," you moan.
"yeah? you like that?" he asks gruffly, rubbing your clit through your pants from side to side. usually this stimulation wouldn't be enough, but fuck you were so hot for him that you didn't care. "fuckin' dressed like a boy," he scoffs.
tears burn in your eyes, partly from his words, the other part from the stimulation. then he slaps you across the face. "i asked you a fucking question."
"yes!" you cry, moving a hand to rub at your stinging cheek. he grabs your hand and then slaps the other side of your face, just for fun. a few tears slip down your face at his physicality, but doesn't change that fact that you, "love it so much!"
"think you deserve to come?" he asks. "after that shit you pulled. you think you deserve it?"
you sniffle, knowing damn well what his answer's going to be. "well, i don't."
he removes his hands then promptly wipes them on his pants. you sob out, grasping for his hands but he pushes off of you. "you better come back with a better attitude if you expect anything more than what i gave you."
#asks#fnaf#fnaf x reader#five nights at freddy's#fnaf smut#william afton#steve raglan#william afton x reader#william afton smut
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Sucks to be Him
Summary: You were trying to have a fun night with your friends when a handsome stranger introduced himself as your mate. The problem? You have a boyfriend.
Pairing: Werewolf! Haechan x Witch! Female reader
Warnings: smut, reader is slightly older, no actual cheating
“I must be the luckiest motherfucker on Earth.”
Confused, you looked to your right to see a man with beautiful tan skin and boyish soft features leaning against the wall next to you. His smile was mischievous but his eyes held such a gentle spark that you felt jealous of whoever that look was directed towards. You looked then to your left, trying to find who he was talking to, only to see a few guys vomiting and a girl drunk calling her ex.
You frown and look back to your right, where he is still staring right at you, this time eyeing you up and down while biting his lower lip softly.
“Excuse me?,” you asked, giving him an unamused glare.
“Fuck, even your voice is pretty,” he chuckled as he rested his head against the wall and closed his eyes.
“...Are you high?”
“It sure feels like it,” he sighed dreamily.
“...OK. Bye,” you awkwardly said, willing yourself to go back into the noisy club, but before you could walk past the handsome stranger, he grabbed your arm and pulled you roughly against his body. You gasped as your free hand landed on his firm chest where his heart beat so hard and fast it almost felt like you were holding it in your palm.
“What’s the hurry, pretty?,” he asked, bringing your hand which he still hadn’t let go of to his lips and kissing your knuckles.
You never let men treat you like this. Especially strangers. You would have beaten the shit out of him already, screamed or run if you weren’t feeling brave. But this time your body wouldn’t move, and it wasn’t because of fear. Being held by him felt good. You felt protected, wanted, adored, like you belonged with him and not with your boyfriend.
Right.
Your boyfriend.
While you were clubbing with friends, you had to go out and look for a quiet place to call him, but he didn’t pick up.
You should be with him now.
Not with whoever this guy was.
Gathering all the strength you could and ignoring the sharp pain in your chest, you pushed him away with shaky hands. He looked more hurt than angry. His eyes glossed like he was about to cry at the abrupt rejection.
“I-...I have a b-boyfriend,” you stuttered as you clumsily took your phone and tried calling him again.
The man seemed even more hurt at your words, his eyes wide and his eyebrows furrowed, mouth hanging open in disbelief. He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing while listening to the neverending call waiting beep.
When you finally gave up and hung up with a heavy sigh, he spoke again.
“He’s not picking up?” he asked, his eyes still closed as he rested his head on the wall. You ignored his question and quickly typed a message instead. “What a shitty boyfriend. I will never do that to you,” he continued matter of factly, like he was predicting the future instead of speaking hypothetically.
“He t-texted me,” you lied. “We’re gonna meet now.”
“Well, sucks to be him.”
“What?”
“I said it sucks to be him,” he said, opening his eyes slowly, “because you’ll have to break up with him.”
You couldn’t believe your ears. The audacity.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? Why would I break up with him?” you spitted, finally looking at him, ready to give him a piece of your mind, when you saw his eyes and froze.
They kept changing between golden and red.
Fuck.
A werewolf.
You recalled everything you learned about werewolves back in school. You never thought you would cross paths with one, since there were so few of them.
You knew they weren’t naturally aggressive, but when their eyes turned red things could get messy. It was dangerous. You should be scared.
But you weren’t.
If anything you were weirdly attracted to and curious about this stranger.
“Because you’re my mate.The Moon chose you for me.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Yes, you do. You feel it too, don’t you?”
“...No,” you lied. But you knew he could see right through you. Your legs were visibly shaking, your face was hot and probably as red as his eyes, your heart was beating like crazy and there was a funny feeling expanding in your chest. You felt so warm it was becoming harder to think coherently.
You had heard about werewolves having human mates, but you??
No way. No matter how attractive he was, you didn’t know this man. Hell he even looked younger than you. No. You had a boyfriend and you had always been a loyal girlfriend. That wouldn’t change because “The Moon” decided against it.
“No?”he asked almost mockingly and took slow steps towards you.
“No!” you repeated firmly and without a second thought you took a tiny satin sack from your purse and threw the content at him. Shiny golden dust landed on his face and he stumbled back shaking his head, fuddled. His body slid down the wall until he was laying on the floor, and his eyes fought the sleeping dust, trying not to lose sight of you. But not even a werewolf was immune to magic and soon he fell asleep.
You went home as fast as you could and texted your friends, letting them know you were too tired to party. You texted your boyfriend again, but he hadn’t even read your previous text.
You thought about the werewolf alone outside of that shady club and it broke your heart. You wanted to go back and check if he was okay, if his hair was as soft as it looked, if his body was always that warm, if his lips-
Enough!
Next week you were going to celebrate your anniversary with your boyfriend, he would probably propose, you would say yes and you would live happily ever after. You wouldn’t see thatwerewolf ever again.
The morning of your anniversary you woke up with a killer headache and the usual text from your boyfriend apologizing for not picking up your calls.
Seojun: Sorry, babe. I was busy.
Seojun: I’ll call you later, okay? love you
Y/N: It’s fine! Sorry for bothering you. I love you too! See you tonight
You added as many heart emojis as you could and sent the message, staring at the screen for a few minutes in case he replied.He didn’t. He was a busy man, after all. You would have plenty of time to talk over dinner.
You drank a sparkling painkiller potion and took a long shower before getting ready for work, which thankfully wasn’t far: you had to go down the stairs of your cozy apartment and open your shop. You sold crystals, herbs, oils, and a few objects that were probably cursed. But the main attraction of the store was divination. Tons of people came everyday to ask about their future, their love compatibility and ways to make a fortune. Some of them were drunk groups of friends who got curious after seeing the shop on their way back home after partying. So the shop was strategically located near the hottest area.
You had 3 clients who had made an appointment with you today and one walk-in customer who ended up buying clear quartz and black tourmaline for protection after the crystal ball showed a friend backstabbing them.
You were about to close the store when your boyfriend called.
“Hello?” you picked up with a cheerful voice in spite of your tired body and the headache that refused to fade away.
“Hey y/n, how is work?”
“It was good!” you started when you heard the little bell on the door ring, indicating that someone had entered the store. “Sorry! we’re closing early today,” you told the customer without looking away from your purse where you were trying to find the keys to the store.You continued talking to Seojun, “ I’ll close the store now and go to the restaurant.”
“Oh nice, you’re closing early. Where are you going?” your boyfriend asked obliviously.
You stopped blindly searching for the key and sighed heavily, closing your eyes as the heachache only got worse.
“What do you mean where? Don’t you know what day is today?”
Silence came from the other side of the line. The only voice you heard belonged to the customer who for some reason still hadn’t left the store and was having a drunk discussion (more like a monologue) about destiny with somebody else. Probably a friend who was too drunk to even reply.
“Did you forget our anniversary?!” you asked. More to confirm than anything else. The answer was clear.
“Y/n… you know I’ve been busy,” he started.
“I’m just saying,” the customer insisted on their philosophical conversation, “I presented before you and I still haven’t found my mate. How come you-”
“I SAID WE’RE CLOSED!” you snapped, finally turning to see the insistent customer. There stood the werewolf you met last week, next to another guy about his age who looked terrified at your sudden outburst. Both stared at you wide eyed.
“Y/n, babe…I really don’t have the time today. I’ll make it up to yo-,”Seojun tried reasoning with you but you weren’t listening anymore.
“Seojun…I’ll call you later,” you mumbled and hung up the phone.
An awkward silence took over the store as all three of you stared at each other.
“Sorry, we uh… we’re gonna uh- go, yeah…” the scared man with feline features whispered as he pulled the other man’s hoodie to move him towards the door.
“It’s her,” the tan skinned werewolf said firmly.
“Huh?”
“She’s my mate, Mark. The one I met last week.”
“The one who knocked you out with sleeping dust?”
“Yep.”
“Woah…dude! And you found her again in no more than a week? You really are The Moon’s favorite,” Mark said excitedly.
“What are you doing here?” you cut into the conversation rudely. “I told you I have a boyfriend.”
“The one who just forgot your anniversary?” your supposed mate raised an eyebrow exceptically.
“Damn, what a shitty boyfriend,” said Mark.
“That’s none of your business. Just get out!” you exclaimed.
“But…my friend here wants to ask about his future,” said the werewolf.
“As I said before,” you said completely out of patience. “We’re closing early.”
“Why? It’s not like you have plans anymore. Pretty sure your … ‘boyfriend’ just canceled,” he challenged, the word boyfriend coming out as a growl.
“Haechan, shut up! You’re so insensitive,” Mark slapped the man’s arm and turned to speak to you. “I’m so sorry about that. I’ve just…been feeling kinda hopeless lately and I could really use some guidance,” he whispered and looked at his feet, playing with the hem of his sweater.
Damn your sweet nature. How could you say no when he looked like a kicked puppy.
“This way,” you finally sighed and guided the two men into a room with a small round table covered with a long red cloth and three chairs. Statues of deities from different religions decorated the room along with beautiful crystals that reflected the dim light of the candles illuminating the room. On the table, a crystal ball, runes, tarot cards and some other divination methods awaited to be of use.
“My name is Donghyuck. You can call me Haechan,” the tan skinned man suddenly said as soon as the three of you sat down.
“I didn’t ask,” you replied dryly.
“What’s your name?” he asked, ignoring your mean statement.
You didn’t want him to know. You were already worried that he knew where you worked, so you decided to talk to Mark only.
“How about we do some candle wax reading?” you asked gently. Haechan scoffed.
“Sure, uh… w-whatever you want,” Mark replied nervously, looking at the statue he could swear had moved.
“If you don’t give me a name, I'll call you ‘love’ instead,” Haechan interrupted, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “How about ‘angel’? ‘Princess’? ‘Pretty’? You seemed to like that one-”
“Y/n,” you finally said, your cheeks turning red. “My name is y/n.”
“Y/n…” he repeated like he was savoring your name, looking into your eyes.
You caught the whimper right before it left your throat and focused on Mark only, who was shifting awkwardly on the chair.
You could tell how pure Mark was by how easy it was to chanell and see his future. The candle wax floated in the bowl of water making incredibly vivid figures that let you know all you needed to. He was close to meeting his mate alright. You warned him that this person would have quite a strong character and he could get hurt, but he was so excited about having a mate that he didn’t care about the rest. You smiled at how his eyes shined when he curiously looked at the wax and told him every other detail you could see. You were quite proud of yourself for managing to concentrate when you could feel Haechan’s piercing eyes on you the entire time, and exhalled relieved when you finally led the two visitors to the door.
“Y/n,” Haechan called your name before leaving. “I’ll drop by tomorrow.”
“Don’t-” you started but he had already left running with Mark who was euphoric at the discovery that he had someone special waiting for him. That, and the alcohol in his body. You were left alone in the dark store, the only noise being the little bell on the door still ringing after the two men closed it.
