#he fell because he was hanging around the 'wrong people' because he had a crush on lucifer mark my words
ONE OF YOUR GIRLS.
PAIRING. heeseung x afab!reader
SYNOPSIS. It was difficult to contradict the rumors of you being obsessed with Lee Heeseung. But it was all true that you had a huge crush and a few wild fantasies about him. You were aware of his infamous reputation of how many girls he’s taken to his bed, yet you still wanted to be one of his.
WARNINGS. angst, fluff, contains smut! MINORS DNI. first time, fingering, unprotected sex, pull-out method. 7k words.
It started happening a few days ago when you heard the whispers of people making unsettling remarks about you. Apparently, you were obsessed with Lee Heeseung.
But the rumors were not true. You barely acknowledged Lee Heeseung’s existence, you certainly do not have the biggest crush on him, and most definitely didn’t have the fantasy to fuck him. These are wild statements to come out of someone’s mouth, but those were just rumors.
Well, that’s what you wanted people to think. It’s true that you have a crush on Heeseung, a huge one that gives you constant butterflies, in fact. It started off as small feelings in middle school because you just found him cute. Then in high school, you started to gain real feelings, an admiration for him. He was the smartest dude in school, the captain of the basketball team, and he was always soft spoken and sweet to anyone he talked to. It was impossible not to fall for him.
With all these years of having these feelings, you barely talked to him, even if being in the same circle of friends. Though, things started to change this school year. The friend group started to hang out often since ways would be parted for college next year. You and Heeseung started talking more and you even got to know each other better, which made you hopeful for something more.
But soon, you were met with bitterness, a feeling close to heartbreak. He started getting distant from everyone — especially from you. You overheard from the chatters around school that Heeseung was a major fuckboy now who slept with the girls at school. You never judged him, despite the aches in your chest that it caused.
The girls who slept with him would brag about how good he was. Heeseung, the sweet guy he is, was the sweetest in bed. And as much as it tarnishes your self worth and disregards the deep feelings you have, you didn’t mind the idea of being his just for one night, let alone a few hours.
You just wanted to be one of his girls.
You slammed your locker closed and was met with Heeseung who had a sly grin on his face.
“So, should I take you to my place tonight? Or do you prefer if I take you on a date first?”
You haven’t talked to him in a week and there was no doubt that he heard about the rumors — the rumors that he had no idea were true.
“What are you talking about?” You said with a hint of defensiveness. You quickly softened your expression to make up for your attitude, you were just tired of everyone talking about you.
“Nothing,” Heeseung shook his head, “I’m just teasing you. I heard what people are saying.”
“None of it is true,” You lied.
He let out a low laugh, which caused your heart to drop in fear. “It wouldn’t be so bad if they were.”
You gently push his shoulder and Heeseung quickly gets rid of the smirk on his face. “Stop joking around, a lot of people are already on my ass about it. And everyone knows you have a different girl in your bed every week, it just makes me seem twice as desperate.” You playfully say, taking the situation less seriously as Heeseung is.
You watched as his gaze fell to the floor. Were you wrong to bring up his reputation?
Heeseung scratched his head before meeting your eyes, “It’s just rumors and they will go away soon,” he spoke matter-of-factly.
“I’ll see you tonight at the bonfire?”
You scoff and shake your head. “I probably won’t go anymore because of what people are saying.”
He notices hurt evident on your face, but he smiles anyway. “If the rumors aren’t true then don’t let it bother you,” he takes a step closer and you start to feel your heart pound. “I’ll try to find out who started it, but I better see you tonight.”
At that he leaves, and there it was, the feeling of butterflies floating around in your stomach. His assurance makes you feel better.
It was impossible to hide how widely you smiled and how heated your cheeks felt. He was just being a kind and caring friend, yet it was impossible not to fall for him.
Bonfires were held by the school to celebrate the wins of the basketball team. You always had a great time hanging out with your friends, meeting new people, and supporting the team. Though, it also wasn’t fun to always watch the team captain stick his tongue down someone’s throat and completely disappearing before the night ended.
You decided to attend the one held tonight, although things would be different. There will be people who are constantly going to talk about you or maybe even say things directly to your face.
On the way to the bonfire, you thought about the last words Heeseung said to you at school before he left your locker. These stupid remarks that people are saying will eventually go away. But you still had no idea who would start these rumors.
You thought that you hid your feelings pretty well by not telling anyone, not even your closest friends. Maybe you were just too obvious.
“What if someone humiliates me tonight?” You walked down the beach with Hana, having a churned feeling in your gut.
“We’re not gonna let that happen,” Hana softly says while wrapping a blanket around you. “The boys will literally kick someone’s ass, you know how protective they are of you.”
You thank Hana for helping you ease up. You let go of your uneasy thoughts, Heeseung is expecting to see you which matters right now.
“You guys made it,” Jake got up from his seat to hug you and Hana. You look around and take in your surroundings. There were more people than you expected. Sunghoon and Jay were sitting down around the campfire along with a few students from school that you recognized.
Noticing that Heeseung wasn’t here, you press your lips in a small frown, already thinking about the worst of where he may be.
“Where’s Heeseung? Did he already leave with someone tonight?” You ask Jake in a playful manner, preparing your disappointment if he already had disappeared with someone else.
“No,” Jake laughed, “The basketball team snuck in booze so he’s helping with that. He’ll be back.”
You nod and try to hide the evident sigh of relief that was let out. “Forget that I asked,” you laughed before going around the campfire to greet Sunghoon and Jay.
“Are you okay?” Jay asked. “I’m fine, I’m just gonna hang for now and probably get a drink later,” you said, taking a seat in an empty space. You recognize the person sitting to the left of you, he was definitely a player of the basketball team.
“Hey, aren’t you suppose to help-“
“Have you fucked the captain yet?”
You heard the boy say as his lips turn into a sneer, and you started to chuckle nervously, the question catching you off-guard but it was expected right? You and your obsession with Heeseung was the talk of the town this week.
“Are you seriously asking me that?” You groaned out. Before the boy could answer, he was lightly smacked in the head. “Hey, leave her alone,” announced a familiar voice from behind you.
It was Heeseung with an agitated look on his face, and you couldn’t help but feel your lips slightly upturn into a grin. You watched as Heeseung took a seat, separating you and his teammate.
The action made your heart warm.
“When did you get here?” The irritated look on his face changed as he smiled fondly.
“I just got here with Hana.”
Heeseung nods before initiating small tension of silence. You notice him carefully bringing his stare to you. It was as if he using his eyes to trace every detail on your face and this freaked you out.
“Is there something on my face?” You questioned anxiously, hoping that you didn’t actually have anything on your face because it would be embarrassing, especially in front of your crush that you’re trying to impress.
Heeseung shook his head and chuckled. “No, I’m just glad you’re here,” he softly said.
A shit eating grin appeared from his response and you were flustered, your face possibly super red.
“Am I missing something?” You giggled, in disbelief of the words coming out of his mouth.
You were happy to know that he’s glad to see you, you actually wanted to scream, but you were also a bit confused on why he suddenly felt this way.
He was a fuckboy and this was probably his way of taking his girls to bed, not that you minded because this is what you want — a chance to be his for one night, but something felt off.
“All of a sudden you’re happy to be around me,” you lightly shrugged while taking a moment to get lost in his wide eyes, “What’s going on?”
His throat bobbled before he forced out a laugh, “Nothing’s going on. I just wanna make sure you’re doing okay after what people are saying.”
You didn’t know why, but you had a hard time believing him. You had a feeling that he wasn’t telling the truth. “Thank you-“
“We’re gonna play truth or drink.”
You drew your attention away from Heeseung when Hana was in front of you.
“I’ll pass,” you tell her.
Hana crosses her arms and pouts, “Just play for one round then you can go back to- whatever,” she turned her gaze to Heeseung who was awfully sitting closer than you remember. Hana notices the close proximity but doesn’t comment on it, instead, she’s waiting for you to answer.
“Why are we playing truth or drink?”
Hana grins, “The boys suggested it because they’re bored and the booze hasn’t kicked in yet.”
“Fine, but just one round,” you warn.
Hana happily takes a seat next to you with Heeseung still on your left. You watch your friends and a few familiar people around the campfire get comfortable before the game starts.
“Heeseung,” Sunghoon managed to get everyone’s attention, “Can I ask you first?”
You turn to face Heeseung who swallowed as he sat up to unintentionally fix his posture. “Sure,” he said without hesitation.
“Alright, let me think,” Sunghoon muttered.
“When was the last time you slept with someone?” There was a hint of tease in his voice.
Heeseung eyes got a bit wider while the question caused the others to ‘ooh’ like children. You, however, felt your stomach twist. You were curious, but also didn’t need a reminder that the guy you have feelings for is sleeping around with most of the girls at school but you.
You feel your brows furrow when Heeseung locked eyes with you for a moment before he finally spoke out his answer. “A month ago.”
You tried to give out a quiet laugh, but Heeseung heard and quizzically tilted his head at your reaction. “You’re lying,” you murmured.
Heeseung peered intently at you, he was taken aback. “It’s the truth,” he cleared his throat.
You almost feel bad, but you skeptically stared at him, “I have a hard time believing that.”
His expression turned into a more serious one, and you suddenly felt a sense of nervousness wash over you. Have you struck a nerve?
“I’m sorry,” you said as he went silent, “It’s just hard to believe that the biggest fuckboy at school would go a month without sex.”
You and the others who heard everything shared a look as Heeseung snickered. You turned to face him and this time he was closer. There was an uncomfortable closeness. He was intimidating, and you felt your breath hitch, regretting the words that came out of your mouth.
“How many times are you gonna mention me being a ‘fuckboy’ and the girls in my bed?” The change of tone in his voice was almost scary.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” You shake your head and try to apologize. You acted out of jealously and bitterness. “Heeseung-“
“I answered. Who’s turn is it?” he interjected while looking around to continue the game. Thankfully, no one made a single comment to what was heard. Jake proceeded with the game by asking the girl next to him a question.
You cursed under your breath knowing that it was wrong to not believe Heeseung’s answer and to bring up his reputation about his sex life. Not wanting things to be weird, you attempt to apologize again but was met with hard silence.
After a moment of listening to your friends play the game that you forgot was occurring, Heeseung finally looks back at you and there was something in his gaze you had never seen.
“Are you jealous because you want to fuck me?” He mutters lowly for only you to hear.
You freeze completely.
The intensity in his stare and the sensual tone in his voice made you feel something that you have never felt before when he spoke to you.
“T-that’s not true,” you stuttered, trying to ignore how hot your ears and cheeks felt.
You felt as if you were caught and the truth of yours was finally going to come out. You weren’t ready to tell Heeseung about your feelings, you weren’t even sure if you’re going to confess.
“I know,” Heeseung softly lets out with a quick change of expression. He grins, noticing your flushed face. “I’m sorry, it was just a joke. I just like seeing you flustered,” he admits.
You playfully push his shoulder just as you did when he was at your locker earlier today. You let out a huge sigh of content that he wasn’t super pissed about the comments you made. But why was he always playing around with you?
“Y/N, your turn.” Someone from your class blurted out which caused your head to shoot up.
“What’s your question?” You uttered.
Your classmate took a pause to think of a suitable question to ask. “Are you currently seeing or dating anyone?” They finally spoke.
“I am not,” you said easily.
“That’s good to know,” a voice said and you swore it came from the left of you, but you weren’t certain. Suddenly, you notice everyone looking at the boy next to Heeseung, the one who spoke to you earlier, with faces of terror.
“What did you say?” You asked the basketball player with a slight anxious tone to your voice.
Along with everyone around the campfire, Heeseung had his eyes glued to his teammate.
“I said that it’s good to know you’re single,” He said with an exasperated voice.
The comment made you feel a bit irked, but your focus was on everyone whispering and some even laughing before they quickly moved on.
“She’s lying,” you heard another sudden voice blurt out. This time, the voice sounded clear and close. “She’s taken by me,” Heeseung declared, not sparing you a glance.
“What?” You exclaimed, feeling your heart beat rapidly to the point that you didn’t notice Hana trying to speak to you. “Heeseung, stop,” you urged, knowing that he was playing around again.
Heeseung ignored you and instead, nodded his head, “We’ve been dating for awhile now.”
“Stop fucking around again, it’s not funny,” You pleaded while grabbing onto his arm to get his attention. He finally met your eye contact but kept going with his act by appearing to be upset.
“Baby, come on.” He whined out, practically begging with his big doe eyes.
You would usually feel the butterflies in your stomach, but this was different. You started to wonder why he treated everything as a joke. And it wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t aware of your feelings, but he was really torturing you.
“Is that why you made up those rumors?”
Heeseung glanced over your head as your eyes widened at the sudden statement. You turned around and surprise crossed Jake’s face.
“You made things up to soft launch your relationship?” Jake continued, directly speaking to Heeseung.
You take a second to process Jake’s words and the look Heeseung gave him. All you can do is inquisitively raise your brow at Heeseung, while trying to get rid of the huge lump in your throat.
“What is he saying?” You softly asked, trying to ignore the heavily feeling in your chest. Heeseung opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it.
“You made up those rumors?” You raised your voice, trying to get an answer out of him, but there was nothing so you get up from your seat and stand before him.
“Do you know how many people at school have humiliated me?” You choked out as the realization hits you. You were betrayed by your own friend who happened to be the one guy that you have intense feelings for. “Why did you do it?”
“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Heeseung stands and attempts to hold your arm but you quickly pull away.
You shook your head fervently, “That’s all you have to say? Why are you doing this to me?”
Lee Heeseung always gave you a sense of what heartbreak felt like. The way most girls had a taste of him and how he betrayed you.
Was it wrong to not believe that he was hurting you? Maybe you were obsessed with him.
“I’ll bring you home,” Hana reaches out for your hand and leads the way to the car, both of you leaving the bonfire after saying quick goodbyes to your confused friends. You felt humiliated enough and just wanted to go home.
You hear Heeseung practically chasing after you, “Wait,” he pleads, voice cracking lowly.
“Why did you do it?” You let out, blinking back incoming tears because you weren’t going to cry.
“You’re always fucking around with me and I didn’t do shit to you,” the pain in your voice was so evident that Heeseung shook his head, an array of emotions flurrying across his face.
“I didn’t mean to humiliate you,” he gently said.
As much as it hurts, you said nothing and got inside the car, leaving Heeseung feeling like complete shit. You repeatedly asked the same question, yet it was always dodged. To you, it wasn’t worth to fight for an answer anymore.
On the way home you confessed to Hana about your crush. She wasn’t all that surprised because yeah, you were just too obvious about it.
Now you were in bed, trying to forget all that is Lee Heeseung, but it was too damn hard. Your stupid crush as you call it, felt more than a simple crush. That invisible pull he had on you was too strong and it seemed impossible to move on.
You wonder if he were ever going to apologize, were you going to forgive him quickly?
The thought of moving on continued until you felt your eyes closed and drifted to sleep. But suddenly, you heard a few taps on the window which caused your eyes to snap open.
Surprised and super tense, you ran to your window and hesitatingly open your blinds to reveal Heeseung standing outside on your balcony. He had that same look on his face when didn’t spare him a chance to speak before getting inside the car. You open your window to let him in, praying that you weren't loud enough to wake your parents up who were asleep down the hall.
“You scared me,” you whispered, watching him enter your room through the window with ease. You quickly cross your arms, feeling a bit exposed in just silk pajama pants and a tank top.
“What are you doing here?” You panic as he scans your room. “My parents are sleeping and-“
“I’m sorry I made up those rumors,” he interrupts, face dropping in hurt as he stands before you. You narrowed your eyes at him, realizing how close he was standing. It was difficult to keep your heart steady, you didn’t even have time to process that Lee Heeseung was in your room.
“Why did you do it?” You ask the same question once more, hoping he answers this time.
“I did it because I wanted your attention,” his throat bobbles. “It’s actually really fucking stupid,” Heeseung sighs hard as you attentively listen, not fully understanding his words.
“I like you a lot and I thought that these rumors would bring us closer together,” he confesses. “It’s so stupid, I don’t know why I thought that.”
Your breath hitches as your arms drop. This new information is hitting you with surprise, causing you to take a tentative step forward, “You like me?” You couldn’t believe him.
Heeseung nods, “I’ve liked you for a while,” he huffs and glances away. “I started sleeping around to distract myself from you, and I tried getting rid of my feelings because I knew you wouldn’t like me back,” a laugh was let out.
Your mouth falls open, but you were speechless. The boy you’re practically in love with is reciprocating his feelings and he left you momentarily stunned as if a sudden jolt of electricity had coursed through your veins.
“Heeseung,” you shake your head, having a difficult time comprehending what you’ve heard.
“Wait,” he brings both hands to each of your bare shoulders. “It’s true that I’ve stopped seeing other girls. Whenever I was with them I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he pauses and grins for a moment, “So I had to stop.”
“You sound insane right now,” you let out without thought and he sighed with a nod, “And you made me look like a fool and an obsessive freak.”
He nodded again while removing his hands, “I know and I’m really sorry for doing that to you. And I’m sorry for what I pulled at the bonfire, it was wrong to lie like that in front of everyone.”
You crossed your arms, “The rumors you said-“
“What I said about you was fucked up.”
A frown fell upon him as you stare into his eyes. You knew he was genuine with his words — he wouldn’t have snuck into your room and risk getting you both caught if he wasn’t.
You slowly step forward, cupping his face with a hand and taking the chance to finally close the gap between you two, capturing his lips in a kiss. You heard him let out a gasp when he felt your lips on his. Heeseung easily melts into you while returning your kiss, and you can’t help but smile, finally kissing him after wanting him for so long.
You were the first one to pull away when air became necessary, “What you said was all true.”
He furrowed his brows, unable to find words to say anything. The redness of his ears makes you giggle, it was cute to see how shy he was.
“I like you too and I thought about being with you,” you interlock your hand with his, never leaving his gaze. “I thought about it a lot actually,” you remove the hair in your face, “Whenever I heard that you were with someone else.”
Heeseung tried to gather the courage to speak. According to his words, he’d never thought that you would feel the same way. To express what he was feeling inside, he brought his lips to yours for a quick kiss before pulling away.
“What fantasies do you have of me?”
The question causes you to hide your face in embarrassment, but Heeseung quickly removes your hands, regretting his pestering remark.
“I’m truly sorry, I’ll make sure people at school will stop talking about you. I did something very shitty and you don’t deserve it,” he admits.
“I forgive you,” you bury your face in Heeseung’s shoulder, “Only because I’m an obsessed freak.” You joke hastily causing him to chuckle fondly.
After a moment of being in each other’s embrace, you stare into his vulnerable eyes, allowing yourself to act on your feelings. “I want to be yours. I always have,” you beamed.
Heeseung understands quickly, because he also has always wanted to be yours. His eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his lips against yours softly.
He kissed you gently and slow, until he’s suddenly attacking your lips, and you feel both of his large hands cupping your small face. He licks your bottom lip for permission to shove his tongue inside your mouth and you accept, both of you fighting for dominance. It was like a reflex with the way you grabbed onto his hair.
You felt his hand slip under your tank top and he grabs your breast, kneading it gently. A loud exhale leaves your mouth, his touch igniting you.
Heeseung quickly broke away from you and nuzzled your temple before taking a deep breath then sighing, “We don’t have to go all the way.”
“Lee Heeseung turning down sex?” You tease him and he laughs before kissing you once more.
“I didn’t come here expecting something to happen. You’re special to me.”
His declaration makes your hurt flutter and creates an uncomfortable feeling between your legs. “I want you,” you tell him.
Heeseung freezes.
“Have you done it before?” He takes your hand.
You hesitate before shaking your head, “I’ve did other things before, but I’ve never gone all the way with someone.”
Your response makes him pause.
“Then it shouldn’t be with me,” he says before withdrawing his touch and taking a step back.
You grab his arm, refusing him to walk away, “Hey, I want it to be with you. I don’t care about how many other girls you’ve had, that’s not important,” you tell him. “Heeseung, please.”
It felt like a long time waiting for him to say something. Finally, he speaks up, “If we do this then I want you to tell me to stop when you want me to,” his voice is uncharacteristically quiet.
“Okay,” You nod your head accordingly.
“But we can’t be too loud, your parents are down the hall,” he amusingly smiles.
You nod your head one more time as he searches for any last signs of you wanting to back out. His hot breath fanned on your face as you pull him closer by his shirt.
He leans further down to press a trail of kisses against your jaw as you take a deep breath before tugging at the end of his shirt while his hand slides under yours, cupping your breast firmly this time. Heeseung removes his shirt, revealing his exposed chest as you take off yours.
You watch him take a step back to admire you, which leaves your face flushed with heat.
“You’re perfect,” he says, and all you could do is smile because you notice the tent in his pants.
Heeseung wraps his arms around your waist and shoves his tongue back inside your mouth. You rub your thighs together feeling yourself getting soaked, you wanted to feel him already.
