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Deck the Halls
Castiel x plus size reader
It’s Christmas time in the bunker so it seems to be the right moment to introduce some new traditions!
Warnings: dean being crude, fluff, alcohol
WC: 1k
Square Filled: Matching Pyjamas @spnchristmasbingo
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“What exactly is the purpose of these clothes?” Castiel’s head was tilted to the right as he examined the colourful pile of fabric you had shoved into his arms. You just smiled sweetly at him and pecked his scruffy cheek before pushing him into your shared room in the bunker.
“It’s so we can match, angel! Now go get dressed and we can take photos.” You could tell he still didn’t understand but nodded and walked into the bedroom anyway, softly shutting the door behind him.
“He’s so pussy whipped.” Your head snapped to the side, glare immediately locking onto Dean who was lazily leaning against the brick wall of the hallway, casually sipping a beer. “Say that again Winchester, see where it gets you.” The shiver of fear that rolled down his spine was barely concealed by his nonchalant shrug.
“Besides, you’re wearing the pajamas too and I know for certain I have never and will never sleep with you.” He glanced down and cringed at the bright shirt and pants combo that you had thrown into his hands after returning from the mall earlier that day.
Yet, he still put them on, the same as Sam did, admittedly with the promise of a pecan and a cherry pie. Both of them knew it would make you happy, so they did it.
“Yeah well, I’m just in it for the pie.” He pouted, turning away from you like a spurned child.
“I love you too Dean!” You called after him as he stomped away. The smile never left your face. This Christmas would be different. Finally, all four of you were safe and living somewhere you could almost call a home.
So with a tree Sam helped pick up and haul inside, lights Cas was enchanted by, and a couple all-nighters filled with baking and cooking, it was time for your very first Team Free Will Christmas! And what better way to kick it off than with matching pajamas!
“Come on! We’ve got presents to open!” You excitedly yelled into the empty corridors, rushing to the war room where the tree, and the presents, had been stowed. The tell-tale clack of your boyfriend’s dress shoes against the stone floors made your smile even wider.
“How do I look?” You turned to look at him and your heart skipped a beat. You maybe, had purposefully bought him a size smaller than he would normally wear and dear god were you happy about that decision. The scratchy fabric clung beautifully to his powerful frame, letting you see the way his muscles flexed and rippled, even if he was still wearing his signature trench coat.
“You look beautiful angel.” You cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers immediately burying themselves in his short hair. Cas smiled along with you, although his expression still had a hint of confusion. “Thank you for doing this.”
His nose bumped gently into yours as he softly pressed your foreheads together. “I would do anything for you.” He spoke truthfully.
“Alright we’re here.” Sam lumbered into the room, obviously having been woken from a nap by Dean, red marks still spread across his cheeks from laying on his arms. Just like Cas, he wore the colourful clothes without complaint, all too happy to have something normal to do.
You sent an appreciative glance to your surrogate brother as he moved past, making a dash for the recliner Dean had dragged in a few weeks back.
Speak of the devil. You thought.
Dean came in last, a very full glass of eggnog in his hands that you suspect was mostly filled with the spiced rum you picked up along with the pajamas. “I hope your pie is friggin worth it.” He grumbled and sat down on one of the other chairs, sending his little brother a glare for taking his seat.
“Great!” With one last peck to your angel’s cheek, you skipped over to the tree and gathered up as many perfectly wrapped presents as you could, dumping a small pile in everyone’s laps. You sat in your own seat, pulling out your phone to film your boys like an excited mother.
Like the animal he was, the older Winchester shredded the wrapping paper in an effort to get to his presents. Ripped paper surrounded his legs like colourful snow.
Sam carefully slid his thumb under each piece of tape, ensuring he did not rip the wrapping. Then, once the present was completely unwrapped, he placed the paper to the side in a neat little pile by his feet.
Cas ripped off one stripe of paper from the middle of his gift, allowing him to simply pull it from the paper, leaving it most intact. He stuffed the trash in his pocket.
Your heart clenched as each of them studied what you had picked out for them, a comfortable silence settling over the bunker. Dean was easy to buy for, a nice bottle of whiskey that Bobby had been fond of and a new polish for Baby. Sam was less easy. You settled on a new spell book you might or might not have stolen from Rowena and a small iPod so he could listen to his podcasts while he ran.
But by far, Cas was the hardest to buy for. Being an angel, he wasn’t materialistic and probably wouldn’t have accepted a present if you hadn’t explained to him a few weeks before that you loved giving gifts to people. Like the others, you gave him two gifts.
The first was a large bottle of raw honey, a treat he enjoyed even if it did taste like molecules to him. And the second was a piece of paper he carefully pulled from the small envelope you had tucked it in. “What is it?” Ever impatient, Dean attempted to look over his friend’s shoulder, but Cas turned away, holding the paper tightly to his chest like a child trying to hide something.
“Thank you.” He murmured, overwhelmed with emotions he had not felt since he was human.
Leaning over, you captured his lips in a soft but loving kiss. “It was my pleasure angel.” You gave him one last peck, then stood up to fetch Dean his promised pie. As you left the room, you heard his raspy voice ask Castiel something.
“Is it porn?” The silence was deafening.
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omg halloween fics im so excited! my first thought was the gang deciding to not dress up as anything spooky bc one member is comically afraid of the season, they go the wholesome route and all agree to dress as their heroes. peacemaker shows up in full 70s glam rocker costume. vigilante is, of course, dressed as peacemaker. and you show up in an adorably makeshift vigilante costume! hes saved your life a dozen times, of course hes your hero!!
Don't You Get It?
Rated: T+
Pairing: gn!Reader/Adrian Chase
Summary: When the Adebayo’s request non-scary costumes at their Halloween party this year, you and Adrian are forced to get a little creative.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2192
A/N: Ah, ty for this suggestion! I liked it so much that it got a little out of hand and I had to cut out a couple of scenes! 😅
🔪[#Vigilante Halloween Masterlist] 🕊
[Masterlist]
[Dividers]
“No. Fucking. Way!”
“What?” Leota called after you as you dashed further into the clothing section of the store.
When she caught up with you, you spun around with an excited flourish as you held up a black tee shirt. It had Vigilante’s signature chevron pattern printed on the chest.
“Do you think Adrian gets a cut of the sales?”
She laughed as you put the shirt back on the rack and grabbed one in your size.
“How? They can’t just send a check to “Vigilante”. It would be cool though, maybe he'd be able to quit his job.”
You snorted out a laugh and dropped the shirt in your basket. “Can you imagine Vig as a full time crime fighter? You thought he was wanted on multiple counts of murder before?”
“You’re right. Fennel Fields keeps him humble. I can’t believe you’re actually buying that.”
“I don’t know how, or when, but one day it’ll come in handy.”
She laughed and moved onto the next section of the store.
That was a couple of months ago. “Summer of Super Heroes” the store called their little promotion. There had been clothes based on other heroes, of course. Mostly Batman and Superman, but locations with local heroes also got merchandise based on them. Peacemaker and Vigilante had been hailed as heroes after the whole Butterfly incident, so they also had merchandise. It wasn’t much, it looked like you missed all of the Peacemaker merchandise, but you were lucky enough to snag a Vigilante shirt before it sold out.
Now Halloween was approaching and the Adebayo’s were hosting a party in which they were requesting no scary costumes.
“I can’t believe I can’t go as Leatherface!” Adrian complained while you stitched him up from his latest recklessness.
It hadn’t been an official ARGUS mission, but you had a major soft spot for the vigilante, so you gave him a standing offer to help him out whenever he needed, and he needed help often. According to him, even your band-aids were somehow even better than his!
“I was gonna bring a chainsaw and everything! It’s not fair! I can’t even use a chainsaw on pretend bad guys!”
You finished up, double checking your work just for the chance to subtly run your fingers across his incredibly chiseled abs. “I don’t think there are going to be many pretend bad guys anyways, V.” You started and pulled your hands away from his warmth and removed your gloves. “Remember Adebayo suggested that we come as our hero or something.”
"That's so lame!"
You started to tidy up your med kit while he tossed a shirt on. “Hmm.”
“What?” He asked once his head popped through his shirt.
“Nothing, really. I just thought you’d be jumping at the chance to dress up as Peacemaker.”
He loudly gasped and his eyes went wide.”You’re right! It’s not lame!” But just as quickly as he had changed his mind, he returned to pouting. “But, where am I going to get a Peacemaker shirt in time?!”
“Just buy a red shirt.”
“But it’s gotta have the dove of Peace on it!”
“Paint it on?”
“It won’t look good if I do it!” He huffed, “can you do it?”
“Hmm, probably not well.” You conceded.
He whined and pouted again, so you continued to spin ideas for him. You couldn’t have your favorite boy feeling all sad, no matter how cute he looked.
“Doesn’t Chris have multiples of that shirt? Just use one of those?”
He looked at you dubiously. “I know you think I’m big and muscly,” he was, “but P’s shirts won’t fit me! It’ll look stupid if it’s all baggy!”
“Okay. Tell you what, if you can get one of his shirts, I can do a bit of tailoring and bring it in for you.”
“Really?” He gasped and leaned forward on the desk he was sitting on.
“Yea. I’ll even let it back out after the party so he doesn't get mad at you for ruining one of his shirts.”
“You can do that?”
“Pretty easy, actually.” You nodded.
“You’re so cool!” He hopped off the desk and pulled you up into a big hug. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” He rocked you from side to side as he continued to hug you.
“Calm down, Vig!” You winced from how loud he was.
He dropped you with an apology and a wide smile gracing his lips, then helped you clean and lock up before leaving Henenlotter in a rush, presumably to borrow one of Peacemaker’s shirts.
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The next day he texted you saying that he got a hold of one of Peacemaker’s shirts and he was going to drop it off at your place. It was later than you expected when he actually showed up, but considering he was wearing his Fennel Fields uniform, you guessed he just got off of work.
“Hey,” he greeted as you let him in. “Can I change here?” He motioned to the duffel bag in his hands, one you’d seen many times before and knew to contain his Vigilante suit.
“Sure.” You took the Peacemaker shirt from him and tossed it on the back of your couch. Then you grabbed the measuring tape you set out for when he got there. “But before you put your Vigilante suit on, let me take some measurements.”
“Ok!” He said cheerily, but he walked away towards your bathroom.
“Oh…no.” you blinked, “I meant…” well he was already in the bathroom…
Sure enough, a minute later he returned to the living room in nothing but his tactical pants and socks. Not that you were going to complain.
It surprised you (not for the first time) how soft his skin was. Usually when you patched him up, you wore gloves, robbing you of the feeling of his skin. But now, as you took his measurements, you were reminded of just how soft his skin was. So few scars actually covered his body, despite how often he got hurt. You’d only been around the team for a few months, a more than welcome field medic, and by all accounts, he should have way more scars, but even the wound you stitched up last night was nothing but a light pink blemish that was sure to fade completely rather soon.
“Do you have a costume yet?” He asked once you let him go. He sat down on the couch and started to slip on the rest of his suit.
“Uhm, not really.” You half lied. You had an idea, and you were pretty certain you could get all the components for the costume from your existing wardrobe.
“Oh! If you want, I can borrow another shirt from Peacemaker and we can match!”
His smile was so cute that you almost felt bad for shooting him down. But there was no way you were going to wear a Peacemaker costume! “No thanks, I’ll think of something before the party.”
“Aww! How awesome would it be if we were both Peacemaker though?”
You chuckled and steeled your nerves. Honestly, if he kept that up you might just give in. “Maybe we can wear matching costumes next year?”
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You were running a little late to the party. A quick text to Adebayo meant that no one was worried, though Adrian kept texting you updates on the party and sent a few pictures as well. (You may have saved the selfies that he sent. He just looked so happy and so good that it was hard to resist!)
The party was in full swing by the time you arrived. It wasn’t just the 11th Street Kids, but some of Keeya’s friends and coworkers as well as some of their neighbors. So it was a bit hectic when Leota answered the door. She was balancing a bowl of candy in one arm and a dog in a doctor costume in the other.
“Hey! Happy Halloween! Come on in!”
You followed her in with an enthusiastic greeting.
The dog in her arms started to squirm so she motioned to a room off the side of the entryway. “You can put your coat and hat down in there.”
“Alright.” You didn’t bother to correct her, that the plain black baseball cap that you wore was part of your costume, as you headed for the room she pointed to.
Before you even opened the door, you heard your name yelled from across the party.
Adrian had spotted you walking in, in fact he’d been eagerly checking his phone for a text from you and watching the door every time the doorbell rang. He quickly caught up with you as you entered what you assumed was a small guest bedroom, if the twin bed tucked in the corner and piled with coats was anything to go by.
He started to excitedly tell you how everyone, even Peacemaker, said his costume looked so good. And that because of your tailoring Peacemaker hadn’t even noticed that he borrowed a shirt from him in the first place!
“Wait, you didn’t even tell him you were borrowing his shirt? Adrian, isn’t that stealing?” You teased him as you dropped your coat with the others on the bed.
“No! It’s not technically stealing because…” he stopped talking as he took in your costume.
Once you had the Vigilante shirt, it was easy to put together a Vigilante costume, as you already owned tactical pants and combat boots.
You raised a brow at his sudden silence. “Adrian?”
“...Holy shit. You’re dressed as me?”
“Yea!” You smiled, then pulled up the black neck gaiter you were wearing and popped on a pair of red sunglasses. “What do you think?”
“...You’re dressed as me.”
You blinked and started to get a little concerned that he was repeating himself. “Yea..? Not enough? Too much?”
“No. I don’t think you understood what Adebayo said. We’re supposed to dress up as our heroes.” He emphasized his point by clapping his hands together.
You looked down at your costume before looking back up at him. “Yea dude, I got that. We had a whole conversation about it while I was giving you stitches, remember?”
He gave a little frustrated growl, like you weren’t understanding him, and scrunched up his face. “But you’re supposed to dress up as your hero! And you’re dressed up as me!”
You took off your sunglasses and pulled the mask down so he could see your face clearly. “Adrian, Vigilante has saved me at least a dozen times, if not more! You saved me. So of course you’re my hero.”
He swallowed, “o-oh…”
You broke the slightly awkward silence that followed with a quiet cough. “But if you want me to change or something, I’m sure Leota has some-”
“No! No. I just, uhmmm…” Adrian was looking up as he tried to think of something, anything, to say. His blush no longer stained his cheeks because of frustration, but you had just called him your hero.
“I look that good, huh?” You giggled a little nervously as you copied the Peacemaker hero pose (that you’re pretty sure he just made up) that he kept doing in the pictures he sent you.
That seemed to snap him out of his stupor and he grinned at you. “Well you are dressed as the second coolest hero!”
“What? I’m totally dressed up as the first coolest hero!”
He blushed even more, even the tips of his ears were turning pink, and looked down at his feet.
“Which makes what I’m about to do a little weird.” You finished and flipped your hat backwards.
He looked up and tilted his head in that cute way he always did when he was confused. “What are you about to do?”
“This.” You quickly kissed him, just a little peck of the lips.
You meant to kiss him and dash off to the party to deal with however he felt about you kissing him later, but he quickly grabbed your hips and pulled you close to him.
He dropped his forehead to yours, his nose lightly bumping against yours and he grinned. “Eat peace, motherfucker.”
You snorted out a laugh, unable to control your chuckling until he kissed you. He was smiling against your lips, laughing with you even as he nipped at your bottom lip.
“Nu-uh! You guys are not having sex in here!” Leota yelled as she stood in the doorway pointing at the two of you.
You and Adrian jumped apart slightly, but he managed to keep one hand on your back, as you looked at Leota in surprise, neither of you heard her open the door.
“We weren’t going to have sex!” You protested her assumption.
“We weren’t?”
You coughed quietly and looked at him. “Well, not here, anyways!”
Which meant that you were open to have sex with him anywhere else! “Awesome!”
Leota eyed you, though you could see the amusement in her eyes, and ushered you out of the room.
You weren’t sure what was sweeter, the candy you kept munching on, or how closely Adrian was glued to your side for the rest of the night.
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One Night in Pelois
Featuring Paul Pelosi, husband of U.S. House Speaker Nancy Pelosi
The bartender had just handed me my my drunk and I was taking my first swallow of it when I glanced down the bar. There he stood! Tall! Gray hair! Nicely dressed in his suit jacket and his chest hairs poke out of his unbuttoned shirt. Plus he looked rich. Seems that GOD had packed all my likes into one man. Then I noticed his gold wedding ring as he smiled at me.
Truth be told, I‘m good looking and get lots of smiles from married men and much more when I go out. So I've been in this situation before. Next thing I know, he was walking towards me like we were the only ones in the room. His smile got bigger as we met. Then I saw his blue eyes, yeaning for attention, for just a moment of love.
"Having fun tonight?" He asked as he surveyed me from head to foot.
"Yes."
"Good. My name is Paul." He offered as I felt his leg touch mine. I like the light sexy touch of his knee against my leg. It sent chill bumps down my spine.
"Micah." I answered with a smile as I let my left hand drop to my side and slowly reached down and touched his thigh.
"Well, Micah, I when I finish my drink I’m going home for some fun. Would you like to join me?" He said as he stared straight into my eyes.
“What about your...” I said looking down at his wedding ring.
“She’s out of town. And I could use some company.”
Suddenly his right hand was down touching my hand before grabbing it and pulling it over to his crotch. Breathing like a marathon running dashing for the finish line, I pressed my hand against the crotch of his slacks. I touched his soft dick. It felt thick.
"Sure." I said as I move my fingers down and felt his balls beneath the fabric of his slacks. They were big and watery.
Once outside, I headed for my car, but the rich old man asked if I would ride with him. Damn if he didn’t have 2021 Porsche 911 Carrera S. He carried me for some ride through the streets of San Francisco. And I can’t even begin to tell you of the Pacific Heights house he took me to. I’ve only seen houses like his in movies and on TV.
We just got out of the car and head to the front door when someone spoke, "Is everything OK Mr. Pelois?"
Mr. Pelois? Paul Pelosi, husband of U.S. House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, I thought as I notice he’s nervous that he’s been caught.
“Yeah, we're fine. Hey, have you met my nephew before?”
I quickly gave the security guard a wave a nice to meet you. He returns the favor as Paul ushers me into the house before the security guard could get a good look. I could tell Paul is relieved to have made it to the house as he slips off his shoes and puts his keys away, like it’s his normal routine. I notice the photos on the wall, lots of him and his wife.
By this time, I was SO horned up, I made the first move, leaning in to kiss him. Quickly, he started unzipping his pants, pulling out his cock. My dick was raging hard almost busting through my zipper as I undid my pants. As they fell to the floor, I pulled his down to the floor unleashing his mammoth dick and balls. His dick was a beer can uncut with enough for skin to let me dock half my dick in.
I instantly fell onto my knees in front of Paul, pressed my fingertips lightly against his king-size nuts, stroking as softly. I cupped them in my palm and rolled them around as well as I could. His cock began to grow; it grew faster than you would think and soon it was pointing in my face. A full 8" of cut old man cock. I stuck out my tongue and flicked the head of his prick, rolling his balls over in my palm.
Grabbing the base of his cock and wrapping my lips around it, my tongue thrust against the shaft I swallowed half of his dick. I felt his big hand grab my head and press it down. As I looked up, my mouth full of juicy cock, Paul was looking down at me and smiling.
I began bobbing my head up and down his shaft as his nuts bounced invitingly against my chin. I reached up and tugged at his nuts, they were sweaty, my fingers curled around them and he moaned with satisfaction. I pulled away from his cock and put a hand on his thigh, rubbing him while I jerked my cock, with my mouth full of his wet precum. Paul let go of my head and wrapped his hand around his wet cock, stroking generously.
"Let's go where we can be more comfortable and release some tension." He said if suddenly realizing where we were, took me by my hand and led me to the couch.
Paul staggered as he set down on the sofa in front of me. I took off my shirt, revealing my six pack abs while Paul observe my body, stroking his meat. Then the next thing I knew, the old man had my dick in his mouth and sucking me as he jacking himself off wildly. This married man was a ferocious cock sucker! He couldn’t get enough of sucking my cock and from the way he was doing it, he definitely had done it before.
I felt myself fixing to cum when Paul suddenly took his mouth away from my cock.
“You near cuming?” He asked. When I nodded he said, “I want you to fuck me.”
Damn if that’s wasn’t exactly what I wanted. As good as him sucking me had felt, the thoughts of fucking him had been in the back of my mind all the time.
I spit in my hand several times and smeared it all over my cock making it wet and slippery. Then I got down between Paul’s hairy legs as he began to raise and spread them even more. I expected it to be difficult to push my thick, 7" cock into him, but Paul’s asshole took my dick easily. And I realized that he had done a lot more than just sucked a few dicks in his life.
“Yes, give me that big dick.” The 82 year old called out. “Make me yours!”
I swear his asshole was hotter than any I have ever had. And looking down and seeing his hard cock bouncing up and down just added to my pleasure. In fact, I reached down and grabbed Paul’s dick and pumped in unison with my pumping his ass. I was really enjoying the sensation of his ass squeezing my dick.
Then I just lay on top of him as started kissing him as I fucked his old asshole as hard and fast I possible.
Damn! I couldn’t get enough of kissing the old millionaire. We devoured each other as we kissed and fucked. And damn if Paul didn’t shoot off on my stomach without me even touching his dick. Feeling his hot load of sperm against my belly caused me to shoot my own load deep inside his hot hole.
Another married man conquered, and another notch on my bedpost.
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Just A Bite of Honesty
Pete let out a shaky breath as he started to stir from sleeping. He couldn’t remember the last time that he’d slept so well. But those thoughts were pushed aside as he realized that lithe fingers were combing through his hair. His eyes fluttered open, blearily as he tried to focus. He immediately sat up as he realized it was Vegas. The older man looked so soft and from the wet hair it was obvious he’d taken a shower.
“Morning Pete.” Vegas chuckled, softly letting his hand fall gently on Pete’s chest to check the bruising at his neck. It was fainter than before. He was glad that between the balm and the medication that it wasn’t lingering. It wasn’t common for Pete to be wearing turtlenecks and it was still a bit hot during the day. Fall hadn’t set in just yet.
Pete’s breath caught. His heart felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest. Vegas’ touch was light and careful. He hated that the touch was due to the bruising from his father trying to strangle him. The memory flashing through his mind killed the warmth blooming at their closeness. To his surprise immediately Vegas’ hand retracted.
“We can put some more of the balm that the doctor gave us when you get out of the shower.” Vegas stated with a gentle smile. “And get something to eat in your stomach. I checked the fridge a few minutes ago and your dinner was still in there.”
“I just got lost in my paper. Then Prosche called me again to interrogate me about us and I was just too tired to do anything but sleep.” Pete responded, feeling a bit guilty but on the other hand he had to get the paper done. He lowered his gaze to his hands that were now fidgeting with the blanket.
“You shouldn’t be skipping meals when you’re not well.” Vegas in a firm tone that had Pete meeting his gaze again. “And if he’s still struggling, point him towards me. I can handle it.”
“ Oh no you don’t. I can handle my best friend and for your information I’m fine.” Pete licked his lips trying to think of anything else to say to try to reassure Vegas.
“Of course you are, but one should never be so stingy they can’t accept help.” Vegas’ expression shifted into a more familiar one. It was like there was times that Pete was sure that Vegas felt more than just being a helpful friend. Like right now, Vegas’ eyes had dropped to his lips before slowly meeting his gaze again. “Such as a very refreshing bath. There’s a rather nicely sized shower in that bathroom.” His head tilting towards the bathroom door.
“Uh, no thank you and why would you want to take another bath? You obviously already had one.” Pete reached up to tug a strand of Vegas’ hair.
“Who said anything about me bathing? It’d be about you.” Vegas responded without hesitation.
Pete lowered his hand and he swallowed hard. His cheeks were heating up. He suddenly tossed the sheets back so that he could slip from the bed. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“Have I ever broken one with you, Pete?” Vegas asked,standing up to his full height. He enjoyed this side of Pete - defiant but also dash clueless in just how much of himself he was revealing to him. He’d be an idiot to not see the signs that Pete had liked him before he’d made this arrangement. Pete desired him but wasn’t ready to reach for him. Vegas knew one thing and that was that he’d be right there for his touch when he was.
“Lunch will be ready when you get out.” At that Vegas sauntered out feeling those dark eyes trailing after him. If he heard a damn it coming from behind the closed bedroom door, he didn’t bury it. Vegas grinned as he went to cook them something to eat.