You looked for your phone in your purse to find 4 missed calls from your boyfriend and a long text apologizing. Again. You would normally feel sad, but this time you felt nothing.
When you went downstairs to open the shop the next morning, Haechan was already standing outside. As soon as you opened the door you were met with his boyish smile as he offered one of the coffee’s he was holding and made his way into the store.
“Haechan…” you sighed, “you can’t be here.”
“Don’t be silly y/n. You’ll need as much help as you can starting today.”
“...Why?” you asked suspiciously.
“Mark was so happy with your work, he told absolutely everyone about how good you are. And he has a lot of friends. Everyone loves Mark,” he said pointing behind him to show you a large line of people waiting to enter.
You gasped.
“Ok, wow…uh… look, I appreciate your help, but I can handle it myself. We really shouldn’t see each other any-” you stopped mid sentence when he gently pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. His hand then rested on your cheek and his thumb caressed your lips, parting them. This time you couldn’t stop the faint whimper that he surely heard as he responded with a soft groan.
Just then you heard the bell and pushed him away nervously, facing your first customer of the day
“H-hi! How can I help you?” you asked with your best customer service smile.
“Hey, I have this necklace I inherited from my grandma,” the woman said showing you a beautiful necklace with a ruby pendant. “But when I wear it-”
“It’s cursed,” Haechan said, stepping forward and carefully grabbing the relic with his fingertips and placing it on the counter, where he turned on the lamp and pulled the magnifier glass out of the drawer like it was his shop. “14K gold over silver. Truly a beauty…Ah, here it is,” he said as he pointed at a tiny symbol carved at the back of the ruby.
Both you and the customer stared at him dumbfounded.
He then walked towards the customer and asked if he could see the back of her neck. Without questioning it, she quickly tied her hair up in a messy ponytail and Haechan stood behind her, looking for something. You stood next to him curiously.
“Found it,” he murmured and pointed at the same symbol he had seen in the necklace engraved faintly on her neck. “Luckily it’s not serious yet. We’ll just have to purify the necklace and the problem will be solved.”
“How long will that take?” the customer asked hopefully.
“I would say…about two weeks?” he answered, looking at you for confirmation.
“Uh-yeah, two weeks should be enough,” you replied.
Your first client of the day left satisfied and there were many more to come. Some were looking for a tarot card reading, some needed to buy specific herbs and some had more problems with cursed objects, which Haechan handled perfectly. You didn’t even notice when the day was over.
“How do you know all that stuff?” you asked while balancing the cash drawer.
“Me? Oh uh…my major is demonology and I specialize in cursed objects, so you could say I’m in my element. Did you know one of your statues moves? I’ll have to take a look at that later,” he rambled.
“Shouldn’t you be in class then?”
“Not really. It’s my last semester so I’m just working on my thesis now. I have plenty of time to work here.”
“Haechan…I- it’s not gonna happen.”
“What’s not gonna happen?” he asked stubbornly.
“You and me. I told you so many times: I have a boyfriend and I won’t cheat on him-”
“I can wait.”
“I- ugh I’m surely older than you, Haechan, I already graduated a couple of years ago, it won’t work-”
“Ah…that? I guess I should call you noona then.”
“That’s not the point, I- why are you smiling? Is this funny to you?”
“It’s just… you keep giving me reasons why you can’t, but you’ve never said you don’t want to.” he replied, caging you against the counter, one hand placed on each side of you.
“I h-have a boy-”
“I don’t give a fuck about your boyfriend, y/n,” he growled, his face coming closer to yours until you were barely cemtimeters away. “Noona…”
Your phone rang just in time. You scurried away and picked up. It was Seojun.
“H-hi!” you asked as cheerfully as you could even though your voice crackled.
“Y/n, you didn’t answer my texts. I was so worried,” Seojun sighed and he did indeed sound worried.
“Oh…yeah I had a lot of work today,” you answer, looking at Haechan who was biting his lip and staring at the floor, frustrated.
“Oh, that’s good! I mean, that your business is doing well-...I,” he cleared his throat. “I am really sorry about yesterday, y/n.”
“...It’s okay,” you replied and winced when Haechan snapped his eyes toward you annoyed, as if clearly saying ‘No, it’s not okay.’
“Let me make it up to you, hm? I’m outside your store now.”
“Now?!” you asked just when you heard the bell again. You were face to face with Seojun, smiling at you gently.
“Hi, babe! I finished work early today so I thought we could-Oh, sorry you have a customer,” he said when he saw Haechan.
“I’m not a customer,” Haechan replied, jaw tight. “I work here.”
“Oh…she never mentioned you,” he said awkwardly and chuckled, offering to shake hands with Haechan. “I’m Seojun, her boyfriend.”
“Donghyuck,” Haechan replied, stopping himself from saying ‘her destined mate’, shaking his hand, his grip a little bit too strong to be friendly.
You felt petrified, your hands were suddenly cold and you held your breath. When was the last time you had seen Seojun? three weeks ago? More? You could hardly recognize the man you were supposed to be in love with. And what’s worse, you had almost let another man kiss you. And now they were both shaking hands. You were the worst.
All these thoughts running in your head were so overwhelming you couldn’t stop a tear rolling down your cheek, and then another one, until you were sobbing uncontrollably.
Both men looked at you, surprised. Haechan was the first one to move, wanting nothing else than to hold you but Seojun cleared his throat, gaining his attention. Haechan glared at him, but knew better than to start a fight when you were crying. Instead, he moved away, letting your actual boyfriend be the one who comforted you.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Seojun asked, caressing your head. Haechan grimaced at the nickname and you only cried harder. “I know, I know. I’ve missed you too. You seem to be very tired, so I’ll cancel the reservation and we can just stay in today, okay? Let’s order something and I’ll stay with you all night, I promise,” he was talking to you, but he stole a glance towards Donghyuck, his instincts already telling him he should be careful. “You can go, Donghyuck. I’ll take care of my girlfriend.”
Haechan didn’t move for a few seconds, his wolf saying he shouldn’t leave his mate crying in some other man’s arms. But he finally said goodbye and left the store, telling himself he needed to be patient.
When you heard the door bell you cried harder, a part of you not wanting Haechan to go. But you pushed that thought away, hugging your boyfriend and repeating in your head that if you worked harder you could make this relationship work. Your boyfriend waited patiently for you to stop crying, helped you close the store, order your favorite food and cuddled you.
“Y/n… tell me what’s on your mind,” he begged when you were both lying in bed.
“Nothing,” you replied, “I’m just tired.”
He stared at you for what felt like a whole minute and then leaned in, kissing you hesitantly. You kissed him back and he deepened the kiss happily. It had been so long since you last kissed. The room became heated soon and you were lying under him, his hands pushing your shirt up slowly, exposing your belly.
“You’re quiet today,” he panted, kissing your neck.
“I’m just tired,” you repeated, but you were not sure that was the reason. To be honest, you weren’t turned on. You didn’t feel anything at all.
“Yeah? Let me do all the work then, m’kay?” he said, slipping his hand into your pants. He then stopped moving and pulled away from you. “Y/n…you’re not wet.”
You looked away, embarrassed.Fuck.
“Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
He stared at you without knowing what to do. This had never happened before.
“How about I suck you off?” you offered, unbuckling his belt.
“Y/n,” he called, not sure if you should keep going, but all his concerns were replaced with a deep moan when you licked at the tip of his hard member.
You felt like the worst girlfriend in the world but you could at least do this for him. You tried to satisfy him as much as possible that night, feeling accomplished whenever he moaned and arched his back, but not once did you feel aroused.
When you woke up the next morning, Seojun wasn’t there. He had left for work and left a note on your night table, repeating how sorry he was for not spending enough time with you.
You didn’t have breakfast that day, instead went straight to work and found Haechan waiting for you. He looked like he didn’t sleep all night, dark circles under reddened eyes and a worried expression, which quickly turned into relief when he saw you. He quickly approached you but stopped midway, wrinkling his nose and looking away. You knew how sensitive werewolve’s noses were. He could probably smell Seojun all over you. ‘Good’, you thought. That will help him move on faster.
You didn’t tell him not to come to the store again. You thought he would stop now that he saw your boyfriend, but you were wrong. He kept showing up every morning for the next month, working hard, bringing you coffee, and telling jokes like nothing had happened. However, he refused to accept his paycheck.
“What do you want then?”
“You,” he simply replied.
“It’s not gonna happen,” you replied, rolling your eyes and he chuckled. He knew you weren’t indifferent to him.
There were still lingering touches, intense stares and some comments that were far from platonic, but he wasn’t coming at you as strongly as before. He was happy to earn your trust slowly, knowing he had the rest of his life to spend with you. No matter how stubborn you were, you couldn’t fight the pull forever.
He did get annoyed whenever Seojun dropped by the store. Seojun was never particularly happy to see him either.
“Hello, Donghyuck,” he greeted uncomfortably, just like whenever he saw him. “You’re still here this late?”
“I would stay longer if she let me,” he replied.
“If I didn’t know better, I would think you’re trying to steal her away from me,” he joked, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
Haechan simply smirked mischievously and walked towards the door.
“See you around, Seojun.”
You were trying hard to save your relationship, but he was always busy, he barely replied to your texts even though he said he would change and sex with him was getting more awkward. It just felt wrong.
Tonight was no different. No matter how many positions you tried, you just couldn’t get off. You could tell Seojun was getting tired and frustrated too.
“Is there…somebody else?” he asked.
“What?! No,” you replied, offended.
“Is it Donghyuck?” he insisted.
“I-,” you mumbled. “There’s nothing going on between us.”
“But he likes you,” he stated.
“It’s more complicated than that…”
“...Explain.”
“He…is a werewolf.”
He raised his eyebrows and his eyes almost popped out of his skull as everything started making sense.
“Fuck… h-he…imprinted on you?”
“...Yeah.”
“...And you couldn’t tell me sooner?” he spitted angrily.
“I rejected him. There was nothing to say.”
“I-,” he sighed. “I don’t know if I can do this y/n…”
“Nothing happened between us!”
“He won’t stop y/n! He can’t stop! He’s an animal!”
“He is NOT an animal!”
“I bet you like that. Some immature guy who can’t control himself with you,” he scoffed. “And you just play around with him while I work my ass off for us-”
“What?! You don’t work for us! you work for yourself. You didn’t think about us during our anniversary, you didn’t think about us when I asked you to move in together, when I asked to spend your vacation together, when I wanted to introduce you to my parents-”
“Thank God I didn’t meet them! I knew we wouldn’t last long anyways-”
You slapped him as hard as your shaking hands allowed you. He glared at you but said nothing, quickly getting dressed and grabbing his stuff. He felt guilty but refused to be the first one to say sorry. You on the other hand, couldn’t even cry. You were tired of always waiting for a man who never had time for you and now had the audacity of accusing you of cheating.
You accompanied him to the door of the store in silence. It was morning already so, of course, Haechan was there.
“Seojun,” he greeted.
“Donghyuck,” he replied with the same lack of enthusiasm.
“Noona, they just delivered these. I think your friends sent it,” Haechan told you, giving you a couple of gifts and a bouquet of flowers. “I didn’t know it was your birthday! Happy birthday!”
Seojun looked at the gifts, then at you and closed his eyes, sighing full of regret. Of course he forgot about that too.
“Don’t worry, Haechan. You’re not the only one who didn’t know,” you said bitterly. “Come in.”
“Y/n,” Seojun started but you didn’t let him finish this time.
“We should break up, Seojun.”
Haechan stopped walking and looked at you, wide eyed. His eyes met Seojun’s and then he bit a victorious smirk, which your now ex-boyfriend didn’t fail to notice.
