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Show Me | Older!Eddie x F!Virgin Reader

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Anonymous asked: Inexperienced!reader giving Eddie a handjob and a blowjob for the first time?

Cw: ten-year age gap, sex toys, female masturbation, the reader is kinda a perv (oops), Eddie is also kinda a perv (oops), reader first time giving oral, reader first time having sex, pet names.

CW: 7.1k It's long again, I'm sorry! idk how to do short

Moving trucks have been parked in your neighbour's driveway for about two days. You had always liked the Kaminskys, but they were older and now moving to a retirement community. This is the second day of moving trucks, and the new owners are moving in today. You have yet to receive much information from the realtor regarding the new neighbours, but you hope they'll be pleasant. You had already baked something to welcome them to the neighbourhood, in hopes that it could be a younger family or couple. Perhaps someone closer to your age?

You moved to this town around three years back when you received your first job offer after completing your college degree. You had saved up enough money to buy a one-bedroom house for a very affordable price. Although it required some repairs, you were happy with it because it allowed you to decorate it according to your liking. You loved the neighbourhood even if you were the only twenty-five-year-old on the block.

As you looked out from behind your front rooms curtains, you could see the movers unloading a big moving truck. There was one person among them who really caught your attention. You had never seen him before. It was a small town and you lived in a quiet suburb by the water in the south of Michigan. Everyone knew everyone, and you hadn’t seen this man before.

He appeared to be in his mind to late 30s and had a muscular build. His brown wavy hair was tied back in a low bun that connected with the five o clock shadow in his face. He was wearing a tight black ribbed tank top that showcased the tattoos covering both his arms and hands. He was hot... Way too hot not to have not ever been seen or talked about in your small lakefront town. Upon further observation, it became apparent that he was not wearing the attire of a mover.

Oh my god. He must be the new neighbour.

“Please be single, please be single, please be single,” you chanted as you hastily went to your closet in search of an outfit that looked cute so that you could introduce yourself.

You took your time getting ready; he obviously needed time to unload, and you didn’t want to overwhelm him…. And whoever else might be moving in.

God, you hoped he didn’t have a wife or whatever.

You shook your head to get rid of your rambling internal thoughts. You took a deep breath and told yourself to chill the fuck out. You could do this. You’ll go over in your sweet little sundress, introduce yourself, and offer him the chocolate cake you baked…

You weren't as excited as you were last night while baking it, now you were just nervous. You imagined a sweet family moving in with a newborn - a couple your age with whom you could become really close friends. But now, you are faced with a hot and sexy bad boy neighbour who may or may not have a wife and kids. Maybe he wasn’t into women at all?! That would suck. This situation is making you feel extremely anxious and overwhelmed due to your lack of interactions with the opposite sex.

To say you haven’t had a lot of experience was an understatement. You went through high school without a boyfriend. You went through college without a boyfriend. You weren’t into drunken hookups with random strangers for your first sexual experience. You went on many first dates, but nothing ever came of those many first dates. So you waited. And waited.

You thought that maybe you would meet somebody through work and then it would happen, but you’ve been so caught up with working and renovating your house your social life has taken a step back.

Of course, you wanted to find someone. To finally be with someone in a sexual way. To give yourself wholly to someone. Nothing ever went past kissing and or being felt up. But that was the extent of your sexual experience with another person.

Your sexual experience with yourself, on the other hand, was pretty standard. You've got your toys to get by. The first time you gave yourself a real orgasm from the vibrator you bought, it changed your world. Slowly, you worked your way up to toys you could insert once you got a little braver. So technically, yes, you hadn't slept with another person, but now you were more than ready to explore and get out there. You wanted that connection with someone.

So, about half an hour after the moving truck left, you worked up the courage to walk over and knock on the front door. You gave yourself a once-over before leaving. You wore a white sundress with tiny red cherries that fell mid-thigh, your hair was pulled back with a matching red hairband, and you had a fresh, subtle makeup look.

With a deep breath, you held that cake with all your might to ensure you didn't drop it and you simply knocked on the door.

"Just a second," You heard a deep voice call out. A few long seconds later, the door opens, and you're face to face with a wet, shirtless man in just a towel. As you suspected, it was the man you saw unloading the boxes.Fucking hell, He was attractive, with a toned body covered in tattoos. Your gaze drifted to his towel hanging low on his hips. -"Oh shit, sorry, let me just uh- I'll be right back," He sputtered as he realized he was basically naked in front of a young woman, most likely his neighbour.

"Sorry, I can come back later!" to try to fight off the blood rushing to your face.

"No- no, just, uh-hang on!' You hear him yell from inside the house. He came back out wearing black sweatpants which he had cut himself to make into shorts and a plain black tee shirt.

"Hi." He smiles as he walks back onto the front porch where you stood.

"Hi, I'm sorry. I should have waited a little longer to come introduce myself." You laugh uncomfortably.

"Nah, it's okay; not every day I'm greeted by a pretty girl with a cake." He smirks.

"What? Oh yea, I uh- just wanted to welcome you and uh your...wife?"

He shakes his head no.

"Your partner?"

Another no.

"Kid?" you try one last time. And he smiles with a chuckle.

"Anyway, I baked a cake just to say welcome." You shoved the plate into his chest, almost smushing it into his shirt.

"Thank you, that's very kind."

"You're welcome. So, um, I guess I'll get going; leave you to it." You turn to walk down the steps.

"Wait! What's your name?" you wince. You're so nervous you didn't even introduce yourself.

"I'm sorry." You giggled uncomfortably.

"I'm Eddie Munson," he smiled. His smile was infectious; you smiled back and gave him your name.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Um- thanks." You shy into yourself.

"So you said you live next door?"

"Yeah, uh, I'm just over at forty-four." You motion over your shoulder to your house.

"You live there with your folks?" He cocks his head.

"No, Mr. Munson. It's all mine, mine alone." You giggle.

"You don't look old enough," he squints suspiciously.

"I would like to have you know I am twenty-five." You say proudly.

"Oh well, pardon me." He smiled. This made Eddie feel much better about being so attracted to you. God forbid you were still living at home with your parents. He would feel like a total creep.

"Anyways, I uh should get going," you point over your shoulder.

"Oh, ok, well, um, once I'm done setting up, please stop by whenever. I could use a familiar face around... being new to town and all."

"Sure thing, it was nice meeting you. Mr. Munson." you smile.

"Please call me Eddie!" He called as you walked back over to your house,

"Enjoy the cake!" You give a small wave.

"Oh, I will." Before you turn back, you watch as he takes a finger, dips it in the icing, and puts it in his mouth without breaking eye contact... you hadn't witnessed anything so sensual. You almost trip over your sandals as you scurry back into your house.

All of your interactions with Eddie over the next week were flirtatious. He managed to make your heart beat faster than any man had before.

After a week and a half, Eddie finally organized the house. His furniture was set up, and most of the moving boxes had been emptied. He would see you when you came home from work in the evenings as he sat on his porch with a cigarette.

"Hey, Eddie," You would blush,

"Hey, sweetheart" He would smile back without fail.

If anyone else were to call you that, you'd want to clock them; however, coming out of Eddie's mouth? Somehow, it made you swoon.

"Hey, um, you don't have to, but would you want to join me for dinner? Tonight? I am sure you're exhausted from unpacking, and I'm a pretty good cook... unless you hated my cake so feel free to say no.-" You rambled on.

"I'd love to join you for dinner. That's very sweet of you to offer." This was so new for Eddie. Neighbours being neighbourly. He was always the outcast in his town growing up. Now, at thirty-five, he is finally saved up enough to get out of town, start fresh, and open his own autobody shop. Have an actual house of his own, not that he wasn't grateful for his uncle and the trailer park.

Here, he could be anyone he wanted to be. He met some of the townspeople, and they seemed nice enough when he told them he would be taking over for Mr. Sanders's mechanic shop.

"Okay, great! I'm just going to get changed, I'll leave the door open; feel free to come in and make yourself at home whenever you're ready." You motioned to him and his cigarette."

"Thanks, Sunshine." He smiled that smile you couldn't overcome, and you rushed inside to find a n outfit that didn’t scream ‘I work for corporate America.’

You made your way up to your loft, which doubled as your bedroom that overlooked the living area and kitchen. You were in the middle of stripping when you heard the front door open; only then did you realize that when you told him to make himself at home, you had forgotten the minor detail that he would be able to see you changing. You scurried into your walk-in closet with a squeak so he wouldn't have dinner and a show.

"Sunshine?" He asked, walking into your home.

"I'll be down in a minute!" You yell as you scramble to find your jean shorts.

"Take your time." He walks around your home, observing your picture gallery.

"Help yourself to a beer or whatever you want in the fridge."

"Thanks."

As you walk back down your stairs, you see Eddie sitting on your couch, beer in hand. Man-spread with an arm around the top of the sofa. You wished you could be by his side, arm around you instead.

"Good, you made yourself at home."

"Well, Sweets, I am a good listener." He tilted his head back, taking a swig from the bottle. You watched his Adam's apple bob in his long throat, and you thought about what it would feel like to kiss it.

"Any dietary restrictions?" You ask, shaking yourself from your dirty thoughts.

"Nah..." He shakes his head. "So, how did you swing a place like this at your age?"

It felt like a dig; maybe he just saw you as a kid... you would change his mind on that.

"Um, well, I got it on foreclosure; you should have seen it; it was a mess, and everyone wanted to tear it down, but I had a vision. It took a few years, but it's finally finished. I had some help from my grandmother's inheritance, but it wasn't much. So I worked my ass off, and here we are" you spoke as you got together the pots and ingredients.

"Looks like you're doing well for yourself" He smiled as he watched you bend over, unintentionally showing off your cute plump ass.

"Yeah, I guess. So what do you do?" you turn and catch him staring at your behind.

"Well, I just bought the auto shop off Mr. Sander's, so if you're ever in any car trouble, I'm your guy." He smiles.

"Good to know; I know nothing when it comes to my Ruby."

"Ruby?"

"Yeah, my car, she's red, so I named her Ruby."

"That's cute; it suits you."

You don't say much after you start cooking; you are in the zone, ensuring everything is perfect.

"So, what's a girl like you do around here for fun?"

"A girl like me?"

"Yeah, young, beautiful." He takes a bite like what he said was obvious.

"Umm well... work mostly. We have block parties, it is all families around here; my friends all live in the city." You take a sip of beer to settle your nerves.

"This is really good." He motions to the plate of food in front of him.

"You know what? We are having our town's Fourth of July party on Saturday. Everyone goes, you should come! I can show you around more, introduce you to more people, and you can spread the word about your new business opening up next week."

"Yeah, I'd really like that."

After Eddie had thanked you for the meal, he stayed a few more hours; you enjoyed his company. He respectfully kissed you on the cheek goodnight, and you made your way straight up to your room with your toys because you couldn't stand it any longer.

Eddie made you feel like your body was on fire. When he would lightly graze his fingertips along your bare arm or when he would compliment you. His voice alone made your lower tummy tingle.

You pulled out your trusty rabbit that never failed you. You felt dirty, but Eddie had you so worked up you needed relief.

As you lay on your bed, you strip yourself down to nothing. You think about how Eddie’s big, strong hands would tease your body. Working yourself up in your mind. You got wetter by the second.

You imagined how his voice would sound as you imagined the filthy words that would come out of that perfectly plump mouth. That mouth you wanted all over your body.

You imagined, pictured, and played a movie of Eddie and you in your head until you got so worked up that you couldn’t take it anymore. Your clit was screaming at you to be touched. You turned on the toy, it came to life, and your body quivered with anticipation. Your body sprang to life as you slowly worked the toy around your wet hole and then plunged in the dildo. You went deeper and deeper until the little vibrator at the top of the toy hit your clit.

Your body arched up as you felt the waves of pleasure wash through your veins. You pumped the toy in and out of your wet pussy, thinking about your older neighbour. How hot he looked in nothing but that towel when you first met. How your pussy clenched at the sight of his happy trail. How his muscles formed a V travelling right to where you wanted most. You could see his bulge under the white fluffy bath towel wrapped around his waist. You thought about how good his flesh would feel against yours as he pumped his cock inside of you like how you were with your toy.

“Oh, Eddie!” You moaned, forgetting your window was open for the summer breeze you loved to feel in the night.

Your free hand travels to your breast; you tweak your sensitive nipple and moan out again. Your white transparent curtains fluttered with the wind, but you were too wrapped up in your fantasy to notice.

When Eddie got home he went straight into his new bedroom and opened his window because the evening breeze was blowing. He then got ready for bed and was reading when he heard his name. His head shot up, thinking he was hearing things. Then, he listened to another sultry moan. He took off his reading glasses and got up to investigate. His eyes shot wide open as he saw your silhouette through your curtains. He saw your the outline of your body, how your hand worked where he wanted to put his cock the most.

It was wrong, it was so wrong, but now Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of the image in front of him. He tried walking away, and he almost did, but when he heard your sweet voice moan his name again, his feet were planted on the ground. This only confirmed that you were as attracted to him as he was to you. He had thought so tonight at dinner but now he would dare to go for it. Ask you out for real.

Your body felt like it was on fire the way the toy vibrated throughout your body. The pressure kept building and building until you were on the brink. Your body seized as your pussy clamped down on the dildo inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the waves of pleasure washed over your entirety. You caught your breath and knew that Eddie was the one you wanted to be with. He was the one; if he could make you feel this good in your fantasies, you can only imagine how it would be for real.

Eddie was nervous, even though you had confirmed, unintentionally, that you were attracted to him; it had been a while since he asked out about a girl he liked, especially when he was about to ask out one who was ten years younger.

Saturday couldn't come soon enough. You had asked Eddie as a friend, but Eddie would treat it as a date, and he would make sure you knew it was a date. You were excited to spend time with Eddie again after your dinner. It had only been four days, but the anticipation was creeping in. You were so surprised when he showed up at your door with flowers.

"Eddie, you didn't have to do this, but thank you!" you smiled as you sniffed the daisies.

"Of course I did; what kind of date would I be if I showed up empty-handed?" He smirked as he stepped into your house as you went to get a vase for your flowers.

“A date, huh?” You smirked over your shoulder.

“Yes. A date”

“Okay,” you smile as you take his hand in yours and lock up your house.

Eddie was smitten; he had you on his arm, and he felt like the king of the world. You were also smitten. Finally, you were on a date with someone who you were very interested in.

Eddie was funny and charming, and you found out he was really nerdy, but it was only much more endearing. You learned how he played guitar and was in a high school garage band that landed a few gigs at the local bar. The more you got to know him, the more you wanted to be with him.

Eddie couldn’t keep his hands off you as the night went on, and you enjoyed it. When he wasn't holding your hand, he was holding your waist; if he wasn't holding your waist, his arm was draped over your shoulder.

When the fireworks started, you gazed up at the sky together, wrapped up in one another warmth as the cool breeze of the lake came through. Halfway through the show, he went to kiss the top of your head but you had moved to look up at him, and you caught his lips with yours. Just like the fireworks in the sky, there were fireworks between the both of you. When you both pulled back, you could see in his eyes that he felt it, too.

You finished off the night hand in hand as he walked you home. He kissed you good night like a perfect gentleman, and you bid one another a goodnight.

You were so giddy and excited about Eddie. The more you went out, the more time you wanted to spend with him. You were finishing your third official date when you asked him to join you inside your place for a nightcap.

Things moved quickly once you settled inside. Your drinks were hardly touched. Eddie couldn’t keep his hands off you.m as you made out like a couple of horny teenagers in the couch.

Your mind was racing. Why hadn’t you told him you’re a virgin? You invited him in. He’s probably expecting sex… oh god, what if he’s turned off by the fact that you’re not experienced?

“We can slow down if you want.” he pulled away; he had sensed something was off. You became stiff and seemed like you weren't into the makeout anymore.

“I’m sorry. I’m just a bit nervous… I’m -uh just out of practice…” you shied.

“That’s okay we can take it slow.” He stroked your cheek.

“Are you sure?” You twiddled with his fingers that are resting on your thigh.

“Of course. We can go at your speed.”

“I need to tell you something.” You looked down at the floor. He nodded his head but then spoke because you weren’t looking at him.

“I’ve never… I uh. Shit. I’ve never been with anyone before.”

“What?” Eddie was dumbfounded. How? There was no way he heard you correctly.

“I’m a virgin.” You pull away, but Eddie reaches for you.

“oh wow. I wasn't expecting that... uh- but that’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” he comforts you.

“But I do want to,” you rush out. “It’s not like I’m waiting for marriage; it just hasn’t happened…”

“We will go at your pace” Eddie smiled.

“Thank you”

You shift closer to him, wanting to kiss him again, especially after being so cool with everything.

You leaned in to kiss him again, but he was hesitant.

“You sure, sunshine?”

“Yea” you sigh into his mouth.

Eddie grabs the back of your head so he can pull you in closer.

Your hand rested on his knee. As you continued to kiss him your hand bravely traveled up his thigh.

“Woah, hold on, sunshine.” He rested his hand on yours to stop moving.

Oh my gosh, this is it. He had come to his senses. He’s rejecting you.

"You sure you want to go there? Because if we keep going, I will want to do things to you, and I don't want to make you uncomfortable if you're not ready."

"I promise. I've waited so long for the right guy, and I'm ready, trust me." If he only knew about your little collection of toys upstairs.

"We don't have to go all the way tonight okay?"

"Yeah, okay." You nodded your head with anticipation. Okay, this was good. He accepted you, and he still wanted to fool around.

You returned to making out on your couch, and the heavy petting ensued. This time, Eddie didn't stop your advances as your hand travelled up his thigh to the crease of his leg and up his crotch. Your hand felt around his bulge through his jeans. There was no denying that he was turned on. The way his cock strained against the thick black fabric should have been illegal. It must have been uncomfortable for him. You just had to let it spring free.

You shifted your weight forward to get closer to him. To feel him. His thighs were thick and defined. You could also feel how hard they were. Your mind wandered to how they would feel to sit on.

Before you knew it, your body was moving before your brain could catch up. One leg draped over his, and you were mounted on Eddie's leg. His deliciously thick leg. You just did what felt right; as you sat down on Eddie, the pressure situated onto your pussy felt so delicious. Your hips started rocking back and forth, building up a rhythm.

You heard and felt Eddie moan in your mouth, and this only enticed you on to keep going, your body driven by pleasure.

"That feel good, baby?" He cooed in your ear before he started kissing down your neck.

"Mmmmhmmm." You nodded frantically, eyes shut, not daring to look at him.

"Good girl, keep going." You felt his big hands grip the top of your ass as he helped you rock your hips against his jeans. The pressure in your lower stomach was building and building; you could feel your orgasm as close.

“Fuck that’s it, use me”

Fuck, you haven't gotten off by dry-humping something in years. Not since you found your first vibrator.