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If Pete was completely honest with himself, and he didn’t want to be, he’d tell Vegas he was right. A shower had been needed. Not because of him being unhygienic, but that he did feel refreshed for the day. Pete had checked his bruises. The memory of Vegas’ fingertips tracing the bruise had him flushing again. So he’d stopped. Since he wasn’t going to see Porsche today then he could dress as casual as possible
Which of course meant that he was in an oversized t-shirt and his favorite gray sweats that might be a bit thread barren. He tossed the towel into a basket for his hair before he headed to the kitchen. A familiar sight greeted him with Vegas at the stove. The man loved to cook despite his passion for law.
“Isn’t that going to burn?” Pete asked as he slid onto the bar stool and leaned forward watch the man cook. His gaze locked on the skillet with the lid on and he could see that there was a grilled cheese sandwich in the pan. His stomach growled. The smell of chicken, peppers, and cheese was thick in the air.
“It’s on low heat. The key is to let the cheese melt before browning. No touching.” Vegas answered, stepping close to give Pete some of the green pepper sticks. “Guess the bath wasn’t a bad idea.”
“Nope. A great self care idea.” Pete took a bite of the pepper. He chuckled as Vegas gave him a playful glare.
“Yes, rub it in my face I couldn’t join you while I make you lunch. Rude.” Vegas teased as he moved back to the stove.
Pete stilled as his heart skipped a beat. There it was again. Usually the flirting faded but it seemed like Vegas wasn’t going to stop. How was he supposed to make it if Vegas kept this up? “You know it’s just us. You don’t have to flirt with me, P’Vegas?”
“I flirt with who I want, Pete.” Vegas answered. He’d made the engineer his sandwich first so he slid it onto the plate and walked back over to him. “And besides, who’s the one that told his friends that he was living with me? If you didn’t like flirting a little bit then why’d you make it so you’d have to be here?”
“I…you know…I…it’s not like the room was being used.” Pete sputtered, not wanting to bend. He did have a bit of pride. His cheeks became heated and he was sure he looked like a tomato. “And you took liberties without consulting me.”
“I am not judging you, Pete. I want you here. So it’s not like you are bothering me or being a burden.” Vegas made sure to point out, because it was the truth. He did want him in his home, looking soft and comfortable. “Don’t give me that look. It’s true and you living here doesn’t have to be about our current dating situation. You can just live here. It’s not like every expense wasn’t already paid by my uncle or myself. You could focus on your school work and-”
“No, I can’t do that.” Pete swallowed. A month was one thing but just staying because he wanted to be here wasn’t. It would blur the lines even more for his poor heart.
“Why? Because it would be..” Vegas trailed off as he took his serrated chef’s knives to cut the grilled cheese in half before sliding it over to Pete. “...what you actually need instead of being exhausted and overworked? There’s more to life than self induced misery, Pete.” He reached over to steal a bite of melted cheese that’d oozed out. “You didn’t ask for your father, but you can ask for what you want from me.”
Before Pete could deflect, Vegas smiled at him while bending down to grab the glass from the shelf on the island then went to the fridge to grab Pete one of his sodas. Unable to find the words he just simply dug into his lunch.
#vegaspete#vegas theerapanyakul#pete#pete x vegas#modern college au#engineer! pete#law major! vegas#fake relationship trope#forced proximity
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“So? Do you like it?” He asked with a far more serious face than usual, strutting around her dressing table to expose the new golden and green cape he had specially crafted, making sure she wouldn’t miss the way the pearls and emeralds were shining under the light of the morning sun. He was just salty because she had complimented another duke’s fashion during the last ball, throwing his ego to the ground once more… Because she had never complimented him in the end and he had succeeded being the most handsome valet of the night! He looked far more dashing than this arrogant little prick and his fat nose, and whatever cape he had worn during the masquerade, it wasn’t as beautiful as the one he had created right now. Ah!
“Hibiko!” He whined and turned around, throwing a dramatic and concerned look over his shoulder, a light pout appearing on his noble features. Wasn’t he cute when he showed that he was hurt? Wouldn’t she melt in front of those desperate golden eyes? “It’s better than him, right? Right?! Mine is full of pearls, rare emeralds and golden frills! It’s better! It fits my face, it enlightens my size! I’m beautiful!” He huffed and eventually came closer, before he removed the cape from his shoulder and wrapped it around her shoulders. It was soft like fox fur, but at least he hadn’t killed any thanks to his magic.
“I forgive you because you needed to be nice to him, I get it. But now you can be mean and speak up your mind. Mmh?” He chuckled, with a rather mischievous little laughter and other foxy noises escorting his petty statement. He squatted in front of her until he dropped his knees on the floor, pressing his cheek against her covered thighs. “You’re like a dove, and he’s nothing but a smelly pig. Don’t be too nice with bacon like this, they get fat over the years.” He paused and nuzzled against the fur of the cape. “A fox is always better…”
"Yes, it's very nice," Hibiko absent-mindedly answered, treating the gaudy cape similar to a child's drawing. Glancing up at Marlo to fake attention before returning to trying to put on the last of her jewelry before latching up her shoes. He was allowed in early with the assumption that he would help her get ready quicker, but instead left the princess to run around while he followed after her around the large room.
She faced him with an almost equally as frustrated pout - though Marlo was easily winning between them which was the obvious drama queen. The show moved to the couch, unable to help the clashing garment being draped over her. "Are you asking me to compliment the cape or you?" Hibiko whined in annoyance, already broken down and happy to say whatever Marlo wanted to hear. "It's gorgeous, it brings out your eyes." Sarcasm littered in her voice, barely containing an eye roll. Hibiko tried to nudge away from Marlo attaching himself to her leg and fixing her heels.
"Marlo, I have zero clue who you're talking about, we have a lot of people visiting right now." She had a couple of ideas, but there was so much flattery and greetings and compliments being thrown around in the past week. Hibiko couldn't keep straight who arrived yesterday, who was leaving that night, and who still had another week to their stay. "I'm sure it's beautiful compared to what he had on." Still not a clue who she was supposed to be trash-talking. "I mean it's a little... much personally, but yes, it's stunning on you."
"Look," Hibiko stood up and held out a hand to help him stand. Taking off the heavy, overly decorated cape to pass over to Marlo, "Why don't you wear it to the ball in a couple of days so I can see it in its proper glory? There are enough people that I doubt anyone will second guess who you are. And if they do, then you can have fun making up a story. But right now I need to go talk to my mom before they gather up the guests for breakfast." With a goodbye kiss to his cheek, "I'll look into changing my dress that night into something that better compliments green, okay?"
#she's beyond confused but is trying to be nice about it#i for one. love the casual kiss!!#like a kiss before going to work la;kjfgrae#distopea#v: reliving history }jester of the court
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Sonic Ring Bond - Episode of Amnesia Island III 05
The following is a work of fan fiction by Joshua D. Tarwater and is in no way affiliated with or endorsed by SEGA SAMMY HOLDINGS.*
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~EPISODE OF AMNESIA ISLAND III 05~
★Enemies.
Two forces at odd with each other for some reason or another. For most of the world their enemy was clearly would-be conqueror Doctor Eggman. But he had no presence on Amnesia Island save for mention on the radio that Rosy listened to. Yet she and Tempest had still managed to make enemies. The Empire. Yoluku. And now floating stone statues that were rising from the beach turned grassy field all around them. But Rosy for all of her exploring and adventuring was no fighter yet, and her wellbeing fell on Tempest as he fought their new enemies.
Bolt of lightning erupting from speck of Darkness
Encircling Sky Ring struck again and again
Blue skies dressed in clouds
A building wind carrying seed and grass
Joined by stone shaped like muscled arms and torso
Green gems gathering light
Two hedgehogs surrounded
“What are these things!” Tempest shouted in alarm as he dashed to the side dodging a beam of green energy fired from the neck replacing green gem of the floating statues. Scooping up Rosy in his left arm, he met a statue’s thrown punch with his curled and swelling in size right fist. “They can even deflect my right arm!”
“I told you to run, dummy!” Rosy yelled at Tempest as he skipped backwards and away from several more energy beams striking the ground where he had been.
There really wasn’t any room for Tempest to run however as the statues had them surrounded, yet Tempest did not find himself in danger, especially as Rings sprung up out of the ground where the energy beams struck. But as confident as he was in being able to keep himself safe against the assailing statues, Rosy was less safe, especially with Tempest swinging, swelling, and elongating his arm to fight back the statues. “Kya~!”
“Rosy!”
“You dummy Tempest! Your arm dripped on me!”
“Crap!” Tempest swore as he looked down at Rosy and saw sure enough a growth of crystals slowly crawling up her left foot, coating her in the same Darkness that comprised his arm behind them. “Just hold tight Rosy, I’ll deal with these guys and try to get it off of you!”
“Just hurry up! This isn’t the best time for your arm to try and eat me!”
“Well, fast is one thing I’m sure I’m good at, but I’ might need a little extra encouragement!”
“Oh, well I know you can do iiIIII~?!”
“Sorry, not what I meant!” Tempest apologized as he let Rosy go as he suddenly spun, catching her in his right arm, an eruption of crystals appearing where the darkness met Rosy’s rump. What made her scream however was Tempest then hurled her skyward, the Darkness that had been clinging to her pulling free and dissipating in Ring matching motes of Darkness and bringing a smile to his face. “I was right, it would work!
“Still, you guys making me test something out without Rosy’s permission, I’ll have to beat you into rubble!”
As Rosy continued to careen skyward, screaming all the while, Tempest put together a combo of his right arm punches and whiplike claw strikes with his instinctual use of Sonic’s signature Spin Attack and Spin Dash, using his hedgehog ability to turn into a ball with his speed to blitz the surrounding statues. They resisted his best efforts however until he got fed up with being shot at.
“Enough of that!” Tempest growled through gritted teeth as he caught a statue’s fist with his right arm and slammed it to the ground, an instant after revving a Spin Dash and launching himself straight up its arm and into the green gem atop it.
The impact of black hedgehog and green gem shattered the gem and the statue crumbled into dust, a small seed shaped light launching up into the air above it. “What…”
Distracted by the seed, Tempest was punched away from his point of victory over one statue by another, his carried Rings scattering as they protected him from the damage the blow would have caused. Tempest gritted his teeth as he pushed himself up with his arms and looked back at the golems but was distracted as Rosy’s screaming became coherent.
“TEMPEST~!!”
Looking up, he saw Rosy was well on her way back down and performed a somersault from a push-up and stretched his right arm out to snatch her safely from the air, pulling himself to her to avoid the next barrage of statue-based energy beam.
“Sorry about that Rosy, but these guys are tougher than they look,” Tempest apologized, as he switched Rosy to his left arm, extending his right to snag a distant tree branch and pull the spreading darkness free of Rosy. “But look, I’ve come up with a way to get the Darkness from my arm off of you!”
“This isn’t the time to celebrate that, Tempest!” Rosy cried, before calming herself down and offering him a tiny smile. “But I am proud of you. Good job~♥”
“YAHOO~!!” Tempest shouted with joy at Rosy’s praise, the light from his crystals shining blue as he swung from the tree branch and through the canopy of Amnesia Island’s forest, collecting more Rings along the way. But his joyous shout was cut short as a beam of green energy knocked him out of the sky. ”GYAH~!!”
The familiar jingle of lost Rings filled the air, and Tempest and Rosy crashed to the ground rolling over each other and apart.
“How’d they hit us from way up there!” Rosy whined as she looked around, to see even more statues appearing in the forest, including stone spheres that appeared as giant eyes due to the placement of their own green gems. “Oh! There’s more than one type…”
A bead of sweat rolled down Rosy’s cheek as she realized that whatever the statues were, covered in moss and lichen, they were more diverse than she had realized having just encountered them. Yet it was the first type, the muscular arms and torso type, that suddenly appeared above her. “Uh oh…
“!?” Rosy made to move, but she couldn’t move her legs, and as she looked down, she saw a fine belt of crystals crawling up her torso, already having left everything from her waist down coated in Darkness. “Tempe~st!”
“Keep away from her!” Tempest yelled as his arm stretched past Rosy, and shot up, his claws shredding the green gem of the statue.
As another seed of light burst free, Tempest was prevented from grabbing Rosy as he retracted his arm as one of the floating eyes dropped down and rolled into him, winding up his arm like yo-yo string.
“Tempest!” Rosy shouted in horror, as she did not see any Rings fly free of his person as the spherical statue bowled over the black hedgehog. She could not get up to rush after him however as the crystals crawling up her reached her neck and began to glow red in response to Tempest’s obvious pain and anger. “Let me go so I can help him you dumb arm!”
For all of her shouting, Rosy could not move as even though her arms were not yet coated , they were as useless as limp noodles as the crystals began crawling out towards her hands too. Helpless to do anything, she flopped down in the freshly gown grass on the forest floor and lost her mouth to the crystals and Darkness. Struggling to look up, she saw the freed seed of light falling straight down towards her nose tip. But as the crystals crawled over that she could not even wriggle it to avoid the seed landing upon her nose.
“Look at each other!” a familiar female voice cried out from between Tempest and Rosy as in a flash of golden light a Ring appeared and magnified the space between the two hedgehogs. “It’s your only way out! Just trust me, please!”
Recognizing the voice of the fairy, Mote, Rosy noticed the beating wings of the yellow teardrop shaped creature beneath the Ring. But as the spreading crystals threatened to crawl over her eyes next, she focused on looking through the Ring, and met Tempest’s eyes just before the seed of light landed on the tip of her nose and the crystals crawled up over her eyes leaving her in Darkness after a flash of light.
Having enemies, but no means to fight left Rosy in a dire situation and made Tempest’s situation that much worse. Whether his arm’s attempted consumption of Rosy was to protect her or for some other purpose mattered not as it also served as an enemy in the moment of need for the two hedgehogs. After all, if Tempest could not collect another Ring before taking too much damage, the Rings could separate the two with Rosy lost to wherever she had fallen in the forest and Tempest brought to the last safe point the Rings remembered him at and whole. Unless there was something to the desperate attempt of the fairy to forge a Ring Bond between the two.★
EPISODE OF AMNESIA ISLAND III 05 - END
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#sonic the hedgehog#sonic au#sonic ring bond#sonic fan fiction#amy rose#au amy#ring bond amy#rosy the rascal#sonic ocs#tempest the black#mote the fairy
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♡SATURDAYS POST♡ (i was sick on Saturday so I'm posting it on Tuesday today)
☆○•《Ive been thirsting for Thoma for awhile now.. a man maid, I thought regular maids were cute, imagine having a man under your full control 😻💅》•○☆
Thoma,,
,,wants to travel to liyue for your anniversary, of course, that's not all of his intentions..
Cw: Dom/Sub, Fem!reader, in public/0n a ship, established relationship, classic one bed trope, implied breeding/breed kink
MINORS DNI
!!NSFW BELOW THE CUT!!
It was yours and Thoma's anniversary. The morning before, actually. You reached out to ring the bell that called him, but you had just noticed he was already there waiting for you in the doorway.
You both hadn't announced your relationship to anyone in the clan, it was a secret held between you and Thoma. Well, everyone who did know were always strangers. Your father had planned for you to get married to a man from sumeru, but you held it off.
Everyone in inazuma knew your face, so you and Thoma couldn't go on dates there.. Which is why, you and Thoma would end up traveling to mondstadt or liyue to avoid the stares and confusion.
Thoma helped you get dressed, sliding up your socks, putting on your boots, tying your middle piece up, all while asking you questions about breakfast, tea, and luggage. You looked normal aside from not wearing all the plates, armor, or extra things you don't need.
Thoma walked with you down the stairs to the dining hall, you usually ate with family, but your parents are working and your siblings are all at their own home with their S.O. "My lady, when will your departure be?"
You both had to leave for liyue at separate times to avoid suspicion.
"In around 2 hours, I must eat and bring my luggage to the docks, I do not want to miss the ship." You replied.
Thoma always had a quick response, it was a built in servant response.
"Would you like me to help carry your luggage?"
You thought about it, if you didn't day yes, the other maids would find it odd.
"Sure. Thank you."
"It really is a pleasure, my lady."
He had a harsh emphasis on 'my' so you turned to him and gave a harsh stare. You flung your head back when he chuckled and finished eating your breakfast.
After eating, you told the maids that they could have free time as long as you weren't there, so they could see their families too. They always admired you, you weren't rude like your parents who treated the maids like robots.
When the house became empty, you and Thoma finally dropped the act and snuggled.
"Are your bags ready packed?"
"Yes, I have them ready at the front gates. What time is it?"
Thoma shuffled out of bed to find a clock, just looking out the door and into the hallway.
"Um, may I ask when you're supposed to leave?"
"Around 2:30pm, why?"
Thoma gasped and looked at you.
"It's...2:27pm"
You shrieked and jumped out of bed. You grabbed Thomas wrist and bolted to the front door, unlocking and leaving the manor. You both rushed to the gate and slid through, no time to waste.
It was a dash to the ship, they should be leaving at 2:35 so you have 6 minutes or so. You ran down flights of stairs, took shortcuts through houses and noticed that they were just about to pick up the stairs that led onto the ship.
Thoma ran up and stopped them just in time. You both, still out of breath, dragged along your luggage to find your room number. You were expecting things to go smooth so you got a small twin sized mattress room secluded from the other rooms.
Thoma sighed and sat on the floor next to the bed, he seemed very tired. You sat on the bed, it wasn't the highest of quality but it was good enough to fall asleep on. Thoma looked up at you and finally spoke.
"That was.. so close. Tonight, I'll sleep on the floor so you may have the bed."
You felt gloomy..
"We can always share.. it's small but it's do-able."
Thoma chuckled and when you asked, he shrugged it off. You mainly just left to use the restroom and eat dinner when it was being served. After dinner, you asked Thoma when you'd be arriving. He didn't know, so he left to go ask the captain.
While he was gone, you pulled out some old books stored on a shelf. One had caught your attention, it had bold letters "DIARY" is what it said. You flipped to a random page, unexpected of the writing placed in it. Someone wrote some very.. erotic things and must have accidentally left it on the ship.
Your face turned a bright red and you threw the book into the trash..
Thoma ran in and let you know the time and that you'd arrive in 7 hours at the break of dawn. He then shot you a confused glare.
"Uh? Y/n? Is everything alright? Your face is red, are you burning up?"
The ship was fairly warm and humid.
"Um, yes. It must be the air, it is very humid out on the sea and I'm not really used to it."
Thoma seemed to agree and dropped the topic.
Later when night fell, you both had changed into your pajamas. He really only wore these cute bunny pants, you on the other hand wore a thin tank top and just underwear. You didn't expect to be with Thoma...
You both got ready to sleep and Thoma laid against the wall first, while you snuggled into him as he spooned and cuddled you.
Around an hour later, Thoma was already asleep and you were dreaming.
The dream was a visual representation of that diary you had read earlier... you were the writer and Thoma was the lover. In the dream, Thoma was kissing you and licking down your neck. Your face was red when you looked, only to see Thoma naked and you stilled clothed.
Thoma gripped your breasts while exploring your mouth, one hand on your right book and his other hand holding your arms up. You whimpered and squirmed, feeling the heat growing in your underwear. You moaned and he ripped of your clothing, allowing free access to your skin underneath the clothes.
You wiggled around, the cold air hitting your nipples and making them harden. Thoma felt this so he shoved his fingers in your mouth while he sucked your chest, gently biting your nipple, which made you shriek with excitement, pain, and arousal all at the same time.
Until you woke up. Thoma still spooning you while asleep aside from his hand placement shifting from your belly to your chest. It felt nice so you didn't move his hand away. You slowly reached your own hand down to your pussy. You recall the dream to well, he felt so good.
You felt a small bit of cum pool in your panties, nothing really happened and you were already so wet for Thoma. You let your fingers slip into your panties and felt around.
You slipped your middle finger between your folds and found your clit. You jumped just a bit when you started to rub it, sending you an enormous amount of arousal. You started to go faster and felt your heat rise. Just recalling the dream.. it sure was alot to handle.
You subconsciously put Thoma's fingers into your mouth, drooling all over them and sucking them. You wanted to to be just like the dream. You felt a rise and then you felt the orgasm..
During your high you whimpered a bit and shoved yor legs together to stop it was dripping. You were so caught up in it that you never felt Thomas hard-on straining through his pants. Thomas hand pulled away from your breast and grabbed your cum covered hand.
You were shocked and yelped, especially after he smirked and licked all of your juices off your finger. You blushed and didn't know what to say.
"You could have just woken me and asked, but I guess this is a nice surprise too, my lady."
He grinded his cock on your ass, groaning as he did it because you shoved back too. You purposely rubbed against him to tease him, his favorite part about you.
He accidentally let out a moan and you squeezed your legs together. He gripped you thigh and held it up, allowing easy access inside. He put his finger into your panties, slipping his finger through your folds.
"So wet.. and it's all for me?"
You moaned and nodded.
He flipped you over and pinned your hands above your head, you can feel him slip between your legs and his boner rubbing against you.
"You made me like this, baby. Seems like you have to deal with the consequences..."
You couldn't take the high anymore and started to beg.
"Thoma please! Give it to me.. please~"
"Awh you know I can't resist you when you give me those adorable puppy eyes.."
Thoma carefully slid pff his pants and pulled back your underwear, allowing him full control of your pussy.
He slid the tip between your folds to lubricate it, you were wet already so it wasn't gonna be any problem.
You winced once you felt the tip enter your hole, he wasn't super long but the girth was so worth it. You whimpered and he grinned at you, pushing it more in just to see your face.
He stopped pinning you and grabbed onto your thighs to separate them for more room inside of you. He was coming in and out at a rapid pace, moving your body up and down with every thrust.
You gripped your hands on his arms hoping for some kinda of stability.
"You like being filled with my cock? On the outside you're so.. ngh- sweet, but on the inside you're filthy and.. ah- only I know it."
Thoma smirked and bent down to kiss your cheek.
"Aren't I just the luckiest servant in the world, my lady?"
He whispered into your ear, just then, he hit your gspot and you tilted your head backwards. He made you feel so full, you were seeing stars.
Thoma came soon after, painting your womb with his cum and fingering you to push it back in.
"Hmm, how beautiful our daughter will be."
You joked and responded sarcastically.
"How do you know its gonna be a g-"
Before you could completely finish, he grabbed your chin and pulled it closer to his.
"Because if it's not, I'll have to just pump you full over and over again." He said before kissing you on the lips longer than usual, intertwining your tongue with his.
"I'll go get some wrags to clean up the mess, after all, I am your servant aren't I right, my lady?"
#genshin smut#genshin impact#smut writer#writers#my writing#writing smut#thoma x reader#fem reader#thoma smut#breed kink#TEZZY♡LOVEZ
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Pretty Boy
Pairing: Armin Arlert x Reader (NSFW, Minors DNI)
Summary: Armin takes an interest that feels a little taboo but when you’re so accomodating with him he can’t help but lower his guard a little, and so do you.
Word Count: 4.6k
Content: Modern AU, College Armin, Armin is a Nerd, Crossdressing, Riding, Subby Armin, Premature Ejaculation, Kissing, Raw sex, Begging, Soft Bullying, Vaginal Sex
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“Armin…you’re gorgeous.”
Your breath was tight in your chest as you took a step back and took him in. You had barely needed to change much. A little blush on his already rosy cheeks, the mascara only really darkened his already long lashes. Granted, you may have taken some artistic licence by giving him a generous wing with copper eyeliner (to compliment the blue in his eyes) and a smattering of freckles, a dash of highlighter here or there. You hadn’t even needed to touch the concealer and it felt like a sin to cover his skin in foundation, it was soft as a babe and just as smooth. How had you never noticed how clear his damn skin was? Did he take good care of it or was it just all the time he spent indoors?
“Um, thank you.” His cheeks noticeably flushed as he cast his eyes downward, pulling at the hem of the skirt. It only drew your eyes to his thighs. True, he still had leg hair there, but if he wanted to make this convincing it would be simple enough to remove it.
You swallowed dryly, forcing your eyes back up to his, “Do you like it?”
Armin leaned in close to the full length mirror, touching his face as he stared in awe, “I look like a completely different person. It’s…not what I expected. It looks a lot more natural than on Drag Race.” He twisted his body in the mirror, smoothing over the fabric around his waist and smiled at himself, “I look quite pretty, though.”
“Does it fit alright?” You asked, eyeing the top. He’d been too nervous to try it on in the thrift store so it was an estimated size, it hugged him tightly and you weren’t sure if it was too small. You reached for the fabric, running your fingertips underneath the hem to test the give. Armin yelped and you withdrew your hand quickly.