“No,” Seojun said. “Let’s talk-”
“We were talking just now. I heard you loud and clear. I don’t think there’s anything left to say.”
You closed the door and walked in, leaving Seojun outside too stunned to speak until he eventually left. You asked Haechan to look after the store while you went to take a shower and then started your day like nothing happened. You could tell Haechan wanted to ask, but you were so busy the entire day you barely had any time alone.
It was dark outside when you were closing the store and he finally spoke.
“So…”
“I don’t wanna talk about it, Haechan,” you cut him off.
“I know it’s just…Happy birthday,” he said shyly. You turned around and saw him holding a small cake with candles illuminating his beautiful face.
“I..wow Haechan,” you smiled genuinely for the first time that day. “When did you have the time to get that?”
“Lunch break,” he replied. “I didn’t have enough time to get you a gift though. I should have known sooner-”
“Thank you.”
“Huh?”
“Thank you, Haechan,” You said, looking at the cake dreamily.
Haechan could feel his heart about to burst. He smiled proudly.
“You’re welcome. Make a wish.”
You closed your eyes and did as he told you, then blew the candles while he cheered for you. It was a small celebration, but you hadn’t felt so happy in a long time.
“Drink with me, Haechan?” you asked him. He nodded quickly and offered to go buy any drink you wanted.
And that’s how you found yourself sitting on the counter, drinking a beer with your supposed mate. Laughing at embarrassing stories of when he was a child.
“What did you wish for, noona?,” he asked suddenly.
“It’s a secret.”
“But I want to knooow,” he pouted.
“Why do you want to know?” you laughed.
“To make it come true.”
You looked at him. His sincere eyes were waiting for an answer just so he could make the impossible possible. All for you.
“I wished…”
“Yeah?” he breathed out.
“For a hug,” you blurted out. Truth be told, you didn’t make a wish. You couldn’t think of any at the moment. But you could really use a hug tright now.
He gulped, situating himself in between your legs, you still sitting on the counter. “I can do that. May I?”
You nodded and he didn’t waste more time. He pressed your bodies together and held you tightly, his heart beating against yours as he straight out moaned at the feeling. You stayed like that for a minute, both of your breathings getting heavier.
“Noona,” he broke the silence.
“Hmm?”
“Remember when I told you I could wait?”
“Y-yeah…”
“Fuck that,” he groaned and crashed his lips against yours. You kissed him back hungrily and he sighed dreamily, unconsciously humping against your center, rolling your skirt all the way up. You moaned against his mouth and he chuckled.
“You like that? Hm?”
“Yeah…”
“Me too, angel,” he whispered and cupped your breasts over your shirt, massaging gently. “You’re so soft, so perfect.”
You whined and reached for the hem of his sweatpants, slipping your hand past his boxers and grabbing him firmly.
“Ah! Ohh…fuck, fuck,” he moaned, taking your panties off and touching you shamelessly. You almost screamed when he collected your wetness and used it to draw gentle circles on your clit.
“Haechan- ah! Haechan oh my god.”
He licked your neck slowly and gave it little sucks that would soon become hickeys if you didn’t stop him.
“W-wait! No m-ah…Ah! No marks!”
“Why the fuck not?” he growled, bearing his teeth against your neck.
Just then a faint beep from your phone caught both of your attention. The screen of your phone on the counter next to you lighted up to show an incoming message.
Seojun: y/n, I got you a birthday gift-
You couldn’t finish reading it before Haechan grabbed it and turned it off, slamming it back on the counter.
“Because of him?” he asked, irritated.
“It’s just…it’s been only one day. It would be disrespectful…oh!” you moaned as he slid his cock against your pussy lips and rubbed your clit just right.
“Is there an official grieving time or some shit? He's not your boyfriend right now,” he asked, holding your legs open for better access and hissing, his cock twitching. You couldn’t answer, your eyes trained on where your bodies connected.
“How can it be disrespectful when you were mine from the start?” he asked hotly.
“I…I wasn’t-”
“You were. You’ve always.been.mine!” He stressed every word with a hard thrust, constantly stimulating your bundle of nerves. “He should be thankful I even let him anywhere near you.”
You were a sobbing mess, shaking under him as his hips sped up.
“Did he ever make you this wet,noona? hmm? Did he even make you cum?”
“N-no ah…oh my god- he didn’t, I just c-couldn’t,”
“Of course you couldn’t” he chuckled, grabbing his dick and using it to slap your clit harshly, making you arch your back and your eyes roll back. “Since the moment we met, your body would only want me. All these times you told me we couldn’t be together? I knew it was all bullshit. You are mine.”
You knew he was right even if you didn’t want to admit it. You wanted him since the beginning.
“Let me mark you,” he hissed, his heavy breathing indicating he was as close as you.
“Ah…n-not- Oh! not y-yet please, pleaseplease oh!” he rubbed the head of his cock against your clit fast from side to side. “Haechan, Haecha-AH! ah!ah! OH MY GOD HAECHAN!”
Your body trembled as you came trying to close your legs only for your tights to be slapped open roughly by Haechan. He lifted your shirt and bra all the way up to your neck and jerked himself off furiously, aiming his load toward your stomach and breasts.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckfuck!” he gasped loudly staring at your face intently while releasing on you.
When he finished he pressed his hands against your stomach and spread his cum all over you.
“W-what are you doing?” you weakly asked.
“If I can’t mark you then you’ll at least smell like me,” he growled.
“Fuck.” you sighed at the view of his cum covered hands massaging your breasts. He kissed your lips softly.
“Happy birthday.”
The next week was weird. Haechan kept working at the store, only now he would be more bold with his touches and kiss you unapologetically whenever you were alone. You didn’t push him away. It just felt right with him.
Except when you read the nonstop messages from your ex. You couldn’t help but feel guilty even though that relationship had been dead months before all this happened. You answered one of his messages, agreeing to meet him and hear what he had to say. You thought it would be awkward if Haechan was around so you told him to leave early, arguing you had plans. He left, not before throwing a suspicious look at you.
You heard the bell when you were in the divination room and yelled at the newcomer to come in, assuming it was Seojun.
“What happened to your plans?” Haechan asked standing in front of you.
“H-haechan! What are you doing here?”
“Weren’t you going out with friends? Why are you still here?”
You didn’t speak.
“Noona… you can tell me anything. Don’t lie to me, please”
You sighed.
“Seojun is coming over,” you admitted.
You saw his jaw tightened but he didn’t speak.
“He wants me to listen to him one last time.”
He nodded and sat down in front of you on the divination table. “I’ll stay.”
“Haechan, no-”
“Yes,” he replied, his eyes turning red momentarily.
“He won’t feel comfortable-”
“What about what I feel? My mate meeting her ex alone at night makes me very fucking uncomfortable.”
“I…stop calling me that.”
“What? My mate? You are my mate.”
“I haven’t agreed t-to that…” you mumbled.
He stared at you in silence for a few seconds, analyzing your face looking for a sign that you were joking before speaking again
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“I’m just…not sure…you really like me that much. You’re still young-”
“I don’t just like you, y/n. I am in love with you. Imprinted for life. I’m very fucking sure.”
Truth be told you’d had few relationships in your life. All of them ended badly: they left you for somebody else, they didn’t take you seriously, they didn’t have time for you. How did you know this wasn’t just a sick joke? Haechan could easily be lying to you just to get laid.
It was like Haechan could read your mind.
“You still don’t believe me,” he hissed.
“I’m sorry…”
“Ask your tarot cards then.”
“I can’t see my own future…”
“See mine.”
“R-right now?”
“When is Seojun coming?”
“In about 20 minutes.”
“We have time then. Just a simple reading,” he said leaning back into the chair, manspreading comfortably to let you know he wasn’t going anywhere until you read for him. “Go on.”
“Uh okay,” you started shuffling the cards. “We don’t have much time so you may ask three questions and we’ll take one card to answer each. First question?”
“What am I to you?” he shot without hesitation.
“I thought this was about you. Not me,” you stopped shuffling and glared at him.
“This is about me. You’re in my life now. Now give me a card.”
Hesitantly you shuffled the cards until one fell on the table facing upwards.
The Sun.
You blushed like crazy. Of course it would be the sun. It was like your cards were making fun of you. You looked up and saw him smirk smuggly.
“I trust you know the meaning of the cards by now, so I don’t need to tell you.”
“I wouldn’t mind hearing it from you,” he teased.
“No. Next question.”
“What are you to me?”
You glared at him again but decided to finish the reading before Seojun arrived instead of arguing. Not even two seconds after another card jump out of your hands and on the table.
The Star.
You looked at Haechan who was smiling gently this time.
“Still don’t believe me?”
“...What’s your last question?”
“What’s our future together?”
“Haechan…”
“Come on. I want you to see it yourself.”
You shuffled the cards nervously until the last card fell, facing the table. You lifted the corner of the card so only you could see it and quickly tried to put it back into the deck, but Haechan quickly grabbed your hand and stood up, walking around the table until he was standing in front of you
“Show me the card,” he commanded, still holding your hand.
You refused, struggling to get away which only ended with both of you falling on the floor, cards flying all around you as his body hovered over you, grabbing both of your wrists with one hand so he could take the card from you.
The Lovers.
He laughed and threw the card away carelessly, intertwining his fingers with yours and pressing his forehead against yours.
“Stop it,” he said softly. “Stop fighting it, y/n. It’s real. I love you and you love me”
You sighed and nodded, leaning in to kiss him when you heard the bell for the second time tonight.
“Y/n? Are you here?” Seojun’s voice asked from the store entrance.
“Fuck! Haechan you have to hide,” you begged. He rolled his eyes.
“Fine,” he said, getting under the divination table, covering himself completely with the coth over it.
You quickly picked up the cards and sat down on the table, right when Seojun entered.
“Y/n! You’re working so late,” he said.
“Ah, I was just finishing a reading,” you said.
“Did I interrupt you?”
“No, not at a-ah!” you gasped when you felt Haechan’s hands caress your legs all the way up to your naked thighs, covering them with the cloth. Bad day to wear a skirt.
“What? What’s wrong?” Seojun asked.
“Nothing, it’s just…m-my headaches. You know how i-it is,” you answered trying to press your legs together, but Haechan wouldn’t allow it.
“Right uh…May I sit down?”
“I would rather you didn’t,” you accidentally replied out of panic. The last thing you needed was him noticing Donghyuck under the table. “I mean, I’m sure you won’t have much time anyways. What was it you wanted to say?”
“I…I got you a birthday gift,” he said, placing a small box on the table. “I wanted to give it to you sooner, but you didn’t answer my texts…”
“You never replied to mine when we were together, Seojun.”
“I know, I…I’m sorry. We… are we really done? Can’t we work it out?” he asked sadly.
At this, Haechan growled lowly against your inner thigh, licking and nipping possessively.
You gasped, which your ex mistakenly took as a good sign, looking at you hopefully.
“We were together for so long y/n,” he continued. “Let’s not let a kid ruin it.”
Haechan, who had been kissing his way up to your center, gave you a long lick over your panties making you whine and cover your face with your hands.
“W-ah! what are you talking a-about?” you asked, trying to keep your cool when Haechan found your clit and sucked it into his mouth roughly over the thin layer of fabric.
“We were just fine before that…wolf showed up, y/n,” he said approaching the table to grab the tiny box and open it, revealing a ring with a huge diamond on it. “What do you think? Let’s forget about all this and get marrie-”
“Oh my god, ohmygod ah!” you sobbed, Haechan pressing his head harder against you, desperate to taste more, holding your thighs around his head. “You c-can’t just- oh… fuck, this is… Things were bad before H-Haech-ah!”
“Y/n, what are you talking about? We were great.”