"You close, baby girl?" He whispered against your lips as you kept kissing him. A muffled yes was said, and before you could continue to speak, waves of pleasure washed over your whole body. It stared from your clit and radiated up like it travelled through your bloodstream straight to your head.

Your movements slowed, and you managed to catch your breath; Eddie was still hard as a rock under his jeans, and there was no way you weren't going to help out with that.

You mimicked the way Eddie kissed your neck on Eddie. Your tongue moved the way he moved on your neck. Your hands worked in tandem with your mouth. Your fingers worked to open his jeans as you kept kissing on sucking on Eddie's long tattooed neck.

"You don't have to, Sugar," he panted, but you could hear in his tone that he was excited. He wanted this as much as you did... maybe even more.

"But I want to, Eddie." You batted your eyelashes, and you pulled away to let him see your playful pout.

You've watched enough porn and heard enough of your friend's stories to know what you're doing. Sure, the first and only time you saw a dick in real life was in your third year at uni when you tried to go down on the guy you were out with but then got scared, and he walked you home... but you got this! You're an adult woman who knows what she wants, and what she wants is right at her fingertips.

Your little pep talk in your head must have been evident on your face because Eddie started speaking again.

"You done this before?" He asks gently, not judgingly. You shake your head slightly in return.

"You want me to guide you?"

You nodded your head yes. You wanted to be good and do it right.

"Kay," He smiled.

Eddie told you how to work your hands slowly, teasingly at first, not too much but not too little. And no sudden sharp yanking movements at first... You listened, and when you were ready, you moved his boxers down, and his cock was released. It was so big, so much bigger than you thought it would be. The one you saw was a least half the size of Eddie's.

"Oh my god," You gasped.

"It's okay, sugar; he won't bite." Eddie kissed you to make you feel more comfortable. Your hand travelled back to his cock so you could grip it in your hand, not too hard, but not too gently like Eddie had said. The tip produced a bead of precum that was already leaking out, which was a good sign. Your fingers brushed over the head, and Eddie sucked in a breath.

"Did I hurt you?" you dropped his cock from your release.

"No, quite the opposite, baby."

"Oh," you giggled. You picked up where you left off, stroking his cock in your grip, teasing it and feeling it. You were surprised by how velvety the skin felt.

As you continued to make up with Eddie, cock in hand. You suddenly felt braver, and the need to have him in your mouth grew stronger. You slinked your way off the couch so you were sat in front of him on your knees, eyes and mouth level with his behemoth that he calls his cock.

“You sure, little one?" He asked, and you nodded your head with a smile. You moved before your surge of confidence broke.

You sat up a little more and moved his cock towards you, and tentatively licked the tip. You continued your kitten licks a few more times before enveloping his tip in your warm, wet mouth. You peered up at Eddie through your long lashes; he looked like he was enjoying himself, so you must have been doing something right? You swirled your tongue along the tip before dipping you're head down lower to take more of him. Eddie let out a moan, and this made you smile. Yes, you were doing something right. So you continued, lower and lower.

You'd be lying if you didn't say you've tested your gag reflex on one of the dildos you own; where is the fun in that? But now that it was a real mans cock in your mouth, you understood the hype about giving head. You genuinely liked it so far, but that's probably due to Eddie and how comfortable he makes you feel.

"You sure you've never done this before?" He managed to get out.

"uhhhhuuhhhhhh" You moned against his cock and that only jerked Eddie's hip up into you.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that just felt really good, baby" He stroked your head before gripping the back of your hair like he was resisting to push you further down.

"Fuck baby, you're way too good at this to be a virgin."

"You calling me a Liar, Mr. Munson?" You popped off his cock and started jerking him off with your hand again.

"No, no, baby, shit, I mean, ohhh, fuck you're very good for this being your first time."

"Thank you" You put the tip back in your mouth as you sucked on it, but your hands continued to work the shaft.

Eddie didn't last much longer; he told you to take your mouth off but continue with your hands, not wanting to ruin his chance of being with you again if you tasted cum for the first time and you were disgusted. So you listened, wanting to please him; you watched as the white liquid spurted from his shaft and ran down your hands. It was warm and all you could picture was what it would look like leaking out of your pussy.

"Let me get you a towel" You got up when his cock finally stopped spazming.

You walked back over with a warm wet dishtowel, but not before you took his softening cock in your mouth to wipe up the access.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie wasn't expecting that. It was like he had awoken something inside you.

"I wanted to know what you tasted like," you surged before you handed him the towel.

"You, little minx, are going to be the death of me."

Eddie and you had been going out for two months since he moved in, and it had been a week since you gave Eddie your first blow job. It's been on your mind for the majority of the week. So when he asked you out again on a fourth date, you were very excited to see how that one would end. What more would the two of you explore?

Eddie cooked for you; he had a nice romantic dinner in his kitchen. His place was finally fully unpacked, and he gave you a grand official tour of his house afterward.

"You going to show me your bedroom?" You teased.

"You would love that, wouldn't you?" He teased back.

You headed up to his room. You walk inside, and it's pretty spacious; he has a small window off to the side that looks into your house. You stroll around the beige-carpeted floors to see if your suspicions are correct. He does, in fact, have a direct view of your bedroom.

"Ever spy on me, Mr. Munson?"

"mmmmm once or twice." He chuckles as his strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer to his body.

"Really?" You got a bit nervous; what had he seen?

"Well, a man can't help his curiosity when he hears a sweet voice moaning his name in the middle of the night."

This makes you gasp. He had to be joking! But then again, your windows are close together, and you love leaving them open...

"Don't worry, sweetheart." He turned you to face him, but you buried yourself into his chest, too embarrassed to look at him. "It's flattering.”

"Eddie" you moaned into his chest."

"I'm serious, knowing you want an old guy like me?"

"You're not even that old," you mumbled.

"Please look at me, Sunshine." He tilted your head up so he could gaze into your eyes. You tried to fight it, but you ultimately gave in.

"I'm embarrassed," You pout.

"Don't be; you don't even need to be embarrassed about your fantasies with me. Understood?"

"Okay." You shy away meekly.

“You want to tell me your fantasies? What you were thinking about when you touched yourself all alone in that bed of yours?”

“I-i-want…“

“It’s okay. I know you’re nervous, sweetheart. You can tell me.”

You paused, took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

“I want to be taken care of,” you whispered.

“And”

“I want you to be the one to do it…”

"We can definitely arrange that," he said before taking your lips. His tongue parted your lips, making its way into your mouth. He was an excellent kisser. You were getting wet just by his kisses alone.

Eddie backs you up and leads you toward the king-size bed. Your knees give out when they hit the soft mattress, and you fall back, dragging Eddie down with you.

"You gonna let me take care of you, baby?"

"Please?"

"That's my girl." He smiled into the kiss before getting up so you could shimmy back onto the bed so you could rest on the pillows.

Eddie's mouth found yours again as his hands travelled up your body, feeling every inch of your skin. You felt like your body was on fire; the heat radiating between the two of you was evident.

"Can I take this off?" He played with the hem of your sundress.

"You can do whatever you want"

"That's a big promise, little one, gotta be careful with making promises like that." he cocks his head.

"I just want you." You go to take off your dress, but Eddie stops you so he can do it himself. You came prepared; you wore the nicest bra and panty set you owned. A pink lace and satin set. It made your boobs look out of this world the way the fabric cupped you just right. Accentuating every curve.

"All this f'me?"

You didn't answer. You just needed to kiss him again; your bodies melded together as he pressed you further into the mattress. His hands cupped your breasts, moulding and kneading them, and your sensitive nipples began to perk up at his rough touch.

"You're perfect," Eddie sighed as his mouth detached from yours and moved down to your neck. Your body tingled as his soft lips explored the exposed skin.

"Eddie," you moaned out in pleasure. Your hips started to grind up onto Eddie's calf, and he knew he had you right where he wanted.

His hands moved lower, cupping your lace covered heat. His fingers felt so good above the lace that separated the two of you; you couldn't wait to see what they felt like skin to skin.

"You mind if I?"

"Yes!" you said, a little too excited. But Eddie didn't mind. He thought it was so cute the way you were eager to let him explore your body.

"You know how often I've pictured you on this bed?" You shake your head, not biting your lip.

"Oh well, I would picture you like this... no, wait. There would be much less clothing." He wraps his arms around his body to take off his shirt, and he throws it across the room; next to go were his pants. You giggled at his antics. "Much better."

You could feel his cock press against your stomach as he pounced back down onto you. He continued where he had left off, his hand exploring your clothed cunt again, circling your clit above your panties, making you let out a sweet moan. He moved his hands further up until he made his way underneath your panties.

Your hips automatically moved as Eddie's hands explored your wet folds. His free hand pressed your hip, silently telling you not to move, that he will do this for you. You no longer had to be the only one to make yourself feel good. He was here to take care of you.

His thick finger slipped past your folds and up into your tight cunt.

"Oh!" You called out as his fingers broke past the barrier. They were much bigger than you're used to; your hands could never do the same as he was doing now.

"You're ok, baby," he cooed. He worked his hands inside of you, hitting a spot you'd never located before. That made your mind go numb and all fuzzy.

Eddie pulled out of you, and you whimpered in protest but quickly understood he was only taking off your panties for you. You lifted your legs, you helped him out, and he kissed down your leg until he reached your centre.

"May I?" He asked.

"Yes." You sigh.

Eddie waisted not a moment longer. His lips attached themselves to your lower ones. You’d never felt anything like it. The way his soft mouth moved around your clit, kissing and sucking on your swollen bud. You thought I couldn’t get any better than this. Until his tongue made its way onto your body and you cried out in pleasure. Too consumed by Eddie to be embarrassed by how loud you were being.

“Eddie! Oh god, yes, fuck right there!”

“You taste so sweet, even better than I imaged.” Eddie hummed into your cunt mimicking the vibrations your so use to with your vibrating toys. You body was quivering underneath him within minutes. He was way too good at this.

“Please, I’m coming, oh god I’m cuming!” You try to catch your breath with every world but it wa s no use. Eddie didn’t let up until your body was spent.

You watched Eddie sit up, your liquids covering his chin. He smiled as he spoke.

“We are only just getting started baby”

Another whimper left your throat as he pulled down his boxers to reveal his hard cock. It bobbed as it was released from its confines and you wanted nothing more than to feel it in your mouth again.

“I know what you’re thinking, baby. But no, not tonight. I need to feel you.” He went to the nightstand and opened the drawer. You watched as he pulled out the condom from its foil wrappings. Your legs clenched in anticipation.

"I'm going to take real good care of you, Sunshine." he rolled it into himself before crawling back over your body.

"Okay, Eddie. I trust you."

Eddie's heart fluttered as you spoke. He was so honoured that you chose him to be your first. He would make you see what you had missed this whole time.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Yes, I think so." You nod.

Eddie hovered over you as he took your lips into his once more. You could taste yourself in his mouth and he slowly worked the tip along your slit collecting your natural lube so he could slip himself easily inside.

"Oh my god!' Eddie was thick, so much thicker than you were used to with your silicone boyfriend you had hidden in the drawer. Thank god you were at least used to that because you didn't know how you would have handled this otherwise.

"You're doing so well for me, Sunshine." he praised as his cock dove deeper into you. Your tight cunt felt like paradise.

You told Eddie he could start moving once you were comfortable and adjusted to his size.

You saw starts as his cock plunged in and out of you; it felt so fucking good. You couldn't keep in your pleasure. Moan after moan was music to Eddie's ears. Why had you waited this long to feel something so good?

"So good, fuck, you're so fucking tight." His strokes never let up. He kept the same tempo as his hips snapped into you. Your mouths hardly disconnect unless you need to come up for air. His hands explored under your bra as he pulled a cup down to free your nipple. He moved from your mouth down to take your breast into his mouth, curling your peaked bud just like he did your clit minutes before.

Your body was lit up again; the heat between you both was one thousand degrees. Eddie, was your everything at this moment. You didn't, nor couldn't think of anything but the pleasure he was feeding you.

"More, more, more," You chant as Eddie's cock pounds into you, filling you more than you had ever felt before.

Eddie listened and moved his hands to your clit. Sparking an electrical bolt through your entire body. Your already sensitive clit was pulsing with desire as Eddie continued to pleasure you. With each stroke of his cock and hand, your body couldn't take it anymore, and you began to convulse under him.

"Shit fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," Eddie spoke before he realized that he was making you cum undone beneath him.

"Oh, yes! Eddie!"

"That's it, such a good girl, taking me so well. God your pussy is made for me." he spoke as he still used your body for his own pleasure. He didn't take much after your cunt latched down on him like a vice that he was coming right after you. A loud grunt left his lips as he felt a wave of please come over his body. His sensitive cock spurted its hot while cum into the condom that was still inside you.

"Wow," Was all you managed to say. Your brain was mush, but it was the best way possible.

"Yeah, wow," Eddie chuckled as he rolled off of you, out of breath but feeling blissful nonetheless.

"Is it always like that?" You mindlessly asked.

"With me, baby girl? Yeah." He chuckled.

"Wow," You repeated. Your brain is still not fully back down to earth.

"You wanna be my girl Sunshine?"

This snapped you back into reality.

"What? Really?" You turn your head to look at him.

"Yeah, baby girl," He cupped your face, waiting for your answer.

"Yes, Eddie, I'll be your girl"

Part 2

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☆ (perfect bf!)joshua x gn!reader

☆ warnings: none i think! reader is wearing a dress?

it sounds so cliché you’re not even sure you could say it out loud, but you simply cannot take your eyes off of your boyfriend.

it’s not so much his impeccable outfit (which took him weeks to finally settle on), perfectly combed hair or flawless skin that particularly catch your attention. it’s the ease with which he’s been navigating the crowd, offering bright smiles to everyone, finding exactly the right words to say and to whom, shaking hands when expected, all like he had been part of your family for decades.

“you’re staring”, joshua whispers from a corner of his mouth, his hand still holding yours.

his words make you abruptly snap out of your daydreaming. visibly startled, your eyes widen as you focus back on the wedding toast unfolding in front of your eyes. joshua purses his lips together, cheeks slightly puffed as he stifles a laugh.

still silently as not to disrupt anything, you try to nudge him but his reflexes are too good, and he ends up smoothly grabbing your arm to link it with his. the shadow of amused smiles start to grow on your faces, just as the bride’s mother finishes her speech, setting off claps and cheers throughout the crowd of guests.

your arms still linked together, you decide to follow the few guests who are heading towards the bar, internally praying that no family members will try to start a conversation with either of you; although you’re certain joshua would handle it impeccably.

“that speech was beautiful“, you say, looking at the newlyweds’ table while joshua asks the barista for two refills. “i’m pretty sure i cried at some point.”

“i think we both did”, he admits, his fingers dancing around the strap of your dress, “hey, do you want to go outside? get some fresh air before dessert?”

you take your drink back with a polite smile before grabbing your boyfriend’s hand. “that’s a polite way of saying you need a break from my family”, you tease, leading him to the nearest exit, one that you know leads to a small balcony overlooking the building’s backyard.

the sun has set a couple of hours ago, only leaving the yellowish lights from inside light up joshua’s features. strands of hair delicately brush against his forehead, in a way that’s slightly more sophisticated than when it gets tousled overnight.

sipping his drink with a tipsy smile, he sighs contently, elbows resting on the railing.

“how crazy would it be if i proposed to you right now?”, he asks out of the blue.

you let out a chuckle, refusing to have any over-the-top reaction just like he probably expects you to.

“so crazy” you simply reply before taking another sip, still looking straight ahead.

but the sound of joshua clearing his throat has you suddenly looking to your left. or rather, down to your left where he’s getting down on one knee.

“…shua, what are you doing?” you ask, your voice slightly wavering with uncertainty.

his response is not immediate. instead, he keeps on looking at you, eyelashes fluttering as his smile grows fonder. your palms are getting clammy, suddenly your clothes start to feel a bit too hot, a bit too tight.

“tying my shoes”, he finally speaks up, handing you his glass: “do you mind holding that for me?”

“you’re such an idiot joshua hong”, you scoff, rolling your eyes before flicking his forehead with two fingers.

looking proud of his little prank, he stands back up on his feet to wrap an arm around your waist, pressing a loud kiss on your temple:

“i’ll do it for real one day, don’t worry”, he says without a hint of doubt, “but it’ll be our own day, i’m not stealing someone else’s. you’re too special for that.”

this time, you find yourself unable to suppress your genuine reaction, and a flustered giggle escapes you as he pulls you even closer to him.

you stay like that for a few minutes, sharing silent thoughts about this special day of yours, but also wondering how you’ll manage to actually take your eyes off of him when the time comes.

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cold nights // part twenty-eight

summary: you were back in the capitol, and you would be damned if you didn't try your hardest to make it worthwhile.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.3k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness, also she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: ahh hiii sorry i went ghost on yall i have been BOOKED and i am so sick and just,,, yeah. life is catching up to me omg

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Coryo must have been running a few minutes late today, since he hasn't come to get you from your class yet. It was eating into your lunch, which you didn't mind, but still- it was outside of your very structured routine.

Looking down the now almost empty halls, books held against your chest as you wait for your boyfriend.

'Boyfriend'.

The term still felt weird, but you can't help the giddy feeling that manifests into a small smile on your face as butterflies flutter their way into your chest. Still, though, there was no sign of this boyfriend of yours.

"Y/N, hello." Your name pulls you out of the internal mantra, and you look up to its source; a boy who had just walked out of your class after staying back to speak to the professor. He had short hair, styled up the same way Coryo's was day to day now- but it wasn't nearly as blonde. This boy has kind eyes, and it relaxes you from the unexpected interaction.

"Hi there." You smile at the boy, trying to hide how furiously you're searching your head for his name. In classes of forty to fifty students, it was difficult for you to remember especially when you'd only heard their names once and never spoken to essentially all of them. "I'm so sorry," You say to the boy, smile shifting to apologetic. "You'll have to remind me of your name."

"Hilarius." He tells you, and seems to take it in stride.

"Yes! Oh, of course. My apologies." You laugh slightly, a force of habit pushing your hand out to shake his.

He grins as he takes it. "No worries." He adjusts his bag over his shoulder, looking past you and down the halls. "Are... are you waiting for someone?"

"Yes," You nod, and the confusion surrounding why you were just standing there clears from his features. "Coriolanus."

"Ah." Hilarius nods.

"Do you know him?" You ask, having that be your go-to for small talk with your new peers. So far, it's worked well. No one you've had the chance to speak to yet has said no.

"Yeah, yeah. I do." He rubs his jaw as he answers. "We've never been close, but we went to school together. He's in one of my classes now, actually."

"Really?" You smile. "Which one?"

"Poli sci."

"Oh, nice! That's his major. He knows an awful lot about it already- if there's any group projects he's definitely someone you would want working with you." You gush, adjusting your hold on your books.

"Yeah, he's pretty smart." Hilarius agrees.

"Have you decided on your major yet?" You ask. "Political science and English is a wide net to cast."