When you wrap your arms around his shoulders, you can’t help the way your body reacts to him as you attempt to rub yourself against him.
Heeseung notices this and instead of letting you continue, he slides a hand inside your pants and between your legs to spread your slick while also pressing the heel of his palm on your clit.
“That feels good,” you groan out, still attempting to press against him. When you succeed, a small grunt leaves his lips. “Does it?” He says coyly while curling his long fingers inside you.
You don’t answer him and it’s because he’s hitting your sweet spot, making you unable to speak. He fastens his pace and you feel your orgasm approaching, “H-Heeseung, I’m so close,”
He relentlessly rubs circles around your clit, reveling in the pretty noises coming out of your mouth. You feel your thighs shaking as you continue grinding against him, and it was becoming too much until you let out your release, holding onto his biceps to steady yourself.
After retracting his fingers and wiping them clean on his pants, Heeseung easily picks you up from off the ground and props you on your bed. He grabs the band of your pants to pull them down before quickly slipping off your panties. You impatiently lay there, waiting for him to undress.
He starts to strip off his pants by unbuttoning the buttons, his boxers followed by it. The sight of his cock leaking with precum caused your eyes to widen. He was pretty, prettier from what you’ve seen before, and you can’t help but feel nervous as to how he was going to fit inside you.
But you trust him and give him a nod to continue because you want this so bad. Heeseung started to stroke himself, and with the copious amount of precum, he was able to glide up and down with ease. The view of Lee Heeseung looking gorgeous on your bed while naked leaves you breathless.
“Shit,” he lets out a panic grunt.
You sit up and notice the worried look on his face, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry baby, I-I don’t have a condom,” he mutters, and by the tone in his voice, you could tell that he was freaking out. “I have one in the car, I could run to get it really quick.”
You think about it for a second before shaking your head. Although a condom would be the safest choice, you don’t want him to get dressed just to undress again. Your parents were still in the house, and you were afraid that he’d get caught sneaking back inside.
You also wanted him now, you weren’t sure if you could wait much longer. “You can just pull out,” you suggest and he immediately refuses.
“It’s okay, I trust you.”
“Are you sure? I don’t have a problem getting it.”
You reach for his hand and give it a tight squeeze before nodding, “Yes, I’m sure.”
“Unless you aren’t?” You continue.
Heeseung shakes his head, “No, I’m sure. I want you too, very badly, but I want you to feel safe.”
You lay back down while pulling Heeseung until he’s hovered over you. “I trust you, Hee. It’s fine.”
Heeseung merely tilts his head and lets his smile deepen as he removes the hair in your face to see you clearly. He kisses the side of your mouth then your lips before taking his throbbing length to slowly slide inside you.
With his precum and your dripping core, he is able to slide in easily, but he deliberately takes a slow amount of time, not wanting to hurt you. Your hands desperately grabbed at his bare shoulders, digging your nails in as he slides in deeper. You feel full when he’s only halfway in, and as much as you wanted to him to bottom you out and fuck you relentlessly, it did hurt a bit.
“I’m sorry,” he halts and completely slips out, feeling you slightly shift and noticing the uncomfortable look on your face.
“No,” you grab him by the arm, “Don’t stop.”
Heeseung obliges, lining his cock up with your entrance and gently easing the tip inside. He inched inside deeper and your walls squeezed when inviting him in. Heeseung fully inserted himself into you, causing you to cling onto him and let out a loud whine. He allowed you to adjust as he stretched you out and the feeling felt better than just fingers, you were already addicted.
He grabbed your thighs and grinded himself upwards, placing his dick so deep inside you. Heeseung grit his teeth attempting to hold back his sounds before planting a weak kiss on your lips, never feeling like this with anyone else.
“Does it feel good?” He whimpers, gradually increasing his pace when thrusting inside you.
All he got as a response was moan and he chuckled, finding it cute. You were enthralled, feeling his movements become faster, more ragged and desperate. “It feels- so good.”
Heeseung was watching you with lustful eyes as you took his cock in ecstasy. Your lips met, exchanging warm breaths and loud moans into each other’s mouths as it echoed inside your room. “You feel good, perfectly made for me.”
“I’m glad it’s with you,” You accidentally let out, trying to contain your moan. After hearing your words, he groaned and firmed your hips closer. You feel him increasing his pace, hitting your spot as he slid in and out of you, almost tipping you over the edge. “Heeseung-“ You began.
He lets out a soft grunt before slyly sneaking a hand down to graze your clit. You squeeze your eyes shut and clench hard, his words and warm touch helping you to approach your release.
“Hee, I’m close,” you cry out. He continues thrusting sensually, causing loud sounds to leave both of your mouths at the sensation.
Simultaneously, you both cover each other’s mouths restricting the loud noises so that you wouldn’t wake your parents up. And you release just like that, moaning into Heeseung’s hand.
“Fuck,” he exhaled, “You’re perfect.”
You were dizzy and disoriented, barely making out the words that left his lips as he slows down his rhythm, still fast enough to chase his own release. “I’m gonna cum,” he whined, his fingers gripping your hips almost painfully.
His touch felt amazing and you were vaguely aware of Heeseung pulling out just in time. You groaned, watching as he gasped himself in his fist, pumping himself over your stomach as he painted you with his seed.
His weight gently pushed you flat against the mattress, his puddle of cum sticking on the both of you as you both shook from the intensity of your orgasms. Heeseung pressed small kisses to your shoulders before getting up from your bed and picking up his shirt to clean you.
“Are you okay?” Heeseung asked before rolling to lay next to you. “Does it hurt?”
You shook your head, “It was perfect,” you then plant a small kiss on his lips while removing a piece of his hair that stuck to his forehead.
“You were very sweet with me.”
“I told you that you’re special to me,” he replies, pressing his lips against your forehead.
The corners of your mouth upturned into a huge smile, the butterflies in your stomach were floating around as if they didn’t leave. But in a matter of a quick second, your body language changes into a more stern and stiff manner.
“What’s wrong?” His voice trembled in concern.
A sudden feeling of insecurity hit. Heeseung knew how to make you feel good, it wasn’t like anything you’ve ever felt before and a reason might be because he is experienced, but you wonder if you were able to satisfy him — to make him feel good.
“You were so perfect, I don’t know if you could say the same,” you drop your head in defeat. “I’m sorry if it didn’t feel good to you-“
“Baby, stop talking,” he urges.
“You said that you don’t care about how many girls I’ve been with,” he reiterates. “I don’t care if you’re experienced or not, it was perfect because it was with you. I want to be with you.”
You could feel your voice caught in your throat. The look in his eyes as he declared his words made your heart pound hard in your chest. It feels unreal to finally win over your crush of how many long tumultuous years. After everything, you wonder how lucky you got with him.
And Heeseung was thinking the same thing. He felt lucky to be with you after all of his fuck ups, he was obsessed with you too.
“You’re with me,” you tell him.
“Okay then,” he looks satisfied, “You’re my girl.”
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Valentines Day:Stages of Love!
STAGES:how they fell in love (1), them as they pin for you (2), how they plan the confession (3), their confession (4)
ft:GAMING (1.8k words), WANDERER (2k words)
FIC:fluffy headcanons + their confession to you in dialogue!|day 1 of my late valentines event...
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “You received some mail...”
➥ “...Read it?”
— ➢ GAMING:
STAGE 1 - how he fell in love with you.
➥ It was spontaneous, really. It didn’t really occur to him at the time, but you had your kamera out, and you were taking photos of the scenery around you two. The day started out as a simple hangout between two friends– two best friends. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, either. You went around Qiaoying village, checking out the stalls and simply having a good time in each other's company, until you went on a small little raft with him. Sailing the lakes of Liyue, you took pictures of Teyvat's golden hour, and Gaming couldn't help but stare; he watched your light and serene smile while taking and printing photos to keep for yourself and give to him. As previously mentioned, it didn't occur to him at first, but there was a swelling in the beat of his heart, Gaming nearly thought he was sick, but he wasn't. He tore his eyes away once, and they automatically dragged back to you, like his eyes were your loyal puppy, always wanting to see you and be by your side.
Eventually, it wasn’t just his eyes that longed for you.
You were admirable in his eyes, it seemed. After the hangout, the feelings continued to linger in his heart. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, a smile broke into his expression– a little brighter than usual– and he couldn't bring himself to sleep that night. Tossing and turning in his sheets, but not from a nightmare. Gaming was horribly confused; why was he feeling like this? A slight burning feeling simmered within; if only he could hold you right at this moment.
That's when it hit. And it hit hard.
STAGE 2 - how he's pining for you.
➥ Gaming's crush on you became more persistent. He's heard a story or two from his friends and how crushes typically lasted between a few weeks to three months, and any longer than that would just mean they're head over heels. So, not wanting to push anything that could hurt later, he waited patiently— or, at least, he tried to wait as patiently as he could. Patience was something that he eventually lost. Eventually, as in, he was stripped of nearly all of his patience after the first week. Gaming was never the type to get super jealous, he loved people— he still does— and it shines in how extroverted and eccentric he is, but sometimes when you spoke to people and seemed to have more fun with them than you did with him, he would get... Rather insecure. He once asked you if you were getting bored of him, and he was immediately proven wrong.
After the span of three months was over, he still found himself head over heels for you. It chilled out a little more, he can control how he acts again, but everyone notices that extra jump in his step, the extra sparkles in his eyes when you draw near, and especially the slightly larger smile he carries around with him before hanging out with you, while hanging out with you, and just a little after he hung out with you. Gaming was adorable with how smiley he became with you around, and when you brought it up, he became really flustered. If you catch onto things easily, then you probably figured out that he likes you. If not, then don't worry because he's going to plan to confess.
Though, it takes almost a full year of having a crush on you for him to realize that he needs to confess.
There was indeed a time when Gaming thought he was going to lose his chances. You and Chongyun grew closer. Gaming didn't know Chongyun that well, but you introduced him to the small little hangouts. Gaming was fine at first, but once he was called over by one of his relatives during a stroll around Qiaoying Village. By the time he could get back to you two, you were having the time of your life, and Chongyun seemed ecstatic. Gaming knew that he had issues with his yang energy, hence why he was so composed half of the time, but to see him breaking out of that composure with you? Gaming stopped in his tracks that day. He followed behind the two of you but didn't bother to let either of you know. Of course, with a swell in his heart when you noticed him first, you brought him back into the conversation. Though, he was quieter. He was a little duller than he usual. Where did his smile go? Where did his bright, sparkly eyes go? What about that spring in his step every time you spoke to him? It's not that he lost interest in you. No, it's that he thought you were losing interest in him. Eventually, he realized that he should probably ask Chongyun if he liked you. That question took weeks to muster the courage up for.
When he got around to asking and he learned that you and Chongyun were just really chill friends, all of the spring, spark, and smile that he lost all came back to him. But now the question stood tall.
Did you even like him back?
He was advised by Chongyun and Xinqiu to confess, and that's when all of the planning began.
STAGE 3 - him planning the confession.
➥ Chongyun and Xinqiu were kind enough to help Gaming with his confession. The original plan was for him to just serenade you during a romantic ride on those bamboo rafts, but Chongyun worried for the third wheeling boatman, so they all devised a plan for the giddy Gaming. Gaming will ask you to ride a raft with him, and Xinqiu will dress up so that you wouldn't recognize him. He'll also be there for the friendly wingman support. Chongyun will have the area feel colder but won't freeze the lake itself. Even while Gaming cringed at the whole idea, Xinqiu and Chongyun agreed to it. It's too romantic to pass up, Gaming giving you his hoodie when you're cold in supposedly warm weather is too good to become a lost opportunity. The plan, after a few hours of playing cards, eating dim sum, and snacking on winter melon cakes, was set. When the weather's good, Gaming will take you out on a boat ride as per usual, but there's suddenly an expensive price for a boat ride. Before you can even think to take your wallet out, he'll whip out some mora and give it to the disguised Xinqiu, plus an extra tip. Then, Xinqiu will use a mini music box that he received from his Fontanian friend, and some cute, romantic music will play in the background. After some talking, you should be able to notice a sudden cold wind with the help of Chongyun and a wandering friend named Kazuha, then Gaming will lend you his hoodie with the excuse that he's fine and he can take the cold. This will all happen around the golden hours of Liyue, just like how it was when he first caught feelings for you, and just before sunset, Gaming will pull out a fresh Qixing by Xinqiu's area, and he'll confess. Whether or not you accept is up to you, and that alone is enough to wreck his brain.
The planning is done; the date is picked between the three, plus Kazuha's approval. All that's left is for the confession to be carried out.
STAGE 4 - the confession.
➥ Now, it was time to confess. Oh, how terrifying the thought and much more nerve-racking the feeling. Gaming met you by the river, and you looked as stunning as ever. Funnily enough, this was your usual fit, your typical and casual clothes, but something felt more different. Gaming's heart beat with love and a little nervousness. Strangely, you already had your wallet out, so on the way to the raft, Gaming was sure to keep his hand in his pocket, making sure that he had all of the mora ready for the raft payment. He kept a flowing conversation, and you, as usual, kept it cool as well. It momentarily paused when you both saw the disguised Xinqiu, but something felt off in Gaming's gut when you took his hand and lead him to the raft, which, funnily enough, was the last available raft nearby.
“Hello, my dearest friends. Would you like to ride on this fine raft?”
A smile grows on your face before Gaming can say anything.
“Yes, we'd love to.”
Your hand squeezes Gaming's tightly when you shift your gaze and smile over to him. He's distracted momentarily, blushing at the feeling of your fingers interlocking with his.
“How wonderful! That will be 10,000 mora, please.” Xinqiu politely bows with his hand out, extending towards you, and you're suddenly closer to Xinqiu to pay for the raft.
This is bad, super bad! You hand over the necessary mora to Xinqiu and wink at him, lending a hand over to help Gaming up onto the raft. You're strangely prepared for this, hell, you're even wearing... Something warm. That's. Not good. The plan isn't going the way he needs it to! Gaming watches you take the seat next to him and admire the scenery around. He's nervous, evident by how he constantly plays with his fingernails, or how his sight spills all over the place— how he flickers his eyes over to you, then to the waters beneath the gaps of the bamboo. He aligns his sight with the direction of the raft, and he watches the ripples of the water flow with the serene waters of the lake. It's calming slightly, but there's still the nervous pound in his heart.
Gaming looks back at you. You have your kamera out, and you're taking photos of the scenery with a small smile on your face. There's a bloom in Gaming's heart. He finds his gaze lingering too much onto you to notice that you've taken your own cardigan off, resting it on your lap. The Adam's apple in his throat bobs a little. He needs to confess, and it's going to happen soon— if not right now.
Your gaze falls onto him, and he nearly jumps in his seat. It's strangely quiet and rather cold. In a desperate attempt to fill the void of silence, he stutters and exaggerates a cold expression,
“It's... It's really cold now, huh? That's weird. It's awfully cold for spring!”
“In that case, here. Take my cardigan, it'll keep you warm.” You smile at him knowingly, wrapping the cardigan around the blushing, confused Gaming.
Wait, what? He was supposed to do that!
You smile at him and turn back over to the scenery around. You have your hand resting near him, and he can't help but stare at the reflection of the light lingering on your hand. It's attractive, everything about you he finds so attractive, every insecurity and every part you're proud of he takes and smiles proudly with. Gaming is deep in love with you, and it's clear as glass right now as he takes your hand in his and gently taps his thumb against your knuckle.
“Hey. So, can I... I have something to say.”
You send your undivided attention to him as he speaks. His heart pounds against his chest, and he subconsciously squeezes your hand.
“I've been thinking. We've been really close 'n cool friends for a while, don't you think?”
Darn it, Gaming, get to the point! He yells at himself, and the burn of an embarrassed blush glitters across his face.
“Listen, Gaming.” You interlock your fingers with his again, and you give him a soft, sweet smile.
“I like you, too, okay?”
And with the peck of a kiss on his cheek, a small, sudden, yet very giddy smile grew on his face. He asked for re-confirmation, and when you gave it to him, he nearly fainted on the spot with joy.
You and Gaming held hands, and a shared smile bloomed between the two of you. You leaned in for a kiss, and Gaming allowed you— but before a kiss could happen, Xingqiu interrupted with the snap of his Kamera.
You and Gaming turn around. Xinqiu smiles, taking the photo out of the kamera and hiding it behind his back, whistling as if nothing had happened.
You and Gaming realized then and there that you would thus receive the teasing of a lifetime.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “1 new message...”
➥ “...Read it?”
— ➢ WANDERER:
STAGE 1 - how he fell in love with you.
➥ Wanderer was and is a special— very special case. He's a puppet beneath the porcelain skin; there's almost nothing under it. He's hollow, meaning he has no heart. So what would explain this strange feeling within? Nahida suggested a fondness for you through the form of love, but Wanderer thought it was impossible. He's a puppet, and not only does he lack the heart to love, but he has never loved before and certainly wouldn't now.
Of course, that simply wasn't the case.
Wanderer always felt some sort of ache when it came to you. Nahida's suggestion of fondness found itself dug into his mind rent-free, even if he fully disagreed with it. He felt like you were simply more annoying than anyone else he's ever met. Yet, there was this one time that he considered the possibility that maybe... Maybe it is love, after all.
It was his birthday, and you hung around with Nahida to surprise him. The surprise wasn't anything big, but it was nice enough to have left a stain ingrained in his memory of it. You and Nahida had baked a cake made especially for him, and the party was held at a vantage point. Funnily enough, that same day was the day where he wanted to show you this exact vantage point, but you had already discovered it first. You joked that it was simply meant to be, and a faint blush dusted Wanderer's cheeks— though, he'd never admit it to be of embarrassment or love. The birthday party, as mentioned before, wasn't that big. It was you and Nahida, but there was a particular point that had Wanderer questioning if he needed a heart at all for his "possible-and-horrible-wave-of-fondness." In his eyes, it was one thing to see his semi-savior, Nahida, all giddy and happy to be able to finally celebrate the birthday of another, but it was a whole other treat to see your smile. He found himself lingering on you for too long; he felt an ache within that longed for something— even when he tried to dismiss it, that was the beginning of his spiral of love. That longing never went away. Later that day, after you had left, Nahida would tell him how easy it was to spot, but he ignored her and went off for the night. He took himself to the highest spot of Sumeru, and he sat quietly on the branch.
You were back on his mind. Your smile, your eccentric self, while eating the cake. Everything was wonderful. You were wonderful.
You are wonderful.
A smile creept in from his teeth, accompanied by a sigh.
Wait.
You're... wonderful.
Images of your smile flashed within his mind, and that same ache and longing pinged and rang within his chest, where a human's heart could have been.
A memory of Nahida's words play in his head.
“Perhaps it is indeed a sign of your fondness for them! Humans feel it for one another, and oftentimes, they refer to the feeling as love.”
Does he love you?
The ache pounds against his chest.
Oh, for archon's sake.
Wanderer's face turned red at a thought:
He really might be in love with you.
STAGE 2 - how he's pining for you.
➥ The days and weeks after his birthday, he sought you out more than he could've ever thought he would. Sometimes, he'd run into you buying groceries at the stalls of Sumeru. Other times, you'd be sitting in a small field of flowers, and he'd be flying by. You didn't seem to mind his presence, though. Actually, evident by your smiley faces and happier expressions, you seemed to enjoy it! The thought, without realizing it, made him happier than usuaI. While it wasn't evident with a spring in his step, if you looked closer, there would be a dozen sparkles in his eyes every time he glanced your way. Except, you'd know better than to get too close. Otherwise, Wanderer would've smacked you silly.
He’s become a little softer towards you than he is with anyone else. Even with his specialty of degrading everyone around him, he can’t bring himself to be rude to you in an honest way. Any harsh comment is followed by an ache in his heart whenever he sees you either pissed or bothered, and he finds himself incapable of thinking badly of you. Strangely enough, he thinks of you more than he talks to you nowadays. It bleeds into his day-to-day schedule when he’s in the Akademiya, studying for his classes, or doing his work. Wanderer doesn't really have much to do with his days. He thinks of you during classes now, too. He's unsure if you attend classes or if you've finished school, as he's never bothered to ask, and you've never brought it up. Either way, when the lectures start becoming white noise to him, he wonders if you're also in a classroom right now, bored and thinking of whatever you think of.
If only you might be thinking of him, too.
A tiny smile breaks his bored, motionless lips. The professor goes off about the lesson, and his mind goes on about you. Wanderer couldn't care less if he missed information; he understands the material anyway. He simply wants to think of you right now.
Suddenly, the students around him shoot up from their seats, grabbing their things and head for the door, and he follows in suit with the smile wiped off of his face. As he passes through the room, a few people gawk at him, but he dismisses them. Wanderer would only allow you to gawk at him.