“You n-never had t-time for me-ah! You forg-ot my…birthday, our anniver-” you sobbed into your hands, tears of pleasure falling down your cheeks. Thankfully Seojun assumed you were just very emotional.
“I said I was sorry,” he repeated the words you’d heard so many times before.
“I- for…give y-you,” you regretted saying those words as soon as you felt teeth grazing your clit threateningly. “B-but we ah! are n-not getting back… t-together.”
Seojun just stood there, in silence. There was nothing else he could possibly say to change your mind.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated again.
You nodded without looking at him, your face still hiding behind your hands. Being sorry wouldn’t change anything. You didn’t look up until you heard the bell again, telling you Seojun had left.
You finally let out a loud moan and lifted the cloth, and the sight of Haechan contently eating you out made you come immediately, your thighs shaking around him and your fingers pulling his hair, him groaning appreciatively.
“Good girl,” he murmured against your core, between licks. “You did so well. So, so good.”
Sensitive, you tried to push his head away, which he responded to with a snarl that sounded almost too animalistic to be coming from him.
“H-Haechan?”
“More,” was his only answer before he stood up and manhandled you onto the table, dropping the box with the ring off the table in the process and ripping your panties with his bare hands, diving back in.
You screamed so loud, you were sure your neighbors would be scared.
“FUCK! HAECHAN!”
You pulled at his hair and he moaned against you, the vibrations giving you more pleasure that you could handle.
“Oh, please, too- too m-much,” you mumbled, followed by a mantra of his name, which only fueled him more.
He pressed his tongue flat against your clit and shook his head from side to side, making you come undone for him. You laid limp on the table trying to recover from what was probably the best orgasm you had ever had in your life when you felt him licking and biting your stomach.
“H-haechan n-no, no m-marking,” you weakly whispered trying to push his head away from your belly but he growled, literally bearing his teeth at you. That’s when you finally noticed the deep crimson shine of his eyes and the thin layer of sweat covering his face.
“Is t-this… are you in…?” You didn’t even know how to finish that question. You vaguely remember reading about heats and ruts, but nothing really prepared you to experience one.
“Mate,” he said like he was possessed. He lifted your body like you weighed nothing and carried you on his shoulder up the stairs. “ Need to mate you.”
He opened a couple of doors until he found your room and threw you on the bed. You would never admit it, but you were incredibly turned on by this new side of him. He took his shirt off carelessly and climbed on top of you, staring you down like you were his prey. You felt like a prey too, not being able to do anything but gasp when he tore your shirt and bra the same way he did to your panties earlier, leaving you on just your skirt.
“Fuck, I liked that shirt…ah!” you moaned while he sucked on your nipples.
“I’ll buy you more,” he replied like it was nothing. “Buy you anything you want.”
“H-how are you gonna do that?” you laughed. “You don’t even accept your payche-fuck ah!”
“Don’t need it,” he mumbled against your breast, his right hand fingering you slowly while his left hand played with your other breast. “Have savings. Could buy the entire store if I wanted.”
You could only groan at the feeling of his hands all over your body.
“Hyuck, p-please… need to-need to feel you,” you begged.
“Feel me?”
“Inside, inside please!”
He grunted and pulled away from you, finally taking his pants and boxers off, and pumping himself a couple of times before aligning himself with your entrance.
“W-wait!” you said and before he could growl at you you quickly grabbed a condom from your drawer and handed it to him. He stared at it confused, and a bit offended.
“That’s not my size,” he said. You rolled your eyes, thinking he was being arrogant and opened it so you could put it on him yourself. But you stopped yourself when you paid proper attention to his size. Your mouth hung open in disbelief, staring up at him. He smirked as he held his cock with his hand, thick and heavy.
Stubbornly you tried to put the condom on him. He hissed when you pressed it against his tip and started rolling it down with difficulty. The mission failed not even half way through, the condom split all the way to the tip, revealing the angry purple cock due to lack of circulation.
“Guess I’m bigger than him,” he teased, tossing the broken condom into the floor and jerking himself off slowly. “I’m clean, I promise.”
You nodded, spreading your legs and letting him enter you slowly. You winced when the head pushed into you, stretching you so good you got dizzy.
“Besides,” he added, pushing more of himself into you. “The whole point of this is to breed you.”
Your eyes snapped open.
“H-Haechan!”
“Mm?” he hummed, followed with a moan when he finally pushed all of him inside of you.
“Oh! y-you…you can’t be serious,” your nervous laugh was cut off by a deep thrust that had you gasping for air.
“Can’t help it,” he moaned. “Wanna give you my pups.”
“F-fuck…” you whimpered, giving into the pleasure as he pulled all the way out and thrusted harshly into you again.
“You’re so g-oh! so good, y/n,” he moaned, increasing the pace of his thrusts, trapping you in the bed with his body, his pelvis chafing your clit insistently. “Gonna…gonna fill you up-ah!”
“Oh yeah! yeah p-please-ah! ah…Ah! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck,” you begged incoherently.
“Y/n, y/n, y/n,” he could only repeat, pistoning into you like an animal, mouthing your neck needily. “Need to…need to m-mark you ugh!” was the last thing he said before he sank his fangs into your skin.
If it hurt, it was only for a second, as an incredible pleasure consumed your entire body, making your eyes roll all the way back into your skull and cum with a silent scream.
“G-good girl,” Haechan huffed against your ear, never stopping his movements. “Again, a-again!”
You hadn’t even come down from your high and he was forcing you into another one, the stimulation almost painful. You clumsily tried to push his hips to a stop, the feeling becoming too much for your human body, but it did nothing but provoke him to go harder.
You were a sobbing mess by now, you were moaning and screaming nonsense that sounded like his name, when your body finally convulsed and your squirted so hard he had to pull out.
“Fuck!” he hissed, reaching for your clit with his hand and rubbing it furiously. “Fuck! That’s it, give it to me!”
You were literally crying. It was all so good, you couldn’t even process it, and he kept giving you more and more. Finally you fell limp into the bed, bedsheets wet under you, panting under Haechan’s intense stare.
“...Again,” you heard his voice say, deeper than you’d ever heard him.
You weakly shook your head and tried to crawl away from him. He chuckled darkly, grabbing both of your ankles and manhandling you into your belly. He didn’t even bother going slow this time, slamming into you hard and setting a fast pace since the beginning.
“My mate is s-so cute,” he moaned, giving a particularly hard thrust. “Running away when I haven’t even knotted you once. So…so cute.”
You desperately grabbed the sheets under you, feeling so good you were screaming until your throat was sore and you started drooling into the pillow.
“Ah…Ah shit,” he hissed, now covering your body with his, not allowing a single move from you as his knot started expanding. “Y/n, y/n,y/n,y/n,y/n…ooohhh.”
His hips hammered into you animalistically until he pushed his knot into you, now he could only grind against you and give short thrusts until it stopped growing.
“T-too m-much…”you babbled, your body too spent to try to resist.
“You c-can take it, noona,” he panted licking at the mark on your neck. “My pretty y/n, my angel, y-you can take…all of me, can’t you? hmm? Of course you c-Aaah! fuuuckkkk… o-of course you c-can…made for me…you’re m-made for m-ooohh!” he barely mumbled, jaw hung open, the tip of his tongue sticking out his bottom lip because of the overwhelming pleasure while spurts of cum spilled inside of you until you felt you were going to explode. And just when you thought you couldn’t take anything else, his hand found its way to your clit and massaged it fast and uncoordinated, until another wave of pleasure took over you, your mind going blank.
“So lucky…I’m so blessed… The Moon gifted you to me,”was the last thing you heard before everything was silent and you drifted out of consciousness.
When you woke up, you were lying on your side, Haechan’s arms around you and his mouth kissing your shoulder gently. You tried to turn around but a sharp pain stopped you, pulling a loud hiss from Haechan too.
“Don’t move yet, angel. Not while I’m still knotting you,” he pouted and caressed your stomach.
“Right…sorry,” you said and lied down in silence again until Haechan spoke again.
“Y/n…”
“Hmm?”
“What is that?” he asked, pointing at a little box of medication on your night table.
“Ah…those? Birth control pills.”
His body tensed against you. The movement of his hand on your belly stilling.
“You take those?!” he sounded betrayed.
“You didn’t think I would actually let you get me pregnant, right?” you laughed.
“...But I want it,” he whispered into your ear, making you shiver.
“That’s just your wolf instinct speaking right now.”
“I don’t care. Want it.”
“Well, it won’t happen. I’m protected,” you chuckled and got into a comfortable position to sleep again.
“...Y/n?” you heard after a few minutes.
“Yeah?”
“Aren’t pills like… 99% effective only?”
You bursted out laughing this time. “Only? 99% only? You don’t think that can stop you?”
You would have laughed more but Haechan gave you a hard unexpected thrust now that his knott was getting smaller, making you gasp and hold into his arms for support.
“Wanna find out?” he asked.
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(Ethan Landry x F!Reader)
★Late Night Walk★
warnings: SMUT, p in v, oral sex(m!receiving), unprotected sex, kinda(?)public sex, subby Ethan.
(quickly reminder that english is not my first language, im deeply sorry if there are any grammatical errors on this!)
"Dude, this is getting awkward, you're gonna scare her off." Chad said after noticing the way Ethan was devouring you with his eyes.
"What? I don't know what you're talking about." The boy answered, shaking his head and looking down to the floor.
It was not a secret that Ethan had a huge crush on you ever since you moved to New York, despite all the effort he put into trying to hide it. Every now and then you would look at him just to realize he was already staring, looking away as soon as your eyes meet. It was honestly kinda cute.
"TARA, HE'S STARING AT ME AGAIN." You had to shout due to the loud music playing on the party.
"LOOK AT YOU, if I were him I would fall in love too. -The girl said playfully, winking and blowing you a kiss- You should make the first move, I think he's too shy to do anything." She finished the sentence, handing you a vodka shot.
"You only live once" You thought to yourself as you walked towards him. With each step, your heart skipped a beat.
Chad was still hyping Ethan up, telling him how hot he was and how you totally had a crush on him. (He was not wrong.)
"And now she's right behind you, See ya." Chad walked away, leaving the poor boy alone, how cruel.
"WHAT? WAIT. no, no no no no.- He turned to face you, trying to keep it cool.- Oh, hi! I didn't even notice you here, haha..."
His costume was goofy, at first you couldn't even tell what he was dressed up as. It looked like something a child would make out of boxes and crayons, however, he still managed to look good.
"So, are you enjoying the party?" You looked up at him, waiting for a response.
"What? I can't hear you!" Oh but he did, believe me, he heard you perfectly.
You grabbed his hand and walked out of the party. BINGO. That was his plan.
"Do you wanna go for a walk?" You asked.
He nodded. You let go of his hand and put yours into your pockets. The night was weirdly cold, you could feel the wind caressing your cheeks and blowing your hair.
After a few minutes of you two just walking in silence, he decided to say something.
"So, um, where are we going?.."
"Honestly? I have no idea." He laughed, but you wasn't joking.
"There's this... this garden I really like, would you wanna go there? -Ethan was looking at you, and at the same time, trying to avoid eye contact. As soon as you said yes, he let out a smile.- Ok! Just follow me, I know a shortcut."
A shortcut? In the middle of the night? ALONE with a boy? Nuh-uh, not after everything you went through in Woodsboro. But... He's just so cute, trustable, irresistible. You would walk barefoot on fire if it meant you'd get to be with him. There's something about this brown haired boy that just pulls you towards him like a magnet. "Fuck it." You did as you were told, just followed him.
When you realized, you two were in the middle of an alleyway.
"Um, Ethan, are you sure this is safe?.." After that, he suddenly stopped walking and walked in front of you, looking in your eyes for a few seconds. At this moment, you felt your whole body shivering.