“Sorry!” You held your offending hands up in a panicked gesture. That’s right, he’s not a girlfriend who’s come over to try on some clothes. You can’t just adjust his clothes or touch him like that. The reminder that he was in fact, a man, made you flustered all over again.
“No…it’s okay. It just startled me. I-it’s tighter than my usual clothes but it’s not uncomfortable.” He smoothed over the top with his palms, rubbing his red cheeks before pulling away suddenly and checking he hadn’t rubbed off any make up in the mirror.
You sat on the bed with a sigh, “We could take some pictures if you like. It seems a waste to get you all dressed up just to take it off.”
Armin spun around, a bright smile on his face, “That’s a great idea! I’ll get my camera!”
He was already opening the door before you could protest, slipping out as you gaped at the door slowly closing shut behind him. You waited a few moments before Armin returned, blushing red right to the tips of his ears and clutching the camera tightly to his chest.
“You…you forgot what you looked like, didn’t you?” You asked quietly.
“Yeah…” He smiled weakly, “Reiner…”
“Did he say anything?”
“N-no…” He shook his head, “He just stared at me.”
“Are you okay?”
“Maybe he didn’t recognise me?” Armin looked down as he fiddled with the camera, a hopeful lilt to his voice.
“Yeah, probably.” Even Reiner isn’t that stupid. You changed the subject quickly, taking the camera out of his hands. “Shall we take some pictures, then?”
You had no clue how he was supposed to pose or if the lighting was good, but honestly it didn’t matter. Now Armin was comfortable, he was much happier. He had been so nervous about this to begin with. You had to do the make up first with the promise that it would wipe off straight away if he changed his mind before he would even consider putting the clothes on, but now he seemed a lot more confident that you weren’t doing this to prank him. Armin’s smile was infectious and it wasn’t long before the two of you were giggling like teenage girls doing a fashion shoot in their bedroom after school. It didn’t take much to make Armin look good either, his slim figure and pretty face looked good no matter what position he was in.
When you had first met Armin you would never have expected that this is how you would be spending time together but seeing Armin smile more now more than you had in the whole time you shared a dorm with him definitely made it worth it.
“I never get this sort of stuff, they look like clowns.” Reiner gave a halfhearted frown, waving a hand dismissively at the TV.
You opened your mouth to retort but Armin cut you off, “That’s a pretty outdated opinion, Reiner. Drag is actually a whole art form and has a lot of history.”
You both gaped at Armin, who hadn’t taken his eyes off the screen. Once you had recovered from your surprise you turned back to Reiner, “Yeah. What he said.”
Reiner scoffed, “Whatever, I’m going out.” He pushed himself off the sofa, leaving the door of the shared kitchen to swing shut after he left.
“Idiot. Well, at least you have taste, Armin.” It was probably the first compliment you’d ever paid Armin. He was polite but the more you got to know him the more you found him a little pretentious, not that you had spoken to him much since arriving in dorms. Five other housemates, each with their own bedroom ensuite and a shared kitchen. Of the six of you, he was probably the one who kept to himself the most and didn’t often come out of his room much less chitchat. You did, however, share a few classes with him. That’s how you’d found out he was a bit of a know-it-all. It meant he was useful to have around during tricky assignments but asking him for help was a little awkward, due to him being quiet. Honestly he just seemed a little nerdy, which is why you were surprised he sat down to watch TV in the first place.
“Oh…thank you?” He flushed.
It was a pleasant surprise, the other two girls in your dorm weren’t really a fan of the same TV shows you watched. Maybe you and Armin could be friends after all. You smiled, turning back to the TV, “So who’s your favourite?”
Themed nights out were so cringy. So why were you all in the thrift store rifling through racks for an acceptable 60s costume? Reiner and Jean had even dragged poor Armin along. You spotted Armin’s blond head bobbing as he hovering around the racks looking completely lost and sighed. He didn’t exactly seem like the clubbing type so he probably had no idea what to pick usually let alone for a theme. You made your way over to him, glancing at the dark fabric he was holding.
“Do you want some help?” You asked, thinking what he was holding was far too gloomy for a decent 60s costume.
Armin jumped and spun around, eyes round, “I-I was just looking!” He said it far too quickly, like it was rehearsed.
“What are you…?” You smirked, amused at his dramatic reaction and watched as he hastily tried to stuff the clothes he was holding back unsuccessfully into the rack. Now that you were looking at it properly it was obviously a skirt.
“Wait.” You said, placing your hands on the hanger gently, “Can I see?”
Armin gave you a pleading look but didn’t resist when you smiled, taking the skirt out of his hands. It was a dark pleated number, quite short but cute none-the-less. You held the skirt up as you looked at it thoughtfully.
“Want to try it on?” You asked mildly.
Armin was distractedly looking around, the others were all engrossed in a colourful rack across the store. “Oh…but that’s for a girl.”
“So? If you like it just try it on.”
“It…probably won’t look very good on me. I don’t really know what I’m doing with this sort of thing.” He pulled the sleeves of his blue sweater over his hands, as if covering more of himself would help him disappear.
“I can help. I don’t mind.” You smiled reassuringly, looking back at the skirt. It looked around the right size for him as well. It was a little risque for yourself to wear outside but if you were to wear it you could imagine it going well with a light coloured crop top, some chunky boots, maybe a knitted cardigan would look pretty cute with it too. You definitely had some accessories that would go well with that kind of look he could borrow. “We could get you a top too if you like.”
Armin hesitantly looked back at the skirt in your hands, licking his lips nervously as he regarded you. If he was looking for any indication that you were teasing him he wouldn’t find any.
“Would you take it to the register if I give you the money?” He finally asked quietly.
“It’s on me. Let’s find some stuff to go with it.” You went straight to the tops and Armin looked over your shoulder as he restlessly watched you rifle through the racks. You soon found what you were looking for and pulled it out, holding it against Armin’s chest. He was a little broader than a girl his height would usually be but it should work.
“Do you want to try this stuff on?” You asked.
“Not here.” He blanched, “Can we just try it on at the flat? We can always take it back if it doesn't fit, right?”
“Okay, don’t worry about it.” You grinned, gathering up the clothes in your arms, “But we should also find something for you to wear on the 60s night.”
Armin groaned, “Do we have to? I don’t even know if I want to go to that.”
“If I have to, you do too.”
“That’s a good one.” Armin smiled as he pointed to himself laying on the bed on the camera screen. Your eyes lingered on his lashes, now concealed by his usual glasses. He had kept them off for the pictures but needed them to look through them. It was amazing how much of a difference just taking off his glasses and styling his chin length hair did. He made a really cute girl.
Armin looked up when you didn’t respond, peering at you with big blue eyes. God, with those freckles he looked very fawn-like.
You cleared your throat, trying to find something to say, “Oh, uh, you have a bit of mascara…”
“Where?” He asked, touching the wrong side of his face.
“It’s fine, I can just…” You lifted his glasses and swiped the smudge with your thumb but it stubbornly smeared under his eye, “Hang on.” You flick your tongue out of your mouth and lick the tip of your thumb, leaning closer for a better look. It’s only when you try to wet the mark and try to gently rub it off when you notice how red Armin’s face has gotten as he blinked, trying to look anywhere but right in front of him. Was he nervous about being so close to you? Cute.
Your eyes meet his; he looked too sweet when he looks at you from underneath his lashes like that. It’s hard to look away, even. You find yourself trapped in his bright blue eyes, smeared makeup forgotten. The only thing that breaks you from your trance is his pink tongue quickly slipping in between his lips, wetting them. The little motion had your heart in your throat. His mouth looked soft. Absentmindedly you licked your own lips, Armin watched your mouth move intently. Your lips slightly parted as you tried to summon words from your throat, you were acutely aware that you had been staring too long. You needed to say something, lean away at least, but you for some reason you just couldn’t bring yourself to move away..
Armin murmured your name, it was so quiet you barely heard it even with how close you were. He tilted his head slightly to bump your nose against his, so close you could feel his hot breath fanning your lips a hair breadth away. All you would need to do is just move forward a centimetre. No, less than that. You closed your eyes and grazed your mouth against his lightly. He really was soft. Armin gasped softly into the kiss, you were about to pull away when his hand gripped your shirt tightly and pulled you closer. You ran your fingers through his hair, pushing it past his ear. You briefly wondered what kind of conditioner he used as you pushed into the kiss instinctively. Your hand knocked the forgotten camera to your side as you leant forward and moved to stabilise yourself, fingers brushing Armin’s thigh. He let out a muffled noise against your mouth, opening his mouth and running his tongue gingerly over your bottom lip.
He was soft and gentle, like he was testing the waters. Even when you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss his tongue only flicked timidly against yours, not daring to go too deep. It was infuriating. If he wouldn’t take the lead you would. You slowly slid your tongue further inside, savouring the way he gave a little surprised pant into your mouth. Armin squirmed as you took your time massaging his tongue, sucking it, only pulling away to nip at his lips while he caught his breath.
Armin moved his face away and pulled at his skirt between the two of you with a frustrated little grunt. You quietly watched him with a dazed expression, taking in the blush that had crept down his neck. It took you a second to follow his gaze to his lap, your eyes widening at the very clear lump in his skirt. It was obvious no matter how much he tried to push it down by pulling on his clothes.
“Oh. Armin, it’s okay.” You said softly.
“S-sorry.” He worried his lip between his teeth. He was clearly embarrassed, so why did it make you want to push him further? Was he inexperienced, getting hard over this? Knowing the state he was in underneath that thin pleated fabric was creating an enticing image in your mind.
You placed your hand gently on the hem his fingers tightly clung to, the other resting on his hip, “It’s okay, can I see?”
His nose crinkled in the most endearing way as he winced, “I didn’t…”
“Didn’t, what?” You asked, leaning closer as he mumbled panicked words quickly.
“Didn’t…wear underwear.” There was nowhere for him to hide his face but the crook of your neck, his skin felt hot against your skin.
“Oh.”
He muttered quick excuses against your jaw, “The skirt didn’t sit right over my boxers…it didn’t seem right to ask to borrow your underwear…” Honestly, you weren’t listening anymore, you held the back of his head as your eyes dipped to the hem he still clung to. You watched your own fingers as they slowly pried his from the skirt and nudged the fabric upwards. Armin whimpered feebly as you slowly pushed the fabric up his thighs, was it rubbing against him? The thought only made you more excited to look. He got this way just from a kiss? You knew he was a bit of a recluse but was he really that touch-starved? Or was the clothing affecting it? Soon you had the skirt bunched at his hips, bulge evident in the crumpled fabric. You couldn’t resist running your hand over the concealed length.
A choked moan burst from Armin as his hips twitched into your hand, his fingers digging into your clothes as he stuttered, “N-no!”
“No?” You frowned, pausing as he rutted into your hand. It soon became clear what he meant when a damp patch began to spread through the thin fabric of the skirt.
“Armin…did you just…”
“..orry…m sorry…I didn’t…” He sniffed into your shoulder, completely mortified.
“Armin.” You shifted him off your shoulder, forcing him to face you with two hands either side of his cheeks. He wouldn’t even look at you, his eyes were glassy as he turned away with his pink lips pressed into a thin line, “Armin, you’re so cute.”
It was like a switch was turned on for you, he was just so incredibly sensitive and reactive to everything you were doing. He got a hard on just from kissing, he came almost as soon as you touched him through his clothes. Was this that exciting for him? Your mind was racing, if this was how he reacted to the bare minimum how would he behave if you did more?
Armin was startled enough at your sudden compliment to meet your eye, “...Cute?”
You hummed a response against his neck, lips pressed in the perfect place to feel his throat bob as he swallowed. Your hands had found his skirt again, bunching up the fabric in your fist and pulling it tightly to his hip.
Armin ground against the material with a soft gasp as it rubbed tightly against him. As fast as he’d cummed the first time it hadn’t seemed to have helped him much, it didn’t look like his cock had gone down at all. The both of you watched as you lifted the skirt, revealing an almost painful looking erection. His wet tip was flushed and still connected to the skirt through a sticky string of cum struggling to hold on.
You covered your mouth and groaned. It was too much. Seeing nerdy little Armin dressed up in a slutty skirt, cock twitching as he couldn’t turn his flustered face to make eye contact with you. You wanted to do so much to him, tease more of those flustered little noises from him. The thick pounding in your cunt was making you impatient however and as much as you wanted to bully him more you wanted to move things along.
“Armin.” You breathed, pushing him gently onto his back as you clambered onto him. His hair splayed behind his head like a golden halo, “Do you want to have sex?”
You were already flicking open the buttons of your jeans as his eyes widened, “Sex?! Are you sure?”
Your fingers dipped into your pants confirming what you already knew, the thin material of your underwear was clinging to your cunt but sliding an experimental finger in between them surprised even yourself at how wet you were. It made you chuckle slightly, weren't you just so amazed that he could be so turned on by so little? He hadn’t even touched you yet but had probably made just as much of a mess on your clothes as he had. “Yeah, you want to?”
Armin gave a nervous looking nod as you shucked your pants, you were too impatient to remove your underwear too and slid it to the side as you positioned yourself over him. You pushed the skirt over his stomach, exposing him completely.
Armin caught your hand hesitantly, “Wait! Straight away? Don’t I need a c-c-condom or something?”
“Nah, I’m on something for that.” Would you usually insist on more foreplay before something like this? Yes, but you hadn’t been this wet in a long time and honestly? The thought of watching his face twist as you sunk down on him was too delicious of a thought.
“But what about-” He squeaked, but you were already sheathing his tip inside of you. You didn’t stop until your hips sat flushed against his. His wide eyes blinked as his mouth opened in a silent scream, frozen still with his hand gripping yours tightly.
“Breath.” You let out a shaky breath of your own as you got used to the feel of him suddenly inside you, twitching around him as you shifted.
Armin took a sudden, sharp inhale. Chest falling and rising rapidly as he expelled wobbly breaths, “Oh! I’ve never…done it like this before.”
“Raw?” You chuckled, grinding your hips against his, “I’m honestly surprised you’ve done it at all.”
“I’m not-Ah! …virgin.” He writhed underneath you, hands grasping at whatever he could reach as you rocked on him. His fingers dug into the fat of your hips and you weren’t sure if he was trying to push you off or urge you on.
“Could have fooled me.” Your lips pulled back into a grin but the fire spreading down your thighs took it away, mouth opening to let out a moan as you ground down hard on him. Your hands gripped his waist to stabilise yourself as you chased the sweet feeling blooming in your cunt as you rolled your hips into his.
Needy little whines bubbled from Armin’s lips, “Please…can’t cum like this.”
“Need to cum again already? Let me have my turn.” You exhaled harshly, gyrating faster on him. Your knees were shaking with the effort but you were single minded at this point. Armin squirmed underneath you trying to get any movement of his hips but you had him pinned under your weight, he had little choice but to let you use him like a toy to get off. And what a pretty toy he was, the mascara that had started off a little smudged was now rimming his bottom lid from repeatedly squeezing his eyes shut. The lip gloss smeared over his lips where you had kissed him. He bit his lip desperately with a frustrated groan as you leaned forward and pressed your chest against his, tongue finding the dip in his clavicle as you placed a wet kiss there.
“Armin…” You moaned, feeling yourself tightening around him. You stilled with him completely inside, heel of your palm pushed against your twitching clit as low groans rumbled in your throat. Your teeth found his neck and he whimpered feebly at the feeling of you clenching him over and over again. You took a moment, waiting for the pulsing to stop before you started moving again.
Armin jolted underneath you, cock twitching dangerously as you started again, “Wait a second! Give me a minute.”
“Nope.” You murmured against his neck, hooking the tops of your feet over his thighs for better leverage before lifting yourself off him halfway and pushing him back inside you.
“Oh god!” Armin wailed as you rocked a continuous pace on him, “Please, yes! Thank you…!”
You huffed out a laugh-turned-moan as he grabbed your hips pushing you desperately to move faster. Didn’t he just ask you to slow down?
“D-don’t laugh. I can feel it.” He whined, bucking his hips eagerly. He couldn’t do much with your weight on him but now you were moving he could at least fuck into you a little bit.
His protests were only making you laugh more, “Does it feel good?”
“So good.” He panted, crying out loudly when you purposely squeezed him, “Don’t stop.”
“You’d make a pretty girl, Armin. You even kind of sound like one.” You smiled, wrapping your fingers around his soft jaw and planting a wet kiss on his mouth and filling it with your tongue before he could form a retort. His weak whines in your mouth only spurred on your hips. God, he was so loud. Just how loud could you make him get? When you pulled away to pant for breath you could feel a string of saliva snap and stick to his chin.
Armin wiped his mouth, pushing his head back into the duvet, “Ugh, p-please!”
“So polite.” You said breathlessly, blowing your hot breath in the shell of his ear and earning a high-pitched whimper as he matched his thrusts with the roll of your hips. His movements were starting to get jerky, breath faltering the more this carried on. You shivered at the slightly cold slap of his skin against yours, a coating of your own juices having spread into his hair and over his bare hips. He was fucking into you as fast as you would let him, his balls slapping your ass as he groaned loudly. He was an absolute mess and you loved it. His cock rubbed your g-spot with every shove into you and you were starting to lose control of how you twitched around him. Whimpers of your own to match his erupted from your lips, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum again.”
“I can’t…!” Armin keened, arching his hips from the bed to fuck into you desperately as his eyes rolled back with a completely gormless expression. The sight of him would have been almost ridiculous if it wasn’t such a massive turn on to see him completely lose it.
He looked so hot like this, fucked stupid underneath you. You had never really considered yourself a dominant person but for him? It felt far too good. Once might not be enough. You whined as you fucked yourself on his twitching cock, Armin uttering broken moans helplessly underneath you. Your oversensitive cunt rippled around him, hips stuttering with the force of the climax crashing into you like waves.
It took a second for you to catch your breath, Armin still inside you as he laid there limply gasping on the bed. You shuddered as you lifted yourself off him and rolled over next to him, a gradual silence settling between the two of you broken only by the occasional sigh.
“That was…” You croaked. Even if you knew the exact words to describe what had just happened you didn’t have the motivation to add them together into a sentence.
“Yeah.” Armin whispered, seemingly comprehending what you meant immediately.
You had helped Armin wash up afterwards, making sure to wash off all the messy makeup and catching a much needed shower. He was more than a little nervous to share a shower with you (“We weren’t fully naked before!”) but seemed to calm a bit when you turned him around and offered to wash his hair. You were glad to see that despite returning to his original clothes he didn’t seem to have lost that bright smile. He thanked you more than once (“Thank you for doing all this with me…and, um, for…”) but for the most part he seemed a lot more comfortable around you.
You sat in the shared kitchen with him, a bowl of afternoon cereal each as you discussed what else he might like to wear.
The conversation died when another tall blond entered the kitchen, “Oh, hey Reiner.”
“Hey.” He nodded curtly, continuing quickly, “Did you have a friend over earlier?”
“No…why?” You frowned.
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with an irritated expression. “There was a mystery girl in the hall before, she was unbelievably hot.”
You choked on your cereal, spluttering as Armin patted you on the back.
“The fucks wrong with you?” He grimaced, disgusted.
“Nothing.” You coughed, glancing sideways at Armin’s flushed expression underneath his glasses, “Hot girl, you say?”
“Yeah, I’ve been trying to track her down all afternoon. Mikasa and Sasha don’t know who she was either. I even asked Jean. She was like Historia but with shorter hair. Real cute.” He leaned on the kitchen counter with a pensive expression.
“She’s probably out of your league then.” You snorted.
Reiner tutted, “You're never any help. Where have you even been? I’ve been asking around since I saw her, I thought for sure she was with you.” He gestured at you, “I guess I could have asked Armin too but, well…”
Armin sulked, “They’re definitely out of your league.”
You laughed and Reiner looked between the two of you, baffled, “Oh, fuck you guys.”
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It’s exam season where I am right now and I can’t stop thinking about tutor!Mingyu helping you study for your final late at night. There would be a lot of tension already due to your “harmless” flirting. He finally snaps when he sees you grab a book of the bottom shelf. That’s how you end up with him taking you against the book case, holding onto you as best as he can with one of your legs over his shoulders. He’d be all smug too saying, “I was going to reward you after you finished exams but I don’t think I can wait any longer baby.” ☠️
-Mingyu Size Anon
WELCOME BACK DEAR MINGYU SIZE ANON <333
no bcs this mingyu as your tutor RAIL ME SIR😩
You call him around late evening, because your anxiety is skyrocketing, despite having revised the entire material of that class, yet you can't help but worry about tomorrow's exam. Mingyu hits your doorbell and you open the door, flashing his smile while coming inside.
"Please tell me you're not worried about the finals and you just want to hang out with me", he chuckles, as he loosens his tie. "I'm really sorry, Gyu, I just can't help it", you apologize, guilt eating you away, knowing he had extra work as a TA in the university you were studying.
"No need to apologize, I like spending time with you anyways", he laughs and your heart does flip-flops at his dashing smile. Yes, you had developed a crush on the TA of your professor. Way to go, Y/N.
"So, what's the chapter you wanted to revise?", he asks you while pulling out his laptop and fixing his metal frame glasses effortlessly. "J-Just a general revision of the class...", you mumble fiddling with the hem of your sweater dress. "Oh my, you really are anxious about tomorrow", he rubs his neck, "Hope you have energy to stay up all night".
Two espressos and four hours later, you have fully revised the entire material twice and your anxiety for the exam has shimmered down considerably.
But the tension between you and Mingyu has gone through the roof.
To be completely honest, it was almost impossible to resist someone like him. He literally had everything - looks, brains, personality, social skills. And God, that smile of his made you weak in the knees.
"I think it's enough for tonight, Y/N, don't wanna tire you out with these equations", Mingyu chuckles as he lays back on the chair, stretching his thick arms above his head. You notice how his shirt tightens around his pecs and you dart your tongue to wet your lips unconsciously.
"Thank you for helping me out, Gyu. You're my hero", you giggle and touch his bare forearm with your hand. Mingyu exhales shakily, as he feels your soft fingertips on his skin, trying to suppress the not so innocent thoughts and images of you. "Guess I should let you go now, right? I tortured you long enough", you laugh nervously as you close your book and bend down to put it on the lowest shelf of your book case.
Your sweater dress rides up significantly and you give Mingyu a full view of your bare legs and your lace-covered ass. He bites his bottom lip, eyes fixated on your body and his cock now fully hard from the very enticing view you're giving him. He mentally curses himself but ends up throwing his self-control out of the window, as he rips his glasses off his face and places his hands on your hips, making you yelp.
"M-Mingyu? What are you doing?", you half mewl as he rubs his bulge on your clothed core, breathing heavily. "Something that I wanted to do for a long time", he groans and flips you around, now facing you, your back on the book case. He takes off the tie from his neck and unbuttons his shirt, revealing his defined chest and golden abs. "God, that fucking dress of yours makes me wanna rail you so hard you'll only know my name when you wake up", he licks his lips as he ties your wrists together with his necktie.
"G-Gyu...", you whimper as he pulls down your panties and pushes your dress up, revealing your already wet pussy. "Yes, baby?", he frees his hard cock from his slacks, pumping it slowly, making you salivate at his impressive thickness and length.
"Please fuck me stupid".
He pushes inside your pussy immediately, stretching you like none other guy has ever stretched you before - and you fucking love that dull sting. "Fuck, you're so damn tight", he moans and throws your left leg over his shoulder, the new position hitting you deeper than before. "Oh God, Gyu, you're s-so deep...", you let out a lewd moan and that's all it takes to set a brutal pace, ramming your insides.
"Fuck, I can't believe I was waiting to fuck you after your exams, but -nngh!- you looked so cute in that sweater dress, baby, all I could think of was your pretty legs wrapped around me as I rail your tight cunt", he licks a stripe on your neck, lips on your jawline. "G-Good thing you l-lost your p-patience then", you whimper as he hammers your g-spot repeatedly, bringing you closer to your orgasm.
"Are you cumming, baby? Will you cream my fat cock?", he presses his fingers on your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud rapidly. "Ah, ahh! Yes yes, I'm cumming, Gyu!", you scream.
"Good girl, let's see how full can I get your pussy tonight, will you keep my cum in you until tomorrow? Better focus on your exam, baby and I'll fuck you twice as hard if you pass with a full mark, okay?".
Let's say you passed the exam and forgot how to walk the night after ;)
#good luck on your exams bby!!#wishing you the best of results💕#mingyu smut#svt mingyu#kim mingyu#svt smut#seventeen smut#svt hard hours#seventeen#mingyu size anon
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Can I request RE8 women (Lady D 、Donna...etc,you can pick who you want to write!)be protected by a human who wear full Knight's armor,use sword and sheild to fight,and they think that knight is a man.