He left the Akademiya immediately, running off to some secluded spot where the other students wouldn’t bother him and have him snap out of his thoughts. As of late, he found himself enjoying his days a little more whenever he had some time to himself, especially when he thought of you during that snippet of time. Yet, this time, he doesn’t have to simply think of you. Walking down the path to the ground-leveled city, Wanderer saw you around the corner. You were talking to someone, but a flurry of heartbeats synced with the swirling thoughts racing through all at once. The feeling gets annoying because he basically runs into you every other day, but he acts as though he hasn’t seen you in years. There’s a sudden skip in his heart that forces him down the pathway a little faster to startle you with his approach. Wanderer always found it amusing whenever you’d jump out of your skin at his sudden appearance–
But this time was different. Wanderer stopped and stood idle.
Just why was the General Mahamatra holding your arm like that? From the angle he stood at, he couldn’t see the wound on your arm, but something shot down every ounce of excitement and confidence he had in himself. He felt cheated on, but you weren’t even dating him! Cyno notices him from the distance and lets go of your arm, almost glaring at the boy. You, following in suit, turn around to see Wanderer. Even with that fabulous feeling wasted away, Wanderer still looked at you like you were the only important person to exist. You’re graceful in the way you turn his way, but your wound catches his eye quickly. Is that why Cyno held you like that? Because he was scolding you or something? Either way, that’s what Wanderer is about to do with you. He storms over to you, enraged, worried, and ready to ravage the whole universe to find who hurt you…
And it turns out it was just some Mitachurl that you abolished soon after you had gotten hurt.
“Kuni, if you’re just so worried about me, why not stick by me more often? Besides, we run into each other basically every day now.”
“You can be my travel buddy, I guess!”
“That’s stupid.” But he’d still want to be yours.
Cyno dismisses Wanderer and gets him off of your arm, and you’re escorted elsewhere (as Wanderer glares from the distance at Cyno). He thinks for a few moments but ultimately decides to return to the Sanctuary of Surasthana to pay Nahida a little visit…
STAGE 3 - him planning the confession.
➥ Nahida, when asked, simply told Wanderer to bring you over to some nice, secluded spot and tell you how he feels. He’s been told that the confession doesn’t have to be anything big, but maybe just some nice scenery would do you both some good. Wanderer slightly hoped that Nahida would tell him not to confess, but he knows her better than that. The plan, when made, was simple: he'll ask when you're free, then he'll take you to some nice spot nearby, sit you down as he takes his seat, and he tells you how he feels.
Now, does that sound appealing to Wanderer?
No, of course not.
Wanderer would prefer it if he just didn’t tell you at all. Feelings are awkward for him because he’s not used to romance. He’s not used to anything positive or good coming his way. Wanderer has walls of brick to seal his heart away to prevent further emotional pain. There’s no way he would tear all of that down just to be with you.
“But it’s already broken!” Nahida says with a cheeky smile, startling Wanderer.
“What?”
“Sorry,” the archon giggles, “I read your mind just now. What I mean to say is that you already trust them enough as is! The walls you’ve built have already been broken?”
“It’s still stupid, anyways. What if they don’t even reciprocate? Then what would I do?”
Nahida scratches her head a little, thinking of all of the experiences that she’s witnessed over the past two years of her freedom.
“Isn’t that what confession also determines? You let them know that they like you, and then you learn if they reciprocate or if they don’t.”
Thus, after a small debate with himself and Nahida, Wanderer decided to… Simply tell you how he feels. Shouldn’t be that hard, right? Though, when he finds himself unable to bring up a potential day to choose, Nahida asks you when you’re free, and thus the plan is initiated.
All that’s left to do is wait, prepare, and execute.
STAGE 4 - the confession.
➥ The morning of the plan arose. The break of dawn and the sunrise’s sunlight spilled across Teyvat all at once. The cold corpse of the moon faded with the blue sky, and Wanderer was all but asleep. In fact, he was frantic– panicking, not even a drop of sleep soaked into him. He’s, despite refusing to admit it, terrified of meeting you at that vantage point and possibly getting humiliated after letting his feelings pour.
Wanderer walks out of the dorm provided by the Akademiya and takes a stroll. It’s still early, and not too many people are outside yet. The air isn’t cold, it’s less humid than usual, but it’s still cooler than usual– the slightly-frosted breeze brushing against his porcelain arms. He can’t feel the cold, but he still shivers with the pressure of what might happen.
“Kuni?” Your semi-groggy voice calls out to him. He turns around, and he feels his chest nearly explode.
“You? Why are you up so early?”
“I dunno, Nahida told me to meet up with you later today, so I wanted to go out to get you something.”
Get him something? His could’ve-been-heart pounds in his chest.
“Why did you want to meet with me anyway?” You walk over to him, meeting his pace.
“I’ll tell you later. No snooping around yet.”
“Why?” A sly, teasing smile grows on your face. “Are you going to romantically confess your undying love to me under the blissful moonlight at your favorite romance novel scenery with a slow breeze hitting us? Oh, will there be flowers for me, too?” You smirk, and Wanderer looks at you with a fake look of disgust on his face. However, at that last question, he breaks his face… Slightly.
“That’s a good idea.” He quietly blurts, thinking of possible flowers to give you.
“...What?”
“Huh? What?”
“You’re planning to–” You stammer, a red blush dusting your features.
“Wha–?"
And then Wanderer realizes what he just did.
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Oral
Neteyam x Fem!Human!Reader
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warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, oral!fem receiving, masturbation, voyeurism
Neteyam couldn’t lie, he was always curious about you, more curious than he was spider, as the two of you were both sky people. But he figured that Na’vi males were similar to human males, but you? How did human females function? He wanted to know.
Kiri once told him that human females bleed a lot every month and he couldn’t help but wonder if that was true or if she was just messing with him.
You were his gateway to knowledge.
But as of recently, you two haven’t spent more than five minutes alone together. He would try and catch you out at the base, where you and spider would spend some time there, but you brushed him off, using any and every excuse in the book.
Neteyam called it simple curiosity. Lo’ak called it a crush.
“Next time she goes to use the bathroom just corner her.” Lo’ak suggested, lowly so you wouldn’t hear.
“No, that’s creepy.” Neteyam elbowed him in the side
“You’re never going to get her alone if you won’t even talk to her.” Lo’ak shrugged, rubbing the spot Neteyam had elbowed
“Why are you such a bother today, baby bro?” Neteyam seethed
Lo’ak put his hands up in surrender, “Whatever.”
You spotted a tree with fruit about, thirty or forty feet away, and you ran as fast as you feet could take you, it had been hours since you had eaten at this point and you would take anything.
“Lo’ak! I need help!” You yelled back
“Ah! Now is your chance bro! Go help her.” Lo’ak urged him
“Thanks bro.” Neteyam smiled back at his brother
You stood waiting, facing the tree with your back turned.
Neteyam came up behind you and picked the fruit for you.
You saw the blue hand and arm and smiled, turning back to greet Lo’ak Neteyam? “Neteyam?”
Neteyam’s heart wrenched as your smile fell.
“Is there something wrong, Tawtute?” He asked, not letting the growing frown over come his face
“No.” You grimace, “I was just expecting Lo’ak.”
“Ah, well I’m taller, better for fruit picking.” He smiled down at you
“Better for fruit picking?” You giggle, teasing his choice of words “You’re so funny Neteyam.”
You take the fruit from his hand, placing it in your bag. “Can we head back? I’m starving.”
“Yeah… me too.” Neteyam shakily whispered, his eyes trained on your hips as they swayed away from him
He could smell you from here, his mouth was watering. It was a relatively short and quiet walk back to the place you called home, it was an old botany lab that Jake and Mo’at had let you move closer to the clan.
It was definitely less of a lab now, more like your own haven that you could always retreat to. Neteyam loved to visit you in there because you didn’t have to wear that damn mask.
“Where did Lo’ak run off to anyways?” You asked
Neteyam shrugged, looking around for his baby brother, who had seemingly disappeared.
“Oh well, just me and you for today then?” You smiled up at him
“Yeah… Just me and you.” He couldn’t find it in himself to smile back down at you, not with the disgusting thoughts that ran through his mind, how could he let himself think about you like this?
Like right now, he wants to bend you over a tree root, rip off all of your tawtute clothing, and then take you to his heart’s content.
The rest of the walk to your home was mainly silent.
Neteyam had to duck through your door to get in, closing it behind him so you could take of your bulky mask. He turned around to grab one of the masks that you had saved for them, putting it around his neck and taking a small inhale of the “CO2” as you called it, before bring it back down to let it hang around his neck.
Meanwhile, you were busy cutting up the fruit he helped you pick.
Well, struggling to cut the fruit. You had a simple knife, much smaller than his, much duller than his.
He removed his own knife, scooting you out of the way and began to cut the rest of the fruit.
“I had it, you know.” You pouted up at him
“Sure you did.” He smirked down at you, finishing up the rest
He brings a piece to you, close to your face, expecting you to take it from him.
“I’m not eating from your hand, Neteyam, just give it to me.” You tried to take it from him but he held you back
“Such a violent and stubborn girl aren’t you?” Neteyam chuckled
You roll your eyes, letting him feed you the deliciously juicy fruit. The juice dribbled down your chin as you took another bite and suddenly all of Neteyam’s dirty thoughts returned.
Like how you would look with the tip of his cock in your mouth, with his cum dribbling down your chin instead of fruit juice. Or how well he just knew you would be able to take him.
He knew at this point, he was hard as a rock, but his pelvis was against your counter so you didn’t know, yet,
Neteyam cleared his throat, swiftly turning around towards the door with a strained “Sorry, I have to leave.”
You watch him in confusion as he practically ran away. Frantically you put on your mask to tell him goodbye but he was too quick. He didn’t go in the direction of the clan, so you followed him, like one does.
He was up against a tree when he stopped. Sweat very lightly covered his forehead. You had to stop yourself from gasping as he palmed his hard-on.
Quickly, his loincloth was discarded, letting his hard cock out.
Wow.
Your jaw dropped, he was so big.
The sun is setting behind the trees, and his silhouette is illuminated by the golden light, and his body is still and tense. You know what he's about to do, and you feel an odd thrill pass through you.
You see his shoulders rise and fall with each breath he takes, and you can sense the intensity of the moment.
Before you can truly process what's happening, his hands move faster, and his breathing becomes heavier. You can see his body trembling, and the tension radiating off of him is palpable.
Suddenly, a low moan escapes his lips, and it's enough to make your heart race. You can feel your own body heat rising, and a strange ache blooms in your belly.
You watch, mesmerized, as he writhes and moans in pleasure. His motions become faster and more frantic, and you can't help but be fascinated by the intensity of the experience.
When he finally reaches his peak, you watch in awe, feeling a strange combination of guilt and pleasure. You can't help but admire the beauty of the moment, and you feel strangely connected to him right now.
Suddenly, his eyes snap in your direction, he can sense you’re there, but he hasn’t exactly spotted you, yet.
Another sound makes his head snap the other way, so you took the opportunity to sneak away.
You thought you’d gone unnoticed, until you had almost reached your hime and felt a very large, sweaty hand on your shoulder.
“Sevin…” He whispered breathlessly
Your head turned back to him, almost scared to face him. “Neteyam… I-“
“Shut up.” He mumbled, pulling your back against him, he was still hard
His whole hand covered your neck, lightly choking you.
“But-“ You tried
“Didn’t I tell you to shut up, Syulang?” He rumbled
You stay silent.
“Mm, good girl.” You could hear the smile in his voice, “Walk.”
He walked you back to your home, once again ducking to get in the door. He closes it behind him, letting it air lock once again.
“Well, were you watching me?” Neteyam looked at you expectantly
“Didn’t mean to…” You mumbled, unable to meet his eyes
“Oh you didn’t mean to? Is that why you stayed and watched the whole time?” He teased, leaning in real close, definitely towering over you completely
“I, I don’t know…” You sighed
He only laughs at you, picking you up by your hips and placing you on your counter, next to the forgotten fruit.
He gets on his knees in front of you, but he’s still at a good height.
“You wanna tell me the truth?” He tilted his head up at you as he played with the button of your little shorts
“I followed you to make sure you were okay, And I, I saw that…” You explained, “It took me by surprise, I didn’t know what to do.”
He scoffed, reached up to your face and unlatching your mask from your face. Immediately he sticks his thumb in your mouth, you let him. He explores your mouth, focusing on your tongue, asking you to suck on his thumb. You comply, sucking on it gently. He couldn’t help but imagine how good you would look with his tip in your mouth.
“Such a good girl aren’t you?” He smiles
His other hand had unbuttoned your shorts, and he was beginning to pull them down.
Suddenly he’s yanked them off.
“I hate your tawtute clothes.” He mumbled. “Doesn’t show enough of you.”
He pulled at you panties gently, “I like these, very pretty and delicate, like you.”
“Mmm.” You whine
You gasp as his hands begin to roam around your inner thighs, his touch sending shivers up your spine. His palms are hot and his fingertips are gentle as he slowly spreads your legs.
A blush spreads across your entire body as his places soft kisses on both legs, leading himself to your needy pussy.
You were definitely smaller in comparison to the Na’vi women he had been with before. He used two of his fingers to separate your folds to get a better look.
Pretty and pink, definitely different from what he was used to.
He leans back in, his mouth watering as he prepares himself to finally be able to taste your sweetness.
“So good.” He growled, licking his chin before diving back in
“It is?” You ask, almost confused
“You don’t believe me?” He removed himself, looking up at you, also partially confused
You shake your head, “I- I can’t imagine it tastes good…” You doubt
“Mmm what a shame.” He shrugged, going back in, nose first.
He takes his time, lapping and flicking his tongue over every bit of your beautiful folds. You can't help but moan in pleasure as his lips and tongue explore you. Every lick sending a wave of pleasure rippling through your body.
Suddenly, an idea popped into his head, he removed his mouth from your center with a small “pop”. And reached over to take a piece of the forgotten fruit.
He brings it to your wet folds, with a mischievous smile on his face.
“W-what are you doing?” You attempt to close your legs
With a grunt, he forces them open, “Trust me.”
He slowly rubbed the fruit around your folds, making it even more slick with the fruit juice.
Neteyam separated your pink lips with his fingers and eased the fruit over your clenching hole, and he lets the tip of the fruit pop in and out.
He leans back in, lapping up your slick and the fruit’s slick. His eyes flickered to your shocked face. You were shocked about what he had done, that fact that he had done it, and that you were enjoying it.
He removes the fruit, his eyes analyzing it before bringing it to your mouth. Your eyebrows knit in concern he nodded at it to urge you to take it.
You let him feed it to you hesitantly, but you ate it.
“Believe me now?” He smirked up at you, cocking his head to the side
You moan in response.
“Mm, good.” He whispered, immediately going back to your needy pussy
His hands grasp your hips, and he moves his tongue lower. You arch your back and gasp as his tongue teases your little hole. Untouched by anyone except yourself and now him. His lips and tongue are relentless as he licks and sucks, exploring your body with expert precision.
“So sweet.” He mumbled against your slit, making you throw your head back
Your breathing quickens and your body trembles as pleasure builds inside of you. You moan and gasp as he works his way up and down your body, teasing and tasting you until you can't take it anymore.
“Neteyam!” You call out to him, your hands found his hair and you pushed his braids out of his face, making brief eye contact with him, before you threw your head back again, heaving.
The pleasure is intense and overwhelming as you reach your peak. Your body trembles and quakes as you cry out in ecstasy. The intensity of the experience is almost too much to bear.
“Doing so good.” He praised, his hands gently rubbing your shaky thighs
As your orgasm fades away, you feel yourself coming back down to reality. You open your eyes to see him smiling up at you, his eyes smoldering with desire. He looks satisfied with himself.
“Maybe I should spy on you more.” You tease
“Maybe you should.” He shrugged, though he sounded more serious than you.
His head laid on your thigh as he stared up at you. His eyes practically piercing through your soul.
“You know, now that I’ve got a taste of this sweet pussy, I can’t give it up.” He smirked up at you
You would never get tired of that cocky smirk from him.
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Hi, I absolutely love your writing!
I wanted to ask if you could write a Fermín x reader where reader works at the club as one of the fitness trainers and Fermín has the biggest crush on her, and gets teased all the time by his teammates because he get’s completely flustered all the time she helps him with something. At the end he is tired of their teasing and finally asks her out, and he’s really shy toward her. Thank you ❤️
My first Fermín fic ever🥹✨🫶🏼 Hope you'll like this, please let me know, feedback is really important to me!
By Your Side -F.L32
Summary: You're his fitness trainer but he wants you to be something more
You were dreaming. You felt like you were even though you knew you weren't. Dreams do come true. You remember crying when you graduated with honors at School of Physical Activity and Sport Sciences, but you cried even more knowing that the FC Barcelona wanted you to do your internship with them after creating a customized training program.
Not only you got to met your favorite players, you got to work with them and be part of your favorite club, being someone important in the team and for them to take your words and opinions into consideration. To ask you questions, guides on how to be better, how to work out to avoid an injury...
However, being young and female, people- mostly men, liked to make fun of it. Why would a girl be doing in a men's world? Thank heavens, your club supported you and praised you for your hard work and mostly, the ones who were doing it were the players. You had to be constantly around them, making a diet, doing a program, training and everything...
So it wasn't hard for you to get along with them and mostly with the younger ones like Ferran, Pedri, Lamine, Marc G, Gavi, Alejandro and Fermín. You joked with them and had a running joke with each one, your banter only understandable by you guys.
On the other hand, crushing over one of the players? Now, that wasn't on your list but you couldn't help it, he's sweet and funny, shy and aggressive, soft outside the pitch and hard inside, he's very intelligent and hardworking, treating you right in and outside work.
You sighed watching his name in your list. Fermín López.
And a small smile broke into your face.
There was one thing everyone understood but you. Fermín's crush on you. He didn't meant it. You are pretty, yes. But once he got to know you his attraction for you went more than just looks. Every time he spent with you, he fell more for you. And everyone knew it. And often he got teased by it.
Whenever you passed by, stopped to talk or even when your name was mentioned in a conversation, the tables would turn and the teasing would get to him, making him shake his head at his friends and coworkers while hang his head low for no one to see the obvious blush that covered his cheeks.
"Pero pídele una cita, chaval" (Ask her out on a date, dude) Ferran said hitting Fermín's shoulder
"¿Podréis parar un poco?" (Can you stop for a little bit?) Fermín said looking at both, Ferran and Lamine
"Venga, Trujillo" (C'mon, Trujillo) Pedri appeared in his other side "You never know if she wants it, as well"
"She's just our fitness trainer tho. I wouldn't want her to end up in a mess just because I like her"
"You never know what can happen, Fer" Ferran said patting his back "The worst thing could be her ending up fired" All the looks went to Ferran "What?"
"Tiburón, mejor no hables" (Shark, it's better if you don't talk) Pedri said shaking his head at his best friend's antics
"Bueno... That's a posibility" Fermín said sighing
"I mean, it is. But it doesn't have to be like that"
"Sorry the interruption" You said "Pedri, you're doing it wrong" You smile "No wonder why you get easily injured" You joke shaking your head softly
"Hey, it's not my fault I'm fragile!" You stopped smiling giving him the right instructions
"Leg pulled out completely and chin up, go now" You said before turning to Fermín "Your back, señor" You said straightening your back to show him "Good!" You smile "Keep the work, guys"
"Gracias, Y/N/N" He said in a breath as you smile at him
They saw how you went up to Gündogan and Cancelo who were doing push-up's.
"Stop drooling" Lamine said as both, Ferran and Pedri laughed as Fermín wanted to stop what he was doing and hit the back of the youngest head
"Si queréis, la próxima lo gritas más fuerte" (If you want, next time you scream it louder) Fermín said
"I can do that" The youngest didn't catched on Fermin's sarcasm
"And if he can't, we for sure can" Raphinha said with Jules besides him
"No ustedes también, por favor" (Not you too guys, please) Fermín said putting his head on his hands
"What's going on?" Frenkie says drying his face with a towel
"Fermín's crush on Y/N"
"Right! Are you going to tell her?" Frenkie asks winning a groan from him and a round of laughter from the guys
"Can you at least keep it down, guys? By the end of the routine she'll know about it"
"Is it a good or a bad thing?" Robert, who now joined to conversation, asked. Fermín let out a sigh when he saw you walk out the training room
"A very bad one"
"Why?"
"Because she's our fitness trainer and she could get in trouble?"
"Everyone knows you're friends outside this place with her and no one is commenting a thing on it-"
"As they should" Fermín said nodding his head
"So I don't think they'll say something if you ask her out on a date" Robert shrugged his shoulders
"But what if-?"
"Stop with that, you never know what might happen if you never try it" Araújo says with a smile "Besides, she might as well like you"
"And then you'll be a happy couple" Marc Casadó said
"Happy ever after, isn't it?" Oriol joked making everyone laugh and Fermín blush
"Stop guys" He said standing up from the machine "I'll be going"
"You can do it!"