He shrugs. "Kind of, I don't know. My parents want me to go into business or politics, but I don't think that's what I want."

"The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream." You hum. "I think you should pursue what you want. Not what they tell you you should."

He tilts his head at you, a confused smile on his face. "You do really speak that way, don't you?"

"Well, yes." You laugh.

"I'll be honest, I thought you were playing us all for fools to try and get people to like you."

"Oh, no. I am not smart enough for a ruse like that." You giggle, shaking your head.

"Sure you are." He laughs. "I mean clearly, you are."

"I promise that's not it at all." You assure him quickly.

"Yeah, yeah I know that." He gives you a calm smile. "Hey, do you... do you have time before your next class? I have a little bit if you want to grab lunch together."

"I do, but I usually eat with Coryo." You explain, but he was fifteen minutes late by now. Maybe if you just went to the courtyard he would meet you there. "But we always eat in the courtyard between the buildings, so if we go there I'm sure he'll know where to find us."

"Then lead the way." Your new friend nods to you and you smile, heading off down the hall in the direction of the exit.

Coryo rushes out of his lecture hall as soon as they're done. How the professor had so little care for holding them back an extra twenty minutes just to "wrap up" on a lecture concept was unbelievable to him. Other people had other classes, and he had to get to you.

When he makes it to your building and your class, he assumes your professor must have done the same thing when he doesn't see you in the hall. Peeking into the classroom, he doesn't have the time to be relieved since another class has already started and you are not sitting there listening. He takes a step back and looks around, thoroughly confused.

Where did she go?

He doesn't know if you're comfortable enough here to be wandering off on your own, but you must be. Or you were with someone. Likely Sejanus, if you were to go off with anyone, but as far as Coryo knew Sejanus was in a class across campus right now. Or he was at least supposed to be.

Immediately he picks up his pace stalking through the halls. After ten minutes, it's clear you were nowhere in the building. He even ran the risk of checking the women's bathrooms after his second lap, scared that maybe you were sick or hurt. But no, you were just gone.

Okay, Coriolanus- think realistically about this. Maybe she just went to wait at our usual lunch spot.

That had to be it, so cursing himself for wasting more time, he heads outside.

Sure enough, he was right. He just wishes he had thought of that sooner- especially when he had neglected the possibility that you had been kidnapped.

"I do love it here, I really do." You smile, trying to be convincing enough to your new friend. "Of course, there is always so much to learn! I'm just really grateful for the opportunity." You say, covering your mouth with your palm as you speak and chew at the same time.

"Come on, Y/N. You can be honest with me." Hilarius says, raising an eyebrow at you. "That sounded extremely scripted. There aren't peacekeepers holding a gun to your head, so... just be honest."

You laugh nervously, looking around. "Okay... I mean, it's fine. I'm comfortable, and I love Coryo and everything don't get me wrong!" You defend quickly, and he just nods. "But... I miss my family and my friends, the music, the food... just, it's really not the same."

"I can imagine." He nods sympathetically.

"Here," You offer him your container of fruit in an effort to soften the subject. "Take some, it's far too much for me."

"Thank you." He agrees politely, taking a raspberry from the mix and popping it into his mouth.

"Please, though, don't tell anyone. I did that whole interview convincing everyone that I was happier than ever here and I just don't want to start any trouble."

"You have my word." Hilarius nods, holding out his pinky to you which you accept with a smile.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He says quietly, and you nod while you grab another strawberry from the glass in your lap.

"You kind of owe me one, now." You tease.

He laughs, but his smile fades quickly. "I feel like... Everyone here loves the games, but I hate them." He admits, taking you by surprise. "I want you to know that I think it's absolutely cruel. I mean, little Wovey... She was just the sweetest and- and I feel so guilty about it all. I wish I got to choose whether or not I wanted to mentor."

You nod, swallowing back the rest of the fruit in your mouth. Suddenly, the sweetness makes you nauseous. "She was." You agree quietly, closing your eyes for a moment and preparing for yet another distressing conversation. "I am sorry I couldn't save her."

"Don't be." He corrects you quickly, a worried expression greeting you when you looked at him again. "That's not what I meant, there was nothing more you could have done. You were a friend to her, she really liked you. She had someone, that's the best either of us could offer."

You nod slightly, chewing instead into your lip and leaving your lunch abandoned. "I-I..." You take a shaky breath. "If I could go back, I would have protected her more. She should have won." You choke your way through the statement, eyes burning from holding back tears. Every time you have one of these conversations it feels like you think someone else should have won. Never you.

"Don't cry, please don't cry." He pleads, placing a hand on your shoulder and you freeze under his touch.

"Don't, please." You say quietly, gently shaking off his hand. You couldn't be touched right now, but how was he to know that? This wasn't his fault.

"I'm sorry." Hilarius says, eyes wide as he watches you. "I didn't think, I shouldn't have said anything but I-"

"What the hell did you say to her?!" Your boyfriend's voice is the next one that rings in your ears, you look up to your right to see him walking over quickly, and Hilarius shuffles to get up.

"Nothing! Nothing, I- I don't know." He defends quickly. "I didn't mean to upset her, honestly."

Then Coryo is crouching in front of you, waving a hand in front of your face. "Hey, you're okay." He says softly, offering you a worried smile. "I've got you, alright?"

You nod a little bit, moving your things away from yourself with trembling hands. "I know."

"Is she okay?" Hilarius asks and you nod again, trying to smile in his direction.

"No. Get out of here, Heavensbee. I'll clean up your mess." Coryo spits at him, and he apologizes again quickly before grabbing his bag and disappearing across the grass.

"Coryo, he didn't-"

"Don't worry about it, love." Coryo smiles at you, suddenly less angry than he was a moment ago. "Just take some deep breaths for me, can you do that?"

"I-I'm fine." You breathe out, chest rising and falling quickly.

"Yeah, you're doing great." Coryo smiles, looking around quickly before adjusting so he's kneeling just in front of you. "Tell me about your readings. Anything good today?" He asks, already knowing the answer.

"I'm glad I went back to class today." You say cheerily as you climb into the car, your boyfriend right on your heels.

"Yes, I am too." He says as you buckle up in the middle seat and he closes the door before getting comfortable next to you. "You're getting so much better."

You nod, looking out through the tinted windows as the car begins to move into traffic. You weren't sure if "better" was the correct term- it didn't sit right with you. You weren't sick, not that you thought, anyway, but maybe he was right. The mention of the other tributes' names would have had you on your knees a matter of months ago; you would have been down for the count for days. Still, though, it felt unsettling to hear it said like that.

If getting better meant not being as hurt by their deaths, maybe it's best if you never recover.

"Hey, are you hungry?" He asks after a moment, watching your eyes glaze over as you stare across him and out the window at all the other young people walking by. "I was thinking we could go try that ice cream place I was telling you about on the train."

You blink away the disassociation, smiling up at him instead. "Yes, that sounds lovely."

"What kind do you think you'll get?" You ask, leaning into Coryo's side as you approach the shop. It was late afternoon, so it was a little busy, but really not all that bad. Crowds bothered you less and less, these days.

"I'm not sure." He replies. "Probably like... vanilla."

"Vanilla?" You giggle. "That's so boring! You said they have every flavour imaginable, and you're settling for vanilla?"

"Okay, well, what do you suggest?" He chuckles, pulling the door open for you as you step through.

"I don't know, I just think you should consider all your options first." You shrug, eyes already landing on the handwritten chalkboard menu that spans the back wall. "Oh, wow..." You say under your breath, eyes going wide.

Coryo watches you with a smile on his face, gently brushing his hand over your back. "Okay, I know what I want." You speak quickly, and he laughs.

"What? There's no way you read all of it just now."

"No, course not." You shake your head, eyes still locked on the board as the sound of people chattering surrounds you. "Coryo, what's white chocolate?" You ask, gently tugging on his sleeve and pointing to where you see it.

"Uh, it's chocolate, but white." He answers, really unsure as well. "Tastes a little different than regular chocolate, but hardly."

"Okay, yes. I want that. With raspberries, it says." You nod in finality.

"Yes, ma'am." He agrees. "Wait right here, love." He says and you nod as he walks over to the counter, and you get to look at the colourful paint on the walls and all the buckets of ice cream behind the glass barrier.

"You're Y/N, right? The victor?" A girl's voice asks you and you turn to instead give them your full attention, nodding with a nervous smile.

"In the flesh." You smile, tilting your head slightly. She must be just a few years younger than you, maybe Len's age.

"Oh, wow! We thought so!" She grins, nodding back to a group of other kids, all of whom are donning the same red uniform you always saw Coryo in earlier in the year. "It's so nice to meet you! Oh my gosh, you're so pretty in person." She gushes. "Not that you weren't on screen, but just- wow, I mean, sorry. I'm just nervous."

"Oh, please, don't be." You smile at her, trying to be reassuring as you press a hand to your chest. "I get nervous meeting people all the time. What's your name, hun?"

"Lexus." She answers with an excited smile and flushed cheeks.

"Lexus! What a beautiful name." You say, partially to fill the silence. "It reminds me of my little brother, his name is Lennox. He's about your age, too."

"That's really cool!" She smiles. "How old are you? I mean, obviously under eighteen, but I'm just wondering because I have an older brother so it would be funny if I was the same age as your brother and my brother was the same age as you. If that makes sense, gosh, sorry- I'm rambling..."

"No, no, you're alright!" You laugh slightly, honestly relieved that she was able to do most of the talking. "And I am eighteen. My birthday was during the games, actually."

Her eyes widen. "Really? That's so lucky! That must have felt so special. What a gift!"

A gift?

You almost choke on the air, patting your hand on your chest as you swallow it down. "Well," You clear your throat, looking over to your boyfriend while he's collecting change from the girl working at the counter. "Only because Coriolanus brought me an amazing gift."

"What did he give you?" She asks, and you still haven't torn your eyes away from him as he walks over, silently pleading for his help.

"What did who give you?" He asks, eyeing her as he walks back up to rejoin you.

"I was just telling Lexus that you gave me an amazing birthday present." You explain.

"Oh, well, no. It was very lame, I'm afraid." He shrugs modestly.

"No, it wasn't!" You laugh, swatting his arm before looking over at her again. "He gave me my favourite book, and his cousin even made me a cake. We had a little celebration just before the games, didn't we?"

"Kind of." He chuckles.

"No, hush. It was perfect, I couldn't have asked for anything better."

"I could think of a few better ways to spend your birthday-"

"You guys are really cute." Lexus cuts in before he can finish, and your cheeks flush pink as your attention is drawn back to her. You don't notice how his face pales.

"Oh, no." You laugh. "He's just a little stubborn sometimes, I think my birthday was perfect, and my opinion on it is the only one that matters, no?" You look up at him, raising an eyebrow.

Coryo collects himself quickly, raising his hands defensively with a smile. "Of course, you're right."

"I know I am." You smile, lifting your nose in pride.

He turns as his name is called, seeing the same girl with your ice cream cones waiting. "Did- did you want a picture or something?" He asks Lexus and she nods, cheeks red.

"If that would be okay, Y/N." She looks to you.

"Oh, of course it is!" You smile, following her back over to the table. Her friends were watching silently the entire time, eyes wide in awe. "Hi..." You say, suddenly nervous as none of them greet you. Lexus must have been the chosen one for being able to speak to you, and she was sent over because the others were too shy.

"Here," Lexus says quickly, moving her bag from the seat at the table and fishing a camera out of it. "Take a seat, I'll sit over here." She slides into her friend's lap across from you, making them all laugh as she holds the camera out to Coryo. "Would you mind?" She asks him.

"Not at all." He says, taking it carefully and turning it over in his hands to find the right button.

"It's that button on the top." She points vaguely and he nods, getting the gist of it quickly. "It comes in handy to be in photography right now, apparently."

You laugh slightly and lean over the table slightly, tilting your head as you smile.

"Ready?" Coryo asks and you nod, hearing mumbles of agreement as you raise your hand from where it rests against the table, holding your pinky under your thumb and raising three fingers.

The flash almost blinds you, but you try not to blink.

"Lovely." Coryo says as he passes the camera back to Lexus and she stands up to take it.

"What does this mean?" Her friend asks, mimicking the salute you did for the photo.

"Oh, we do it back home." You explain. "It means peace and unity, or something along those lines depending on context." Getting up from the seat, you shrug a bit. "Force of habit, I suppose."

"Oh, cool! I didn't know that." She replies and you just nod, eyes following Coryo as he quickly rushes over to grab your ice cream. "Well, I should probably go before that melts, but it was so nice to meet you!"

"Yes, of course, thank you!" Lexus grins. "Maybe we'll see you around!"

"I hope so!" You smile. "Adieu, adieu, adieu! Remember me." You wave, turning to go after your boyfriend.

"What's that from?" He asks when you reach his side, knowing your shift in tone.

"Hamlet." You answer as he holds the ice cream cone out for you and you take it happily.

"Ah." He chuckles, giving the kids a nod as he follows you to the door.

"She said I am so lucky that my birthday was during the games." You say as the door shuts behind you, and you resist the urge to look back in through the window.

"Oh, wow." Coryo laughs, shaking his head. "Yeah, I mean, kids around here don't get it. I don't think they understand what's really happening."

"Clearly not." You focus on licking up the drips that have begun to stray down the side of the cone. "This is really good!" You say excitedly, back to your normal self as you look up to him walking next to you down the sidewalk.

"Yeah?" He smiles.

"Yes." You hum, taking the first real lick off the top. "What did you get?"

"Vanilla." He chuckles, already knowing how you will react.

"Vanilla? Oh, Coryo, you need to expand your horizons a bit." You tsk, teasingly shaking your head at him.

"Hey, it's not my fault it's good."

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urfavslytherclawgirl · 7 months

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Unusual Visit

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 900+

Warning: Swearing, only one POV, bruises, blood, needle (closing a deep cut).

Summary: Bruce breaks into your house wanting you to heal his bruises and because he wants cuddles.

You woke up with a weird noise coming from your living room and glass breaking, you got up and got a baseball hidden in your closet, mostly because Gotham isn't the safest city of all and because your boyfriend, Bruce, suggested you did it in case someone tried to break into your house.

"I have a bat and some internal rage I can use!" You announced slowly walking into your living room with your bat raised into the air.

"Calm down--shit--it's just me." A shaky but familiar voice said near a shadow, the further you walked the more you noticed Bruce wearing his suit and using the wall as support.

"Bruce! What happened to you?" You asked throwing the bat on the couch and walking towards your boyfriend, Bruce was hurt with blood going down his face under the mask and his suit almost ripped in a few spots.

"You should've seen the other guy." He laughed as you helped him lay down on the couch and take his suit off so you could see what was bruised, the longer you saw the more you got worried. He had a nearly broken rib, two purple bruises on his chest, and a deep cut on his stomach, his arm had a few purple spots and his nose was bleeding.

"I'll go get my first-aid kit." You announced walking away quickly and going into your bathroom, after getting it you kneeled down on the floor next to the couch Bruce layed on and opened the kit.

"I have a needle to close the cut and arnica ointment for the purple bruises, which one do you want first?" You asked as Bruce looked at the needle then at you.

"Do you know how to use that thing?" Bruce asked in true concern as you rolled your eyes, getting up and walking towards your kitchen to get a bottle of whiskey.

"Drink it, it's good for pain. And yes, I do know how to use it, Bruce." You answered handing him the bottle and getting the needle and nylon thread.

"I'll start in 3, 2--" you said before starting to close the wound on his stomach, Bruce whispered swears as you were to focused on the deep cut to care.

"Fuck, you forgot the 1." He pointed out making a face of discomfort looking at the cut.

"I know, it's a tactic I learned it with my doctor when I was a child. Every time I'd get a shot she'd do this, it helped a lot." He nodded and closed his eyes.

"All done." You said, making a knot with thread and cutting it with a pair of little scissors that came with the kit. You got up and went to your kitchen to get a pack of ice and a wet cloth.

You kneeled again and started to clean his mouth and nose full of blood then lightly pressed the ice pack on his nose. You got the palm of his hand and pressed it on the ice pack, meaning you wanted him to hold it so you could apply ointment on his other bruises.

After putting back the first-aid kid where it belonged you helped Bruce walk towards your bedroom and lay down on your bed.

"Get some rest, Bruce." You said sitting on the edge of the bed, he put his hand on your cheek, moving his thimb left and right.

"Stay with me, please." You nodded and got up from the edge of the bed walking towards the other side, you lay down next to him and pressed your chest on his back, wrapping your arms on his chest under his arm.

"Take more care of yourself, Bruce. I need you alive for us to be together." You whispered, making Bruce laugh then hiss in pain, you smiled and kissed his back, his scars.

#batman #bruce wayne #bruce wayne imagines #bruce wayne x fem!reader #bruce wayne x reader #batman x fem!reader #batman x reader #dc universe #dcu

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 10 months

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Azriel being jeolous of His mate’s Fictional boyfriend 😅❤️

Bookish crush

You both are readers. I think that would be something you two would probably bond over. Something that might bring you closer. Get you talking. So the library or a hidden-away corner would be a place you two lingered a lot.

And most evenings it was you pressed against Azriel's chest. Each holding a book. It's such quality time. And knowing that you feel so comfortable in someone's presence that you don't even have to talk is priceless. Although, one of Azriel's hands would be moving through your hair, fingers twisting the ends of it.

Side note, why do I think that if you're super tired Azriel would get his shadows to hold the book for you? Like you could be tucked in a blanket, all snuggled up, maybe even against Azriel's side and the dark mist is just flipping through pages for you.

And Azriel knows about the smutty books that Nesta was giving out to every breathing female around her because Cassian is complaining on the daily how some imaginary dick is making his mate more blushy than he had ever seen. Just Azriel had never seen any of the similar covers among your book piles. Until the "infection" spreads.

It started rather innocently - Azriel walked in on you blushing. Cheeks so bright with crimson they almost looked on fire. He asked you if something happened but you kind of brushed him off, saying something about a cute date and how you suddenly had the urge to kick your feet up and down. Azriel had raised a brow at that but chose not to comment. But his observations stayed sharp.

Azriel is so aware of how your eyes grow big at times, how you just throw your head back, how you silently shout at the pages. He had heard you from another room once. A light screech that was followed by a handful of words that didn't make sense.

"That's it. What's this book about?", Azriel had broken the silence after watching you nearly combusting internally for about twenty minutes. His book now long forgotten. You didn't answer at first and that made Azriel frown slightly, "Y/N!", your eyes shot up as you muttered a quick, "Huh?"

"What are you reading about?", Azriel repeated his question, your eyes fell onto the pages, "Oh, just a love story", you breathed out almost a sigh, "enemies to lovers actually, and he's a grump". Azriel raised an eyebrow at you, "So why are you doing all of this?". Now it was your turn to crock your head to the side, "What this?"