But one day, that knight take off the helmet,and they are wrong,the knight is a woman.👩 ⚔
Sorry if I misspelled something, English is not my first language.
Broken Truth (Sharpening my sword): Hm, Dimitrescu or Donna... Dimitrescu or Donna... Hm... Why not both? Let the words weave together!
[Mother Miranda's Chapel - During A Lord Meeting]
"Thus, it would be better if you all were to... Alcina!" The Raven Winged Woman yelled out all of a sudden, causing the regal woman to jolt in her seat and almost drop her cigarette.
"Huh?! What?! Yes, Mother Miranda?" She asked as she looked at the woman in the golden mask.
"In case you forgot where you are - we are in the middle of a meeting and you are allowing your mind to wander instead of remaining focused. Care to explain why you are so distracted?" Miranda asked as she folded her arms with a glare under her mask.
"Please, forgive me, Mother Miranda - I was still...trying to analyze something that happened yesterday. You see - a few of the village's man-things decided to attack my castle." Alcina began.
"What's new about that? You report an attack on your castle once every two to three weeks; what makes this one so different that it's distracting you from the meeting?" Miranda asked.
"Well, Mother Miranda - It wasn't the event itself but the person who came out of nowhere and slaughtered all of the opposers." Alcina said with a slight blush on her face.
"Person? What person?" Miranda asked.
"Well... A Knight."
[Flashback - The Day Before - Attack On Castle Dimitrescu]
Once again - the reckless males of the village gathered again to attack the residents of the grand castle that overshadowed their home, but there were more of them than last time. The full moon shined over the castle, lighting the area around the - there were at least 50 or 60 humans there; armed with farming equipment or small handguns. Alcina and her Daughters were standing before the grand door of their castle - claws and sickles ready - the first man who held a pitchfork made a dash for the eldest daughter but before he could even get close to her, the silhouette of a caped figure shrouded the light of the moon before the figure came crashing down in the middle; acting as a bridge between The Dimitrescus and the Opposers.
The figure rose to their feet and the light of the moon made their features known to all. They were tall - at least 7 feet tall - dressed in a black metal armor that bore wolves on the shoulders and in the chest plate, the eyes of the wolves had rubies for eyes; even the helmet was in the likeness of a wolf and the back of the legs had a tail made of fur - was it real or did the wearer hunt down a beast and take its tail as a trophy. By their side, the pommel of the sword shined in the moonlight and even that was a wolf.
"Who the hell are you?!" The man said.
"Silence, you waste of flesh and blood." A deep voice came from the helmet, making the man flinch - a male was in that suit? That would explain the height. "You dare rally drunken minds to harm your masters? You have no honor and thus no worth, therefore..." His hand came over his side and wrapped around the handle of the sword before slowly pulling it out of its case, "You have no lost your privilege of life for even having the thought of harming House Dimitrescu!" He howled as he darted at the crowd of men with the speed of a beast on the hunt.
With a single swing of his sword - the first 10 men were killed. Alcina and her daughters watched in awe as this armored man slaughtered men who harm on the Dimitrescu Family. With another slash of the massive blade, 8 more were killed. He kept at it until the last man - the one who poisoned all the others to fight a losing battle; he was shivering and dropped his weapon as the tall man walked over to him, his armor and sword dripping with the blood of his lackeys.
"You are the orchestrator of this madness - the one who weaved chaos and delusion into the hearts and minds of these men." He growled as he raised the bloody blade over his head. "It is your fault that wives have become widows, children grow without parental guidance, and fathers...bury their sons; let that weigh on your mind...as you face your creator for judgment." The sword came crashing down upon the man - slicing him right down the middle.
"That...THAT WAS AWESOME!!" The excited cry of the youngest Dimitrescu Daughter as she buzzed over to the knight and began asking him questions: Where did he come from? Where he learned to fight like that? Where he got his sword and armor? If he could teach her how to fight? The Armored Man just stared at her.
"Daniela, that's enough." Alcina said as she cleared her throat and walked over to her daughter and savior, "I thank you for your but assistance but my daughters and I could have handled them." Alcina said.
"A Lady of your stature doesn't need to sully herself with dirt - it's not worth your time or the time of your daughters. Your time is precious and should be wasted with trivial matters such as this." He said before turning on his heel and jumped so high that he was once again cast in the moon's shadow before he fell in the forest somewhere, leaving the daughters and Lady of the castle just standing there...with a light blush on the lady's face.
[End of Flashback]
"HA HA HA HA HA! Lady Super-Sized Bitch has a crush! Oh, this is so rich!" Heisenberg laughed to the point he almost fell out of his seat.
"Silence, you stupid man-thing! You're just mad that he is more of a man than you will ever be!" Alcina roared at her brother who was going to shout back when...
"Hold on, ya talking that a tall dude - black armor with wolves all over it?" Angie asked from Donna's Lap; Alcina looked at her confused.
"Yes, that's my knight." She said.
The doll burst out laughing.
"Your Knight?! That's Donna's Knight! He saved her just last week!" Angie smiled.
"WHAT?!" Alcina yelled - jealousy clear in her voice.
"Yeah - it was late one night; we were looking for a plant that grew on the edge of the valley wall when..."
[Flashback - The Valley of Mist]
"AHHH!" The Dollmaker cried out as the rock under her feet broke away and she began to fall down into the misty darkness of the valley she called her home - tears in her eyes, reaching for the growing moon in the sky that seemed to get smaller and smaller with each second. She closed her eye, waiting for the sudden impact that would end her life of misery when she felt another force - an arm secured itself around her waist and she was pressed a cold chest, she kept her eye closed until she came to a stop and slowly opened them when she came face-to-face with a metal face in a wolf snarl.
"Are you alright, my lady? That would have been quite an unpleasant fall." The deep voice spoke from the metal wolf's locked jaws - Donna's eyes widened at the shining [E/C] eyes that looked back at her from the holes in the helmet.
"I...I am alright." Donna's voice came in a whisper.
"That is good to hear. Now, let's get you back to your companion." The Wolfish Knight said as he looked up and lunged himself up the wall with one clawed hand while holding Donna with the other, refusing to let her go. The moment they reached the top, Angie ran up to them.
"Donna! Are you alright?" She yelled.
"Worry not, Little Angel; your mother is safe, I was not going to let anything happen to her." The Knight said.
"Who are you?" Angie asked.
"I have no name, Little One." The Knight said as he held his hand out to Angie, "Now, take my hand and I'll get both of you back home, it gets rather dangerous around her at this time of night." He said.
Angie looked at the black clawed gauntlet for a moment before she took it and was pulled into an embrace and sat in her mother's lap before the knight rose to his full height and carried the woman bridal style before jumping into the trees - leaping through them like a Forest Cat - before falling to the ground in front of Beneviento Manor and sat them both on their feet. The knight gave them a nod before turning away and leaping away once again - gone from their sight.
[End of Flashback]
"Well...Just because she knew him first doesn't mean that she can have him." Alcina said.
"And what makes you think you deserve him? He saved us first and Donna even saw his eyes; you didn't have a decent conversation with them." Angie said.
"He is my knight and I shall not let anyone take him from me, not even my little sister." Alcina growled at Angie.
"Hey, you can't claim him for yourself if he doesn't want you!" Donna said as she rose from her seat.
"And what makes you think he wants you, little dollmaker?" Alcina smirked.
"I don't know what he wants but if he were here, I would as him!"
Oh, fate - how you be a lady.
The Window above Mother Miranda's head caved inward and two figures came crashing into the stone floor of Mother Miranda's Chapel - the first being one of Karl's Massive Lycans - The Varcolac - and...
THE KNIGHT?!
He was holding the beast by its head as it tried to sink its teeth into his armor. The Varcolac's hand lashed out and knocked the knight into one of the stone walls - making a large hole in it.
"My Knight!" Both Alcina and Donna yelled out before glaring at each other, "Your Knight?!"
A flash of black bolted out of the hole and metal arms wrapped around the beast's neck before twisting - snapping its neck. The Knight dropped the dead creature and exhaled before the wolf face he wore began cracking and broke away: revealing [H/L] [H/C] hair, [E/C] eyes, [S/C] skin with a scar across the face and...
A feminine face?!
THE KNIGHT WAS A FEMALE?!
The knight looked up at Miranda and the other lords before bowing in apology. "Forgive me for this interrupting, this beast attacked my home and I had to put it down." She said. Alcina was quick and was at the knight's side with her hand on the knight's shoulder.
"It's quite alright, cavalerul meu (My Knight). You had to do what needed to be done to keep your lady safe. If you wish, I can bring you to Castle Dimitrescu for a meal and a safe place to recover; it's the least I can do, Darling." Alcina blushed at her words while the woman in armor just looked at her in confusion before she was pulled away from Alcina.
"Hey, Tall One! It's been a while! Thanks for saving us from that thing. Sorry about your mask, Donna and I can get it fixed for you and you can stay with us while it gets fixed." Angie said while Donna smiled.
"Excuse me?!" Alcina said as she marched up to her little sister, the knight moving back. "I was the one who invited my knight to stay at Castle Dimitrescu while she heals, you can't roach on my bonding time with my future partner!" Alcina yelled at the veiled woman.
"And who said she wants you, Alcina?! Didn't you see if was uncomfortable with the way you were touching her?! It's clear she doesn't want you!" Donna yelled back.
"She does! Don't you, cavalerul meu?!" Alcina turned to the knight...only to find her gone. "What?!" She looked around, "Where did she go?!"
"She jumped back out that window while you two were arguing. Looks like she doesn't want either one of you." Karl smirked.
"SHUT UP, KARL!!!" Donna/Alcina/ and Angie yelled at him.
[End]
#resident evil 8#alcina dimitrescu x female reader#donna beneviento x female reader#lady dimitrescu x reader#re8 x reader
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JUMPSTREET - Mark Lee x Johnny Suh
Pairing: Mark Lee x Fem!Reader, Johnny is Mark’s bestfriend, Mentions of Jaehyun and Yuta
Genre: university!au, police!au, a dash of fluff, smut,crack, fraternity!au
warnings: mild violence, mentions of guns, drugs, sexual themes, language
Summary: Mark and Johnny were partners in crime, but when feelings get in the way, will Mark stick to the law or go against it?
Wc: 15.4k
also posted in Ao3
a/n: I hope you enjoy this story heavily inspired by the 21 & 22 Jumpstreet movie franchise, and hopefully I was able to deliver it with my own ideas. Enjoy!
Mark and Johnny start their first official day as policemen after being together in most of their high school years and studying criminology in college. They could not be more excited to see people make trouble until today.
"Let's see who's going to be able to make his first arrest." Johnny bets, scanning around the area with a cup of coffee in his hand, the other on his waist.
"Dude it's a park, what the fuck could possibly happen here?" Mark retorts, unamused.
"Oh you know, it's a crazy world we live in these days." Johnny defends, his gaze fixed on his surroundings.
"Sure it is." Mark continues to read his newspaper as he stands side by side with Johnny.
The two try to at least roam around and patrol over the area, looking for at least an ounce of any violation, it didn't matter if it was serious or not.
Mark spots a kid of about 9 years old near the pond, about to drop a piece of bread into the water.
"Excuse me kid," Mark bluffs, as if it were his first catch of the day. Technically this is his first catch of his career, hopefully.
"What?" the child frowns and looks at him obnoxiously.
"Read the sign," Mark points to it and the kid's eyes follow, but disobeys him anyway.
"It says don't feed the ducks!" Mark argues, but the kid is unbothered.
"Let it go Mark, it's not like bread will kill them. Plus, you can't arrest a child." Johnny scoffs and tries to drag Mark to another area.
Mark lets out a sigh as the kid sticks his tongue out and he does the same before turning his back.
The two had nothing better to do, they were rookies who just got newly assigned to an area that didn't even have any trouble. Almost like they were just there for the sake of. Of course the department treated them as rookies.
Johnny takes out his pistol out of boredom and tosses it for fun. "Woah you know those are loaded right?" Mark warns him while involuntarily taking a step back.
"Yeah and?" Johnny continues to toss and play with it.
"Unload it first!" Mark panics like the goody two shoes that he was.
"Then that would be no fun." Johnny shrugs.
Mark spots a group of middle aged men from afar, but not quite. He squints and tries to take a closer look with his binoculars.
"Yo check it out, aren't those the Outlaws?" He nudges Johnny's shoulder as he takes a look himself.
The Outlaws are a known motorcycle gang in the county, they aren't always bothersome but the both of them are determined to find a loophole.
The two approach the group of men and tell them off because they have parked their motorcycles illegally. But that's not the only thing they notice, these men were stoned. One lights up a joint of Marijuana shamelessly, and Johnny loses his temper. "Excuse me Sir, you do know that the use of Marijuana is illegal right?"
"Oh look," the hideous man spits on the ground. "They must be new. He has the guts to talk to us like that. Nice to see some fresh kids here. You sure you aren't dressing up for... halloween?" The man specifically has his eyes on Mark when he said the last sentence.
Feeling offended, Mark straightens up his stance and acts more like a grown man. "That's a nice joke sir, now hand it over." He says in a stern voice.
"What a scary fella, keep up the good work! Sorry I don't have candy with me." They tease and the two have had enough.
"I'm going to have to search your motorcycle now sir." Johnny insists and doesn't wait for a response, and opens the seat and finds packets of a fine white substance. "These are.." he halts.
"DRUGS!" Mark shouts and immediately gets pushed by one of the gang members.
Johnny immediately gets a sample and keeps it in his pocket and takes his gun out. Mark gets up and does the same. The men try to run away and escape, Johnny runs after them and Mark takes his bike. The two finally get to corner them and Johnny pits one of them on the ground.
"You have the right to," Johnny tries to utter the Miranda Rights as he puts handcuffs on the man that is trying to eagerly resist him. "To shut the fuck up!" Johnny was being too focused on trying to handcuff the suspect and forgets to recite the rest,
Reciting those did not even cross Mark's mind as he just also focused on trying to handcuff the man.
"You are coming with us!" He yells and drags them to the police station, which was only a few meters away from them now.
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As the case was investigated, their chief commends them but then discovers that they forgot to recite the Miranda Rights, which can possibly make the charges be dropped, but thankfully the violation to the law was enough for the men to remain in jail.
"Technically you still did this wrong," the chief puts a hand on his chin and taps the polished wooden table. "But since you're just starting out, i'll give you another offer."
The two young men eye each other, anticipating the chief's suggestion. "An offer?" Johnny asks, straightening up in his seat.
"Jump street." The chief says.
"Wha- what's that?" Mark furrows his eyebrows in curiosity.
"Since the both of you look younger than the rest of the people here, our undercover police unit is in need of officers." The chief informs.
"Please, continue." Johnny lets him explain further.
"You pretend to be college students. It's practically the same, but it would be more suitable for the both of you because it's your crowd. You see crime and injustice, you report. But, you will be disguised as college students to ease the procedures of trying to find what those students have been up to. We have your back." The chief explains.
"Cool." Mark simply says because he is astonished by the idea.
"So where do we report? Do we have a new head quarters?" Johnny asks.
"You will be transferred. Down in 21 Jump St." The deputy Chief declares.
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They head to the headquarters that was disguised as an old chapel. "You sure this is the one?" Mark questions as he gets out of the car.
"It does say 21 Jump St. so, let's have a look." Johnny turns off the engine and both of them enter.
The setting was a typical chapel, but it was dark and full of stock equipment. Mark takes a look at the altar that was dimly lit, and bows before the image of Christ to show respect . Johnny on the other hand was not a person of religion but follows Mark's simple gesture anyways.
"The both of you!" A man shouts from afar, and it echoes, "come over here."
The two are startled but proceed to the hidden room. When they enter they see two women who are already disguised as cheerleaders. Meanwhile the two are still in their police uniforms. The ladies take a look and have a good laugh at them. "You do know that you're supposed to go undercover right?" She says, eyeing them from head to toe.
"W-we didn't get the memo that it was gonna be today.." Mark trails off and fidgets with his hands.
"Go and dress like teenagers! Now!" The chief commands and the two quickly change right away.
When they get back they are briefed by the set of rules they have to follow and about the goals of this undercover project.
"Rule number 1. DO NOT get expelled. No one in the system knows that you are undercover. So be disciplined and don't cause major trouble. Getting expelled would mean that you'll get your asses kicked out of jump street." The chief sternly explains, making the assigned officers hold their breath from fear.
"Rule number 2," the officer walks past the rest and stands in front of Johnny. "DO NOT have any sexual or intimate relationships with the students and professors. You hear that pretty boy?" And specifically locks his eyes on Johnny, making the boy gulp and purse his lips. After the general meeting, the two were called for a detailed one, personally with the chief.
It was said to them that they had to find a synthetic drug that has been spreading around the campus called NCT. A sample of its packaging was shown, it was definitely something you wouldn't think of as a drug. It was about a size of a large coin, and looks like a small biscuit. It was sealed using assorted hand drawn stickers of different objects. They were also advised to never give out their real names, because new identities have been assigned to them. Johnny's being Rolan Kim and Mark's being Kalen Park.
"When the youngsters take this drug, it apparently makes them laser-focused on studying for about an hour. And for the succeeding hours, they party like it's fucking 1999 until they pass out. Infiltrate the dealer, find the supplier." The chief gives his final orders and sends off the both of them for their mission.
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"Dang, we're really going back to college?" Mark says as he finished up packing his things for the dorm that the agency assigned to them. They had to be as realistic as possible.
The two head to the university, reminiscing their own college days. The two might perhaps over-do this whole "blending in" thing, which might give out the disguise.
"Woah their campus is HUGE." Mark says, mesmerized and wears both straps of his backpack.
"Bro, that's not very college of you." Johnny fumbles with the strap of Mark's backpack.
"What?"
"You're two strapping dude. You have to just sling one of them on your shoulder, so it's cool and grown up. You're in college, not middle school." Johnny fixes Mark's bag for him.
"Right. College." He utters to himself. He seems to be enjoying it too much, and starts saying hi to everyone he sees.
"Knock it off, Mark. You're giving us away." Johnny nudges his arm and tries to cooly stride along the campus, keeping his composure.
Mark acknowledges him and goes with the flow. The two arrive in their dorm that they gladly share only among themselves. Mark is new to this, because when he went to college he stayed with his parents. Thankfully he could trust Johnny to always have his back.
The two set their things down and pick their beds, it didn't really matter much since the room had two singles and separate desks for the both of them. It also had a small book shelf that could come in handy, if they ever plan to take lectures seriously.
"Let's just fix these later. We have to go to the Dean's office to confirm our enrollment. Act natural okay?" Johnny lazily brushes his hair back and straightens up his shirt in front of the small mirror that the vanity had.
"Oh- uh okay." Mark leaves the pile of his clothes undone on top of his bed and grabs his phone and keys.
It was the afternoon of fall, the campus has been covered with different hues of orange leaves and subtle sunlight. The breeze was cool but not strong as it blew against their hair. The university seemed peaceful, but they had no idea what went on once the sun sets and the lights are off.
After a couple minutes of walking, the two arrive at the Dean's office for their interview.
"Good afternoon gentlemen, please take a seat." The middle aged man smiles at the both of them.
The two are slightly nervous, but eventually get over it. "Nice to meet you, Mr..." Johnny reads the name plate on the desk "Mr. Bennet." and gives the man his signature smile. Mark does the same and they start their interview.
"Okay, so which one is Rolan and which one is Kalen?" Mr. Bennet asks and there was a short period of silence. Two had seemed to forget which identities were theirs.
Johnny raises his hand, "I'm Rolan sir. Rolan Kim." and he nudges Mark's shoulder.
"Ah yes and I'm Kalen... Park" he barely manages to blurt it out.
The dean furrows his eyebrows but lets it go and proceeds. "So the two of you are?" He asks. They were not prepared for that question.
"Brothers."
"Family friends." the two say at the same time. They give each other a funny look, and Mark gladly saves them from the mishap. "Well we do really treat each other as brothers sir, we grew up together pretty much." and clears his throat. A close call.
"That's good to hear. So Rolan is going to be trying out for the football team and Kalen will try out for the Music club. Those two are very different from each other, but don't worry the opportunities in this school are endless. You can always transfer if you feel that you aren't happy with what you chose." The dean explains and the two acknowledge.
Mr. Bennet goes a little further with the interview and gives them their schedules for the semester then eventually dismisses the two, wishing them well.
"Dude how can you forget the identity that was assigned to you!" Johnny quietly scolds Mark for his slip away.
"I'm sorry okay it's a little confusing!" Mark scratches the back of his head and looks at the floor.
"Ayt, I'll see you later. I have Chemistry in 15 minutes. I can still catch up. What about you?" Johnny asks, putting his hand on his pockets and the other on Mark's shoulder.
"Well, I don't really have any classes for the day anymore. I guess i'll head back to the dorm so I can start unpacking already. I'll see you then. Let me know if you find any leads." Mark gives him a small salute and heads back to the dorms.
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Johnny arrives in the lecture hall and receives strange looks. He tenses up a little but nonetheless shrugs it off and takes a seat next to a boy who looks like a whole generation younger than him.
"Yo, you look really old. Were you held back?" The boy asks in a nosy manner, unintentionally pushing Johnny's buttons.
Johnny clenches his jaw and keeps his composure. "No I don't... You look young. Super young. Were you held forward?" he tries to redeem himself.
"No? Whatever. I'm Haechan by the way." The boy introduces himself.
"Im Joh- Rolan." Johnny almost slips but the latter doesn't notice.
The professor immediately hands a quiz, which Johnny has no idea of because he arrived at an odd time of the semester. He guessed all the questions with all his might. But to be quite honest he also wasn't the best in chemistry when he still went to school.
He turns his paper in and walks towards the exit but gets stopped by Haechan. "Uh do you need help with the topic? You seem to be clueless about it." Which came off as a little rude, but that wasn't his intention at all.
"No." Johnny insists because it hurts his pride. "I know everything." He stiffens up.
"Yeah? Do you know what a covalent bond is then?" The boy cheekily asks.
Johnny bluffs, because he doesn't. Or to put it in a better light, he forgot. "Fuck man, I don't have to tell you what it is."
"Woah, I wasn't trying to be rude. But anyway if you need help you can just ask me. See ya." Then Haechan was off and got lost in the sea of people.
Apparently, it was Johnny's last class for the day because it was already almost evening. He texts Mark to inform him that he's heading back to the dorm as well. He doesn't let his guard down and continues to observe the students if they're up to anything suspicious.
As he walked to the dorm, he saw a bunch of boys that were about as tall as he was but more athletic gather around the corner of the football field. He acts nonchalant but keeps an eye on what they are up to. He tries to move closer to the scene without getting caught and acts like he's only passing by.
"Yo hook me up with some more of those, I can't fail my classes or else i'll get kicked out of the team." One says to the other.
Johnny immediately pulls his phone out to text Mark about what he just heard and hurries back.
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"Dude, as expected the football team has it. I'm trying out tomorrow and I'll surely get with them." Johnny discusses with Mark.
"Yeah? Can I come watch your tryouts? So I can see what they look like." Mark requests.
"Sure. 2pm at the field." Johnny informs him.
The two were mostly busy arranging their stuff in the room until they heard a knock on the door. Mark offers to get it.
"Hey new neighbors!" two men appear with big smiles.
"Oh hey, uh... thanks?" Mark blankly answers as he was usually awkward meeting with new people.
Johnny comes and checks to see who it was, and to his surprise, it was Haechan and his roommate.
"Oh hey Haechan, and hey..." Johnny looks at the unfamiliar guy.
"Renjun." He smiles.
"Right Renjun." Johnny nods. "Oh by the way Kalen, I go to the same biology class as Haechan." Johnny calls Mark by his fake name.
"Oh cool, what about you Renjun, what's your major?" Mark asks.
"Classical music!" Renjun enthusiastically says.
"Oh I'm in Music Prod! I'll probably see you around during org meetings." Mark smiles.
Their neighbors introduce tips for them that could be useful during their stay and seem to be genuinely nice people. But Mark and Johnny cannot trust anyone, so they keep their guards up and try their best to not give anything away.
Although it may have seemed like an easy task for them, it wasn't. The drug was all over the school, it was going to be difficult to find the root of it if they ignored even the smallest details that could lead them to find out the supplier.
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The following day, the two wake up early ready to officially start the day. Mark and Johnny head to their own classes, hoping that they find out something about the case today.
Mark enters the lecture hall for his Philosophy class. It was almost 80 percent full as it was a basic class for almost everyone. He awkwardly looks around, hoping to find a seat that wasn't as far because of his bad eyesight.