"Good luck, chaval!" Gündogan yelled being followed by everyone
Once Fermín was out the training room, he pushed his weight onto the door, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He loved his co-workers, teammates and his friends to death but dear god-
"Hola Fermín"
"¡Puta madre!" (Fuck's sake!) Fermín yelled out startled and startling you as well
"Hostias, I know I don't look good in my work clothes but it's not like that"
"No! No. You look great! You look great, believe me. I just didn't expect it" You laugh lightly seeing him worried
"I was kinda joking, Trujillo. Calm down" He blushed smiling at the nickname while you laughed softly
"¿Qué?" (What?)
"You're blushing"
"I'm sweaty, that's why" You both laugh as he tries to calm himself down
"Sure, of course" You nod giggling
"Pero que tú tambien estás sonrojada" (But you're also blushing)
"It's hot today!"
"Such a liar you are!" You laugh sticking your tongue out
"But in all seriousness... are you feeling okay? I saw you coming out from the room and you looked anxious. Is everything okay?"
"Yes, everything is fine! I'm just overthinking some things" You nod
"I gotcha" You said crossing your arms over your chest "You wanna talk about it?"
Fermín looks at you and frowns "Don't cross your arms like that"
"Over my chest?" He nods "Why?"
"You instantly frown and your smile disappears. You're prettier while smiling" You blushed and smiled
"You're distracting me from your problem"
"That's my problem"
"I'm being serious"
He giggles "So am I" He says shrugging his shoulders
"Fermín"
"¿Qué?" He laughs
"I'm serious"
"I'm not having any problem, Y/N" He smiles "It was mainly just some things, the guys were saying"
"What did they say?"
"It was some teasing but it's a pretty serious thing for me and I get them but I don't think they get me"
"You can tell me, you know? I'm always here to help you"
"It's a complicated theme"
"I can understand"
"I'm okay, Y/N"
"C'mon, Fer. I know we're at work right now but we're friends. You can tell me anything"
Fermin sighs "It's really complicated"
"I have time" Fermín smiles shaking his head "Is it about football?" He shakes his head "College?" No again "Family?" No "A girl?" He doubts lightly before shaking his head "It's a girl"
"No"
"Don't lie, López" He smiles looking at the floor
"I like this girl, I have been crushing on her for the longest time possible but I'm afraid because of some things"
"What things?" You ask
"Her job first of all and what people can say about that"
"Is that just it?"
"I'm also afraid she doesn't like me back"
"How could anyone not like you, Fer? You're amazing. Come on, tell me more about this girl" You start walking
"Where are you going?"
"We're gonna have a talk, Fermín!"
"Wait...!"
He ran after you as you got to your office "Get ready, I want details"
Fermín looked at you as you were picking up some papers and making your office more presentable than it was already
Suddenly he felt his blood running through his whole body and remembered every teasing the guys made
"You need a tissue, man. You have drool on your chin", "Go ask her out", "Training with more passion are we now, huh Fer?"
"The girl" You hum letting him know to continue "The girl I'm talking about..." You lift your head to see him "It's you"
"You say what?"
"I like you" He said nodding "But I'm scared because you're our fitness trainer and I don't want to cause you any kind of problem. I don't want people to judge you nor your well deserved spot on this team and I have been into you ever since you came here 'cus you're gorgeous, sweet, smart, funny and many things that I wouldn't be able to describe with words" He shrugs his shoulders with a soft smile "But I don't know..." He said looking at the floor as you smiled
"Really?" He nods
"I'm sorry if-"
"That's a good thing to know then" you cut him off "'cus I like you too"
"Really?" His head lifts, his eyes shine and in his face was a smile
"Yes" You said blushing by the intensity of the eye contact held between the two of you
"That's amazing!" You both laugh "I'm sorry"
"It's fine, Fer. It's okay"
"Would you... Uhmm... I don't- I mean... Would you like to go with me on a date?" You smile nodding
"Sure" You smile "Is 7pm good for you?"
"Yes! Yes, of course! It works for me" He smiles and giggles. You smile back. "Do you want me to pick you up?" You nod
"That's perfect!"
"Perfect" He breathed out with a smile
"Great"
"Great" You laugh
"¡Fermín! ¡You're missing one repetition!"
"Not to kick you out but you should go" You said as he nods laughing
"I should"
"And go there jogging. You stopped excercising a while ago I wouldn't like for you to get a cramp"
"Yes, miss" He smiled getting out of your office.
You stayed there looking at your door. Damn, your cheeks hurt for smiling so much. But it was something he gets out of you easily. He makes you happy.
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PLEASE write a pt. 2 to the fic abt reader being a bet and finding out, while Chris acc fell for them
because of a lie pt.2 - c.s
a/n: i want to point out that any words that are italicized, at the end of the word or full word, is reader or chris’ voice breaking/cracking as they are on the verge of tears !
you laid on your bed, eyes focusing the ceiling as you ignored the constant vibrating that came from your phone.
you knew it was chris’ brothers trying to reach out to you. it couldn’t have been the man himself, you blocked him on everything after you rewatched the video at least ten more times.
yes, you were sad. you wanted to know his reasoning behind using you to get three hundred dollars that would no doubt be gone within a week. but you refused to see him, or even hear his voice after he broke your heart.
to you, it made no sense.
was he that incapable of truly liking someone that he needed money to even get through the talking stage?
did his talks about how he felt like no one aside from you understood him mean nothing?
you wanted to believe it was bullshit, but it made sense. you saw the way he couldn’t properly commit to people, he even admitted it himself.
what were the odds he actually liked you? very low apparently.
you were snapped out of your thoughts by a knock on your door.
letting out a groan, you pushed yourself up slowly.
you hoped whoever was at your door had enough patience as you were definitely taking your time to get there, though once you did, you wished you hadn’t.
you instantly tried closing the door upon seeing who was standing there.
“woah, hang on, please.”
“go away!” you demanded, tears filling your vision as you put your shoulder against the wood in hopes of pushing him out the apartment.
“baby, please—“
“don’t call me that!” despite the yelling and the urgent need to get him out of your sight, you were growing tired and knew your strength was no match with his, so you let go. “don’t you dare walk in here. i don’t even want to see you.”
he huffed, being respectful of your wishes and not walking inside, “just let me explain myself. please.”
the cracking in his voice gave away his desperation to talk to you.
but you weren’t having it.
“i was a bet.”
“yn—“
“a bet, chris. three hundred dollars to make me fall in love with you. what is there to explain?!”
he could only sigh. there truly was no arguing.
you weren’t wrong.
that’s how it started as- a bet. but chris loves you, he truly does. so seeing you break down, because of him nonetheless, crushed his heart into a million peaces.
“you know what? go ahead. go ahead and explain to me what the hell possessed you into taking on this stupid ass bet that you knew would end with me being heart broken.”
“it was an accident- it was a mistake. i wasn’t thinking, i was being stupid—“
“clearly.” you scoffed, eyeing the way his feet struggled to keep himself at a distance.
“i’m sorry.” he took a small stepped forward, “i’m so sorry. i didn’t think the video would get out—“
“what?!”
“not in that way. just- yeah, it was a bet. it started off as a bet and i’m so sorry for going along with it, but i was dumb and i wanted to look cool around my friends so i agreed to it, okay? i’m sorry.”
you were filled with tears as you listened to him speak. you didn’t want to give him the chance to possibly get back in your head after breaking your heart not even five minutes ago but you want to know why.
“i don’t regret it.”
if your face could fall any more, it’d be on the ground, “excuse me.”
“no, no! not like that. i mean- yes, i regret it but i don’t because if i hadn’t been an idiot then i wouldn’t have realized how in love with you i am.”
the silence was deafening.
so quiet that you could hear matt’s car engine running across the street.
no matter how many times you’d both showed it, chris could never find it in himself to admit that he loved you.
he practically refused to do it. not because he didn’t, but because he was scared.
and here he was, pouring his heart out onto your doorstep in hopes that you would forgive him for his careless actions.
he stepped into the small home, his soft hands reaching to grab onto your forearms,
“please. i know i don’t deserve it, but i love you. i love you so much it hurts. i will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. just give a chance. please.”
you were an idiot.
you knew you were an idiot. you were a firm believer in once a cheater, always a cheater. now, did chris cheat? no, but he didn’t make you look like an absolutely fool.
a fool that fell in love.
and as a sigh left your lips, you knew that you would end up forgiving him.
and no matter how long it took, chris would be there working his ass off to prove himself.
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Blooming🌼
Summary: You’ve been in the group since the start and have always liked Carl but once you see Enid moving into your territory you get jealous
•Masterlist•
You grew close to Carl at the prison, you were both the same age so it was easy to get along, you were there for him when his mom died and when the prison fell you were scared you’d never see him again but when Carol found you and helped you survive she found the other leading to you seeing Carl again when you Tyrese and Judith coming out of the cabin
He hugged Judith tight then came over and squeezed me so tight as I did the same, hearing his quiet cry’s
You were there for eachother on the road and always shared body heat at night to keep warm and now you were all in Alexandria and even though you were all in the same house it felt like Carl was slipping away from you
You were walking to the gardens with Maggie when you saw Carl and this girl Enid kissing, and it felt like your heart was being crushed, you quickly looked away and Maggie noticed
She’d grown to be like a sister to you and she could tell when something was wrong
“You okay?” She asked
“I’m fine” you lied as you finally got to the garden
“I can tell when you’re not…..is it about Carl?” She asked making you look at her shocked
“How did you know?”
“Come on y/n I know you, I’ve seen the way you act around Carl since you both were little at the farm, and now you’re both grown up and you still treat him like the center of your universe, everyone sees it”
You sighed knowing you couldn’t hide it anymore
“It hurts Maggie, I thought he liked me back, I mean maybe he just sees me as a best friend but I was just holding onto hope that maybe he felt something more……and now he’s with her and it just hurts so much” you cried finally feeling everything you’ve been bottling up to yourself
“Oh sweetie I’m sorry” she said as she sat beside you and wrapped her arms around you
“He doesn’t even hang out with me anymore he’s always with her, he’s pushed me away and I feel so lonely” you said into her chest as she held you tight
“It’ll be okay, you have all of us but I know you have a different hurt, it’s your first heartbreak sweetie but you know I’m always here” she said holding you back so she could see you and wiping your tears
“I know I just hate feeling like this, I just miss him so much”
Maggie obviously told Glenn and the others because you were all one big family so when you entered the house later that evening you saw the sad look some people gave you as your face was puffy and red from crying so much
“Ya alright?” Daryl asked from beside you
“I don’t know”
“He’s stupid fer not wanting ya” he said trying to sooth you in his own way
“Thanks Daryl” you smiled at him weakly
“It’ll be alright kid” he said before walking to his spot in the living room where he slept
You went and laid on the book corner ledge by the window, a lot of you slept in the living room still needing that reassurance, you turned and looked out the window seeing Carl walking up the porch
“What are you doing out so late?” Rick asked as he was at the kitchen island
“Just had to finish some things” he said looking over at you as you were all watching the interaction
Everyone went to sleep and you couldn’t close your eyes without seeing them kissing then you felt someone poking you, you rolled over and it was Carl standing above you
“Hey can I talk to you?” He whispered as you nodded and he sat next to you as you also sat up
“I know you saw me and Enid kiss earlier, I’m sorry”
“Why are you sorry?”
“Cause I know how you took it, I didn’t really wanna kiss her, she kinda just kissed me and I didn’t know what to do”
“Do you like her?” You knew some people were listening it wasn’t hard to tell when they kept moving around
“Not like that, not like how I like you” he said as he held your hand, your heart was pumping so hard
“And how do you like me?” You asked nervous
“I don’t like you, I love you, of course I love you”
“Really? You love me”
“I’ve always wanted you, when I first saw you I knew you were it for me, even with all this chaos going on”
“I love you too Carl” you smiled as he pulled you into a hug
He leaned back and looked at you lips
“Can I?”
“Please” you whined having waited for this for so long
He leaned in and it was the sweetest kiss as he held you closer and the kiss deepened
“You’re my everything Carl” you said when he pulled back
“And you’re mine” that night you held eachother close as you fell asleep in his arms
He was finally yours
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Planet Girl
Han x Lee Know x fem reader
Han is ur bf and Minho is his best friend.
Contains: Masturbation, oral (m and f receiving), vaginal sex, degradation, praise, slapping, mentions of choking, teasing, spitting (porn with little to no plot).
Word count: 5.8k...
You were currently hanging out at your boyfriend's house, watching a movie. You were snuggled up to him under a big fluffy blanket and you had been cuddling like this for a while now.
It was hard for you to focus on the movie as it was boring and Jisung's phone was right up in your face, while he was texting his best friend Minho.
You read the messages lazily, though quickly realizing he was coming over for another movie marathon. You didn't mind anyway, he was a chill guy and he could easily set a bright mood to anyone.
Jisung turned his phone off before throwing it somewhere on the couch and he gave you a kiss on your head. Once he was sure his phone was God knows where, he put his arm back around your waist, his thumb making circles on the fabric of his shirt (which you were wearing).
You stayed like this for a moment, until you heard an old man's voice yelling behind you.
You both screamed, definitely startled by the sound, also wondering if you were going to get killed tonight.
But no, as you turned around, you only saw Minho laughing his ass off. You heard Jisung sigh and he hit his best friend in the shoulder.
"That was pure evil!
- I just had to do it.
- You're unbelievable. What's up?"
As Minho made his way to the other couch, you three made conversation for a while. Nobody was paying attention to the movie that was playing, but when the credits started showing up you just turned the TV off. There was no way you'd stay watching movies for a few other hours.
"Is something wrong?
- I'm not watching any other movies for the next month," you dramatically sighed and laid back down, almost crushing Jisung under you.
"Get off of me!
- Why?
- You're taking way too much space on my couch.
- Minho, can I lay on you?
- Huh?
- What?
- Yeah, sure," he didn't seem bothered by your question, in contrary to Jisung, who had his mouth slightly opened and his brows were furrowed.
You patted your boyfriend's shoulder and kissed his cheek, sending him a closed mouth smile as you stood up, walking to Minho who was just watching the scene before his eyes.
You wrapped your arms around his neck before sitting on his lap, your legs were on the couch's armrest. You immediately smiled and laid your head on his shoulder when you felt him holding you.
"Bro, the fuck.
- Ji, come get your girlfriend.
- No, Ji, don't. Min's lap is way more comfortable than yours."
You knew what you were doing and Jisung did too, so you didn't have to worry about hurting his feelings. You both knew you were just horny and that was why you acted that way. As you both made long eye contact, none of you wanting to break it, the room suddenly fell silent and Minho just had the urge to know what was going on, feeling he was the only one not knowing.
"Is something going on?
- Are you up for a threesome?" Jisung asked, not taking his gaze away from yours.
"With who?
- Us," this time it was you answering. For a second, Minho forgot how to breathe and he thought about your suggestion while he tightened his hold around you.
"Sure," he simply said, not even having an ounce of emotion in his voice.
If you two were both comfortable with it, why wouldn't he try? He had always thought having a threesome could be fun, so trying it out with his best friend and his best friend's girlfriend had to be the best people to do it with, as you knew each other very well and to be honest, he found the both of you pretty hot.
Minho didn't have the time to say or ask anything else, because you started planting little kisses along his jaw and his neck. Jisung stood up, also picking up his phone and he walked over to you two, giving a gentle squeeze to one of your thighs.
"I'll be waiting in the bedroom."
You nodded and waited for a kiss, he understood and gave you a quick one on the lips. As much as you wanted it to go on for longer, Jisung pulled away, gave you a wink and walked to his bedroom as he stated earlier.
You turned back to Minho, who was still holding you on his lap and he gave you a sweet smile, which clearly didn't match with the look in his eyes, but you couldn't decipher what it was.
"You sure you wanna do this?
- Are you?
- I'm more than sure. Jisung is, too. We've talked about this before, so no need to worry about doing anything wrong.
- Good," you felt him rub his hands on your hip, you felt how delicate they were and it gave you shivers, just as much as when Jisung did the same to you.
You slowly leaned in, unsure if it was okay for you to kiss him, but then right when you closed your eyes, you felt his lips on yours. You could tell he was as experienced as your boyfriend, he seemed highly relaxed as his hands kept travelling on your hip, then your thigh. His kiss was soft as first, then he gently bit your bottom lip and you let out a small whimper. He only scoffed and let you brush your tongue along his. Your arms made their way around his neck and you soon found yourself pulling him closer.
You didn't think he'd actually be into this threesome shit but his moves proved you wrong when he started tugging on the waistband of your shorts, teasing you and making you flustered. Right when you pulled away due to your confidence having completely went away, he planted kisses along your neck, his breath against your skin making you shiver.
"Let's go to the bedroom," you managed to whisper, sliding your hands along his shoulders as your head tilted sideways to give his lips more space to cover.
He hummed in agreement, slowly pulled away and you took his hands as you stood up from your seat, making him follow your lead. Right when you stood in front of each other, it only took you a few seconds of eye contact before throwing yourself on him, making your lips connect once more but with even more hunger for each other than before. You were getting comfortable and it showed with every move you made on your way to the bedroom, in which Jisung was patiently waiting for you both.
Minho was the first one to enter the room, as he was walking backwards. You hadn't even realized he was the one leading you over to the bed before you both fell onto it, you landing on top of him.
You were still pretty much devouring each other, your hands were firmly holding onto his cheeks and your back arched while you slowly grinded on his lap. You then felt your hair being tossed to the side of your head, then hands going under your shirt and another pair of lips on your neck. You couldn't help but to pull away and let out a quiet moan when Jisung's hands found their way to your boobs and gently massaged them. His tongue against your neck made your skin go hot and Minho was now also exploring your whole body with his hands. You were at both their disposal and it made you need them even more.
Since your boyfriend was right behind you, it stopped you from moving your hips the same way you did before and you couldn't do anything to release the tension that was slowly becoming unbearable over time.
"Please just fuck me."
Jisung's lips left your neck at this resquest and you opened your eyes for the first time ever since you had landed on top of Minho. Your boyfriend's hands trailed down your upper body to stop on your hips and when you looked down, Minho was watching you with amusement. Although by only looking at his face you would've thought he was completely unphazed by this whole situation, his hard dick against your shorts betrayed his looks of relaxation.
"Just be patient, will you? Let us have some more fun first," Jisung said in a low voice, really close to your ear. You had the urge to do something - anything - to feel some friction, at least to feel closer to the both of them, but you stopped yourself from doing so.
You could only whine at his response and Minho scoffed before lifting himself up so he would be face level with you. His hands were rested on your thighs right under Jisung's.
"How about we start with a little teasing, mmh? Wouldn't you like that?" You usually hated when people talked to you as if you were a little princess of some sort, but when Minho and Jisung did it, it made you incredibly horny. You wanted them to speak to you as if you were a mere object to them, or even just the most fragile woman ever.
You wanted them to fully disrespect you, to call you names. No matter how embarrassed they would make you, it would only make you wetter and it made you ashamed to even think about it.
But could you really control yourself when you're turned on? Absolutely not.
"No, just shove your dick in my mouth," you blurted out and they both immediately laughed at this.
"You're such a whore," Jisung stood next to you now, instead of behind you. "Come here."
You didn't wait to be asked twice and you were already on your feet in front of Jisung, right before being pushed back on the bed, but now you were the one laying on your back and Jisung was on top of you.
"You're not to decide what we'll do with you. The only thing your little bitchass mouth should do is obey to what we tell you to do. Understood?"
Oh how you loved seeing this side of him. You couldn't argue anymore and only nodded, squeezing your thighs together.
"Min, keep her legs open. I don't want her to pleasure herself yet.
- Jisung, please…
- Listen to your boyfriend and maybe we'll do something about all this," your whole body shivered when Minho slipped a finger in your panties to then slide his finger from around your hole up to your clit, spreading your lube all over your vulva. You moaned at this and then he immediately removed his finger.
He showed his now wet finger to the both of you and Jisung took it in his mouth to suck it off, making sure you could see how his tongue moved around Minho's finger. Once again, Minho didn't seem to react much to it, but you very much did.
The view was so lewd to you, your boyfriend sucking off his best friend's finger which was under your panties right before that. You wanted to taste it too, but you were bound to only respond to what they told you, so you only watched and hoped they would touch you again.
When Minho took his finger out of Jisung's mouth, he made sure to drag it down Jisung's chin so that saliva was on it. You could see his head just above your boyfriend's shoulder, he was looking right at you with his eyes even darker than usually, if that was ever possible.
"Ji, let's let her take her shirt off. The poor girl looks like she's about to melt.
- Right, let's do that."
"Finally," you thought. You mentally cheered when Jisung took a hold of the hem of your shirt and he slowly lifted it up, until it was at your head and he waited for you to lift yourself up a little to completely take it off.
You weren't wearing a bra, so your boobs were at once exposed to them. Weirdly enough, you felt insecure. You guessed that was only what the effect having the both of them all over you did to you. You still hid them with your arms and they looked at you with fake pity.
"Aww, are we getting shy, now? Don't be, dear.
- You know we can't do anything if you don't make yourself completely at our disposal," Jisung pouted at you.