Azriel said nothing at first. Just watching you. He wondered if he should mention it at all. Maybe you were just a reader who had a lot of expressions. "Well, why are you throwing your head up? Getting all giddy? Looking at that book like...", and Azriel stops because your cheeks are as crimson now as before. He moves forward, "Let me see,", "NO!", you nearly scream, making him stop. "Why not, come on...", Azriel tries to reach for the hardcover again but you press it closer to your chest.

"Just there's a male and he's... like very adorable", you blur out, "He's just uhh...", Azriel's big eyes watched you, "He's uhh... uhh? What does uhh mean?". You looked at Azriel for a moment, debating what to tell him. It was one thing talking about silly book crushes to the girls, completely different admitting it to someone you fancied in real life.

"Well... There's a male here", you tapped the cover of the book you were reading, "Tall, handsome, dark feathers. A true romantic. You could say a man written by a woman", your words sounded so true and honest that Azriel couldn't help but tighten his jaw. "And you're blushing because?", he asked casually. "Well... I fancy him like well no... not him... well the idea of that", you said messily and now Azriel was frowning. Did you fancy some bloke in a book? What did he have that Azriel didn't?

"Right... let me read it", Azriel reached for the book again. "No, Az, it is silly", you shook your head. "Well, no it is not. Because you fancy him and I've here been trying to smitten you for months but it doesn't seem to work so give me the book", Azriel blurred out and it felt as if he didn't mean to say most of it allowed. "You don't need to compete with him and for the record, I do like you", you mumbled, dropping the book to the side as you inched closer to the spymaster. His hands pulled you closer, "Still don't like that there is any version of a male that gets you all blushy", Azriel grumbled and you let out a chuckle, "Should I make you a list of things I like about him?", you teased and Azriel rolled his eyes. Yet his shadows were already tucking the book deep within their black swirl for an in-depth investigation later on.

#azriel x reader #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x you #azriel imagine #acotar x you #acotar x reader #acotar imagine

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priniya · 2 years

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MYSTERY OF LOVE !

kenma kozume’s girlfriend casually walks in on his stream and spends some time with him.

notes: kenma kozume x reader. established relationship, streamer!kenma and reader, kind of tenz and kydae relationship (cus im a simp for them).

taglist (click here to be added!)

“hey, sorry if ‘m interrupting, but you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. want me to make something particular for you or my mom’s lasagne will be okay?” you entered your boyfriend’s office, leaning on the doorway with a worried expression on your face. his eyes shot to you almost immediately, and you could watch his face lightening up upon seeing your silhouette.

“fuck me, it’s been a whole day already?” he asked, tilting his head back by pulling his (a little too long) hair. “whatever you’ll bring me i’d eat with pleasure, love.” a shadow of smile spread over his face as you nodded. “thanks, love you.”

it also turned out that he didn’t mute his stream, and everyone heard his show of affection to you. the whole chat spammed with hearts and awws as you were a common guest on his streams since you were a streamer yourself.

after a few minutes of playing, you walked into the room again, staying off-screen as you handed him the plate with promised lasagne. “don’t you wanna say hi?” he asked, looking at you with a small beam.

it’s been a few months since you revealed your relationship accidentally, there was a glimpse of you, giving your boyfriend a smooch on the lips during one of the irl live-stream of your close friend. the internet had already known you were friends, so announcing that you weren’t only good friends was a hot topic for you two, deciding if you should do it.

“hello chat” you spoke out softly, appearing on the stream with a smile, you could feel kenma’s arm wrap around your waist prior to pulling you to sit on his lap. “wait, have you pulled for nilou on my account already? am telling you chat, this boy is the luckiest one out there.”

“it’s obvious i’m lucky, i have you.” his arm tightened around your waist, as he rested his head on your shoulder, ready for all the edits to flood his twitter timeline. “i haven’t though, do you wanna see how she loses 50/50 with jean?” your boyfriend chuckled, switching the scene so the viewers could only see you.

“stop saying that. i’m gonna off myself if i get another constellation of her. i’m serious chat.” you stated, a serious grimace on your face as kenma logged into your account and switched back the scene when the loading screen appeared. “i’ve been playing on ken’s account lately, yknow farming artifacts for his nilou and gooood, she’s so gorgeous.” you dragged out, shifting on his lap as he opened the wishing window.

viewer kodzuken wished for nilou?? he said she’s shitty

“i didn’t say she’s shitty, i think she’s not worth wishing for.” he answered, making the first ten pull. “yet you still have her in your main party?” you frowned.

“it’s because i know you like her.” he confessed, making you melt internally. you turned your head to face your boyfriend and left a peck on his lips. “you haven’t noticed? i hate playing with the bloop bloop skin in valorant, but it’s your favorite so i always have it on.”

you were about to reply when the game shined with gold. “SHE’S COMING!” you shouted, but then, almost as if your boyfriend cursed it, you saw jean on the screen. “you’re sleeping on the couch today.”

he laughed lowly in respond as he continued to pull on the hydro character’s banner until another gold show on the screen (literally twenty pulls later). “she came home, told you, you’d get her.”

when the stream finally ended, and kenma finally took a break to eat a proper meal besides a few bars of snickers. you sat beside him at the couch, and watch him as he eat. “you should start eating during streams, baby. i’m getting worried.” you muttered, resting your head on his shoulder with a sigh. “almost a ten hours long stream and you ate three snickers and drink at least four energy drinks, ‘s not healthy at all.”

“i’m sorry, love. i’ll set myself a reminder, okay? don’t your pretty head worry.”

#haikyuu kenma #haikyuu x female reader #streamer!kenma #kenma kozume x reader #kenma x reader #kenma kozume fic #kenma one shot #haikyuu fic #haikyuu kenma fic #kenma drabble #kenma x y/n #haikyuu one shot #kenma fluff #kenma kozume #hq x reader #kenma x you #niki’s works 🫂

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crystlizabeth · 9 months

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Cowboy Casanova

Phillip Graves x Black!Shepherd!femreader

Warnings: age gap(reader is 23 Graves is 32), teasing, suggestive, cursing. Smut. Car sex bc graves and car sex itches my brain just right. Slight angst ig at the end. As always not proofread💆🏾‍♀️

Summary: going to the rodeo with your family, but your dad decides to bring some of his coworkers, little dose he know your dating the ‘Shadow’ as your dad calls him. It gonna be one hell of a night.

P.2

“Oh I forgot to tell you..” Your father spoke taking a drink from his beer. “I invited a friend, Graves.” He finished. Your eyes widen at the mention, your father had unintentionally invited your boyfriend. It wouldn’t be such a problem if one your relationship with graves was not something your father would be fond of and two he wasn’t almost 10 years older than you.

You shared a look with your older sister her already looking at you, she knew. She’s known but this she wanted to laugh at how scared you looked. “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen him, he still workin’ in the air?” Your brother asked.

You finished your beer off removing yourself from the conversation they started grabbing your sister by the hand taking her back into the beer garden with you. Finally getting away from your family you looked at your sister “Im gonna actually off myself, Nessa WHY IS THIS HAPPENING.” You groaned your hands running down your face.

She laughed no that bitch fucking howled “This is fuckin amazing. Holy shit.” She slapped her hand landing on your shoulder.

“Daddy invited, yo lil boyfriend!”

“I hate you.”

“Yeah but at least you’re finna get laid tonight.” She continued laughing.

You internally scream as you paid for your beer, the two of you returning to your family through the crowd of people. Upon returning there the cowboy stood conversatating with your parents. His eye found your after hearing your mother call your name “You remember Phillip right?” You mother asked.

You nodded “Mmhm I remember him.” Smiling at him as he returned a smile, god.. He looked good in a cowboy hat, his shirt tucked into his dark wrangler’s a silver buckle and his square toed boots.. mmm you would mind taking him here but unfortunately your parentals were present.

“Babygirl how bout you show Philip to the beer garden, we’ll meet y’all at our seats yeah?” Your father spoke handing you two tickets. You gave your father a look, “your sister can go with yall if you’re shy babygirl.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes “common cowboy.” You said turning around. Phillip gladly following behind you after being for sure out of sight Graves came up behind you his and resting his hand on your hip his thumb going through your belt loop.

“Whats wrong doll.” He teased placing a soft kiss on your neck.

“Umm just that my Father invited my boyfriend who is seriously of limits to me in his perspective.” You spoke you hand holding his wrist.

“Scared we’ll get caught pretty girl. Common, ‘otta have s’more faith in me.” He said making you both stop facing eachother his calloused hands resting above your low rises on the bare skin, his face leaning in close a greedy smirk displayed on his face.

“Maybe because my father with actually kill you and burn your body in a foreign country.” You smiled letting your hands run down his chest slowly nails dragging slightly.

“Mmm probably but lets not worry ‘bout that right now sweet girl.” He said kissing you lips softly, your hand pushed on his chest.

“We get caught its on yo ass Graves.” You spoke pushing your lips together pressing color back into your lipstick, your hand wiping the darker neutral color of his lips. He gave you a smug grin slapping your ass lightly before continuing to the bar. Fuckin tease.

You placed your self next to him leaning against the bar your arms resting against under your boobs lifting them very nicely giving Phillip and the bar tender and nice view, your cropped gray tank top sat low showing off the top your pretty light blue bra the lace sitting all pretty. Your washed out miss me’s sitting low enough on your back to show your dimple piercings, mmm and did Lip enjoy the view, was he jealous that the other boys where looking at you oh of fucking corse but at the end of the day you were his all his so let ‘em little boys look. He continued you admire you as you both worked on your drinks you wore a straw cowboy hat with a little charm on the front and your belt the buckle bring your fit together yeah you looked so damn good…

“Finish that, we gotta go out to my truck.” He spoke, taking one last swig of his bud light.

“Why?” You asked eventually finishing your beer anyway 3rd one down.

He gave you a look motioning his head to the exit.

Oh…

Oh!

“Lets go!” You grinned pulling him by his hand through the crowd. Luckily it was starting to get dark and Phillips tint would do the trick, pulling out your phone you sent a text to your sister.

‘Hey cover for me be back in like 20-30 minutes love ya!💋’

Nessa💆🏾‍♀️

‘Ight j dont be to long dont want daddy getting suspicious.’

With that you put your phone back in your bag as you two walked to his truck, it being parked somewhere in a dead end street. Opening the back door to his GMC you quickly got it him following you after, he started his truck so the ac could start cooling the inside from the Louisiana sun.

“Lets make this fast don’t want your daddy to worry bout his little girl.” He teased taking your hat of replacing it with his, his hands starting to work on his jeans as you worked on yours you fully discarding your pants.

Your lips met his, both of your lips moving in sync. Phillips hands made there way to you ass grabbing a hand full of flesh as he rocked your hips onto him. “Matching set.?” Lip spoke in between kisses.

You smiled agains his lips “I thought it was cute..” you stated knowing damn well this was one of the sets he had bought you it being a favorite. You felt his hand go to move your panties to the side and he freed himself from his briefs.

You lifted yourself up letting him line himself up to you. Your hands griping his shoulders as you sunk down on to him letting out a soft moan, the movement of your hips causing his head to fall back against the window.

“God you feel so good sweetheart, made just for me huh?” He groaned, a small whimper escaping his mouth when you fasted your pace.

His hands moving your hips as well, your body falling closely to him placing soft kisses on his neck your lipstick leaving stains as well as soft red marks from sucking on him. The truck moving slightly at the fast movement, Phillip fucking himself into you. His arms hugged your waist as he kept his pace up as you fucked him back your cunt dripping of arousal the mix of fluids making a white ring around the base of his cock.

“Fuck Lip..” you moaned, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

“Common sweetheart hold on a lil bit longer for me I’m s’ close.” He slurred, feeling your walls tighten around him.

“Please.. please let me cum.” You begged her face muffled into his shoulder.

“Nah common baby let me hear you.” He spoke his hands gathering your hair pulling your head back.

“Fuck please let me cum, please daddy let me cum.” You begged, the knot in your stomach becoming unbearable.

He let out an amused chuckle his pace not slowing down. “Yeah you wanna cum?” He asked his tone faking sympathy. “ ‘mon pretty girl use that filthy mouth of yours.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, the pleasure causing your head to go fuzzy your mouth hanging open slightly as moans continue to slip from your lips. “Look at you all cock drunk.” He degraded.

“Please I- I cant hold it anymore… fuck daddy please.” You pleaded, your nail’s digging into his shoulders.

He wore an amused smirk enjoying your begging, they way you pleaded drove him crazy. Your walls pulsing he knew you couldn’t keep it together for much longer and that if he kept you her to long suspension would come upon your father.

He groaned his balls starting to tighten “mm cum for me sweetheart, fuckin cum f’ me.” He grip releasing your braids wrapping his arms hugging your waist once again his face buried in your breast as he came undone.

Phillip whimpering as he filled you up stuffing you full. After catching both of yours breath you began to redress yourself, Graves grabbing a napkin from his glove box cleaning up his mess that was currently dripping down your thighs into his leather seat, Also wiping the spot on his covers thigh.

“Made a mess did we.” You laughed noticing the stain on his leg.

“You made a mess.” He corrected.

“Could have been worse.” You winked, he knew what you meant and he nodded.

You both exited the vehicle a group of four walking by they looked away from the two of you minding there business. Cute.

Helping you out he took his hat back giving your back to you, placing the hat on your head he gave you a deep kiss. “Your lipstick is smudged doll.” He smirked.

Fuck, you let your hands whipe around your mouth. Phillip watching you he couldn’t help but smile, little did he know he had a few hickeys light but they were there. You both continued on to the gate getting a drink then heading in to the rodeo, your mother of course had to ask questions.

“Where has y’all be, it been like 30 minutes?” She questioned your father looking up taking a sip of his drink.

“I had to use the bathroom and feed him so fried Oreos because he’s never had ‘em.” You spoke innocently the lie rolling off your tongue so easily.

She shook her head letting y’all sit down you in between your father and boyfriend. Your father giving the two of you a look that caused your stomach to drop, but Phillip ignored it tried to anyway. You glance over at him noticing a light lipstick stain, your lipstick stain it wasn’t very visible but it was still there if your wore a lighter shade maybe could have gotten away with it but as of now he knew he had to.

“Graves come get a drink with me.” Your father spoke, Tapping your leg to let him through.

Oh shit, shit shit shit!

Lip nodded standing up going down the bleachers with your father. You looked over at your sister who was next to your mother, Nessa giving you a panicked look.

Phillip stood in line with your father the silence thick. The noise of the fair and rodeo seemed so dreadfully loud. Phillip soon opened his mouth to say something but was cut off “how long have you been sleeping with my daughter.” Shepherd spoke dangerously calm.

“Im sorry?” Graves asked, his heart dropped into his stomach.

Shepherd turned his head looking him dead in the eye “How. Long. Have you been sleeping. With my daughter.”

Phillip wasn’t one to show weakness nore fear but right now he was fucking scared, he made a reckless misstep because he couldn’t keep it in his pants for a few more hours. “Sir, I.. shit.” He took a breath his voice slightly shaky.

“For about 9 or so months now.” He spoke, you two have known each other longer but have been together since late February.

Shepherds head turned back looking in front of him ordering his beer. The two men stepped out of line Phillip trying to explain the situation but he wasn’t having it.

“You realize my daughter is almost 10 fucking years younger than you. And I told you Graves, you and your boys being around my family you were forbidden to involve your self with any on my daughters, Natalie, Vanessa, (name). Yet here I’m finding myself having this conversation with you because your sleeping with my youngest.” Shepherd spoke his voice still calm not wanting to cause a scene, but Shepherd was livid.

Graves had just dug his own grave, they had been caught. “Sir Im aware how old she is and I know I wasn’t supposed to get involved with your daughters life it just happened… we-” Phillip spoke getting caught off.

“I don’t want to hear excuses Phillip, let me make this clear. You can stay the rest of the night because I invited you but when you take my daughter to her apartment tonight because she’ll use her sister to cover for her. I want you to cut contact with her or I will release you if your duties.” Shepherd said his face close to Phillips.

“Do I make myself clear boy.”

“Yes sir.”

“Good.”

With that the two men returned on there way back. Phillip couldn’t believe how easily he gave into your father, how easily he just had to leave you. He couldn’t do that to you nor himself, but his career, was at risk something he’s worked hard for something her loved yet cherished you. He loved you, so fucking much. Walking back up he saw the worried expression your wore through a small smile, he gave you a reassuring smile nodding at you as he sat down.

Your head turned looking at him, but you couldn’t read him, nothing.

The night went by slower than you would have liked, the rodeo ended at about 11 your family and Phillip now on the way out and you had done exactly what your dad had known. You had used your sister as cover walking the opposite direction with her and Lip Nessa soon seeing her way out.

Getting in the truck you finally spoke “What did my father say?” She asked, he brows frowned.

He didn’t say anything he only began to start driving, his blue eyes focused on the road.

“Phillip what did you and my dad talk about..” now you were scared.

“Baby…”

“Lets talk when he get you back to your place..” he spoke his hand laying on your thigh rubbing it softly.

So you guys did getting into your apartment you took your boots off placing you hat and bag down, Phillip followed in behind you but didn’t remove his shoes he wasn’t wearing his hat anymore. You walked up to him going to him your hands going to touch his face, but he stoped you his hands grabbing your wrist.

“We cant do this anymore..” he whispered.

What? No what the fuck.

“What do you mean..” you couldn’t feel the lump in your throat form you knew what he ment.

“Doll don’t look at me like that… please don’t look at me that way…” his voice soft, his blue eyes focused on you.

“No, no fucking tell me. You cant just.” You spoke, you voice breaking.

“What did he tell you, what did he make you think.” You asked your hands now in fist.

“(Name) dont make this harder than it had to be. He knows…”

“No shit he know you’re standing here breaking up with me!” You shouted pulling you hands from his grip pushing him back a little.

“What the fuck Phillip! are- are you kidding me…” you cried out.

“Why..” you asked letting out a frustrated cry.

“Im 32 sweetheart, your only 23 you have so much to live for. Im… im only gonna hold you back..” he spoke, that lie made him sick, you were living he would never do anything to hold you back. Yet that that excuse he chose to you and you called bullshit.

“Did he threaten releasing you from your position?”

He looked down at her “No.. no”

“Stop lying dont fucking protect him, tell me.” You spoke sternly few tears falling down your face.

Graves looked at you, he hated how you were about the only person that could see through his lies. “He did..”

And you knew how much that job meant to him, how hard he worked for the shadow company how many years he put into the military and now you stood in the way of that. You couldn’t blame him, but it hurt, hurt even more when you weren’t gonna let your father take that away from him. Phillip took a step towards you he wanted to explain you knew the love that he carried for you, but you weren’t gonna make him chose because he was considering it.

“Don’t let me come in between that, I sorry Lip I- I didn’t know he would do that. That he was going to threaten you position.” His heart broke hearing your words.

“Please don’t apologize, never apologize.. I love you so much I hope you know that. I don’t want to lose you.” He spoke taking your face in his hands making you look at him, tears stained your features.