"Psst." You try to catch his attention. When he looks over, you tap the vacant seat next to you, "you can sit here." You offer.
"T-thanks." He says and gives you a smile.
"You seem like a new face. I'm Y/N" You say to him because you have observed the people in this class every day.
"I'm Kalen. Kalen Park." he scratches the back of his head. "I uh, just got enrolled yesterday. You know, when your family moves into another town... yeah" he trails off with his made-up excuse.
"Yeah, it's fine. Don't worry about it." You genuinely assure him, "It's college. You can take your time." You chuckle because he was so awkward, but seemed very kind.
"Definitely." He bites his lip, unsure if he should keep talking or not. But the professor arrives just on time.
He observes his surroundings and keeps an eye on suspicious students that might have a link to what they were looking for. He whispers to the guy in front of him who was just playing games on his laptop and wasn't listening in class. "Hey, do you know where I can get myself some NCT?"
The guy raises his brows in doubt, "are you a narc?" and might have said it way too loudly.
Mark tries to brush it off with a stiff laugh "What are you talking about man? I'm not I swear." and refuses to make eye contact.
The airhead lets it go and slips mark a cellphone number that could possibly be a step closer to what they were looking for. "Just text them "looking for a hookup" and they'll know what you're talking about."
"Thanks, man." He gives him a small pat on the back just to show that he wasn't up to anything, which actually just makes him more suspicious. Thankfully, the guy didn't really care.
Mark was delighted to have found a lead easily, and immediately texts Johnny about it. After that, he actually paid attention to the class, just because it genuinely fascinated him.
When it ended he immediately gathered his stuff and put on his backpack, ready to meet Johnny.
"Psst, two strapper!" You call out and try to barely tap his shoulder.
He looks back and immediately drops one strap of his backpack off his shoulders, he definitely forgot about what Johnny has advised him. He scratches the back of his head with his hands on his pocket, "yeah?"
"You free this evening?" You casually ask.
He nervously gulps because he really has to be somewhere right now, but he didn't want to be rude. "Uhm, I guess? I don't know yet. Why?"
"We're having a poetry slam at the art hall, you might be interested. I saw some good stuff you wrote in your notebook" you smile, hoping that it doesn't freak him out that you saw one of his works.
His eyes widened, "oh, okay cool I guess I can try. But I have somewhere to be right now, I'll see you..around." And he awkwardly walks off.
You furrow your brows because of his strange mannerisms, but he seemed like no trouble at all. In fact, it was kind of cute, how awkward he was.
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It was time for Johnny's football tryouts. Given that he was already good at it during the time that he was actually in college.
Johnny was naturally a sociable person, he blended well with crowds and easily made friends. That's why this was the perfect place for him to be in. He sits himself at the bench while he wears the spare uniforms from the team and is greeted by a dude that was a little shorter than he was, "Goodluck" the boy with ash purple hair says.
"Thanks!" he enthusiastically replies.
"Captain! We need you for a sec." the coach calls, then the boy who has wished him luck gets up and reports to the coach. Well, he did give off an impression of one. He was highly presentable, his smile was hospitable, his form was great and his attitude was pleasant. Everything else—was just the ideal makings of a captain.
The tryouts start and Johnny looks around for Mark, who had just arrived and casually sat himself on the bleachers, waving at Johnny from afar. As the tryouts went on and finished, the coach praised everyone who attended for a job well done and announced the new members who had qualified. All of which included Johnny of course.
"Hey man, great job out there." The captain is back on Johnny's side to praise him.
"Yeah, thanks. I'm Rolan by the way." He introduces himself.
"Of course I know, I was the one who picked you from the list." He laughs, "Jaehyun. Jeong Jaehyun."
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"Hey!" Mark hears a familiar voice faintly calling his name. He searches for it but takes him awhile because of how wide the campus is. "Over here two stapper," you chuckle and he finally sees.
"Oh hey," he muttered quite embarrassed at how awkward he was.
He takes a seat next to you at the bench near the hall of the poetry slam event, he wanted to go together. "Chilly night huh? I should've brought my sweater.." You trail off, rubbing your arms for warmth.
You didn't mean for it to come off that way, but Mark willingly takes off his jacket and offers it to you. "Oh it's alright really-" you insist.
"No it's fine, I'm from Canada, this is nothing." He laughs.
You nod your head with his remark, and proceed to wear his jacket. It was quite big on you, but it was definitely cozy. "Shall we go?" You ask, standing up.
He nods and lets you lead him to the hall. The campus was only lit by lamp posts at this hour, but there were many sculptures in the school of arts that he had wished to see better. Well, there was always next time.
The both of you enter the hall which was quite filled with students already. It had been set up like a cafe, with a small platform in front that was lit with a spotlight.
"Give it up for Naya Kim everybody!" the emcee announces, encouraging everyone to give the person a round of applause after presenting a spoken word. "Do we have another volunteer?'
The crowd falls silent as everyone looks around, mindlessly making eye contact with each other, waiting on who was going next.
"Anyone?" The emcee taps the mic.
"I have one!" You yell, and Mark looks at you with wide eyes.
"Dude no-" he resists, trying to shrink himself into his chair.
"C'mon it'll be fun!" You nudge his shoulder, "We have Kalen over here!" You grab his wrist and raise his arm for him, even if he was resisting it, he had no choice.
The emcee squints and eyes the both of you and acknowledges you volunteering your new friend. "Alright we have Kalen next! Stage is yours." The emcee steps off.
He had all eyes on him now, eyes hungry of anticipation and to witness raw talent amongst themselves.
"G-good evening everyone." he greets, holding onto the mic tightly and takes a deep breath. His expression changes into a serious one.
Will it ever come?
The nights know me well.
I was a frequent by-passer but now I am no stranger.
A boy who grew up with sharks does not need to be taught how to swim.
Good night,
These words feel like the vast sky
Darkness, but not hollow.
Black but not bitter.
After he recites his poem he becomes flustered again from the faint applause he had received from the audience that was present, he puts the mic back to its stand and does a small bow.
"Not bad, tiger" You pat him on the back. There was more to him than what meets the eye, you just knew.
"You think so?" He says with hopeful eyes.
"Yeah!" You assure him.
The rest of the evening passes by with the both of you having a splendid time watching others unleash their passion and talent for reciting spoken word and poetry. Some were tear jerking and some were downright hilarious. So this is college. Mark thinks to himself.
In the past he had always been a loner who didn't go to many parties because of his strict and conservative parents.
He was way beyond his borders now. But he couldn't get carried away. No, this isn't a time for him to redeem himself from his early years, this was time for him to perform his duties. So he snaps out of his little daydream.
As the both of you were seated at the bench in front of the hall where he found you, he had asked you about your major.
"Fine arts." you laugh bitterly.
"What's wrong? You don't seem like you're happy with it…" He trails off, swinging his feet that was hanging off the bench.
You shake your head no, "I am. It's just that my parents don't really know I took this course. I told them I got a scholarship and they were just relieved that they didn't have to pay anymore. Otherwise they'd force me into some business course or something "more practical"" you emphasize with air quotes.
"I see. Okay so fine arts huh?" He tries to lighten the mood. "What can you say about that one over there?" Mark points to the sculpture to your left, about 20 metres away.
"They're like two beings, leaning on each other" you pause, dramatically for impact, "They support each other so one doesn't fall." you interpret.
He seems impressed, then asks "Support huh? How about you? Do you have anyone—who supports you?"
"Hm, not really, no. I like to be alone and just spend time with myself." Your eyes wander but all you could think about is how he's looking at you with such attentiveness and interest.
He chuckles, "I feel you. You know I'm an expert at being alone. Don't you just love it when you're in a room full of people but no one gives a shit about your presence?" He claps his hands together just once then purses his lips into a bitter lopsided smile. "Yep. Had a lot of those." He masks his personal statement with humor.
"Well," You say, kicking the shortly-trimmed grass on the building's lawn. "If you don't wanna be alone, you walk me to my dorm" you offer.
He looks around and takes no time to think about it, feeling that it was unsafe for you to go alone. "Sure." He smiles.
The walk to your dorm was silent but comfortable. You weren't sure if he was quite a talker or just shy. But one thing you couldn't get out of your head was how unconventionally attractive he was. You've never gotten a vibe like his before and you've been in this university for 2 years already. You wanted to get something out of him even if it takes you to be the bold one here.
"We're here," You whisper, looking at him seductively. Like you were a puppy begging to not be left alone. "Do you wanna come in? My roommate left for the weekend" you smirk.
Mark gulps. He had been resisting this kind of tension he had with you ever since he met you. But you made it so hard. "Come on," you say, putting your hand at the back of his neck while tracing mindless patterns on it with your finger.
"My brother he might be-"
"Oh you have a brother? Is he hot?" You joke.
His eyes are wide with stitched eyebrows. But eventually catches on. "Nah." and he pulls you closer to him by the waist. His eyes now staring at you deeply, so hungrily like he was that tiger you called him as earlier. Come and get it.
Without any words said, he had finally crashed his lips onto yours. And you kissed him hard. Like you wanted to have him to all yourself at that very moment. Your tongue grazes his lower lip, begging for entrance which he had granted. Your tongues meshed together at a quick pace, with the heat of your core starting to throb.
You push yourself closer to him and you start to feel his prominence and unconsciously grind on his jeans, making him grunt. You break the kiss for a quick moment, his eyes are glazed and his mouth agape, out of breath. You turn around and enter the code to your dorm and pull him inside.
For a brief moment that your bodies were detached, Mark couldn't stop wanting more. Not even thinking the slightest of the consequences of this act that will dawn upon him if it ever gets out.
You were back to slamming your body with his as you took off his jacket, making it fall to the floor. His hands snake underneath your shirt and started roaming around your body while he peppered kisses on your neck. With a swift flick of his fingers he had unclasped your bra and his hands groped your breasts, you threw your head back as he buried his face in your clothed cleavage. Like he was begging for this bothersome piece of clothing to be gone.
You grant his invisible wish and quickly lift your shirt off, while your bra falls off your arms naturally, his mouth watering at the sight. You trace his abs underneath his shirt, your core getting wetter with how toned they were based on your touch.
And you didn’t doubt the results one bit. When you lift his shirt, his torso was delicately lean, toned in all the right places that your mouth could water at the sight of it. You bite your lip and roll your eyes at the sensation of him sucking your tits, his grip on you intense but gentle.
“I don’t have condoms right now, so this is going to be all about you.” He whispers seductively, feeling your wetness through your soaked panties. You softly moan at the sensation and hungrily kiss him again, not having any moment to waste.
When he slides two fingers to massage your folds, you whimper. "Fuck," you breathe.
"God, that's hot." He says with a hitched breath. You couldn't possibly get any more turned on right now.
When he slips his digits in your cunt—you go fucking insane. You haven't felt this good in quite a while, it made you ecstatic to remember how fucking good this feeling was, you hoped that this wouldn't be the last. Mark was different.
He picks up his pace, and you try to keep your composure, but the forced arch of your back says otherwise. You grab a pillow to cover your face, scared that you would be too loud and get caught, or else this would be the last time for the both of you.
“My fucking God.” You whimper, pulling Mark’s head on your chest, holding onto him for dear life because you just entirely lost control of it all. He finishes you off like his life depended on it, licking your wetness from his fingers, savouring it, then wipes his fingers on his jeans.
“You were so good to me, yeah?” He chuckles when you are left speechless.
“What about you?” You ask, looking at his crotch that was painfully hard.
“It’s- It’s alright. You don’t have to” He says, and it makes your heart thaw like ice. You didn’t deserve him.
“But I want to.” You plead, you couldn’t possibly resist him. “Come here,” You say, rubbing your palm against his jeans.
You didn’t waste anymore time and unzipped his pants, lowering it with his boxers just enough t make his cock lightly hit his stomach. His size is definitely more than what you expected. You take his wet, glistening cock in your hands and pump it gently, smirking in satisfaction when you hear him hiss and moan softly.
“Can you keep it down for me, tiger? We might not be able to do this again,” You coo, and he obediently nods, grazing your lower lip with his tongue, asking for entrance which you gladly grant but not for long.
You smile as you lowered your head down to his throbbing member, licking the precum that had escaped the tip. Mark bites his lip, trying to keep as quiet as possible. You slowly put his dick in your mouth, testing a few times how far you could go. He bucks his hips by accident, making you gag very slightly. “I’m so sorry,” He strokes your hair away from your face. You keep going until you reach the brim, a throaty moan escapes his lips when he couldn’t take it anymore.
You bob your head up and down in a consistent pace while he holds your hair, “You’re such a good girl” He says, throwing his head back. You keep going until you feel tears slowly coming out of your eyes and tried to hollow your cheeks as much as possible, he was so close.
“You don’t have to swallow,” he says, pulling back from you. Nonsense. You were more than willing to.
“I want to.” You say, putting his cock back in your mouth.
With a few last pumps, his member twitches in your mouth and you feel his warm release and take it all in. You wipe the sides of your mouth as you finish, giving him a sweet smile.
After the both of you pass out on your bed, Mark has lost track of time and receives a text from Johnny.
"Dude where the fuck are you? Do you know what time it is?"
Mark jolts up and checks the time, 2:45am. Shit, he was screwed. He quickly gathers his clothes that had been thrown around your room and dresses himself in panic.
"I'm sorry, uh Joh- Rolan, my brother has been waiting for me at our dorm, I lost track of time and i think he'll beat my dick off," He nervously chuckles, almost forgetting to use his fake identity again. He has got to get used to it.
"Not if i did it first" You both burst out laughing. "Alright, I'll see you in class." You say, snuggling yourself in your blanket and shutting your eyes.
He leaves your dorm quietly and runs a hand through his hair before giving Johnny a call.
"Dude listen-"
"Are you fucking around Mark?" Johnny answers, clearly enraged.
Mark was scared as shit but never misses the chance to fuck around Johnny. "I might've."
"Get your ass back here, Lee"
"Ayt."
He slips his phone back to his pocket and starts walking briskly to their dorm. Damn this campus was mad creepy that it actually brought chills to his body. He wondered why he felt so cold then realized he left his jacket at your place. It was too late for him to get it back so he settled by running to warm his body up.
Finally, he was back at the dorm. He hesitates to turn the doorknob because he knows he will be dead meat or nagged to death by Johnny. Or not.
"Where you been huh?" Johnny examines him, standing up from his bed. He sniffs Mark and the latter flinches. "You smell like sex!" He slaps his shoulder.
"You crazy? Some expert or something" Mark brushes him off. Wincing at the sting Johnny's palm gave to the skin of his shoulder.
"I should know, Mark." His mood was lighter now. "But who did you fu- i mean have sex with? we just got here wildcat"
"A girl I met in class like uh… awhile ago" The younger bites his lip trying to keep a smile from escaping his lips. He shouldn't be feeling this giddy over a rule that he broke for you.
Johnny could not believe what he was hearing right now, "Dang. Cheeky boy." He laughs, actually feeling happy for Mark. He can have a little fun, Johnny had his back when it came to these things.
The elder changes the topic and lets this slide. Johnny talks about the leads he gathered from hanging out with the football team. Which were still very much confusing since this substance is all over the campus. Meanwhile, Mark didn't have much besides that number he gave Johnny. Considering he was with the "decent" crowd of people today.
---
The two head to their quarters to report to their chief the next day, trying to ask for help on how they could improve this investigation.
The chief dumps a folder on the table and says, "This is what the deputy gave us recently. Take a look." He opens the folder into a specific case file to discuss with the two.
"Who's this?" Mark points at the picture of a girl, who seemed like they were around the same age as the people at University.
"Lee Minjung." the chief rubs his hands together. "Took some NCT and got locked out of her dorm, so she ended up falling off the roof and dying." The two are shocked by this revelation, it was more serious than they thought.
The chief flips a page, "Here's a picture of her buying the drug." The photograph had two people in it, one that had a visible face which was Minjung, and one guy who's back was facing the camera. He wore a hat so they couldn't really tell who it was. But one thing they could point out is the reflection on the window of the car beside them.
"Dude, look at this," Mark points out his observation to Johnny. "He has a tattoo, we could start with this."
"Bingo. There's your lead." The chief closes the folder and puts it back in his file. "The next time you get back here your asses better be presenting me some actual progress. Understand?"
"Yes sir."
----
Johnny and Mark head to the resident tattoo artist that was near the university, apparently they do most of the tattoos of the students there.
"Excuse me," They knocked on the table of the artist who was currently at the back of the shop.
The tattoo artist arrives out front and asks how they could help the two.
"We're looking for this tattoo, is it familiar to you?" Johnny asks while showing the artists the photograph.
The artist tries to think hard, but gives a hasty answer. "I'm not sure, there's too many of them who got that."
Mark pushes the subject, "Them? Do you think it's some kind of group tattoo?"
"I guess so. They were boys, all of them. Very masculine, had the body of an athlete if I were to put it at that." The artist states.
Mark and Johnny look at each other as if there were light bulbs above their heads. "Thank you!" Mark says and they run off the shop.
The possibility of this being in the football team was huge. They were athletes, and under a lot of pressure. They had reasons to use this drug but it wasn't an excuse for them not to eliminate this. They had to get to the bottom of this before it ends up like Minjung's case again.
---
Johnny was at football practice while Mark stood by the bleachers, watching the team and trying to look out as usual until Johnny calls him over to come down for a bit.
"Jaehyun, this is Kalen, my brother." He introduces him. With his assigned name.
Jaehyun chortles in disbelief when he sees Mark. "You have a brother?" He asks and Johnny nods.
"Sup," Mark tries to give him a bro hug, but Jaehyun shakes his hand instead.
Jaehyun pays no mind to Mark's presence and diverts his attention back to Johnny and proceeds to talk about their game plan.
When practice ends he tells Johnny that the football team plans to host a party tonight. It would be the perfect opportunity for them to keep an eye on everyone.
"Can I come?" Mark asks.
Jaehyun eyes him from the side, "Yeah uh sure" and only bids goodbye to Johnny. "See ya bro."
Mark could already feel that he didn't belong in this crowd, but he and Johnny had to stick together and investigate.
The night of the party came and the two brothers were stoked. "Our first frat party." Mark thought.
"Your first frat party." Johnny spat playfully, trying to meticulously style and wax his hair.
Mark scoffs, still trying to figure out what shirt to wear but at the end, he settles with a navy blue Ralph Lauren shirt. He was too lazy to fix his hair and wears a cap instead.
Johnny tosses Mark something that he thinks the younger might need later on.
"Are you for real? A condom?" A baffled Mark says in disbelief, but sliding it in his pocket anyway.
"You'll never know wildcat. You'll never know." He gives him a mischievous wink.
This wasn't just any party to them, this was an operation. Though they chose to leave for the party unarmed, they were thankfully trained well for hand to hand combat, just in case things went extremely wrong. But that was besides the point, they couldn't destroy their chances of blending in.
When the tandem arrives at the party, the elder was the only one to be greeted enthusiastically, Mark shakes it off simply because being friends with these jocks were the last thing on his list. It was Johnny's call if it didn't work for him, they had their roles.
"Go around for a bit, I'll take care of him." Johnny whispers to Mark with a drink already in his hand.
Mark shrugs his shoulders and explores the frat house, lit with red and blue, music blaring through speakers and the muffled conversations from the people that filled it.
Nothing seemed too off the bat here, it was everything you would expect a frat party to be. There hasn't been a trace of NCT anywhere, or maybe it was because they were being taken too discreetly.
"Want some?" a random guy nudges him, discreetly handing a packet of the substance. He takes it and plays it cool.
"Yo, sick. Thanks man." He pats him on the back.
“Yo it’s not free.” The guy laughs then it disappears. “20 bucks.”
Mark's smile fades, embarrassed. Thank god he brought his wallet. “Here. Thanks.”
"Don't sweat it." and he gives him a small salute.
Mark quickly slides it in his pocket, to keep as evidence later.
"Bad boy." You snake your hands around his shoulders. "Want some?" You offer your red punch with vodka.
His eyes widen, but eases under your touch. Finally, someone who's familiar. Overly familiar. "Hey, y/n" he shakes his head no. "I don't feel like drinking tonight" he makes up an excuse.
"So are you…"
"Am i?"
"Are you going to take that?" You say, pointing at the pocket where he hid it.
Uncertain, he shakes his head no. "But should I? Have you ever had one of these?"
"Oh god no." You say in disgust. "I have seen people's reactions to it though. It's borderline batshit crazy, those things." You explain. Hoping that he wouldn't ever try taking those. You knew about the whole Minjung incident. "One of the girls who lived next door died because of it."
Your remark sparks an interest in him. "Minjung?" He questions. This could be a big help to their operation. But it wasn't a good time to interrogate you.
You raise your brows, "How'd you know her name?"
He fakes a cough and tries to quickly think of a reason. "Mr- Mr. Benett told us. He said that recently a student passed away but never said it was because of the drug…"
You crease up, "That old man is fucking clueless." You cross your arms. "But I'm just looking out for you okay? There's safer ways to have fun."
"Right " He pursues a smile.
Too much fun wasn't part of the plan tonight but you made it difficult for him to do his job. Effortlessly.
You fake a pout. "C'mon tiger, live a little! It's not going to be that bad." You try to convince him, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to keep your drink from spilling, his arms naturally overlapping and resting just right above your ass.
To hell with this. He's been dreaming of this his entire life. After being in such a conservative family and all, he deserved to try new things out. He was old enough. He thinks to himself, while catching a glimpse of Johnny chugging down a keg. "You're right." he smirks, and you offer your drink for him to taste.
Mark's face scrunches a little from the alcohol, but it felt nice. Good enough for him to grab you by the arm and head to get one himself.
He scans the counter full of different drinks with a variety of colored juices. He chooses the blue lemonade with vodka which you gladly made, handing him the red plastic cup after. "Cheers" you say, delighted with the smile he gave you.
It wasn't long enough until the both of you were back to dancing again, not giving a care like everyone else. He could kiss you right now. And he did, he couldn't miss the opportunity to make your tongues turn purple.
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Johnny has done everything with all his might to get along with these jocks, kids these days do party harder huh? He doesn't remember having this kind of intolerance to alcohol before, he had to get it out of his system before he forgets what he's really here for.
"Nah this dude's a goner!" Yuta enthusiastically points at Johnny, who now had both of his hands on his knees.
"Hold on, I gotta have some air outside" he raises his arms in defeat, words slurring out of his mouth and vision so blurred he could barely tell where he's going. Finally after much stumbling and ending up in filthy corners, he managed to find a bathroom. Not a usable one though.
"Oh god- sorry" He says as he sees two people fucking each other's guts out on on the sink. "Nevermind" he immediately shuts the door and leaves them alone. It didn't take long for him to just head outside and vomit on the lawn of the frat house. Oh yes, great fertilizer.
Johnny regains a very small amount of composure and he felt someone tap and rub his back. "You okay?" Jaehyun chuckles, with a drunk Yuta tagging along.
Johnny takes a deep breath and tries to stand straight with all his might, trying to act like everything was under control. "Shits wild here" He chaffs, but his brows furrow when he sees a familiar pattern on Yuta's skin. "What's that you got there?" Johnny tries to reach for the latter's arm carefully.
Yuta excitedly raises his sleeve, revealing a tattoo. "Oh this? It's a tattoo man. Gotta get inked at some point!" Yuta says, proudly. "Do you want one? I know a place!"
Jaehyun sighs. He was hyperactive again. "Yuta-"
"What? C'mon look I got this as soon as I got out of my parent's house. Those folks made me feel like I was in jail!" The drunk boy overshares. Johnny pays attention because there was a possibility that these thoughts were sober.
Johnny was quickly disappointed, but not surprised. "Yeah? That's cool. I'll pass. Kinda scared of needles..." He trails off.
"Pfft. Pussy." Yuta spat, Johnny was ready to give him a piece of his knuckles.
Jaehyun blocks Johnny with his arm, "Cut him some slack man, I've known this guy since high school. Let him have his fun. He won't even remember this."
The three head back inside to enjoy the rest of the party when the duo completely forget what they were initially here for. Johnny had spent the rest of the night enjoying himself, so did Mark.
You and Mark decided to play along with the drinking games these people planned, with the faces that you will surely forget by tomorrow.
You've already had a couple to drink, so it became harder for you to aim in beer pong. Luckily, Mark was right behind you, with a steady grip on your hips and one arm helping you aim for the ball.
You close one eye trying to focus as he helped you aim for the cup. "She shoots, she scores!" he shouts playfully and there goes another drink for you.
"You still alright? We can stop if you want," He whispers, lips tingling on your collarbone, sending chills to your spine.