Taken over by embarrassment, you left your boobs to instead hide your face. Your eyes were tightly shut and you were breathing heavily. You heard some shuffling and you also felt Jisung getting up for a little moment before coming back to you and pressing his now bare chest on yours. You knew his face was less than inches away from yours, as you felt his slow and steady breathing hitting your arms.
There was some more shuffling from behind and then the matress sunk a little more. You guessed Minho was on the bed too, but you couldn't guess where.
"Please look at me, baby."
You did as told and slowly removed your arms from your face. Your eyes were still shut though and it took you some more courage to open them up.
You didn't know why he had so much more effect on you tonight, but when you saw the familiarity of his brown and loving eyes, you remembered how attractive and affectionate your boyfriend was. There was no place for insecurity with him, and you knew it.
"Let me pleasure you first. Okay?"
You nodded and then he smiled at you sweetly before leaning in and kissing you. Of course you kissed back and wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you. His hands that were previously rested on your waist now started to lightly trail down your body and you felt one of them tug on the waistband of your shorts.
As Jisung kissed and teased you, Minho laid next to you two, one hand lifting his head up. Only observing you both satisfied him and he would occasionally stroke your curves. He would watch how your and Jisung's tongue sometimes brushed against each other, how your chests moved in sync. How your hips would slowly lift up and then go back down with Jisung's. You were almost one body and he felt hypnotized by it.
Jisung opened back his eyes to look at Minho while he was still kissing you. He gestured for him to come closer and so he did. Jisung stopped the kiss and looked at your now swollen lips with a satisfied grin.
"Relax for now, Y/n."
As Minho took Jisung's place above you, the latter went in between your legs after having sled your shorts and then your panties off. You were dripping wet, he could tell you had been like this for a while too.
He leaned in to kiss your clit and then he lightly brushed his tongue over it, making you react against Minho's mouth. It was obviously muffled, since you were already kissing Minho. Jisung continued a bit more teasing, only touching your clit for less than a second before pulling away each time. He decided to slide a finger across your vulva, getting as much lubricant as he could on it. He then looked at it and with his wet finger he spread it on his thumb to finally watch the sticky fluids connect together as he separated his fingers.
As Minho massaged your boobs and eventually started pinching your nipples, you were getting worked up and Jisung noticed that. He judged you'd waited enough already and finally but slowly started rubbing your clit with his thumb. You were already moaning due to Minho's hands, but now you got louder when your boyfriend touched you like that.
His thumb was quickly replaced with his tongue which slid down your lips and sometimes teased your hole. Then he'd come back up to draw circles on your clit. He'd also suck, his hands placing themselves on your hips to keep you still. If he didn't do that, you'd be moving too much and Jisung wanted to have control over you.
Minho broke the kiss and a string of saliva connected both your lips. It eventually also broke when he went a little more down your body to go fumble with your boobs. He took one of them in his mouth and used the tip of his tongue to tease your nipple, which combined with Jisung eating you out made you a mess.
You would say things like "Yes, just like that," "Please," or "Fuck" from time to time when the stimulation got even better and eventually Jisung inserted one finger in you. You hid your face once again with one of your arms and Minho got up from you, placing himself next to Jisung who was watching your reactions closely. Minho rubbed your clit gently as Jisung fingered you and they both got satisfied once you started breathing heavier and your back arched.
Your free hand was stimulating your boobs as the two boys were occupied somewhere else. You didn't think how good it would feel to have a threesome, but now that you had a taste of it, you never wanted it to end. You loved how harsh and gentle they both could be and how incredibly hot it was to see them play with your body.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" They both intently looked at you as their hands kept ruining you.
You only nodded, arching your back again to physically show how great you felt under them. They both stopped in their movements and you finally looked at them.
"Use words, are you enjoying yourself?" Minho demanded, making you feel so humiliated. You wanted to cry due to his hard stare burning you, but you only obeyed and answered with a shy "Yes."
"My good girl," Jisung kissed your inner thigh and inserted a second finger in you. He knew it was hard for you to adjust to it, so it took a little while for him to slide it all in. Minho also waited for you to get accommodated to it and only restarted occupying you when Jisung pumped his fingers in and out of you a few times already.
Eventually, the sight of you squirming and moaning and panting, completely naked and ready to be destroyed made his cock hurt in his pants since he was growing harder and harder as time passed. Since it was getting tight in there, he stopped his movements and came closer to you.
"Sweetheart, I'm starting to get a bit impatient. Can you help me with that?" He guided your hands to his bulge and you felt his dick through the fabric. You also took the time to study his hand that was over yours. His veins showed so much at this time, they went all the way up to just above his wrist. You thought that if you happened to have a needle with you, they'd even pop only at the sight of it.
He had two rings on his fingers and his hand looked overall so soft but rough at the same time. You felt the need to touch his veins, but instead you massaged his dick which made him sigh and relax. His hand then left yours and he used it to pass it through his hair.
"You heard him, Y/n. Be a good girl and jerk him off for us," Jisung curled his fingers in you and kept hitting something in you that felt incredibly good, though you couldn't tell what it was exactly.
You carefully undid the knot that was made on Minho's sweatpants and when it was done, he took them off along with his boxers. It did take him a while to take them off though, he saw how impatient you got and he knew you were anticipating. So when all his clothes were off and you could finally see all of it, it was enough to almost send you over the edge. The fact Jisung was still going hard with you made it difficult for you to concentrate any more, but you still traced your index finger along Minho's dick.
It wasn't abnormally big, maybe a little above average. You felt small veins on it when your fingers lightly stroked it, and then you approached yourself to spit on the tip. You first shyly licked his tip, then when you heard shaky breaths from him you took him all in your mouth.
You weren't used to deepthroating, but you wanted to do it for some reason. With the pleasure from Jisung's fingers all at once fingering you and rubbing on you, you moaned around Minho's dick, which sent vibrations to him.
"Fuck, please do this again," he took a hold of the back of your head, making you stay like this a little more. You moaned again, since Jisung went harder on you with Minho's request. You knew that after this, your pussy would be a whole lot swollen.
When he let go of your head to grab your hair, you started sucking his dick like you'd normally do with Jisung. You'd use your hand to jerk what you couldn't reach with your mouth and you also used your tongue, like a lot. Over time, you knew exactly what would make the best reactions out of your boyfriend and when you did the same things to Minho, he was soon throwing his head back and whimpering.
Jisung's erection hurt so much when he looked at the view of you sucking his best friend off. At that point he didn't even know who he wanted to be, since the both of you had as much effect on him. He inserted a third and last finger in you, once again making sure it doesn't hurt too much. He then continued using his tongue on your clit.
Maybe it was everything all at once, but you quickly came to your high after that third finger Jisung had slid into you. You pulled away from Minho, unable to function anymore and you threw your head back, the pleasure consuming you. You moaned Jisung's name as he helped you with your orgasm.
You thought he'd stop once you'd calm down, but as he kept on rubbing your clit, you quickly became overestimulated and tears filled up your eyes.
"Jisung, please…
- Don't leave Minho hanging like that, darling. Keep going."
You let out a sob of desperation and only continued pumping Minho's cock. He brushed some hair off your face as you did so and he watched as tears of overstimulation fell down your cheeks. He wished you had worn mascara at this moment, too bad you didn't have any makeup on.
"You're doing so good right now, sweetheart. Keep crying like this and I might have to cum on your face.
- Yes, fuck, please do that," you begged as you felt a second orgasm building up. That was just how skilled Jisung was with both his hands and his mouth, he could make you cum however many times he'd wish. You went faster with jerking Minho off and you saw how his breathing went faster when you did so.
You kept going and he started whimpering out incoherent sentences. Maybe begs, maybe praise, you didn't exactly know but the sound of his voice sent you over the edge for the second time and you came around Jisung's fingers. At the sight of you, Minho reached his own high and came on your hand. He was a panting mess, his hair hid most of his eyes and his lips were parted. His cum wasn't so hot on your hand as your skin was burning already, but the sight of it made you want to lick it all off.
What you didn't expect was for Jisung to join you two and take your hand to his mouth to lick it off himself. He then brought his own hand to Minho's mouth, who opened it a little more to let Jisung's fingers in. They intensely made eye contact and you felt even hotter if that was even possible.
You took this free time to get behind Jisung and you slid his shorts off along with his underwear with one hand. Since he was on his knees, you couldn't take them completely off, but he helped you by raising his legs so you could do it as he was still tasting Minho's cum on your hand.
You knew that now there wasn't anything else on your fingers, so you took them out of his mouth to then start jerking him off with that hand from behind him. He immediately moaned and laid the back of his head on your shoulder. Minho took this opportunity to take Jisung's fingers out of his mouth and he went to kiss and lightly bite his neck. He also went up to his jawline and down to his collarbone, basically tasting every inch of free skin he had.
His hands explored his body and Jisung almost saw stars. Your hands worked wonders and Minho's mouth made him feel even hotter. His fingers burned his skin and he didn't think he would forget the way he touched him anytime soon. Oh how he loved being bisexual.
You turned Jisung's head towards yours and you kissed. You had never seen your boyfriend this submissive before, but it made you feel some type of way. His whimpers directly entered your mouth as you were kissing and you went faster at pumping his dick. Minho also helped you by playing with his balls, making him completely unable to function properly.
Your previously free hand went pinching one of his hard nipples and Minho went sucking the other one, making eye contact with you. They had some sort of sparkle in them and you somehow couldn't look away from him.
"Plea…se, I'm gonna cum…" Jisung panted and arched his back. You went even faster, but right when he got worked up you suddenly let go of his dick. Minho figured out what you were doing and pulled away from your boyfriend, looking at him mockingly.
"Well well, would you look at that," Minho said with a hint of teasing in his voice.
"Who's the whore now, Ji?" You asked, sweetly whispering to his ear.
"Please make me cum, I'm begging. I can't take it anymore," he was bucking his hips to find any friction he could get.
"You look so pathetic right now," Minho ran his finger along Jisung's dick, making him whimper even more.
"Whose whore are you?
- Yours, I'm your whore," Jisung practically moaned out his answer and Minho put his hand around Jisung's base.
Minho went even faster than you at pumping Jisung, and soon Jisung was even more of a moaning and whimpering mess. He kept begging for you both and soon he came on his stomach and Minho's hand.
"That's a good boy," Minho praised, helping Jisung go down his orgasm.
Once he had calmed down, you stopped stroking his hair because it was now your turn to have fingers in your mouth. Although you didn't like the taste of cum, you made sure to swallow it all, since Minho was looking at you with expecting eyes and you didn't want to displease him.
When he took his fingers out of your mouth, you showed him you had swallowed every drop of cum he had wanted you to take. He sweetly tapped your cheek and sent you a praising smile.
"Now let's take care of you again," Minho announced, which made Jisung turn around and guide you down on the bed, suddenly regaining his confidence.
He went back up after having made you lay on your back and both men were looking at you from both sides.
"What should we do with her?" Jisung asked his friend, briefly looking at him.
"How about we tie her up?
- Sure, let me grab something for that."
As Jisung had regained his confidence, you had lost all of yours at that point. You knew that Jisung was going to get the same red ribbon you guys used sometimes when you felt like it and you subconsciously squeezed your thighs together.
As you thought, he did come back with the ribbon and two condoms. You smiled at that and he threw one at Minho, who effortlessly caught it. As they both unwrapped it, they made sure they weren't perforated and when they saw they weren't, they put them on. Then Jisung went to tie your arms together above your head and Minho stretched two fingers into you to see if you were still loose or if they had to prepare you a little more.
"She's still loose and dripping, listen," Minho quickly fingered you, which made some wet sounds. That wasn't the only sound this produced, you also obviously started moaning, since it had been a few minutes already since you hadn't had anyone fingering you and you were still sensitive.
"Damn, I'm surprised you still want us after those two orgasms. Must be good to have two guys all over you, huh?" Jisung teased, as he made sure the knot he made with the ribbon would restrain you but would not be too painful.
"I want both of you in me," you requested and Minho took his fingers out of you.
"Who's starting?" He asked.
"Do it, I'm gonna watch," Jisung said and came sitting behind you, placing your head on his stomach. Your tied hands rested on his shoulder.
"Hope you're ready for this, sweetheart."
He positioned himself so that his dick would be aligned with your hole and with his hand he pushed himself in, slowly. Only the tip made you react and you whimpered. Jisung reassuringly stroked your arms and said how well you were doing.
At some point Minho was all the way in you and he went over you so that he could make direct eye contact while he'd be fucking you. His necklace was hanging between you two and at first you focused on it, but then Minho lifted your chin up with his index.
"Look at me baby, I wanna see your pretty eyes."
And so you looked into his eyes and he started thrusting in you. At first he was slow, but as time passed he went faster and faster, to eventually become straight up rough with you. Jisung was occupying your boobs and Minho was still intensely looking at you as he destroyed your pussy.
Your moans quickly became Minho's name and it only made him go faster in you. From time to time he would slap your thighs and grip then harshly when you tried to squeeze them around him until he simply put one of your legs over his shoulder and lifted himself up so he would hit your g-spot better. You wanted to hold onto something, but the ribbon restrained you so you couldn't do anything to stop your oversensitivity.
Minho was also pretty vocal, as he often grunted, whimpered or whispered some random curse word. Jisung occasionally would slap your tits when you were too agitated to his liking and it would make you let out desperate whines.
"You take me so well, it shows you've been doing this often," Minho told you as he went faster into you. Maybe he didn't want to show it, but you could guess he was about to cum when he bit his lip and concentrated on where you two were connected.
His thrusts became sloppy and incoherent and soon he let out shaky breaths that almost sounded like some more whimpers. You felt his cum spilling in the condom and you guessed he was done with you. He slowed down and eventually pulled out of you, still panting and he brushed his hair out of his face, still looking at your pussy. He gave it a light slap that made you jump and with that he looked up to Jisung.
"Finish up for me, I'm gonna go take a shower," he announced, giving you a quick peck on the lips and winking at Jisung before grabbing his clothes from the floor and walking out of the room.
Jisung placed your head on a pillow and went between your legs, easily sliding into you and immediately going rough on you, wrapping a hand around your neck. He didn't press too hard, since he knew that would be dangerous.
"You looked like you forgot I was your boyfriend earlier, that kind of made me upset. Sorry darling, but I'm not gonna go easy on you. Open up."
You opened your mouth and he spit on your tongue, some saliva dripping down your lips. When he did, you swallowed and rolled your eyes back. You loved how he was disrespecting you and if it meant he was going to do this each time, you would start making him jealous more often.
"It's not my fault Minho was so good with me. He's really skilled, you know," you dared say, knowing it would annoy him a little.
He slapped your cheek with the hand that was previously around your neck. He then thrusted deeper and harder into you, with a visible frown on his face.
"Say that again and I'm letting you finish alone. I knew you were a bitch but not that much. You're actually pathetic."
You moaned at that and the sting on your cheek felt better than it hurt. You already felt you were going to come soon, so you asked him to continue going fast.
"I'm gonna cum soon too, wait a little longer for me," Jisung commanded, his hands were on both sides of your head on the pillow and he leaned in to roughly kiss you. His chest pressed against yours and once again you became one. You were both moaning into the kiss and sometimes you couldn't even close your mouth, overtaken by pleasure.
"Ji, I'm gonna cum, please.
- Do it. Cum around me."
And so you did. Your whole body shook as he still went fast and hard in you, his orgasm coming soon after you. He moaned your name out and you both rode out of your orgasm. Once he pulled out of you and untied your hands, he laid his head on your chest and you played with his hair, trying to get your breath back.
You heard the door open and Minho came in all dressed. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at both of you with soft eyes.
"Let's do this more often," you finally announced, and they both agreed to it before you and Jisung went to the bathroom, Minho waited for you in the living room.
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What If Im Insane?
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀chapter one of More Than You Bargained For •°. *࿐ series masterlist
pairing : Luke Castellan x child of Aphrodite!reader
you remember how you figured out there was something wrong with you and made some genuine friends, or what you thought were genuine friends. You remember why you stopped talking to Luke Castellan.
Warnings: negative talk, neglect, mental health, negative thoughts, NOT PLOT ACCURATE, PRE TLT
aノn — AGAIN NOT A WRITER JUST A CRAZY CRAZY GIRL WITH A HYPERFIXATION. Reposting for the millionth time because im dumb as rocks LOLL
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Luke Castellan and his stupid hovering.
Luke has been following you around camp for months now in a constant attempt to apologize and explain to you. You thought it didn't bother you. The whole not talking for a whole and suddenly hanging out all day together thing. You kept wanting to make excuses for him like, it's not like you were that close, you just went to the same school that doesn't mean anything.
You and Luke went to the same high school. You were both in the same grade, freshmen. You can't say you knew him, that's not true. You were best friends. Keyword: were.
He was always charming people even before he knew he was a demi-god. And so were you. Daughters of Aphrodite always have at least a handful of passionate admirers. None of them stood out, of course, you liked the attention well and good but you decided that when you fell in love you wanted it to be just right.
Not too tall. Not too short. Not short-tempered. Not abrasive. Just right.
He always stood out to you. And now looking back you were pretty sure he thought the same about you.
See, while you never really talked. The odd glances weren't forgettable, almost as if you could sense the other was different. just like you.
He didn't owe you friendship. You knew that but it stung that the one last piece you had of home seemed to forget the first time you both noticed that you and him were one and the same.
You thought you were going crazy. With both ADHD and dyslexia, you thought it was just your luck that you would have yet another thing wrong with your brain. You were convinced that your ugly brain had been mistakenly put into the body of a pretty girl.
The final straw had to be your favorite art teacher turning into something that more closely resembled a bat…no a dragon? You didn't don't know. Turned out that pretending to enjoy your art pieces and treating you like a daughter was just a ploy to get you close enough to bite your head off. But why???
It was all too much. You had about 30 seconds to react before you found a way to defend yourself and she burst into gold flecks of ash.
You splash cold water on your face in the bathroom for about the millionth time. I have got to get on some medication. The realization that you must genuinely be going insane suddenly felt incredibly heavy in your mind. so heavy it felt like your shoulders could no longer hold up your head. Or your body for that matter. Oh god, I have to sit down.
You rush into one of the stalls in the bathroom. And sit on the floor, practically crushing your head between your knees. Come on get it together, you're stronger than this. Nevermind. Large tears start to stream down your face. You make an effort to wipe them away harshly, making your face red and raw in the process. It's no use. You'll end up one of those people that get put away in an institution. You'll never be normal as much as you pretend to be.
Then the door of the bathroom opens. Shit. you cover your mouth in desperation to cover up the sobs that have turned more into hiccups when someone speaks.
“Hello? Is someone in here?”.
You are not sure why you bother to respond, the situation is hardly funny but you make a joke anyway for reasons you can't explain.
“No”.
The person chuckles and stands there for a second. Listening you guess, deciding whether they care or not. Why would they care why the girl in the bathroom is ugly crying on the floor?
“Can I come in?”.
You imagine the only reason you agree is because you miss that. Being understood. You don't acknowledge the thought usually but in this moment of desperation, you're willing to let someone in.
The stupid dirty bathroom stall that is.
You stand up to unlock the stall door not bothering to open the door for your bathroom company. You sit back down on the floor, I know gross but the sitting options are a little limited. Especially with the new addition.
“Hi”.
Why did it have to be him?
“Hi, Luke”.
“Sorry, I know it's kinda weird for me to ask to come into your bathroom stall”.
You laugh a little, continuing to wipe the tears off your face.
“It's okay”.
He smiles at you
“I think I'm going crazy”, you confess honestly.
He hesitates to respond for a second, probably mulling over the idea of calling the school counselor to deal with you instead.
“Me too”, he adds meeting your eyes.
Now that makes your ears perk up.
“What do you mean?”.
“I think we're the same… I mean I'm sorry about the art teacher…I know you liked her”
At that moment it should've been strange that Luke said that you both were the same but what stood out was why he knew you liked the art teacher and how he knew what had happened.
“How do you know that?”.
“I mean I was walking by and looked in the little window on the door y’know? And the room was a mess and I started asking around what happened to her, right? And everyone was pretending like she never even existed, nevermind the fact that she worked here”.
“No not that, how did you know I like- liked her?”, the event is so fresh in your mind, that you forget she is gone now.
“Oh”. He responds sheepishly and his ears turn a shade of red.
“I stay late for sports and when I pass by you're always there I don't know…I just notice you I guess”
“Oh okay”. You are about to leave it there but you suddenly remember when he said that you were the same. What did he mean by that?
“What do mean? Were the same?”.
“I guess I'm not sure myself but I have this friend. Her name is Thalia. I just get this feeling when I'm with her and I get the same feeling with you, I can't describe it”.
Okay, now it just sounds like he can't keep it in his pants. You turn your head to the side avoiding eye contact.
“Not that!! I just! I told you I can't explain it- oh god now I sound like an idiot”, his hand goes up to facepalm himself with a loud smack.
You turn your head back to face him and laugh at the fact that his ears have somehow turned an even deeper shade of red.