That was it, the magnet had finally pulled you in completely. You caught yourself exploring his mouth with your tongue while your hands travelled from his cheeks to his hair, from his hair to his abs...
You had no idea of how an innocent walk to the garden became a make out session out in an alleyway for anyone to see, but you didn't really care.
Ethan didn't know where to put his hands, he was so scared to touch you and so needy for it at the same time. He needed to feel you, all of you, every single part of your body.
He broke the kiss to catch his breath, soon interlacing your lips again.
"You don't need to be scared, I want you, Ethan. Please just touch me..." That was enough to drive him crazy, all of a sudden he wasn't that little shy boy anymore.
"What if we get caught?" He asked, almost returning to his normal self again.
"Don't worry, let's pretend no one else exists. It's only the two of us now."
You pressed your body against his, imediately feeling the growth under his pants, and 'accidentaly' moved your hips, causing him to let out a small whine.
The sound sent shivers down your spine and motivated you to keep going. You could feel he wanted more, it was like you two were connected by some kind of force or energy.
He placed his hand on your waist and pulled you even closer to him, this time you were the one making noises. He once again broke the kiss, just to look at your eyes. The way you looked so needy for him, so eager for what was to come, everything about this moment was just perfect. He wished he could stay in there forever.
You gave him one last small kiss on the lips and placed him against the wall, slowly placing gentle kisses on his neck, going further down until you were on your knees.
You found yourself looking at the boy with a pleading face while unzipping his pants and taking his lenght out of his boxers. It was so big, even more than what you expected. You looked up again to ask for permission, he whined a small "yes..." He has such pretty eyes, and the noises he's making... You wonder if you even deserve to be able to touch this man.
What is taking you so long? He's desperate, he NEEDS this, were you trying to tease him or something? How unfair.
You licked his hard member and gave it a little kiss, that was enough for him to become a moaning mess. You took half his lenght in your mouth, stroking the rest of it with your left hand while you squeezed your tits with the right one to find your own pleasure.
"Please... -That was the only thing he managed to let out, mind going fuzzy.- Please, let me fuck you."
"Oh? But we are just getting started, are you that desperate for me?"
"mhm..."
"Use your words, Ethan."
"Yes, yes. Please... wanna... be inside of... you."
How could you resist? huh? He was just so cute begging like this, being such a good boy.
You layed on top of the first thing you found. Ethan was impatient, he pulled off your pants and tore off your favorite red panties. You were too entertained to care anyway.
Without a warning, he slipped the tip into your hole, waiting for you to adjust yourself so that he could insert the rest of him inside of you.
"I'm ready." You said in order for him to start moving.
He just fit in so good, hitting just the right places, you knew you were going to feel empty when he wasn't there anymore.
"You feel so good..." He praised.
You took one of his hands and put it on your breasts, his other one was gripping your hips so hard that you could tell there was gonna be a bruise in the morning.
His moans and praises were sending you over the edge, he looked so pretty with his hair wet from sweat and eyes shut. He is quite vocal, he wants you to know you're making him feel good. He also likes to know HE is making you feel good, all the praising and affirmations, oh god.
It didn't take long for his pace to get faster, rougher, less passionate and more desperate. His grip on your hips got tighter, would hurt a bit but you could care less.
You put your arms around his neck and crossed your legs around him, pulling him closer. You felt a knot forming in your stomach, knowing that soon you would collapse.
"Please, love, faster."
He obeyed. You never felt this amount of pleasure, it was too much, it was overwhelming.
With one last thrust, you found your release, squeezing around and sucking him in even deeper. All those feelings mixed together made him soon find his release too.
His hot seed filled you, painting your walls with the color white. That was when you remembered.
"Oh. My. God. We forgot the condom."
"Shh, we can take care of that later." He said while taking his member out of you, gently placing a kiss on your cheek.
He helped you clean and dress yourself up, every now and then giving you sloppy kisses.
You two got dressed and walked back to the party like nothing happened, thinking no one would ever suspect of anything... but oooh they did.
YALL SORRY IF THIS IS LONG OR BAD THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT.
hope you guys liked it!<3
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Chapter 4 - It’s OK to say NO. (18+)
Summary: … this is not how you two wanted the morning to go, but oh well.
Please, look at the bright 18+. If you are underage or not comfortable with the sexual content, feel free to skip this chapter as the next one starts with a brief summary anyway so you won’t miss anything if you don’t read this one. Cheers <3
Warnings: (Almost) sexual content, swear words, insecurities
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The sun abuses your sensitive eyes as they flutter open around 8AM; the smell of burnt sugar eases the tension that suddenly appears in your chest.
Everything is fine. you are safe. You are alive and well. Yeah. It’s all good.
“Stop wiggling around.” Katsuki murmurs while he snuggles into your hair to hide from the sun. His arms snake around your middle, pulling you closer and your heart makes a somersault in your chest.
Katsuki is beautiful in the morning; the sun makes his hair almost white, his usual frown forgotten in his sleepy daze; he’s absolutely stunning. You bite your lips while your heart rate goes quicker as Katsuki leaves tiny kisses on your neck, still half asleep. It’s hot and wet, lazy but weirdly passionate as he maps out your left side with his mouth without opening his eyes. His hand starts to wander on your belly and slowly crawls underneath your T-shirt leaving hot trails all over your body with every caress; he travels further and further until his hands touch the underside of your breasts and he suddenly tenses; slowly, Katsuki’s mind wakes up as his finger touches the soft skin for only a second before he retreats and looks up at you.
“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking. Also, you are allergic to me, did you know that?” He mumbles, back to his half-dead state after hiding his face in your hair again. Wow, sleepy boyfriend Katsuki is the most compliant creature you’ve ever seen, what the fuck. You didn’t think Katsuki is a morning snuggler but fuck, he really is and it’s absolutely adorable.
“What do you mean?” You giggle while your fingers mindlessly play with his sleep mussed hair.
“Your heart started to act up when I kissed you. Mine does that too and it feels really shitty when it does.” He murmurs and leaves another kiss in the crook of your neck; your heart acts up again, beating rapidly in your chest, fire spreading in your veins like poison. You can’t help the awkward giggle rumbling through your chest.
“That’s not an allergy, you dumb fuck.” Ahh, this man is hilarious. “It’s a common reaction. It means you like what the other person is doing… it’s adrenaline. Ahh, I don’t know how to describe it, fuck. It means I have the hots for you. And I want you. Or something. I fucking don’t know, but it’s definitely not allergies, it’s more like the opposite. It means I can’t get enough of you.” Your face flushes, fully ashamed. You basically just told him you are horny. Right in his face. Just like that. Great. This is great. You should have used other words, talk about love and butterflies but no, you had to talk about your inner desire to fornicate with him in his parents house, while his mom is probably busy making breakfast in the kitchen.
“Hm…” Katsuki hums while he helps himself up on his elbow to look down at you. His other hand caresses your hair, his fingers sliding down your sensitive neck and your breath hitches from the father-light movement. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone before though. It wasn’t hard to breathe and there was no squeezy feeling in my chest before… Why?” he murmurs as his hand finds it’s final destination; your chest. He listens to your frantic heartbeat with a soft gaze, his eyes wondering up and down your face and body.
“Can I ask you a question, Katsuki?” You mumble, your hands still in his hair. You fingers slowly trail down to his ear and his neck; you put your hands on his chest and listen to his quickening heartbeat as your body burst into invisible flames.
“I asked first.” He mumbles back, but there is no edge to his words; his eyes are cloudy and he’s not focusing anymore.
“It’s connected to my answer.” You retort, your fingers slowly moving down to his collarbone, tracing the dip of the skin with the tip of your fingers. Katsuki visibly shakes at that and it goes straight down to your… yeah. That. Katsuki doesn’t say anything just moves up to tower over you; the silence is gold so you continue without an actual answer. “Did you care about the person who touched you this way?” You whisper; your fingers move to his shoulders, caressing his skin on his arms back and forth.
“No.” The answer is simple.
“Did you enjoy being touched by them?” You move back to his collarbone then to the middle of his chest; your finger slowly trails down between his pecs as your other hand finds his hips and grabs the skin heavily. Katsuki’s hips twitch forward; it would go unnoticed if you wouldn’t be staring at him like a hawk, analyzing every single movement to prove your point.
Fuck, it’s really hot in here.
“Fuck, no.” Katsuki heaves and your hand moves down his belly and stops at the trail of hair disappearing in his underwear. He takes a deep breath and looks at you hungrily, his whole body shaking from the tension. Your finger finds the hem of his underwear, tugging on the fabric once then let it go with a tiny snap. Katsuki forgets how to breathe.
“Do you like it when I touch you, Katsuki?” Your finger slide over the hem of his underwear until you reach his side; your hand slides up on his sides, palms shamelessly grabbing on the muscled skin, mapping out every single crevice and scar on the way.
“Yes.” The answer comes easily between two heavy pants.
“Do you care about me?” You smile at him, already knowing the answer.
“Yeah, I fucking do.” Katsuki whispers, his mind blown by the sudden revelation. “Fuck.”
Things happen really quickly, the same way they always do then Katsuki feels too full of new, strange emotions; he surges forward and kisses you fiercely, the motion heavy and hot; he tugs and bites right away, a weak, shaky moan leaving your lips from the sudden sensation. The sound only urges him on; he moves to your neck and leaves hot kisses all over it, his tongue moves up to your ears, leaving a trail of quickly cooling saliva in it’s wake then nibbles on your ear lobe before he changes his mind and comes back to your mouth, absently trying to force you to make that sweet sound again and again. Your hands wonder up his pecs absently, the feeling of his nipple under your palms leaves you a breathless, stuttering mess; he makes a tiny gasp at the feeling, trying his best to not make too much noise but failing miserably. Katsuki finds your mouth again, his kisses frantic and unpredictable; he licks into your mouth and joins your tongue in a sensual dance while his hips jerk forward for any kind of friction. A broken whine leaves your lips when you feel Katsuki’s hardness through his underwear as he dips down and moves his hips into you; while the tension is heavy in the air the friction is feather light and tentative, but it leaves nothing but fire in his wake; you try to chase the feeling, pulling yourself up to find him halfway and a high pitched moan leaves Katsuki’s mouth, way too loud in the silence of the early morning; the sound goes right between your legs, your body on fire as Katsuki makes the same motion over and over again while he devours your lips and neck hungrily.
“Let me touch you.” You whisper, your hands already on the hem of his underwear but Katsuki jerks away.
“Wait, I… I can’t.” For your surprise, Katsuki looks like a hurt puppy, confused and shaking as he looks down at himself.
Your breath hitches and you feel like you’ve done something terrible, but it doesn’t make sense, he was clearly into it and you just wanted to urge him on, let him know you want it too, but you’ve clearly missed something in the heat of the moment, maybe he didn’t want this at all…
Fuck, you are spiraling.
Fuck, it’s so hard to breathe.
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“Wait, I… I can’t.”
Katsuki is a mess. An aroused and confused mess. He has no idea what had happened in the last few minutes if he’s completely honest; one moment he was flustered by Y/N’s light touches, then… then he almost creamed his pants after a few minutes of friction. He might have an explosive quirk but he’s never felt so much heat in his body before; it felt like every single part of his body was on fire, flames licking up his chest and his belly as he panted on top of Y/N, his mind foggy from lust.
Bakugou Katsuki, 25 years old, has never felt flames growing in his belly, he’s never felt so weak and vulnerable as he does right now, ready to go down on his knees and beg Y/N to let him finish this, because he knows the feeling would be amazing and he’s so close, and it was so good, nothing like anything he has felt before, not even alone in the shower and definitely nothing like the times he messed around with random women to ease the tension.
Katsuki is utterly confused by his body right now, because for the first time in his life, it actually worked properly.