You turn to face him, a gentle hand on his lean chest. "I want you.". You whisper, dragging a painfully slow finger to his lips. You were so knit together that you could feel the growing tent in his pants on your throbbing core. He was irresistible.
He gulps. Here comes nothing. Johnny sure knows his shit huh?
Mark quickly leads you upstairs, looking for a vacant room to settle in. He turned the knobs one by one but they were all locked, your last resort was a surprisingly available restroom.
"Will this do for you?" Mark hesitates, because he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable.
Your tipsy self playfully pinches his cheek, "You do it for me, tiger." And it was enough to drive him to the edge.
As soon as the both of you enter the bathroom, your lips connect once again, sloppily kissing each other like you were out of your minds. Like you wanted to swallow and consume this man whole.
"I want you to see for yourself how crazy you make me." You say through the slapdash kisses.
He puts a hand under your dress, feeling your drenched cunt. "You're so fucking wet. Is this all for me?" He says out of breath, mouth almost watering with the thought of your pussy in his mouth.
"All yours baby." You bite his lower lip and stick out your tongue for him to suck.
He raises your dress just below your ribcage and slides down your black lace lingerie as it fell to your ankles, "Just so you know, I'm keeping this." Mark smirks as he quickly puts it in his pocket.
"It's meant to be yours," You purr, setting your back flat on the cold tiled wall, throwing your head back at the sensation of Mark leaving wet kisses on your thighs.
He kneels and places your legs over his shoulders, lifting your feet off the ground. He was sturdy as a rock as his two arms held your thighs for support while you removed his cap for you to wear over your head and your fingers to be locked in his hair.
"Fuck." You hiss as his tongue lapped on your folds, slurping on your wetness like he worshiped you. He sucked repeatedly on your clit making your legs tremble, so good that you might fall over but his reflexes were out of his world and he knew where exactly to support you.
Your eyes painfully roll to the back of your head from the sensation he was giving you, "God, Kalen don't fucking stop-" you moan and you swear this man had some spell casted on his mouth by how magical it worked.
You grind your hips involuntarily as his mouth followed it, like this could not get any better than it already was. But you could only take so much. "Kalen I'm gonna cum, fuck"
"It's not over until it's over baby," he sets you down and removes his mouth from your pussy, you could barely stand with your legs feeling like absolute gelatin.
Mark gets a condom out of his pocket and quickly unbuckles his belt, making his jeans fall to the ground and expose his throbbing cock, boxers wet with precum.
"You think you can last longer for me baby girl?"
You could only nod your head eagerly because you were growing extremely impatient.
He wraps your legs around his waist in a swift move. "Good girl" He whispers, and you were more than ready to take him. Again and again.
He inserts himself inside you, stretching your walls and you whimper, wrapping your arms around his head to keep his face close to the valley of your breasts.
"That's right, open up for me, pretty girl." He pleads as he continues to thrust in a steady pace. Breath hitched as he brought his face up to you, slurping your tongue once more like it was a popsicle that he couldn't get enough of. "Taking me so well like always huh?" he chuckles and picks up his pace, throaty moans escaping his mouth.
Thank fuck the music in this house was loud enough to blow off people's eardrums, making your moans almost inaudible outside, but loud enough for Marks pleasure. For his ears only.
“Fuck I’m almost-” Mark huffs, “there.” he breathes. When his pace becomes sloppy and finally comes, you hold onto him, your legs numb that you could barely stand on your own. Conscious with the fact that Mark will get to see how fucked out you look, but he absolutely loved it.
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"What'd I tell ya? That condom didn't go to waste." Johnny snickers while laying in bed, tossing his football.
Head in the clouds with the thought of you, Mark could only smile to himself but quickly changes the subject before they both lose all purpose.
"Find anything out yet?" Mark asks mindlessly, because all he could think about was you.
"Nope." Johnny says, popping the p. He lied.
And something clicks with Mark. That packet of NCT he managed to keep in his pocket. He rushes over to his hamper and flips the pockets of his pants.
"Someone handed it to me yesterday, I kept it for evidence to bring at the headquarters." He hands the packet to Johnny.
The elder observes it, trying to push the thought of Yuta possibly being a dealer to the very back of his head right now. Give it time. Mark was just starting to enjoy being with you, Johnny has been enjoying being one of the new aces in the football team, it wouldn't hurt to hold it out for a little while.
"Also," Mark adds, "Y/n knows about Minjung. Said she lived across the hall."
"And?" Johnny anticipates.
"That's all I know for now. It's still a big step though." Mark concludes.
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Johnny spends his free time hanging with Jaehyun and the rest of the boys. If not in practice, they hit the gym to always be in tip-top shape.
Yuta swings a heavy arm over Johnny's shoulders, "Well isn't it our quitter!"
Johnny shoots Jaehyun a look, "You told me he wouldn't remember."
Jaehyun could only chuckle, "Well he did."
Yuta was loud as a goose, he seemed to have so much more energy than the other members of the team that Johnny became suspicious of where it came from.
He recalls the time when the chief described the effects of the NCT substance, and one of them was being focused and hyperactive.
Yuta, besides being silly, was on top of his own game. After joking around he was a hundred percent focused on the gym, his reps were consistent, his routines were clean. Jaehyun tells Johnny that Yuta was also one of the greatest instruments of the football team. Though not gifted with the brightest mind, he worked hard to stay in this university to prove his parents wrong—and to avoid business school.
He was a potential heir to a known electronics company in Japan, but he insisted that he pursue being part of the varsity team to keep his scholarship in sports science. Which until now was an endless debate between him and his parents.
Jaehyun had invited Johnny to stay over at the frat house to hang out, and he did.
It was different to see it in daylight, with no people partying, no vomit and crushed chips on the floor, it looked well taken care of.
"You guys clean this up yourselves after every party?" Johnny asks, impressed.
"Yep," Jaehyun proudly says.
"You gotta look out for the shit they leave behind here. It's amusing." Yuta retorts.
Johnny raises a brow, "Oh yeah? Like what?"
Without wit, Yuta replies, "Drugs"
Johnny, absolutely being taken back by his bold remark was immediately clutched by Jaehyun, "He doesn't mean it."
His suspicion grew so much that he couldn't help but finally bring up the subject. "Like what? Like NCT?" he enunciates.
Jaehyun, quite astounded by Johnny's knowledge with the substance replies, "Hm maybe. You know about that?"
And he was in the trance. "Heard of it yeah, can you hook me up with some?
"Oh sure it’s right-" Yuta reaches for his pocket, "here." and sticks his middle finger out playfully. Johnny swats it away.
"Woah there-" Jaehyun almost bust a gut while laughing. "You're definitely new to this. We don't have any." He tells Johnny. "Don't be such a narc."
Way too defensively, Johnny retorts, "I'm not!"
"That's what they all say." Yuta shrugs with a chuckle.
He spends the rest of the afternoon with them and surprisingly hasn't dealt with unusual rituals and behavior. They acted their age, playing games on a PS5, drinking soda until their bladders exploded, filling themselves with junk food and spray cheese. He could be wrong about them after all.
----
Days passed and not a single thing has led them closer to their target person, it was harder than they thought even when everything felt like it was right in front of them.
"Student-Parent day is coming soon, are you going?" You ask Mark as you take a sip of your coffee.
You took him to your favorite coffee shop for the first time, it's a nice and quiet place for you to study and relax.
"They have those?" Mark hesitates because then he'd have to tell his parents that he's undercover and they'd forget and blow it for him. "I guess so."
"Good. Because I'd like you to meet my parents." You smile. Though you didn't know where you stood with Mark, the past few weeks with him had been a breath of fresh air. He was kind, funny and supportive. He was simple yet his ways of showing his thoughts were sophisticated, never had you once thought that you would get along so well with a person in such a short time. You weren't the one to ask for labels though. You simply liked to enjoy whatever you had at the moment. In your experience, putting labels on things just always gave a reason for it to vanish.
"What why?" He says, a little too surprised.
"Look Kalen, don't break a sweat with this. I'm just going to introduce you. They won't mind." You assure him.
He simply leaves the topic behind and ponders on how he could make this work. He was scared because you had no idea that this was all temporary, and he's terrified by the fact that he wishes it wasn't. He was finding all the possible reasons and excuses to retract himself from this relationship he has with you, but all you ever gave him was a reason to stay. It broke his heart knowing that one day, he'll have to disappoint you with the truth.
"Something wrong?"
He snaps out of it. "Nothing." and forces a smile.
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"We aren't making any progress man," Mark runs a hand through his hair and sighs. His back falls heavily on his bed.
Johnny anxiously bites his lap, eyes fixated on the floor. "Yuta has a tattoo…"
"What?" the younger jolts up.
Johnny backs up defensively, "But it wasn't the one we saw! You know how the tattoo artist said he's done a couple of those."
"Are you shitting me right now? We've been trying to find it for weeks! Why didn't you tell me?" His voice raises, and a vein on his forehead couldn't help but emerge.
"I don't think it's him man, I told you it’s not the same tattoo" Johnny defends.
Mark lets out a pungent laugh, poking his tongue on the inside of his cheek, his jaw stiffens. "Right. I knew it. " He says in disbelief. "Everything's right in front of you already! Too scared to bust your new besties now?"
"They aren't my new besties stop making up bullshit." The elder stubbornly defends.
"No you stop because I'm actually trying here!"
"Oh you are? Explain why you're getting so serious with that girl of yours. Wait until she finds out that she's just part of the plan." He jumps on Mark's throat and walks out of the room.
The thing is, you weren't even part of the plan. Not at all.
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"You better have good shit for me today." The chief clearly was not being in his best mood today.
Mark scoffs, he and Johnny had not settled their differences since the fight from two days ago, they were doing their own investigations without communicating. Which was a big no.
"Ask the big guy here, I'm sure he has something." Tongue in his cheek, Mark glares.
The chief slams a big hand on the table and shouts, "Stop acting like fucking children!"
Johnny stiffened up on his seat, and gulped before he spoke. "I think we need to initiate a drug test on one of the students, chief. I have my eye on this one person. We could pretend to say that the thing is randomized and mandatory. If the intel can look up information about his parents, we could send a pretend automated message about their child being randomly selected for a drug test."
The chief seems to be taking Johnny's point well, "And who is this you suspect?"
"Nakamoto Yuta."
Mark looks at Johnny with wide eyes, he thought Johnny wouldn't be turning him in.
"I see. I'll get the department to execute this idea of yours and we'll let you know right away. Dismissed."
Mark catches up to Johnny who had been walking ahead of him and tries to reach for the elder's shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Let go of me," Johnny knocks Mark's hand off his shoulder. "Are you happy now?"
Dumbfounded, Mark couldn't seem to understand where Johnny's irritation was coming from. "Look man, I'm sorry you had to turn one of your friends in but you know it's our job."
"I know okay? I don't need you telling me what to do because so far, I know pretty damn well that I'm not meddling in your fucking business."
Mark pushes a hard hand on Johnny, making him stumble a little. "My relationship has nothing to do with this. Are you jealous? Because if you are, I know pretty damn well you can score a lot of chicks here. I don't see the problem."
Johnny tries to speak but was unable to because Mark had already stormed off elsewhere.
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"Shit. My parents are coming to fetch me today." Yuta runs a veiny hand through his ginger hair; another reason for his parents to pull him out of university. But here's the first:
Jaehyun, disinterested even if he knew it was serious whenever Yuta's parents butt in and ask why.
"They wanna do a drug test on me."
Jaehyun chortles, "What? You? What made them think that? Besides you acting like a crackhead?"
"They got this stupid email from the dean that I was amongst the randomly chosen individuals to get tested." He pops a sour kid patch in his mouth, "They're never letting this go." He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. "I have never even tried NCT." he rolls his eyes.
Yuta, though by the looks of him, gave an impression of a boy who would try everything in front of him, but he's a wuss with a good conscience. Too good.
"Well, you are innocent after all, right?" Jaehyun shrugs. "There's nothing to worry about. Um, besides your dyed hair, your tattoo, that lip piercing." He eyes him up and down. "No biggie, just probably uh—two weeks worth of grounding. And no allowance."
"Fuck you man." the ginger-haired boy glared.
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Johnny walks around the campus, alone. It sucked to not be on good terms with Mark, what ever happened to bros before hoes? It just wasn't the same doing things without him. Johnny had given Mark his personal space for the both of you, but at times like this—it was the hardest to stay out of it.
As he passes by the back of the Fine Arts building, he sees two familiar faces on the exposed staircase.
He squints his eyes and tries to focus on who those people might be, the mop of ash purple hair too familiar. But one thing that utterly shocked him was the sight of someone he expected the least.
It was you and Jaehyun, standing way too close to each other for anyone's liking.
Johnny takes a deep breath and sucks in his cheeks. He didn't know what this meant, and he wished he wouldn't have to be the one to give it any interpretation that would disappoint him and especially Mark.
He walks away from the scene before you get a chance to see him.
"Jaehyun, you don't have to stand this close to me," You backed up, hips hitting the ledge lightly.
He looks to the side, then back at you. "Sorry," he cockily says, backing up with both of his hands raised. "Can't help it. My best friend's too fine. And someone was looking." he mumbles.
"What?"
"Nothing, he's gone"
"You know I'm with Kalen right now Jaehyun." You say with worry, it could've been anyone. "Quit. Don't ruin this for me."
He manages to let a disgruntled chuckle, "And yet you still can't put a label on it."
And with that, he was off.
The entire time Johnny was battling with himself if she should tell Mark about what he saw or not. Them being in a misunderstanding right now doesn't change the fact that he was still his best friend.
After the excruciatingly slow walk to the dorm, he had hoped that Mark wouldn't be around, so he wouldn't have to face him with the information he had right away. He couldn't even form the words for it. The. again, when did anything ever go his way, right?
Johnny enters the room and there was Mark, munching on some chips while viewing something on his laptop. Something probably for one of his classes. Mark didn't have to take this so seriously (by this he meant his classes) but he did, because the Mark we all know just loved to learn. Good for him.
He ignores Johnny's presence; though he was very much aware of it. The elder plops down his bed and grabs his football to toss around. It was so awkward; not greeting each other with their usual weirdness and excitement. It felt like there was this gaping hole between them that both of them were afraid to cross, and no one had the initiative to take a risk—for now.
"Find anything?" Johnny asks Mark, eyes on the ceiling.
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"Do you have anything?"
Well, he did. But not about their task. Instead, he says "Nope." but he couldn’t help but ask. “How are you and y/n?”
“Good.” Mark plainly answers.
“Good.”
And left it at that.
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You were going to let your parents meet Mark today, and his would meet yours. You were new to this, there was not a single man you had introduced to your parents, aside from Jaehyun. But that was a different story, because Jaehyun was a childhood friend.
So Mark was the first… whatever this was called. You couldn’t get yourself to call him that, you didn’t deserve to. For you labels were earned, not just given. But this will do for now.
You see him from a distance with his parents, he resembled his father’s face structure and his mother’s eyes. His smile was uniquely his own. You wave a hand in the air and he catches the sight of it, smiling even wider.
“You’re in college again honey?” Mark’s mom asks, clueless.
“Mom, I'm undercover please don’t bring that up anywhere. Please keep quiet for me.” He whispers sternly.
His mom zips her mouth figuratively, his dad got the idea of the whole thing, so they acted according to the assignment.
As he got closer to where you were, his legs grew weak. But he couldn’t falter, he had to put on a strong face. But at that moment, Mark wanted to be buried alive. He wanted to turn his back and run away.
“Mom, dad, this is Kalen.” You present him to them with a grin.
“H-hello.” Mark lets out, his chest clenching.
“Kalen. You sure I haven’t seen you before?” Your father says, gripping Mark’s hand firm, he could almost squeeze the guts out of it. Your father was his deputy chief.
Mark, crushed under the man’s grip, “N-no sir.” he manages to blurt out.
You sense the tension and tell your dad, “Dad, that’s enough.”
Your dad let go, with a smug and bitter look on his face. Your mom, who- with absolutely no idea what Mark has to do with your father, greets him politely.
You greet Mark's parents with glee, and proceed to walk with him, keeping a fair distance from both your parents. "Sorry about my dad, he's just stressed about his job. He's a deputy chief, rustling with knuckleheads all the time." You explain.
Sure he's been through a lot. Mark thought. "Yea yea, I totally get it. It's fine." he nods. Knuckleheads. He laughs to himself.
The rest of the parents’ day event was a total drag, every time Mark got into eye contact with their chief, it had seemed like the man wanted to rip his head away from his body, or maybe skin him alive. Mark had no idea, because if he did he wouldn’t have risked going this far with you. What is left to do now? How can he ever face his boss knowing that he broke the first rule given to them right in his face? And with his own daughter? He should start digging his own grave at this point.
But the chief didn't lay a finger on him, not now when his daughter was at stake.
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Mark has been itching to tell Johnny about what had happened. He was willing to set aside their differences because he needed his best friend, now.
"Johnny-" Mark breathes, not making eye contact with the elder who was on his phone, this room had been dead silent for days.
Johnny's head perks up, it was nice hearing him call his name again. "Yeah?"
"I kinda messed up… big time." Mark scratches the back of his head, shameful.
Johnny sits up, and listens to the younger more attentively. "What do you mean?"
"Y/n.." he trails off, "Y/n is the chief's daughter." And catches his face on his hands.
"Fuck…" Johnny didn't know what to say. "How'd you know?"
"The student-parent weekend thing. God, I swear dude he was going to skin me alive if he could. But shit, I didn't know!" Mark exclaims, hands all over the place. "If I did then I wouldn't have gone through with this. She has never told me about her parents until that day. I don't know what to do."
He seemed so helpless, he didn't want to break to you like this, it was too messy. But damn if he didn't want to keep being with you. It couldn't end like this, not yet.
"I- I don't know what to say man… God I'm sorry this sucks ass. You know I always let you do what makes you happy right? But what if," Johnny stops, debating if he should go on with what he planned to say.
"What if?" Mark anticipates.
"What if she isn't who you thought she was?"
"Great. I'm so fucking stupid for thinking you would be with me on this one." Mark slams his hands on his lap and stands, slamming the door on the way out.
"Mark-" Johnny reaches for the door but misses a beat, it was too late. He let his best friend slip away from him again.
And as soon as Mark left their room, he was on his way to meet up with you, hoping you would be free. He hadn't had much time with you after the following days of the event because you had always excused yourself with how busy you are with your submissions and requirements, or that's what you would like to tell him.
Your phone rings in your pocket as you excuse yourself from the people you were with at the moment, when you check to see who it was, you find the quietest place possible.
"Kalen," You spoke, "What's up?"
"Are you free? I was hoping I'd finally catch you."
You sigh, you missed spending time with him. "I am," you say in advance before you bail out of this place you were in. "See you at the cafe in 10?"
You hear him chuckle over the line, and you just knew he was smiling when he said "Great, I'll see you."
"See you, Kal." You smile and tuck your phone back in your pocket.
"Who was that?" Jaehyun asks when he bumps into you in the hallway of the frat house. "Oh you've got that sickening smile right now. It must've been Kalen" He rolls his eyes.
"Whatever Jae," You brush past him. "I'm heading out."
"But we're not done!"
You didn't respond and left, shutting the door behind you.
The cafe was a short walk from your university, but you just happened to bump into Mark on the way, now you don't have to walk alone.
He smoothly slips his hand in yours, holding it gently and reading your expression. You look to the side with a wide grin on your face, unable to help the fact that you were blushing like crazy.
"Nice hoodie," he comments. The garment looked a little too familiar to him, he just couldn't quite put his finger on it. “You never gave back my jacket..”
You mentally facepalm, forgetting the fact that you were wearing Jaehyun's hoodie. You pray that Mark wouldn't see this on him anytime soon, you wouldn't want him to get a bad idea.
"Oh right that, I’ll get it dry cleaned and I’ll give it back" you utter. "Something bothering you?" You ask, trying to read his sulky expression.
He shakes his head, "No no, I want you to keep it. And I just missed you." He forms a small smile, making your heart melt. You were so easily captivated by his presence that it scared you. He always left you feeling unhinged—in a good way.
"I missed you too, tiger." You grip his hand a little tighter.
When he licks his lips, only by then you realize how much you missed kissing him. Right then and there, you just wanted another taste. This was exactly why you were trying to keep yourself busy and away from him for a bit; you had to convince yourself that you couldn’t be attached to him because you could never take care of the things you keep.
He opens the door for you like always and the chimes in the cafe ring in a sweet melody, a sound that always reminds you of your moments with him. The both of you always shared comfortable memories in this cafe, from small coffee dates to working on papers until it closed. You couldn’t imagine sharing it with anyone else.
When you settle down he automatically takes your usual orders right away. You could not take your eyes off him, he was such a dream.
He sets the tray down with your drinks, and a pastry that you shared a love-hate relationship with. Cheesecake.
You chuckle at the thought of recalling all the times that you convinced Mark that cheesecake slices weren’t supposed to be as huge as they are and that there are definitely better one’s in other places, but Mark’s favorite was Starbucks’. Maybe that’s why you have learned to love it somehow, because you get to enjoy it with him.
"I thought you didn't like this? You almost finished the whole thing… I literally bought this for myself." He says sarcastically, very much amused at how you barely even noticed that you were close to finishing the entire thing.
"Oh shit.. sorry" You show him a pout and feed the last piece to him. "Here." You smile cutely.
He rolls his eyes and bites it off your fork, you both bid goodbye to the cheesecake.
Mark’s phone rings in his pocket and when he checks to see, it was Johnny. He lets out a sigh and puts his phone back in his pocket.
“Are you going to take that?” You ask.
“Nah”
But Johnny was persistent, he did see this coming. He knew that Mark would ignore him at first so he decided to send him a message. This was about their job.
“Mark, I know you hate me right now but we have to go to the office. Yuta’s tests came back.” Johnny sends.
Mark takes a peek at his message, immediately standing up.
“Where are you going?” You say, surprised.
“I’m sorry I gotta go- meet my brother. He needs me for something.” He hesitantly leans forward, wanting to kiss you on the lips but kisses your forehead instead. “Text me when you get home okay?.” And with that, he was off.
Mark rings Johnny and the elder quickly answers the call, Mark informs him that he would be heading to the office by himself since he was already closer to the location.
But he suddenly remembers about his conflict with the chief. So he waited for Johnny to arrive outside.
Lowering his pride he says, “I’m scared.”
Johnny looks at him with empathy and says, “We can’t change what happened Mark. Just take it all in for now and we’ll figure out what to do about it later.” He pats the younger’s back and gives his shoulders an assuring squeeze before heading inside.
Mark could not look at his boss, the feeling of wanting to be eaten alive was back again, why did he have to be your father?
When Mark finally gets the courage to face him, the chief yells, “The fuck are you looking at?” making Mark flinch and shrink into his seat.
Johnny felt the need to protect his friend and at the same time, to get what they were really here for. “Um, Sir can you save the ass beating for next time? We really need to look into Yuta’s results now.” He scratches the back of his neck.
The chief grunts angrily, getting the file from his drawer. “Negative.” He says.
Mark and Johnny give each other a look and take the folder that had the results, trying to analyze how it could possibly be negative.
“Dammit.” Johnny whispers to himself, they had to move quickly before everything slips away from them. He takes note of Yuta’s contact number in the file to use for later. He closes the folder and places it back on the desk. “We’ll take care of this chief.”
“You better. And you,” He presses a hard finger on Mark’s chest, “Stop fucking around with my daughter. I’ll cut your dick off.”
Mark purses his lips before speaking, “She’s-” he gulps, “She’s really great sir. I’m not playing around with her. I’d never do anything to hurt her.”
“You already are.”
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The following day, Yuta receives a text from an unknown number, asking him to meet in an unusual location on campus. He was very skeptical at first but believed that it was probably harmless.
“Yah, Rolan! Sup.” He offers his fist to bump. “I was just waiting for someone here too. Some random number texted me and I was like "you know, fuck it"” he shrugs.
Johnny couldn’t help but chuckle. Was innocence even the word to describe this? "And you believed them?" Johnny shakes his head.
“Yeah! Look here’s the number” he flashes his phone screen to Johnny, “I wonder where they are. Let me give them a call.” he mindlessly puts the phone next to his ear. Yuta hears a muffled cellphone ringtone and looks around for it. “Yo, your phone’s ringing you should get that.” Yuta says to Johnny, still having absolutely no idea.
“It was us who texted you, dummy.” Mark retorts, appearing from the shadows, now both of them are cornering Yuta.
“Yo,-” Yuta laughs, still not getting the point of this all. “What’s your name again?”