“Hey, you stopped crying”, he says as he removes his hand from his face.
“Oh yeah, I didn't even notice”.
You take your hand and wipe at your now dry face.
Luke and You sit there for a good thirty minutes as he explains the odd things that have been happening to him, school, and everything in between.
It was a short conversation but you swear you've never felt so understood before. It was as if he opened the top of your head and read all of your most deep and insecure thoughts. It felt…good.
You thought after that you had finally gained a real friend. A best friend even. And it seemed like you had for about a good couple of days. He introduced you to his friend Thalia and even invited you to eat with them. You felt seen. You had a pretty big friend group but it was always surface level it felt natural to have all the pretty girls sit at lunch together. That's just how things had to be you thought.
But now you can say you had real friends. friends that understood every part of you, even the ugly parts. They were easy to get along with. You had quickly become best friends. Going to each other's houses, and riding your bikes together, your freshman year finally started looking up!
Until one day they weren't at the lunch table as usual. Okay weird? But who knows maybe they caught the same stomach bug, they’ll be here tomorrow.
Maybe a doctor's appointment? A cold? A vacation? A terminal illness?
It had been a month since you had seen either Luke or Thalia. And it hurt. Bad.
The whole experience had brought up some ugly memories.
Your father left you with your grandma when you were just a baby. A stupid irresponsible decision on his part as she could barely take care of you let alone herself. Your dad told you that your mother died in childbirth. That was probably why he hated you. You took her away from him and there was nothing you could do to apologize.
You wouldn't see Luke again until the end of that month. A particular bad monster encounter led you to camp-half blood. A sanctuary recently made for demigods. Demigods like you apparently.
You had been at camp for a couple of days now, not that you could see much of it while you were in the infirmary. A new long scar made its way up the length of your neck. Injuries made from magic were always the hardest to heal an Apollo kid had told you.
You insecurely scratch at the new addition as you are escorted to the Hermes cabin. Where you would be staying till you found your place I guess.
After whoever was escorting you left, you didn't bother to remember his name and even if you had you definitely wouldn't now. Now that you saw him.
Luke Castellan, son of Hermes. Gods what a joke.
It was getting annoying now. When you first arrived at the Hermes cabin you were shocked when your eyes met Luke Castellan. His eyes trailed all over your face trying to figure out if you were a vision created by his brain to trick him. His eyes grew to saucers when he realized you were real. His smile grew when he realized that he was right. You two were the same. Demigods. no longer separated. you got here safe.
As quickly as his smile grazed your face it fell when his eyes made their way down to the new long scar that has crawled up your neck.
You didn't know it then but after Thalia, he was absolutely desperate for a piece of home and some reassurance that someone familiar to him wouldn't be ripped away from him again. So when he saw the new rough scar that ruined your once soft beautiful skin, his heart dropped to his stomach. The new realization hit him like a ton of bricks that yes while you got here safe and sound he almost lost you too.
A heavy sigh racks his lungs as he steps closer to you. Your face fails you when your eyes meet his, forgetting your anger you smile widely at him and launch yourself into his arms for a hug. You fit together like a puzzle and you almost forget everything that you lost to get here. The hug should feel strange and awkward but it doesn't it feels right and safe. You let out a relieved sigh and pry yourself from his arms to get a look at his face.
Luke gently traces the scar on your neck with a look of remorse and sorrow and you can't place why yet. Desperate, the words come out of his mouth like word vomit, he's so excited to see you that he's surprised that it isn't actual vomit.
“You're here it's really you! You're here and you're safe. What happened? Oh, look at your neck. What did this? Who did this?”
You shake your head vigorously in hopes the faster you shake your head the faster the worry will leave his trembling voice.
“I'm fine I’m fine”.
Still tracing the new addition to your skin he says shamefully, “Doesn't look like it”.
You take his hand off your throat and hold it by his side in your hand.
Suddenly you remember your second best friend, Thalia. you start looking around the Hermes cabin excitedly, anticipating your second reunion, but it never comes.
Again your eyes reach the Hermes boy searching wordlessly for an explanation “Thalia?” you say simply.
His head hangs low avoiding eye contact almost anticipating this question from your lips.
His reaction makes you sick to your stomach. “Luke? Where is she?”.
He raises his head finally meets your eyes and simply shakes his head. His lips are unable to utter the words in some kind of refusal to admit the truth.
The betrayal of losing Thalia is added to the long list of other betrails the gods have bestowed upon you. The sudden gain and loss of a friend strikes you deep in your gut.
Realizing this you take a big step away from Luke's arms. His blood runs cold.
“You left,” you say slowly and calmly.
Remembering the love and understanding that he had stolen from you just a month before. Being the son of the god of thieves suits him.
“Wait you have to understand-” he attempts to defend himself before you cut him off.
“You left me! You took Thaila with you and you both just left? Knowing we were the same you left me?”.
You're not able to hide the pain and sorrow in your voice and you cant bother to care. You deserve to feel abandoned. Because that's what happened, you were abandoned. Again.
“You don't understand- it wasn't a planned-out thing! Things got too much- we left in the middle of the night! We found Annabeth! We couldn't go back for you- i- im-”.
His attempts to explain come out unfinished and choppy leading them to sound like nothing more than excuses. Curse his stupid mouth. His mind is running a million miles an hour trying to figure out what to say, anything to stop you from coming to your own terrible conclusions. Of course that doesn't go to plan either.
“Save it Castellan”. It took all your strength to turn and walk away from him, if you were any weaker you're sure your legs would've failed you and you would've fallen to your knees right there.
…
Ever since your sour reunion with Luke, he hasn't strayed too far from your side following you like he was a dog and you were his man. Every word uttered from his mouth was another attempt to change your mind about his betrail. Thats what it was in the end though, a betrayal.
It was fine you decided. You didn't need him. You didn't need anyone. If people wanted to abandon you that was just fine, you would just leave them before they left you.
So every day and at every moment he spent either trying to explain to you or trying to coax you with sweet words and gifts. From lunch, to even the bathrooms Luke would give you bits and pieces of the story to try to change your mind. Doing everything in his power to convince you that he did not betray you but that it was all just a big misunderstanding.
But all you were hearing were excuses and lies.
It was late at night and you were getting ready for bed in the camp bathroom, brushing your teeth angrily and staring at yourself in the mirror. It has been a long day of your loyal dog nipping at your heels. At least you could find peace in the bathroom.
“Can you please just talk to me?”.
Nevermind.
You were committed to the silent treatment but even you had your limits, and besides his persistent attempts to gain your favor back were kind of endearing. If you could even call it that.
“What is there to talk about?”. You say simply spitting into the sink. The water washes away your toothpaste that has been stained red.
He responds baffled and exasperated, “What do you mean what is there to talk about?”.
You look at him in the mirror and quirked up your brow, if you were going to accept his apology you weren't going to make it easy for him.
He rolls his eyes, it's obvious you know exactly what he's talking about but he explains anyway. It's been months of him following you around like a lost puppy maybe you really did forget.
“Us, me, you? Ring any bells?”.
You finally turn to face him with an unimpressed look on your face.
“Please…say anything, scream, yell, hit me I just- I can't take the silence anymore”. Luke sounds desperate now. You've failed to realize how much this is actually affecting him. His last bit of home wants nothing to do with him.
His plee gets the better of you. The desperation in his voice a tone you know all too well. A tone that you recognize from your own, just a child begging her father for forgiveness and attention for a crime she did not commit.
“Can I be honest with you?”.
“Always”. He states simply. As if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Great come on”. You grab your small of toiletries and his hand and lead him out of the bathroom and into the woods.
“It's late you know, the harpies will be out soon”.
“What are you scared Castellan? I never took you for the rule follower type”, you smirk at him.
Now you were just trying to get under his skin.
He missed this playful tone in your voice, he’ll do anything if it means it'll stick around. So he plays along.
“Me a rule follower? Never”.
You reach a small clearing in the forest and settle yourself onto a log, patting the place next to you and inviting him a seat.
He takes it leaning in, it's been too long not hearing your voice. So he hangs on to every word you offer him scared that it’ll be the last time he hears them.
“Perfect so I imagine you won't go around spreading my dirty laundry”, You smile mischievously at him. Now you're just stalling and he knows it.
“Spill it”. Now it's his turn to spread the sass.
“Fine fine, but you have to promise to not interrupt. I'm really opening up here”.
He takes your hand in his and nods in reassurance. A wordless response that seems to say “Go on I'm listening”.
You take a deep breath, thankful for the pressure of his hand in your own. It helps stop your hand from shaking.
“I'll be honest and say I think you're an asshole for leaving me behind”.
His mouth opens with something to say but you place your finger over his lips to stop any words from spilling out. You know what he's going to say anyway. He's said it about a million times already.
“I know I know you're sorry, it's okay I believe you”. You take your finger off his lips and look away.
“Being here has just been hard you know, its a lot to process”.
You’d turn your head to look at him, but you can already see his intense and understanding stare in the corner of your eye and you don't know if you could look at him without breaking down. So instead you continue.
“He abandoned me you know… my dad. When I got a little older I would call and text him, begging him to come back for me…to love me”.
You look up at the stars now. The stars are so bright tonight, it must be your mothers…whoever she was…idea of an apology.
“I never knew why he left me, I assumed it was because he couldn't afford to take care of me.
It was just all because he said I looked too much like my mother”. Your face grows hot a red. You've never admitted this to anyone.
“Right before I came to camp. My grandma-she-”. Much like Luke, the words get stuck in your throat, scared that saying that your grandpa had passed would make the fact you were completely alone true.
“I was in the foster system for a little bit”. You stiffen and straighten your back, doing your best to regain your composure.
“They couldn't keep me for long though, I ran away before they could stick me with some random family. So it was just me alone for a while. That's when some monster attacked me and gave me this sick souvenir”.
You attempt to lighten the mood and point to the scar on your neck.
But the weight of your words are heavy and the way Luke stays silent makes it obvious that the joke didn't exactly land.
“So when me and Thalia left…”. Luke trails off connecting the dots, imagining all the horrible things you must have felt.
“Gods, I'm such an idiot”. His head falls into his hands. His shoulders were not able to hold up his head anymore as now they were holding pounds of guilt on them.
“You didn't know, no one does”. You pat him on the back.
“I’ll be honest I needed to think about things anyway, you know finding out that my mom isn't dead…but also some random goddess. It's a lot to think about, I don't think I would've been good company anyway”.
You smirk at him when he finally looks back up at you. Unfallen tears clear in his eyes.
“I am so sorry”. His voice cracks a little.
“I know you are”. You smile sadly at him.
You clear your throat, “Well let's head to bed, I wouldn't want the harpies to eat us after such a heartfelt conversation”.
You pick yourself up from your makeshift seat on the log and wipe the invisible dirt off your shorts.
You offer a hand to him. A symbol of forgiveness. A silent promise to stick to the other side. No more abandoning. No matter the circumstances. He didn't know how wrong he would be.
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snowflakes sparks fly au
✭ — summary: sofia's finally admits her feelings for rutger
✭ — warnings: angst
✭ — a/n: …sorry lol. also i don’t know if i like this soz
✭ — word count: 0.85k
Sofia was struck with nerves, sitting at the café table. Her knee was bouncing and she felt her palms slick with sweat. She honestly couldn't believe she was doing this.
Based on Rutgers text, Sofia had about 3 minutes to perfect her speech. Maybe she should steer away from a speech. More of a declaration. Of feelings.
Sofia wasn't entirely sure where this burst of confidence came from. Over the past few weeks, she'd worked up the nerve to tell Rutger about her feelings. He had agreed to meet for coffee, under the guise that Sofia wanted to bounce some ideas off him for their upcoming final essay. In actuality, Sofia was going to tell Rutger how she truly felt about him. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to practically ambush him, but Sofia didn't know how else to do it.
His latest behaviour, with Rutger constantly cancelling and barely talking to her in class, was maybe a sign she shouldn’t do this. Because what if he doesn’t like her back? What if Sofia ruins a friendship that she felt so comfortable in?
These thoughts are immediately gone from her mind as she spots him walking on the sidewalk, approaching the cafe doors. He sits down, his brown hair covered in little snowflakes, slowly melting from the warmth of the café. The sight of him brings a sense of ease.
The new season entering Ann Arbor brought joy to Sofia. She loves the winter season, seeing the snow-coated ground and the surrounding houses beginning to be decorated with lights for the approaching holiday.
"Hey." He smiles.
"Hi." Sofia replies softly.
It's silent for a few moments as Sofia simply looks at the boy across from her. His cheeks were tinged with a light pink hue from the bite of the wind.
"So you wanted to go over the essay?' Rutger probes.
"Oh, uh, I lied." Sofia says. Her heartbeat picks up as she realizes what she is about to say. Rutgers brows furrow as leans on the table in front of him. "I asked you here because I kind of wanted to talk to you about something."
Rutger stays silent allowing Sofia to continue. Any previous plan or words Sofia had thought of went out the window. Her mind was blank with any way to ease into her confession. It was out of her mouth before she knew it.
"I like you." Sofia says.
The words hang in the air as both Sofia and Rutger process what was just said.
Rutgers' thoughts were going a million miles a minute. While Rutger was over the moon that the girl he'd been infatuated with did return his feelings, the fact that she was Luca and Adam's sister was weighing on him. If Rutger and Sofia were to ever date and God forbid something happened and Sofia was left heartbroken, the two Fantilli brothers would never forgive him. He would lose three people he cared about in one fell swoop.
“I like you as…as in more than a friend. I would say I have a crush on you but that feels a little juvenile and I don’t want it to come across as just that I think you’re cute, and don’t get me wrong I do think you’re cute cause, like, wow you are, but I also just really like being around you and—”
Sofia is suddenly very aware of the fact that she has been rambling and shuts her mouth promptly. “I’m sorry, I should let you speak.”
“Sofia…we can’t have feelings for each other.”
Sofia’s caught off guard by his response. “I…I’m sorry?”
“I mean…Sofia come on.” Rutger says. “You’re Adam and Luca’s sister.”
Sofia furrows her brows. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Well, it would be weird if I dated their sister. I mean I’m best friends with them, they’re practically my brothers.”
“What, it feels like I’m a sister to you?” Sofia asked.
“I guess so.” Rutger says.
Sofia can’t help but let her jaw go slack at his answer. Sofia knew that it would maybe be a bit weird for her to date her brother's friend, but not a complete deal breaker. Sofia nods, suddenly feeling stupid and embarrassed. She was so sure he liked her back.
“I’m going to go.” Sofia says, standing up, the chair scraping against the floor. The tears she knew were inevitable began to brim in her eyes.
“Sofia… Rutger says, reaching for her but she’s just too far.
“No, it’s okay.” She says, wiping away a tear immediately as it escapes. “Good luck at your game tomorrow.”
Sofia leaves, stepping out into the falling snow, flakes delicately landing in her hair and melting on contact. Despite the freezing temperature outside, her body felt like it was on fire. Sweating under her jacket, she walked down the sidewalk at a rapid pace, just wanting to be in her dorm.
Rutgers' response to Sofia confessing her feelings was much more than just rejection. He made her feel small, like a little girl.
She finally reaches her building, collapsing into sobs when she was safely alone inside her dorm. Sofia couldn’t help but feel utterly stupid, having embarrassed herself completely. Crawling under her covers she allowed her emotions to overflow, crying into exhaustion as she replayed the scene in the coffee shop.
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What Could’ve Been Us- Jude Bellingham x Reader x Pedri
Synopsis: Jude was the right person, wrong timing.
Pairs: Ex-boyfriend Jude x fem! Reader
Genre: Short break up story.
You stare at your old bedroom, smiling as memories flood in rapidly. The wallpaper was still the same, filled with posters of past celebrity crushes and wall decorations that would be seen as cringe now. Your parents insisted on keeping your bedroom the same when you moved away in the hope that you’ll move back one day. And now here you are, three years later.
You put your suitcase down as you take the room in from a different angle. Your desk looked like it had just been cleaned, but the pictures of your friends and family hanging near it seemed like it hadn’t been touched for years. You smile when you see the group picture from graduation; what appeared to be the best day of your life was also the worst. It has been three years since graduation and three years since your breakup with Jude. It was a tough breakup, and both of you took it differently. What seemed to have been a perfect relationship ended when Jude said he’d be signing with Dortmund. You were shocked, to say the least, because it was news to you, but it seemed like he had known about it for months yet kept you in the dark. Jude’s reason was that he didn’t want you to drop your dream for him, but how could he say that? You were his biggest supporter, and you would’ve followed him till the end, but instead, he left you behind.
Initially, you guys stayed in contact for a couple of months, but there was a constant argument about him not calling you or being caught up in dating rumors with different girls. The breakup was finalized when you visited him. You both realized that even after seeing one another, there was no fixing what was already ruined. After the split, you fell into depression and barely came out of your room, but never once did he contact you. Words got around that Jude left you, and in a matter of time, people in the town felt sorry for you. They came up with crazy scenarios, but no one knew the truth about the breakup. It was hard to get over someone when they were always on your newsfeed, and people constantly sent you news about him and how he was at a party full of models and celebrities. You knew you needed a fresh start, so you applied for college in a different country and left your life behind.
It was no surprise that your parents still have old photos of Jude on your bookshelf, they always loved him, and everyone loved him, but that was still not enough for him to take you. It has been three years now, and you were finally starting to let go of your feelings toward him, but you would be lying if you said he doesn’t have a place in your heart because he does. Jude was your first everything, and you were the couple everyone thought would be endgame, but both of you were young, freshly out of high school, with different dreams. But he still holds a place in your heart, and you have kept up with his career, which had skyrocketed over the years, and you were still his biggest supporter.
Your parents were aware of why you were back, and they were supportive and happy that you’re finally giving your hometown another chance. England was having a friendly match with another team, and it was all your family and friends had been talking about. At first, you were contemplating whether to go or not, but your friends from college had convinced you to go, and also you had your reasons for going. Jude will be there, and it’ll be the first time you see him in person since the breakup, and although the media doesn’t know, people from the past will surely remember the two high school lovers.
Covering the jersey you’re wearing underneath, you zip up your jacket and follow your parents and friends toward the stadium. They all smile at you as you hesitantly look around for familiar faces. You recognized a group of girls you went to school with, wearing the number 22; you quickly averted your eyes and sat between your mom and your best friend. Another friend of yours came along, but she was from Spain, the team England will compete with. She is also your college roommate and one of the few who knew of your tragic breakup with Jude. “You feeling ok?” Your best friend whispered as she glared at someone behind you. You don’t have to look back to know they’re probably former classmates. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you smiled, causing your friend to nod. She had been friends with you since intermediate school and met her boyfriend through Jude. Fortunately for them, they went to college together and are now engaged. “Don’t worry; he’s going to regret leaving you,” she said, causing you to chuckle. She doesn’t know that you hope Jude has no regrets because leaving was his best decision.
“Why do you look like someone sucked your soul out?” Trent asked his teammate, whose face went pale. Jude just stared at him, not knowing how to explain this. If he were to tell Trent that he was having a panic attack because his ex-girlfriend was in the crowd, he’d be the sore loser of the team. No one on the team besides Trent knows about Y/N. The only information they have about his love life was he’s into girls; the rest is left up to their imagination. “Hellooooo, Jude!!” Trent says, waving his hand in front of his face. Jude frowns and shakes his head; he can’t believe he’s getting all scare because his first love was in the crowd. He had never been afraid of facing a challenge, and this particular one he had been looking forward to for years, yet he was nervous.
When his mother told him you were in town, Jude nearly ran to your house, but he chickened out. You guys haven’t been in contact for three years, and the last time you talked, you both were arguing and calling each other meaningless names. Looking back, it was his fault, and he regretted it. You were the love of his life, yet he didn’t trust that you’ll follow him to Germany, so he broke up with you thinking he was doing the both of you a favor. Jude was young to understand his wrongdoings, so instead of asking for forgiveness, he left you behind, but he hadn’t stopped thinking about the pain in your eyes.
“Is it because I sent a stripper to your room the other night?” Trent asked, looking embarrassed. Jude glared at him, causing the older man to nervously back away. “Damn, then tell me what’s going on,” Trent says. Jude looks around the empty bathroom and sighs. He leans his head back on the wall and closes his eyes, only to see the image of you crying. “Y/N is here,” he mumbles. Trent’s eyes widened, and he awkwardly scratched the nonexistent itch on his neck. He was aware of who you were and your past relationship with Jude. It was the first time he had seen Jude cry, and it was by accident. He remembered celebrating his birthday, and Jude got drunk and made out with a girl. The kiss didn’t go too far because Jude pushed the girl away and left to cry outside. That was the first time he had seen the young player so devastated and hopeless. “You think you’ll talk to her after the game?” Trent asked while staring at Jude’s anxious form. “If she’s willing to talk to me,” Jude says. Trent pats Jude’s shoulder and gives it a slight squeeze, “you’ve got to show her that leaving her was for the best; I’m sure she understands.”