“Did I do something wrong? Did I go too far? I’m so sorry Katsuki… please, say something, anything, yell at me, call me names, I don’t fucking care just say something!” Y/N looks at him with teary eyes and something breaks in him; he didn’t mean to make her cry, he really fucking didn’t.
“Fuck, it’s not your fault, give me a second. Please.” Katsuki takes a few deep breaths and thinks.
There are a few revelations here he need to get his head around.
First of all, he’d just realized he’s demisexual… or something. He has no idea about sexualities and he never bothered to Google them. He did hear about this from Sero though; it makes so much fucking sense now it hurts his brain. He will need to apologize to Sero for calling it “bullshit”; who is he kidding, he will never actually do that.
He never liked porn or anything sexual. No woman nor man could satisfy him in any way, he could never make it until the end before giving up and leaving the situation, because it’s really hard to do stuff when his member isn’t interested. His one night stands usually ended up with him satisfying the other person in other ways and leaving like this was what he wanted to do in the first place. No one asked questions and no one ever cared as long as they were left satisfied and happy. He haven’t had too many of them, to be honest; 3 or 4 maximum, and they were all terrible so Katsuki just accepted that he is not into sex at all. Then motherfucking Menace came into his life and all the shit he was sure of crumbled in front of him, leaving nothing but questionmarks all over the place as his body betrayed him and reacted to Y/N’s fleeting touches. He caught himself staring at her more than once, daydreaming about touching her and it only left him more and more confused about himself; why does he care now? Why is this different?
And here comes the second revelation of the day; Katsuki only just realized how deep his feelings really are. The fire in his body from Y/N’s caress is one thing, but the way he turns into a mush when Y/N looks at him with those beautiful eyes, looking deep into his soul, and how Katsuki looks up from his paperwork every time she makes the tiniest of noises, worried she might pass out again like that one time ages ago, how Katsuki wants to be around her 24/7 to keep her safe and how much he can’t get enough of her fiery touches and sweet giggles, fuck, he even loves when Y/N yells at him for being an absolute asshole to a fucking extra. When she kicks his ass out of spite he wants to say thank you.
Fuck’s sake, he really is head over heels for this fucking woman. It’s not just “love” and “adoration”. It’s an actual fucking obsession at this point.
… but.
Being interested in this way is great but that doesn’t mean he’s not overwhelmed and terrified to do something wrong.
What if he goes all the way and fails? What if he’s not good enough; fuck, the only time he had actual sex was when one of the ladies got impatient and tried to “help herself” which ended with him going limp in 2 fucking minutes because he didn’t like it at all. It was really awkward.
Deep inside, he knows this wouldn’t be the case with Y/N. The throb in his pants is enough of an evidence, but fuck, he’s terrified.
“I’m not a virgin, but… I’ve never… fuck’s sake.” Katsuki swears and puts his head on Y/N’s shoulders to take a deep breath filled with her cotton candy scent to calm down. “I need more time. I’m new to this and it’s too much. Too good. So fucking good, Y/N.” He looks up finally, right into her teary eyes. She needs to know he’s saying the truth and this is the only thing he could think of.
Y/N smiles, but it’s broken, sad around the edges; Katsuki fucked up.
“I understand and I’m sorry.” She murmurs, while her fingers play with Katsuki’s ruffled bangs.
“The fuck are you sorry for? I initiated all of this. Not you.” He retorts with anger in his tone. He takes a few deep breaths and continues. He can’t fuck this up more, can he? “The only thing you can be sorry for is to wanting to go further in my parents house, because that’s weird and nasty.” Katsuki teases, moving back into Y/N’s personal space with a cheeky grin. Finally, Y/N chuckles and Katsuki leaves tiny kisses on her neck; he would do anything to make Y/N smile at this moment. This is another new feeling Katsuki needs to get used to; this urge to please his other half, like being himself is not enough anymore, he needs to be better, kinder, stronger for his partner, for Y/N, being “okay” is not enough anymore, he needs to be the best… ahh fuck this whole love thing, this is fucking ridiculous. A warm puff of air leaves Katsuki’s mouth and Y/N shivers underneath him; he might be in the middle of a hate-speech in his head but the can’t lie, he absolutely loves the way Y/N reacts to his touches. It’s so fucking addicting. Y/N pushes him away gently, forcing the blonde to look into her eyes; the smile falters and changes into a serious gaze, one full off worry and love.
“Katsuki… I want to say something. Will you listen to me?”
Well, fuck. He really doesn’t want to, but he doesn’t have a choice. He’s so fucking ready to have a meltdown in the bathroom.
“Spill.” Katsuki rolls his eyes, trying his best to act like everything is okay and this conversation is absolutely unnecessary, even though he knows it’s not.
“I know you hate to feel weak and vulnerable and you probably can’t wait to run away and never come close again, but I want you to know that this… this was okay. It’s okay to say no. It’s not a fucking weakness.” Ahh, here it goes. The fucking pity he hates so much. “And if you say no next week or next month or even after that, it will be okay. If you don’t want to go further at all, that’s also okay. I don’t care, Katsuki. The only thing I care about is you being here with me, supporting me and liking me. I’m more than happy to live without sex for the rest of my life if it means you’ll stay by my side. So… just talk to me, okay?” Katsuki is not sure if he wants to run away, cry on Y/N’s shoulder or just marry her in the nearest register office. What the fuck did Katsuki do to deserve such an understanding, beautiful fucking girlfriend who can keep up with him even in the worst days? How?!
“Stop saying cheesy shit, I hate it.” Katsuki mumbles, his cheeks red as a tomato. “It’s stupid anyway. Thanks, though.”
Well, that sentence definitely did not convey a single thing he wanted to, but Katsuki isn’t good with words. Or deeds. Or with anything emotional. He didn’t even know he had them until last month.
“I know you hate this, but it’s a part of being in a relationship. I want you to tell me about this later, when you feel comfortable. I want to know everything about you. Even if it’s something stupid.” Y/N smiles and fuck, Katsuki really wants to make this Menace the happiest fucking woman on Earth.
“I want to make you happy.” Katsuki grumbles, his hands slowly crawling up on Y/N’s thighs until he gets to the edge of her panties. He can feel his blood pumping aggressively inside him, leaving trails of burning fire in their wake. Y/N scrunches her face for a few seconds and takes a deep breath; she slowly removes his hands from her body with a disappointed frown on her face.
Well, Mr. Katsuki definitely sucks at this.
“Kats, did you even listen to me?”
“I did…” he mumbles with a guilty expression in his eyes.
“I want to wait until you are ready, and I want to do this together. Now move your fucking ass and let me calm down.” She sighs, and Katsuki hates it.
Katsuki might be a changed man but he still hates a lot of things. Clearly.
“I suck at this shit.” Katsuki grumbles after he moves away from his girlfriend.
“You really do but it’s kind of sexy to be honest.” Y/N gives him a seductive look which makes Katsuki’s little friend twitch and that’s when Katsuki decides he’d had enough of the Menace’s shenanigans for one day and leaves the room. He can only hope his mother is not doing laundry right now, because if he has to face her while looking like this, he’ll catapult himself out of the window and move to Mars.
Katsuki needs a cold shower. Or two. Or three.
Fuck, being in a relationship is a real fucking challenge; thank god he’s a hot headed, challenge-loving bastard who absolutely can’t wait to see what kind of obstacles he’ll need to overcome in the future, plus fucking ultra and all that shit.
He’ll fucking win at this relationship-thing, because he always fucking wins.
… Next Chapter!
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Potato ramble:
- Be like Katsuki. If you are not comfortable with something, say it. If the other person loves you they’ll understand. If not, they are not the one. There is also no such thing as being to old to be a virgin. Do stuff when you are ready.
Sorry for the random advice but I would have killed to have someone telling me that when I was young, so I had to do it.
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For a request I'd LOVE to see a lost, wounded hero in the woods stumbling into a vampires evil lair for shelter if you ever have the time to write that! Maybe hurt/comfort cause I eat that up
The hero’s eyes were filled with tears, desperate sobs escaping their throat quickly. So quick, in fact, that they had problems with breathing. Feeling themselves hyperventilate, they clawed at the wound in their arm, longing for the pain, begging it to make the threatening panic attack disappear.
The vampire tilted their head and let out a long, lingering breath. Silently, they observed the scene in their little house which was supposed to be hidden and sealed away from the world. Once, they’d met the hero. Cocky and arrogant, too reckless for their own good — it described the human in front of them, it described their actions perfectly. But right now, the vampire could only see the consequences of those.
“Easy,” the vampire said. Their voice was low and close to soothing but the hero was smart enough not to fall for that. The vampire knew. The hero knew. “Sit down.”
Without a second thought, the hero obeyed and exhausted from the chase, they let themselves fall onto a chair. However, they made sure to keep an eye on the door.
“I didn’t mean to come here,” the hero said.
“Clearly not.” The vampire’s eyes fell to the wound and sparkled weirdly. It was definitely a challenge to keep their mind clear.
Seeing blood was one thing. But smelling it, hearing the hero whimper…the vampire closed their eyes as they could nearly taste the hero on their tongue again. It was a curse, wasn’t it? To know the hero tasted better than anything the vampire ever had, to know that they couldn’t taste them right now…
“I’ll…” The vampire’s voice shook. Overwhelmed by sweet memories and raw instinct, it took every last drop of their control to keep their desires at bay. Sinking their fangs into that sweet skin once again and sucking on the sweetness the hero offered…god…just thinking about it was blasphemous. “I’ll clean you up.”
“It’s alright. I need an hour, maybe two and I’ll be gone, I promise.”
“This looks serious,” the vampire said. Hunger. The hero’s skin on theirs. The sweet murmurs and soft words whispered. Bite me.
Still, the hero was uneasy. More nervous than anything. They looked away, swallowed…their heart was beating fast and clear but they were in a lot of pain.
“You want my blood.” To that, the vampire didn’t say anything. Because, honestly, that wasn’t quite the truth. Yes, they wanted the hero’s blood. But they also chased that feeling again. The teasing, the warmth, the permission to bite.
Their one night stand had meant much more to them than they wanted to admit. Giving the hero control over their body and listening to their orders made them weak. Infuriatingly weak. To sense the rushing blood under their skin and hold themselves back had awoken something within them. Addictive. That’s what the hero was.
The vampire turned around and fetched a clean towel. They let it soak in warm water and eventually forced themselves to sit down next to the hero.
“May I?” they asked, focused on the hero’s eyes. Surprisingly, the hero, though startled, nodded with an open mouth and the vampire wiped the blood away.
Silence drowned them but what seemed to be a quiet moment between the two turned out to be a violent fight within the vampire. Instinctively, they grabbed the hero’s arm strongly. Saliva gathered in their mouth. Their pupils were blown up. Focus.
“You’re doing so well,” the hero said. Unsure, the vampire looked up. At least, some of the panic had vanished and even if the hero tried to hide their pain with flirting, they seemed to be better. What a tease.
“Could say the same about you.” They inhaled deeply and swallowed. Fucking focus. “I don’t have painkillers here, I’m sorry.”
“Your bite numbs, though,” the hero said.
“You’ve already lost enough blood,” the vampire argued.
“Then don’t take too much.”
Sweat ran down the vampire’s back. Christ. How was the hero the one in control in this situation?
“Hey,” the hero said, cupping the vampire’s cheek. “Help me out here, will you?”
“I—” The vampire grabbed the hero’s wrist.
“I need you,” the hero said. “It burns like a bitch and I don’t think I can handle the stitches. I need you.”
Holy shit.
“Be good for me, please. Help me. One bite.”
This was truly edging the vampire and they feared it only got worse.
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IM NOT INTERESTED!!
四 - sibling tingz
wc: I haven’t counted…
note: not proofread!!
“y/n get off your phone and eat you’re food” isagi said from across the table giving a stern look.