Mark rolls his eyes, “Kalen.”
“Right! Kalen wassup? You’re his brother right?” Yuta points to Johnny with his thumb up.
Johnny pops a tongue in his cheeks, and cocks his brow. “Alright, fun’s over.” It was a shame he had to do this too early, but it had to stop. He locks Yuta’s throat with his arm, pushing him onto the solid brick wall.
Yuta tries to toughen up and tries to push Johnny’s arm off, but due to their size difference, Johnny definitely kept him still.
“What do you know about him” Johnny asks sternly.
“A-about who?” Yuta coughs.
“Jaehyun. What does he do?” Mark follows.
“Besides being the most handsome man I know, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Mark shakes his head, “Well,” and gets a gun out of the pocket of his hoodie. “Will this make you talk?”
Yuta looks at him with wide eyes, he was now scared shitless. “Why- how- who are you guys!” He exclaims.
“The police mother fucker.” Johnny says.
But despite everything, Yuta’s tactless mouth was definitely not his best asset. “I knew it. you looked too old to be a freshman.” He looks over at Johnny. “And you, I didn’t expect you to be a cop but you did give Narc vibes in that philosophy class.”
Mark and Johnny give each other a look, they could not be sidetracked.
“Are you done?” Johnny tells Yuta, and he simply nods. “So are you going to talk?”
“I’m telling you I don’t know! He never trusts me with his business, he says I have a big mouth.”
Mark snickers, “I can tell.”
Yuta scoffs, and follows, “He’s been out often recently, but he never tells me where he’s going. So I don’t know what I can do for you.”
“Listen here buddy,” Johnny warns. “If this gets to your parents that you’re involved with someone who supplies and distributes drugs, you’re going to get your entire family deported. Do you want that?”
Yuta gulps, “No.” then helplessly says, “I don’t know how to earn his trust with these kinds of things. He’s known me since forever but-”
“No buts.” Mark interrupts. “Use that head of yours or your ass is going back to Japan.”
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Yuta had been on edge ever since that encounter with Mark and Johnny, now this entire thing would be up to him if he cooperated or not. Yuta’s heart had been lost a couple times, but it was definitely looking to be in the right place. So he’s trying his best to help out, even if it meant that he would have to turn in his best friend.
When he gets the time to be alone with his thoughts he looks back at all the times that Jaehyun had made him feel like he wasn’t enough to be his friend. Not giving him a good position in football, walking out on him whenever he wanted to, keeping secrets from him. Maybe he was too busy trying so hard to be validated by Jaehyun that he never really got to realize that he lost himself in the process. Letting himself be trampled all over by everyone; this was his time to do something not just for himself, but for everyone else.
On the night when Jaehyun could not escape from Yuta’s presence any longer, he thought that it would be harmless to let his friend tag along for once. It’s not like he had other friends to be with, right? Right. Jaehyun could believe that if he wanted to.
“I’m a bit sore today, you think you can drive me?” Jaehyun asks Yuta as they were walking in the parking lot after practice.
To be fair, Yuta was sore too. But of course they wouldn’t care. “Alright, where to?” He still manages to say.
“I’ll tell you along the way.”
Yuta simply shrugs and Jaehyun tosses him his car keys, placing their gym bags at the trunk of his car. Jaehyun had given him directions while driving and it was somewhere he had never been and seen before. “Are you sure it’s here?” He says, trying to drive into a dark abandoned building with only the car’s headlights being the source of light.
“Yeah yeah, wait for me here.” Jaehyun opens the door of the car and slips away from it. “Don’t worry, this place is safe.” He tells Yuta and shuts the door close.
Yuta immediately whips out his phone, thinking that this might be his biggest clue and texts Johnny.
I don’t know where I am, but I’m gonna send you my pinned location based on what my gps says alright? I think this was where Jaehyun had been going.
Johnny immediately tells Mark about this and they immediately take their car to go to where Yuta had told them.
Rolan: Yuta, it’s not safe for you to stay there. Can you drive away and head back here? It would be better if we keep you alive.
I guess I could, Jaehyun’s pretty far out now. I saw him go in somewhere, I’m sure you’ll find this entrance when you get here.
With that Yuta drives off and tries to find his way back to the campus, hoping that this would be successful for Mark and Johnny. He had such a strong feeling about this, everything could go right, or just extremely wrong. But he had to expect both to keep his feet on the ground. He did the right thing. He kept telling himself that.
“Dude this place is sketchy as hell.” Mark says, looking around. “Do you think Yuta told us the truth? I mean he’s Jaehyun’s bestfriend right?”
“It wouldn’t hurt to try Mark, he seemed pretty genuine about it. Besides, all Jaehyun does is use him. I’m sure he’s tired of it.” Johnny says as they searched the place with their flashlights, their guns ready to fire if they ever go under attack.
Finally, they find the entrance Yuta has been talking about, the chain attached to the door unlocked and loosened. When they get closer they arm themselves and keep their guard, Johnny kicks the door open and Mark could not believe what he had just seen.
This couldn’t be. He kept repeating to himself, he didn’t want to believe that this was his reality.
The reality that you were the one who was behind all of this.
“Hands up! We’re the police.” Johnny shouts, echoing throughout the entire warehouse.
Mark gulps, he could not bring himself to move his feet and go closer. When you see him, you feel like you have been the biggest disappointment in someone’s life. “Kalen,” You plead with your hands up, terrified with the fact that Johnny had called off a warning shot, making you and Jaehyun back up.
“Y/n.” Mark says, still struggling to get closer to you and lift his arm to aim his gun towards you. “Why- how could you?”
And you couldn’t answer him. The last thing you ever wanted to do was disappoint him, and yet you turned out to be every single disappointment that this world could think of.
“Great.” Jaehyun says in anger, remorseful with the fact that both of you just got caught by the two people who had been the closest to you these past months.
“Mark, come on. This is just as hard as it is for me than it is for you. We have to do this. It’s all we’ve been working for.” Johnny faces him, also extremely disheartened by this revelation.
Mark? His real name was Mark? “Who’s Mark?” You ask before he continues to approach you.
“Right. Now you know.” He takes a deep breath. He gets his handcuffs out of his pocket and races towards you before you could even get away. It was bizarre; how you even thought of escaping this.
“You have the right to remain silent,” His hands shake while putting them against your back, “Anything that you say can and will be held against you in the court of law.” He swallows, and you sob.
“I’m so sorry I-” he cuts you off.
“You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you.” He concludes the Miranda rights and adds, “It’s one thing to disappoint me, but another to disappoint your father.”
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Hi dear! I’m not too sure if this is too specific or odd for you to write, but if not may I request Vincent comforting his pregnant s/o after Bo makes a rude comment about their baby bump size? Thank you so much and take care 💕
Anon, I'd love to do more 'mature' kind of stuff like pregnancy and other related kinks -Lactation kink and such- This fic is just fluff though! Take care of yourself and thank you! 🐇💕
Vincent Sinclair x Female Reader (Pregnant Reader)
Underthecut - Fluff, Angst, Jonesy being a good girl, Pregnancy stuff, Bo being a dick, Mentions of Killing and noncon (Brief and not with the reader)
"You know, I wouldn't doubt if half of that bump was from all that food you've been eatin." Bo snarked as he caught you mid-waddle down the streets of Ambrose with Jonesy in tow.
Jonesy whined and gave Bo a soft ruff. Her wet nose tickled your fingers.
You froze. Shoulders slumped as you spoke with a vulnerable tone, "I'm pregnant you backwoods bastard." The tears welled up, bottom lip trembled as he shuffled back to the house of wax.
Bo hollered out to you, "Aw, c'mon, sweetpea! I'm just messin around!" Jonesy, tell er!"
Jonesy barked and growled at Bo as you two made your way up the street.
Every sniffle and tear made you feel like shit as if you didn't already. "Thanks, Jonesy." You patted her head, "God, your uncle sure is a dick. And he's basically my stupid brother-in-law"
You broke out into a sob, Jonesy pressed her weight against your legs, her whines telling you she understood. Might not fully understand why you were upset, but upset nonetheless.
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Vincent busied himself with his latest creation, a teddy. He wanted it to be perfect. It was for her firstborn child after all, and that little munchkin deserved the best.
The best...
He pounded, a slight frown as he sat back in his chair. Could he give the best? Could he give his child everything their little heart desired? Realistically he knew no parent could.
It still ate away at him. Festered deep within him after the rush of excitement at the pregnancy news had worn off.
It had taken months of talking to calm him down about his appearance. Would the baby be scared of him? Screech and scream as he neared, as he neared you.
"Vincent, the baby doesn't know the concept of 'normal' They'll simply see you as their father."
He wanted to cry when you spoke those words to him.
He wasn't usually soft, years all walls being put up made him cold and calculating. No one was to tear them down.
No one but you.
"Vincent, stop worrying. Things will work out, you and Bo have been at this whole thing for years now. Sure a Baby is hard work but, we can do it."
More words replayed in his head,
"You know, Vince, I'm just as nervous. I too worry if I'll be good enough."
He cursed himself, he wished he could verbally to you just how amazing you'll be. How beautiful you look pregnant and how much more you'll look while carrying the baby in your arms.
He knows you'll look pregnant while you breastfeed, how naturally it will come to you. How the baby will cry when out of your arms.
Prayed the baby would never cry in his arms. Prayed you were right and the baby just saw him as a dad. Not some freak.
"The mask will scare him, Vince. So don't wear it around the baby!"
Vincent shook his head, snapped his attention back to the little teddy bear he was working on.
It had beige fur with buttons for eyes. Two blue-coloured buttons to match his eyes. A white snout with a sewn-in pink nose. It had a little black side smile, like the one you gave him when you were being smart with him.
Vincent perked up, the sound of his two favourite girls entering through the basement door elated him.
"Vincent?"
his heart stopped as your wobbly voice carried down the stairs.
"Vincent, I need you."
Vincent moved quicker than he could have imagined. A hand ran over Jonesy as he dashed up the stairs to place his large hand on your belly.
"Is...it...time?" He coughed as he held a powerless look. His heart sank as he watched the tears freely flow from your eyes, down your delicate cheeks.
"No, it was," A hiccup and a long sniffle, "Bo. He implied I looked fat!"
You collapsed into Vincent's arm with an audible thud, your heavy sobs muffled as you buried your face into his chest.
Vincent rolled his one eye and scooped you up. He bit his lip, his unscared cheek went pink as his chest rumbled.
He set you down on the bed next to Jonesy. He playfully shook his head as he looked down at you.
"What? Go kick his ass!"
Vincent clenched his chest, a wide smile, soft huffs from his mouth, he was laughing, to the best of his ability.
"It's not funny, Vince! You don't say that to a pregnant lady!"
He knew you were right, Bo shouldn't have said it. Was still funny how your hormones got the best of you. Normally if Bo would say such a thing to you, it would turn into a full-on verbal showdown.
Vincent sat behind you on the bed, pulled you into his chest, rested his chin on your shoulder as he pulled up the large t-shirt you wore. His. To rub your swollen belly.
You shifted uncomfortably as his fingers traced over your stretch marks. A slight whimper as his free arm wrapped itself around your chest, "Vinny, those are sore too," You gestured towards your breasts.
"M..sorry." He eased up but kept your firm against him.
His gentle strokes on your tummy, a figure pattern on your large baby bump had you sigh, your muscles eased as you shimmied closer in his arms.
The heat rose to your face, "Thanks, Vinny." You kissed his cheek, "I'm not fat?"
He coughed in an attempt to chuckle, "No...You...look beautiful."
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"Hey," You shuffled around Jonsey, an impromptu dance as you kept giggling when she pushed her snout under your large shirt. Her wet, cold nose on your sensitive skin making you shriek and jump. "I think she's excited for the baby!"
Vincent sat on the large rock outside, his sketchbook in hand, the charcoal dusting his fingers as he captured the scene in front of him.
Each stroke was careful, each tiny detail was deliberate.
The way you moved in tandem with Jonesy was captured on the worn page.
"Well?" You shot him a look before you screamed, Jonesy's wet nose making contact with your belly. "You think she's excited or what?"
His smile made your chest tingle, your heartbeat out of synch for a few beats.
"You excited to meet your baby sister or brother?" Jonesy sneezed, her tail whipped about like a weed wacker gone loose. Her brown eyes held a warmth to them.
That was it.
Vincent worked furiously on the page, the way his two favourite girls shared a moment made his creativity course through him.
He silently cursed Bo. This would be a perfect opportunity to captured these moments on camera. But, "Hey, I need a momento of me and this blonde!" If momento he meant a porno slash snuff film...well fuck him then.
Maybe it was fair. He did hog the camera. From making Sex tapes with you, from basic sex to one long video of him drugging you and dressing you up. Many videos featuring the aftermath of his kills.
"Vincent!"
your voice snapped him out of his recollection.
"Vincent!" The way you joyously called to him as Jonsey greedily kissed your tummy with her nose had him carefully set down the sketchbook. "You better get over here!"
He grabbed you, you back against his chest as he held up your bump. The way he sighed and leaned back told him the action was appreciated. But, it held you in place and, allowed Jonesy to give you all the kisses she wanted.
"Vincent!"
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~Undercover~ Part 1 💗
Gojo satoru fluff/smut
warning: MDNI, 18+, Smut, Language, sexual situations, gore, Dom spy Gojo etc
“Y/N” warm breath brushes against your earlobe.
“Smile baby, They are watching “ you say through your teeth smiling and nodding at passerby’s. He scoffs, picking up his scotch on the rocks. He scans the perimeter sizing up the crowd, His crystal blue eyes Dart at the speed of light. You watch him, drinking in how dashing he looks tonight. He stood there long legged clad in a all black vintage Versace suit. His golden cuff links danced in under the light of the chandeliers above. His white hair was slick back exposing his sharp jawline and gorgeous glossy features. He leaned against the bar sipping on a glass you wished could be you. You didn’t particularly enjoy these missions but you and Gojo satoru were the best of the best.
The mission was simple, infiltrate the Gala and dispose of the target. Despite your everyday lack of people skills when it came time for a mission you always knew how to turn the charm up. Your presence had the power to make a whole room go silent, All eyes on you.
All the men loved you and all the women wanted to be you, A true blessing and curse. Gojo held the exact same power if not more, he was stunning the embodiment of envy. Headquarters decided to pair up their two secret weapons which is how you became partnered with the famous sorcerer.
You two put that power on full display as you weave through the crowd hand in hand. Conversations go silent as they gawk at you passing by, Gojo squeezes your hand tighter. You spot your target at the top of the grand stair case walking into what seemed like a private VIP room. You and Gojo’s eyes meet in a telepathic agreement as you push your way to the staircase. The crowd quiets down as they watch you and Gojo climb the stairs, the air fills with mumbles and girly giggles.
“I guess I truly am the main attraction “ He coos, shooting you a cocky wink.
“Hardly, It’s clear I’m the sexy one in this partnership” You joke.
“Damn right” his thumb traces the back of your hand. You look down slightly flustered, He was a playboy so you never paid his flirtation much mind . You shake your head composing yourself for what might happen next. ‘This isn’t the time for distractions’ you think to yourself releasing his hand once you reach the top.
“How exactly do you plan to get in there” he questions.
“Leave it to me” you take off swiftly down the hall heels clicking against the marble floor , Gojo follows after you.
You stop in front of a door reading ‘storage’ he gives you a curious look.
“Ugh fuck it’s locked “ you say, yanking at the handle.
“Leave it to me” He shoves you gently against the door, you stare into his icy orbs as he leans in cupping the back of your head. His hands work into your hair, your eyes begin to flutter as he draws nearer, your heart is pounding.
He tilts your head back massaging your scalp with the pads of his fingers. He pulls away suddenly your hair falls to your shoulders in a wave. He holds up his hand your ruby hair clip is perched between his slender fingers.
“Keep watch Doll” He crouches down working quickly on the lock, you turn away flustered to watch the surrounding area.
After a while Two men with ear pieces walk past, you slap Gojos Shoulder mumbling “Someone’s coming!” He mutters a curse twisting at the lock faster.
Click.
The door swings open, he grabs your wrist dragging you inside.
“Ouch!” Your foot hits a mop bucket.
“Oh yeah laugh it up asshole” you sneer watching him double over in quiet laughter.
He stands wiping the tears from his eyes “ So step one is out the way, what’s next boss” he leans against the metal shelf arms folded. You turn your back to him lifting your hair exposing the back of your red gown.
“Unzip me” you order.
“ Wow in the middle of a mission huh, Alright but it has to be a quickie “ he grabs your waist pulling you back your ass slams against his bulge. You stomp your heel down crashing into his leather loafer.
His grip tightens in pain his fingers dig into your hips “Ah-“ you moan pushing away from him.
“No you idiot! Just unzip the dress!” He mumbles curses as he pulls down the zipper revealing a black leather body suit.
Your dress falls and he takes a closer look at you, your thighs are covered by lacy black thigh high stockings. Your breast sit perched on your chest cleavage nearly bursting free. You reach into your hand bag pulling out a pair of elbow length black gloves.
“Hold this” you shove your bag into his hands, you grab the base of your wig pulling it off in one motion revealing your natural hair underneath. Gojo bites his lip shamelessly scanning you from head to toe.
“Like what you see?” You tease.
He runs his hand through his frosty locs.
“Love it” he says.
You stuff your gown behind the chemical shelf, “Here put this on” you hand him a solid gold chain, he raises an eyebrow.
He slides the chain around his neck nodding in approval.
“The target is hosting a private auction, He’s been trading curse infected humans on the underground market...women specifically, a true fucking sicko. The theme of tonight’s room is pussy to put it plainly. We’re going in undercover as a stripper and body guard. Tonight my name is Elektra, got it?” You state.
“ So tonight I’m your pimp?...” he chuckles you slap his chest playfully.
“Shut u-“ Your head snaps to the door, Gojo gives you an apologetic nod before wrapping his hand around your throat pulling you into a fierce kiss. His hand slides down the length of your back hovering on your ass, his grip settling on the curve where you thigh meets your cheek pulling you deeper into his heated lips. His fingers trail further between your thighs pressing against your quivering cunt.
“Uhn- Ah” you moan into the kiss throwing your arms around his neck.
The door flies open, the men you’d seen just minutes ago stand there in full combat mode.
“Can’t a guy get alittle privacy “ Gojo chuckles slapping your ass.
“Ah I feel so embarrassed “ you nuzzle into his jacket playing coy.
The men look you up and down in suspicion hands reaching for their pockets.
“I’d say you could stay and watch but that would cost you...” He smirks stealing your lips for another kiss ramming his tongue down your throat.
The men look away uncomfortably, the Man to the left reaches up pressing his ear piece. “False alarm” he calls over the radio.
“Get the fuck out of here if I catch you sneaking around again.... your dead” he warns.
Gojo giggles blowing the men a kiss as they slam the door shut.
You realize how close you two are, how his fingers are pressing gently into your core. You jump pushing him into the shelf behind.
“L-let’s go we have a job to finish” you say sternly sliding on your trench coat.
His tongue slides over his reddened lips giving you a cunning smile.
“After you princess”
~part 2 coming soon Stay tuned it gets spicy~ 🌶 🥵
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Little Girl. (Younger!Nine/Wookjin x You)
•TRIGGER WARNING•
Warning(s): Semi-Noncon, humiliation, degradation, size kink, fingering, slapping, hair pulling, choking, strong language, older!y/n, spanking, wedging, a dash of fear kink. Read at your own risk. Both of you are of legal age in this.
The air in Y/n's apartment was thick with tension as she awkwardly nodded at Wookjin, the son of her kind neighbour lady seated comfortably on the couch in her living room as she fumbled through one of her drawers, grabbing the teaching notes she needed to help the boy with, still clad in her work clothes which were a tight black pencil skirt and a pretty peach dress shirt, feet bare.
Wookjin bit his lip as she looked her tight ass up and down from behind since she was crouching to level herself with the piece of furniture. The boy was struggling to fight the urge to undo the high professional bun her hair was in. It looked so pretty when it was down, flowing down her shoulders and ending just above her waist. Fuck. She was so beautiful. It was a shame how she was all smiles with him when she first moved in the apartment complex but started avoiding him when she learnt that he was just a college sophomore.
Y/n sighed as she dropped a booklet yet again, trying to suppress the shudder in her fingers. Although she had her back to the boy, the woman knew he was staring. God damn. He was always fucking staring. She hated it. If it weren't for his friendly and kind mother, she never would have agreed to tutor Wookjin.
She wanted to smack herself for being so stupid. Without knowing his age Y/n had so stupidly flirted with him here and there when she first moved in. Only to find out that he was 5 fucking years younger than her.
And the fact that his door was right opposite to hers didn't fucking help.
"O- Okay!" Finally standing up with the materials and notes she needed, Y/n softly pulled in a long breath, closing the drawer with her foot before whipping around. "Let's sta-" a surprised scream escaped the girl, the bunch in her hand falling down on the ground when she came chest to face contact with the younger one, blinking up at him in surprise, unconsciously gulping down a bike.
"W- What are you doing, Wookjin?" Her voice broke towards the end of the sentence, breath hitching as she reflexively tried to step back, ass hitting the chest of drawers.
"Tsk. Don't hurt that pretty little butt now." The woman's cheeks flushed hot at his vulgar words, heart leaping up in her throat when he placed his hand on the piece of furniture besides her, leaning down to level his face to her smaller height.
"W- Wookjin! What is this-!"
"Tsk." Using the back of his hand to lightly slap her pretty lips, the boy clicked his tongue. "Funny how you talk so much yet go mute whenever I am around" inching his lips closer to the female's, Wookjin stared down at her pretty lips, breaths getting heavier against them. "What did I even do, hm? One moment you were acting like you wanted me to fuck all your holes numb the next you started avoiding me for no reason." Before he could stop himself, his slender fingers wrapped around her pretty neck.
Fuck. It felt even better than he'd imagined. So soft, so thin, so pretty and vulnerable.
He felt his cock getting hard.
"Hm?" Raising an eyebrow he trailed his fingers up and towards her jaw, cupping it before his thumb rubbed her luscious bottom lip. "Cat got your tongue again, hm?"
Y/n felt tears welling up in her eyes. Fuck. She felt so small and weak. Body frozen. "T- This is... wrong" was the only thing she could whisper helplessly. So wrong yet so good. But she didn't want to admit it. "I- I am older-"
"Tsk." Closing the distance between them in a swift motion, Wookjin pressed his lips against hers, almost moaning at the heavenly feeling. Fuck. They were so wet and soft. "Seriously?" He whispered against her lips after pulling back, other hand trailing up her sides. "That's your lame reason? Age doesn't determine anything. If you're a weak little girl who needs someone to take care of her you just are-"
"N- No!" Her features hardened, displeasing the boy as she tried to stop the hand that was travelling down to her ass, weakly pushing at his strong chest. "I am n- not weak! This is wrong! I knew this was a bad idea! Get ou-" her words locked up in her throat in surprise when a soft slap was placed on her cheek.
"Really? Funny you say that because I see you struggling with basic tasks around the complex all the time. It's quite pathetic actually. How someone your age still can't do basic things properly. A surprise how you secured this job you have honestly." Y/n's cheeks glowed red in embarrassment at his words.
Fuck. She hated how his words effected her. From the butterflies in her stomach all the way down south.
No. Wookjin was so much younger than her. He was basically a kid and she was a university lecturer. How could she let him treat her like that and make her feel do small?
And just why the fuck did she like it?
Ugh.
Her head was spinning.
"S- Shut… up" the boy threw his head back and let out a loud laugh at her petty little words.
"Aw is that the best you've got, huh little girl?" Shaking his head, he whipped the older around and forcefully pushed her against the chest of drawers, not hesitating to rip her tight little skirt all the way up to her ass, pulling at the g-string she was wearing underneath in a harsh and humiliating wedgie, landing slaps on her ass.
"Look at this pathetic little thing thinking she can decide things around here. Tsk." Y/n bit down on her bottom lip, helplessly gripping the furniture as her face burnt in embarrassment, toes barely touching the ground due to the wedgie she was in.
Fuck. It hurt so good. She hated it.
"Quiet again, huh?" Squeezing and pulling at one of her fat ass cheeks, Wookjin landed another harsh spank, pulling the wedgie up and down. "Good. Little girls like you should stay quiet and let Daddy take care of them. That's when they're the prettiest" her chest was heaving up and down, ass crack, pussy and butt cheeks on fire from the assault they were under.
The woman how good it felt. She felt so vulnerable and weak. So helpless. And then being treated like such a small little thing by someone so much younger that she'd tried to act all big in front of.