Jude can feel Trent’s eyes on him when they enter the field. Spain's team was already lined up and waving at their fans. He recognizes the famous duo from Spain as they greet their fans. Jude glares at number 26 because even though his presence isn’t as noticeable as number 9, he is still a skilled player and a threat. “Stop staring at them,” Marcus whispers, causing Jude to face forward. He gulps as he looks around, there are numerous people, and he spots his family in the front but hasn’t spotted yours. Jude was hoping your family would sit with his family, but he knew how awkward that would be for you. “Let’s make sure we win this so you can brag to your girl,” Trent said as they jogged on the field to their position. “Trust me, I plan to do more than just win today,” Jude says confidently.
Your eyes focus on him as he passes the ball to Harry Kane, who immediately goes for a goal. The crowd erupted, and you clapped along with the England fans. Your Spain roommate grumbles something under her breath as she pretends to clap too. You’re sure this was awkward for her since she came here to support her friends but ended up sitting with the fans of the opposite team. “I swear they’ll kill me if they see me on this side,” she mumbled as she fixed her mask. You chuckled, and your eyes wandered to the Spain team. A couple of them looked worn out, and Gavi seemed as angry as ever while Pedri tried to cool him down. You laughed at the adorable duo and glanced back at the England team. Jude looked happy as one of the guys you recognized as Trent Alexander Arnold lifted him as the other players circled them. For some reason, you weren’t as emotional as you thought you’d be, but instead, it feels comforting to know that Jude is doing something he loves and is happy. “Huh, he isn’t as hot as Pedri,” your Spanish friend shrugged. “Excuse me; us Englanders find him extremely attractive,” your best friend defended. Your roommate makes a dramatic vomiting face and rolls her eyes at Jude. She isn’t a fan of him, but you’ve tried to convince her that he’s a good person despite the breakup.
“What would you do if he came up and talked to you?” Your friend asked. You rest your chin on your hand and follow Jude’s form. He was going one-on-one with Pedri, and they were fighting to take the ball from one another; Jude was dominating him, but Pedri ended up kicking the ball out, and they both glared at one another. Gavi ran up to Pedri while Trent ran to Jude; they all looked like they are about to fight. “This just got interesting,” your friend muttered as she prepared to film the scene. Your parents were frozen beside you, pretending they weren’t curious about your reaction. “This isn’t good; Gavi and Trent have bad tempers,” your best friend mumbles. You sighed as you patiently waited for the players to jump on one another. Jude was having a stare-down with Pedri while Gavi and Trent were being held back by their teammates. The referee was running towards them as he blew his whistle. “What kind of friendly match is this?” Someone shouted behind you. “Right! This is more rigged than the World Cup!” Another yelled. You chuckled and slightly shook your head; you stared at Jude as he got dragged away by Harry Kane and Marcus Rashford. The two older men whispered into his ears as he frustratedly walked away. Remembering what your friend asked you, you thought of what you would say if Jude approached you. Would you freak out and run away, or would you cry in front of him? You really don’t know.
“Jude! Where are you going!” Marcus shouted from behind. Without looking back, Jude shouted, “to beg for forgiveness!”
He was anxious but happy at the same time. England had just won a friendly match against Spain, and he also saw you clapping at his winning goal. You were still as beautiful as ever and looked happy for him. When you were apart, he checked up on your social media several times, but you went private after a while, and his brother had been updating him on your life. Jude was happy you went to an elite school and had also started an internship. It made him feel less guilty to know that you had pursued your dreams without him; like he did when he left you behind.
"Hey! Watch where you are going!" someone yelled as he entered the VIP area. His brother had texted him that your family was meeting up with his parents at the VIP lounge, and he was excited to see everyone. Your family and his had always gotten along; despite the breakup, his parents and yours remain close friends. Jude looks around the area, and there are several people he recognizes. Football players and their families, hugging and taking photos. Jude shovels around the crowd and end up at the end of the room, where there are fewer people; he was about to call his brother when he saw you walk out of a private room. You were typing on your phone with a huge smile, and he nearly tripped at how beautiful you looked. You were still the best friend he had since middle school and the girl he fell in love with freshman year. Jude smiles as he walks over to you. "Y/N," he says. Your eyes immediately look up from the screen, and you are stunned to see the person in front of you. On any occasion, you would probably jump and scream at the sight of a famous soccer player, but this was your ex-boyfriend and the guy who caused you to leave England three years ago. "Jude," you sigh, causing him to smile.
"How have you been?" he asked. You awkwardly shift in your seat as you try not to think about how handsome he has gotten. Jude had always been good-looking, but the man before you was far from the boy you knew years ago. Jude had gotten taller and more muscular; it was obvious that the training had shifted his body into a man. "Good; what about you?" you asked. Jude looks down at the cup in his hand and back up at you. "My life has been busy," he said. "But I am good." You nod and look down from the balcony. Jude had taken you to the back of the building with a balcony far from the public's eye. As a celebrity, he didn't seem to care for the paparazzi if he willingly sat with you outside. Looking back, it was foolish that you guys fought over fake dating rumors just because Jude was in the same place as the person. "I heard you went to school in Spain," Jude says, "how is it?" You smiled, and for the next thirty minutes, you told Jude about your life in Spain and how you fell in love with the place. Jude told you about Dortmund, his teammates, and all the celebrities he had met. You both talked like nothing had ever happened and were still the same people from middle school. "Are you moving back here?" Jude asked. It was a question everyone kept asking since you'll be graduating soon, but they must also be aware that you are starting an internship soon, but they just don't know where.
"I'm not sure yet, Jude," you said, "my family lives in England, but I also built a life in Spain." Jude didn't say anything; instead, he reached for your hand on the table. "I miss you, Y/N," he sighs while rubbing your knuckles. "I'm sorry for leaving you behind; I just thought you wouldn't be able to find your dream in Dortmund." You look at his hand on yours and then back into his eyes. If only he knew that he was your dream, you would've made it work wherever he was. "We were young, Jude. And you wouldn't be here if you didn't leave me behind, and I wouldn't be here either. In the end, things worked out for the best." Jude smiled and felt a breeze run through him as he remembered your time together.
You were always by his side since middle school, cheering him, and even when he was a jerk sometimes, you were still encouraging him to pursue his dreams. Jude rubs his thumbs on your hand and is about to speak when your phone rings. You pull your hands away from his and reach into your pocket to answer the call. Jude felt emptiness as he glared at his hand on the table. “I’m in the back, yes,” you say while glancing at Jude. Jude smiles and patiently waits for you to finish your call. “Oh, you’re too?” You immediately stand up from your chair and look at the entrance to the balcony. Jude examines your jacket, and he notices the collar of the t-shirt underneaths it. Instead of black, he sees the color blue, and his heart immediately stops.
Jude looks at your face, and you have the most beautiful smile while talking on the phone. He was so focused on seeing you again and asking for a second chance that he completely forgot that you’ve mentioned building a life in Spain, which also meant meeting new people. Jude fidgets with his hands as he looks up at your face and sees your eyes widen. His eyes follows yours and just as he fears, one of his rival is standing at the door, with a phone on his ear and a huge grin on his face. “Pedri!” You exclaimed before running towards the man. Jude stay in his seat as he watches you embrace the Spain player. Although Pedri had just lost, he still seemed happy and kisses the top of your head as you nuzzle your face in his chest. Jude had never been intimidated by anyone before but at this moment, so many emotions were going through his head. “I miss you baby,” he heard the Spanish player says. You giggle and that was slap in his face that you completely forgotten that he was here.
Jude stands up and clears his throat, seeing your shoulders jump. You relieve yourself from Pedri’s embrace and turn to Jude. You grab your boyfriend’s hand and guide him to Jude, who is just staring at you. “Bellingham,” Pedri said and held out his hand. Jude shakes it firmly before he glances at your intertwined fingers. “We were catching up,” you explained to Pedri, who didn’t seem slightly phased. “I heard a lot about you,” Pedri says warmly. “She has mad respect for you.” Jude nods and stares at your blushed cheek as Pedri grins at you. “I want to thank your team for the game. It was a good one,” Pedri says, and Jude can see the generosity in him. The young player was always compared to Jude, and the internet has put them against one another several times. But Jude has never entertained them, and it seems the Spanish player doesn’t care either. He wonders what you’ve told Pedri to make the stranger feel comfortable. “Your mother was looking for you,” Pedri says, causing Jude to clench his jaw. How long have you been with Pedri? The internet never mentioned anything about a girlfriend, so he wonders how secretive were the two of you. “Oh, I have to speak to Jude first,” you said and finally turned your attention back to him. Pedri nods and kisses your forehead. “I’ll wait for you in the family lounge.” He then turns to Jude and nods his head before exiting the room.
“How long?” Was the first thing Jude asked after your boyfriend exited the room. It was no surprise Pedri left you with Jude; he knew the whole truth and knew you needed this. Your boyfriend trusted you, and he had no issues leaving you with an ex. “Almost seven months,” you said. Jude nods and hesitantly reaches for your hands. He takes in your feature and recognizes the girl that he fell in love with. “I missed you so much. I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for leaving you love.” You sighed and smiled warmly at him. “Jude, we were kids back then. You did what you had to, and it worked out for the best. I wouldn’t have asked for it any other way.” Jude caresses your hand and kisses your palm. “I left because I was scared you wouldn’t follow me. After the breakup, I realized I let my insecurities get in the way of us. If I could relive my life, I would.” You smile, and at that moment, you guys stare at one another, reliving high school memories.
“How did the talk go?” Pedri asked after you entered his car. You guys have just finished taking photos with family members, and your roommate went off with Gavi while your parents and best friend left in a separate car. “It was fine. We were catching up,” you shrugged. Pedri smiled and kissed your palm before driving off. “I can’t wait to see all your childhood hotspots,” he says while looking around the neighborhood. Your boyfriend decided to stay for a while to spend time with your family. It was a good decision for both of you because you needed more time to see your childhood friends and family. With a clear mind and a happy heart, you intertwined your fingers with Pedri and drove to your parents' house.
Jude looks around the old stadium as he remembers his first time scoring for his school. He then stared at where you usually sat and cheered him on. He smiles, but the heaviness in his heart causes tears to roll down. After seeing you, he realizes how much love he still has for you and will probably have forever. If he could turn back time, he would’ve done everything differently and asked you to follow him. If you weren’t already happy with Pedri, he would’ve got on his knees and begged for forgiveness. But you are happy, and that is all that matters to him. Jude wipes the tears from his eyes and smiles to himself; if you’re happy, so be it. He then turns to the gate entrance to see his brother and Trent talking before they wave at him. He smiles at them and jogs toward them.
Part 2? Should reader end up with Jude or Pedri?
Part II: What Should've Been Us
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Little Touches
Summary: Just a few moments where Spencer learns how much he loves touches
could you do one where BAU! Reader and Spencer are dating, and they know each other like the backs of their own hands, so whenever he gets either anxious, overwhelmed, or is just having a bad time on a case, she knows exactly how to calm him?
spencer getting into a relationship where the other person is aware of how much he doesn’t like physical touch but he doesn’t know how to tell them that he wants to be touched, so slowly, over time, he sneaks little touches and kisses (maybe even some PDA?!)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (fluff)
Content Warning: Spencer gets a couple of minor injuries
Word Count: 2.6k
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Spencer had never understood touches. Scientifically, he understood why people needed to feel physical, but he didn’t have enough experiences to be agreeing that it helped him personally. He felt okay getting enough oxytocin from spending time with his friends and getting hugs from Henry.
Things were different with Y/n. From the first time he kissed her, he knew things weren’t going to stay the way they were.
Y/n was cautious going into it, concerned he’d find her level of physical affection alarming when she’d only seen him hug four people since the start of her time at the BAU.
The very first day after they got together, they were called in for a case early in the morning. Spencer was there only second to Hotch, and he'd already made two coffees when Y/n walked in.
"Here." He offered her designated mug out to her with a sheepish smile. Her coffee order had been memorized in his head since she joined the team, but he didn't have a reason to make it until now.
It was odd to see him at work when she'd just been on the phone with him the night before for two hours. Even though she'd had a crush on him for months while working alongside him, something felt different.
"You made me a coffee?" She asked once she took it, eyes darting around the quiet office.
There was a spoken agreement that they wouldn't tell the rest of the team for a while because it was so new, and things were much less messy when no one else knew.
Spencer nodded, his cheeks reddening as he looked down at the liquid in his mug. "It's my job now." He asserted before his voice got quieter. "As your boyfriend."
"Well then, I'll see you in there, boyfriend." Y/n teased a little, adoring the way the official title rolled off her tongue. Testing the boundary, she reached out to touch his forearm, letting her hand linger there for a moment before she turned off to walk up the stairs. It left that tingling feeling inside of Spencer that he didn't know was possible because of something physical rather than emotional.
~
They fell in love with the physical connection they got to have when they weren't masquerading as colleagues as quickly as they fell in love with each other. The early morning walks to the coffee shop before work where they could walk hand in hand and sit close to each other. The dates to the movie theater where they could sit right next to each other and Y/n could rest her head on his shoulder.
All the cases had made it difficult for them to find any time to spend together. It was something they knew would happen, but even a month in and it was hard to hang out.
So, when Spencer invited her to a French film festival, she agreed despite not being able to speak French. It was a drive-in theatre so Y/n drove so they could sit in the back of her car.
Because Spencer had to give her a whisper translated, they sat close together, but they both wanted to be just a little bit closer. His voice had been right in her ear all night, and she was ready to do something about it.
When she shifted away from him, he was worried that he'd gone too far by holding her hand. "What's wrong?" He asked, turning away from the movie to look at her.
"Nothing, but can you sit against there?" She asked, gesturing to the side of the car.
Spencer obliged her request, shuffling over so his back rested against the side instead of the back of the seats. She moved closer to him, crawling between his legs when they spread on instinct.
When she finally settled, it was with her head on his chest, her body between his legs, and her arms wrapped around him. Spencer immediately relaxed, holding her tighter to him and stroking her back. He could feel the instant effect that all those positive studies had detailed, and he wondered why he missed out on this, on her, for so long.
"Is this alright?" She checked, head tilting up to meet his fond gaze.
It was so much more than alright to him, feeling her weight on top of him like it was an anchor. "Yeah, this is really good."
~
Touches only became a more common part of their lives as their relationship progressed. Cuddling on the couch was much more prominent whenever they had a free evening. Outside of work, his hands were always on her. She knew it was only a matter of time before they weren't able to keep their 3-month long relationship a secret.
But Sunday mornings were not a time for that concern. Sunday mornings were a time for sleeping late and one trying to kick the other out of bed to make breakfast.
Y/n volunteered that morning since he had the last 2 times. Once she brought him coffee in bed, she got started on some pancakes. But before she could even start cooking them, two surprisingly thick, tanned forearms wrapped their way around her waist. The veins looked delicious and he struggled to not His scent engulfed her, heavy cologne in the air.
"What's this?" She asked, no longer focused on what she was doing as she tilted her head up to look into his beautiful brown eyes. The touches of gold flickered in the late morning sunshine.
"Missed you," Spencer claimed, eyes fixed on admiring the color in hers. Gently, he rocked them side to side when she turned back around to focus on breakfast, keeping his head tucked tightly into her neck.
Y/n giggled lightly, her face breaking out in a grin. "Been away from you for, like, five minutes." She reminded him but he was hardly paying attention as he peppered kisses on her cheeks.
Before she could keep cooking, Spencer spun her around and sat her up on the counter so he could stand in between her knees, keeping his face only inches away from hers.
"So? Every minute I don't get to see your face is terrible." He told her dramatically.
"What do you do when you're sleeping then?" She asked, trying to find a question to trick him.
But alas, her genius boyfriend couldn't be tricked, and his romantic wooing only came out more intense. "Not a problem because I dream about you."
"Stop" She squealed, hitting him on the shoulder. "You're the absolute sappiest."
"Never going to stop." He promised her, clearly meaning something more serious than a casual retort.
The way he looked with the sun streaming through the big windows in his apartment was criminal. So insanely attractive it was unfair. Like he was made to stand in the sun with his cheekbones pronounced and his eyes a shade lighter.
"I love you." He said, beating her to it.
"I love you." She smiled back, leaning forward an extra inch to rest her forehead against and letting her eyelids flutter closed. Spencer did the same thing, breathing in and out calmly and in sync with her.
There was something so grounding about it, being so close to someone you love with your whole heart, and it took away so much of the stress they had placed on them due to their jobs. She could feel his breath against her skin with every exhale, warm and comforting.
They only pulled away when Spencer's stomach rumbled, making her giggle. "So, pancakes?" He asked, eyes flicking to the bowl.
"Your favorite." She answered. "But I'm just going to sit here looking pretty while you cook them."
He chuckled, eyes drifting down to her figure covered by just one of his shirts and a pair of panties. It was his favorite sight in the world. "You absolutely need to just sit there and look pretty." He assured her.
Happily, she agreed, letting him cook before eventually sitting next to him at the kitchen island to eat, which always led to Spencer spinning the barstool she was sitting on with his foot playfully and unexpectedly. They spent all morning there, talking, reading the newspaper, and getting impossibly closer.
Then the phone rang, and, separately, they were being invited to dinner at Rossi's.
"Always look pretty in that dress," Spencer told her later that evening as they changed. Even if they had to go separately and pretend they weren't a couple there, they were going to spend the whole day together.
Y/n spun around from where she was critiquing herself in the mirror, taking in her incredibly beautiful boyfriend in his dark blue suit. "Thank you." She replied, stepping closer to kiss his cheek. Her lipstick left a bright pink mark on his cheek.
"Lovely, I can't go like this." He joked, reaching across the counter for a makeup wipe.
Sitting up on the countertop, she looked at his skillful fingers as they wiped off the mark. "I like marking you up, though." She countered, earning an immediate blush on his cheeks.
He stopped what he was doing, turning his head to look at her. "Do you mean that as something different?" He asked, trying to stop himself from reading into what felt like a lighthearted comment.
Y/n had only meant it jokingly, not about revealing their whole life, but his question made her think harder about it. "Yeah... yes, I do." She stated a bit more firmly. "I want everyone to know."
"Not as much as I want everyone to know." He stated, stepping closer to her where he could place his hands on the counter on either side of her body. "Tonight?" He asked, dropping his head down, so they were face to face, just inches apart.
"Tonight," Y/n confirmed, leaning forward to kiss him. She ran her finger along his lipstick-covered bottom lip. "Oh, yeah, they'll know now definitely."
He grinned while blushing, moving out of her way so she could hop down. "Let's go then." He grabbed her hand as soon as he could, leading her through the house to the car.
His hand stayed on her thigh the whole drive to Rossi's, reassuring her that everything would be okay because she was nervous even if she wasn't showing it.
When he parked the car, and she realized everyone else was there, her concerns about what they would think doubled. "We'll be alright." He assured her, placing a kiss on her cheek before dragging her out of the car.
"So we're just going to knock on the door and do this?" She asked, tightening her grip on his hand.
"Sure." Spencer agreed, surprisingly more calm than she thought he would be. He knocked when she couldn't, eyes darting to her while they waited for someone to come open it.
Penelope was there first, and her squeal quickly brought everyone else to the foyer, earning Y/n and Spencer a round of hugs and congratulations from everyone. There was nothing but excitement from all of their friends. Spencer's knee rested against hers for the whole dinner, and the smiles that were plastered on both of their faces only grew each time they looked at each other.
~
Round table meetings had always had a seating plan, even if it wasn't official, and Y/n's designated spot was right next to her boyfriend. But it was difficult for her to be so close to him without touching him, so they settled for something smaller.
They'd fallen into a routine of touches, and that morning wasn't any different. After he walked in with her coffee, he sat next to her, and when the case presentation started, his pinky finger came to rest against hers, touching her just enough that she could deal with everything she was about to hear.
The case wasn't any worse than usual, but Y/n could tell Spencer had a bad feeling about it, just from how he was a little more flustered than usual.
His stressing didn't stop at the precinct in Miami, and he was struggling to make the proper connections as he looked at the board.
"Here." Y/n handed him a cup of coffee when she walked in, failing to tell him it was decaf. Hotch and Morgan were watching the interaction from the table where they were going over some of the suspect files.
"Thanks," Spencer said, taking it from her.
While they looked at the board, she reached down to wrap her fingers around his wrist, touching her fingers to his pulse point. It was fast, far too quick. "You've gotta breathe, baby." She whispered quiet enough that no one could hear. "Your big brain can't work if you're so tense."
He understood by the nod he gave her, looking at her just for a moment before going back to the board with much more relaxed shoulders.
Two minutes later, he was rushing out of the room, throwing some instructions to Y/n and Hotch and taking Morgan with him. "How do you do that?" Hotch asked as she sat down across from him.
"What?" She asked, looking up at him, a little nervously like she was about to get in trouble.
"I've worked with him for 7 years, and I've never seen him relax as quickly as he does whenever you do that thing that you do." He explained.