“yeah yeah sorry my bad” you said putting it down resting your chin upon your palm.
you payed no attention to the food in front of you, well aware of that fact that bachira was stealing some for himself.
you couldn’t care less, instead you stared at nothing in particular, letting out a long dreamy sigh.
isagi raised his brow at you.
“let me guess, you’re still thinking about that one guy you met earlier” he said in an unimpressed tone.
“but ofc!! he’s probably somewhere in this cafeteria right now!” you said gushing.
rin next to you ate his food silently, he hadn’t said a word since you all started eating.
“rin, you’ll help me look for him.” you said as more of a demand than an question.
“no i won’t?” he said confusedly turning to face you.
“oh yes you will, and then you’re coming to chess club with me!” you ordered and he groaned and rolled his eyes.
they carried on eating and you tapped your foot impatiently waiting for them to finish.
“hurry up with your food guys! we need to go find hi-”
“WHICH ONE OF YOU IS (Y/N)?!” a voice boomed through the whole cafeteria.
you turned around to face the entrance which was a few tables away from you. there stood a tanned boy with spiky blonde hair with pink tips at the end. he had a bump on his forehead that was noticeable even from a far and he looked absolutely feral.
you slowly turned back around again to face the table.
“that’s shidou isn’t it?” you whispered quietly not daring to turn round and take a second look.
the three boys simply nodded
just keep calm (y/n)! there’s no way he knows what you look like
you tried to tell yourself but you were panicking on the outside.
keeping your head low, you pretended to eat you food as you heard his footsteps stomping around looking for ‘(y/n)’. the footsteps gradually got louder seemed to be approaching your table.
for some odd reason they stopped right behind your chair.
you turned around and surely enough there he was, looking as if he was ready to end you there and then.
you gulped before smiling nervously.
“hey… what’s up?” you said trying to play it cool.
he didn’t say anything. he raised his hand and attempted to hit you but you had ducked just in time.
“bro!! why you tryna hit me??” you yelled confusedly.
“because, (y/n), this bump on my forehead is all your fucking fault.” he said pointing to the redness on his head. you honestly thought it was from all the anger.
how does he know im (y/n)??!!
“huh? who’s (y/n) hahaha…” you chuckled nervously.
he pointed to your blazer. “there’s a name tag on the back of your blazer.”
shit.
he started cracking his knuckles and winding up his arm ready to do some proper damage before someone else came from behind.
“shidou, stop causing trouble.” the low and lazy voice spoke up.
you edged your head past shidou to see who had spoken and gasped quietly.
it was him.
shidou growled and shoved his hands in his pockets. surprisingly though, he didn’t bother you any longer and trudged off mumbling some incoherent things.
the guy whom you had bumped into earlier, aka the love of your life.
his piercing eyes scanned over everyone at your lunch table, stopping a second longer on rin before looking at you.
you could’ve sworn you nearly peed your pants there and then as you heart started to beat faster. soon enough he turned around and went the same was as shidou.
you let out a sigh of relief and placed your hand on your chest.
“(y/n)? why are you blushing? you literally almost died.” isagi asked perplexed at your facial expression.
“that was him! he’s the guy i was telling you about!” you said excitedly
“who? shidou?” bachira guessed
“no! the guy behind him!” you said and suddenly all three of them immediately went quiet.
you eyed them all weirdly, wondering what the shift of behaviour was about. the atmosphere was tense and you didn’t feel like you could say anything.
rin, surprisingly, was the first to say something.
“you seriously like him?” he asked, and was it just you or did he sound… mad?
“yeah he’s the guy im sure! is something wrong?” you questioned growing a bit worried.
rin shook his head and hesitated before speaking up again.
“that guy… he’s my brother.”
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In Fruit There Is Truth
Character: Sabo
Reader: female (cis)
CW: explicit NSFW content, second-hand embarrassment, porn with some plot, Devil Fruit shenanigans, mutual crush, love confession, glove kink, handjob, vaginal fingering & sex, spanking, biting, fingers in mouth, unprotected sex, dirty talk - lots of it (this boy has quite filthy mouth on him hehe)
Word Count: 3981
Summary: No one was ready for this edition of Sabo's reckless idiocy. And especially not you, once confronted with the sudden outburst of unrestrained naughty honesty, caused by a very unfortunate meeting with a certain Devil Fruit.
A/N: horribly late due to circumstances but better late than never: my entry for @onepiece-blorboexchange written for lovely @secretsnailor <3 wishing you all the best in the new year, hope this little gift was worth the wait :3
your prompts & choice of characters were so.good. that I struggled more choosing something than writing what I in the end chose lmao I wish I had time to write all 4 fics I figured out from them :c
Soldiers of your rank aren’t called directly to the supreme leader…well, usually. ‘Cause the orders you’ve received were definitive and clear: Dragon awaits you in the command headquarters, right now, preferably literally, drop everything and teleport, if you can—or at least spit your lungs out when running. Almost choking on the last piece of breakfast you managed to snatch before the call had ended, you indeed speed through the corridors, bumping into people on your way, lavishing elbow hits and chaotic apologies. You don’t even take time to catch your breath once you make it to the door—you just burst inside as you are, wheezing, hair and clothes messy, bent in half with stitches in both sides.
The view you find has…nothing to do with what you’ve expected.
The supreme leader is red. More: he’s beetroot red and looking so impossibly stupid you don’t recognize him at first. His eyes shoot at you for a split second and immediately wander far over you—something you would expect from a teenage boy in front of his first crush, not from a middle-aged serious man. Reflexively, you glance down, maybe a button or two has opened as you were running… But your ladies are hidden and cozy, there’s nothing inappropriate enough to embarrass anyone yet, a man of Dragon’s caliber. Even more confused, you run your gaze through the room, but besides you two there’s only Sabo, weirdly scrunched in his chair, face suspiciously blank, and twirling thumbs over his lap. In other circumstances your heart would beat faster—as it always does in the presence of this man, the leader of your unit, a good friend and, as for last few months, a raging crush—but now you try to catch his eyes only for any crumb of explanation.
He only stares at the opposite wall, dead inside.
“We have…” Dragon clears his throat, his eyes even more dead. “A delicate problem.”
If you were stressed before, now your anxiety levels have broken through the ceiling and are on a good way to reach the escape velocity.
Your mind is rushing through all you have done as lately, cold sweat running down your spine, even if a moment earlier the fine shirt you wore seemed thick like a woolen sweater. What on earth has happened to earn you a direct scolding from the supreme leader?
“Not you,” Dragon sighs. Your thoughts must have been written all over your face. “That idiot.”
He nods towards Sabo and cringes. You follow the move, your gaze finally meeting Sabo’s, you see his wide-famous cheeky grin blooming despite sheer panic in his eyes, and…
“Your tits look absolutely delicious when you’re heavy breathing like this.” He says, his face growing dead pale.
What the fuck?
Pain and shame in his eyes, Sabo opens mouth again, but Dragon smashes open hand on his lips—whatever was aimed for your ears, has turned into incoherent, muffled babbling.
“I’ll keep this short before he makes it even more awkward,” Dragon says through gritted teeth as he puts all might into not looking at you. “He made a hero out of himself and got right into a Devil Fruit attack. We don’t know what exactly it was, but apparently, he can’t lie anymore, and the more he tries to hide something, the more it spills out of this stupid mouth of his.”
Your lips form into a soundless oh, no words feel suitable for this…bizarre situation.
“It may last a few hours, might go for weeks as well. All we know is that you’re the only person able to make him shut up because, quoting, around you all he can think of is—”
He cuts, face not red anymore but purple, and makes a vague gesture towards your neckline. You clutch hands over it, suddenly feeling very, very naked and lewd, even if all you’re wearing is your casual outfit, now sweaty and messy on top of that.
Sabo mumbles something into Dragon’s palm. Dragon presses his mouth harder.
“Please.” His voice is soaked with desperation. “I beg you. Do something. Not—” He coughs into fist— “literally what he says. I’m sorry he’s making you feel uncomfortable. But he’s going to reveal every.single.operation.plan. if we let him run free. You have my permission to mistreat him however you feel it’s right, just don’t shoot him…to death, you may even tie him—”
Sabo’s eyes flick from panicked to very interested.
“—Please, don’t tie him. Anyway. Just keep him away from anything that could make his brain cells click in a dangerous direction.”
No one, even Dragon himself, would blame you, if you said no. The whole mess is awkward and hysterical beyond your understanding, every trembling nerve of yours screams at you to run and hide—not because of fear, just embarrassment burns you alive. Who could possibly face…all of that, right in front of their boss? Who’d bolt from there even more gladly than you? This is ridiculous!
But there’s also that…curiosity. This little devil whispering your own naughty ideas right into the sphere of your mind willing to listen. Such an unambiguous opportunity doesn’t appear easily, even if the costs already burn you from inside—in a way, so far at least, having nothing to do with desire. No more silly games of cats and mice. No more cautious flirting between missions, sneaky stares and testing touches. No more moral dilemmas, and thorough plans, weighing pros and cons, and learning the subtleties of his language. No more second-guessing: oh, how tempting it is to pull on his tongue before the power—whatever it is—runs out, and Sabo can return to his cheeky, flirty, hard to read self.
You still have a lot of hesitations—but at least you’re sure the object of your longing and fantasies returns your interest enough to rail you once. And who knows what else…
“Yes, sir.” You click your heels.
Dragon is so relieved he’s aged down twenty years just exhaling.
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Easier said—and thought—than done.
You have been dreaming about this moment, Sabo sprawled on top of your bed is a common image from your fantasies, keeping you awake and heated just right during your sweet private time. But seeing it with your own eyes, additionally sprinkled with a kicked puppy look on his face, has you spiraling into so many directions at once you can just sit on a chair like a good girl, legs clenched close, and so tense you feel you might explode if only you move a little.
Overly confident, reckless, cocky Sabo often drives you insane. But this Sabo, who seems out of place, is even worse.
“Well, if it isn’t awkward,” he sighs, falling back into your pillows and rolling sleeves up. He has already loosened some buttons but hasn’t taken the gloves off. The view, naturally, has your insides churning with need—and your legs clenching even closer.
When the symptoms of weird power didn’t ease through a few hours—horribly embarrassing and filled with Sabo throwing dirty and cheesy thoughts and compliments as casually as if he talked about the weather—you’ve decided to share your room with him until he’s back to his usual self. He’s been banned from leaving, your comrades brought his clothes and utensils, as well as dinner for you two. Luckily, you have a rare luxury of your own bathroom—if you had to walk him to the toilet to keep him away from spilling every tea he ever tasted, you would surely implode.
Being spared of embarrassment—and shock, once you’ve got used to his…dirty antics—has opened a new door, pushing your own thoughts into one and only direction. As if Sabo’s single-tracked perverted brain rubbed on you with its all might. On one hand, you really…don’t mind it. There’s nothing new about wanting him, except his very real presence. There’s nothing new about your interest being reciprocated either, there’s always been chemistry between the two of you, some touches and trial tastes already happened… No promises were made, and no mile steps were done, but you’ve assigned your chances are pretty high.
But on the other—
“Believe me or not—weeell, now you’re kinda forced to believe it anyway—but this is not how I wanted it to go.” Sabo stutters, by sheer luck wording what’s swirling in your mind. “I should have at least started with something…slightly more platonic than drooling over your tits.”
You can’t help some laughter, “At least we have skipped the small talk. I ain’t mad, you know?”
No lies on your side as well. How could you be angry at this kicked ball of awkwardness? That’s, somehow, succeeding in stirring your interest in a quite…heated way?
He whines your name with a roll of eyes, then sits up, leaning towards you over comfortably spread legs. “Heeey, and here I’m doing my best to not come over as an idiot who thinks with his dick.”
“You don’t?”