An involuntary moan escaped her when Wookjin moved the string covering her vaginal opening to the side, still having her hanging from the wedgie. "Let's take a look at Daddy's property, shall we?" Followed by a deep chuckle. "Would you look at that!" Y/n's whole body jerked forward from the harsh smack her pussy received. "Acting all innocent and like you don't like it but actually pathetically dripping down there, tsk."
Leaning forward and over her back, the boy placed his chin on her shoulder, middle finger slowly stroking her swollen folds. "But you actually love this, don't you? You filthy little thing" biting down on her ear lobe, the male pulled at it, rubbing her flesh in circular motions, fingertip prodding her entrance. "Being taken care of by Daddy because you're clearly so pathetic on your own." Biting down on her lips, Y/n felt sweat trickling down the back of her thighs, knees trembling and pussy clenching at how good it all felt. "So desperate that you'd let someone so much younger than you put you in your little place."
"P- Please!" The girl whined at last when she felt his covered erection graze against her asshole, the hole clenching in defense. "Please!" Sweat broke down on her forehead, another whine escaping her.
"Please what?" Wookjin breathed in her ear, kissing down her neck and biting the soft skin of her neck softly.
She was so going to regret this when it was over. But Y/n figured she could worry about that later.
"P- Please, W- Wookjin… m- more…" A grin spread across his devilishly handsome face when he heard the words, getting even hard at how pretty she sounded. "P- Please… please… T- Take care of me, D- Daddy… Hhhhaahhhh~" her eyes rolled to the back of her head when his finger slipped in the tight ring of muscles of her virgin pussy.
Yes. You heard it right.
"Good slut…" The boy praised, letting go of the wedgie and allowing her to stand on her feet, gripping her throat and choking her again, pushing her face all the way back and kissing her soft lips upside down, pushing his tongue in and exchanging saliva, finger fucking her tight pussy steady and good. "How does my pretty whore feel?" Letting go of her throat, he messily undid her hair, painfully aroused himself.
"S- So good!" Tears leaked out of her eyes as she cried from the pleasure. Y/n looked so pretty it was blowing Wookjin's mind. Beautiful face red, pretty eyes red eyes full of tears, breaths heavy, skin covered in sweat, legs spread as her underwear laid stretched out on one side, disheveled hair decorating her body and pupils delated, a hickey forming on her neck. "P- Please, more!"
"Fuck!" The boy whispered impatiently, plopping his fingers out of her to have the girl whined with a pout, chuckling deeply before turning her around by the help of her hair, putting her up on the piece of furniture before ripping her shirt open along her bra.
"S- Shit… you're so strong" a smug grin etched on the boy's face at her words as he pushed all the ripped fabrics out of the way, cupping her soft and fat breasts, feeling her hard numbs with the pad of his thumbs, biting his lip when she moaned from the feeling of having her tits massaged.
"Ready, little girl?" Unbuckling his pants, Wookjin uncovered his hard erection, pumping it up and down before smirking. "Brace yourself here I come ready or not~" He loved the worried look on her face as she stared at his huge cock.
"Is it even normal for it to be that big?" She innocently asked, blinking at the boy with her legs spread wide, hands out of the way and fat tits glistening with sweat.
"Awww look at this cute whore being so inexperienced" the boy cooed, wrapping his hands in her hair and aligning his tip with entrance with the help of the other. "Not that I am complaining though-" his words were cut short into a low gasp when he slowly entered her slightly fucked open virgin entrance, grunting at how her walls hugged him. "Fuck!"
"I- I've never done this before with anyone… n- not even myself…" Throwing her head back, the girl cried out, clenching around Wookjin's fat cock in defense, thighs trembling as she felt his lips wrap around one of her nipples, tongue swirling around the fat nub. "B- Because no matter how hard I tried… i- it never felt good, Daddy! Ever!" The woman whined needily, relishing in the pain. "I- It hurts so good, Daddy… Y- You're so good!"
Wookjin fucked her harder upon hearing the confession, grabbing her throat and squeezing the air out of her, biting her other nipple before pulling at it, slapping the other recently abused boob, fondling it before slapping it again, causing the girl to cry out.
"Because you were meant to be my cock sleeve only, babygirl. Of course nobody else can pleasure you like I can. Not even if you try, but-" gripping her soft cheeks, the boy pulled her red and teary face closer to his. "You wouldn't dare, would you?" Y/n whimpered from the frightening look in his eyes, gulping. "What? Didn't hear me?" Slapping her cheek, he gripped her face tightly again. "Answer when you're being spoken to!"
Y/n clenched around his cock, whining loudly before nodding hurriedly. "I- I wouldn't! Never! I would never! I am all y- yours!" She loved how he was treating her. Fuck. He was so good and more. It was perfect.
"Good girl." Wookjin smirked in a satisfied manner, pulling her closer on his cock and himself by her knee, making her scream because it caused his balls to slightly push in her now gaping hole. "Fuck, babygirl… you're much tighter than I'd imagined." Slapping her now bruised marked tits, the boy fucked her walls harder, starting to rub her clit.
The girl yelped, her back arching from the pleasure as she gripped at the younger's strong shoulders, nails digging into his skin and eyes hitting the back of her head from the pleasure, pussy expanding even more now that his balls were also ramming in and out of her, one of the male's hands groping her ass, middle finger stroking her hole which shrunk even smaller in defense.
Whining softly, Y/n's head weakly fell on one of his shoulders, chest heaving up and down as she trembled from the pleasure, softly nibbling on the skin of his neck.
The male chuckled devilishly, prodding her butthole teasingly with the tip of his finger while snapping his hips swift and rough. "Not yet?" He referred towards anal, ignoring the stuff that was falling off the chest from how hard he was fucking her, the loud banging noise of the furniture hitting the wall eliminating the silence in the apartment.
"That's alright, babygirl. We'll get there. None of us are going anywhere, after all."
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Unedited. Honestly, even idk what this is LMFAOOOOOO.
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It’s Alright, I’ve Got You.
Requested?: Yep! @gingeraleluke sent it in and of course I had to write it. One of Dwight’s weapons falls from under a table and Y/N steps on it, prompting Jim to go full blown protective bf even though no-one knows they’re dating!
Word Count: 4.0K+
Author’s Note: I solemnly swear to write as much Jim Halpert fanfiction as y’all want. He is a bean and I love writing Office-universe stuff. After that smut that I released, we do need some fluff though.
Warning: gore, and descriptions of injury. Otherwise, floof.
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You couldn’t remember the last time a storm raged with such force over Scranton, but it did little to keep you in your flat that Tuesday morning. Perhaps, in hindsight, it was a bad omen, a warning of things to come, but you we determined that morning, too stubborn to call in sick or wait for the pouring rains to soften their attack.
That morning, you washed and dried your hair like it wasn’t about to frizz in the humidity, you put on waterproof mascara and set your face with hope the makeup wouldn’t run; you ate your breakfast and drank your first cup of coffee of the morning like the roads outside weren’t a few raindrops from flooding; and you left your apartment, an umbrella over your head as you trotted to your car and tried to ignore the water splashing onto your tights. With a few flips of the key, clearing the exhaust of water, you started your car and breathed a sigh of relief once you were on your way to work. The rain had done little permanent damage, and you were hopeful you would find a parking spot close to the door.
Today was important for you, a meeting with clients at the office to discuss a major shipment you and Jim had been organising for months now, the last thing you wanted to do was be late for it. The job itself was uninteresting to say the least, but you knew you wouldn’t let yourself let Jim down. He was your best friend, your sales partner, and as of recently, the realised love of your life.
Of course, you hadn’t told your co-workers, apart from Pam; but she was a trusted confidante. Apart from her, your relationship was very much private, how both of you liked it for the moment. There was no too-personal questions about sex from Michael, no creepy postulations from Dwight, no dirty glances from Angela for being ‘ruined’: in short, you had peace to work through your relationship at your pace, and it was going great as a result. You’d tell them all soon, obviously, but when was still undetermined.
You slowed at a stop light, your windscreen wipers struggling to keep your window clear for the sheer amount of rain, and you signalled left, deciding to turn on your fog lights on top of your low beams. The roads were too treacherous to avoid safety, and you felt safer as you turned onto the main road, joining a stream of traffic heading into the centre of Scranton, though it was thinner than usual.
The trip to work took longer than usual, but you still arrived early, and gave yourself a moment to prepare yourself for the dash to the door. You tucked your keys into your purse, planning to lock your car from the reception, and you checked your makeup in your rear mirror once more, making sure that your lips were still unsmudged, that the mascara was holding up the title of waterproof. With a final check you had collected your belongings, you kicked your car door out and opened your umbrella against the ice-cold pellets of aqua. You were swift, careful in your heels to avoid drains and broken cement blocks on the path that could splash more water on you.
“Mind if I share?” A voice called through the din of water hitting the ground, and you found a rather wet Jim by your side, his frozen hands coming to your waist and urging you forward as you both fended off the rain with your umbrella. Once you had gotten under the entryway, you shook out your saving grace and closed it, turning to find Jim holding open the front door for you.
“Halpert, you look like a drenched dog.” You stated in place of thanking him for the courtesy, walking into the Scranton Business Park building that housed Dunder Mifflin. Jim followed, deciding to play the part you had assigned and shake the water from his hair, spraying your dress skirt with rainwater. You squealed at the action, letting down your professional demeanour to giggle at the goof you called a boyfriend. After a quick glance behind you to see if anyone was around, you pulled Jim over to you by a sopping wet tie and pressed your lips to his. Sweet, chaste, a secret gesture.
“I always knew you were a dog person.” He responded, capturing your lips once more with a cheeky smile. “Good morning, Y/L/N…” He grinned, sauntering toward the elevator like he hadn’t left your breathless at 8.32 in the morning. You followed after him, the doors opening and both of you stepping into the lift. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the steel, fixing your lipstick quickly as you shot up to your floor. You felt a presence behind you, Jim’s hands resting on your waist for a second time, and you could make out his hazy reflection in the metal.
“Are you still up for a movie tonight?” You asked, unable to stop the blush that rose on your cheeks as Jim’s lips pressed onto the top of your hair, which had managed to survive the weather rather miraculously.
“Like I could ever say no to you.” Jim responded, lifting one of your hands and holding it in his own. Despite the size difference, they fit together perfectly. “I love you.” He whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek just before the doors opened to your floor, and just as soon as he was there he was gone, off into the office. You tried to quell the smile that had caused dimples in your cheeks as you walked in, but failed rather miserably.
“Why are you so happy?” Were the first words you were greeted with as you came through the door to the office, from a rather moody Dwight of all people. You took off your coat, Pam not yet at her desk for a greeting, and walked over to your desk across from the spectacled asshole, seating yourself and exaggerating the smile into a maniacal grin.
“You know Dwight, people are allowed to be happy in spite of the weather. You’d know if you had ever experienced real emotion. Tell me, do robots need to go in for MOTs?” You were quick and sharp with your tongue when you wanted to be, and earned a chuckle from Jim, who had begun printing off the last of the files needed for the day’s meeting.
“If I were a robot, Y/N, I’d be part of a superior race. Your flesh vessel would be no match for my metal structure.” Dwight countered, and Jim looked over from the copy machine.
“You hear that? Sounds like something a robot would say.” Jim shrugged, sending a wink your way.
The rest of your co-workers trudged their way into the office, each one wetter than the last. It seemed like the rain you had battled against was just the start of whatever bizarrely named storm had landed atop your city that day. With Pam’s appearance, the poor thing shaking from the cold, you disappeared into the kitchen to pour her a warm cup of coffee, sorting one for Jim as well.
“You, Y/N, are the angel I’ve always needed.” Pam smiled through chattering teeth as you handed over her favourite mug, walking back to set down Jim’s coffee without a second glance.
“It’s mutual, Pam. What happened? You look like you’ve been plucked out the Atlantic.” You asked, walking round her desk to help her take off her jacket and cardigan, both items soaked so thoroughly you were sure you could fill a bath with the water retained in the items.
“My car wouldn’t start, so I had to get the bus… The thing stopped two blocks away, this is the result of sprinting through the rain.” Pam pouted as she spoke, and you smiled sadly at her. She took another sip of her coffee, plopping onto her chair, seeming to be contemplating something over the beverage. “Does Kelly still keep a hairdryer here?” She asked.
“You know, I was about to suggest the exact same thing. I have the morning basically free until my meeting at 11.45. Why don’t I fetch the space heater to keep you warm, and we can dry off your clothes in the bathroom?” You offered, throwing her wet cardigan over your arm, and leaning down to press a kiss to your friend’s cheek.
“God, Pam you look awful.” A voice interrupted your kind gesture, Michael stood by the coat rack, taking off a jacket that looked like it belonged in the artic tundra. “Wet to the core- oh! That’s what she said!” He called out in excitement, laughing at his own innuendo.
“Michael, there’s a call waiting on line two.” You lied, and he raised an eyebrow.
“But-”
“Go be busy and leave Pam be.” You ordered, and Michael nodded, moping as he headed into his office. While you were a nice enough person, you kept up a rather stern persona in the office, and Michael perhaps was or was not a little scared of you. You departed from Pam’s desk, walking to your own and calling Michael’s phone from your own.
“Hello?” Michael answered, and you smiled at him through the window.
“Morning Michael. Have you got the 11.45 scheduled in?” You reminded with a sweet voice, watching Michael frantically look for his calendar.
“Uh… Uh, yeah! I do! Wait a minute, I didn’t schedule this in…” He muttered, dropping the phone and walking to the door of his office. “Thanks Pam.” He called, startling the young woman, but leaving a smile on her face, nonetheless. You put down the phone, quickly checking your emails and making sure you were set for later that morning.
“Jim, you alright to take care of the rest of the printing?” You asked, glancing over and trying your best to keep your heart from melting. Jim was sat at his desk, brow furrowed as he proof-read something on his screen, sipping his coffee rather absentmindedly. “Jim.” You repeated, and his head shot up, the crease disappearing as a smile formed.
“On it.” He responded, giving you leave to find Kelly’s hairdryer and ring out Pam’s cardigan.
“Why does Y/N get to slack off?” Dwight muttered once you had disappeared through the kitchen door. Jim watched you leave for a moment before coming back to, looking over at an unhappy Dwight.
“She’s not slacking off, Dwight, she’s doing a co-worker a favour. You should try it once and a while.” Jim countered, putting Dwight on the defensive.
“I’ll have you know that if it weren’t for me, none of you in this office would be safe.” He was sure in his words, but a phone call came through before Jim could question what his colleague could possibly mean.
--
11 am rolled around fast, and with Pam’s cardigan ringed out and blow-dried, along with a few other team members’ outer wears (Jim’s tie included), you were finally starting to feel nervous. As much as you enjoyed helping your colleagues out, having even taken off your shoes to get around the office quicker, you realised as you distributed the dry clothes to individuals that you were just trying to preoccupy yourself. This meeting was important, and while you had no doubts in Jim or yourself, you had a feeling you were missing something.
“Water!” You squeaked as you handed over a scarf to Oscar, who raised an amused eyebrow at you.
“Don’t you think we’ve got enough outside?” He asked, and you laughed a little.
“Sorry, for the meeting today. I should clean up some matching water glasses for the clients.” You explained, lifting a sweater from your arm and passing it to Angela. She seemed in a good mood today, perhaps because in between your drying of clothes you had offered her a cat shaped cookie to go with her coffee. Andy had probably brought them in to amuse her.
“That’s a very clever idea, Y/N. We won’t keep you from getting started on that.” She said, and you nodded, knowing that Angela had politely dismissed you to focus on her work. You marched through to the kitchen, lifting the nicest glass tumblers you could find and beginning to wash a set of six, humming as you did.
“I know what you’re doing.” A familiar voice came from behind you, Jim placing a hand on the small of your back for a second to reach around you. “Why are you so nervous? We’re the dream team, cutie. The clients will love us.”
“I know, I know…” You sighed, lifting two of the glasses from the suds and placing them on the drying rack. “I’m just… It’s a big deal, I feel like if one thing goes wrong…” Jim cut you off with a shake of the head, picking up a tea towel to dry off the cups.
“Y/N, you wrote and printed six-chapter binder about the entire order. From processing to delivery, with notes on every possible question they could ask. You then made Dwight and I memorise the binder, like we don’t have other clients.” Jim teased you, placing the dried glasses onto a serving platter. You glanced at the clock, 11.20 am. 25 minutes to go.
“You’re right… Like always.” You gave in, happily defeated, and set down the final tumblers and the water jug on the drying rack, Jim swift on his self-assigned role in your cleaning chain.
“Here, I have an idea.” He began, filling up the jug with cold water. “Why don’t you head to the break room, get yourself something as sweet as you, make sure you don’t go into the meeting low on sugar.” Jim suggested, pulling a slightly damp $5 bill from his pocket. You reached to grab it, Jim then deciding to be an ass and lift it higher than you could reach.
“You keep this up the whole office will know we screw, Halpert.” You warned, batting your eyes as a pretty please. Jim just laughed lightly, handing the money over and grinning from ear to ear. You smirked back. “I love you, you know.” You said quickly, walking from the kitchen to the annexe, waving a quick hello to Kelly, who was enjoying her warm and dry faux fur wrap, while Jim just smiled to himself and went about carrying the water jug and galsses through to the conference room.
You slipped into the empty break room and took a deep breath. Jim was right, there was nothing to fear about this meeting: the clients were great people, understanding, and the shipment was all ready to go in the warehouse. You rolled the cricks out of your neck, stretching your arms up to the fluorescent lights to relieve whatever tension remained. You headed for the vending machine, skirting round a pulled-out chair and stopping to face the machine stocked full of goodies. By the looks of it, the machine must have been refilled in the last few days, and your fingers hovered over the array of treats, stopping on your favourite, one that you hadn’t seen in the vendor in months.
Slotting in the bill, you typed in your choice, and when the change came through, you picked out Jim’s favourite candy too, a little thank you for his calming techniques. You scooped the snacks out the bottom, swivelling around a little to quick and bumping into the chair you had been so careful to avoid coming over.
With the bump, you knocked into one of the tables and ended up stumbling. Your auxiliary foot did it’s best to steady you, but you were falling over. So, you placed down your dominant foot despite the odd angle with as much force as you could, frightened to hit the ground and possibly rip your tight right before a big meeting.
There’s a moment when one realises a mistake before it occurs, but cannot change it. It happened as your strong foot was about a cm from the ground, a pinch. Your mind immediately registered that you were probably stepping onto a tac or upturned loose staple, and you were ready to mumble curses under your breathe and feel a quick nip.
What came instead was blinding pain that forced you to the floor, banging your head on the damned chair that caused all this on the way down. The snacks you have so carefully thought out flew across the room, and you instinctively reached for your foot, only to pull your hand back when you cut yourself. The amount of blood covering your hand was dizzying, and as you finally felt the pain take full control of your head, you did the only thing you could think of.
You screamed.
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No-one in the office was expecting to hear a scream at 11.30 in the office, especially not one so haunting. For a second, everyone was still, Michael silencing his rant about Staples, hands across the room moving from keyboards in a moment of terror.
And then the second scream came, and Jim flew into action.
He had been at his desk, making sure he had printed off everything the pair of you needed, and trying to block out Michael’s nonstop talk when he heard it. And, to be fair, he never had heard you scream in terror before, it took him a second to register the sound. And it froze him too, this haunting call, it froze the office. But when the second one rang out, he was certain it was you, and propelled himself towards the breakroom, where Kelly now stood, Pam and the rest o the team hot on your tail.
Jim had never seen so much blood, You were barely awake on the floor, the carpet below you now a crimson colour, one of your hands clutched to your chest. All Jim could see for a moment was the red, but he knocked it quickly from his mind. You were hurting, he needed to get you help.
“Y/N, it’s alright, I’ve got you… Come on Y/L/N, look at me…” He begged, dress pants now stained with blood as he knelt down and lifted you from the ground. A few team members had to step away from the sight, Michael included, leaving Jim with a very select team.
“Stanley I need you opening doors. Meredith, can you find any sort of towels, we need to stop the bleeding… Jesus Christ what is in you foot Y/L/N?” The question was more to himself than to the team, who watched in curiosity at how Jim interacted with you: he cradled you close, he barked orders, the worry on his face was clear.
He was scared for your wellbeing.
“You know, if she hadn’t been slacking off none of this would have happened.” Dwight piped up out of the blue, causing heads to turn as Meredith passed towels to Pam, who carefully began wrapping Y/N’s foot to stop the bleeding, Meredith then moving to wrap Y/N’s hand.
“Dwight, what did you do?” Jim asked, pausing for a moment to look at his desk mate. When he received no response, Jim lost it. “WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO DWIGHT?!” He shouted, all eyes on the pair. Dwight tried to look strong, righteous, but the façade was quickly faltering.
“I-I keep weapons in the office… For protection.”
“Protection?!” Pam snapped. “There’s a throwing star in Y/L/N’s foot, Dwight!”
“I’m good with small, long distance objects.” Dwight shrugged, and Jim looked like he would murder Dwight on the spot if it weren’t for you in his arms. His Y/N.
“Let’s get her to the hospital before she loses any more blood. Pam, you’re driving. Andy, Dwight, take over the pitch meeting. Fuck it up and there’s hell to pay. And Dwight?” Jim called back as he, Stanley and Pam made there way towards the exit. “If anything, and I mean anything, happens to Y/N because of your goddamn bullshit, you will not live to see tomorrow.” Jim warned, and Dwight visibly gulped, watching the quartet left with a lump in his throat.
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When you woke up, you were scared. You felt weak, your whole body ached, and your head pounded like no-one’s business. There was also a lot of pressure around your hand and foot, the material you wore felt funny, and you were in a bed that was most certainly not your own.
And then it came back. The pain, the blacking out. You were in a hospital.
You tried to sit up straight, your heart monitor to your right beginning to beep faster and faster, you frantic in your search for any sort of explanation.
“Hey, hey. It’s alright baby, it’s all good.” A voice came from your left, a blurry figure you quickly recognised as Jim running to your side from the corner of the room. You blinked away the tears to see clearly, and he smiled, instantly calming you. “You’ve been through quite a bit Y/L/N, you need to stay comfy in bed.” He instructed, taking a second to disappear before pulling over a chair to sit by your side.
“What-what time is it?” You asked, lifting a hand to hold Jim’s. Your eyes widened. “The client deal-”
“Andy and Michael have sorted it all out. That binder you made really saved their asses.” Jim assured before glancing at the wall clock. “Almost 7… You were out for a while, they had to put you under anaesthesia and everything.” Jim explained, and you took in his appearance completely. He was out of his work clothes, changed into a t-shirt and jeans no doubt brought in by Pam, and despite his dishevelled hair and brow creased from worry, he look his usually self. Except for the bandage around his arm.
“What happened?” You asked, reaching over to touch it.
“You lost a far bit of blood, and even though I should really know it I had no clue what blood type you were. But I’m O Negative, and the hospital needed an emergency transfusion…” Jim shrugged like it was nothing, but you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes.
“I can’t believe how clumsy I was.” You whispered, shaking your head in shame. You had stepped on something and fallen down, and Jim had to donate blood to you? He was quick to shush you though, leaning over and placing kisses on your forehead.
“Baby, this wasn’t your fault… It was Dwight’s actually.” Jim paused to steady his breathing. “The asshat hid weapons around the office, one of them being the ninja star that got lodged in your foot and required surgery to remove.” You blinked a few times, trying to process the words, make sense of what you had just been told. Dwight… Weapons… Ninja Stars…
When Jim saw the smile on your face, he was caught off guard, but as you started to giggle he soon clicked and joined in the laughter. It was ridiculous, such a bizarre idea that it would only happen at your office building with Dwight.
After a few moments of shared laughter, the tension in the room eased, a knock sounded on the door, a doctor entering the room with a smile.
“Miss Y/L/N, glad to see you up and smiling. I was hoping we could run over your next few weeks, the precautions you’ll have to take until you hand and foot heal.” They asked, and you nodded, Jim pressing a kiss to your forehead and holding your good hand between his, his thumbing stroking your knuckles and the rain continued to storm outside.
The rest period wasn’t long, and after two weeks your hand had healed to a sufficient degree that you could use crutches and get back to work. You first day back on the job compromised of a surprise party, cake, Dwight apologising multiple times and very little work.
What was best about it all though? Jim, right by your side, the whole office now quite aware of where you stood with each other: which was, no matter what, side by side.
Bonus, you got to keep the throwing star, and it has since been framed in the office, rightly labelled as ‘How the office found out Jim and Y/N were dating’.
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