“Phillip, your worked so hard for all of that, don’t chose me over 10 years of hard work. I cant make you do that. I openly went against my fathers wishes and his we were reckless and now you have to go back to work don’t let me drag you down.” Her hands held into his forearm your heads weight falling into his hands.

No, you couldn’t. You could never hold him down, he wanted you and would give up his line of work to be with you. But you wouldn’t let him.

“Doll, don’t say that you could never hold me back.” He spoke his eyes starting to gloss over.

Dont cry, not in-front if her not now.

“You gotta go Lip… you- god, you have to let me go as I do too” you sobbed quietly.

He pulled you in close wrapping his arms tightly around you, “please don’t give up on me.” He whispered his head laying onto of yours, your soft cries muffled into his shirt. He could feel the wet spot build up on his shirt.

“Go Phillip.” You said making yourself push against him, “Fucking go! Please!” You pushed him back.

“I love you (name)..” he spoke softly.

Your bottom lip trembled “I love you too..”

It felt as if someone had just stabbed him over and over and fucking over just left to bleed out.

Maybe this was it.

Okayy I felt dramatic so here’s some angst maybe a part 2 im not sure though we’ll see!

#x black reader #graves call of duty #phillip graves #phillip graves cod #phillip graves x you #graves cod #graves x reader #cod graves #graves mw2 #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves x black!reader #graves x you #graves x black!reader #philip graves #cod philip graves #shepherd mw2 #General Shepard

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moeyynorris · 9 months

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Let’s Talk About Chemistry

Let’s Make Trouble in the Dream World - Part 1

Max Verstappen x F!Reader (for now)

Warnings: Some angst (mostly internal), uncertainty in a relationship.

PRELUDE

Moeyy’s Master List

Qualifying was always a big day. The tension was like sludge in the air compared to Practice Friday. Teams hummed in their paddocks, and drivers hovered over the cars as they took in any minor changes made. And, the loved ones of the drivers lingered around, mostly in the shadows.

However, you were not someone who could remain in the shadows. No, the press scrambled to get a glimpse of you doing, well, anything. As someone who had been made famous from social media, it almost felt like the press was scouting you out more than the drivers themselves. That’s why you had been hunting for a quieter place to be for the last hour.

“Y/N,” a familiar voice called from inside the paddock. You slowed your scurried walk to look for the source. The moment your eyes caught the name at the top of the garage, you smiled.

“Charles?” You answered, just as you were greeted by a sweet smile. “How are you?”

Charles offered a hug, which lasted a little longer than you had expected, but it had been a while since you had seen him. Actually, this was only the second race this season that you had gotten the chance to speak to him. And, since it was the middle of the season, it felt like it had been an eternity.

Charles gestured for you to follow him into the garage. You did happily, knowing the press wouldn’t have much to report on in the Ferrari side. Unfortunately, most of the press attention was on Red Bull, and the quickly rising McLarens as of late. At least it was a safe spot for you to lay low before the beginning on qualifying.

“How’s the car?” You asked casually, coming to a stop at Charles’ side. He shrugged, then quickly snapped his gaze to you with a smirk.

“Are you trying to gather information for your love’s team now?” He played with a chuckle. But, you didn’t laugh, which caught him off guard. “I’m joking, Y/N. I know you wouldn’t—“

“No, it’s okay. You said nothing wrong. It’s—never mind.” You returned his smile. “Anything we should be looking out for? I mean, it would be nice to see you on that podium more often. Last weekend was a treat.” Charles nodded in agreement.

“Well, there are some small changes that I hope will give us some advantage. But, I’m just hoping your lover boy lets us all have a chance.” Your stomach churned at his nickname for Max. You didn’t even know what the plan was this weekend for Max. Over the last few months, it was like you weren’t even there. Until now, you blamed nerves of Max’s silence. But, here was Charles, who wasn’t even close to Max’s points in the championship, making time to show you his car. Charles was just a friend, and not one you knew all that well honestly. Max was your… boyfriend. No, it wasn’t the pressure at all.

“Who knows what his plan is this time,” you whispered a little louder than you meant to. Charles stared for a moment, then nodded, as if he could hear every thought. The two of you stood there in silence for a few seconds, before another red-clad driver caught your gaze.

“Bellina!” Carlos charmed as he jogged to you. “Y/N, how are you?” You hugged him, then shrugged.

“Better now that Charles saved me from the press spotlight. They are like a swarm of hornets over the Red Bull garages.”

Carlos rolled his eyes. “Well, the better looking drivers are over here anyway.” He winked, then glanced at Charles. You peered over to the slightly rosy-cheeked Monegasque driver and smiled. “Anyway, I got tickets to your show tonight!” Carlos beamed. You snapped back to him.

“You… got tickets? Carlos, you don’t have to buy tickets. You can just tell me and I will let you through.” You nudged his arm and smiled.

“It was my idea,” Charles chimed from your side. You turned to him, confused.

Charles had never been to one of your shows. Actually, the last time you saw him, he had asked you what kind of music you made. When you said rock, he almost seemed repulsed, and that was the end of it. Now, he was buying tickets? Your stomach flipped…

Which was weird. Why were you so suddenly reactive to Charles?

You struggled to gather your thoughts. “Uh, so you like rock music, Charles?” Charles pursed his lips, then nodded slightly.

“I like most music. I have to say, I haven’t listened to much rock, but since I have a connection to the artist, I should have a listen. You know, to show support.” He offered a smile as a mechanic wizzed past him.

You took a step back realizing the number of people quickly filling the garage around you. Mechanics rushed around the car, and engineers murmured amongst themselves as they gathered around the car.

You peered down at your watch. Q1 started in less than an hour, and you didn’t want to hold up the two drivers any longer than you already had.

“Best of luck, gentleman. I’ll see you after the session. If not, then I will definitely see you tonight. Just let them know you’re with me, and they will let you through if you want to say hi after. I mean, they should know who you are anyway.” You grinned, then leaned in for a hug from Carlos. He squeezed you, as he always did, and nodded goodbye. Then, you turned to Charles.

Charles was more of a quiet, gentle soul compared to his teammate, at least on the outside. But, the last few times you had chatted with Leclerc, you had noticed a mischievous side. He offered subtle hints to his prankster side, and even let slip a few lines from his dirty sense of humor. A part of you hoped to see that side of him more.

You leaned in to wish your friend luck, wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders. His right arm braced your lower back a little stronger than you expected, pulling you against him. Your grip instantly tightened around his neck as his other hand gently cradled the back of your head.

Your heart started to race as you accepted the oddly positive emotions flooding you. You felt safe, warm, happy. It had been quite a while since a hug made you feel like that.

Your eyes fluttered open as Charles slowly released you. You stared up at him for another moment, then flash.

#charles leclerc #formula 1 #max verstappen #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen angst #charles leclerc x reader #carlos sainz #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine

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adaptacy · 8 months

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omg HELLO i have a complicated request of some sort 😭 i’d love to see some more of sympathetic johnny so — what if the reader has a really shitty boyfriend who was with them among their friend group on the sawyers’ property & johnny notices the boyfriend basically being a total asshole to the reader, to the point of sacrificing them for his own survival, thus, he ends up killing the shitty bf and helping the reader escape while also offering them some comfort?? i hope this made sense LOL

Howdy Anon! This is a super cute idea!! and yes, dw, you made sense <3

As if things weren't already bad enough, as if you didn't already have enough problems on your plate, and far too many people trying to kill you, he just had to be an asshole. He always found a way to make things worse. It was astonishing, really.

"Can you- Can you just move? Like, can you back up?" He snapped, and you flinched, giving nothing but a nod as you took a step backwards. You were terrified, and completely lost; he'd told you to follow him, and you didn't want to risk losing sight of him. "Jesus, I should've never gone with you."

Maybe he was just stressed. You took in a quiet breath, trying to reassure yourself. There were footsteps up ahead, and he froze, leaning forward as he inspected the shadows. A large man emerged, and you gasped, looking to your boyfriend for assurance.

"Shit, go, go," he ushered, shoving past you as he moved back in the direction you'd been coming from. You stumbled, but eventually trailed after him.

"Can you please slow down? I can't see anything down here," you whispered, trying to keep up with his jog, but it was hard to balance that and glancing at the ground in case of obstacles.

"Hurry up," he snapped, and you frowned. Maybe he had a point. You were running from a psycho killer, after all.

It wasn't long before his advice screwed you over, and you yelped as your shoe got stuck on the corner of a sickening bone pile, the shards digging into the fabric and causing you to fall to your knees. "Ow- Wait up!" You begged, trying to tug your shoe free.

You could see the man approaching down the dirt corridor, and you whimpered. It was impossible to see anything down here, and while you definitely could feel that your shoe was stuck, you couldn't figure out how. Your boyfriend looked behind himself, and took two steps in your direction before he saw the attacker. "Oh, hell no," he scoffed, shaking his head. "You keep him busy. I'm getting the hell outta this shithole," he scowled, and you froze, completely taken aback that he'd just leave you.

But, he turned tail and ran, and you found yourself on the edge of tears as you fought with the bone pile. As the man approached, he seemed to grow in size, becoming some twisted beast with your blood on his mind, ready to tear into you, ready to completely rip out your internal-

"Did he just... leave you?" He asked, coming into the light as he looked down at you, and then at where your boyfriend was last seen. He was still terrifying, and he loomed over you, but he looked more confused than dangerous.

"What?"

"That- he was your boyfriend, wasn't he? The hell happened to chivalry?" He grumbled, crouching down beside you and motioning with his knife to where your shoe was stuck.

"Aren't you... uhm.." You stammered, shaking your head. "Like, supposed to be killing me?"

"Eh," he grunted, giving a small shrug. "Ain't as much fun without the chase. Your boyfriend, though... Well, he's a runner, ain't he? Might put up a good fight..."

"What? You- you can't kill him!"

"Darlin', I ain't sure if you noticed, but he left you in the dust. While a killer was chasin' ya. That ain't anythin' to repay with mercy. How 'bout I get you outta that trap, go find that asshole, and let you gather yourself. We can play later," he chuckled, reaching down towards your ankle. You flinched as he lifted his knife, but all he did was cut your shoelace free from where it was tangled.

"I.. Thank you?" You mumbled, scooting away. He stood, shrugging again.

"Don't mention it. Go on and run, sweetpea, I can't promise my family'll be so understandin'." You watched as he headed in the direction of your boyfriend, though he paused, looking over his shoulder at you. "Say... Your heart's still beatin' by the time I get done, I may be able to keep it that way. Hold out for me, darlin', yeah?"

"Uhm.. Okay, I can try. Sure."

"Great. Best'a luck." With that, he turned back around and walked off.

What a weird interaction. Hey, at least you were still alive.

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cameronspecial · 7 months

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Before The Last Petal Falls (Part 2)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: It's always a funny thing to be invited to your ex-boyfriend's engagement party. It's an even funnier thing when it seems all his family members have something to say to you.

Masterlist

“How about Lace Place?” Lacey asks, flashing her hands in an ark to imitate the arch of the sign she is imagining. Y/N gives her a funny look at the words, “Babe, that sounds like you sell drugs. If you name your restaurant that, you’ll be attracting the wrong type of clientele. Although, if a stoner accidentally walks in, maybe you’ll get some business from the munchies.” Lacey cringes at the realization and nods. “Hey, you think I could sell some cookies at your bookstore? Maybe, it can help drum up some business,” Lacey suggests.

“I don’t see why it would be an issue. Let me just read up on the regulations on it just in case we need a special license or something, but it’s such a cute idea. I can get one of those rollie carts and call it the Cookie Cart. Ooh, maybe I can give a free bookmark with each purchase of a cookie.”

“That’s a great idea. Then I could offer the same thing when someone buys a certain thing at the restaurant. Like, get a ten percent coupon for the bookstore. How do you feel about being a dinner special?”

“Ahh, I love this idea. We are just two business girlies supporting each other. Soon, well, be girl bosses dominating the world.”

“Uhh, excuse me. Last time I checked, you were already a girl boss, who dominates the world. I mean In The Shadows has been in The New York Times Best Sellers for fifty-two weeks, now. You went on an international book tour for your debut book and you are writing the much-anticipated sequel as we speak. You made it, girl.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t discount your achievements though. You literally worked at a Michelin-star restaurant and graduated top of your class at Le Cordon Bleu in Paris. Now, you are opening your own restaurant at twenty-three.”

The girls laugh at the little spiel they went on about being proud of their achievement and return to the paperwork they were going through for each of their respective businesses. In the five years since graduating high school, Y/N graduated from Oxford at twenty-one, but not before signing a deal with a major publisher for her book. A year later, her book is on the best sellers list and she is whisked away all over the world to promote it. She does recognize that her success may in part have to do with her mother and considered writing under a pseudonym, but decides against it when she realizes it wouldn’t really do anything. Using a fake name would mean she wouldn’t be able to make an in-person appearance out of concern for being recognized. It’s not exactly like her face has been hidden from her mother’s social media page. She really wants to have those moments to connect physically with her fans.

On the other hand, Lacey had gone to culinary school at Le Cordon Bleu, and then quickly got a job at the Michelin-star restaurant. She decided to quit her job there so that she could open up her own restaurant.

——

Y/N has no clue where she is going. Mason had just told her to get dressed nicely and to get in the car. She couldn’t get a question out, so she followed his instructions and got changed. She put on tan-coloured pants and a light pink balloon-sleeved satin blouse. She wore a black belt with a gold buckle and golden jewellery to pull the outfit together. Y/N sulked as she walked to Mason’s car. Her pestering as to where they were going went unanswered. When she sees where he stops the car, she wants to literally jump out of the car and run home. “Why did you bring me here, Mace?”

“It’s their engagement party today. I wasn’t planning on bringing you, but Blythe called and she literally begged me to bring you today. She knows how much you meant to Rafe and wants to get to know you more. She hopes, maybe even, that you guys can make up.”

Y/N gives Mason a questioning look, “She wants her fiancé to get along again with his ex-girlfriend?” Mason nods and gently moves to bring his sister inside. “Blythe is a sweet girl and she really loves Rafe. She feels secu-.” Realizing that what he was about to say may have made his sister feel bad, he quickly switches to a different path. “Blythe is really friendly. She makes it her mission to help mend broken relationships. Rafe told me that she got two girls who were best friends when they were younger to make up after they got into a two-year fight over a boy. Can you just go in? You don’t have to talk to anyone and I literally brought you a book.” Y/N isn’t too excited about going to her ex-boyfriend’s engagement party, but she does as her brother asks.

The twins enter Tannyhill together and are immediately given each a hug from the excited bride-to-be. “Ahh, and in comes the best man. You are only a tiny bit late, Mace. Y/N, I’m so glad you decided to come. I just know you and Rafe will make up in a jiffy.” Y/N gives an awkward smile, “Yeah, I totally chose to be here voluntarily.” Mason discretely elbows his sister in the stomach with a smile on his face. Play nice, the action signified. Blythe doesn’t seem to sense the sarcasm in Y/N’s words and turns towards Mason. “We are going to take the wedding party pictures now. Come on,” Blythe orders, taking Mason’s hand and dragging him away. “Rafe, say hello to Y/N.”

Y/N hadn’t noticed that Rafe had been standing at the main entrance too. Blythe has a way of holding everyone’s attention in a room. He had been standing there quietly observing the greetings. He quickly murmurs a hello then goes off after Blythe before Y/N can return it. She isn’t sure what to do and seeing as the only people she knows at the party are groomsmen, she goes upstairs to read on the balcony. She knows she probably shouldn’t be up there, but the balcony was guest free and she really didn’t want to explain who she was to anyone else.

The broken silence from the front yard causes her to look up from the book. She silently watches as it appears the party is being moved outside. Rafe’s arm is wrapped around Blythe’s waist as she makes a speech thanking everyone for being there. Once she is done talking, Rafe follows her around whilst she talks from guest to guest. Rafe and the older lady listen to something Blythe says and they both laugh their heads off. This is why Y/N had to break up with Rafe. She could never be the social butterfly that matched his need to be around people. She could never fake pleasant conversations with people she doesn’t know. She would never want any of the traditional things associated with a wedding. And Rafe deserves all of that. Watching Blythe be all of those things for him cements the idea into Y/N’s mind that she did the right thing for him. He was able to move on and thrive with someone much more like him. With someone who didn’t hold him back.

“Why does it not surprise me that you are up here?” A voice breaks the silence. Y/N turns to see a much older Wheezie at the door of the balcony. “OMG, Wheez. Look how big you’ve gotten. You are such a dignified young woman. Are you driving yet?” Wheezie moves herself to go sit beside Y/N, “Thank you, but I only seem to have gotten bigger because you haven’t seen me in five years. And I am driving. Rafe and Sarah are too scared to be in a car with me though. Blythe lets me drive her but I think only because she wants brownie points with me.”

“It’s still nice of her though. Do you like her?”

“Yeah, but you would let me drive you because you believe in my driving. Not because you want me to like you. You bribed me with cookies for that. She does it because she wants me to like her. She’s nice, though. But you know, she doesn’t make Rafe’s eyes twinkle as much as you do.”

“Louisa, you can’t keep comparing me to her. She’s the one marrying your brother.”

“And you are the one who still has a tighter hold on his heart even if he won’t admit it. You know I’m still angry at you for breaking up with him in the first place. But I missed you too much to be mad at you right now.”

“You gotta stop saying that. And I know you are mad. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have iced you guys out like that. I’m back now though and you can tell me all about your high school experience.”

“Yeah, yeah. We can talk about that later. Right now, I want you to sign my book.”

“You read my book?”

“Of course I did. You tell the best stories. You know Damian is an interesting character.”

“He is, isn’t he? Don’t you just love a good demon love interest?”

“Yeah, that’s totally why I find him interesting…”

Y/N doesn’t comment on Wheezie’s crypticness and follows the girl to her bedroom where the book sits. She signs the book and is dragged back downstairs to the party by the younger girl. Wheezie promises to come back and darts off to who knows where. Y/N is left alone in the kitchen she once used to make dessert cookies for her first date with Rafe. She resorts back to reading her book on the kitchen island. The sound of someone entering the kitchen causes her to look up from her book. Rafe is at the entryway staring at her with a scowl. “Where did you run off to, Y/L/N?”

“I was upstairs on the balcony, reading.”

“You know, typically guests aren’t allowed upstairs during a party.”

“Wheezie didn’t seem to have a problem with it.”

“Yeah, well, she worships the ground you walk on so she isn’t exactly a non-biased host.”

They stare each other down for a few seconds in silence before Y/N decides to break it.

“You told me you wanted to get married at twenty-five.”

“And you told me that you wanted to be with me forever. I guess we are both pretty good at changing our life plan without telling the other.”