Y/n smiled a little, grateful she could help him. "I don't know, but I'm glad I can."
"So am I." He replied, breaking his stoic expression to smile at her.
Somehow, it went wrong. Terribly wrong, and by the time Y/n and Hotch ended up at the crime scene, Spencer was sitting in the back of an ambulance.
As soon as the SUV stopped, she was jumping out to race over to his side. "What happened?" She asked, concern filling her voice.
Spencer was holding an icepack to his eye while a medic shone a light in the other. "Got my ass kicked." He joked, trying not to let her worry too much.
"Baby." She cooed, sitting next to him when the medic, not worried about anything more than superficial damage, left them. "Your pretty face." She pouted, reaching out to cup his cheeks and running her thumbs over his cheekbones. There were stitches on one side, skin red.
"Not just my face," Spencer admitted, pulling up his shirt so she could see the bruise that was already forming on his lower stomach.
It looked really bad and she reached out to touch his side, trying to be gentle but he still winced. She moved back to sitting next to him, cupping his cheeks again. His bottom lip was split, he had a black eye forming, and there was a cut above his eyebrow. She leaned forward, peppering a few kisses around his cheeks and jawline, anywhere she could get them without causing him pain.
"Stop looking at me like that." He complained, a little red.
"Nuh-uh. You're too hurt for that baby." She reasoned, maintaining eye contact with him. "And don't be pretending that you do like these little touches."
He chuckled out a breath, immediately wishing he hadn't when his ribs started hurting. "I do. More than you could ever know."
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#104
The hero doesn’t need to make a big scene to get the villain's attention, like he was told to do—she’s quite happy making her own scene, and all the hero has to do is follow the towers of smoke across the city.
He finds the street in flames, buildings crushed like sandcastles under a wave, the villain at the centre of it all. She laughs brightly, some contraption in her hands. A hood hangs over her face, her coat billowing out behind her in a breeze she is clearly making. It would be cinematic if the hero wasn't the one sent to sus her out.
The hero approaches with his notepad and pen in hand. “You’re the new one, huh?”
The villain’s gaze snaps to him, like she’s surprised to see him. “About time,” she says shortly. “How many buildings do I have to destroy before you actually show up?”
The hero glances at the carnage around him, doing the numbers in his head. “However many this is. Five? Six?”
“You're clearly not too worried about me,” the villain says brightly, “or you just walk concerningly slow for a hero pursuing pure evil.”
The hero clicks his tongue and writes sarcasm of an edgy teen on his pad.
“Is this all you do?” the hero asks bluntly. “You destroy half the city and wait for a hero to show up?”
“I suppose I do.” The villain fiddles with her hood. “I’m a mysterious figure, don’t you think? New to the game, faceless but deadly?”
The hero adds full of herself to his list. “Sure,” he says unbelievably, “and what happens when a hero does show up?”
The villain turns to him. He can practically feel her grin without having to see it. “Well,” she says smoothly, “I guess I just have to make the big reveal.”
She pulls her hood back, her expression one of abject smugness. That’s not the first thing the hero notices though. The black hair, the face glowing like a sunset, the soft brown eyes. Recognisable, young. Much too young to be a villain.
“[Sidekick]?” The name comes out a little more incredulous than the hero intended. “What—This is where you’ve been?”
“It is.” Always so well spoken, always so straightforward. “I had a change of heart when it came to my career.”
“So you became a villain?” He can’t quite wrap his head around it. “What did we do wrong?”
The villain laughs, a light, breezy sound. “What didn’t you do wrong?” She adjusts her weapon in her hands. “The agency doesn’t see people, [Hero], it sees numbers and stats on a screen. I fell a little behind in my studies, and the agency made me fall hard because of it. It’s merciless, it’s unforgiving, and I’m glad to be away from it.”
“[Sidekick], we thought you died.”
“Oh, you guys fell for that? Nice.” The villain smiles, almost genuinely. “Took a lot of planning. Glad to know it worked.”
The hero knows his face is scrunched up in distaste, but he can’t help it. “[Sidekick], you can’t—”
“No.” The single word slices through everything the hero was about to say. “It’s [Villain] now. If that’s so hard to remember, I’ll give you a way to burn it into your memory!”
The weapon in her hands whirrs, the end brightening into a blinding white. The villain turns it towards him, and he has just enough hindsight to lurch out of its path as it tears its way through the concrete he was just standing on.
The hero throws himself behind a car, his sidekick’s— no, the villain’s laughter ringing through the destruction after him. That contraption makes its telltale whirr again.The hero adjusts his pen in his hand and hurriedly writes sidekick lost to villainy - DO NOT APPROACH.
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ignoring erin until he snaps and decides to kidnap reader
Erin fixes his hair using the reflection of a water fountain tap. His father's plain white button up hangs loose around his collar, the antennae of his hornet tattoo visible. The shirt was about three sizes too big, but it was all he could find on short notice. His bleached jeans ruined some of the novelty of the fit which he prayed you'd ignore for him trying to improve. Erin ties his hair into a bun with a rubber band and brushes lint off his tie; straightening his posture as you walk inside the building.
"Morning, Y/n. What were you up to over the weekend?"
You stop briefly to take a look at his attire. It's the most attention you've given him all week. Erin allows you to take a few more steps ahead to create distance before scrambling to catch up.
"Mine was pretty crazy too. My mom was in town and she took me to dinner that just opened up. Maybe I can show it to you sometime?"
You enter your classroom without a word. You had different first period classes so Erin couldn't follow unless he wanted to get yelled at by your teacher. He angrily tears off his tie chucks it in the trash, the top button of his shirt flying with it from the force. He slams his fist into the closest locker and crumbles to the floor below it. Fuck.
"What did I do wrong?"
Erin knew he wasn't a very likable guy. Hell- the first time you spoke was when someone else framed you for stealing his knife. He was comfortable with this idea because he thought it made him look tough. That is until the day it bit him in the ass in the long run.
After the misunderstanding was cleared up, that didn't stop his abrasiveness towards you. Developing a crush on someone he previously berated, the only reason he had for it was the fear of what falling in love with you would mean. That shame was almost justified with how hard he actually fell for you. He thought about you constantly, and when he didn't his whole world felt bleak. He was willing to change for you, and that was the most damning evidence of your claim on him.
Your silence was the cruel awakening to the reality that brute force couldn't win your heart. A person with a better outlook on the world would have realized that from the start. He figured you were find with his tough love and even acknowledged it as such with how you acted at first, but once you stopped responding to him it all became clear.
Erin tried his best. Allowing people to speak before he acted. Returning things he stole. Helping out without being asked. Given, he only did this when you were around, but it had to mean something in his favor. You stopped leering at him in disgust, but that was about it. It drove Erin mad to hear your voice down the halls, only for it to stop when you crossed his locker.
"God fucking damn it." Erin clutches his bruised fist. He tried everything. Neither his status nor his kindness won you over. Couldn't you see he could be whoever you wanted him to be?
Fuck this. If even the better option didn't win, all Erin had left was the original plan.
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Did they really have to text you so late?
Tailing back to the campus at the peak of dusk, you relay your frustration to your friend using your keyboard. They tell you not to worry about it and just hurry up. Whatever this is better be worth it if you couldn't just head over to their house.
Walking into the parking lot, the only car you see is an old beat up minivan. You confirm with your friend that it's where they are. You peak through the windows before you even think about getting in - the door opening and arm shooting out once you get up and close.
Erin slaps a hand over your mouth as he drags you in. "Don't freak out. Just- just don't scream."
He buries his head between your shoulder blades, tears staining your shirt. "One night. One night is all I need to prove myself to you. I'll let you go home as soon as its morning, but please... just one."
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☆daddy issues
Oliver Aiku x gn! reader
another idea from pookie @ringasm :3
content warning: yandere themes, reader has problems with their father, emotional manipulation, reader falls in love way too fast, implied stalking, suggestive, oliver has a daddy/sir kink lol???, kind of begging kink if you squint
along with otoya eita, aiku oliver was one of the best known players of your university.
honestly, it wasn't hard for him to be. he was attractive as hell. those heterochromatic eyes could make anyone, man or woman, fall under his spell. their deep shades of purple and green were so alluring that, even if you didn't want to fall, the second you met them, you were swooped under a spell.
the dark stubbles on his chin and around his upper lip were also adding to his attractive appearance. even if you didn't like facial hair on men, he still managed to look good with it.
but what made everyone fall for him the most was his attitude. you see, maybe to his teammates he seemed like nothing but an arrogant, cocky bastard, but in university he was known for being sweet and caring (while being arrogant and cocky).
you were sure you wouldn't fall for him, no, it wasn't possible. he was a well-known player, both at soccer and with girls, it would be stupid for you to fall for him.
however, when you found yourself being dragged in the same friendgroup as him because your best friend had a crush on his roomate and best buddy, otoya, you found it hard to ignore him.
the accidental touches, the small, cocky smiles, the way he always said 'take care of yourself' or 'be careful', how he was always overprotective when it came to you, all of these and many more things made you feel...safe. they brought you comfort. it filled the void that was always present in you.
he filled the fatherly role that wasn't in your life.
unconsciously, oliver modeled himself into your father figure. he unwillingly filled the space in your heart that longed for a father, for one's love. you were sure he didn't do anything intentional, it wouldn't be possible to do something like this intentionally.
or, at least you thought so.
but you were wrong. oliver aiku did all of this intentionally. he knew you had problems with your parents and that you lacked your father's attention and affection, even if he was physically present.
how did he know?
well, you'd be surprised how many people he bribed asked to know more about you. and the fact that your best friend likes otoya made it easier for him. a date with otoya was all it took for him to gain all the information he needed.
it was hard to resist him and oliver knew it. he knew he got you under his spell easily, he knew that you fell in love with him because of how caring he acts around you.
that's why he found it very easy to have you in his lap.
while you were dragged by your best friend to his and eita's apartment, 'hanging' out as usual—which consisted in her being all over otoya while you looked at your phone, or taking shy looks when you thought oliver wasn't paying attention.
however, when otoya and your best friend left 'to the supermarket'—in reality, to you and your best friend's shared apartment, you found yourself stuck with oliver. and, when you made up some stupid excuse that you had to leave, he quickly caught up and pulled you on his lap, knees on either of his sides and arms drapped around his neck.
"now, now, where's the hurry, little one?" he cooed as he saw your body tensed in his lap, his hands casually gripping your hips and pressing your bodies together. the nickname made you squirm as you felt a warmth in your heart. "we are all alone, the apartment for ourselves...why hurry away?"
"i-...o-oliver, i h-have to-..." you were about to say but the click of his tongue instantly shut you up, along with his lips getting close to yours.
"that's no way to address to the one you love, is it? come on, i know how you view me." he said seductively and leaned closer to your ear, his hot breath brushing against your ear. "i know you want me to act like your father. i know you want me to be your fatherly figure. come on, don't be shy sweetie. call me daddy." his sultry voice erupted a whine frok you and you shakily obliged, the words 'please, daddy' rolling off your tongue mindlessly as you stared at his lips when he pulled back to look at your face.
"please what, my little one? tell me, use your words." oliver whispered as his thumb brushed over your lower lip. he already knew what you wanted, you wanted a kiss. you wanted him and he knew it. "say it."
"p-please...a kiss..." you whimpered as you looked into his heterochromatic eyes.
and with that, he smashed his lips against yours into a passionate kiss and you fully melted in his arms, just like he expected.
now, oliver had you exactly where he wanted you.
and he wasn't going to let you go.
ever.
you were his and only his. his baby, his love, his to care for, his to demolish. his.
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@steddie-week Day 5- Established relationship
Steve hadn't meant for it to go on for so long. At first, he hadn't wanted to come out and tell everyone about his and Eddie's relationship because he was worried about what the others would say. Worried about it making it back to his parents. But then it became a game to them. Seeing how long before anyone else noticed, how far they could go before someone added it up.
They had told Robin, of course, Steve couldn't keep secrets from her if he tried. She was the first person he had told about his bisexuality, and had figured out his crush on Eddie before he'd had a chance to process it.
But keeping it from the kids? It was too easy, too fun.
Everyone, especially Dustin, still kept assuming that Steve was dating Robin. No amount of denial would convince them that there wasn't a secret relationship there. Even after Robin started inviting Vickie along to hang out, holding her hand and cuddling up together, they wouldn't accept that Steve and Robin weren't dating.
Once, Lucas pointed out that if Steve and Robin weren't dating, maybe Eddie and Robin were. That was met by fighting to keep a straight face, followed by Steve, Robin, and Eddie laughing about it as soon as they were alone.
Steve and Eddie allowed themselves to be more open and free with the touches, the hugs, the flirty comments. And still nothing. Eddie spent an entire evening with his head in Steve's lap. Every time they were stood next to each other, Steve would wrap his arm around Eddie's waist, pulling his boyfriend close into his side. An excessive amount of pet names, far more than they would use while alone, comments about dates, mentions of waking up in bed together. No one picked up on it. Dustin kept insisting that Steve must be dating Robin.
The only person to actually figure it out was Will. He looked a little scared as he approached Steve and Eddie as they are about to leave the party that had been at the Hopper-Byers place.
"Um. Don't hate me for asking this, but are you guys together? Like dating?" He asked shyly.
"Yeah, we are. We've been together for a few months." Steve replied gently.
"And that's ok? To date another guy?"
"There's nothing wrong with like or dating guys. And if anyone says that there is, they're the ones that are wrong." Eddie explained.
"Were you trying to hide it?" Will asked after a moment. "Are you mad that I guessed it?"
"We're not mad. And at first, we were trying to hide it. Because we didn't know how everyone would react, if anyone would disagree with it. Like, I know that Mike and Nancy's parents don't have a good opinion of people like us, and it's hard to know how much they have picked up because, in the year that we were together, I never heard Nance disagree with her parents on what they said about it." Steve said, "And I'm not saying they do have bad opinions, it's just I know that they could."
"After that, it was just really funny to see how far we could get without anyone noticing. One time Dustin walked in, and Steve was laid out on top of me barely ten seconds after we'd stopped making out, and he still thinks Steve is dating Robin." Eddie added.
Will snorted with laughter at that. "Thanks for telling me. I won't tell anyone else."
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It took them kissing in front of everyone before anyone else noticed. It was at a pool party Steve was throwing. Eddie joined Steve on the pool chair he was lounging on and handed him a beer.
"Thanks, baby." Steve pulled Eddie down, and kissed him. A stunned silence fell over the yard.
"You just kissed Eddie?" Dustin shouted.
"Congratulations, your eyes still work," Eddie replied.
"But what about Robin?" Dustin questioned.
"Don't bring me into this." Robin called, she was sat on the pool chair next to Steve's with Vickie in her lap.
"Yeah, Robin has her girlfriend sitting on her lap, and you still believe she's dating a man. That's homophobic." Vickie added.
"Look, we told you repeatedly that me and Rob were not dating. Those two have been all over each other for ages, and me and Eddie haven't exactly been subtle about it. It's on you for assuming, at this point." Steve explained.
"But you didn't tell me," Dustin replied, sounding put out by it.
"Dude, we didn't have to. No one is entitled to know about our relationship. If we never told anyone, that's our choice. Especially with a relationship like ours, we can't be too careful. We don't want the wrong person finding out." Eddie shot back.
"And anyway, you did pretty much walk in on us making out one time," Steve added, before kissing Eddie again.
I wrote this with a fever so sorry if its not that good
Also on AO3
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New Year's Eve
Not promted by anyone but I had to write something for New Year's Eve this year. So here is a short ronance story surrounding New Year's Eve. Does this make sense? Who knows? Is it cute? I think so. Am I overtly obsessed with these two? Most definitely and I will remain so in 2024. Happy New Year (it's still a few hours for me but well, time is an illusion anyway).
Jonathan had brought a new girl. Nancy didn’t really care. She wondered how he had met her. She seemed nice enough. Pretty as well. Not that Nancy was staring.
Steve had brought a new girl as well. Not Robin, although she had been hanging of his other arm. No, a brown-haired girl with brown eyes. She had smiled sheepishly in Nancy’s direction and whispered something in Steve’s ear. He had waved and she had nodded her head in acknowledgement. Robin has parted from him to actually say hi and Nancy had felt her heart speed up.
But now Robin was sitting next to Steve’s new girlfriend and she could feel the jealousy creep up her body. It wasn’t Steve or Jonathan that she wanted. It was Robin. Robin who was laughing with a joke that this other girl had said. Nancy decided she didn’t like Steve’s new girlfriend.
“What are we thinking about?” Max leaned against the kitchen counter.
Nancy shook her head. “Nothing, are you ready for 1987?”
“Can’t be worse than ’86.” Max took a sip of her drink. “So, will you be kissing Robin at midnight?”
Nancy nearly choked on her own saliva. “I— I don’t think I’ll be kissing anyone at midnight.”
“That’s unfortunate.”
Her eyes returned to where Robin sat. She regretted throwing this thing. But her mom thought she should live a little. And now she was sipping a lukewarm beer that she never wanted to drink in the first place while staring at a girl who was clearly not interested. She could have been in bed already, staring at her ceiling and dreaming of Robin’s lips. Somehow that sounded better than standing here.
“You should go for it, you know,” Max said. Her fingers were circling the top of the glass.
“Will you be kissing Lucas at midnight?” Nancy shot back. She wasn’t entirely sure if the two were back together or not. She thought they were.
Max lifted her shoulders. “Probably.”
Nancy smiled at her. She put her glass down and sighed. “Is it obvious?”
“Your crush on Robin? Not really. You just have a look in your eyes.”
“A look?”
“Yeah, like you’re trying to will her to make a move. She’s not going to. And it’s not because she doesn’t want to but it’s because you always look away when she looks at you.”
“Excuse me.” Nancy already made a move for the stairs. She didn’t care enough about the amount of people in her basement, she needed to be alone.
“Where are you going? It’s nearly midnight,” Max called out. Nancy ignored her and ran to her room.
She didn’t bother closing the door. Instead dropping face first on her mattress. Who cared about New Year’s Eve anyway? It was overrated. A New Year’s kiss was overrated too. She remembered the ones she shared with Steve and later Jonathan. A quick peck on the lips in a crowded room and then the shouts of people wishing you a happy new year. She didn’t need that tonight. She’d be fine.
“Are you alright?”
Nancy shot up from the bed, turning around with a soft blush on her cheeks. Robin was looking at her.
“I’m fine. It was just a bit crowded down there. I needed a minute,” Nancy replied. She hoped it sounded believable.
“It’s nearly midnight.” Robin walked into the room, closing the door behind her. Maybe she would make the first move. Maybe Max was wrong.
“Yes, but that’s all it is, isn’t it? Just another midnight.”
Robin smiled at her. “It is the start of a new year.”
“And a year is just a year.” Nancy shuffled out of the way, offering Robin a seat on the bed. Robin took it. Her knee bumped into Nancy’s leg.
“I disagree. ’87 will be different.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I have decided it will be my year.” Robin fell down on the bed.
Nancy hesitated before laying down as well. “Is that your New Year’s resolution?”
“No, my New Year’s resolution is to kiss this girl I like. I got 365 days to make it happen.”
The blush on Nancy’s cheeks got a bit redder. She was hopeful. Robin didn’t know all that many people. But neither did Jonathan and he had a new girlfriend. So, maybe there was someone else for Robin too. Another girl that Robin wanted to kiss at midnight.
“What about you?” Robin asked, poking her finger into the bare skin of Nancy’s arm.
“Not dying maybe.”
“That’s a great start. Can’t have you dying on me, Nance. What else?”
Nancy smiled. “You only have one thing.”
“Mine is already unrealistic enough.”
“I don’t think it is.”
Downstairs people started shouting. It sounded muffled and was overpowered by the melodic sound of Robin’s laugh. It was magical.
Nancy leaned in slowly. Her heart was beating fast. The rest of the world vanished around her as Robin’s eyes widened and then fell shut. Nancy stalled, feeling Robin’s breath on her lips. She should pull back. She couldn’t. She held her breath as she pressed her lips against Robin’s. Robin’s hands reached up to hold Nancy’s face close as she started moving her lips. Her thumb stroking over Nancy’s cheek.
Nancy could feel the heat spread through her body. She could see fireworks behind her eyelids. Her skin tingled where Robin touched her.
Robin pushed up, keeping their lips connected for one more second before pulling away. Outside bright red fireworks went off. “Happy New Year, Nance.”
“Happy New Year,” Nancy replied, still slightly dazed.
Robin leaned in to peck Nancy’s lips again. And again. And again. “It seems I’ve already achieved my resolution.”
“Yeah? Looks like it really will be your year then.”
“Hell yes.” Robin pecked Nancy’s lips again and this time Nancy held her there. Her hands reaching up into Robin’s hair to keep her from pulling away. She wasn’t ready for the kiss to end.
“Actually,” Nancy started as she finally pulled away, “I think it will be my year too.”
Robin’s lips curved into a bright smile.
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