A crack in his expression tells you words slip past his intent again, “I do. Who wouldn’t around you? One look at your boobs and my thoughts dance only about tearing your shirt open and— Arghhh, do you see where I’m getting with that?”
You nod with understanding. You’ve been seeing the past few last hours.
With a sigh of surrender, Sabo hides face in hands, gloved fingers threading through his fluffy golden locks, “Alright. My mouth is useless now. Hey, can you pass me my jacket?”
“You’re not planning on bolting, right?” You watch him with a suspicious smirk as you throw him his iconic coat.
“Oh, hush your pretty lips, mistress. I got something for ya.”
It takes him three tries to pull the right thing out of a pocket. With a triumphant “ha!” he shows you a frail package, something wrapped in brown paper, teared on the side and awkwardly pulled together with a cord.
“Impossibly expensive gift I’ve stolen from a shop for rich pigs,” he announces proudly—and for the first time today you’re not sure whether he’s having a slip of tongue again or is it his honest and planned take. “C’mon, don’t be shy.”
Under the ugly wrapping there's a surprising gem—fine, light and slick in touch. Delicate leather feels against your skin like fluffy down; you weigh it on the palm of your hand, so gently as it could fall apart at the slightest move. He flexed with his choice, that smug bastard, not only finding something practical, but also elegant, matching your taste in fashion and even suiting your skin tone.
Of course, someone dressing as good as Sabo knows what a good pair of gloves is.
“Even if you stole it—” Words don’t want to come out of you as smoothly as you want. “Sabo, I— I can’t accept it just like that.”
“Naaah, you can.” He snatches them out of your hands, already pulls on your wrist and forces you into a glove. The hold of his nimble yet insanely strong fingers is like an electric shock—every single time and especially now, under the weight of the spiral of horny confessions, proximity and his irresistible charm. Breath hitches in your chest, a flicker barely palpable yet reflected in his eyes, darkening with longing as they glance shamelessly into your cleavage.
Sabo is gentler with the other glove, be it your lack of resistance or the switch of atmosphere. You feel like a diamond adorned with the softest velvet under the ministrations of his fingers. His hands are huge, from so close, in comparison to yours, even bigger than you estimated. He cradles your gloved palms with ease, strong thumbs rubbing soft circles on their backs. You saw what he’s capable of, crushing bones like wafers and tearing stone like paper—but there’s no fear in you, just a sudden, uncontrollable urge to be touched more, carnally, truthfully to his sincere claims.
You’re not sure whether the gloves are that warm—or is it your own body heat skyrocketing under his touch.
“That was supposed to go with dinner or at least coffee.” An awkward blush ghosts on his cheeks, but his voice is already lowering in tone and volume, leaning into sensual whisper faster than your breathing grows. “With a letter and everything. But I’m just a horny idiot, and I want to fuck you as bad as I want to scream how much I love you.”
A loud thudding of your heart almost drowns his words. You’ve started to hold your breath as he was speaking, lack of oxygen growing prominent, but you still don’t dare to inhale. As if a draft of fresh air would destroy the moment. As if he would dissolve if you dared to breathe.
“Please, don’t look at me like this,” he chuckles low, his pupils dilating as he leans to even your height. “You’re looking like a little, confused prey, and it’s awakening things in me I was not aware I have.”
Finally, you take a breath, shaking and lust-infused. “Goddammit, Sabo. You’re the most bold and charming horny bastard I have ever met.”
“I’m a man of many talents.” He grins. “And many desires. The things I wanna—”
“Well—” You quickly cut into another spree of horny confessions. “You love me. Seems I love you too. You said enough to push my imagination where it should go. And gave me pretty gloves. If you can’t stop yourself from adding more…we can as well just put your ideas into good use.”
A gloved hand rests on your chin, gently tilts it up.
“I love the way you do the math.”
***
“Mnhhh, your hands feel so good.”
He’s twitching between your fingers, heavy against your palm. His own hands secure you from behind, a handful of your curves in each, his gloves deliciously rough. Seated in his lap, in nothing but panties and open shirt, you pump him to your desire, not rushing anywhere, just lavishing yourself with his enthusiasm, with the weight of his gaze skimming from one love mark to another.
You’re adorned with them, especially your breasts. He hasn’t left them alone since you abandoned your bra, barely peeling away to get a better look at your flushed face. He smirks, his eyes gleaming at you with lust and cockiness, as if testing how far you’ll push the both of you before you cave and let him take the lead.
“I wanna cum all over them. All over you. I wanna see you whole covered in my cum, your breasts, your face, everywhere.”
The Fruit hasn’t eased its power even for a second. Sabo lets words flow, they spill freely, ridiculous, dirty, moist and heavy with lust. You got used to this forced boldness, but you haven’t heard this timbre ever before, ghosting together with his breath over your sweaty skin. Like in trance, you squeeze him between your hands, your new gloves stained with precum and saliva. Exclusive leather, the highest quality, ruined with a whim of your bodies; he looks and feels excellent, so right, hard and burning-hot. On the verge of bursting under your fingers.
With a low groan, Sabo throws his head back, a rowdy, impish smirk flashes at you as he bucks between your palms, “You look so fucking good. So needy. C’mere.”
He tosses you up so easily, your weight meaningless for his insanely strong hands. Barely giving you time to grab his shoulders for balance he dives between your legs, gloved fingers harsh between your sensitive folds. But discomfort lasts only as much, the skill and sheer power take any unpleasant sensation away, immense pleasure quickly taking over your body and mind. For a split moment you wonder how many he treated before you to be this good, but he doesn’t leave you a second to delve into this thought.
“So wet for me,” he coos, his eyes growing even darked at the lewd, sloshing sounds, his fingers sliding into you with ease. “So fast? How badly do you want it?”
He guides you closer, hungry lips skim along your neck before they settle over your ear, words murmured between wet kisses and nibbles, “You want my cock, don’t you? Do you think you can take it? You’re so tight around my fingers…”
He scissors them, stretches you with stubborn precision, testing every inch of your slick walls for your reactions. Never before did you suspect fingers can feel that good, so strong and meticulous, as if he had control over every single nerve in them individually. You start clawing at his shoulders, delicate leather barely a barrier between him and your nails. The familiar feeling of pressure in your abdomen hurtles you towards the blessed snap, arches your back and hips for more. Sabo smirks against your ear, bites its shell as he curls fingers to reach a spot he’s been looking for.
And gods, if he didn’t have a good guess.
“I wanna hear you more.” He groans as you mewl helplessly, rutting hips against his hands to squeeze more of his fingers. “Tell me. Do you want to ride my cock? Do you want to cum on it?”
You would agree for anything to get more of him. Enthusiastically, you plead and beg, as if the Devil Fruit still keeping him in power started affecting you too.
“Your cries are so sexy,” Sabo rasps, his hand clenching on your hip so hard you whine, not sure yourself if with pain or ecstasy. “Fuck, I want to push you on your knees, make you beg more for it. But you wouldn’t like it, hm, babe? You just want to get fucked, don’t you? You wanna cry on my cock?”
“Fuck, yes!” In desperation you thread through his locks and pull, his sharp hiss vibrating down your spine. “Sabo, please! I want more!”
“Oh, you will get more.”
So fast you barely notice the move he pulls fingers out of you, stable now grasp on your ass guides you to his cock and press down. Sharp inhale squeezes his name in your throat, he pushes deeper and deeper, in merciless chase to please your whims. He’s thick, filling you up so perfectly, as if you were made to take his cock and his cock only. In no time he doesn’t have to put any pressure, you bob on his length with hunger, no care for anything but chasing the need burning your insides.
“My oh my, you whine so loud someone will hear you.” He licks your juices off his glove, then presses a thumb to your lips, your taste still lingering on leather. “I should have choked you with my cock. But fingers will do, won’t they?”
No thought, just immediate response: you open for him before he words his order. His fingers muffle your cries just a little, if only riling you up even more as you eagerly suck and gnaw, your saliva dripping down your chin and his hand.
His eyes become almost black as he watches you with wicked interest, letting you use him to get off—but still being the one in control, your selfishness being nothing but fulfilling his wish. He’s so frustratingly calm, all the last crumbles of prior embarrassment gone and replaced by confident, cocky smirk you know way too well. He knows he has you in his net, wrapped around his pinkie at this moment, the Devil Fruit affecting him only on his behalf.
“Ain’t ya a pretty, desperate, little thing?” Out of sudden, he slaps your ass, the echo louder than your surprised gagging as you bobbed your head forwards, taking his fingers much deeper. “Just look at you, so tight on my cock, so good for me…”
The next ones have you howling in pleasure, your hips immediately picking up a fast and steady rhythm. He reads your limits almost at the first try, soon adjusts, and strikes with such precision you squirm in immense pleasure. His other hand leaves your mouth, lets you sing for him as he reaches for your breast, kneading and pulling to his desire, fingers tracing the marks his lips and teeth left.
“Will you cum for me?” He grazes your nipple with a thumb. “Will you cry my name as you come?”
His hips, rather still until now, buck up, meet your rhythm half-way, force it to stutter and break, leaving you helpless against his whims. You lean against him, your legs giving up with the switch of the mood—but he doesn’t let your head bounce off the edge and die out. The thrusts into you freely, with perfect precision recreating the angle you chose and hurtling you towards you high so fast you lose yourself in sensation, your vision, hearing even, going blank.
“Fuuuck, sucking me in…” Holding you close, Sabo waits for your return, his words filthy, but hands surprisingly gentle, stroking your back in slow, calming moves. ”You wanna milk me for all I have, huh?”
“May—” You manage to choke out before you’re in motion again, suddenly in the air, swirling with his cock still buried in you. The bed whines under the weight of two bodies as he presses you, not so gently, into the mattress, your legs hooked up, the strain in your thighs almost unbearable.
At least, for once, he doesn’t have anything to say.
He gives you only a few seconds before pounding you back into haze. Seconds filled with his intense gaze, eyes full of lustful darkness, wet locks plastered to sweaty forehead, cheeks flushed with exertion and desire. Leather sinks into your skin, he spreads you open—and takes everything, no thoughts, no remorse, just stream of pleasure, tide sucking you in with such power you can’t think anymore.
In chaos of pleasure and sensation you feel his teeth again, clenching desperately on your throat. He groans something, no words, feral growl rather, maybe an attempt to shut what the Devil Fruit tries to drag out of him. If he could, he would tear you, that’s as much as you can be sure as you drown in another orgasm, marked with teeth and jaw as strong as his fingers.
And hell, you would let him.
Sabo chokes out a word—your name? —another desperate, overstimulated high of yours finally dragging him with you. At the last moment he pulls out of you and comes all over your stomach, soon slumping on your, your legs falling helplessly by his sides.
A hot, sweaty and sticky mass—of both of you.
“Did I…hurt you?” He eventually rasps out, concerned, gently tracing an especially nasty bite mark. “Shit, sorry… This must have hurt like bitch…”
You shake your head and show him a thumb up. You’re still unable to talk, but you don’t want him to bother himself with such details. You want to bask in bliss, aftercare and all the consequences can wait.
Sabo rolls on side with a satisfied groan, takes the gloves off and pulls you close, his fingers soon tracing aimless lines on your back.
“It’s…the first time I touch you,” he muses with a little chuckle. “Bare hands, I mean. Wait. I wanna do this again. Without gloves.”
“Have mercy…” The offer sounds tempting, but the mere thought of straining your exhausted body more is already painful. “Can you at least wait until my legs stop shaking?”
“Sure. We can’t get out of here anyway. I don’t think I’ll shut up about how good you felt on my cock.”
He peels your remaining clothes away, leaving the gloves for the end. He inspects them from close, equally proud and perverted grin beaming from his face. “But as soon as I can get out, I’m getting you a new pair of those.”
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