“Haha, such a good retort. You really thought that would hurt me, Rafe?” Her words are only half true. The reminder of the choice she made stings a lot if she were to be honest, but she wasn’t about to admit that. Rafe just shakes his head and pushes past her to get to the fridge. He gets a drink out of it, “Whatever, I don’t have time to deal with this.” On his way out of the kitchen, he accidentally brushes her arm with his elbow and the scent of sea breeze and pool overwhelms her. The fact that he still smells the same after all these years causes her breath to hitch and tears to start to swell in her eyes. Rafe wants to pretend like he doesn’t see it. He wants to pretend like he doesn’t care, so he does. Now, she is left alone in the kitchen, wondering where the hell Wheezie went.

Y/N goes in search of the younger girl, but it seems to be like playing a game of Where’s Waldo with the amount of other people in the house. Somehow, Y/N always seems to find herself in the same room as Rafe and it doesn’t go unnoticed by her that every time he spots her, he moves to another room. He’s avoiding her and she obviously understands why he would. Eventually, she gives up on finding Wheezie, but she soon regrets staying in the now-empty backyard. Because Ward Cameron is quick to make his presence known to the girl. “I didn’t think I’d be seeing you here.” Y/N looks at Ward with critical eyes, it’s not every day she sees the human embodiment of her insecurities in person. Her hands go to hold her locket and plays with it between her fingers.

“I’m not here out of my free will. The bride wanted me here and what the bride wants, she gets.”

“Ahh, yes. Blythe,” Ward begins, they both look at Rafe and Blythe through the window. “Isn’t she a much better fit for him? She went to UNC with him. She moved to the OBX for him. Look at everything she sacrificed for him.” Y/N watches as Blythe and Rafe interact with the guests of the party. She can’t listen to Ward’s insistent belittling of her, so she does what Rafe would argue she does best and runs away from Tannyhill. She runs as fast as she can back home without a care for her tired limbs. Once safely in the sanctuary of her room, she slams her back against her door and starts crying. She doesn’t know why she is; she’s over Rafe. She let him go, but something about Ward poking holes at all of her insecurities brought back some complicated feelings she always seems to want to repress.

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Rafe had seen Ward talking to Y/N through the glass and he watched confused as she ran off after something his father said. He had no idea what Ward said but he was sure as hell going to find out. The engagement party has finally come to an end. Rose and Blythe went out to do some wedding shopping, while Sarah and Wheezie went to go do sister things, leaving Rafe the perfect opportunity to interrogate Ward. “What did you say to my ex-girlfriend?” Ward turns toward his son in his desk chair, “Nothing she hasn’t already heard before. What does it matter? As far as I know, you didn’t want anything to do with her.” Rafe shakes his head at his dad’s callousness. “Really, Dad? Even after we’ve been broken up for five years, you still find a way to torment her,” Rafe argues.

Ward gives a questioning tilt of his head towards his father, “She broke up with you. How could you still care for you?” “She may have made the decision to break up with me and I will always be angry at her for that. But I’m not oblivious enough to think you were a harmless observer in Y/N and mine’s relationship,” Rafe begins. “I know you probably said some things to her that set our break up into motion. I want to make something clear, Dad. Even if we are broken up, I don’t want you to get your claws into Y/N’s head ever again. She doesn’t deserve it no matter how much she hurt me.” Rafe finishes his threat and gets up from the chair he sits upon. He storms out of Ward’s office without another word.

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writingforstraykids · 3 months

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Addicted to you - Chp.17

Pairing: Minchan (mention of OT8)

Word Count: 5966

Summary: Chan and Minho enjoy their newfound comfort in each other despite all the headlines their recent strolls around town made. Chan invites Minho and his parents to dinner to celebrate their "anniversary. " The boys spend their evening alone in a nearby hotel, worrying their friends about possible consequences...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, date night, minho is in love, smut, sub!chan, dom!minho, dom!chan, sub!minho, edging, choking (very briefly), begging

Chp.16 | Chp. 18

We'll be dancin' with the shadows in the night The stars are jealous knowing that you're by my side Feel the adrenaline, acceleration In the course, we'll be drivin' so rough Drive ~ Bang Chan, Lee Know

"Way to go, Changbinnie," Felix chimed in, making Minho chuckle.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Minho asked curiously.

"Stray kids members Bangchan and Lee Know are seen casually holding hands," Changbin started off reading some headlines they discovered.

"Stray kids leader Chan taking care of main dancer Minho during his break." Seungmin suddenly could be heard in the background.

"How much does Chan actually love Minho?" Jeongin giggled. "With pictures of you carrying him, Minho hyung holding your ice cream, and the two of you holding hands today."

"The hyungs of Stray Kids - our new power couple Minchan?" Jisung read out loud, and everyone started cheering.

"What's the real reason for Lee Know's break? With a picture of Chan comforting you this morning," Hyunjin added.

"Minho and Chan acting lovey-dovey in the dancer’s hometown. Basically, there’s a looot of international press going around at the moment," Felix concluded.

Chan groaned softly while Minho started laughing. "I love it," he giggled.

"You…Minho," Chan sighed, seeming a little stressed.

"To be fair, they're right, so I’m not gonna panic or feel offended," he laughed and made the younger members chuckle. "Relax, Channie. They'll forget about it as soon as Hyunjin and you release Red Lights in a few days."

"Fair point," Hyunjin laughed. "But seriously, what will you say if people ask about this?"

"If they ask about us holding hands, it's because I needed emotional support. If they ask about him carrying me, it's because my knee's fucked up. If they ask if I love him, I can answer with yes just like I'd do with every one of you. If they want to know the reason behind my break…well, that's a little complicated," Minho said.

"The break is complicated?" Felix asked, confused.

"I…Listen, I'll drive to the house with Channie tomorrow to be on set with you the day after. I'll fill you in on a recent decision I made and ask you for your opinion on something else. It's a lot easier to discuss in person," he answered and exchanged a look with Chan, who nodded agreeingly.

"Oh, you're already coming back?" Jisung asked, surprised.

"Only for a day or two," Minho clarified. "Being away from our hectic daily schedules should actually allow me to rest for once. I'll explain everything tomorrow night, I promise."

"But that decision isn't you leaving us, Minho hyung?" Jeongin asked hesitantly.

Minho's face softened at his anxious tone. "Of course not! You're my family, and that will never change," he said gently, chuckling as he heard them exhale audibly. "Alright, I'm sure you guys have better things to do than stalking us on the internet. I'll see you all tomorrow."

"Behave," Chan chuckled before they exchanged their goodbyes.

Minho smiled softly and looked down at the ring on his finger. It fit him perfectly and was subtle but also a clear statement. "I really love this," he told him, unable to hide his pure excitement.

Chan beamed at him proudly. "I planned on asking you to be my boyfriend during that dinner. I had the ring already safely stored away," he told him.

Minho's eyes lit up as he suddenly remembered something. "Wait, I have something for you too!"

Chan giggled softly as Minho took his hand and pulled him upstairs with him and to his room. His heart skipped a beat as he felt the smooth ring against his skin. He couldn't help but smile even brighter. Minho made him sit on his bed and grabbed a box from his window sill.

"It's…it's not much, Channie, and it's kinda cheesy. I prepared this for our first year together, and well, I didn't think I'd need it again so soon," he admitted and walked back over to him. "But since it's exactly a year since our first kiss today…happy first year, Channie love," he said shyly, handing him the box.

Chan took it and opened the lid, eyes widening as he saw its contents. The box was full of pictures of them together with another small box in the middle. He took the first one out, a selfie of them, and smiled softly. Turning it around, he noticed there was the date it was taken with a little explanation of what they were doing and where they were. He looked at a few others and smiled sweetly as he realized that Minho had written little messages on some of them. "That's so cute, baby," he smiled.

Minho reached for the smaller box and took out a silver bracelet. "As it seems we both thought similarly," he giggled and helped him put it on. "This is a reminder that I love you and you're never alone."

Chan smiled happily at it, loving the fact that it matched Minho's ring. "Happy first year, baby," he told him, leaning over to kiss him.

Minho kissed back, full of love, smiling against his lips. "Do you like it? If not, I can take it back and we can look for something that fits you more."

"It's perfect, Min," he promised, holding up Minho's hand with the ring. "See? They fit together perfectly."

Minho giggled softly. "They really do."

"I'd love to take your family out for dinner tonight," he told him, and Minho looked at him curiously. "We can spend some time with your parents for the day. Then, I've booked a suite for us at a hotel just a few blocks away. That way I can show you just how beautiful you are, Min," he said softly.

"Why the hotel room?" he asked, not fully picking up on it yet.

"You don't like being quiet, and I love to hear those pretty sounds you make," he told him, and Minho blushed heavily.

"I don't think I have anything nice to wear," he frowned softly.

"Your mum said she'll take care of it. I gave her my card," he told him.

"My mum knows about this?" he laughed.

"About the first year together and the dinner, yes," he laughed. "I guess they'll figure out the rest."

"Let's spark some more rumors after the morning we’ve had," he giggled, making Chan laugh.

Minho walked down the stairs, nervously fidgeting with his shirt. It was a beautiful satin blue shirt that rested perfectly on his shoulders and fell loosely around his torso. Which was nice because it didn't show off the weight he recently lost.

"I have to say, your boyfriend has good taste," Minho's mother said after seeing him.

"What?" he chuckled.

"He told me to get something blue, saying something about the color fitting you well. He was definitely right about that," she explained. "You look very handsome, Min."

"Thanks, Mum," he smiled and tried not to laugh. Of course Chan would go for blue. He gently fixed his earring and mindlessly played with the ring after fixing his hair once more. Minho didn't look like it, but he was currently wearing a butt plug to be ready for Chan as soon as they were alone. He didn't feel like waiting to be prepped when it was time. Once Chan had gone for a shower, he had used the time to prepare himself for tonight.

Not much later, his dad joined them, complimenting his mother’s dress, but Minho tuned out of the conversation. As Chan walked downstairs, wearing a beautifully fitting black shirt and matching pants that hugged him in all the right places, Minho was speechless. The bracelet shimmered around his wrist, and Minho's heart skipped a beat, knowing this beauty was his boyfriend.

Chan met his eyes, and Minho could see right then that Chan felt the same way he did looking at him. Chan's eyes grew wide, a look of fondness and need to devour him clouding his eyes, making Minho's knees grow weak. He stepped in front of him and smiled beautifully. "God, you look stunning," he told him quietly. "I don't know what’s better; the fact that this color looks amazing on you or the fact that I'll be taking it off later."

"Channie," he blushed and gently shoved his chest. "You look very handsome," he told him sincerely, lovingly brushing back a loose curl.

"Thank you, baby," he smiled sweetly and gave him a soft kiss. "You feel like taking some pictures? Some to post, some for ourselves?"

"Sure, why not?" he nodded.

Chan turned to Minho's parents. "I'd love to take a few pictures of you and your son if that’s alright," he offered. They happily agreed.

Chan positioned them in front of a neutral wall and told them to smile as they took Minho between them. He took their pictures and even got some of Minho's parents for their keeping. "Alright, baby. It’s your time to shine," he giggled, and Minho blushed softly. Nevertheless, he got into position and let Chan take a few fan-worthy pictures.

"Okay come on! Now your turn," he chuckled and switched places with him, taking his phone. Once Chan was ready, he snapped a few photos of him.

Minho's parents watched the two of them, amused, seeing them switch into their more professional mode. But what better way to celebrate the day if not having photos of themselves? Minho’s father walked over to them. "I'll take some pictures of you two together now," Minho's father told them, and Minho looked at him surprised. Minho's father hadn't been exactly against him dating guys, but he never really said anything supportive, either. Especially since both Minho’s very first boyfriend and Chan ended up hurting him. "Go on," he told him and took his phone from him, gently shoving him forward.

Chan wrapped his arm around his waist and flashed him a soft smile before looking to the front. "Fine, public pictures first," he said, and they made sure to look like the best friends they were to everyone out there. After a few pictures, Chan turned to Minho and glanced at him lovingly. Minho met his gaze and smiled softly.

"What?" he asked quietly, growing shy at his gaze.

Chan kissed him in response, and his hold around his waist tightened. Minho blushed heavily but kissed back, hoping his parents wouldn't think weird of him for it. He pulled back and searched Chan's eyes for a moment, breath stopping at the love in them. Chan smiled before turning to Minho's parents. "Shall we leave?"

"You have a moment, dad?" Minho asked gently, and his father nodded. Chan and his mother decided to walk ahead towards the door while they talked. Once he and his father were in the clear, he nervously fidgeted with his hands. "Thank you," he spoke to the older man gently, almost timidly.

"For the pictures?" he asked, confused.

"No, for…actually, yes, for the pictures. I hope it didn't make you uncomfortable when he kissed me," he said, bracing himself for a potential disappointment. This wasn’t exactly a topic Minho and his father talked about often, so the comfort levels between the two of them were sorta unknown.

Minho's father chuckled and stepped next to him, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. "You look very good together," he told him. "As long as he makes you happy, I see no reason to be against it."

"That means a lot," he told him sincerely. "I think I have something really good going on with him now that we've settled the bullshit."

"That's good to hear, son," he gently squeezed his shoulder and handed him back his phone. "Let's not keep your mum and boyfriend waiting any longer."

Minho smiled at him using the term boyfriend. "Yeah, okay," he nodded and slipped his phone into his pocket. The two of them caught up to Chan and his mother by the front door. Minho's smile grew as Chan grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers as they all made their way to his father's car. They got comfortable in the backseat, and Minho was glad it was already dark as Chan rested his hand on his knee. The beginning of the drive was quiet, but comfortable as the four of them made small talk. But his breath hitched suddenly as Chan moved his hand up slowly during the drive and squeezed his thigh teasingly. "Channie," he whispered as his parents were talking in the front.

"Huh?" he asked innocently, his thumb brushing over a weak spot on his inner thigh.

Minho bit his lip and shot him a glare. "Stop that."

"Sorry, you just look too handsome not to ," he giggled before leaning over. "My pretty little kitten," he whispered, and Minho melted into the seat with wide eyes. The words went straight to his dick, and he quickly grabbed his jacket, covering his lap as he felt himself getting hard. "You like that?" he asked softly, and Minho just nodded. "My stray kitten's finally back home," he smiled, and Minho had trouble holding back a moan, clenching around the plug.

"Channie," he whispered weakly. "Not before dinner. Behave in front of my parents."

He giggled softly and kissed his cheek. "Fine."

Minho took his phone out and gently nudged his side. "Wanna choose the pictures to post?" he asked, and Chan nodded.

Minho smiled at the pictures of him and his parents. It looked like a normal photo, and that’s what Minho loved the most about them. But as he continued looking through the photos, he looked at Chan with wide eyes. "We don't have any with all of us in them."

"Oh, baby, don't worry. That's fine," he assured him and frowned as Minho searched his eyes almost anxiously. "Did you want one with all of us?"

He nodded gently. "I just thought it would be nice to have my family all together in one picture. Forget it, I'm being stupid."

Chan's face softened immensely, and his heart swelled. "Your family?"

Minho looked at him and blushed a little. "I mean…yeah."

"That's so sweet," he told him, kissing his cheek. "I'm sure we can take one at the restaurant or something."

"Yeah?" he asked, trying to hide his excitement.

"Absolutely," he smiled, and Minho beamed back at him. Chan swiped a few pictures further before humming appreciatively. "Look at you, my handsome baby."

Minho looked back at his phone and chuckled softly. "You're just good at taking pictures."

Chan shook his head and stopped swiping. "Post that one, you look amazing here."

Minho blushed and mumbled for him to stop talking shit. He marked the picture as one of his favorites and smiled as Chan's finally appeared. "That's what you call handsome, by the way," he told him.

Chan groaned softly and hid his face in his shoulder. "You pick one, alright?"

"Okay," he smirked and looked through them before deciding. "Your smile's so cute here, darling."

Chan quickly swiped to the next picture, and they both stared at it for a moment. Apparently, Minho's father had started taking pictures already, as Chan was looking fondly at Minho when he stepped next to him. Minho quickly continued, and they picked out another one to post. Then there were the pictures of them smiling at each other before kissing, pictures of them kissing, and pictures right after that. Minho felt tears brim in his eyes, thinking of the fact that his dad had taken them. Chan didn't say anything but pressed a long, soft kiss on his temple, wrapping his arm around him. "I wish we could post those," he told him sweetly.

Minho chuckled and swallowed down the lump forming in his throat. "Yeah, me too."

"I think I'll have to buy a bigger box," he said, and Minho frowned at him. "I don't think yours will be enough for all our memories."

Minho's face softened. "You want to print those?" he asked, smiling as Chan nodded.

They reached the restaurant, and Minho asked his parents to take another picture. They were also fine with them posting it, and Chan asked a young woman to take it for them. Once those pictures were taken, Chan and Minho had to take some with her as well, as she was a fan. They thanked her and exchanged their goodbyes before joining Minho's parents again. Chan was holding his hand and casually strolled inside the restaurant, telling them his name to see their table.

The evening was lovely, Chan got along so well with his parents, which only proved he made the right choice. They seemed to adore him to pieces now that they knew they had everything worked out. Minho watched them quietly and smiled to himself, clearly able to imagine their future together for the first time in a while. Chan laughed at something Minho's dad had said, and his dimples appeared, making Minho's stomach fuzzy. He couldn't take his eyes off him, wondering how the hell he managed to call someone as effortlessly handsome as Chan his own. Minho reached for him, gently brushing back a curl, and Chan turned to look at him, smiling sweetly. Their hands found each other, and Chan lovingly fondled the ring.

"You're okay, baby?" Chan asked gently, seeing his dreamy eyes.

"More than okay," he said softly, squeezing his hand.

"We'll leave you to it. We both have to get up early tomorrow," Minho's dad spoke up.

"Thank you so much for dinner, Chan. This was lovely," his mother added.

"You're very welcome," Chan nodded, smiling brightly, and got up to say goodbye. He smiled as Minho's mother hugged him close, and his father squeezed his shoulder. Once they were gone, Chan looked back at Minho and smiled softly. "Should we leave as well?"

Minho leaned forward, forgetting about the plug for a moment, and gripped Chan's thigh tightly as it brushed over his prostate. "Oh fuck," he whispered desperately, trying not to moan.

"Minho, are you okay?" he asked worriedly. Did he eat too much and get sick? "Are you feeling dizzy or anything?"

"No, relax," he laughed and gained his composure again. "I might've wanted to be prepared for later."

"What?" he asked, confused. Minho grinned to himself and leaned in closer to his ear. Chan’s lips parted as Minho whispered his little secret to him, forcing himself to hold back a groan. "You're killing me, kitten."

Minho smirked, satisfied. "Think you're the only one good at teasing, huh?" he asked. Chan playfully rolled his eyes but swallowed as Minho continued talking. "Feels so good, but I bet you could satisfy me more. Making me feel so full and holding me close so I can take it. And the part I love the most is when I can't do anything about it."

"Is that the permission to go rough tonight?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at him.

"More like an invitation to do so," he nodded. "With a very sweet, please, Channie hyung attached."

"Fucks sake," he cursed softly and grabbed his hand. "Let's pay and get out of here."

Minho giggled. "Wait, we have to do the post before."

"Right," Chan nodded.

"Caption?" he asked after adding the pictures of him, Chan, both of them, and with his parents.

"Uh, wait, let me do it," he grinned and took Minho's phone. He wrote Could you call this a date?👀👀 and quickly posted it.

"Hey! Let me see," Minho whined, and his eyes widened. "Chan."

"You said we should feed the rumors. Also, you love provocative stuff," he smirked.

"You're so silly sometimes! But I love you," he giggled. "Won't we get in trouble for that?"

"Not if it gets enough likes," he grinned, and Minho giggled excitedly.

The journey to the hotel and into their room seemed excruciatingly long. Chan took him to the hotel's top floor, telling him they'd have it all to themselves. Minho scolded him for spending money like that, but Chan shut him up with a short, sweet kiss. As soon as the elevator door closed, Minho found himself pressed against the nearest wall, his lips immediately engulfed in a passionate kiss. He moaned into the kiss and pulled at Chan's shirt. "Too many clothes," he breathed out.

"Patience, baby," he said.

But Minho didn't care and started opening the buttons on his shirt. He wanted Chan badly and they were going to be in the elevator for just enough time to feel him, anyways. But he was sadly mistaken as a surprise yelp escaped his throat. Chan wrapped his hand around his neck and pushed him out against the wall. Minho's eyes widened in surprise, and he felt a chill run through his body.

Chan's eyes darkened, pupils blown with lust, and he leaned in close to him, holding his gaze. "What did I just say?" he asked, the bass in his voice lower than before.

Minho swallowed softly and blinked for a moment. "Patience," he repeated quietly. A weak moan fell from his lips as Chan palmed him with his free hand over his pants.

"You think you can do that? Be a patient little kitten?" he asked, and Minho nodded quickly. "Words, baby," he said softly and rubbed his hand over his crotch.

Minho wrapped his hand around Chan's wrist and pressed down harder on his neck to show him he was fine with this new situation. "I can be patient, hyung."

Chan hummed, clearly satisfied, and reached down behind him. His hand slipped into Minho's pants, and he gently pressed up against the plug. Minho moaned sinfully, standing up on his toes to escape the intense pressure. Chan teased him for a bit, enjoying the way Minho melts in his arms. He kissed him softly on the mouth. "Safeword?"

Minho shook his head. "I trust you."

Chan's face softened, and he shook his head. "I want you to be safe."

Minho smiled softly before looking at him through his lashes. "Red lights." Just as he spoke, the elevator bell rang and the doors began to open.

Chan smirked and nodded. He took his hand and led him to their room for the night. They walked in, and Chan wasted no time taking off his clothes, smirking at his boyfriend the entire way to the bedroom. He helped Minho out of his clothes and told him to get comfortable on the bed.

Minho sat back and watched him as he wandered through the room, fully naked, and gathered some things. He spotted a couple of his own toys, Chan's silk, and a blindfold. Fuck, he had come prepared. This man will be the death of me one day.

When finished, Chan came back and climbed onto the bed, kissing him lovingly as he took his hands and tied him up to the headboard with the silk. "Too tight?" he asked gently.

"No, just right," he assured him. Chan adjusted the pillow beneath his head for him so he could watch everything he was doing.

Chan started kissing down his torso, exploring his skin with full lips, tongue, and teeth. The warmth of his breath sent goosebumps racing through Minho's skin. Minho panted softly as Chan marked his territory, moaning quietly at the feeling. Chan moved down between his legs and licked his lips at the sight of the plug buried between inside him, sitting so pretty. "Such a needy little kitten, preparing himself for me," he teased with a grin. Minho couldn’t help but whimper in response. "You missed feeling full?"

Minho nodded eagerly, his body and mind submitting to his lover without needing to be asked. He didn't hold back being submissive with Chan because he felt safe and knew he'd take care of him. "So much," he told him. "Miss you filling me up with your cum and calling me yours."

Chan bit back a groan. "Think you can wait for a little while longer?" he asked, and Minho nodded complying. Minho whimpered as Chan eased out the plug, already hating the sudden empty feeling. Chan looked down at Minho fondly. "Be a good kitten, and show me what your tongue can do."

"Yes, hyung," he breathed out, happy to finally please Chan in any way. He watched as Chan moved to hover over top of him, positioning him above his face and placing his hands on the wall. Minho eagerly licked over his entrance, and Chan pressed back with a sweet moan. He started pleasuring him with his tongue the way he knew Chan loved as the older braced himself against the wall. Minho moaned softly against his hole as Chan slowly fell apart on top of him. It didn't take long before Chan was whining his name. "Min- oh fuck." His thighs were trembling, and he had trouble holding himself up, growing heavier on top of him.

Minho made a soft noise, and Chan lifted himself a little, panting heavily. "Untie me baby. You know you won't regret it," he said, his face slightly flushed and dazed. Chan bit back a moan and lowered himself onto the bed, giving in and untying his lover.

Chan grunted softly as Minho shoved him off and turned him onto his stomach. Chan's face was pressed into the pillow as Minho positioned another one beneath his lap. His eyes rolled back as Minho went back to eating him out right away, massaging his ass as he did so. Chan gripped the sheets tightly and pressed back against him, his moans flowing freely and in volume. "Fuck, Minho," he groaned.

Minho pulled back and softly bit his cheek, pulling another moan from him. "Am I doing good, hyung?" he asked teasingly, pushing his finger inside.

"So good, kitten," he praised him. "Don't stop."

Minho trailed kisses along his back, leaving small bite marks as he opened him up and leaned beside his ear. "Would you like your kitten to be rough with you?" he whispered, and Chan moaned, melting against him. "Wouldn't be fair for me to have all the fun right?"

"Fuck, Minho, be rough with me," he told him, a little less demanding than before as the dynamic shifted a little. Chan would still be able to have his way later on. But for right now, he longed to feel Minho inside him again.

Minho made sure he had opened him up enough and grabbed the lube, preparing himself. He gently grabbed his ass, spread him apart, and pushed inside. Chan tensed up at the still a little unfamiliar feeling and whined. Minho was very gentle in the beginning, knowing there was no use in rushing it, and soothingly rubbed his lower back. "Try to relax, love," he told him lovingly, pressing small kisses to his back and neck. Chan took a couple deep breaths to relax a bit before he moaned for Minho to start moving. Minho chuckled softly before beginning to roll his hips experimentally.

Chan shivered beneath him and melted into the mattress. He let him start out easy as they both adjusted to the feeling before pushing his hips back to meet Minho’s impatiently. "Min, come on."

Minho snapped his hips forward, and Chan's eyes rolled back. He started moving at a quick pace, pounding into him, and buried his hand in his hair, pushing him into the pillow. Chan gripped the sheets tightly, moaning at the rough pace and falling apart beneath him. Minho groaned and panted above him, his eyes glued to where he and Chan connected. And all Chan could do was whimper his name, back arching at the immense pleasure coursing through his body. "Min, fuck, I'm gonna-" Chan groaned as Minho hit his prostate repeatedly. He kept the same pace, loving the way his boyfriend felt around his cock. Chan shouted his name into the pillow as his orgasm hit him full force, and he moaned needily as he felt Minho fill him up shortly after, moaning his name. Minho collapsed on top of him and panted softly right next to his ear. "God, you're amazing at this," he groaned beneath him, reaching up to fondle Minho's hair.

Minho chuckled breathlessly and kissed his shoulder. "Anything for you," he whispered, which made Chan laugh.

Felix's eyes widened as he saw the new post on their shared Instagram account. He jumped up and opened the door, crashing full force into Jisung, who was about to rip his door open. They both groaned in pain and cursed at each other.

"Are they crazy?" Jisung asked loudly.

"They'll get in trouble for that caption," Felix nodded agreeingly and rubbed his hurting head. Suddenly, Hyunjin's door opened, and he stepped outside. "What the fuck happened to being discreet?"

Seungmin and Jeongin strolled up the stairs and looked at them, confused. "What's going on?" Seungmin asked, and Hyunjin handed him his phone. "Oh…they look cute."

"They look - Seungmin!" Jisung groaned.

"Please, our hyungs know what they're doing," Jeongin said sarcastically, making them all laugh.

"I'm sure they're just playing with the rumors from this morning," Seungmin shrugged. "What do we care? They'll be the ones explaining it if there'll be any issues," he told them.

"Let's go tell Changbinnie," Hyunjin said, and they all went to his room, knocking loudly. After all, he was the oldest at the house now.

Changbin opened the door, frowning at them. "What?" he asked and already got two phones shoved into his face. He looked at it before starting to laugh. "These two idiots know exactly how to feed the rumors without risking their necks."

"See?" Seungmin asked cheerfully. "Told you."

"Are you sure they won't get into trouble?" Felix asked insecurely.

"Oh, please, you've seen the headlines. Minchan, our new power couple," he laughed. "Just let them have their fun. They'll know when to stop and how far they can go. They'll say it's a reaction to all the news headlines, and that's it."

"To be honest, they just don't know how to keep their hands off each other now that they have everything sorted out. However, they've been able to do so before," Jeongin shrugged.

Minho moaned blissfully and let his eyes flutter closed for a moment. He was currently on Chan's lap, bracing himself on the wall in front of him. Chan's hands were on his hips as he was forcefully pounding into him from behind. His head fell forward as Chan's cock brushed against his prostate. He couldn't hold back another passionate moan. "Channie," he panted softly, knowing he'd cum soon. It was inevitable in this position, feeling Chan move so deliciously inside of his walls, hands roaming his body. He loved the feeling of Chan dominating him, the constant string of filthy words he whispered into his ear, and all the ways he touched intensified the feeling of ecstasy. The addition of the blindfold only took it further as Minho’s other senses were heightened without his sight. He was at the mercy of his lover and wouldn’t have it any other way.

Chan's hand wrapped around Minho's cock, and he stroked him. "Not yet, kitten," he purred in his ear, and Minho whined softly. He picked up the pace of his hand until Minho was shaking, and his moans grew to a higher pitch.

"Channie, please, I'm so close," he panted and squeezed his eyes shut. He could practically taste his orgasm with how close it was. But Chan slowed the movement of his hand to a stop and stilled inside him.

"I want to take my time with you, alright?" he asked.

"You want to make me cry and beg again, that's what you want," he responded with a bratty hint in his tone. He groaned in surprise as Chan smacked his ass.

"Don't get too cocky," he told him.

"Not a wise choice of words," Minho snorted, and Chan chuckled. "Move, please?" he asked after a moment. A sigh of relief left his mouth as Chan began fucking him again.

Chan very easily located his prostate again and hit it with every thrust, making Minho shiver on top of him. He planted wet kisses on his back, right between his shoulders and on the back of his neck. Minho moaned, and his head hung low as he struggled to keep himself up against the wall. Chan wrapped his hand around his neck and pulled him flush against his chest.

Minho's jaw dropped at the new angle, and he reached back, anchoring his hand into his hair. "Fuck, Channie," he moaned sweetly and gripped the headboard tight as Chan suddenly picked up the pace and force of his thrusts. He couldn't stop his moans from rolling off his tongue and just prayed no one would hear and complain. "Channie-ahh," he barely got out, and his eyes rolled back. "So close," was all he could add.

"Don't," Chan told him firmly, kissing and biting the shell of his ear. Minho shivered at the command, his lover’s dominant aura making him submit more and more.

"Please," he whimpered and gasped as Chan's grip around his neck tightened.

"Beg for it, kitten," he told him, kissing his neck.

A desperate whine left Minho's lips, pulling a groan from Chan. "Please let me cum," he asked, trying very hard to hold himself back from letting go.

"You can do better than that," he chuckled darkly, pinching his nipple.

"Fuck- Please let me cum, hyung. Haven't I been a good kitten for you?" he whimpered, and his stomach flipped at his nearing high. "Please, Channie hyung, fuck!" His mouth ran without thinking by now, his whole body growing heavier on Chan.

Chan let him beg for a little bit before finally giving him permission to cum. Minho didn't need a second invitation, tensing up around his cock and crying out his name in pure bliss. A string of loud moans and incoherent nonsense left his lips as Chan kept thrusting into him, guiding him through his high.

Minho collapsed against him and panted softly, whimpering sweetly as Chan kissed his neck. "Such a good kitten," he whispered softly and gently lifted him off his cock, placing him in his lap. He soothingly rubbed his back and planted soft kisses on his hair. "Are you okay?" he checked in after taking off the blindfold.

"I'm okay," he told him, snuggling into his chest. "But what about you?" he asked and ghosted his fingertip over his chest. He could tell Chan was still hard underneath him.

"I'm fine, kitten. Don’t worry about me," he assured him.

"If you promise to be gentle, I'll let you go again," he told him, and Chan chuckled softly.

"I thought you don't like being overstimulated?" he asked, smiling as Minho straddled his lap with a soft grunt.

"I'd say we've gotten rid of all the sexual frustration now, so let's take it slow and steady?" he asked softly. The look in his eyes told Chan he was longing for it.

"If that's what my baby wants," he nodded, and Minho smiled at him sweetly. Chan connected their lips to a kiss before lowering Minho into the pillows, hand soothingly fondling his hip. He got situated between his legs, and for a few minutes, all they did was share sweet and lazy kisses. Minho melted against him with a soft whine as he once more was buried deep inside of him. Chan kept the promise and went slow and gentle, drawing beautiful whimpers from his lips. Nothing could beat the sight of Minho beneath him, as vulnerable and bare as he is in this moment. Chan pulled back from a kiss and searched Minho's eyes. "I love you. Never doubt that, okay?"

"I love you too," he whispered, smiling lazily at him. "Don't forget about that when things get tense between us."

"This time, I'll be there," he promised, and Minho shut him up with a desperate kiss. He really wanted to believe in that and nothing else.

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Hopeless Romantic vs Hook Up Culture

⋘ And she tortures me, tortures me with her love. The past was nothing! In the past it was only that infernal body of hers that tortured me, but now I've taken all her soul into my soul and through her I've become a man. Will they marry us? If they don't I will die of jealousy. I imagine something every day... ⋙ F. Dostoïevski

𓆣 I had already wrote this once but it got deleted so my deranged brain have to find the words again 𓆣

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ In this post I wanted to express my current thoughts and despairs on relationships. I turned 20 recently and have never been in love, in a couple or intimate with someone. I am not ashamed of it but the more time passes, the more I am terribly afraid of never experiencing what true love feels like. Feeling so fucking lonely, waiting for someone/something that never comes. I’ve known deep loneliness all my life and now it’s starting to rot my insides : the hopeless feeling of an internal gap that no one could fill; the visceral intuition of a missing half constantly haunting me. Feeling so heartbreakingly lonely that I could do anything to be loved. I am fucking bored of this emptiness. Being a hopeless romantic, I am in love with the idea of love, never with a real person. I get attached to the romanticised idea of them, a shadow that never even existed, living in an illusion made up in my brain. Looking for an ideal of pure devotion. And that makes me deceitful, not seeing people for what they are.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ Growing up, I romanticised a vision of relationships, imagining my soon-to-be womanhood, having fiercely conquered femininity, and hopefully, a utopian love. But I quickly discovered the absence of essence in real relationships (plot twist : superficial, empty, a transactionactional ‘bond’ where no one really cares). Being asked out by someone who barely cares, being a toy to men, a pretty porcelain doll to show off, a stack of unused flesh; in short : something disposable. When I tell my friends about my virginity they often state things such as “you should lose your virginity to a mate you trust and feel confident with, at least you'll get rid of it”. Doesn’t it seem so resigned ??? Of course, as someone who is so scared of abandonment; intimacy completely terrifies me: I fear finally opening myself, giving myself emotionally to end up allowing people to hurt me more. So scared to drop my walls to end up facing a person that never really loved me but loved the fact that I loved them… a superficial intimacy.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ Even if I despise these types of relationships I always find myself jealous of my friends, even though I know these are still superficial. How did they find someone? Will I be able to find someone? What does love even feel like? Am I even capable of love?

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ I’m then stuck living through other’s eyes, in my own disillusion, Idealizing some mediocre situations, reading endless love stories and fantasizing in my mind. “A fictional boyfriend can’t disappoint you,” right? I am rarely present on this planet, always in my head. And that’s how I seem to metamorphosize into one of those Sofia Coppola characters: A quiet melancholic being that’s haunted by the idea of an impossible love with someone she hasn't even met yet. Waiting to be ACTUALLY seen between the million complex layers that make me who I am.

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𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ Having several friends in my group who are romantically active, I realize during conversations that relationships and sex are often considered as social trophies to make yourself stand out in a group. Everyone is sharing about their failed date, or how their last relationships were, et cetera… those became storytimes that gave you importance in a social context. Of course I do it too, telling crazy fucked up anecdotes about me, to give myself composure in a social context. I am just sad to see how many boys (lol, “how many” gurl) I dated were doing it for ego and performance : grow their stupid list of girls they seduced. I am maybe pessimistic but most look for the hedonism of a relationship without the struggles that brings engagement. Because honestly, what’s scary in a relationship is that it forces you to face your flaws, unhealed traumas and anxiety. A relationship is constantly asking you for concessions and working on yourself to make it work. It’s kinda terrifying tho. Commitment is a lot, so I believe people that constantly avoid being attached (and only seek for pleasure) are just scared to dive into introspection and face themselves.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ The idea that sex is a social transaction is actually so depressing. I want sex to be an act of bonding with someone: melting and merging each other's soul through the body. Being so connected to someone flesh that I could almost enter his mind and hear his thoughts. Just feeling the other breath, the imperfect skin on my fingers, the pulse of his veins making him a living creature. A metaphysical experience, bigger than time and space…

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ There is also something I want to evoke which is the loss of meaning. I recently saw this post about how autistic people are more likely to get abused because they struggle seeing through people’s words. I am not diagnosed as Autistic myself (cause it costs good money lol ) but my therapist mentioned how “I had a lot of symptoms that could refer to the spectrum). However, I identified a lot with this post. I always fool myself into viscerally believing what people say while those words are just …only words. People say what you wanna hear, and they’ll say anything to have you in their bed. And every time, there is something so infantilizing about succumbing to those words, being seen like a naive, brainless, idiot, little girl, who has (once again) been fooled by this devouring loneliness.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ I may have seem judgmental during this whole stack of thoughts: I obviously sometimes just want to fuck, but this fear of being an object again constantly holds me back … too risky to open my shell and give myself soul and body to just receive meaningless lust and disinterest. I am not going to lie, I am an horny teen lmao, but I just want to know what “making love” feels like. … and I am incapable of “not getting attached” anyway (I am probably Tom in 500 days of summer…sorry)... I desire to carve someone else’s soul. To OWN and being OWNED. Not be a one anymore, but a pair: two that are one. I want someone to worship the ground I walk on and know this beautiful symbiosis that brings people to a lifetime together. I am begging for a strong intimate spiritual kind of love. Even if it has to be a destructive and tormented passion, I still want to feel the deepness of it. I want his pain to be mine and my pain to be his. Make me the receptacle of your soul. I want someone that would be deeply grateful for me offering him my body, someone that would understand the meaning of this gift. I may sacralize my virginity too much, but I feel like it would be the biggest gift and love proof I could offer to someone. The person who’ll have it will forever be linked to me and possess a part of me, even if we take different paths.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ My love language is maybe OBSESSION… okay, yeah,it is…I want someone to be utterly obsessed with me just as I am for him. With obsession that drives us both insane for each other, forgetting everything else around and consuming ourselves, body and soul. I want him to blow up my phone with messages. I want him to write letters and poems for me. I want him to protect me, stalk me… Please give me everything you are, even the part you hate. Let our blood be poisoned by the need of each other. Maybe I am wrong for seeking this type of love. Maybe I should not seek extremes and absolution, but I still want to believe in it a little more, even if I feel like each year takes me away more and more from the possibility of knowing love. I want at least to experience this wild feeling for once. I couldn’t accept the curse of loneliness indefinitely. Better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. There is though something strangely nice and comforting about this sadness, making me an idealistic and longing young girl. I will do anything for love. ANYTHING. It’s the only thing I know I really want. I need to feel it and this need is tormenting me, like my own existential quest.

𝜗𝜚 Let’s just wait for him, he’ll come soon… or maybe he’s already here …? I don’t know who he is but I want him by my side.

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𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ Rereading this, I find it stupidly arrogant but I needed to scream my frustration in the void that is tumblr. I’ll write future posts about my own relationships to femininity because, of course, this subject is heavily linked to this quest of ideal. Also, I’ll explore the notion of time as a woman cause I don’t seem to realize my life won’t be romantically over at 30 lmao.

Well girlies, if you have any thoughts related to this post or if you have any stories to share, don’t be afraid to flood my Washing Machine Heart (inbox) જ⁀➴. - pixel art is from @bitmapdreams -

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⋘ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳— 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨. ⋙ 𝒮𝓎𝓁𝓋𝒾𝒶 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒽.

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winged-self-indulgence · 8 days

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I just think Ray needs a surprise holiday!

You had it all planned out.

Every meticulous step had been perfectly arranged. Every task on the board carefully categorized, broken down into a series of simple goals that you had ticked off one by one. You were on schedule, on time, on a fucking roll. And you were not going to let anyone stand in your way. No matter the cost, even to your pride, you were going to see this through.

“Star…” Ray blinked down at you, dark eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and that ever-present fondness that never failed to make your knees grow weaker. The hand rubbing the back of his neck lowered to curl over your cheek, almost petting you as though you were a misbehaving cat. “What are you hiding from me?”

“Nothing!” You replied reflexively, and then cringed when one eyebrow went up. Too quick. Usually you were a better liar, but this was Ray. Your boyfriend of several months, and the love of your life for almost as much time. You didn’t exactly want to lie to him, but this was meant to be a surprise! Did anyone know how difficult it was to plan a surprise for a mind-reader?! The meditation, the distractions, the waiting until he was out patrolling before jumping online to do research, finish up preparations, and then hurriedly delete the browsing history on your laptop?

It would all be worth it though, you thought determinedly as you marshaled your willpower and stubbornly stared up at Ray. There was no way you were going to trip up this close to the finish line. By tomorrow morning everything would be finalized.

“Tomorrow morning?” Ray echoed lightly, and you immediately froze in place. Shit, he was catching on. Fine, fine, you could salvage this. As long as he didn’t look into your room– “Your thoughts are very loud, Star.”

“I’m panicking!” You retorted, again too loud and too quick. He snickered at your flustered state while you rushed to regain control. “Um. I mean. There’s nothing in my room, I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Ray snorted, a laugh escaping him at your obvious attempts. His tall frame cast a shadow over you as he stepped closer, herding you backwards until your spine touched the door of your room. When he spoke again, his voice was laced with something approaching genuine curiosity and anticipation.

“Come on, what's the big surprise you've been hiding from me?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. His eyes pinned you in place.

"Now, now, Ray. Patience is a virtue, you know," you couldn’t stop yourself from teasing. When he stepped forward again, you placed a hand on his chest to prevent him from advancing further. "Besides, that’s the fun in spoiling the surprise too soon? You’ve waited this long, right?"

“I didn’t know I was waiting before,” Ray grumbled, and then a playful smirk curved his lips. “Besides, I know exactly where the fun is," he quipped, leaning in closer until his breath ghosted over your ear. "Why don’t you let me show you?"

Goosebumps formed across your skin as molten heat flowed through your body, down your spine and to the very tips of your toes. You shuddered at his proximity, your own eyes growing half-lidded as your iron resolve weakened under his tantalizing words. In or out of the blue and yellow costume, Ray was impossibly magnetic. There was no way you could deny the effect he had on you. Once he had compared you both to a binary star system, two objects in space intertwined in a cosmic dance. Destined to either be destroyed or separated for eternity.

You thought that was a rather pessimistic outlook. Maybe you wouldn’t always work things out. Maybe you would argue. Maybe the causes would be internal – your own insecurities and worries, Ray’s trauma, his misanthropy, and over-protectiveness. Maybe they would be external – the NAHA, Double Vision, and other villains. To you though, what mattered was that you wanted to work things out with Ray. He made you happy, and you made him happy, and goddammit you were going to commit to that!

You couldn't let him win this time, not when you had gone through so much effort to orchestrate the perfect surprise. It was time for Evasive Manoeuvres(TM).

Ray, lips already at your throat, immediately paused. He drew back, a deep furrow creasing the skin between his brows. “What the hell is that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you responded innocently, as the dulcet tones of Jay Park cooing about fat asses transformed into the less dulcet tones of Lil Jon and The East Side Boys. You continued speaking slowly as the lyrics 3-6-9 DAMN SHE FINE, I’M HOPING SHE CAN SOCK IT TO ME ONE MORE TIME played on loop at the forefront of your mind. “I just think my lovely boyfriend should be a bit more patient instead of trying to ruin the surprise I worked very hard on.”

The look he shot you promised swift and punishing retribution, but you stood your ground. You both knew that if Ray really wanted to spoil the game, he had a million ways to do so, up to and including simply picking you up like the aforementioned misbehaving cat.

Kind of like right now. You let out a surprised squeak as Ray tossed you over one shoulder and headed for his bedroom. “Nice try, Star,” he remarked with a low chuckle that you felt acutely between your legs. "But you can't hide your thoughts from me forever. I plan to get it out of you tonight, one way or the other."

Approximately 18 hours later you glared at Ray from the front lobby of the beach resort as the desk worker happily announced that your room had been upgraded to a deluxe suite overlooking the beach. Charitably, he has chosen not to make fun of you, but you still stewed in your emotions as he carried both of your suitcases all the way to the elevator, through the connecting hallways, and into the massive bedroom. You wouldn’t have been able to manage anyway. Your thighs were still so sore that you’d almost missed the flight entirely.

You barely waited for the door to close before you couldn’t hold it anymore. “How did you know?!”

Ray blinked at you bemusedly, and then purposefully lifted a finger to point at himself. “Telepath.”

The pillow you lobbed at him came to a halt in front of his face and remained hovering in place before floating neatly back to the bed. The look he gave you could only be described as shit eating.

“You fucking – ARGH!” You covered your face with another pillow to muffle the mortified screeching. “I really thought I had you! How long have you known?”

“What?!” That had been ages ago, long before I’d even started looking up holiday destinations! “I’ll have you know that meditation is a perfectly normal activity! Why would that be suspicious?!”

Ray hummed thoughtfully, putting a hand to his chin while tipping his head back to stare up at the gorgeously paneled ceiling. “For a few weeks. Around the time you started practicing meditation. It was very suspicious.”

A scoff. “Star, you hate sitting still and not moving. You can’t even watch Netflix without either knitting or playing games on your phone, and I’m supposed to believe you just decided to start the one activity that’s about being calm?”

“Bastard,” you pouted, pulling away when he tried to corral you into his arms for an apologetic hug. “You’re so mean to me. Mean boyfriends don’t get kisses when they ruin surprises from their loving partners!”

“Then maybe little brats shouldn’t try to hide things from their superpowered boyfriends,” Ray snarked back, pinching the sides of your face with one hand and holding you still. The smile on his face was impossibly fond and filled with a heat unmatched by the blazing equatorial sun outside. “Still. This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me. Thank you, Star…” he murmured, leaning closer.

Just before your lips touched however, a familiar tune chimed from his phone. The resulting wince was Pavlovian, and you scowled across the room at the phone buried somewhere in Ray’s bag.

He twitched towards it, years of conditioning prompting his body even as it revulsed him, but you were faster. You grabbed Ray by the face and turned his head back towards you.

“I heard there’s a buffet downstairs,” you said. “It’s all you can eat seafood, and there's dessert!”

He blinked at you, attention split for a split second before focusing completely on your face. “Is food all you ever think about?” He chuckled, allowing you to tug him towards the door and out the room. “I should have lured you with free meals.”

“I don’t know,” you hummed playfully, shutting the door firmly on the NAHA and their bullshit. “I think you caught me just fine.”

#binary star hero #bshvn #binary star hero fic #ray x reader #binary star hero x reader

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jwonsociety · 2 years

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lovestruck // chapter 1

chapter two

pairing ➼ brother's best friend!niki x fem!reader

genre ➼ strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, kind of crack because y/n's internal narration is very silly, sunoo is y/n's older brother

word count ➼ 1.9k

warnings ➼ profanity, my writing kind of reads like a sitcom

synopsis ➼ As the younger sister of the smart and popular Kim Sunoo, you’ve gotten used to living life as a background character. You mostly keep to yourself, you don't go to parties, and you most certainly do not have a boyfriend. One day, Sunoo brings home one of his friends and encourages you two to get to know each other… the fact that said friend is extremely cute definitely won’t be an issue, right?

a/n ➼ sorry for being so inactive lately, school has been kicking my ass but i finally got around to finishing the first chapter of this fic!! lovestruck will be multiple chapters but probably not too many 🤙 the other parts are already almost fully written so expect another update soon! hope u enjoy!! 💘💘

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The majority of your life had been spent existing in your brother’s shadow. It’s not that you didn’t love Sunoo; of course you did. He doted on you just as any older sibling should and supplied you with plenty of life advice, even when you didn’t realize you needed it. Although Sunoo’s protectiveness of you could be annoying at times, you knew he always had your best interests at heart.

But, besides that, you had other problems to worry about. Currently, you were sat at the desk in your room, eyes glued to the chemistry textbook in front of you. You’d been soldiering on through this assignment for what felt like hours yet you still didn’t understand anything. Seriously, what the hell was an isomer? You swore that half of these words were made up. Suddenly, somebody knocked on the door, interrupting your homework-induced downward spiral.

“Come in,” you answered, peeling your eyes away from your work.

Sunoo poked his head in and smiled. “Hey, y/nnie. What’cha working on?”

“Chemistry,” you sighed, “but I’m seriously considering dropping out of school just to escape it.”

He laughed and entered your room, peering over your shoulder. “I could help you with this if you want,” he offered.

“Thanks, Sunoo,” you replied. You snapped the textbook shut and turned towards your brother in order to face him completely. “Did you need anything?”

He clapped his hands on your shoulders. “I just wanted to let you know that I have a friend coming over in a little bit. We’ll just be hanging out in my room, so we shouldn’t bother you.”

“Sunghoon?” you asked. The older boy was one of Sunoo’s best friends and a common sight in your household. Sometimes, he’d even enter your house without knocking. That definitely annoyed you.

“No, Niki’s coming over. Do you know him? He’s in your grade.”

Niki? You considered yourself well versed in the interesting cast of characters that your brother brought to your house, but you had no recollection of anybody named Niki. After you shook your head in the negatory, Sunoo sighed.

“Seriously, y/n, you need to talk to more people in your classes,” he scolded. “His real name’s Riki but he goes by Niki. He’s on the dance team with me -- the captain, actually. He’s super talented. You should introduce yourself when he comes over! He’s really chill, you guys would definitely get along.”

You hoped your distaste for Sunoo’s idea was not evident in your expression. After a long seven hours spent at school that day, your social battery was at a minimum. “I don’t know, Sunoo… I’m not even dressed properly.” You weren’t exactly ready for a meet-and-greet; you were currently sporting a pair of baggy, black sweatpants and an oversized hoodie that had a mysterious (likely coffee-related) stain near the front pocket.

Sunoo dismissed the notion with a wave of his hand. “Niki’s not gonna care. C’mon, please y/n? For me?”

Sunoo always tried to be your friendship wingman. He knew you were sort of “challenged” in the socialization department, and was constantly trying to get you out of your comfort zone. You appreciated his concern -- truly, you did -- but at the end of the day, your awkward exterior often repelled anybody within a five-mile radius. You were happily resigned to your life of minimal fraternization.

But Sunoo was giving you his best puppy dog eyes, bottom lip jutting out just so, making him look like a puppy in one of those “donate to a dying animal” commercials. God, you hated when he did that. You hated it because it worked every single time.

“Fine,” you groaned, and Sunoo celebrated his victory with a gleeful cheer. “But,” you continued, raising your finger pointedly, “I only have to talk to him for five minutes, and then I’m out.”

“Good enough for me!” he exclaimed, motioning to leave your room. “Come downstairs, he’ll be here any second.”

You pushed your chair away from your desk and got up, reluctantly following your brother down the stairs and to the kitchen. You sincerely hoped that this mysterious Niki character was extremely extroverted because he was definitely going to have to do most of the heavy lifting in the upcoming conversation. What should you guys even talk about? The weather? You buried your head in your hands. What were you thinking? He was a teenage boy for Christ’s sake, not your grandfather.

“Don’t get so nervous, y/nnie. I didn’t invite a serial killer to the house,” he assured. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the screen. “He’s pulling into the driveway now, I’ll go get the door.”

Sunoo headed for the foyer and you took a seat on a stool at the counter. You knew deep down that Sunoo was right and you were getting anxious over nothing, but you couldn’t help but be worried. He was in your grade, right? What if you said something really dumb and he told someone else you knew? You began to chew your fingernails.

You heard the quiet chatter of Sunoo greeting his guest and two pairs of feet approaching the kitchen. Putting on the best “hi, I’m not a creep!” smile that you could muster, you spun to look at the corridor and… wait.

Holy shit.

There stood your brother shooting you an expectant smile, and beside him was possibly the most attractive boy you had ever seen in your life.

The first thing that you noticed about Niki was that he was tall. Impossibly tall. It was safe to say he was a full head taller than Sunoo, his body long and slender like a model’s. His raven-colored hair was pushed away from his forehead, resting gently on his temples. The sunlight pouring in from the windows reflected off of the vast, hypnotizing darkness of his eyes, which were currently trained on you. The power of his gaze was so intense that you felt as if you might collapse in on yourself like a sinkhole.

The corners of his mouth quirked up into a small smile and you found yourself really wishing he hadn’t, because now you were staring at his lips. They were plush and pink, like a doll’s, and looked like he had just applied chapstick. To sum it all up in one word, he was gorgeous. Utterly and completely gorgeous.

“Niki,” Sunoo began, “this is my little sister, y/n. Y/n, this is Niki.”

“Nice to meet you, y/n,” he greeted. His voice was deep; so deep it almost startled you. You quickly realized that you really liked hearing him say your name. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

You chuckled nervously. “Only good things, I hope.”

“Don’t worry, y/n, I spare people all the horrible details about you,” Sunoo joked. He clapped his hands together. “I’ve got to move all my laundry up to my room really quickly, otherwise Mom’ll kill me. I’ll be right back! In the meantime, you two bond or something.”

Either sibling telepathy was a myth or Sunoo was choosing to ignore you because he exited the kitchen despite you aggressively shouting PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE in your mind. And just like that, you and Niki were alone.

“Suffocating” seemed like an appropriate way to describe the silence you were presently enduring. After watching Sunoo leave, Niki made eye contact with you for a brief moment before casting his gaze down to the floor. Honestly, Niki was kind of intimidating. Besides the fact that he towered over you, he was dressed in all black with his hands stuffed nonchalantly into his pockets, like a celebrity who didn’t want to get recognized at the grocery store. He stood there quietly, blissfully unaware of the fact that his presence was causing your brain to malfunction.

Then, it dawned on you that this boy might be as introverted as you are. It almost felt like you were engaged in a battle to see who was the most socially inept; each of you waiting to see who can endure the unbearable awkwardness the longest until someone cracked and attempted to start a dialogue. You drew in a deep breath.

“So,” you began. “You know my brother from the dance team, right?”

The tension in Niki’s demeanor loosened up. He seemed grateful that you decided to say something first. “Yeah, I met him when I joined the dance team earlier this year.”

You tilted your head quizzically. “Earlier this year? Then why hasn’t he invited you over before?”

“We didn’t start getting close until a few weeks ago,” he explained. “We got assigned to teach a dance together to some of the kids at the middle school, and that’s where we got to know each other better.”

“Ah, I see,” you hummed, nodding. “I heard you’re the captain. That must mean you’re pretty good, right?”

Niki caught his bottom lip between his teeth and smiled bashfully, shyly shifting his eyes away from yours. Cute.

“I dunno about that,” he murmured. “I just have the most experience. My parents own a dance studio, so I’ve been dancing since I was three.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Wow, really? That’s so cool.”

Niki ran a hand through his hair, causing your heartbeat to stutter. He seemed to have gained confidence from your compliment. “Thanks, y/n. Dancing’s pretty much my whole life. Both of my sisters dance, too.”

So he had sisters. You couldn’t help but feel that you wanted to know even more about him. “To be honest, Niki, I had no idea who you were until Sunoo told me that you were coming over. We’re the same age, right? How have we never met before?”

Niki shrugged. “I guess we just never had any classes together. I mean, our school is big, so it’s not unrealistic for us to never have run into each other.”

“I don’t know, it’s just…” you trailed off, searching for the words. “I feel like I definitely would’ve noticed you.”

Niki smirked at that. He almost looked amused. “Are you saying that I’m the type of person that catches your attention?”

You felt your face heat up. Was he teasing you? “It’s just that I- I, uh- you-”

Almost like an act of divine intervention, Sunoo decided to return to the kitchen at that very moment. You silently thanked him for saving your flustered self and prayed that your cheeks weren’t noticeably red.

“Alright, I’m done!” your brother announced upon his arrival. “Hope you guys weren’t depressed without me.” Turning towards the younger boy, Sunoo said, “Do you want to go up to my room, Niki?”

Niki smiled. “Of course, dude. I’ve been dying to see where the magic happens.”

“I really don’t want to know what that means, but okay!”

As they walked out of the room, Niki threw one last glance at you over his shoulder. “It was nice to meet you, y/n.”

You definitely liked it when he said your name.

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